Summary: Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli are on the hunt for some Uruk-hai's who took off with Merry and Pippin while Frodo and Sam continue their journey to Mordor. New adventures await the scattered Fellowship. AU. Extended summary inside.
Extended Summary: Sauron's plan to take over Middle-Earth has begun and the dark Lord continues to torment Legolas' mind. Dark magic is at work across the plains of Rohan and it seems the Stars are slowly failing. Will sacrifices be made to save Arda from her destruction?
Things you might want to know:
1) If you have not yet read Hannon le, mellon-nin, please read it first. This is part 2 and will make no sense if you don't :)
2) This contains movie verses with a few of my own twists.
3) DISCLAMER! : I don't own it :(
4) The idea about the stars is mine. Please do not use without my permission.
Nin-dethro hîn, Mellon-nin.
Chapter 1 - They may yet be alive.
The Lady of Lothlórien was wondering the woods of her immortal realm, hand entwined with her husbands, the Lord Celeborn. Both walked silently through the thick forest and smiled at the peace that was within their realm. The birds were singing their early morning song while the wind gently caressed their ageless faces.
Celeborn looked to the bright morning sky and smiled. Today was beautiful for the sun was slowly rising and no clouds could be seen. He thought it was a bit strange for such a fine day to happen near the end of Nénimë *February*. The weather within this month were usually cold and wet.
Galadriel and Celeborn turned their attention to a group of guards scuffling in the distance. Both looked at each other and agreed silently to see what all the commotion was about. As they entered the clearing where the guards were, the March warden, Haldir, quickly ran towards them.
"My Lord, my Lady." He bowed and quickly looked at his two royals with disgust "Saruman the white, wishes to speak with you."
Galadriel faced her husband, who also face her and nodded before moving towards the Wizard that had betrayed them and the free people of Middle-earth. "Why are you here Saruman?" She asked as she narrowed her eyes.
"Can an Old man not have council with the Lord and Lady?" The white wizard looked at the guards and smiled.
Celeborn waved his hands and the guards were gone within a flash along with their Captain. "We will not be disturbed. They have gone many metres from this spot." He let go of Galadriel's hand and held it out. Galadriel then placed her own on top. "What is it you wish to speak about, traitor." The Lord growled at Saruman.
"Melamin." *My love* Galadriel sighed gently.
Celeborn instantly relax but his gaze did not soften. Instead it became hard as he glared at the white Wizard before him.
"Do my old friends not recognise me?" Saruman laughed at the Lord of Lothlórien as he furrowed his brow, trying to understand what the Istari meant.
Galadriel's eye's widened as she heard a slight change within the Wizards voice. "It can't be?" She thought.
Suddenly, a bright white light came from the Istari and blinded the Lord and Lady of Lothlórien. As the light slowly dimmed, the Wizards appearance started to change. Galadriel and Celeborn could not help but stare at the old man in front of them.
"It cannot be true." The Lord whispered as he shook his head, shocked at the being that was now in front of him.
A tear fell from Galadriel's starry blue eye's "Incánus?" She asked.
The being that now stood in front of them, nodded as the smile apon his old face grew. Incánus watched as the Lady of Light ran towards him, letting go of her beloved's hand and embraced him as she cried happily.
"You were gone. I could not see you within my mirror. Darkness had swallowed you long ago." She sniffed as more of her light tears rolled down her fair cheeks and onto the white robes he wore.
Celeborn walked over to Incánus and placed a gently hand on his white robes. He watched as his love pulled away from their old friend and while she did, he said "Le abdollen, Tiri ér." *You're late, Bright one* The Lord smiled.
"Sut nir' reil anoné wanwie sulhet animi dekirmaure?" *How many day's have passed since my departure?* Incánus asked as he looked at both of them, worry within his grey, blue eyes.
"Kankea reil." *Fourteen day's* The Lord took his beloved's hand within his and squeezed it tightly as their old friend cursed.
"Incánus..." Galadriel drew the old man's attention "...Ta is quel a' anoné lle n'alaquel" *It is good to have you back* She smiled warmly and wiped away her own tears.
The Lord and Lady's old friend smiled "Ta is quel a' lû n'alaquel." *It is good to be back.*
"Gandalf!" Frodo woke with a start. It had been three days since he and Sam had left the safe company of Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli as they both were now on their way towards the land were the dark Lord Sauron dwelled.
"What is it, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked as Frodo's shout awoke him. He knew that this was the first of many to come.
"Nothing." Frodo said as he breathed in deeply, trying his best to forget about the dream that he had.
"It didn't sound like nothing." Sam mumbled, hoping his friend didn't hear.
Unfortunatly Frodo did hear "It was just a dream." The young Hobbit then went and slowly placed his head back down on his makeshift pillow.
"What was it about?" Sam had remembered what his old Gaffer used to say: "If you ever have a nightmare, my dear Sam, speak about it. It's always best to share your dreams then to keep them bottled up."
Frodo turned from where he layed and faced his friend, his eye's looking down at his hairy feet. "I do not wish to tell you."
"Oh, come now Mr. Frodo." Sam gently nudged Frodo's shoulder and smiled as he did "It's always best to share your dreams then to keep them bottled up."
The brown haired Hobbit smiled "I see you have been asking you Gaffer some things?" Frodo laughed as Sam blushed "My dream was about Gandalf." His laughter died as he shuddered. "I dreamt that we were back in the mines. We were all watching as our dear friend fought that demon and then as they both plummeted into the darkness, Gandalf fought the beast while they were within the air." Frodo explained. "Suddenly, they both were descending in a cave that had a huge underground lake."
Sam waitied for the next part but then realised from his friend's face that this was the point were he woke up. "Right then." Sam stood up and stretched his muscles that had tightened as he had been sleeping on hard stones all night. "I think we should start climbing down that wall, Mr. Frodo." The blonde Hobbit picked up his pack and tossed it over his shoulder swinging it slightly till it was safely secure on his back.
Frodo gulped as he stood. "Are you sure there isn't another way round? Maybe we missed something?" The Halfling walked to the edge of the cliff and took a step back when he couldn't see the bottom. A thick layer of fog covered the bottom so the eye couldn't see it.
"We searched the whole of yesterday finding one and we ended up going in circles." Sam pulled out the Elven rope, that he got as a gift from the Lady Galadriel, from his bag and un-did it. He then walked over to a rock that was in the right spot and tied the rope on it, creating one of his great knots he always bragged about. "There..." He said as he clapped his hands together. "Do you want to go first or me?"
Frodo stared at Sam for a couple of seconds and wondered if the Hobbit was scared or not. He was truly frightened but this couldn't be as frightening as the land of Mordor. "I will." He finally spoke and rapped the rope round his hand, to make sure he had a tight, safe grip. The brown haired Hobbit then felt a hand apon his shoulder and faced his dear friend.
"Be careful" Sam's eye's were full with worry for his young friend. When he saw Frodo smile, he smiled back and watched his friend slowly start to make his way down the cliff. Once he had waitied and watched for Frodo to get about a few metres away, Sam then gripped the rope tightly and made his way down also. "Can you see the bottom?" He shouted, his voice echoed throughout the other cliffs that were in the area.
"No!" Frodo replied, looking up at his dear friend "Don't look down, Sam!" He then looked down himself and then looked back up noticing that Sam had stopped "Come on Sam, just keep going!"
Sam nodded and then resumed going down. He didn't notice the wet rock he was about to step on and then he slipped causing him to hit the cliff face hard.
Frodo's eye's widened as he saw Sam slip on the rock he had noticed as he made his way down before. Suddenly a small box fell from his friends bag. He heard Sam shouting "Catch it! Grab it, Mr. Frodo!" As the box bounced down on some of the rocks, Frodo caught it and smiled but it quickly faded as he realised he now didn't have enough grip on the rope and plummeted towards the ground.
"Frodo!" Sam cried as he saw Frodo fall towards the ground.
Frodo cried as he quickly fell. He had no clue how far down the bottom was. "I'm going to die!" His mind screamed but then all thoughts escaped him when his feet felt solid ground beneath him. The young Hobbit looked confused for a moment but then looked up towards Sam who was making his way quickly to him. "Urm, Sam...I think I found the bottom."
Sam smiled as he made his way down "Thank the god's above for giving us such luck." His hairy feet felt the ground and he let go of the rope, jumping slightly as he felt his backpack fall slightly.
"Valor." Frodo turned and smiled at his friend who now looked at him with confusion on his face. "Did you learn nothing from the Elves and Bilbo's tales?"
"I tend not to listen Mr. Frodo." Sam blushed as he spoke the truth. He didn't really like listening to tales about history.
"The Valor are the god's of this World Sam." Frodo explained. "They are the one's who created it, along with the Stars." He smiled at the thought of the three Stars he had met already; one that he was now great friends with, the lover of the future King of Gondor and the Lady of a realm and keeper of one of the great Elven Ring's of power.
Sam made an 'o' shape with hs mouth and then laughed along with his friend. He turned back towards the rope and gave Frodo a look that couldn't be explained. Frodo continued his laughter as Sam gently tugged the rope and watched it fall to the ground towards him.
The blonde Hobbit then laughed once more and picked up the now 'useless' Elven rope as they, again, began their walk towards the land of fire.
"Merry!" Pippin whispered to his cousin that was bound, like him, on the back of one of the Uruk-hai. The youngest Hobbit was fearful for his beloved cousin for Merry had not woken for the three days after receiving a gash across his forehead by one of the Uruk-hai's the first time they were taken.
"Boromir!" Merry shouted as the foul creatures ran out of the great forest and onto a great plain, covered with small hills and dead bushes.
"Boromir!" Pippin cried, tears hadn't stopped falling from both of their faces. Their dear friend was dying and they could of helped but instead they just got in the way and got themselves taken by Saruman's servants.
"Would you stop ya' screeming!" An Uruk-hai shouted.
Both Hobbits ignored the foul being and continued to scream and shout for the Gondorian.
That same Uruk-hai growled and went towards the one holding Merry and punched the young Hobbit hard on his temple knocking him out instantly.
Pippin screamed as he saw he cousin's head hang limply. "How dare you!" The youngest Hobbit kicked the Uruk-hai he was tied too as he tried to get to his cousin but that proved useless as the bonds were tied tightly, almost cutting into Pippin's skin as he struggled to break free of them.
"What do you think you're doing?!" A loud voice called from the front of the band of Uruk-hai that had now stopped due to what had happened to Merry.
The foul servant took a step back as he saw his Captain walk towards him."Uglúk, this rat is doing my..." The Uruk-hai never finished as the Uruk-hai, now known as Uglúk, raised his scimitar and swiped the beasts head clean off.
"Nobody touches the Shire rats!" He growled which made the others cower with fear. "They go to Saruman unspoiled."
"Merry!" Pippin whispered again but his cousin gave no signs of waking up. The gash on Merry's head and slowly crusted over and Pippin was hoping it wasn't infected. Suddenly bile rose in his throat "Please stop!" He screamed inside as he took deep breaths, trying to calm his stomach down. The movement the Uruk-hai's made was making him sick and after awhile it seemed as if his thoughts had been heard for the Uruk-hai that was carrying him stopped, the others did too.
"You're late." A harsh sound came from the front of the Uruk-hai band and Pippin watched as the leader of the band, Uglúk, walked towards the sound. "Our Master grows impatient."
Pippin then looked confused and thought "Saruman? But we are already at the hands of Saruman, who else could be..." His eyes widened as he realised what master the harsh voice meant.
Sauron.
"He wants the Shire rat's now!" The harsh voice finished and several high-pitch growls could be heard from others. They were different to the Uruk-hai's for theirs were rougher and much more deeper. "These creatures must be Orcs." The youngest Halfling wondered.
The Uruk-hai that had stopped the band looked towards his Captain waiting for an answer.
"I don't take orders from Orc maggots, Grishnákh." Uglúg smiled deadly at the Orc that demanded the Shire rats.
Grishnákh narrowed his red eye's at the larger servant and snapped at him angrily.
"Our Master, Saruman, shall have his prize. We will deliver them to him and once he is finished with them, your Master can have 'em." Uglúk laughed at the Mordor Orcs that squirmed beneath his gaze and turned to face the two Hobbits he had bound and captured.
"What's wrong with ya' little friend?" Uglúk asked as he walked over to the two cousin's, smiling evilly all the way.
"He's sick! My friend is sick!" Pippin yelled without thought. Merry had always told him to think about what he said before he said it and this was the worst time to speak without thinking first.
The youngest Hobbit instantly regretted it when Uglúk yelled "He's sick?! Give him some medicine boy's!" The Uruk-hai's howled and laughed, scaring the Orcs as they did.
The closest Uruk-hai near the Hobbits pulled out a water skin and Pippin just prayed that it was ordinary water and not the foul sickly stuff Bilbo had told him about when you was but a child. The foul being un-corked the skin and the smell almost made Pippin throw up.
This comfirmed his fear as he watched the foul servant tilted his cousin's head back and poured a horrible red, blackish liquid into Merry's mouth.
Merry gagged as a foul tasting liquid ran down his throat. The liquid continued to fall down his throat and he coughed as he tried to rid the foul thing from his mouth.
"Stop it!" Pippin yelled "Enough already!" The youngest Hobbit squirmed on the back of the Uruk-hai he was on, trying to break free of his bond's once more.
The Uruk-hai pulled the water skin away when it had been completely emptied. Uglúk smiled and grabbed a hold of Pippin's chin "One more word out of you and I'll make sure that once Sauron is through with you, I can beat you till you lie bleeding on the cold floors."
Pippin nodded fearfully and watched as Uglúk let go of his chin and walked back to the group as he saw the lead Orc sniffing the air.
Once Uglúk was a distance away, Pippin quickly whispered "Merry?"
The blonde Hobbit smiled as he spoke the first word since the injury he had recieved "Idiot."
Pippin smiled, tears shining his eyes "How's your head?" He asked. The youngest Hobbit was glad that his cousin was wake but was worried for the gash on his temple.
"It's hurt a little." Merry spoke the truth for the gash didn't bother him. "How are you?" He asked, worried that Pippin might had got an injury as well.
"I am fine." Pippin answered as he smiled.
"Good." Merry replied, returning the smile but once he faced away from his cousin it disappeared. "Don't worry about me, Pip." He thought sadly. Both Hobbit's soon jumped when they heard a roar coming from the front of the Uruk-hai band.
"They've picked up our trail!" Uglúk turned to the two Halflings and shouted "They've come to collect there rat's." He watched as both Hobbits looked at each other, a faint smile apon each of their faces. "Let's move!" The beast yelled which made all the other servants roar and shout.
"Aragorn..." Merry whispered, his smile returning to his face.
"Their pace has quickened."
Aragorn looked to his Elven friend who stood a couple of metres away from him. "They must have caught our scent." He watched as Legolas nodded and ran towards some cliffs and looked out across the plain, scanning for the right path to take. "Gimli, hurry!" The ranger yelled at the Dwarf who was falling behind dramatically.
"Three days and nights pursuit!" Gimli shouted as he tried to catch his breath by leaning on his axe. "No food, No rest..." He slowly began to walk again as he lost sight of the Man and Elf he was following. "...And no sign of these band of Uruk-hai's. Only the Elf has seen then but he has good sight and..." His voice trailed off as he realised he was talking to himself. He looked around at the bear rocks and dead bushes and shouted "Aragorn!" As he took off, running to catch up with his quick friends.
As Gimli got to the rocks where the Elven Prince was standing, he cursed as he saw them just about to move once again. "Legolas!" He called which made the Elf and Man turn and look at him. He was glad this caught their attention for now he could have a little rest. "What have you seen?"
"The Uruk-hai's are still making their way through the plains. We will need to go closer for me to find what road they are actually taking." Legolas answered.
Gimli nodded and felt a hand apon his shoulder.
"I am sorry Gimli." Aragorn spoke with tiredness in his voice. The ranger was just as exhausted as Gimli. "We must continue. We cannot leave Merry and Pippin."
Gimli nodded his understanding and followed after the Man and Elf as they both went into a sprint once more.
Along the way, both Man and Elf constantly stopped for their short legged friend. They smiled at each other for Gimil's stubbornness. Even though he nagged about having no rest or food, he continued going.
An hour past, the sun still high in the sky and the three hunters were still running after the Uruk-hai that had taken their small friend.
Aragorn was in front the time and he continued to look at the ground for the tracks the Uruk-hai's were leaving. A few steps later, something caught the ranger's eye. He slowed down and crouched, and picked up what it seemed to be a leaf of Lothlórien which was bent at the tip, its colour slowly fading.
Legolas ran ahead of him but stopped as he noticed his friend knelt on the floor. He walked back and looked at the small leaf broach within the ranger's hand.
"Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall." Aragorn looked towards his friend and smiled.
Legolas smiled also as he read the rangers thoughts. "They may yet be alive."
The ranger looked at the ground before him and quickly began to run once more "They are a day ahead of us. Come!" He called as Legolas stayed behind, waiting for the Dwarf to catch up.
Legolas chuckled lightly as he saw Gimli roll down the hill they had just come from and cursed. "Come Gimli." He broke into a run as he ran after his friend "We are gaining on them."
"Gaining on them?! I am surely not but I am sure both of you are!" He yelled which made his voice bounce of the rocks, echoing in the distance "We should have left earlier. We wouldn't have to run such a long distance then! Us Dwarves are very dangerous over short distances!" He puffed angrily but then smiled as he saw both waiting at the bottom of a steep hill for him.
Aragorn was huffing and puffing, his energy almost spent while Legolas stood there laughing.
"What's so funny?" Gimli said breathlessly, leaning heavily on his axe once more.
"I just told Legolas I am not as young as I used to be." Aragorn punched his friend lightly when Legolas laughed harder.
"Oh come, Estel, I remember when you would go days without needing to stop for air. Shame, you grow old, oh mighty future King." Legolas bowed and turned to quickly run up the hill behind him before the ranger could tackle him.
"More stories that I will need to hear about when this is all over?" Gimli winked at Strider who just shook his head as he smiled.
"Indeed my friend, indeed." Aragorn then patted Gimli on the shoulder and made their way up the steep hill.
Once both Dwarf and Man were on top, they looked to find their Elven Prince on a small rock, just on the otherside of the hill.
"Legolas! What do your Elf eye's see?" Aragorn shouted. He and Gimli looked across the plains and noticed the terrain had changed a lot from a few hours ago.
There were now bushes whose leaves were green and full of life. There was much more rocks and small hills that were scattered across the land. Wild flowers could been seen althought a single tree wasn't in sight.
"We are within the plains of Rohan, my friends." The Prince shouted back, never once turning to face them for his eye's focused on something else. "There is dark magic at work here, something that lingers and festers within its lands." The Elven Prince narrowed his deep sea blue eyes as he found what he was looking for. "The Uruk-hai's turn north east."
Aragron and Gimli looked at each other, slowly fearing the direction the beasts were going.
Legolas' eye's widened as he realised the path the creatures were taking.
"Having fun?" A dark voice laughed within the Prince's mind.
The Elf ignored the dark Lord's words and shouted fearfully "They're taking the Hobbits to Isengard!"
"Very clever, my little Prince!" Sauron taunted.
Aragorn's face hardend. "No. It cannot be." He thought.
"Saruman...He is after the Ring!"
First chapter...DONE! This is a LONG chapter! :D ahaha anyway thank you for reading and I hope you all look forward to the next one :) This was actually suppossed to be out earlier but I had to proof read it D: This is taking AGES! :( Oh well... :D
Sorry about spelling mistakes etc. :')
For those who wish to know what the title means: Nin-dethro hîn, Mellon-nin- I am here, my friend.
Bilbo: Húllo, my dear.
BILBO! :D
Bilbo: Why are you so excited? o.o
Because...You are amazing! *-*
Bilbo: *blushes* You, dear, are far to kind :'3
Namarië!