Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything. I wish I did, but I don't have that kind
of talent to write a trilogy and make up all its history in the '50s, well,
for one I wasn't even born close to then, but oh well. Everything is own by
J.R.R. Tolkien. Wow, he is good.
Hehe Right now I'm listening to the best selection album (Yu-Yu-Hakusho). I sorry it took a couple of days to write this one up but I had door problems (my freezer door wouldn't shut), I slept all day Saturday (not on purpose), um.it snowed.but that's not really an excuse.and I had chocolate truffles!!! Hehe.. and I'm going to see The Return of the King with my friends on the 17th! With Hanyou Lothuial included! Hehe.I can't wait! Ok Oh and I found out a name for my character that I have yet to introduce for a while, her name is going to be Isilwen Mithrandír. Isn't that cool? Well I think it is.. Anyway on with the story.and P.S. the Elvish I use isn't Tolkien's, is "The Grey Company's" I found on the Internet. Hope you like this chapter!
Oh and you know what I noticed! Every time-I think- that Aragorn introduces the three of them he says "My name is Aragorn, son of Arathron, this is Gimli, son of Gloín, and Legolas of the Woodlyn Realm." He never says prince Legolas! It's weird.
Ok continue reading
~*Chapter 2*~
The footprints of Aragorn echoed on the inner walls of Helms Deep, as he walked toward King Theodén. There was much to talk about; such as how long they were going to stay and where they are to travel. His cape floated behind him as he approached the king of Rohan. Theodén was attending to his generals when he turned and saw Aragorn. "Ah yes, Aragorn, to what do I own this occasion."
"My lord," Strider began, " I wish to discuss our later procedures after we leave Helms Deep." Aragorn shifted his weight from his left foot to the right as his awaited the answer.
Theodén glanced and dismissed his adherents and faced Aragorn. "I believe that I, the king of Rohan, have a few things to attend to in Isengard."
Aragorn straightened up as he heard the name. "King Theodén, I hope to remind you that the white wizard, Saruman, is not friendly to our parts anymore."
The ageing king clenched his jaws as he replied to Aragorn. "Yes, I know that Saruman can not be relied on anymore. I do understand though, that we cannot let this betrayal go unnoticed."
Aragorn nodded his head in approval as he retorted to King Theodén. "And what of after, my lord?"
"Then," the king said, "we shall head to Minas Tirith, where we will prepare for our last stand." Theodén then grabbed a parchment and handed this to Aragorn. "I know, Aragorn," he began, "that you are needed in Gondor, but I have an urgent message to send to Mirkwood, the land of the wood-elves."
As Aragorn snatched the letter he questioned, "Why do you chose me to send this message, when it is more clear to send Legolas, one of their own? And what of this letter? What is important enough to send a warrior away from battle?"
King Theodén looked at Aragorn, and gave a heavy sigh. "It is not that I feel Gondor doesn't need you, it is that your company of three, you, Legolas, and Gimli, are to send to letter to King Thanduil, the leader of the Woodlyn Realm. It is to ask for a hand in this final battle, for I have not heard of them in weeks of time. And, if it what I fear, your warrior expertise might be in hand."
Puzzled, Aragorn turned his gaze from Rohan's leader to the letter in his hand before him. True to his word, the Rohirrim leader had written, in detail, of what he wanted. Even though of what the Elves thought of the men, they will still come to aid of a ally fighting against the horrid armies of Mordor.
Aragorn looked up from the memo and folded it as he placed it in his belt. "You have my word, my lord, that it will be delivered safely. I will leave as once, for I would believe it would be best for it to be received as soon as possible." "And don't forget, he added with a smile, "I shall want to get back to Minas Tirith for the final clash." With that, the future Gondorian king bobbed his head and head for Legolas and Gimli, so he could tell the to get rested and well quickly, and so they could start their treacherous journey to Mirkwood.
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Well, ok it's just as short as the first, if not shorter, but I want to stop each chapter after an event or something. And it's a little boring.o well!
::gives more pillow remains to Legolas and Aragorn:: ::throws pillow stuffing in the air:: Whoot!!
Hehe Right now I'm listening to the best selection album (Yu-Yu-Hakusho). I sorry it took a couple of days to write this one up but I had door problems (my freezer door wouldn't shut), I slept all day Saturday (not on purpose), um.it snowed.but that's not really an excuse.and I had chocolate truffles!!! Hehe.. and I'm going to see The Return of the King with my friends on the 17th! With Hanyou Lothuial included! Hehe.I can't wait! Ok Oh and I found out a name for my character that I have yet to introduce for a while, her name is going to be Isilwen Mithrandír. Isn't that cool? Well I think it is.. Anyway on with the story.and P.S. the Elvish I use isn't Tolkien's, is "The Grey Company's" I found on the Internet. Hope you like this chapter!
Oh and you know what I noticed! Every time-I think- that Aragorn introduces the three of them he says "My name is Aragorn, son of Arathron, this is Gimli, son of Gloín, and Legolas of the Woodlyn Realm." He never says prince Legolas! It's weird.
Ok continue reading
~*Chapter 2*~
The footprints of Aragorn echoed on the inner walls of Helms Deep, as he walked toward King Theodén. There was much to talk about; such as how long they were going to stay and where they are to travel. His cape floated behind him as he approached the king of Rohan. Theodén was attending to his generals when he turned and saw Aragorn. "Ah yes, Aragorn, to what do I own this occasion."
"My lord," Strider began, " I wish to discuss our later procedures after we leave Helms Deep." Aragorn shifted his weight from his left foot to the right as his awaited the answer.
Theodén glanced and dismissed his adherents and faced Aragorn. "I believe that I, the king of Rohan, have a few things to attend to in Isengard."
Aragorn straightened up as he heard the name. "King Theodén, I hope to remind you that the white wizard, Saruman, is not friendly to our parts anymore."
The ageing king clenched his jaws as he replied to Aragorn. "Yes, I know that Saruman can not be relied on anymore. I do understand though, that we cannot let this betrayal go unnoticed."
Aragorn nodded his head in approval as he retorted to King Theodén. "And what of after, my lord?"
"Then," the king said, "we shall head to Minas Tirith, where we will prepare for our last stand." Theodén then grabbed a parchment and handed this to Aragorn. "I know, Aragorn," he began, "that you are needed in Gondor, but I have an urgent message to send to Mirkwood, the land of the wood-elves."
As Aragorn snatched the letter he questioned, "Why do you chose me to send this message, when it is more clear to send Legolas, one of their own? And what of this letter? What is important enough to send a warrior away from battle?"
King Theodén looked at Aragorn, and gave a heavy sigh. "It is not that I feel Gondor doesn't need you, it is that your company of three, you, Legolas, and Gimli, are to send to letter to King Thanduil, the leader of the Woodlyn Realm. It is to ask for a hand in this final battle, for I have not heard of them in weeks of time. And, if it what I fear, your warrior expertise might be in hand."
Puzzled, Aragorn turned his gaze from Rohan's leader to the letter in his hand before him. True to his word, the Rohirrim leader had written, in detail, of what he wanted. Even though of what the Elves thought of the men, they will still come to aid of a ally fighting against the horrid armies of Mordor.
Aragorn looked up from the memo and folded it as he placed it in his belt. "You have my word, my lord, that it will be delivered safely. I will leave as once, for I would believe it would be best for it to be received as soon as possible." "And don't forget, he added with a smile, "I shall want to get back to Minas Tirith for the final clash." With that, the future Gondorian king bobbed his head and head for Legolas and Gimli, so he could tell the to get rested and well quickly, and so they could start their treacherous journey to Mirkwood.
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Well, ok it's just as short as the first, if not shorter, but I want to stop each chapter after an event or something. And it's a little boring.o well!
::gives more pillow remains to Legolas and Aragorn:: ::throws pillow stuffing in the air:: Whoot!!