Silent Stranger
Chapter 1: Dust and Running
A/N: Yay new story! I just sat down at the computer one night and this is what ended up coming from my fingers. So, I probably jumped on the Mary-Sue- Bandwagon and if it's not a Mary-Sue, then I jumped on the Human-In-Middle- earth-Bandwagon.
Anyway just wanted to tell you that this is just for some fun, and I have no idea if this idea will even work since its quite strange indeed. (At least I think so) So here you go, and yes I know that I will probably get flamed and numerous times but oh well if you don't like it no ones making you read it.
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Dust filled the heavy air, and yells flew in and out of comprehension. The young women pounded their gloves and shouted encouragements to their pitcher. The catcher stood and bellowed so that all could hear, there were two outs, one more to go and they won the game. Next, signs were given.
The young woman shook her head. That's not what she wanted but she could not say that. Another sign was shown, the girl nodded her head. She was the smallest on the field, and-as the others would tell you-the best. With a glance at the runner on third, she stepped up to the rubber. This was it, all she had to do was throw the perfect pitch and the game would be theirs.
This was her life. Through all the pain and all the joy, one thing stayed the same for this pitcher, and that was this. The sport. Softball. This game never changed the rules could not be broken. Here, there was regularity. Here, there was work. Here, was where everything disappeared because if you floundered in your emotions you would lose. She closed her mind to everything. Blankness filled her mind and one lone desire filled her. The desire to win the game.
Swiftly, the ball flew from the hand and barreled to the plate. It was perfect, and fast. But, it was too good for the catcher. The ball missed the mitt and sailed to the backstop dying instantly. With a look of concern on her face, the young woman ran from the rubber to the plate, it was a race, a race against the runner.
Grabbing the ball the catcher heaved it through the air to the pitcher. But it was off. The ball whizzed to the pitcher's right. And in her movements to catch the ball, she fell forward placing her legs in a vulnerable spot, and her glove fell from her hand.
Next, it was pain. The runner showed no mercy as she slid right into the pitcher's leg. As in slow motion, the pitcher stopped her concentration on the ball and immediately looked at the ground. The red dirt came closer and closer but that was all she saw. Before she reached, the ground darkness captured her.
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Blonde hair whipped in the wind as the Elf stopped in mid-run.
"Legolas what do your fair eyes see?"
"There is an object in the distance. It was not present when I glance before upon the horizon." The Elf again looked over the plans of Rohan.
"What happened?" The Dwarf barked coming upon the two.
"There is something in the distance Gimli." Legolas replied.
"Well tell us what it is I-can-see-everything-even-when-it-is-extremely-far- away." He huffed.
"I cannot the distance is too great, and the object too small."
The three friends were on their way to Gondor. They had been in Mirkwood for the last few weeks and had decided to cut across the plains of Rohan to reach Gondor with out too much of a delay. Legolas and Aragorn had convinced Gimli that a trip on their feet would do them good. So, they began their journey from Mirkwood with nothing but what they themselves could carry.
"I will never forgive either one of you no matter what the cost is to myself." Gimli informed them as they began to run towards the object.
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"Aragorn it can be no more than a child." Legolas whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"It is small, no bigger than a thirteen-year-old."
"But how could a child be all the way out here with nothing around."
"That is what troubles me."
The small group had been traveling for a great time and Legolas was finally able to pick up details about the object. As it loomed near Legolas could make out features of the body, and in this, he noticed its small size. But as the he advanced, Legolas noticed the strange clothing the child wore. Also, he noticed the fact that it was not stirring in the cool wind.
Aragorn was finally able to make out the child-as Legolas called it-for himself. And he agreed with his Elven friend that it could be no more than that. The group was now less than half a league away; the Elf and him were coming up on it quickly. As they drew near, he noticed the strange clothing they wore. Also, the state the child was in. They did not stir to the winds touch nor to the feel of the grass on their skin.
Legolas swiftly ran up to the side of the child and gasped. "Aragorn!"
"What is it?"
"This is no mere child."
"What do you mean?"
But the Elf simply pointed at the child. When he drew near he also stopped and looked at what they thought was a child. They were covered in dirk, but it was not dirt that he was used to, it had a red hue. Also, they were dressed in clothes unfamiliar to him. They had on a shirt with the sleeves cut short, but there was no buttons, it was one piece of fabric. Under this white shirt, he could make out a dark colored cloth, but what it was he could not tell. There were pants on their legs, but they too were cut short. And they wore long socks to their knees, and at their knees were black pads. On their feet were shoes but none Aragorn had ever seen. They stopped at the ankle and had spikes on the bottom.
"What are you two stars staring at?" Gimli grumbled as he approached the two.
"A girl." Legolas stated.
"A girl! Like a girl would be found here, in this horrid place of hills."
But Legolas simply pointed and the Dwarf swiftly shut his mouth. "Should we wake her?" he questioned.
"It does not look like she is asleep."
But before they could say any more, the girl opened her eyes. And they saw not that she was a girl, but a young woman. In a quick motion-for men-she sat up. Her hazel eyes stared at them. And in her eyes, they saw fear, confusion, and pain.
"Are you all right?" Legolas questioned.
The girl nodded. But neither Legolas nor Aragorn believed her for they saw her hand go to her ankle.
"Are you sure?" Aragorn asked this time.
Again, the girl simply nodded.
"We will stay the night here." Aragorn told his friends.
"Aragorn we still have much light that we could use."
But Aragorn simply looked at the Elf who stopped talking. And under the King's gaze, he nodded his head.
"I'm not arguing with that command." The Dwarf stated happily. He looked down at the young woman; "They run like there's orcs after them and they never tire. I on the other hand could use a good rest now and then, unlike the I'm-so-athletic friends of mine."
And the group saw a small smile come to the girl's lips.
"What are you doing here in Rohan?"
One of the girl's eyebrows fell in confusion.
"Rohan you know between Gondor and the Misty Mountains."
The girl's eyebrow fell further in confusion.
"On Middle-earth."
The young woman shook her head her eyebrows knitted together. She seemed to say that she did not know.
Aragorn looked around him. The woman would not tell him where she hailed from nor would she speak in general. Letting out a sign softly, he looked back down on the young woman who just stared at them. "Legolas do you have an extra tunic that may fit her?"
"No Aragorn but I do have a shirt that I received from a woman in Minas Tirith many years ago."
Aragorn was about ready to slap him upside the head. "You are one very annoying Elf you know that." He murmured in Elvish.
Legolas chuckled as he pulled his sack off of his shoulders and pulled a blue shirt from it. "Don't worry it's clean." He said handing it to the young woman.
She looked at him as he extended the article of clothing out to her. After running her fingers across her face she looked at them and then sheepishly up at Legolas.
Legolas smiled softly, he saw the dirt on her fingers. He knew she was telling him that she was very dirty and did not want to take something from him that could be spoilt with the dirt. "It is all right I can clean the garment later. Wear it, you stand out greatly in those strange clothes."
After taking the shirt, she looked up only to notice that the men also found a pair of pants for her to wear. They turned around respectfully and she pulled of the white tee shirt. On top of the navy running shirt she wore, she pulled on the shirt the tall blonde handed her. Then, she took of her cleats off and her sliders that were on her knees. But before she pulled off her athletic shorts and her sliders, she pulled the sock down on her right leg. There, she saw the imprints of a cleat starting right above her ankle. She touched it gingerly and flinched. After her quick examination of her leg, she pulled her sock up and put the pants on.
The filthy clothes she folded and laid them in a pile. Then she looked at the men with their backs to her. Being sore, she did not want to move. So, she picked up a small pebble and threw it at the leg of the man with dark hair. He turned quickly and when he noticed that she threw it gave a small smile. The group turned around and she watched as he pointed first to the short bulky man with vibrant red hair and a beard.
"That is Gimli down there, this is Legolas, and I am Aragorn."
The young woman looked at the three. She looked at Aragorn, turned her gaze on Legolas, noted his ears, and then moved her eyes to Gimli and measured his height to the other two. It seemed as if she was saying a man, an Elf, and a Dwarf. She repeated the motions with her eyes.
"You are correct." Legolas said. "We travel together, a man, an Elf, and a Dwarf."
The young woman nodded her head slightly, and Legolas saw the disbelief and sadness add to the emotions in her eyes.
"Come let us rest we have much traveling to do tomorrow." Aragorn stated as he laid his cloak on the ground laid on it and then wrapped it around himself.
The Dwarf did the same and quickly fell asleep under the golden sky. The sun quickly made its decent and the light faded slowly from the sunless sky. Slightly apart from the three friends, the young woman curled up in a ball with her head on her arm.
Aragorn stared at the dark sky. He had awoken within twenty minutes of falling asleep and now sat by Legolas. As he looked upon the heavens, a voice quietly was brought to his ears. ".my world is coming down on me*.."
He quickly snapped his head to the young woman laying a few paces from himself. But she was not moving and there was a regular rhythm to her breathing. With a shake of his head, he decided that he merely put words to the sound of the wind.
Looking at Legolas he knew that the words had not been whispered from a mouth because the Elf sat, still looking at the stars. "We must make a stop in Edoras." He whispered to his friend. "Maybe Éomer knows who she is."
"Maybe." Legolas whispered back. "I don't believe he will. She is unusual." This ended the conversation as the friends looked at the young woman and saw her shiver in the early spring wind. Legolas got up and put his cloak on her small frame and went back to sit with Aragorn.
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"Come we must be off." Aragorn commanded. He picked up his small belongings and ran off.
The young woman watched as the Elf and then the Dwarf ran after him. She stared at them for a second before going off after them. Quickly, she caught up with the Dwarf and went by him to the man, Aragorn. But when she ran at his even speed pain flared in her left ankle. With out a second glance at him, she dropped back and ran a bit ahead of the Dwarf, much more comfortable at his pace.
Aragorn looked back at the woman they found. She ran a little ahead of Gimli and looked around as she did so. For a little length of time she had ran by his side, only to drop back to her current pace. From what he could tell, she was not straining herself running as they did with out a break. Her breaths came even and she did not look wearied from running all morning.
"Can she speak?"
Legolas's question pulled Aragorn's gaze from the young woman. "I do not know my friend."
"I don't know either. She must have a name."
"Aye, she must but I do not think that she will tell us even if able."
"She seems very confused at her surroundings."
"That she does."
"I have seen the confusion in her eyes."
Aragorn nodded. "Have you seen the pain?"
"Yes, but I do not know where it comes from."
"She must know something of where she is."
"I doubt it." Legolas indicated with his head back at the young woman. She was looking around herself with open eyes, taking everything in. With both of their glances on her, she turned to them. Her eyes looked at them hard for second, then she turned away. "She knows we talk of her." Legolas whispered.
Aragorn nodded.
"We cannot keep calling her she." Legolas told Aragorn and then ran up ahead of the group.
In the afternoon Legolas stopped atop a hill and stared into the distance. Aragorn came up to him and later Gimli did too.
"Edoras," Legolas stated, indicating the glimmer of a copper roof in the distance. The group gave a small smile as they looked upon the city. "We will be there before nightfall."
The young woman quickly sat down. The three were wrapped up in something in the distance and she took this distraction to pull her cleat off her left foot. She touched her ankle cautiously and grimaced. It was swollen due to a sprain. Quickly she took her sock off and ripped it. As fast as she could, she wrapped the sock pieces around her ankle so that it had support and pulled her cleat back on.
Then the three men stepped back and all took a drink from their water. The young woman sat on the ground at a distance from them but quickly stood when they turned around. She now stood leaning slightly to her right. Legolas looked at her carefully for he had heard the ripping of clothing. But she gave nothing away.
"Annadîn* come look." Legolas said beckoning the young woman to him. The young woman looked at him funny for what he called her then came. "That is Edoras, the main city in Rohan. 'Tis where we are headed." She nodded as he pointed to the city in the distance. "We will call you Annadîn from now, since I will not simply call you girl."
She gave him a small smile and a nod of approval before stepping away. Annadîn, she repeated in her head. She liked it, though it was strange to her. Glancing at the sky she licked her lips, she was thirsty but had no water with her. A hand held out their water to her. She accepted it gratefully and nodded her head in thanks to Aragorn. Then, the group started back again. But before they started, she heard words passed between the man and Elf.
"Annadîn, Legolas?" Aragorn said.
Legolas shrugged then looked at Aragorn.
"It fits her well friend."
The Elf smiled and they began to run towards Edoras.
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* my world is coming down on me-this is a line from Matchbox Twenty's song Disease. I thought it fit so I put it in there. And no this is not mine hence the, it belongs to Matchbox Twenty, so there's my disclaimer for that. (While I'm on that, none of these characters are mine except Annadîn. (I do not have enough genius in me to make up a world as Tolkien has or did). Anyway, there are my disclaimers).
*Annadîn is a name of my creation (well sort of) Anna is Elvish for gift and dîn is silent. So there ya go, if you were wondering what it meant.
All right, I was listening to Matchbox Twenty's More Than You Think You Are cd while I wrote this so this is my warning.
I couldn't find a map of Middle-earth since my brother seemed to miss place his copy of Return of the King (It has the only good legible map) so I hope I put the right things in between Rohan because I can't remember exactly where it lies other than by Isenguard and to the north of Gondor so don't hound me about it. As soon as I find a descent map, I'll change it I promise.
Oh yeah REVIEW!! Tell me what you think. (And I guess I can't get mad if I get flamed since I did say to tell me what you think so consider yourself lucky if you are one of those oh-so-happy-to-flame-anything-close-to-Mary- Sueish flamers.
Chapter 1: Dust and Running
A/N: Yay new story! I just sat down at the computer one night and this is what ended up coming from my fingers. So, I probably jumped on the Mary-Sue- Bandwagon and if it's not a Mary-Sue, then I jumped on the Human-In-Middle- earth-Bandwagon.
Anyway just wanted to tell you that this is just for some fun, and I have no idea if this idea will even work since its quite strange indeed. (At least I think so) So here you go, and yes I know that I will probably get flamed and numerous times but oh well if you don't like it no ones making you read it.
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Dust filled the heavy air, and yells flew in and out of comprehension. The young women pounded their gloves and shouted encouragements to their pitcher. The catcher stood and bellowed so that all could hear, there were two outs, one more to go and they won the game. Next, signs were given.
The young woman shook her head. That's not what she wanted but she could not say that. Another sign was shown, the girl nodded her head. She was the smallest on the field, and-as the others would tell you-the best. With a glance at the runner on third, she stepped up to the rubber. This was it, all she had to do was throw the perfect pitch and the game would be theirs.
This was her life. Through all the pain and all the joy, one thing stayed the same for this pitcher, and that was this. The sport. Softball. This game never changed the rules could not be broken. Here, there was regularity. Here, there was work. Here, was where everything disappeared because if you floundered in your emotions you would lose. She closed her mind to everything. Blankness filled her mind and one lone desire filled her. The desire to win the game.
Swiftly, the ball flew from the hand and barreled to the plate. It was perfect, and fast. But, it was too good for the catcher. The ball missed the mitt and sailed to the backstop dying instantly. With a look of concern on her face, the young woman ran from the rubber to the plate, it was a race, a race against the runner.
Grabbing the ball the catcher heaved it through the air to the pitcher. But it was off. The ball whizzed to the pitcher's right. And in her movements to catch the ball, she fell forward placing her legs in a vulnerable spot, and her glove fell from her hand.
Next, it was pain. The runner showed no mercy as she slid right into the pitcher's leg. As in slow motion, the pitcher stopped her concentration on the ball and immediately looked at the ground. The red dirt came closer and closer but that was all she saw. Before she reached, the ground darkness captured her.
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Blonde hair whipped in the wind as the Elf stopped in mid-run.
"Legolas what do your fair eyes see?"
"There is an object in the distance. It was not present when I glance before upon the horizon." The Elf again looked over the plans of Rohan.
"What happened?" The Dwarf barked coming upon the two.
"There is something in the distance Gimli." Legolas replied.
"Well tell us what it is I-can-see-everything-even-when-it-is-extremely-far- away." He huffed.
"I cannot the distance is too great, and the object too small."
The three friends were on their way to Gondor. They had been in Mirkwood for the last few weeks and had decided to cut across the plains of Rohan to reach Gondor with out too much of a delay. Legolas and Aragorn had convinced Gimli that a trip on their feet would do them good. So, they began their journey from Mirkwood with nothing but what they themselves could carry.
"I will never forgive either one of you no matter what the cost is to myself." Gimli informed them as they began to run towards the object.
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"Aragorn it can be no more than a child." Legolas whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"It is small, no bigger than a thirteen-year-old."
"But how could a child be all the way out here with nothing around."
"That is what troubles me."
The small group had been traveling for a great time and Legolas was finally able to pick up details about the object. As it loomed near Legolas could make out features of the body, and in this, he noticed its small size. But as the he advanced, Legolas noticed the strange clothing the child wore. Also, he noticed the fact that it was not stirring in the cool wind.
Aragorn was finally able to make out the child-as Legolas called it-for himself. And he agreed with his Elven friend that it could be no more than that. The group was now less than half a league away; the Elf and him were coming up on it quickly. As they drew near, he noticed the strange clothing they wore. Also, the state the child was in. They did not stir to the winds touch nor to the feel of the grass on their skin.
Legolas swiftly ran up to the side of the child and gasped. "Aragorn!"
"What is it?"
"This is no mere child."
"What do you mean?"
But the Elf simply pointed at the child. When he drew near he also stopped and looked at what they thought was a child. They were covered in dirk, but it was not dirt that he was used to, it had a red hue. Also, they were dressed in clothes unfamiliar to him. They had on a shirt with the sleeves cut short, but there was no buttons, it was one piece of fabric. Under this white shirt, he could make out a dark colored cloth, but what it was he could not tell. There were pants on their legs, but they too were cut short. And they wore long socks to their knees, and at their knees were black pads. On their feet were shoes but none Aragorn had ever seen. They stopped at the ankle and had spikes on the bottom.
"What are you two stars staring at?" Gimli grumbled as he approached the two.
"A girl." Legolas stated.
"A girl! Like a girl would be found here, in this horrid place of hills."
But Legolas simply pointed and the Dwarf swiftly shut his mouth. "Should we wake her?" he questioned.
"It does not look like she is asleep."
But before they could say any more, the girl opened her eyes. And they saw not that she was a girl, but a young woman. In a quick motion-for men-she sat up. Her hazel eyes stared at them. And in her eyes, they saw fear, confusion, and pain.
"Are you all right?" Legolas questioned.
The girl nodded. But neither Legolas nor Aragorn believed her for they saw her hand go to her ankle.
"Are you sure?" Aragorn asked this time.
Again, the girl simply nodded.
"We will stay the night here." Aragorn told his friends.
"Aragorn we still have much light that we could use."
But Aragorn simply looked at the Elf who stopped talking. And under the King's gaze, he nodded his head.
"I'm not arguing with that command." The Dwarf stated happily. He looked down at the young woman; "They run like there's orcs after them and they never tire. I on the other hand could use a good rest now and then, unlike the I'm-so-athletic friends of mine."
And the group saw a small smile come to the girl's lips.
"What are you doing here in Rohan?"
One of the girl's eyebrows fell in confusion.
"Rohan you know between Gondor and the Misty Mountains."
The girl's eyebrow fell further in confusion.
"On Middle-earth."
The young woman shook her head her eyebrows knitted together. She seemed to say that she did not know.
Aragorn looked around him. The woman would not tell him where she hailed from nor would she speak in general. Letting out a sign softly, he looked back down on the young woman who just stared at them. "Legolas do you have an extra tunic that may fit her?"
"No Aragorn but I do have a shirt that I received from a woman in Minas Tirith many years ago."
Aragorn was about ready to slap him upside the head. "You are one very annoying Elf you know that." He murmured in Elvish.
Legolas chuckled as he pulled his sack off of his shoulders and pulled a blue shirt from it. "Don't worry it's clean." He said handing it to the young woman.
She looked at him as he extended the article of clothing out to her. After running her fingers across her face she looked at them and then sheepishly up at Legolas.
Legolas smiled softly, he saw the dirt on her fingers. He knew she was telling him that she was very dirty and did not want to take something from him that could be spoilt with the dirt. "It is all right I can clean the garment later. Wear it, you stand out greatly in those strange clothes."
After taking the shirt, she looked up only to notice that the men also found a pair of pants for her to wear. They turned around respectfully and she pulled of the white tee shirt. On top of the navy running shirt she wore, she pulled on the shirt the tall blonde handed her. Then, she took of her cleats off and her sliders that were on her knees. But before she pulled off her athletic shorts and her sliders, she pulled the sock down on her right leg. There, she saw the imprints of a cleat starting right above her ankle. She touched it gingerly and flinched. After her quick examination of her leg, she pulled her sock up and put the pants on.
The filthy clothes she folded and laid them in a pile. Then she looked at the men with their backs to her. Being sore, she did not want to move. So, she picked up a small pebble and threw it at the leg of the man with dark hair. He turned quickly and when he noticed that she threw it gave a small smile. The group turned around and she watched as he pointed first to the short bulky man with vibrant red hair and a beard.
"That is Gimli down there, this is Legolas, and I am Aragorn."
The young woman looked at the three. She looked at Aragorn, turned her gaze on Legolas, noted his ears, and then moved her eyes to Gimli and measured his height to the other two. It seemed as if she was saying a man, an Elf, and a Dwarf. She repeated the motions with her eyes.
"You are correct." Legolas said. "We travel together, a man, an Elf, and a Dwarf."
The young woman nodded her head slightly, and Legolas saw the disbelief and sadness add to the emotions in her eyes.
"Come let us rest we have much traveling to do tomorrow." Aragorn stated as he laid his cloak on the ground laid on it and then wrapped it around himself.
The Dwarf did the same and quickly fell asleep under the golden sky. The sun quickly made its decent and the light faded slowly from the sunless sky. Slightly apart from the three friends, the young woman curled up in a ball with her head on her arm.
Aragorn stared at the dark sky. He had awoken within twenty minutes of falling asleep and now sat by Legolas. As he looked upon the heavens, a voice quietly was brought to his ears. ".my world is coming down on me*.."
He quickly snapped his head to the young woman laying a few paces from himself. But she was not moving and there was a regular rhythm to her breathing. With a shake of his head, he decided that he merely put words to the sound of the wind.
Looking at Legolas he knew that the words had not been whispered from a mouth because the Elf sat, still looking at the stars. "We must make a stop in Edoras." He whispered to his friend. "Maybe Éomer knows who she is."
"Maybe." Legolas whispered back. "I don't believe he will. She is unusual." This ended the conversation as the friends looked at the young woman and saw her shiver in the early spring wind. Legolas got up and put his cloak on her small frame and went back to sit with Aragorn.
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"Come we must be off." Aragorn commanded. He picked up his small belongings and ran off.
The young woman watched as the Elf and then the Dwarf ran after him. She stared at them for a second before going off after them. Quickly, she caught up with the Dwarf and went by him to the man, Aragorn. But when she ran at his even speed pain flared in her left ankle. With out a second glance at him, she dropped back and ran a bit ahead of the Dwarf, much more comfortable at his pace.
Aragorn looked back at the woman they found. She ran a little ahead of Gimli and looked around as she did so. For a little length of time she had ran by his side, only to drop back to her current pace. From what he could tell, she was not straining herself running as they did with out a break. Her breaths came even and she did not look wearied from running all morning.
"Can she speak?"
Legolas's question pulled Aragorn's gaze from the young woman. "I do not know my friend."
"I don't know either. She must have a name."
"Aye, she must but I do not think that she will tell us even if able."
"She seems very confused at her surroundings."
"That she does."
"I have seen the confusion in her eyes."
Aragorn nodded. "Have you seen the pain?"
"Yes, but I do not know where it comes from."
"She must know something of where she is."
"I doubt it." Legolas indicated with his head back at the young woman. She was looking around herself with open eyes, taking everything in. With both of their glances on her, she turned to them. Her eyes looked at them hard for second, then she turned away. "She knows we talk of her." Legolas whispered.
Aragorn nodded.
"We cannot keep calling her she." Legolas told Aragorn and then ran up ahead of the group.
In the afternoon Legolas stopped atop a hill and stared into the distance. Aragorn came up to him and later Gimli did too.
"Edoras," Legolas stated, indicating the glimmer of a copper roof in the distance. The group gave a small smile as they looked upon the city. "We will be there before nightfall."
The young woman quickly sat down. The three were wrapped up in something in the distance and she took this distraction to pull her cleat off her left foot. She touched her ankle cautiously and grimaced. It was swollen due to a sprain. Quickly she took her sock off and ripped it. As fast as she could, she wrapped the sock pieces around her ankle so that it had support and pulled her cleat back on.
Then the three men stepped back and all took a drink from their water. The young woman sat on the ground at a distance from them but quickly stood when they turned around. She now stood leaning slightly to her right. Legolas looked at her carefully for he had heard the ripping of clothing. But she gave nothing away.
"Annadîn* come look." Legolas said beckoning the young woman to him. The young woman looked at him funny for what he called her then came. "That is Edoras, the main city in Rohan. 'Tis where we are headed." She nodded as he pointed to the city in the distance. "We will call you Annadîn from now, since I will not simply call you girl."
She gave him a small smile and a nod of approval before stepping away. Annadîn, she repeated in her head. She liked it, though it was strange to her. Glancing at the sky she licked her lips, she was thirsty but had no water with her. A hand held out their water to her. She accepted it gratefully and nodded her head in thanks to Aragorn. Then, the group started back again. But before they started, she heard words passed between the man and Elf.
"Annadîn, Legolas?" Aragorn said.
Legolas shrugged then looked at Aragorn.
"It fits her well friend."
The Elf smiled and they began to run towards Edoras.
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* my world is coming down on me-this is a line from Matchbox Twenty's song Disease. I thought it fit so I put it in there. And no this is not mine hence the, it belongs to Matchbox Twenty, so there's my disclaimer for that. (While I'm on that, none of these characters are mine except Annadîn. (I do not have enough genius in me to make up a world as Tolkien has or did). Anyway, there are my disclaimers).
*Annadîn is a name of my creation (well sort of) Anna is Elvish for gift and dîn is silent. So there ya go, if you were wondering what it meant.
All right, I was listening to Matchbox Twenty's More Than You Think You Are cd while I wrote this so this is my warning.
I couldn't find a map of Middle-earth since my brother seemed to miss place his copy of Return of the King (It has the only good legible map) so I hope I put the right things in between Rohan because I can't remember exactly where it lies other than by Isenguard and to the north of Gondor so don't hound me about it. As soon as I find a descent map, I'll change it I promise.
Oh yeah REVIEW!! Tell me what you think. (And I guess I can't get mad if I get flamed since I did say to tell me what you think so consider yourself lucky if you are one of those oh-so-happy-to-flame-anything-close-to-Mary- Sueish flamers.