THE 2ND RING
Chapter 1: the beginning
Legolas stared out and over the vast plain. Aragorn stopped beside him. "What is it? Do your Elven eyes see something?" Aragorn asked. Before Legolas could say anything, he heard a grunt. He didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. "You should be faster Dwarf." Legolas teased.
"Have you not seen? I was behind thee all along!" Grunted the Gimli, trying to catch his breath. Legolas just laughed. "Come now, we must hurry if we are to catch up." He said, running again once more.
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The girl stared into the distance. 'I am the only one of my kind. I shall have no one. My race refused to mix with the other kindred.' She thought. She bowed her head. 'I will not break that tradition. Besides I am shunned by many.'
The girl's hard gaze narrowed, not letting the tears from. She had to be strong. She was the sole survivor of the Great War, of her people. She was a Demonic Elf. She had to be quick and swift, never letting anyone know of her weakness.
She wore a black cloak and underneath, a silver tunic. She had a bow in hand and a dagger in the other. A quiver of arrows were strapped to her back, along with a thin sword and a blow dart gun. Her velvet black belt held a pocket knife, twin swords, another dagger, poison darts, small throwing daggers, twin blades,and herbs amongst other things. A water jug lay at her side.
Her black hair fell to her waist and her gray/light blue pierced the wind to the very heart. She wore no jewelry, except for the necklace her father had left her before he died in her very arms. It was silver, the pendant was a ring, which was golden.
Supposedly it was the twin of the Ring that Saruman wanted. Actually, she had the feeling she was the only one left alive that knew of this, though she doubted it greatly. But, she did know it held great power, she could feel it and when she slipped it on, she became invisible.
"Farana! Farana! What are you doing alone in such times?!" Came a voice from behind her. She rolled her eyes. It was Eowyn. She was one of the few people who was nice to her, but she always showed up when she was wishing to be alone.
"I am well armed, Milady Eowyn." She replied as politely as she could. "Come now! No need to be so formal Mistress Farana!" She said with a bit of a laugh. Farana growled in response. "You should talk." She replied. "Right." Then her eyes grew sad. "Farana, we have found the King's son, it appears he is badly wounded. Would you heal him?" Eowyn asked.
Farana nodded. "I have nothing better to do." She said to herself, in a half walk/run to the royal chambers. She was greeted by a terrible site. Her eyes narrowed angrily. "Why didn't you get me sooner?!" She hissed through clenched teeth. The poor boy was on the verge of death. "I'm sorry Mistress, we only just found him." Replied Eowyn, closing her eyes at the gruesome body.
Farana got out her herbs and other healing instruments. "Who did this to him?! Orcs?" She growled out, crushing and grinding the small plants together. "Yes." Replied Eowyn's brother. "I see... so...the prophet was true, eh?" She muttered to herself. She applied the mixture she had made, then began to stitch up the skin. The boy screamed.
Farana growled as the body moved. "If he doesn't stay still, he'll reopen those wounds." She said. Eowyn held him down. "Stop moving, cousin." She whispered. The body obeyed. 'He's not going to make it... he's lost too much blood.' She thought, her brow wrinkling in worry and fury of the Orcs. She tried her best. When dawn came, the King's son was dead.
Eowyn, who had fallen into a troubled sleep, woke. She noticed Farana bowing her head. "What is it?!" She cried out, afraid. "I'm sorry." Farana said, her voice emotionless, then she walked out of the room. Eowyn fell to her knees and began to cry.
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Legolas heard a sound from behind. Seeing a rock, he hid behind it. The others followed his motion. A bunch of horsemen galloped by. Aragorn, recognizing them, came out from hiding and called out. "Riders of the Rohan, what news from the Mark?" He shouted.
The riders turned, then began to surround them. "What business does and Elf, a Man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" One of them said, his eyes flashing. He seemed to be the leader.
"Give me your name, horse-master and I shall give you mine." Gimli said, a hint of taunting in his voice. The guy dismounted his horse angrily. Gimli looked a little nervous at this, so Aragorn out a hand on his shoulder calming him.
"I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." The leader said vehemently, emphasizing Dwarf. Fast as lightening, Legolas pulled out an arrow from its quiver and drew his bow. "You would die before your stroke fell." He said, pointing it at the horse men's head.
All the others horsemen pointed their spears at him and his 'team'. Aragorn lowered Legolas' bow, giving him a warning glance. Legolas put it down, but glared at the Horse-master. 'Aragorn, what are you getting at?' He thought. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathron. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas of the of the Woodland Realm." He said, introducing them all. "We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your King." The leaders eyes lowered.
"Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe." He said, taking off his helmet. "Not even his own kin." Aragorn looked down. The other horsemen lowered their spears. "Saruman has poisoned the mind of the King, and claimed lordship over these lands."
Aragorn and Legolas glanced at one another. This spelled trouble. "My company are those loyal to Rohan, And for that, we are banished." The Eomer said, his voice saddened. Aragorn looked up at him questionably. "The white wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets." He looked at the group, one to the other.
"We are not spies." Aragorn stated. Eomer looked at him. "We track a party of Uruk-hai Westward, across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive." Aragorn finished. "The Uruks are destroyed, we slaughtered them during the night." The horse-master said in turn/ "But there were two Hobbits. Did you see two Hobbits with them?" Gimli asked eagerly. Aragorn stepped in. "They would be small, only children in your eyes."
Eomer's eyes went downward in thought the looked up at Aragorn. "We left none alive." Aragorn's face clearly showed surprise. "We piled the carcasses and burned them." He continued, pointing to a burning heap in the distance. "Dead?" Gimli asked. Eomer nodded then said, "I am sorry." Legolas looked down and closed his eyes. Eomer suddenly whistled. "Hasufel! Anod!" He called out. Two horses came forth.
"May these horses bear you better fortune than their former masters. Farewell." He said, handing them the reins. He put back his helmet and mounted his horse. "Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands." He said to them. Then he turned to the other riders. "We ride North!" With that, he and his men were gone.
Legolas and Gimli mounted one horse, and Aragorn the other. When they arrived at the burning rubble, Gimli began to feverishly dig through the ash as Aragorn and Legolas looked for signs of life.
Suddenly Gimli held up something. "Tis one of their wee belts." He said. Legolas closed his eyes for the second time and murmured a prayer in Elven. Aragorn kicked at one of the helmets, screaming his anger. He fell to his knees.
Hiya again! I hope you guys enjoy this fict! I'm finding it fun. I have many ideas for this fict, but if you have any as well, tell me kay? TTFN. Ta ta for now!
Chapter 1: the beginning
Legolas stared out and over the vast plain. Aragorn stopped beside him. "What is it? Do your Elven eyes see something?" Aragorn asked. Before Legolas could say anything, he heard a grunt. He didn't even have to turn around to know who it was. "You should be faster Dwarf." Legolas teased.
"Have you not seen? I was behind thee all along!" Grunted the Gimli, trying to catch his breath. Legolas just laughed. "Come now, we must hurry if we are to catch up." He said, running again once more.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The girl stared into the distance. 'I am the only one of my kind. I shall have no one. My race refused to mix with the other kindred.' She thought. She bowed her head. 'I will not break that tradition. Besides I am shunned by many.'
The girl's hard gaze narrowed, not letting the tears from. She had to be strong. She was the sole survivor of the Great War, of her people. She was a Demonic Elf. She had to be quick and swift, never letting anyone know of her weakness.
She wore a black cloak and underneath, a silver tunic. She had a bow in hand and a dagger in the other. A quiver of arrows were strapped to her back, along with a thin sword and a blow dart gun. Her velvet black belt held a pocket knife, twin swords, another dagger, poison darts, small throwing daggers, twin blades,and herbs amongst other things. A water jug lay at her side.
Her black hair fell to her waist and her gray/light blue pierced the wind to the very heart. She wore no jewelry, except for the necklace her father had left her before he died in her very arms. It was silver, the pendant was a ring, which was golden.
Supposedly it was the twin of the Ring that Saruman wanted. Actually, she had the feeling she was the only one left alive that knew of this, though she doubted it greatly. But, she did know it held great power, she could feel it and when she slipped it on, she became invisible.
"Farana! Farana! What are you doing alone in such times?!" Came a voice from behind her. She rolled her eyes. It was Eowyn. She was one of the few people who was nice to her, but she always showed up when she was wishing to be alone.
"I am well armed, Milady Eowyn." She replied as politely as she could. "Come now! No need to be so formal Mistress Farana!" She said with a bit of a laugh. Farana growled in response. "You should talk." She replied. "Right." Then her eyes grew sad. "Farana, we have found the King's son, it appears he is badly wounded. Would you heal him?" Eowyn asked.
Farana nodded. "I have nothing better to do." She said to herself, in a half walk/run to the royal chambers. She was greeted by a terrible site. Her eyes narrowed angrily. "Why didn't you get me sooner?!" She hissed through clenched teeth. The poor boy was on the verge of death. "I'm sorry Mistress, we only just found him." Replied Eowyn, closing her eyes at the gruesome body.
Farana got out her herbs and other healing instruments. "Who did this to him?! Orcs?" She growled out, crushing and grinding the small plants together. "Yes." Replied Eowyn's brother. "I see... so...the prophet was true, eh?" She muttered to herself. She applied the mixture she had made, then began to stitch up the skin. The boy screamed.
Farana growled as the body moved. "If he doesn't stay still, he'll reopen those wounds." She said. Eowyn held him down. "Stop moving, cousin." She whispered. The body obeyed. 'He's not going to make it... he's lost too much blood.' She thought, her brow wrinkling in worry and fury of the Orcs. She tried her best. When dawn came, the King's son was dead.
Eowyn, who had fallen into a troubled sleep, woke. She noticed Farana bowing her head. "What is it?!" She cried out, afraid. "I'm sorry." Farana said, her voice emotionless, then she walked out of the room. Eowyn fell to her knees and began to cry.
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Legolas heard a sound from behind. Seeing a rock, he hid behind it. The others followed his motion. A bunch of horsemen galloped by. Aragorn, recognizing them, came out from hiding and called out. "Riders of the Rohan, what news from the Mark?" He shouted.
The riders turned, then began to surround them. "What business does and Elf, a Man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" One of them said, his eyes flashing. He seemed to be the leader.
"Give me your name, horse-master and I shall give you mine." Gimli said, a hint of taunting in his voice. The guy dismounted his horse angrily. Gimli looked a little nervous at this, so Aragorn out a hand on his shoulder calming him.
"I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." The leader said vehemently, emphasizing Dwarf. Fast as lightening, Legolas pulled out an arrow from its quiver and drew his bow. "You would die before your stroke fell." He said, pointing it at the horse men's head.
All the others horsemen pointed their spears at him and his 'team'. Aragorn lowered Legolas' bow, giving him a warning glance. Legolas put it down, but glared at the Horse-master. 'Aragorn, what are you getting at?' He thought. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathron. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas of the of the Woodland Realm." He said, introducing them all. "We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your King." The leaders eyes lowered.
"Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe." He said, taking off his helmet. "Not even his own kin." Aragorn looked down. The other horsemen lowered their spears. "Saruman has poisoned the mind of the King, and claimed lordship over these lands."
Aragorn and Legolas glanced at one another. This spelled trouble. "My company are those loyal to Rohan, And for that, we are banished." The Eomer said, his voice saddened. Aragorn looked up at him questionably. "The white wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say, as an old man hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets." He looked at the group, one to the other.
"We are not spies." Aragorn stated. Eomer looked at him. "We track a party of Uruk-hai Westward, across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive." Aragorn finished. "The Uruks are destroyed, we slaughtered them during the night." The horse-master said in turn/ "But there were two Hobbits. Did you see two Hobbits with them?" Gimli asked eagerly. Aragorn stepped in. "They would be small, only children in your eyes."
Eomer's eyes went downward in thought the looked up at Aragorn. "We left none alive." Aragorn's face clearly showed surprise. "We piled the carcasses and burned them." He continued, pointing to a burning heap in the distance. "Dead?" Gimli asked. Eomer nodded then said, "I am sorry." Legolas looked down and closed his eyes. Eomer suddenly whistled. "Hasufel! Anod!" He called out. Two horses came forth.
"May these horses bear you better fortune than their former masters. Farewell." He said, handing them the reins. He put back his helmet and mounted his horse. "Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands." He said to them. Then he turned to the other riders. "We ride North!" With that, he and his men were gone.
Legolas and Gimli mounted one horse, and Aragorn the other. When they arrived at the burning rubble, Gimli began to feverishly dig through the ash as Aragorn and Legolas looked for signs of life.
Suddenly Gimli held up something. "Tis one of their wee belts." He said. Legolas closed his eyes for the second time and murmured a prayer in Elven. Aragorn kicked at one of the helmets, screaming his anger. He fell to his knees.
Hiya again! I hope you guys enjoy this fict! I'm finding it fun. I have many ideas for this fict, but if you have any as well, tell me kay? TTFN. Ta ta for now!