Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except Siawyn, and I do
not own Middle Earth, as they are Tolkiens creations.
A/N: Hello! This is another one of my fics I have just started and hopefully it will be as fun to read for you guys as it is for me to write! I would just like to say that I am going to try to keep the descriptions in this story as close as the originals, there will be no made up environments or places picked out of the blue.
Please review to tell me your thoughts on the story so far, and ways it can be improved!
P.S I am looking for a beta (You may have noticed my spelling and grammar is not the best) who would be able to help me to keep as close to the truth as possible, and who knows the books well. It would be greatly appreciated (
Aragorn looked westward towards the setting sun that leaked golden rays over the hills. His eyes caught a glimpse of the far off mountains that lay to the southeast. Somewhere, in that direction, Frodo and Sam were edging their way ever closer to the land of the enemy; but that was not the only thing that troubled his mind, in the dark gnarled forest in front of them, Merry and Pippin were wondering around alone in the dark. Their two horses were grazing not far from them.
Gimli the dwarf sniffed the air, and scrunched up his bearded face in disgust. "The rotting corpse of an Orc smells even worse than the feet of my Grandfather!" He declared to the small group that consisted of only him, Aragorn, and Legolas the Elf. A few paces away from them a fire was blazing filled with the dead Orcs from the Rohirrium slaughter.
"Then surely you have not smelt your own feet, master dwarf," Legolas replied with a smile. Gimli grunted something under his breath, and Aragorn laughed, drawn back to reality and away from his troubles.
Legolas stopped laughing and turned towards the forest. Something had moved in the growing darkness, something small, but large enough to be---no the Rohirrium had left none alive, besides, those that may have survived would have run back to the foul lands from whence they came.
"What is it Legolas?" Aragorn questioned the Elf, who was searching the blackness that his own mortal eyes could not penetrate.
"Nothing, I think; the trees here are old, they move their roots and branches frequently," Legolas' swift answer had not settled his conscience, and Gimli was desperately squinting; but he could only see the silhouette of the trees with the moonlit sky beyond.
Gimli yawned and warmed his rough hands on the fire, which consisted of the dead wood that they had found on the edge of the forest, and then he lay down on the cold ground beneath him. He looked at the starry sky above. "Who cares about old trees, with hearts blacker then coal! I have been running for several days, and now I would like to rest my weary body, and refresh myself with sleep," was Gimli's reply to the creeping shadows. His broad bladed axe lay on the ground next to him, and his hands cushioned his head from the stony floor.
Aragorn sat down on the other side, hurling more dead wood into the fire whenever the flames dwindled. The orange flames twisted and turned, feeling the company with its warmth. Before long he two was drifting into sleep, he had not slept properly for the past three days, and now he knew Merry and Pippin were not dead, yet.
Legolas rested his head on the rolled up Elven cloak Galadriel had given him just before they had left Lothlorien, the grey material was very light and surprisingly warm. He did not need much sleep, just rested his eyes and fell into deep thought, but still sharply aware of his surroundings.
It had only been twenty minutes since the group had settled, when the bush, bordering a small part of the forest, began to rustle. Legolas listened intently, still keeping his eyes shut tight, so the intruder would not notice that he was awake.
A small smudged face with dark green eyes peered over the top of the bush, parting its leafy branches with dirty fingers. The tall figure stood up straight, long, straight brown hair flowed a little past her lower back; and her pale dress hung down from her small shoulders, torn, ragged and smudged with dirt. She moved quietly from behind her shelter, thank the Gods they had not spotted her; she did not like the keen senses, of what was definitely an Elf, that had nearly discovered her hiding place.
She stepped forward softly onto the ground, her bare feet picking their was delicately between twigs and stones. Her eyes darted towards the bags near the fire, there must be food in there; her stomach growled greedily just thinking about it, shh! A twig broke loudly beneath her right foot, the girl cursed her clumsiness, but no one had stirred, they must have been fast asleep! She crept forward quickly and she was now standing right next to the bag, the warmth of the fire flowing in her veins; she was lucky though, the cold did not bother her.
Her pale hand moved cautiously towards one of the bags, her fingers skimming around the edge of the soft leathery fabric. After she had found food, they may have more cloaks. Bread---there must be some in there, and fruits--- her fingers closed around the loop that was holding it shut.
"What are you doing child?" A firm hand gripped her wrist, she closed her eyes; she had been so close! - And they would probably want to kill her now, for theft or something. The other two, who had been asleep before, were stirring. There was still time though, time to get away!
She tugged her hand hard, free from the strong grip of the Elf, twisting it in the way she had been taught. Legolas had been surprised when she had fought back, twisting her wrist withdrawing his grip skillfully, and even more so as she started scrambling back to the forest from where she had emerged. He leapt off the ground and followed her; there was no way she would make it back to the forest without him catching her. He grabbed her by the waist and held her tight to his chest, she was trying to kick him as hard as she could, he pulled her arm behind her back and twisted it slightly, stopping any more of her tricks. She winced with pain and stopped kicking.
Aragorn stood up, startled from his sleep. Legolas was now only a few paces away, and a very feisty young female was gripped tightly by him around the waist. Aragorn walked towards them, then stood, just half a pace from her. Her eyes opened, and she scowled at him; but to her surprise the tall dark man in front of her was smiling.
"Hungry were you little one?" he said lifting her chin so he could look at her face. It was striking and handsome in a feminine way. The girl spat in his face as a reply; but gasped as the Elf gripped her waist tighter and twisted her arm a little more. Gimli was watching from behind with amusement, leaning on his axe. Aragorn ignored her violence. "Are you a spy of the enemy?" Aragorn questioned her suspiciously.
"That depends on who your enemy is, whether it is or is not mine!" she replied defiantly. Aragorn smiled at her blunt remark.
"What is your name?" he asked casually, another question.
"What is yours and I will tell you mine?!" she replied, glancing at the dwarf still leaning on his axe.
"Aragorn son of Arathorn, that is Gimli son of Gloin, and Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
"Well mine is Siawyn. Now," she drew a shallow breath, "if you would be so kind as to ask your friend 'Prince' here," she nodded her head back to Legolas, "to maybe loosen his grip, I fear I may lose an arm, or worse, suffocate. If you do wish to kill me though, I beg for a swift death, maybe my throat cut, but that is just a suggestion." Aragorn laughed and nodded at Legolas, he softened his grip, but still did not let go.
"Siawyn," he repeated to himself, then grinned as he said to her, "Siawyn, we do not wish to kill you," her eyes widened, they would not dare! "or harm you in anyway," Aragorn added quickly noticing her terrified expression. "But what is a young lady like your self doing in such a cold and dreary place, on the edge of the dreaded Fangorn forest?"
"Is that really any of your business?" she asked him dryly.
"No, I suppose it is not," he replied, "but it is, if you wish to have a share in our food." Siawyn's eyes lit up.
"Give me some food, and I will tell you," Aragorn nodded, and Legolas freed her from his grip. She sat down next to the fire and rubbed her hands together. Glancing nervously around her. Aragorn opened one of the bags, un- wrapped a piece of Lembas bread, and then handed it to Siawyn. She ate it quickly, and once she had finished it, she found that that small piece of bread alone, had been enough to satisfy her hunger. She looked around at the others; everyone was looking at her, making her feel self conscious, but ignored them anyway. Siawyn brushed the crumbs from her dress and stood up. As she stood so did Aragorn and Legolas.
"I do not wish to be of any nuisance to you for longer then I already have. So thank you for the food, and goodbye." Siawyn started walking back.
"You are forgetting something, are you not," said Legolas. Siawyn stopped and rolled her eyes, they were going to let her eat, and then kill her. She walked back to Legolas and stood in front of him.
"Oh, am I, my 'Lord Prince'?" she said feigning innocence, and adding a disrespectful emphasis on his royal title. Legolas' eyes flashed dangerously, but Aragorn put a hand on his shoulder.
"We are not about to let, a young woman walk all alone in these lands, whether you like it or not." Aragorn stated.
Oh this was just fantastic, thought Legolas, Aragorn has found a stray girl, and now wants to take her along with them, therefore she was now their responsibility. He looked angrily at him. Aragorn smiled, his friend, he could tell, did not like the attitude of this girl, and she did not like him.
"Are you saying that I am incompetent to look after myself, just because I am a female." Aragorn smiled again, this girl may be young but she was quick.
"I am only saying that you may not find enough food for your self, you have no weapons, and, yes you are female." Siawyn gave him a dirty look.
"I can look after myself!" she replied.
"Fine then, off you go," Aragorn shooed her away with his hands, but she stood there. Siawyn looked towards the forest, she would prefer to be here then back there; that was true. At least she had food here, even if she did not like some of the company. Aragorn walked up to her and took her arm, leading her back to the warm fire. "You will be safer here then out there, and we have food."
"I will stay," Siawyn declared, and sat herself down. Aragorn took off his grey Elven cloak and handed it to her. Siawyn muttered a halfhearted thank you.
"Now for your side of the bargain," Legolas said coldly. Siawyn ignored his tone of voice.
"Alright I will tell you something; I have run away from the city from where I have lived for a large part of my life," she said quietly.
"And why would that be," Gimli said sitting down again, he liked this girl, she was no pushover.
"It was under siege, and I did not wish to be captured by the enemy, and suffer the consequences of being found by an enemy man. So I ran away," she said, "I can look after myself, though, because I am a priestess."
That would explain the manner of which she fought his grip, thought Legolas. Aragorn smiled to himself, a priestess. Gimli even looked shocked.
"There is no doubt that you are too young to be a priestess, Siawyn," Legolas said, it was his time to add a mocking tone of voice to her name. Siawyn looked at him for a moment with utter annoyance.
"I am a priestess," she said coldly, "in my fifth year of training, Prince." Legolas nodded, that made sense. "Now I have told you, something about myself, what is it you are doing, so far from your lands?"
"That will be explained when we know more about you, and whether we can trust you," said Aragorn, Siawyn nodded grimly and wrapped herself tightly in the thick grey coat Aragorn had handed her, then stared deep into the fire. She was feeling rather tired, and it had been a while since she had had a decent amount of food in her stomach.
Soon her eyelids began to droop, and she fell asleep. It was only once she had drifted off when the company themselves could sleep, and they took it in turns to watch her, along with the mysterious landscape they had settled in.
A/N So what do you think? Please review to tell me (
A/N: Hello! This is another one of my fics I have just started and hopefully it will be as fun to read for you guys as it is for me to write! I would just like to say that I am going to try to keep the descriptions in this story as close as the originals, there will be no made up environments or places picked out of the blue.
Please review to tell me your thoughts on the story so far, and ways it can be improved!
P.S I am looking for a beta (You may have noticed my spelling and grammar is not the best) who would be able to help me to keep as close to the truth as possible, and who knows the books well. It would be greatly appreciated (
Aragorn looked westward towards the setting sun that leaked golden rays over the hills. His eyes caught a glimpse of the far off mountains that lay to the southeast. Somewhere, in that direction, Frodo and Sam were edging their way ever closer to the land of the enemy; but that was not the only thing that troubled his mind, in the dark gnarled forest in front of them, Merry and Pippin were wondering around alone in the dark. Their two horses were grazing not far from them.
Gimli the dwarf sniffed the air, and scrunched up his bearded face in disgust. "The rotting corpse of an Orc smells even worse than the feet of my Grandfather!" He declared to the small group that consisted of only him, Aragorn, and Legolas the Elf. A few paces away from them a fire was blazing filled with the dead Orcs from the Rohirrium slaughter.
"Then surely you have not smelt your own feet, master dwarf," Legolas replied with a smile. Gimli grunted something under his breath, and Aragorn laughed, drawn back to reality and away from his troubles.
Legolas stopped laughing and turned towards the forest. Something had moved in the growing darkness, something small, but large enough to be---no the Rohirrium had left none alive, besides, those that may have survived would have run back to the foul lands from whence they came.
"What is it Legolas?" Aragorn questioned the Elf, who was searching the blackness that his own mortal eyes could not penetrate.
"Nothing, I think; the trees here are old, they move their roots and branches frequently," Legolas' swift answer had not settled his conscience, and Gimli was desperately squinting; but he could only see the silhouette of the trees with the moonlit sky beyond.
Gimli yawned and warmed his rough hands on the fire, which consisted of the dead wood that they had found on the edge of the forest, and then he lay down on the cold ground beneath him. He looked at the starry sky above. "Who cares about old trees, with hearts blacker then coal! I have been running for several days, and now I would like to rest my weary body, and refresh myself with sleep," was Gimli's reply to the creeping shadows. His broad bladed axe lay on the ground next to him, and his hands cushioned his head from the stony floor.
Aragorn sat down on the other side, hurling more dead wood into the fire whenever the flames dwindled. The orange flames twisted and turned, feeling the company with its warmth. Before long he two was drifting into sleep, he had not slept properly for the past three days, and now he knew Merry and Pippin were not dead, yet.
Legolas rested his head on the rolled up Elven cloak Galadriel had given him just before they had left Lothlorien, the grey material was very light and surprisingly warm. He did not need much sleep, just rested his eyes and fell into deep thought, but still sharply aware of his surroundings.
It had only been twenty minutes since the group had settled, when the bush, bordering a small part of the forest, began to rustle. Legolas listened intently, still keeping his eyes shut tight, so the intruder would not notice that he was awake.
A small smudged face with dark green eyes peered over the top of the bush, parting its leafy branches with dirty fingers. The tall figure stood up straight, long, straight brown hair flowed a little past her lower back; and her pale dress hung down from her small shoulders, torn, ragged and smudged with dirt. She moved quietly from behind her shelter, thank the Gods they had not spotted her; she did not like the keen senses, of what was definitely an Elf, that had nearly discovered her hiding place.
She stepped forward softly onto the ground, her bare feet picking their was delicately between twigs and stones. Her eyes darted towards the bags near the fire, there must be food in there; her stomach growled greedily just thinking about it, shh! A twig broke loudly beneath her right foot, the girl cursed her clumsiness, but no one had stirred, they must have been fast asleep! She crept forward quickly and she was now standing right next to the bag, the warmth of the fire flowing in her veins; she was lucky though, the cold did not bother her.
Her pale hand moved cautiously towards one of the bags, her fingers skimming around the edge of the soft leathery fabric. After she had found food, they may have more cloaks. Bread---there must be some in there, and fruits--- her fingers closed around the loop that was holding it shut.
"What are you doing child?" A firm hand gripped her wrist, she closed her eyes; she had been so close! - And they would probably want to kill her now, for theft or something. The other two, who had been asleep before, were stirring. There was still time though, time to get away!
She tugged her hand hard, free from the strong grip of the Elf, twisting it in the way she had been taught. Legolas had been surprised when she had fought back, twisting her wrist withdrawing his grip skillfully, and even more so as she started scrambling back to the forest from where she had emerged. He leapt off the ground and followed her; there was no way she would make it back to the forest without him catching her. He grabbed her by the waist and held her tight to his chest, she was trying to kick him as hard as she could, he pulled her arm behind her back and twisted it slightly, stopping any more of her tricks. She winced with pain and stopped kicking.
Aragorn stood up, startled from his sleep. Legolas was now only a few paces away, and a very feisty young female was gripped tightly by him around the waist. Aragorn walked towards them, then stood, just half a pace from her. Her eyes opened, and she scowled at him; but to her surprise the tall dark man in front of her was smiling.
"Hungry were you little one?" he said lifting her chin so he could look at her face. It was striking and handsome in a feminine way. The girl spat in his face as a reply; but gasped as the Elf gripped her waist tighter and twisted her arm a little more. Gimli was watching from behind with amusement, leaning on his axe. Aragorn ignored her violence. "Are you a spy of the enemy?" Aragorn questioned her suspiciously.
"That depends on who your enemy is, whether it is or is not mine!" she replied defiantly. Aragorn smiled at her blunt remark.
"What is your name?" he asked casually, another question.
"What is yours and I will tell you mine?!" she replied, glancing at the dwarf still leaning on his axe.
"Aragorn son of Arathorn, that is Gimli son of Gloin, and Prince Legolas of Mirkwood."
"Well mine is Siawyn. Now," she drew a shallow breath, "if you would be so kind as to ask your friend 'Prince' here," she nodded her head back to Legolas, "to maybe loosen his grip, I fear I may lose an arm, or worse, suffocate. If you do wish to kill me though, I beg for a swift death, maybe my throat cut, but that is just a suggestion." Aragorn laughed and nodded at Legolas, he softened his grip, but still did not let go.
"Siawyn," he repeated to himself, then grinned as he said to her, "Siawyn, we do not wish to kill you," her eyes widened, they would not dare! "or harm you in anyway," Aragorn added quickly noticing her terrified expression. "But what is a young lady like your self doing in such a cold and dreary place, on the edge of the dreaded Fangorn forest?"
"Is that really any of your business?" she asked him dryly.
"No, I suppose it is not," he replied, "but it is, if you wish to have a share in our food." Siawyn's eyes lit up.
"Give me some food, and I will tell you," Aragorn nodded, and Legolas freed her from his grip. She sat down next to the fire and rubbed her hands together. Glancing nervously around her. Aragorn opened one of the bags, un- wrapped a piece of Lembas bread, and then handed it to Siawyn. She ate it quickly, and once she had finished it, she found that that small piece of bread alone, had been enough to satisfy her hunger. She looked around at the others; everyone was looking at her, making her feel self conscious, but ignored them anyway. Siawyn brushed the crumbs from her dress and stood up. As she stood so did Aragorn and Legolas.
"I do not wish to be of any nuisance to you for longer then I already have. So thank you for the food, and goodbye." Siawyn started walking back.
"You are forgetting something, are you not," said Legolas. Siawyn stopped and rolled her eyes, they were going to let her eat, and then kill her. She walked back to Legolas and stood in front of him.
"Oh, am I, my 'Lord Prince'?" she said feigning innocence, and adding a disrespectful emphasis on his royal title. Legolas' eyes flashed dangerously, but Aragorn put a hand on his shoulder.
"We are not about to let, a young woman walk all alone in these lands, whether you like it or not." Aragorn stated.
Oh this was just fantastic, thought Legolas, Aragorn has found a stray girl, and now wants to take her along with them, therefore she was now their responsibility. He looked angrily at him. Aragorn smiled, his friend, he could tell, did not like the attitude of this girl, and she did not like him.
"Are you saying that I am incompetent to look after myself, just because I am a female." Aragorn smiled again, this girl may be young but she was quick.
"I am only saying that you may not find enough food for your self, you have no weapons, and, yes you are female." Siawyn gave him a dirty look.
"I can look after myself!" she replied.
"Fine then, off you go," Aragorn shooed her away with his hands, but she stood there. Siawyn looked towards the forest, she would prefer to be here then back there; that was true. At least she had food here, even if she did not like some of the company. Aragorn walked up to her and took her arm, leading her back to the warm fire. "You will be safer here then out there, and we have food."
"I will stay," Siawyn declared, and sat herself down. Aragorn took off his grey Elven cloak and handed it to her. Siawyn muttered a halfhearted thank you.
"Now for your side of the bargain," Legolas said coldly. Siawyn ignored his tone of voice.
"Alright I will tell you something; I have run away from the city from where I have lived for a large part of my life," she said quietly.
"And why would that be," Gimli said sitting down again, he liked this girl, she was no pushover.
"It was under siege, and I did not wish to be captured by the enemy, and suffer the consequences of being found by an enemy man. So I ran away," she said, "I can look after myself, though, because I am a priestess."
That would explain the manner of which she fought his grip, thought Legolas. Aragorn smiled to himself, a priestess. Gimli even looked shocked.
"There is no doubt that you are too young to be a priestess, Siawyn," Legolas said, it was his time to add a mocking tone of voice to her name. Siawyn looked at him for a moment with utter annoyance.
"I am a priestess," she said coldly, "in my fifth year of training, Prince." Legolas nodded, that made sense. "Now I have told you, something about myself, what is it you are doing, so far from your lands?"
"That will be explained when we know more about you, and whether we can trust you," said Aragorn, Siawyn nodded grimly and wrapped herself tightly in the thick grey coat Aragorn had handed her, then stared deep into the fire. She was feeling rather tired, and it had been a while since she had had a decent amount of food in her stomach.
Soon her eyelids began to droop, and she fell asleep. It was only once she had drifted off when the company themselves could sleep, and they took it in turns to watch her, along with the mysterious landscape they had settled in.
A/N So what do you think? Please review to tell me (