Disclamer: I own nothing except Hallia. Don't sue me, you'd only get my
demon dog.
The stars glittered in the heavens, silent little beacons that flickered against the deep black sky. The forest was oddly quiet, a sign that something was wrong.
Down near the forest floor, a shadowy figure moved. Glancing around, it shouldered its pack. As it did so, the gray hood of the cloak it wore slipped. Waterfalls of red hair glittered as it flowed down her shoulders and the tips of her elvish ears poked through. Stuffing it back under her cloak, Hallia was relieved that it was so dark. Gray eyes picking out her path ahead of her, she slowly sneaked out of Mirkwood.
A shrill whistle broke the silence. A pure black horse galloped as close as it dared to the woods. Swinging up onto the horse's back, Hallia turned slightly to face the woods she was beginning to love. Quietly, she whispered,
"I'm sorry to have to do this… beloved Legolas."
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The morning sun shone into the homey room and hit Meriadoc Brandybuck square in the face. The hobbit groaned, but sat up. Startled at what he saw, he frowned. At this moment, another hobbit came in.
"Morning, Merry. I figured you were- what's wrong?" Peregrin Took looked at his friend in concern.
Merry didn't answer, but walked over to the neatly made bed in the next room and picked up the lone sheet of paper on the coverlet. He read it, then set it down with a sigh. Without turning around, he murmured,
"Hallia's gone, Pip. Says she wants to see her relatives in the mountains near Minas Tirith."
Pippin went and looked at the note. It was written in three languages- Elvish, the Common Tongue, and a mixture of the two. It was dated the previous day in the calendar of the Shire.
Each message was different; that was apparent to both Merry and Pippin as they puzzled over the messages.
After a long pause, Pippin broke the silence that hung like a heavy tapestry over them.
"Frodo might be able to read the entire thing…" he said hopefully, picking up the note again.
"Maybe…" Merry answered slowly. "Maybe…"
The stars glittered in the heavens, silent little beacons that flickered against the deep black sky. The forest was oddly quiet, a sign that something was wrong.
Down near the forest floor, a shadowy figure moved. Glancing around, it shouldered its pack. As it did so, the gray hood of the cloak it wore slipped. Waterfalls of red hair glittered as it flowed down her shoulders and the tips of her elvish ears poked through. Stuffing it back under her cloak, Hallia was relieved that it was so dark. Gray eyes picking out her path ahead of her, she slowly sneaked out of Mirkwood.
A shrill whistle broke the silence. A pure black horse galloped as close as it dared to the woods. Swinging up onto the horse's back, Hallia turned slightly to face the woods she was beginning to love. Quietly, she whispered,
"I'm sorry to have to do this… beloved Legolas."
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The morning sun shone into the homey room and hit Meriadoc Brandybuck square in the face. The hobbit groaned, but sat up. Startled at what he saw, he frowned. At this moment, another hobbit came in.
"Morning, Merry. I figured you were- what's wrong?" Peregrin Took looked at his friend in concern.
Merry didn't answer, but walked over to the neatly made bed in the next room and picked up the lone sheet of paper on the coverlet. He read it, then set it down with a sigh. Without turning around, he murmured,
"Hallia's gone, Pip. Says she wants to see her relatives in the mountains near Minas Tirith."
Pippin went and looked at the note. It was written in three languages- Elvish, the Common Tongue, and a mixture of the two. It was dated the previous day in the calendar of the Shire.
Each message was different; that was apparent to both Merry and Pippin as they puzzled over the messages.
After a long pause, Pippin broke the silence that hung like a heavy tapestry over them.
"Frodo might be able to read the entire thing…" he said hopefully, picking up the note again.
"Maybe…" Merry answered slowly. "Maybe…"