Title: The Heir of the Rings
Author: Moe
Summary: When a little girl is found by the Fellowship, Legalos refuses to leave her behind. There's something about her, but they don't know it. When they do find out, they're going to wish the left her in the forest.
Disclaimer: Me don't own anything. My brother isn't out of law school yet so I can't say I do.
Authors Note: I only know the events of the Fellowship of the Ring. Not the Two Towers, or Return of the King. So bare with me, this is in the time from of the FOTR.
Chapter One- The Small Discovery
Aragon collapsed upon the flat rock, reaching for the canteen hanging at his side. He took a long sip, not caring that it was more than his ration of the day.
" We're not going to make it" Legalos approached him from behind, " it's too late".
Aragon sighed, " negative thoughts won't get us anywhere".
Legalos sat down next to him, " neither is this. What if we can't make it in time?".
" Then we'll die trying. Well, the hobbits and I will, you of course wouldn't".
Legalos stared at him, " I can die".
" That's not something I'd mention too often if I were you".
When Aragon left, Legalos looked at the sky above. Grey, and growing darker as each second passed. There was rain coming, he could sense it. That was something they defiantly did not need, horrible weather in a journey that was already against them.
" The Orcs, they're close" Frodo announced. Legalos turned and saw the blue mist leaking from the slip of his sword.
Aragon glanced at Legalos, " we must get them out of here".
" No need to tell me twice" he muttered.
The four hobbits and the two guiders ran across the grassy field into the forest ahead. Dark trees made the forest pitch black as they felt the first few raindrops. Standing on the leaf-covered road, galloping horseshoes were easily heard in the distance, growing closer and closer.
" Get off the road!" Aragon called. Legalos grabbed Sam and Pippin's shirt collars and dove into the muddy pit.
As the fierce trampling grew in view, the hobbits sank deeper into the mud. The horses were pulled to a stop directly above them. Legalos ducked behind a large tree stump, though still couldn't see what was happening.
They growled and groaned, tiny screams were heard, a small whimper. Another scream it sounded so young, the rustling of dried leaves drowning out the escape as the Orcs rode off. The six waited until galloping could no longer be heard. Aragon emerged first onto the road, the hobbits slowly following, then Legalos.
" Let's go" Aragon ordered.
" Wait!" Legalos easily obtained their attention, " didn't you hear that?" though it was dark, he could tell the others had confused expressions. " Someone else was with them".
" It's not our business. They're gone anyways".
" No" Legalos said. He stood at the other side of the road, trying to spot something in the pure darkness.
" What are you looking for?" Frodo asked.
There was movement, he heard a twig snap. His eyes darting back and forth among the forest air.
" Legalos!".
Just as Aragon was about to command another order, a white speck seemed to have emerged out of nowhere. He jumped off the road and ran until that speck was in clear view. Legalos dropped next to it. It, was a human. He placed a hand on the white cloth, feeling a heartbeat against his skin.
" Legalos, what are you doing?" he heard Aragon's voice echo.
Raindrops above fell harder, the body twitched as each one hit. Legalos pulled the small person into his arms, slowly lifting off the ground, it wasn't in the least bit hard. There was no struggle going back to the road.
" What is that?" Sam was the first to speak when he returned.
" I don't know" Legalos knelt on the ground again, laying the body onto the dirt.
Aragon appeared on the other side, turning it onto it's back. Long, light hair brushed aside to reveal a young girls face. The hobbits crowded around, at the end of the girls dress. If a mortal, she couldn't have been any older than five years of age.
" She looks hurt" Aragon referred to her being unconscious with brusies and bloody scratches along her dirt stained face and neck. " Does she look familiar to any of you?" he asked the hobbits, but they all shook their heads.
Legalos placed a hand over her cheek, " she's cold as ice".
Frodo quickly removed his cloak, handing it over to Aragon, who placed it over her. She twitched again.
" We can't leave her here" Legalos said.
Aragon looked up at him, " we're not in the position to take on someone else, it's difficult enough with only ourselves".
Legalos was outraged, " we can't leave her here".
" These roads are used during day, someone else will find her".
Legalos paused, " like the Orcs? You know they'll be back".
Aragon glared at him, knowing he had a small chance in winning, and was nowhere near it. He sighed, " alright, we'll take her, but only for the night. As soon as we can identify her" he did not finish. " Can you carry her?" they weren't going to have any horses until the next day.
He nodded and scooped the young girl into his arms once again. She let out a small moan. The girl, whomever she was, had appeared out of nowhere that night. It was a mystery of who she was and where she came from. Orcs only followed orders, and wouldn't go after an innocent child.
Unless, she wasn't innocent.
Author: Moe
Summary: When a little girl is found by the Fellowship, Legalos refuses to leave her behind. There's something about her, but they don't know it. When they do find out, they're going to wish the left her in the forest.
Disclaimer: Me don't own anything. My brother isn't out of law school yet so I can't say I do.
Authors Note: I only know the events of the Fellowship of the Ring. Not the Two Towers, or Return of the King. So bare with me, this is in the time from of the FOTR.
Chapter One- The Small Discovery
Aragon collapsed upon the flat rock, reaching for the canteen hanging at his side. He took a long sip, not caring that it was more than his ration of the day.
" We're not going to make it" Legalos approached him from behind, " it's too late".
Aragon sighed, " negative thoughts won't get us anywhere".
Legalos sat down next to him, " neither is this. What if we can't make it in time?".
" Then we'll die trying. Well, the hobbits and I will, you of course wouldn't".
Legalos stared at him, " I can die".
" That's not something I'd mention too often if I were you".
When Aragon left, Legalos looked at the sky above. Grey, and growing darker as each second passed. There was rain coming, he could sense it. That was something they defiantly did not need, horrible weather in a journey that was already against them.
" The Orcs, they're close" Frodo announced. Legalos turned and saw the blue mist leaking from the slip of his sword.
Aragon glanced at Legalos, " we must get them out of here".
" No need to tell me twice" he muttered.
The four hobbits and the two guiders ran across the grassy field into the forest ahead. Dark trees made the forest pitch black as they felt the first few raindrops. Standing on the leaf-covered road, galloping horseshoes were easily heard in the distance, growing closer and closer.
" Get off the road!" Aragon called. Legalos grabbed Sam and Pippin's shirt collars and dove into the muddy pit.
As the fierce trampling grew in view, the hobbits sank deeper into the mud. The horses were pulled to a stop directly above them. Legalos ducked behind a large tree stump, though still couldn't see what was happening.
They growled and groaned, tiny screams were heard, a small whimper. Another scream it sounded so young, the rustling of dried leaves drowning out the escape as the Orcs rode off. The six waited until galloping could no longer be heard. Aragon emerged first onto the road, the hobbits slowly following, then Legalos.
" Let's go" Aragon ordered.
" Wait!" Legalos easily obtained their attention, " didn't you hear that?" though it was dark, he could tell the others had confused expressions. " Someone else was with them".
" It's not our business. They're gone anyways".
" No" Legalos said. He stood at the other side of the road, trying to spot something in the pure darkness.
" What are you looking for?" Frodo asked.
There was movement, he heard a twig snap. His eyes darting back and forth among the forest air.
" Legalos!".
Just as Aragon was about to command another order, a white speck seemed to have emerged out of nowhere. He jumped off the road and ran until that speck was in clear view. Legalos dropped next to it. It, was a human. He placed a hand on the white cloth, feeling a heartbeat against his skin.
" Legalos, what are you doing?" he heard Aragon's voice echo.
Raindrops above fell harder, the body twitched as each one hit. Legalos pulled the small person into his arms, slowly lifting off the ground, it wasn't in the least bit hard. There was no struggle going back to the road.
" What is that?" Sam was the first to speak when he returned.
" I don't know" Legalos knelt on the ground again, laying the body onto the dirt.
Aragon appeared on the other side, turning it onto it's back. Long, light hair brushed aside to reveal a young girls face. The hobbits crowded around, at the end of the girls dress. If a mortal, she couldn't have been any older than five years of age.
" She looks hurt" Aragon referred to her being unconscious with brusies and bloody scratches along her dirt stained face and neck. " Does she look familiar to any of you?" he asked the hobbits, but they all shook their heads.
Legalos placed a hand over her cheek, " she's cold as ice".
Frodo quickly removed his cloak, handing it over to Aragon, who placed it over her. She twitched again.
" We can't leave her here" Legalos said.
Aragon looked up at him, " we're not in the position to take on someone else, it's difficult enough with only ourselves".
Legalos was outraged, " we can't leave her here".
" These roads are used during day, someone else will find her".
Legalos paused, " like the Orcs? You know they'll be back".
Aragon glared at him, knowing he had a small chance in winning, and was nowhere near it. He sighed, " alright, we'll take her, but only for the night. As soon as we can identify her" he did not finish. " Can you carry her?" they weren't going to have any horses until the next day.
He nodded and scooped the young girl into his arms once again. She let out a small moan. The girl, whomever she was, had appeared out of nowhere that night. It was a mystery of who she was and where she came from. Orcs only followed orders, and wouldn't go after an innocent child.
Unless, she wasn't innocent.