~* Be At Peace *~
Aragorn pushed a damp wisp of dark hair away from his face as he trudged along, easily following the torn and slashed path of the orcs ahead. He sighed, his heart feeling heavy as he surveyed the faces of his companions. At best the hobbits were lying dead somewherebloody carcasses in some dark forest
He shuddered at the thought, fierce anger rushing through him, transforming to adrenaline. He pushed such thoughts from his mind, there was no time for them. Renewed with spirit, he took up the task with new energy and began striding quickly along, scanning the earth for clues.
Awhile later, he was still in hot pursuit, his spirits still high despite the discomfort caused by his damp and sweaty clothes and body. It was now twilight and cool darkness was creeping over the land. He ran a battle hardened hand through his hair, stopping to catch his breath. He hadn't taken his eyes from the path all afternoon. The others slowed down, Legolas' eyes watching him keenly, Gimli's stout face shiny and hopeful.
A slow smile crept across Aragorn's face. His light eyes shined. He did not even have to say anything to them as he broke into a sprint, heart thumping in his temples. He had seen the foot prints for a second time and ran toward the dark clump of trees.
Something was glowing within. A very faint orange light, even Gimli could see it, like the light of a cozy fire. Aragorn's heart soared as he ran, sword swishing behind him. Gimli smiled as he thought of the hobbits, Merry and Pippin, sitting around a warm fire, eating sausages and joking. He quickened his pace.
Somehow Aragorn was in the lead, halfway following the small foot prints and the glowing light. As he got closer, his ranger senses finally snapped back. Quietly, on his guard, he told Gimli and Legolas to wait, he would get closer and give them a signal if all was well.
He crept along silently, stiff and alert, suddenly ready for trouble. He had remembered what sorts of things slithered into the night in Middle Earth. Foul creatures who craved death and blood, creatures like goblins or trolls.
Crouching behind a thick tree trunk, he leaned against it, clutching the hilt of his sword. He could hear loud voices. His heart sank. It was no voice of a hobbit. Though they were high, the voices were cruel: It was Goblins.
As he crept closer he could see them dancing about snarling and screaming so terribly he cringed, not wanting to see what kind of evil ceremony they could be having. But something inside him made him look, and what he saw made his heart stop.
A/N: Well, what did you think? Like it? Was it any good? PLeeeeeASE review! Should I keep going?