Author's note: Hey, everyone, it's me! Yes, I'm back! MWAHAHAHA!!! Here to torment your reading experience once again!
No, actually I thought I'd write another Boromir fic to atone for the way I treated him in "Elenya". Boromir won't be appearing right away at first, but he will show up soon! And, no, Aragorn will not be falling in love with her, although that may not stop her from doing so with him. That Aragorn, it seems he has that problem with women. *coughEowyncough*
Boromir will cure her of that soon enough! *sigh* What a man! Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Rhovanion's Child by Shelly
CHAPTER ONE
Bright sunlight filtered through the treetops of the forest, spotting the leaf-strewn ground with luminous pinpricks of light as the wind played its song amongst the branches, a soothing lullaby to those who traveled through it. What leaves remained graced the trees in their scarlet colors as well as those of gold and brown as autumn reigned throughout the land, waiting for the time when the first chill bite of winter would descend upon them and send the ancient trees into their deep slumber.
Rhiannon thought she felt its caress in the form of a wispy breeze as she sat upon her horse, looking out through the trees for a sign that anything was amiss in the forest. The stallion beneath her snorted and pawed at the ground impatiently, and she patted his neck affectionately to calm him down as well as quiet him. A strange sound had reached her ears, and she needed to know what direction it had come from in order to follow it.
There it was again. And apparently whoever it was wasn't concerned with being quiet as she heard its rasping breath.
Finally determining a direction, she nudged her horse into action and took pursuit after the sound. They must've heard her approach as she heard the sudden sound of the underbrush being disturbed, but it seemed that it was going away from her instead of towards her, which meant that whatever or whoever it was was frightened of her and was trying to escape.
She came upon the brush and stopped, listening for any sign of their location, but she needn't have worried as a form burst from the brush and snapped at her leg, and she gifted it with a boot to the face as she unsheathed her sword. The sound of it stopped the creature cold, and it hissed as it drew away from her as if in pain although it remained hidden within the brush, making it hard to determine what kind of creature had attacked her.
"Don't hurt usss!" it hissed. "Pleassse...don't hurt Gollum!"
Her eyes widened at its pitiful cry as it sounded like it was in pain, and she could no more end its life than she could end her own. "Off with you, then, for I will not hurt you."
The creature eased out from underneath the brush and took off at a loping run into the forest, no doubt to try and get as far away from her as possible. She watched it go, wondering what it could possibly be as it was nothing she had ever seen before in all her years as a ranger of the Wilderland. Spurring her horse into a walk, she continued on her patrol of the surrounding land, a duty she had performed ever since she could remember.
Even though there were few left that still lived on those lands, she still vigilantly watched for any sign of the evil creatures that passed through from time to time, especially the Easterlings who were enemies of Rhovanion thousands of years ago. There was much fighting that went on in the past, enough so that most of the inhabitants migrated into Gondor and there still remain to this day, although they have been absorbed into the population so much that they seem to have been there forever. But for those few that loved their country too much to leave, she vowed to do all that she could to keep the evil from threatening their lives and diminishing their existance altogether for they were all she had left of their once proud heritage.
Continuing on, she came upon nothing that caught her interest, and almost found herself dozing in her saddle if not for the flash of movement she saw through the trees. Her first thought was that maybe it was the creature she had encountered earlier, but discounted it as it was too tall and moved too fast for it to be the mysterious Gollum. No, it was definitely human or humanoid in shape at least, and she dismounted quietly from her horse onto the ground, patting his neck to tell him to stay here.
Making sure to remain unseen, she found a hiding place nearby and settled in to wait and see if they approached her horse, and if they did, that was when she would make her move and find out what business they had here.
After what seemed like forever, she heard footsteps drawing near, and she was barely able to hear them as they were quiet but not completely thanks to the leaves covering the ground. Then she saw them come into her line of sight, and indeed it was human and a male at that that was looking her horse over with a critical eye. He was tall and dressed much like she was, except he was dressed in the style of the Dunedain of the North with his long cloak and dark clothing, as was everything about him.
His head turned, and she could see his eyes darting everywhere as he knew without a doubt that he was being watched, leading her to think that he wasn't as stupid as she thought he might be. Deciding it would be of no use to her to ambush him after seeing he was aware of her presence, she rose to her feet and walked out towards him, unsheathing her sword as did he upon seeing her. "What business have you here, Dunedain?" she demanded.
He favored her with a scathing glare. "What business I have I keep to myself, and it concerns you not so I suggest you put away your sword. I mean you no harm as I am merely passing through on my search for something."
She looked upon him for some time before finally sheathing her sword, but nonetheless keeping her hands on her daggers at her waist. Now that she could see him more clearly, he seemed to like the rugged look as he seemed to have not had a bath in some time or was reluctant to part with the dirt which he carried around. But it was his eyes that caught and held her interest as they spoke of a keen intelligence behind all that dirt, and a bearing that was almost akin to nobility.
"What is your name, ranger?" she asked, her tone easing. "You are far away from your homeland so whatever brings you here must obviously be important."
He finally sheathed his own sword, the blade flashing as it reflected the sunlight, and he appraised her with a critical eye. "My name is Aragorn," he replied. "And you are correct to assume that I am here on an important matter. Now if you are through with your questions, I must be on my way."
Rhiannon watched him turn and leave as a smile spread across her face at his attempt to try and keep his business secret. Normally she wouldn't have cared in the least what his business consisted of, but she had gone some time without no other company but her horse, and she had to admit she longed to have another human to talk to. "Surely you could use someone who knows the lay of the land, and who better than a fellow ranger? Besides, it's dangerous to travel alone these days with evil always lurking around the corner."
He stopped and turned to walk back towards her, a light of surprise mixed with amusement in his eyes at her persistence. "Your words have some truth to them, yes. What, may I ask, is your name?" he asked.
She smiled. "Rhiannon," she replied.
He amused her further by bowing slightly at the waist. He had no idea what he was doing bringing her along, but from looking at her it seemed that she did indeed know how to survive out here, and he was further impressed, being she was female. Not that he had anything against it, given that he was betrothed to Arwen, who could hold her own in a fight if need be, but out in the wilds like this it was harder to survive even for a man.
She even reminded him somewhat of Arwen, with her long, dark hair and slender build. But where Arwen's eyes were blue, Rhiannon's were as green as spring grass, and she didn't have the same beauty as his betrothed. But then again, what mortal could possibly compare to her?
He nodded once. "You may accompany me on my search, Rhiannon. We travel south into Mordor."
She was surprised that he would be going in that direction, but followed anyway, happy just to have the companionship of someone besides her horse which plodded along behind her as she led him by the reins.
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Of course, you all know who it is Aragorn's searching for, don't you? And if anyone's confused as to where they are, they're in Ithilien.
Also, I named her Rhiannon after a reviewer by the same name asked me to use it for a character. Hope you don't mind, if you're reading this!
Thanks for reading! C-ya!
No, actually I thought I'd write another Boromir fic to atone for the way I treated him in "Elenya". Boromir won't be appearing right away at first, but he will show up soon! And, no, Aragorn will not be falling in love with her, although that may not stop her from doing so with him. That Aragorn, it seems he has that problem with women. *coughEowyncough*
Boromir will cure her of that soon enough! *sigh* What a man! Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Rhovanion's Child by Shelly
CHAPTER ONE
Bright sunlight filtered through the treetops of the forest, spotting the leaf-strewn ground with luminous pinpricks of light as the wind played its song amongst the branches, a soothing lullaby to those who traveled through it. What leaves remained graced the trees in their scarlet colors as well as those of gold and brown as autumn reigned throughout the land, waiting for the time when the first chill bite of winter would descend upon them and send the ancient trees into their deep slumber.
Rhiannon thought she felt its caress in the form of a wispy breeze as she sat upon her horse, looking out through the trees for a sign that anything was amiss in the forest. The stallion beneath her snorted and pawed at the ground impatiently, and she patted his neck affectionately to calm him down as well as quiet him. A strange sound had reached her ears, and she needed to know what direction it had come from in order to follow it.
There it was again. And apparently whoever it was wasn't concerned with being quiet as she heard its rasping breath.
Finally determining a direction, she nudged her horse into action and took pursuit after the sound. They must've heard her approach as she heard the sudden sound of the underbrush being disturbed, but it seemed that it was going away from her instead of towards her, which meant that whatever or whoever it was was frightened of her and was trying to escape.
She came upon the brush and stopped, listening for any sign of their location, but she needn't have worried as a form burst from the brush and snapped at her leg, and she gifted it with a boot to the face as she unsheathed her sword. The sound of it stopped the creature cold, and it hissed as it drew away from her as if in pain although it remained hidden within the brush, making it hard to determine what kind of creature had attacked her.
"Don't hurt usss!" it hissed. "Pleassse...don't hurt Gollum!"
Her eyes widened at its pitiful cry as it sounded like it was in pain, and she could no more end its life than she could end her own. "Off with you, then, for I will not hurt you."
The creature eased out from underneath the brush and took off at a loping run into the forest, no doubt to try and get as far away from her as possible. She watched it go, wondering what it could possibly be as it was nothing she had ever seen before in all her years as a ranger of the Wilderland. Spurring her horse into a walk, she continued on her patrol of the surrounding land, a duty she had performed ever since she could remember.
Even though there were few left that still lived on those lands, she still vigilantly watched for any sign of the evil creatures that passed through from time to time, especially the Easterlings who were enemies of Rhovanion thousands of years ago. There was much fighting that went on in the past, enough so that most of the inhabitants migrated into Gondor and there still remain to this day, although they have been absorbed into the population so much that they seem to have been there forever. But for those few that loved their country too much to leave, she vowed to do all that she could to keep the evil from threatening their lives and diminishing their existance altogether for they were all she had left of their once proud heritage.
Continuing on, she came upon nothing that caught her interest, and almost found herself dozing in her saddle if not for the flash of movement she saw through the trees. Her first thought was that maybe it was the creature she had encountered earlier, but discounted it as it was too tall and moved too fast for it to be the mysterious Gollum. No, it was definitely human or humanoid in shape at least, and she dismounted quietly from her horse onto the ground, patting his neck to tell him to stay here.
Making sure to remain unseen, she found a hiding place nearby and settled in to wait and see if they approached her horse, and if they did, that was when she would make her move and find out what business they had here.
After what seemed like forever, she heard footsteps drawing near, and she was barely able to hear them as they were quiet but not completely thanks to the leaves covering the ground. Then she saw them come into her line of sight, and indeed it was human and a male at that that was looking her horse over with a critical eye. He was tall and dressed much like she was, except he was dressed in the style of the Dunedain of the North with his long cloak and dark clothing, as was everything about him.
His head turned, and she could see his eyes darting everywhere as he knew without a doubt that he was being watched, leading her to think that he wasn't as stupid as she thought he might be. Deciding it would be of no use to her to ambush him after seeing he was aware of her presence, she rose to her feet and walked out towards him, unsheathing her sword as did he upon seeing her. "What business have you here, Dunedain?" she demanded.
He favored her with a scathing glare. "What business I have I keep to myself, and it concerns you not so I suggest you put away your sword. I mean you no harm as I am merely passing through on my search for something."
She looked upon him for some time before finally sheathing her sword, but nonetheless keeping her hands on her daggers at her waist. Now that she could see him more clearly, he seemed to like the rugged look as he seemed to have not had a bath in some time or was reluctant to part with the dirt which he carried around. But it was his eyes that caught and held her interest as they spoke of a keen intelligence behind all that dirt, and a bearing that was almost akin to nobility.
"What is your name, ranger?" she asked, her tone easing. "You are far away from your homeland so whatever brings you here must obviously be important."
He finally sheathed his own sword, the blade flashing as it reflected the sunlight, and he appraised her with a critical eye. "My name is Aragorn," he replied. "And you are correct to assume that I am here on an important matter. Now if you are through with your questions, I must be on my way."
Rhiannon watched him turn and leave as a smile spread across her face at his attempt to try and keep his business secret. Normally she wouldn't have cared in the least what his business consisted of, but she had gone some time without no other company but her horse, and she had to admit she longed to have another human to talk to. "Surely you could use someone who knows the lay of the land, and who better than a fellow ranger? Besides, it's dangerous to travel alone these days with evil always lurking around the corner."
He stopped and turned to walk back towards her, a light of surprise mixed with amusement in his eyes at her persistence. "Your words have some truth to them, yes. What, may I ask, is your name?" he asked.
She smiled. "Rhiannon," she replied.
He amused her further by bowing slightly at the waist. He had no idea what he was doing bringing her along, but from looking at her it seemed that she did indeed know how to survive out here, and he was further impressed, being she was female. Not that he had anything against it, given that he was betrothed to Arwen, who could hold her own in a fight if need be, but out in the wilds like this it was harder to survive even for a man.
She even reminded him somewhat of Arwen, with her long, dark hair and slender build. But where Arwen's eyes were blue, Rhiannon's were as green as spring grass, and she didn't have the same beauty as his betrothed. But then again, what mortal could possibly compare to her?
He nodded once. "You may accompany me on my search, Rhiannon. We travel south into Mordor."
She was surprised that he would be going in that direction, but followed anyway, happy just to have the companionship of someone besides her horse which plodded along behind her as she led him by the reins.
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Of course, you all know who it is Aragorn's searching for, don't you? And if anyone's confused as to where they are, they're in Ithilien.
Also, I named her Rhiannon after a reviewer by the same name asked me to use it for a character. Hope you don't mind, if you're reading this!
Thanks for reading! C-ya!