Authors Note: This is so extremely random, and I don't really expect any
reviews. But it helped pass the time during one of my 90 minute studies
Wednesday, and I had fun writing it… might as well upload it.
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, sadly. If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing these little fics, would I?
Dusk, the town of Bree. A cloaked figure moved through the streets like a shadow, unnoticed. It soon reached it's destination – an inn, the Prancing Pony – and slipped inside.
Barliman Butterbur looked up from the desk. "Sir, how may I help you?"
The figure spoke, his voice soft, yet demanding respect. "I am looking for something."
"A room? I can rent you one…"
"No, thank you. I seek an object. An object of great power and destruction."
"I'm not sure I can help you, sir…" This was quite the peculiar visit…
"Kellerin!" Another cloaked figure came in and spoke urgently to the first. "I've found it. Four halflings have it, and are currently on their way to Rivendell with Aragorn." Oddly, the new figure spoke in a different language, which Barliman did not understand: elvish.
Suddenly, the new figure, a female, spoke to him in the common tongue. "Sorry for bothering you." She and the other left.
Once out on the dark, empty, street, the two removed their hoods.
"Sareniel… are you sure?"
"Yes, Kallerin."
The two figures were both elves, with dark brown hair, long and tied back in braids. Kallerin, the male, had eyes of dark green, and Sareniel of light blue. They glowed with the immortal, magic, aura of their kind.
"What now?" Sareniel asked.
"We head back to Rivendell."
Exiting the gates of the town, two horses ran up to them. Kallerin mounted is white stallion, Sareniel her black mare, and they rode off
Neither noticed the pair of glowing eyes gazing at them through the trees.
"They wantss it, they does. Nassty elvess, seeking Smeagol'ss preciouss. They will not have our precious, gollum!"
~Owari~
Disclaimer: I do not own LotR, sadly. If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing these little fics, would I?
Dusk, the town of Bree. A cloaked figure moved through the streets like a shadow, unnoticed. It soon reached it's destination – an inn, the Prancing Pony – and slipped inside.
Barliman Butterbur looked up from the desk. "Sir, how may I help you?"
The figure spoke, his voice soft, yet demanding respect. "I am looking for something."
"A room? I can rent you one…"
"No, thank you. I seek an object. An object of great power and destruction."
"I'm not sure I can help you, sir…" This was quite the peculiar visit…
"Kellerin!" Another cloaked figure came in and spoke urgently to the first. "I've found it. Four halflings have it, and are currently on their way to Rivendell with Aragorn." Oddly, the new figure spoke in a different language, which Barliman did not understand: elvish.
Suddenly, the new figure, a female, spoke to him in the common tongue. "Sorry for bothering you." She and the other left.
Once out on the dark, empty, street, the two removed their hoods.
"Sareniel… are you sure?"
"Yes, Kallerin."
The two figures were both elves, with dark brown hair, long and tied back in braids. Kallerin, the male, had eyes of dark green, and Sareniel of light blue. They glowed with the immortal, magic, aura of their kind.
"What now?" Sareniel asked.
"We head back to Rivendell."
Exiting the gates of the town, two horses ran up to them. Kallerin mounted is white stallion, Sareniel her black mare, and they rode off
Neither noticed the pair of glowing eyes gazing at them through the trees.
"They wantss it, they does. Nassty elvess, seeking Smeagol'ss preciouss. They will not have our precious, gollum!"
~Owari~