A chill wind blew as the sun rose above the plains of Rohan. No
noise was heard throughout the lonely fields. It sat empty, undisturbed.
Only the wind shook the tall grass that was as far as the eye could see. A
blue sky began to show as the grey parted.
Upon a hill of stone, Aragorn lay, listening silently to the ground's cries. For they were not the only ones who had came to Rohan. Many leagues ahead, the band of Uruk-hai, who held the two young hobbits, Meriadoc and Peregrin captive, had marched through Rohan, trampling whatever was in their way. The ground cried to Aragorn, confused at the many unknown footsteps that had crossed on them during the long, cold night.
Aragorn sat motionless. Gimli thought, because of the weary night and days they had before them, he had fallen asleep by accident. Legolas stood, shading his elven eyes, searching the lands as far as he could see. He knew they were behind; too behind to catch up with the Uruk- hai. Though, with his heavy heart, he did not despair. For he trusted his leader, Aragorn, and would follow him to the end of his days.
Finally, Aragorn sprang from the stone, startling Gimli. His expression was grim.
"They are many leagues away. For we have fallen behind. Alas! If we fasten our pace through Rohan, we shall close the gap between us."
Aragorn knew, deep in his heart, that the hobbits were still alive; or was it hope, that lead him to these thoughts. Was it hope that clouded his eyes from the truth? It had been four days since the hobbits capture. They had traveled through Emyn Muil night and day, stopping shortly once. Aragorn had not gotten sleep since before they were on the shores of the Anduin, before the attack of the Uruk-hai, before the capture of Merry and Pippin, before Frodo left the fellowship to travel to Mordor alone (though, he did not go alone because of his friend, Samwise Gamgee), and... before the passing of Boromir, man of Gondor, son of Denethor, watcher and keeper of Minas Tirith. As weary as the ranger was, he continued forth, pushing harder to reach the hobbits, to save them from torment and death. He continued:
"Though, something troubles me. The land of Rohan cries to me in confusion. It does not know of the Uruk-hai, but it tells me of horsemen, galloping through the plains. Though, they are also leagues away to the North, the path we must go to catch up with the Uruk-hai, and our friends."
Legolas strained his blue eyes, searching. He turned from side to side, trying to find something, anything.
"I do not see them. I do not see nothing, save the grass and few trees abroad this empty land. Are there no men settled in Rohan?" Legolas asked inquisitively. Since he was from the forest of Mirkwood, he knew little of the lands to the South, save Mordor.
"The men of Riddermark. Though, they belong to the city of Edoras, some leagues away from where we stand." Aragorn replied.
"Aragorn?" Gimli interrupted roughly, "Do the riders play a part in our journey? I think not. They have nothing to do neither with us, and us nor to them. We need not to worry about these horsemen."
"That you are wrong, my good dwarf." Aragorn replied.
"These horsemen could mean little or great to us. They may help us and be allies. For I have been in these lands before and know the people. These could be horsemen from Edoras or Gondor, which could aid us because I am friends with the king of Edoras, Theoden, and I know the leader of Gondor, Denethor. Yet, they may be riders of Mordor, evil men that serve the dark lord. Unfortunately, we have spies all around us. We can trust only ourselves, friends, and allies if we make them along the way. These horsemen, right now, play a key role in our journey. We may need them, so do not be stubborn or ignorant, my friend. Alas! We have stayed too long. Already time is wasted. Let us continue! Come Gimli! Legolas!"
Aragorn quickly sped off north, following the path of the Uruk- hai. All morning, the three companions traveled through the lonely Rohan, in search of their friends. Throughout the chill day, Aragorn and his company ran through the land of Riddermark, gaining more on the Uruk-hai. As the day progressed, so did they. Eventually, nightfall came, but still they pushed forward. Only once did they stop for a rest.
Finally, morning came once again. Another sun rose, and still the Uruk-hai held their lead above the three. Legolas quickly ran to the top of a hill. Looking out, he smelled and tasted the air.
"A Red sun rises...blood has been spilled this night." Legolas said, worry upon his face. But Aragorn pressed forward, reassuring his companions that they would find their friends and to not despair; especially when hope was needed the most at this time.
Running ahead of the others, Aragorn was looking to his sides, looking for any sign of their two friends. Suddenly, a small object, gleaming in the bright sun, now straight above them, caught Aragorn's eye.
"A sign..." Aragorn's voice drifted off.
"Legolas! Gimli! Come quick! I have found something that belongs to them!"
Legolas and Gimli sped up to meet Aragorn. When they reached him, they, too, saw it.
"Not idly to the leaves of Lorien fall." Aragorn said, as his heart's weight seemed to lift.
"They may yet still be alive." Legolas replied with relief, though, knowing this was only a small sign, nothing more.
In Aragorn's hand laid the brooch of a Lorien leaf, which was given to the hobbits as a gift from the Lady of the Wood, which held their elven cloaks together at the neck.
"Then they are still alive? Oh! Bless the hobbits!" Gimli cried, happy with the finding.
"I do not know." Aragorn said with uncertainness.
"I am not sure." Aragorn said, his voice trailing.
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Upon a hill of stone, Aragorn lay, listening silently to the ground's cries. For they were not the only ones who had came to Rohan. Many leagues ahead, the band of Uruk-hai, who held the two young hobbits, Meriadoc and Peregrin captive, had marched through Rohan, trampling whatever was in their way. The ground cried to Aragorn, confused at the many unknown footsteps that had crossed on them during the long, cold night.
Aragorn sat motionless. Gimli thought, because of the weary night and days they had before them, he had fallen asleep by accident. Legolas stood, shading his elven eyes, searching the lands as far as he could see. He knew they were behind; too behind to catch up with the Uruk- hai. Though, with his heavy heart, he did not despair. For he trusted his leader, Aragorn, and would follow him to the end of his days.
Finally, Aragorn sprang from the stone, startling Gimli. His expression was grim.
"They are many leagues away. For we have fallen behind. Alas! If we fasten our pace through Rohan, we shall close the gap between us."
Aragorn knew, deep in his heart, that the hobbits were still alive; or was it hope, that lead him to these thoughts. Was it hope that clouded his eyes from the truth? It had been four days since the hobbits capture. They had traveled through Emyn Muil night and day, stopping shortly once. Aragorn had not gotten sleep since before they were on the shores of the Anduin, before the attack of the Uruk-hai, before the capture of Merry and Pippin, before Frodo left the fellowship to travel to Mordor alone (though, he did not go alone because of his friend, Samwise Gamgee), and... before the passing of Boromir, man of Gondor, son of Denethor, watcher and keeper of Minas Tirith. As weary as the ranger was, he continued forth, pushing harder to reach the hobbits, to save them from torment and death. He continued:
"Though, something troubles me. The land of Rohan cries to me in confusion. It does not know of the Uruk-hai, but it tells me of horsemen, galloping through the plains. Though, they are also leagues away to the North, the path we must go to catch up with the Uruk-hai, and our friends."
Legolas strained his blue eyes, searching. He turned from side to side, trying to find something, anything.
"I do not see them. I do not see nothing, save the grass and few trees abroad this empty land. Are there no men settled in Rohan?" Legolas asked inquisitively. Since he was from the forest of Mirkwood, he knew little of the lands to the South, save Mordor.
"The men of Riddermark. Though, they belong to the city of Edoras, some leagues away from where we stand." Aragorn replied.
"Aragorn?" Gimli interrupted roughly, "Do the riders play a part in our journey? I think not. They have nothing to do neither with us, and us nor to them. We need not to worry about these horsemen."
"That you are wrong, my good dwarf." Aragorn replied.
"These horsemen could mean little or great to us. They may help us and be allies. For I have been in these lands before and know the people. These could be horsemen from Edoras or Gondor, which could aid us because I am friends with the king of Edoras, Theoden, and I know the leader of Gondor, Denethor. Yet, they may be riders of Mordor, evil men that serve the dark lord. Unfortunately, we have spies all around us. We can trust only ourselves, friends, and allies if we make them along the way. These horsemen, right now, play a key role in our journey. We may need them, so do not be stubborn or ignorant, my friend. Alas! We have stayed too long. Already time is wasted. Let us continue! Come Gimli! Legolas!"
Aragorn quickly sped off north, following the path of the Uruk- hai. All morning, the three companions traveled through the lonely Rohan, in search of their friends. Throughout the chill day, Aragorn and his company ran through the land of Riddermark, gaining more on the Uruk-hai. As the day progressed, so did they. Eventually, nightfall came, but still they pushed forward. Only once did they stop for a rest.
Finally, morning came once again. Another sun rose, and still the Uruk-hai held their lead above the three. Legolas quickly ran to the top of a hill. Looking out, he smelled and tasted the air.
"A Red sun rises...blood has been spilled this night." Legolas said, worry upon his face. But Aragorn pressed forward, reassuring his companions that they would find their friends and to not despair; especially when hope was needed the most at this time.
Running ahead of the others, Aragorn was looking to his sides, looking for any sign of their two friends. Suddenly, a small object, gleaming in the bright sun, now straight above them, caught Aragorn's eye.
"A sign..." Aragorn's voice drifted off.
"Legolas! Gimli! Come quick! I have found something that belongs to them!"
Legolas and Gimli sped up to meet Aragorn. When they reached him, they, too, saw it.
"Not idly to the leaves of Lorien fall." Aragorn said, as his heart's weight seemed to lift.
"They may yet still be alive." Legolas replied with relief, though, knowing this was only a small sign, nothing more.
In Aragorn's hand laid the brooch of a Lorien leaf, which was given to the hobbits as a gift from the Lady of the Wood, which held their elven cloaks together at the neck.
"Then they are still alive? Oh! Bless the hobbits!" Gimli cried, happy with the finding.
"I do not know." Aragorn said with uncertainness.
"I am not sure." Aragorn said, his voice trailing.
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