Hey guys, I'm really sorry that I took so long to update, but with midterms
and all these projects my teachers shoved at us for the end of this term, I
haven't had time to look at my computer, much less type on it, but it's a
new term now, so things have slowed down and I should be able to update
more frequently. You all have no idea how badly I've wanted to update, but
my parent's are really strict when it comes to grades, so I've been busy.
Anyways, i'm back and i won't hold you up further from the story.
Chapter 8:
"We'll rest at the Rocky pass there!" Gandalf shouted, pointing to the the large cluster of boulders.
"Good thing." Eden muttered. They had been traveling for over two hours and Merry and Pippin were getting tired. they practically had to run to keep up with our long strides.
It didn't take long for everyone to situate themselves. Gandalf had sat himself on top of a large boulder and was smoking his pipe, while talking with Gimli. Frodo and Sam were sitting on another boulder, eating food, while watching Merry and Pippin learn swordplay from Boromir, with the occasional comment from Aragorn. Legolas was staring off into the distance a little ways away, while she had found a little secluded area between two large boulders and some dead brush.
Eden dropped her bag by her feet and smiled to herself, just the right amount of space for smome Tai Chi. She shed her jacket and stood in the center of the small area. Relaxing her body and mind, she focused on herself and her moevments. Her body immediately began the effortless movements of Tai Chi. Her muscles stretched and pulled, allowing her to move with the grace of a cat and the precision of a hawk. Eyes closed, the whole world faded away and all she knew was the feeling of peace and tranquility this exercise brought her. Angel had taught this to her when she first became the Slayer and it stuck with her.
So lost in thought, she didn't notice the scrambling of rocks, as someone came to find her. All that mattered was the exercise and the peace of mind she recieved from it. She still hadn't noticed her intruder or the fact that they slipped away as silent and undected as they had come. Every frazzled nerve, every tense muscle had been soothed and she had never felt more relaxed, when she finished.
A soft smile crept over her face, as she dropped her arms to her sides and pulled her jacket back on. Grabbing her bag, Eden turned to head back for the group, when she heard Aragorn shout. "HIDE!" She froze, wondering what was going on, but a moment later, as Legolas leapt over one of the boulders and grabbed her arm, dragging her underneath some brush.
"What......" But he clapped her hand over her mouth to silence her, watching the skies tensely and she soon got her answer. Over a thousand birds, resembling that of crows, flew over the pass, making the most horrible screeches that had ever reached her ears. She winced, but made no sound, praying that they would be gone soon.
A moment later, they were flying back the direction they came from. Legolas waited a minute, before motioning that it was all clear and we climbed out of our hiding place. His expression was grim as he watched the retreating birds. "What were they?"
"Enemy spies." He frowned, before heading back towards the group, she followed him meekly. That did not sound good.
"Obviously the North pass is being watched." Gandalf frowned, deep in thought.
"So, we make for the Gap of Rohan?" Boromir suggested.
"That'll bring us too close to Isenguard." Aragorn shook his head.
"We'll make for the path of Caradhras." Gandlaf pointed to a towering mountain, covered in a thick blanket of snow. She shivered involuntarily, thinking about how cold it would be.
She had been right about one thing, it was cold, below freezing and all she had was her jean jacket, which she held tight around her, trying not let her teeth chatter. A mere gust of wind already had here shivering like mad. Lukcily, the snow was pretty packed, so they weren't sinking, yet. She buried her pink hands in her pockets, trying very hard not to shiver.
"Frodo!" She heard Aragorn yell and she turned around. The poor hoobit tumbled back aimlessly, before Aragorn caught him and helped him to his feet. The hobbit's hand instinctively went up to his neck, feeling for the chain on which the ring lay. He looked panicked, when he couldn't find it, but it was not too far.
Boromir picked it up, lifting it close to his face, his eyes looked almost hypnotized as he studied the small band of gold. Eden frowned, not liking the hungry look on his face, but she remained silent.
"Boromir, give the ring to Frodo." Aragorn commanded softly, but the look on his face and the meaning behind the command was powerful. Aragorn wasn't someone to cross.
"It's rather funny, all this over so small a thing." Boromir continued to stare at the ring. Eden's hands clenched into fists inside her pockets, the muscles in her legs already prepared to lunge forward at given notice. She noticed Aragorn's hand move for the hilt of his sword.
Boromir suddenly seemed to snap out of it and held the ring out to Frodo, who snatched it away quickly, watching Boromir suspiciously. Boromir ruffled his hair, before turning and heading back up the path. Aragorn removed his hand and gave Frodo a little nudge forward and so we continued on, but I did not stray too far from where Boromir walked. I did not trust the look on his face when he beheld the ring.
The snow became thick and powdery and we began to sink in it. Aragorn had picked Frodo and Sam up and placed them on his hips as they manuevered through the thick snow. Merry and Pippin moved in front of Eden, clutching to Gimli's armor and allowing Eden to gently steer them through the snow. Boromir brought up the rear, right behind her and Legolas and Gandalf were up front. Legolas, being an elf, walked on top of the snow.
Suddenly a voice reached my ears, it was speaking in another language, but I could tell it wasn't a friendly voice. After meeting Willow and Giles, she knew an incantation when she heard one, no matter what the language. Legolas obviously could tell as well because he shouted back a warning to Gandalf.
"Gandalf, we must turn back!" Aragorn cried, as the mountian shook slightly. Eden glanced around in slight panick, she couldn't fight magic, not without the wizard in sight.
"No!" Gandalf climbed aboard the snow beside Legolas and began to chant some kind of counter spell in a different language, but whoever was casting the incantation was more powerful and the mountian began to quake violently.
"Ahhh!" Boromir shouted, losing his balance. If it hadn't been for Eden's slayer reflexes, he would have gone toppling over the mountian side. She grasped his vest, letting out a grunt as her muscles contracted, pulling against his weight and the force of gravity. With a surge of Slayer adrenaline, she manged to yank him back up against her, both of them falling down, just as the snow began fall in a small avalanche above them. Eden shrieked, but it was muffled by the snow.
It seemed like hours, before the snow finally stopped falling on them, but in reality it was only minutes. Once it seemed to have subsided, Eden began to dig frantically, trying to get out so she could breath properly. She felt her hand break through and she struggled to get the rest of herself out. Luckily, another hand grasped her and yanked her the rest of the way up. She gasped for breathe, allowing the frigid air to fill her lungs, before glancing up at Aragorn in thanks.
Boromir had dug himself out, as well and crouched beside her. "Thank you, Eden. I owe you my life back there. If you hadn't been as quick as you were, I would have toppled off the mountian side."
She waved off his thanks. "We're a team now, Boromir. Teammates help each other, it's what they do. I'm sure you'll end up saving my life on this quest once or twice."
He nodded and helped her to her feet. She ran her fingers through her hair, shaking the snow loose, before turning her attention to Gandalf. She had missed most of the conversation, but Gandlaf was looking pointedly at Frodo. "Let the Ring Bearer decide."
Frodo glanced around at all the faces of the Fellowship. "We'll head for the mines." He said, burying his face against Aragorn's shoulder for warmth.
The look on Gandalf's face told me that the mines were not where he had wanted to go, infact, unless her eyes were playing tricks on her, he looked rather frightened. Gimli on the other hand looked excited, as he turned to head back down the mountian. Something told her that this would not be a good trip.
Okay folks, a little bit longer than the other chapters because you've put up with a long delay from me. So, tell me what you think, so I can post the next post the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, oh and thank you AlctasareLegolasLover for your idea. I used it in this chapter and I like it.
Chapter 8:
"We'll rest at the Rocky pass there!" Gandalf shouted, pointing to the the large cluster of boulders.
"Good thing." Eden muttered. They had been traveling for over two hours and Merry and Pippin were getting tired. they practically had to run to keep up with our long strides.
It didn't take long for everyone to situate themselves. Gandalf had sat himself on top of a large boulder and was smoking his pipe, while talking with Gimli. Frodo and Sam were sitting on another boulder, eating food, while watching Merry and Pippin learn swordplay from Boromir, with the occasional comment from Aragorn. Legolas was staring off into the distance a little ways away, while she had found a little secluded area between two large boulders and some dead brush.
Eden dropped her bag by her feet and smiled to herself, just the right amount of space for smome Tai Chi. She shed her jacket and stood in the center of the small area. Relaxing her body and mind, she focused on herself and her moevments. Her body immediately began the effortless movements of Tai Chi. Her muscles stretched and pulled, allowing her to move with the grace of a cat and the precision of a hawk. Eyes closed, the whole world faded away and all she knew was the feeling of peace and tranquility this exercise brought her. Angel had taught this to her when she first became the Slayer and it stuck with her.
So lost in thought, she didn't notice the scrambling of rocks, as someone came to find her. All that mattered was the exercise and the peace of mind she recieved from it. She still hadn't noticed her intruder or the fact that they slipped away as silent and undected as they had come. Every frazzled nerve, every tense muscle had been soothed and she had never felt more relaxed, when she finished.
A soft smile crept over her face, as she dropped her arms to her sides and pulled her jacket back on. Grabbing her bag, Eden turned to head back for the group, when she heard Aragorn shout. "HIDE!" She froze, wondering what was going on, but a moment later, as Legolas leapt over one of the boulders and grabbed her arm, dragging her underneath some brush.
"What......" But he clapped her hand over her mouth to silence her, watching the skies tensely and she soon got her answer. Over a thousand birds, resembling that of crows, flew over the pass, making the most horrible screeches that had ever reached her ears. She winced, but made no sound, praying that they would be gone soon.
A moment later, they were flying back the direction they came from. Legolas waited a minute, before motioning that it was all clear and we climbed out of our hiding place. His expression was grim as he watched the retreating birds. "What were they?"
"Enemy spies." He frowned, before heading back towards the group, she followed him meekly. That did not sound good.
"Obviously the North pass is being watched." Gandalf frowned, deep in thought.
"So, we make for the Gap of Rohan?" Boromir suggested.
"That'll bring us too close to Isenguard." Aragorn shook his head.
"We'll make for the path of Caradhras." Gandlaf pointed to a towering mountain, covered in a thick blanket of snow. She shivered involuntarily, thinking about how cold it would be.
She had been right about one thing, it was cold, below freezing and all she had was her jean jacket, which she held tight around her, trying not let her teeth chatter. A mere gust of wind already had here shivering like mad. Lukcily, the snow was pretty packed, so they weren't sinking, yet. She buried her pink hands in her pockets, trying very hard not to shiver.
"Frodo!" She heard Aragorn yell and she turned around. The poor hoobit tumbled back aimlessly, before Aragorn caught him and helped him to his feet. The hobbit's hand instinctively went up to his neck, feeling for the chain on which the ring lay. He looked panicked, when he couldn't find it, but it was not too far.
Boromir picked it up, lifting it close to his face, his eyes looked almost hypnotized as he studied the small band of gold. Eden frowned, not liking the hungry look on his face, but she remained silent.
"Boromir, give the ring to Frodo." Aragorn commanded softly, but the look on his face and the meaning behind the command was powerful. Aragorn wasn't someone to cross.
"It's rather funny, all this over so small a thing." Boromir continued to stare at the ring. Eden's hands clenched into fists inside her pockets, the muscles in her legs already prepared to lunge forward at given notice. She noticed Aragorn's hand move for the hilt of his sword.
Boromir suddenly seemed to snap out of it and held the ring out to Frodo, who snatched it away quickly, watching Boromir suspiciously. Boromir ruffled his hair, before turning and heading back up the path. Aragorn removed his hand and gave Frodo a little nudge forward and so we continued on, but I did not stray too far from where Boromir walked. I did not trust the look on his face when he beheld the ring.
The snow became thick and powdery and we began to sink in it. Aragorn had picked Frodo and Sam up and placed them on his hips as they manuevered through the thick snow. Merry and Pippin moved in front of Eden, clutching to Gimli's armor and allowing Eden to gently steer them through the snow. Boromir brought up the rear, right behind her and Legolas and Gandalf were up front. Legolas, being an elf, walked on top of the snow.
Suddenly a voice reached my ears, it was speaking in another language, but I could tell it wasn't a friendly voice. After meeting Willow and Giles, she knew an incantation when she heard one, no matter what the language. Legolas obviously could tell as well because he shouted back a warning to Gandalf.
"Gandalf, we must turn back!" Aragorn cried, as the mountian shook slightly. Eden glanced around in slight panick, she couldn't fight magic, not without the wizard in sight.
"No!" Gandalf climbed aboard the snow beside Legolas and began to chant some kind of counter spell in a different language, but whoever was casting the incantation was more powerful and the mountian began to quake violently.
"Ahhh!" Boromir shouted, losing his balance. If it hadn't been for Eden's slayer reflexes, he would have gone toppling over the mountian side. She grasped his vest, letting out a grunt as her muscles contracted, pulling against his weight and the force of gravity. With a surge of Slayer adrenaline, she manged to yank him back up against her, both of them falling down, just as the snow began fall in a small avalanche above them. Eden shrieked, but it was muffled by the snow.
It seemed like hours, before the snow finally stopped falling on them, but in reality it was only minutes. Once it seemed to have subsided, Eden began to dig frantically, trying to get out so she could breath properly. She felt her hand break through and she struggled to get the rest of herself out. Luckily, another hand grasped her and yanked her the rest of the way up. She gasped for breathe, allowing the frigid air to fill her lungs, before glancing up at Aragorn in thanks.
Boromir had dug himself out, as well and crouched beside her. "Thank you, Eden. I owe you my life back there. If you hadn't been as quick as you were, I would have toppled off the mountian side."
She waved off his thanks. "We're a team now, Boromir. Teammates help each other, it's what they do. I'm sure you'll end up saving my life on this quest once or twice."
He nodded and helped her to her feet. She ran her fingers through her hair, shaking the snow loose, before turning her attention to Gandalf. She had missed most of the conversation, but Gandlaf was looking pointedly at Frodo. "Let the Ring Bearer decide."
Frodo glanced around at all the faces of the Fellowship. "We'll head for the mines." He said, burying his face against Aragorn's shoulder for warmth.
The look on Gandalf's face told me that the mines were not where he had wanted to go, infact, unless her eyes were playing tricks on her, he looked rather frightened. Gimli on the other hand looked excited, as he turned to head back down the mountian. Something told her that this would not be a good trip.
Okay folks, a little bit longer than the other chapters because you've put up with a long delay from me. So, tell me what you think, so I can post the next post the next chapter. Hope you enjoyed it, oh and thank you AlctasareLegolasLover for your idea. I used it in this chapter and I like it.
