Disclaimer:I do not own Lord of the Rings
a/n---I've just been reviewing my obsession with legolas a bit and realized I kind of left Aragorn out. And I was thinking about fangirls because of it. I used to be one, though now I look on in silence...
My heart burns with love and pain every time I see them. Two friends, living life the way life should be lived. Plenty of adventures, relaxing, and a knowledge that others care for them. They do not know I spend my time watching them while they travel back and forth between Rivendel and Mirkwood. I evny their friendship, for I had one like theirs once, but it could not stand the distance between the darkened groves I make my home and the livelyness of Bree. I know longer travel there, knowing she has greater thing on her mind, like her new baby girl and dashing husband. She is the lucky one, for I have nothing but a long, silver knife, made for my dead brother by my dead father.
The raid that destroyed my life was prepared for by Thanduil, King of Mirkwood, well. He had half the army huddled around my village home, all at the calling of my great uncle. Even the wall of warriors was no enough to stop the attack, and to this day, I know not why they attacked in the first place.
A falcon lands heavily on my leather-clad shoulder, flapping its golden-brown wings as it regains it's balance. Once steadied, it looks at me expectantly, sounding a single, sharp chirp, almost like a comand. I sigh and place a finger on his deadly beak.
I already know, mel-nin.
Not far below me is the ground. I'd jump and run to hide or climb higher in the haunted oaks branches if I possessed the liveliness to do so. An elf living alone for as long as I have would surely be dead by now. The emotional drain is obviously starting to wear me down. I would seek the halls of Elrond, if I had something to live for. All I have is poor Sindadal, who comes to me without the need for a call.
A sudden laugh interrupts my inspection of Sindadal's feathers. I look to my right, but neither elf or ranger is in view yet. I really do not wish to be discovered by them. Maybe the luck that has kept me alive all these years will hold and they won't see me. Hopefully Sindadal will keep his ever snapping beak shut.
A dark brown horse has now come into view with a matching rider. It is the ranger. His brown locks are somewhat tangled, probably from an earlier race. His unshaven, smiling face holds a rough beauty all its own. His rugged leather traveling clothes are covered in dust and dirt, matching his frisky pony. His laughing eyes are a color I use to imagine the sea, an endless deep blue with sparkling flecks of gold.
Another horse joins the rangers, only it is a bay mare with a white main and tail. I've loved this horse since I first laid eyes on her. It always seems she knows I'm here and looks in my direction with a question in her almost human brown eyes. Her rider is as elegant as she, with pale gold hair and smooth skin any woman would kill to have. His build is slim, but strong, much like the rangers, and his eyes are a silvered version of the seas I can see in my mind. The traditional greens and browns of his clothing are the lighter equivalent of my own, but he looks ready for the halls of the Valor, unlike myself.
Sindadal takes flight, leaving a faint stinging in my shoulder, and the elf looks up towards him instantly. A gentle smile graces his lips as he watches Sindadal whirl around his human friend.
"See, Aragorn? He always comes back after a good meal." Sindadal lits on the ranger's shoulder. "Find any good, fat mice, Lord of the Skys?"
Sindadal chirps in a happy manor and I smile as much as my tired body will allow. He will not be lonely after I am gone, that's for sure. Sindadal looks up at me, along with the elf's mount. Both are aware of my presence, but neither friend does.
"It is good to know that there's at least one decent creature out here who eats well." says the ranger, letting one finger run down Sindadal's soft breast. They have stopped their horses, their full attention on Sindadal. Oh, what a wonderful bird! He's giving me the chance to get up higher, even though I don't have the energy. He chirps at me before taking to the air again and coming back to me. Luckily, the two travelers don't look hard after him. They start forward again in silence, each lost in thoughts about only Iuvitar knows what. I feel my eyes droop and Sindadal scwaks for some reason. I don't know why, for my vision has just gone beyond shadowed. I feel my body lean forward and Sindadal tumbles from my shoulder and into flight. Scent, sight, and feeling fade as my mind moves into a lockdown...