Waaaah!! I'm sorry!! I really meant to update right after I got all those lovely reviews, but I've been really busy with revision for my Pre-lims and stuff…I'm sorry!! Unfortunately I (in my opinion) still have writers block, so I apologise in advance for the crappiness, but I really wanted to update SOMETHING!! So I'm submitting a short snippet-thing to keep people interested till I can start updating regularly…
Oh yeah! I'm not sure whether I should follow the books or the movies for this story, or do a weird hybrid of both…what do you guys think?
Disclaimer: Nah…unfortunately I still don't own LOTR. I saw it for sale on e-bay, but some bastard beat me to it!
…I did a key last time, but I'm adding some stuff…
"blah, blah, blah" talking
'Blah, blah, blah" thinking
"Blah, blah, blah" talking in elvish…'cause I'm lazy and can't be bothered finding the right words…
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He sighed and pressed his eyes closed for a few seconds, murmuring under his breath – although not so low as to not be audible to the sharp ears of his fellow elf,
"Indeed you do, my lord Aragorn…" He nearly smiled at the sharp intake of breath that followed his statement, but managed to control his expression and turn it to one of startled bemusement as a sharp blade pricked his neck, forcing his head back.
"Who are you and what do you know of us! Speak quickly!" He gazed up in what he hoped greatly was a look of hurt confusion at the glaring elf, in his peripheral vision he could see the startled expressions of the man and dwarf. 'Ah, so it is Aragorn son of Arathorn…Thank you for proving me right, and unless I'm very much mistaken, you're Prince Legolas…Oh what a merry band this is…' "I'm Se-Dindraug" (1) He stuttered out, 'Shit! Nearly told them my real name! Have to be more careful…' "I was…sent! By my Masters…to help you! They told me of your mission…" He watched in mock fear at the suspicion that clouded Legolas's face, but to his surprise, it was Aragorn that spoke,
"And who might these masters be?" Thinking fast, he spurted out the first names that came to his head, "Why, the Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn of course! It came to their minds that you might require assistance…so they sent me, I ran all the way from Path-Galen through the night. For fear that I may have come too late to provide aid…but I must have been more tired than I thought. Which would explain why I collapsed in your camp…" he saw the suspicion lingering in their eyes and tried his last card, anger, in a desperate attempt to make his story believable, "You must believe me!" he cried in righteous indignation.
A sudden stroke of inspiration hit him and he had to forcibly stop himself from grinning as he carried on, "check my pouch if you don't believe me! I have the Lady's token to prove it!" At a nod from Aragorn, Legolas reluctantly removed his blade from Dindraug's throat and knelt down, rummaging through the small leather pouch that hung at his belt until he drew a hand out clenched tightly around something. He opened his hand, to reveal a leaf broach, identical to the ones the three companions were wearing.
Still suspicious, Legolas questioned quietly, "why do you not wear it? If it is a token of favour from the Lady Galadriel…" yet again forced to think fast Dindraug spoke from the top of his head, "I would…but for reasons I would rather not disclose I feared to lose it, as I lost my other belongings…" Here he let an expression of melancholy flash across his face before straightening it swiftly. Legolas's eyes narrowed, and he opened his mouth as if to speak. But before he could get a word out, Aragorn put a hand on his shoulder and spoke in the common tongue, "Let him up Legolas…I think we may take his word."
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(1) This is just two elvish words sandwiched together; literally Dindraug means 'silent-wolf' I don't plan on revealing 'Dindraug's real name till much later ;) so you'll all have to keep reading if you want to find it out!
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