Ok so this is my first attempt at a fanfic, not sure quite how it's gonna end. Anyways if I get enough positive feedback I'll post some more…who am I kidding if I get ANY feedback I'll post more!! Hehe read, read and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer: Nope I don't own Lord or the rings or any of the characters…except for my own elfy-guy
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A soft breeze whispered through the forest, bringing with it the sickly sweet smell of death. Frowning the elf raised his head, closing his eyes as he let the wind tell him its tale. He sighed, shaking his head, such a needles tragedy…he thought sadly. He began to turn away, the death by the river was none of his concern, and if there was one thing life had taught him it was that you should never meddle in things that weren't your concern. He shuddered as, unbidden, a picture of what had happened last time he meddled rose into his mind…those screams…the blood…He flinched away and began to stride into the gathering dusk, away from the river. Sudden pain ripped through his head. Shrieking he stumbled back, wh-what's going on! He thought desperately through the sudden mist of pain that clouded his mind. He whimpered as he fell to the ground, tears starting in his eyes, What do they want! The wind turned with sudden strength, tugging at his hair in the direction of the river. He gasped, They can't want… NO! They promised! Ignoring the stabbing pain in his head he screamed at the impassive sky,
"YOU PROMISED!! YOU SWORE I WOULDN'T HAVE TO DO IT AGAIN!" he sagged down, tears pouring unchecked from his silver eyes as he sobbed, "Never again!"
He screamed as the pain erupted behind his eyes. Inside his head he heard their voices, cold and distant as ever. "Promises can be broken," He cringed back as the memory flashed across his mind, "Need you be reminded…? We require you to infiltrate this…fellowship. It is in danger. You must gain their trust and make sure they do not fail." Silence echoed through his brain as the pain mounted. He stayed still, resisting them, until he could take it no longer. Loathing himself for his own weakness he whispered, "Very well. I will do as you ask." As suddenly as it had come the pain vanished, leaving him shaking on the cold forest floor. Slowly pulling himself into a sitting position he sighed, "But who am I to join? The Halflings tread the way of greater danger, but the rest will have more need of aid…" his voice trailed off. They seemed to think for a while before softly replying, "Do not follow the Halflings. Their destiny is beyond even our power to change." He gazed in the direction of the river hopelessly, "But they left hours ago!" he cried, "To catch up with them I'd have to run all night!" He paused and thought about what he'd just said, no answer came from the mysterious voices, "Guess I'd better start then." He muttered dejectedly as he hoisted himself up. Heaving another huge sigh he set of at a dead run. This was going to be a long night.
Two hours later he realised just how long. His breath came in ragged gulps, blood staining his lips as his throat tore in his struggle to get air. Mud spattered his clothes and face, the dark splotches standing out against the near white of his skin. Leaves and twigs littered his black and silver hair making him look like a crazed scarecrow as he plunged on recklessly after the three companions. He knew he could slow down, stop the pain in his chest, and catch the friends just as dawn broke. But he wanted this over as fast as possible, so he ran at full speed. Pushing himself to reach them before the moon set. Finally he saw it, a tiny pinprick of light in the distance. Not breaking stride he swiftly counted the figures that surrounded the tiny fire, Yes, he thought, relief flooding over him, Yes, it's them. Just a few more miles and I'll be there.