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i KNOW that i said that i'd update yesterday but i didn't, but i HAD the chapter finished, but i didn't have a chance to post it because technology kinda hates me and i KNEW that i should've taken that tech course but NOOOOOOOOOO...

-sigh- someone hates my life... TT_TT

aaaannny ways, here's the next chapter, hope you like it :3

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please ignore my spelling fails.

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"Common Tongue"

"Elvish"

thoughts

thoughts in Japanese


MEMORIES OF THE PAST: Chapter the Eighth

"Merry!" Pippin whispered as he jostled around. The Uruk-hai had carried them for several days now, their arms bound around the Uruk-hai's neck. Pippin was still conscious and otherwise fine but Merry had blood running down his face, and seemed to be unconscious. "Merry!"

Up ahead the Uruk's came to a stop. Pippin could hear them arguing about something, but he was terrified that Merry was going to be sick or something.

"Merry!" Pippin said in a panic. "Merry! Wake up!" Glancing around frantically, he noticed an Uruk-hai drinking from a water skin.

Screwing up his courage, he turned to an Uruk, "My friend is sick. He needs water. Please." He begged as it leaned forward and growled in curiosity.

"Sick, is he?" Their leader asked overhearing their conversation, "Give him some medicine boys!" The others around them roared in agreement, and upturned a water skin into Merry mouth. Pippin felt a second of relief, then horror and disgust washed over him as he watched the dark reddish-brown liquid pour down Merry's throat.

"Stop it!" Pippin protested as Merry chocked and gagged.

"Can't take his draught!" The head Uruk crowed.

"Leave him alone!"

"Why?" He demanded, leering at Pippin. "You want some?" Pippin's head snapped towards him in surprise. Seeing the fear in his eyes, the Uruk smiled evilly. "Then keep your mouth shut."

As he turned to leave, Pippin saw Merry's eyes open. "Merry!"

Glancing at him, Merry nodded. "Hello, Pip." Pippin stared at him with worry in his eyes.

"You're hurt."

Merry smiled. "It was just an act."

"An act?"

"See? I fooled you too." Merry chuckled. "Don't worry about me Pippin." He added with a smile that Pippin hesitantly returned.

"What is it? What do you smell?"

"Man-flesh."

Pippin's head snapped towards the sound of that conversation.

"They've picked up our trail!"

The gears in Pippin's head started turning, several thing clicking into place. "Aragon" he breathed.

"Let's move!" The Uruk's broke into a run. Pippin-with a spur of the moment idea- grabbed the leaf shaped broach around his neck, and managed to tug it off from the cloak with his teeth. Looking around, he spat it onto the ground. All that was left was to pray that the others would find it, and hope for the best.

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Aragorn closed his eyes in concentration, his ear pressed against the rock. "Their pace has quickened." He mumbled to himself, before opening his eyes and rising to his feet. "They must have caught our scent. Hurry!" He shouted the last part over his shoulder and he sprinted on ahead.

"Baka! I already told you that I could track them easily enough, even without you looking at things that aren't even there." Inuyasha grumbled as he ran after him.

Legolas rolled his eyes at his comment. Before he would've said something about how strangely Líndal-or Inuyasha-was behaving, but after that revelation…well let's just say that a lot of thing made more sense to him.

"Come on, Gimli!" Legolas shouted over his shoulder at the dwarf who was lagging behind them.

Panting and leaning heavily on his axe the dwarf grumbled to himself. "Three days and nights pursuit. No food. No rest. And no sign of our quarry, but what bare rock can tell."

"Taidana dowafu! If you have energy to speak, keep running!" Inuyasha shouted over his shoulder

"IS THAT AN INSULT YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHING ELF?"

Inuyasha smirked as the dwarf ran after them with renewed enthusiasm and sprinted ahead of Aragorn, relishing the feeling of his muscles working hard and the sweat forming on his brow.

As he ran, something ahead on the ground glinted in the sunlight. Inuyasha ran towards it in confusion –what the hell shone like that out here in the middle of nowhere?- but his eyes widened when he saw what was on the ground. "Aragorn!"

Aragorn ran up to him and bent down, gently picking up the leaf shaped broach. "Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall." He breathed.

Legolas looked at if over his shoulder. "They may yet be alive…"

"Well? What are you waiting for? Move your asses bastards!" Inuyasha yelled, sprinting ahead once again.

Aragorn ran after the elf, and Legolas turned as well when he heard the sound of armour banging together behind him. "Come on Gimli! We're gaining on them!"

Panting the dwarf picked himself up, "I'm wasted on cross-counrty. We Dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous over short distances."

Just after he said this, Gimli heard a faint shout from ahead of him."Less talking, more running baka taidana dowafu!"

"WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU INSOLENT ELF?'

Up ahead, Inuyasha came to a stop and took in the vast land littered with rocks that lay before him.

"Rohan. Home of the Horse-lords." Aragorn came to a stop beside Inuyasha. "There is something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures. Sets its will against us."

Continuing to run, Legolas and Inuyasha quickly over took the two others-you know, badass elf stamina and amazingness and all that-and stared out into the distance looking for the group of Uruks.

"Legolas! What do your elf eyes see?"

"The Uruks turn northeast. They're taking the hobbits to Isengard."

The information clicked in Aragorn's mind. Saruman…

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Within his tower, Saruman stood with his hand hovering over the palantir. Pride radiated off him, and through the palantir, he conversed with the Great Eye. In the palantir, he saw countless amounts of orcs, all of them marching towards the tower. Together, my Lord Sauron…we shall rule this Middle-Earth.

My…child…where is he…? Where is Hakudoshi…? The voice of Sauron echoed through Saruman's mind. What news…do you have…from my child?

Grima is ensuring our control over Theoden holds, my lord. Saruman answered.

Sama… Do not address me …as 'Lord'… Saruman. You know that I am not from this land... You know I have powers beyond your… imagination. Address me properly!

Saruman flinched as a heavy weight began pushing down on his mind. Yes. Yes Naraku-sama…

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Déorhild's brown hair whipped around her face as she ran out of their house in a panic. "Freda! Freda come on!" She pulled her little sister along. Glancing out of the corner of her eyes she saw the wild men running towards them. Fear stabbed her at her heart.

"Déorhild! Come! Where is Freda?" Their mother called out frantically to her.

"Here!" Déorhild shouted, pulling the girl behind her.

"Ėothain! You take your sister. You'll go faster with just two." Their mother said frantically, giving Ėothain a leg up onto their horse.

"Papa says Ėothain must not ride Garuf. He is too big for him!" Freida protested as Déorhild picked her up and sat her infront of her brother.

"Listen to me. You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm. Do you understand me?" their mother demanded as Déorhild quickly made last minute checks on the buckles of the saddle.

"Yes mama." Ėothan said, fear causing his voice to waver.

"I don't want to leave. I don't want to go, Mama." Freda cried, leaning down and reaching for their mother.

"Freda, I will find you there." Their mother vowed, clutching Freda's face between her hands.

Déorhild looked around the corner and her eyes widened in fear as the wild men came close enough for her to see their faces. "Mother!"

"Quickly!" Their mother urged Garuf onward.

"Mother run!" Déorhild screamed, pulling her forward. Looking around frantically, she spotted her fiancé. "Dernfara! Dernfara!" She yelled frantically.

His face widened in fear as he saw her and her mother. "Déorhild what are you doing?" he demanded, his brown eyes wide with fright.

"Take my mother and go! I am going to follow my siblings!" She yelled, sprinting off after them. "Hurry!"

Déorhild ran after her brother and sister, tears streaming down her face as the village that she loved with all her heart disappear into flames. Déorhild crumpled to the ground, her breath hitching in her throat as the birthmark on her back throbbed. Squeezing her eyes shut, she saw images of a great wooden fortress with corpses scattered around it. She saw a man covered in strange full body armour fall to the ground, blood covering his body, and finally a young boy with dark hair and Ėothain's face, his body pierced with several arrows, and him begging her to stay with him. All of these things flashed through her mind.

"Déorhild!"

Hearing her name, Déorhild, looked up and saw her siblings. Scrambling to her feet, Déorhild ran towards them.

"Are you okay?" She asked, searching their faces for any sign of injury. Freda and Ėothain nodded hesitantly.

"Come on then. I'll run beside you." Déorhild said, taking a deep breath.

"Déo, where are we going?" Freda asked, her eyes red from her tears.

"Didn't you hear Mother? We're going to Edoras."

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Seeing the dead bodies littered all around him, fear stabbed cold and fierce into Ėomer's heart. "Theodred…" he breathed. "Find the king's son!"

Dismounting from their horses, Ėomer and his men walked around, checking the bodies that laid hewn around them in the rain.

"Mordor will pay for this." One of the men spat angrily.

"These Orcs are not from Mordor." Ėomer said with contempt, rolling an Orc over with his boot, and glared down at the white hand that stood out against the black metal.

"My Lord Ėomer, over here!" someone shouted, supporting a body by the river.

Running towards him, he sound the body of his cousin, bleeding and battered…and his chest rising up and down. "He's alive."

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A lady dressed in a beautiful green gown ran frantically up the stone steps that led to the Golden Hall. She burst through the doorway into the room and she rushed to the bed where her brother was sitting beside her cousin.

"Thėodred." She whispered, only to have his head move slightly and for his eyelids to flutter once. The lady's eyes hardened when she say the blood encrusted on the left side of his face and she lifted the cloth covering his chest wound. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes in disgust. She turned to her brother who only looked at her darkly.

Her brother stood up and walked out of the room, and she swiftly followed. Walking out of the room, they went to the main hall of the Meduseld. There in the throne sat a grizzled old man, with glassy eyes.

"Your son is badly wounded my Lord." Éowyn said softly to her uncle and King. She then retreated back to stand beside her brother.

"He was ambushed by Orcs." Éomer said, waiting for a response from his uncle. The King said nothing. Éomer felt his temper flare. "If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force."

"That is a lie." A man with dark, black hair, unnaturally pale skin and strange piercing eyes stepped out from the shadows. Éomer resisted the urge to wring his neck. "Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally." He said, walking towards the ailing king, and he went and knelt beside him.

"Grima…" The king breathed. "Grima…"

Éomer spoke up. "Orcs are roaming freely across our lands. Unchecked. Unchallenged. Killing at will. Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman." He added darkly, dropping the helmet at his uncle's feet for emphasis.

Grima's eyes went from the floor, to Éowyn and then back at the helmet. "Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind?" He asked softly, turning back to the King. "Can you not see? Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent…your warmongering." Grima glared at Éomer angrily.

"Warmongering?" Éomer repeated in disbelief. Lunging forward, he grabbed Grima's face and pushed him up against a pillar. "How long is it since Saruman bought you?" He demanded quietly. "What was the promised price, Grima?" Éomer spat angrily. "When all the Men are dead, you will take your share of the treasure?" Grima's wide eyes flitted from Éomer's face to somewhere over his shoulder. Looking back in confusion, he followed Grima's gaze which fell upon Éowyn. Sensing their eyes, she stopped and glanced at them. Grima's gaze was pleading, but Éowyn turned and walked away.

Éomer tightened his grip on Grima's neck. "Too long have you watched my sister. Too long have you haunted her steps." He hissed. Éomer wanted to rip him apart. Tear apart his body, limb from limb. Éomer's gaze seemed to become tinted in red, and he swore he could hear a wolf howl in the distance. Sensing people coming up from behind him, he turned as several men came up to him, grabbing his shoulders, forcing his hand away from Grima's neck.

"You see much, Éomer, son of Éomund. Too much." Grima said darkly. Éomer was about to say something, when a fist collided into his stomach and he shouted in surprise and pain. "You are banished forthwith from the kingdom if Rohan, and all its domains under pain of death." Grima continued, as Éomer shouted and struggled against the men that were forcing him back.

"You have no authority here. Your words mean nothing!" he snarled, then grunted as another punch connected with his gut.

"This order does not come from me. It comes from the King. He signed it this morning." Grima said, opening the parchment with the King's signeature on it with flourish. Éomer looked at the paper and shouted in fury as the guards pulled him back.


helpful notes of life:

Taidana dowafu: lazy dwarf

baka: idiot

-Sama: japanese honourific. means "Lord"


Eomer's banished :'(

and i also would like to add if anyone can guess who Hakudoshi is in the story (WEEEELCOME BACK TO: WHO'S REINCARNATION! - ahhh the crazinesss of me on a sugar rush... -dazed look into distance-) good job, you will also make a cameo.

but in order to tell me your guesses my dear readers, you will just have to REVIEW (if you please XP)

see you in two wednesdays!

-moony