Hello everyone. Lillia here. Lillia Ellese to be more specific.
Okay, this is my first LOTR fic ever, well the first that I have ever posted and only the second ever that I've ever written WITHOUT an original character/ 'mary sue'. So please, be a pal and give me a break. : )
Okay, also this fic is supposed to be heavy in the injury and angst department, but that's a really new thing for me to write, but I read it all the time so I might be okay.
Oh yeah, almost forgot: a little movie verse, mostly book reference, but *serious* AU mostly. Um, no mary sues, a few original characters but they won't get in the way. (I'd promise you that, but I don't believe in promises so I can't.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings (I just wish I was talented enough to write something like that), the books belong to the great J.R.R. Tolkien who, might I add, is brilliant, and the movies well, I guess the credit goes to Peter Jackson and he would be brilliant, but he cut the scouring of the shire out of the third movie, oh and the other rangers, he cut them out too. And the brown wizard, cut him, and saruman's death, I guess that might be counted as in the part of the scouring, but he cut that as well, and he added arwen where she did not belong and cut out glorfindel, and he made faramir a sort of bad guy a little, and....well I could go on for a long time... but the movies are still wicked sweet and the third is the awesomest film I have ever seen in my life, the best movie ever... of course I haven't seen the passion of the Christ yet, but until I do it is the greatest! Ooh, waaay off subject now...
Mmmm, okay now I always begin my stories rather slowly, so don't mind this first chapter's lack of action. It will get better.
Oh, lastly before the story starts, this is right after the mines of Moria, and Aragorn decides to stop to rest for a while since Frodo and Sam are hurt.
A Bad Decision
As they finished eating, Pippin approached Aragorn. "So Strider, do you think that we might be able to stay here?" he asked hesitantly.
"Stay here?" Aragorn asked.
"Yeah, you know, for the night." Pippin continued.
"I do not believe so, Peregrin, we must keep moving." Aragorn answered.
"Yeah, but..." Pippin faltered for a second. "Well, umm...what about Frodo?" he asked suddenly.
"What about Frodo?" Aragorn turned to look at the ringbearer, who was currently in conversation with Samwise.
"Well, he's hurt and all and he needs the night to rest." Pippin explained.
At this Frodo looked up. "I am quite fine, thank you Peregrin." He said with a slight tone of indignation. Everyone knew one of the things Frodo hated most was being fussed over like some invalid.
"He seems well enough." Aragorn chuckled.
"Oh..." Pippin flustered. "What of Sam? That is quite a nasty scratch he has. Perhaps he should not be allowed to journey on without more rest." Pippin said, grabbing at air.
"Are you sure the real problem is not your aching feet?" Merry cut in, a tad annoyed over his young cousin's excuses and ranting.
"No!" he paused. "Although it would be nice to stop for a while more...this is really about poor Sam." He added quickly.
"Don't you be fretting over me, Master Pippin, my head has naught to do with me feet. I can journey on just fine now." Sam spoke up.
Aragorn sighed. "I'm sorry, Pippin, but we must keep moving. Those orcs might be following us." Aragorn explained.
Legolas, much to the delight of Pippin, then spoke up. "Aragorn, it is highly unlikely that any orcs have followed us this far and this close to the Golden Wood." He said reasonably.
"Yes, yes! That is true! I was just thinking that!" Pippin piped up. "And sides, what of Frodo? I am sure he needs more time to mend." He added for extra measure.
"Pippin, I assure you I am quite fine." Frodo stated firmly.
"Pay no attention to him." Pippin said quickly. "Frodo is more than stubborn when it comes to things like this. He says that no matter what he feels." Pippin said.
Aragorn was silent for a moment. "Well, one night's rest surely cannot cause much harm..." he said slowly. He looked up at the sky. "Besides, nightfall is nigh. I suppose it will not that great of a delay."
Pippin beamed.
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Okay, really short, I know. I guess this is just sort of a preface. The next chapter has a lot more things happen.
Anyway, I accept flames, criticisms, and suggestions.
I want 1 review before I update, please.
If you want, email me:
wanderingtracker@hotmail.com
or talk to me on AIM:
Cocomunk36
~Lillia~
Okay, this is my first LOTR fic ever, well the first that I have ever posted and only the second ever that I've ever written WITHOUT an original character/ 'mary sue'. So please, be a pal and give me a break. : )
Okay, also this fic is supposed to be heavy in the injury and angst department, but that's a really new thing for me to write, but I read it all the time so I might be okay.
Oh yeah, almost forgot: a little movie verse, mostly book reference, but *serious* AU mostly. Um, no mary sues, a few original characters but they won't get in the way. (I'd promise you that, but I don't believe in promises so I can't.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings (I just wish I was talented enough to write something like that), the books belong to the great J.R.R. Tolkien who, might I add, is brilliant, and the movies well, I guess the credit goes to Peter Jackson and he would be brilliant, but he cut the scouring of the shire out of the third movie, oh and the other rangers, he cut them out too. And the brown wizard, cut him, and saruman's death, I guess that might be counted as in the part of the scouring, but he cut that as well, and he added arwen where she did not belong and cut out glorfindel, and he made faramir a sort of bad guy a little, and....well I could go on for a long time... but the movies are still wicked sweet and the third is the awesomest film I have ever seen in my life, the best movie ever... of course I haven't seen the passion of the Christ yet, but until I do it is the greatest! Ooh, waaay off subject now...
Mmmm, okay now I always begin my stories rather slowly, so don't mind this first chapter's lack of action. It will get better.
Oh, lastly before the story starts, this is right after the mines of Moria, and Aragorn decides to stop to rest for a while since Frodo and Sam are hurt.
A Bad Decision
As they finished eating, Pippin approached Aragorn. "So Strider, do you think that we might be able to stay here?" he asked hesitantly.
"Stay here?" Aragorn asked.
"Yeah, you know, for the night." Pippin continued.
"I do not believe so, Peregrin, we must keep moving." Aragorn answered.
"Yeah, but..." Pippin faltered for a second. "Well, umm...what about Frodo?" he asked suddenly.
"What about Frodo?" Aragorn turned to look at the ringbearer, who was currently in conversation with Samwise.
"Well, he's hurt and all and he needs the night to rest." Pippin explained.
At this Frodo looked up. "I am quite fine, thank you Peregrin." He said with a slight tone of indignation. Everyone knew one of the things Frodo hated most was being fussed over like some invalid.
"He seems well enough." Aragorn chuckled.
"Oh..." Pippin flustered. "What of Sam? That is quite a nasty scratch he has. Perhaps he should not be allowed to journey on without more rest." Pippin said, grabbing at air.
"Are you sure the real problem is not your aching feet?" Merry cut in, a tad annoyed over his young cousin's excuses and ranting.
"No!" he paused. "Although it would be nice to stop for a while more...this is really about poor Sam." He added quickly.
"Don't you be fretting over me, Master Pippin, my head has naught to do with me feet. I can journey on just fine now." Sam spoke up.
Aragorn sighed. "I'm sorry, Pippin, but we must keep moving. Those orcs might be following us." Aragorn explained.
Legolas, much to the delight of Pippin, then spoke up. "Aragorn, it is highly unlikely that any orcs have followed us this far and this close to the Golden Wood." He said reasonably.
"Yes, yes! That is true! I was just thinking that!" Pippin piped up. "And sides, what of Frodo? I am sure he needs more time to mend." He added for extra measure.
"Pippin, I assure you I am quite fine." Frodo stated firmly.
"Pay no attention to him." Pippin said quickly. "Frodo is more than stubborn when it comes to things like this. He says that no matter what he feels." Pippin said.
Aragorn was silent for a moment. "Well, one night's rest surely cannot cause much harm..." he said slowly. He looked up at the sky. "Besides, nightfall is nigh. I suppose it will not that great of a delay."
Pippin beamed.
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Okay, really short, I know. I guess this is just sort of a preface. The next chapter has a lot more things happen.
Anyway, I accept flames, criticisms, and suggestions.
I want 1 review before I update, please.
If you want, email me:
wanderingtracker@hotmail.com
or talk to me on AIM:
Cocomunk36
~Lillia~