Chapter 1 ( I Don't own any of the LOTR characters!)
Gimli cursed, inhaling a great puff of smoke from his pipe. He hated swamps, especially the swamps of Gildar. Alongside him walked the elf, Legolas. He had grown quite fond of him, but he would never say it right out.
Their feelings were the same, but an elf never befriended a dwarf. It was the rules, but curse the rules!
Aragorn put up his hand, signaling for them to halt. Gimli pulled his axe out of it's sheath on his back and readied his short legs to spring if neccasary. Borimir was blinking through the rain, and pondering over how it could be raining in the swamps if Gildar. Everyone knew that it was never done.
Must be Sauruman, he thought with hatred. The halflings would only be about two days ahead of them by now, but where were they!? Sauruman knew this weather would slow them down!
Legolas crept on ahead, searching for any signs of danger. With just the four of them, they wouldn't stand much of a fight against a band of orcs, especially with Borimir's arrow wounds. Ever since the orcs ran off with the two hobbits, they had been searching for many hours. Even young Frodo dissapeared with Sam Gamgee.
Gimli still thought to this very moment that Borimir must be very brave and powerful, to have been able to take so many arrows and still be alive. It had only been two, but one more would have likely killed him. He certainly was a true hero, if not for him the hobbits most likely would have been hurt or killed.
Luckily we heard the Horn of Gondor and reached him before he could be destroyed. Legolas walked back calmly, yet still alert as ever. He seemed to be walking on the swampy water itself, just as he did in the mountains on the snow.
Aragorn made a fist in the air, and opened every finger but one. That meant they would rest there for a moment or two.
Gimli sighed, resheathing his axe. "If I have to stand for that long ever again, the elf will lose an ear!"
Legolas smiled, knowing he was only joking, "Calm down Gimli, it was only but a short while, and longer times will be ahead.
Borimir nodded his head, "You are too impatient dwarf, it may get you into trouble in a battle."
Gimli grunted and offered his pipe to Legolas, who kindly declined. He took out his own, which was a long smooth pipe hand carved by Elron's personal woodworker. "How long do you estimate we have to go Legolas," Aragorn asked. He started t think of her again, so perfect. "Arwen," he whispered.
Aragorn had come a long way since his days as Strider the Ranger. He was now Isildur's heir, and rightful king of Gondor. But he'd already made different plans. He would return to Elrond and ask for his daughters hand in marriage. Then he would marry Arwen and give the throne to Borimir. In truth , he was the rightful King, not heritage.
"Aragorn?" Legolas tapped his arm.
"What?", Aragorn asked, shaken out of his thoughts.
"I said about two more days if the rain lets up, if not, then Merry and Pippin will have to act quickly."
Gimli grunted, "Why?" He didn't show his care for the hobbits on the outside either, but inside he wished they were next to him, talking about that land called the Shire. It seemed a lovely place, not fit for a dwarf, but possibly an elf.
"Because orcs only hold prisoners for five days at the most, then they eat them for food."
Borimir sighed, "God help them, because if we fail I fear the blame will be all mine."
Aragorn looked at him and shook his head very seriously. "You fought very bravely that day, there's nothing you could have done for Master Meriadoc or Mr. Peregrin."
"Besides," Gimli smiled, "You had two arrows sticking out of ya', that deserves a medal from all of Gondor. A medal of bravery!"
Legolas shut his eyes and pretended to start falling to sleep. Legolas awoke every night to keep watch on the trio, and never slept. "We'd best get some sleep then, and be quick about it too. We've got a lot of running to do tomorrow."
Borimir grinned, and drifted off to sleep with visions of all of Gondor praising him and crowning him king. He slept easy, knowing that the mighty Aragorn was there to protect them.
Gimli cursed, inhaling a great puff of smoke from his pipe. He hated swamps, especially the swamps of Gildar. Alongside him walked the elf, Legolas. He had grown quite fond of him, but he would never say it right out.
Their feelings were the same, but an elf never befriended a dwarf. It was the rules, but curse the rules!
Aragorn put up his hand, signaling for them to halt. Gimli pulled his axe out of it's sheath on his back and readied his short legs to spring if neccasary. Borimir was blinking through the rain, and pondering over how it could be raining in the swamps if Gildar. Everyone knew that it was never done.
Must be Sauruman, he thought with hatred. The halflings would only be about two days ahead of them by now, but where were they!? Sauruman knew this weather would slow them down!
Legolas crept on ahead, searching for any signs of danger. With just the four of them, they wouldn't stand much of a fight against a band of orcs, especially with Borimir's arrow wounds. Ever since the orcs ran off with the two hobbits, they had been searching for many hours. Even young Frodo dissapeared with Sam Gamgee.
Gimli still thought to this very moment that Borimir must be very brave and powerful, to have been able to take so many arrows and still be alive. It had only been two, but one more would have likely killed him. He certainly was a true hero, if not for him the hobbits most likely would have been hurt or killed.
Luckily we heard the Horn of Gondor and reached him before he could be destroyed. Legolas walked back calmly, yet still alert as ever. He seemed to be walking on the swampy water itself, just as he did in the mountains on the snow.
Aragorn made a fist in the air, and opened every finger but one. That meant they would rest there for a moment or two.
Gimli sighed, resheathing his axe. "If I have to stand for that long ever again, the elf will lose an ear!"
Legolas smiled, knowing he was only joking, "Calm down Gimli, it was only but a short while, and longer times will be ahead.
Borimir nodded his head, "You are too impatient dwarf, it may get you into trouble in a battle."
Gimli grunted and offered his pipe to Legolas, who kindly declined. He took out his own, which was a long smooth pipe hand carved by Elron's personal woodworker. "How long do you estimate we have to go Legolas," Aragorn asked. He started t think of her again, so perfect. "Arwen," he whispered.
Aragorn had come a long way since his days as Strider the Ranger. He was now Isildur's heir, and rightful king of Gondor. But he'd already made different plans. He would return to Elrond and ask for his daughters hand in marriage. Then he would marry Arwen and give the throne to Borimir. In truth , he was the rightful King, not heritage.
"Aragorn?" Legolas tapped his arm.
"What?", Aragorn asked, shaken out of his thoughts.
"I said about two more days if the rain lets up, if not, then Merry and Pippin will have to act quickly."
Gimli grunted, "Why?" He didn't show his care for the hobbits on the outside either, but inside he wished they were next to him, talking about that land called the Shire. It seemed a lovely place, not fit for a dwarf, but possibly an elf.
"Because orcs only hold prisoners for five days at the most, then they eat them for food."
Borimir sighed, "God help them, because if we fail I fear the blame will be all mine."
Aragorn looked at him and shook his head very seriously. "You fought very bravely that day, there's nothing you could have done for Master Meriadoc or Mr. Peregrin."
"Besides," Gimli smiled, "You had two arrows sticking out of ya', that deserves a medal from all of Gondor. A medal of bravery!"
Legolas shut his eyes and pretended to start falling to sleep. Legolas awoke every night to keep watch on the trio, and never slept. "We'd best get some sleep then, and be quick about it too. We've got a lot of running to do tomorrow."
Borimir grinned, and drifted off to sleep with visions of all of Gondor praising him and crowning him king. He slept easy, knowing that the mighty Aragorn was there to protect them.