The Lost Fawn
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Action! Here it comes! This will (hopefully) be an action packed chapter. I promise nothing but it'll hopefully be exciting. Also, I apologize about the small idiotic Epilogue in "The Protector in the Shadows" but I really am not good with bridging gaps. I wanted to have an epilogue ending the first movie/book and moving into the next one with a new beginning. It'll be updated in the same story so don't worry. Anyway don't forget to vote! The poll closes Monday! -Ze
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Chapter Nine: For Him
She had watched them sleep for some time. She found herself enjoying the silence that came from the peaceful slumber enveloping the room with grace and ease. The softest smile graced her lips before vanishing. She felt weird watching them; these people who were such great influence to this world had stopped and wasted sleep on her. A parentless bastard child, damned by her own blood then gifted life in a new world. This was a king, and this was the niece of a king. Elain suddenly felt under dressed, under guarded, and extremely unfit to be in their company. Though she wasn't about to leap up and go running again, there was a haze in her head that was distracting her.
It was at the moment of distraction that Gandalf had pushed her door open, seeing the sleeping forms of the others he smiled, but the expression on Elain's face gave him much worry. He strode almost silently in, catching the female's attention but just barely. Her mismatched eyes glancing with a softened lonely stare, Gandalf offered a hand that Elain accepted with a soft distant smile. He pulled her from the bed and led her from her own room. She glanced back once at Aragorn before turning her attention to the Wizard.
"I am leaving to go after the Riders of Rohan, Elain. I want you to be very careful, and remember the Valar can only gift the dead life once." Gandalf said quietly still as they halted outside of her door. He had only wanted to talk to her for a moment to allow her to rest some more. Elain sighed with a nod, knowing that Gandalf had an idea of how reckless she was going to be, "Today is the day you leave for Helms Deep, sleep well for as long as you can. It is a long journey to reach the deep, I fear for you and I haven't a clue why." The wizard said slowly kneeling to her level and gently pushing her hood back. Her hair fell in a loose braid down her back, her eyes bearing into Gandalf's. Her silvery scar on her face seemed to be hidden by her bangs but the second Gandalf pushed them behind her ears you could seen the monstrosity that took up the larger half of her face.
At the first noise of rustling and the sound of Aragorn calling out "child" and "lad" in search for her. Her hood was back up instantly, almost the second the door opened to be precise. Aragorn's expression calmed the instant he saw Elain standing with Gandalf. He stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind him as he went. His hand found Elain's skull with a small pat as a gentle smile pasted onto his face, "I thought you had ran off again," He admitted with a light chuckle, "but here you are talking to Gandalf. I had no need to be frightened." Aragorn's tone was nothing but sincere, and that meant a lot for Elain.
"Heorot, why don't you go rest a bit longer?" He said, nudging Elain with his hand almost pushing her into Aragorn.
There was a moment of silence as Elain attempted to squeeze past Aragorn, only to be stopped by his hands on her shoulder. "His name is Heorot?" Aragorn questioned with a bit of an angered expression. For a moment Elain didn't understand why, she was happy to have a name finally. Be it a good name or not, it was almost the same meaning of her real name, "You said he had no name? Who is this creature really Gandalf?" He questioned with a demanding tone. He seemed more suspicious of the child then he had before. Elain simply wished he would make up his mind if he trusted her or not.
"He did not have a name, I simply figured it was time to bless him with one either way." Gandalf countered with a wise expression. Elain breathed a breath of relief as Aragorn let her pass. She did so with a soft bow to both of them before vanishing into her room and shutting the door. Muting the conversation between the two men and moving to go off and slumber quietly. She woke Éowyn and insisted she come join her under the covers, the uncomfortable chair was not good for a lady's posture.
Hours seemed like days as they walked, Elain keeping close to Éowyn walking on the opposite side of Gimli who rode Arod. She was enjoying the conversation. So much she could not even hold back the smile on her face, though hardly seen under the looming shadow of her hood it was still here. Her hand rested on Kiivas's shoulder as they strode forward. She listened intently Gimli rant on happily about Dwarf women. She couldn't help but laugh; it was such a funny thought that people doubted the existence of female Dwarfs. After all it wasn't normal for creatures simply to appear out of nowhere, not even on Middle-Earth.
She had found a distraction at the thought of the conversation, she looked back at an explanation from Aragorn, who had in fact been watching to see if she would. He mouthed and motioned "it's the beards." Causing Elain to erupt in a fit of sound filled laughs. The soft noise had shocked her above Éowyn and perhaps Aragorn more than the both of them. Even when she had tried to laugh it never came out. Why now of all times? She slowly stifled the laugh but soon found her chest heaving in laughter even more when Arod bolted, sending Gimli tumbling off. Her body hurried after him, leaving a still extremely shocked set of humans as she went to go help Gimli.
Her laughter finally died down into a bit of held back giggles as she laughed with Gimli about his fall. Looking back to Éowyn and Aragorn who exchanged expressions with a bit of distaste. She soon found herself walking side by side with Aragorn, who held a distant expression in his grey oceanic pools. Elain tapped his shoulder to catch his attention. He gave it a moment with a soft, "Yes Heorot?"
Elain motioned to the pendant on his neck, knowing what was going to come from it. She had seen the movie, she had read the book. She knew of his feelings for Arwen, and even though she told herself to be cool about it she couldn't help but feel jealous. She wasn't sure if it was the attraction between Arwen and Aragorn that had disheartened her. She hated to admit the pull she had toward Aragorn, the hateful heart in her chest wanted nothing to do with it. Elain needed to hear, but she did not want to in the slightest. He was silent in thought for quite some time until Kiivas nudged his shoulder. "She is sailing to the Undying Lands, with all that is left of her kin." He slowly shakes his head in defeat.
It was then that she heard it, her hand reached to grip at her chest feeling the sudden pressure of what was to come. She would not let harm befall the king, not a scratch would grace his face if Elain had anything to say. The commotion started, and Elain gripped the Ranger's reins for him. Her face downcast, the frown never leaving her mouth, the permanent expression seemed to worry Kiivas greatly, but quickly he turned attention to Aragorn who ran toward them. Éowyn had approached her in Aragorn's absence with a questioning expression. But when Théoden called for riders at the head of the column. Elain heard Éowyn speak with her uncle quickly protesting on how she wanted to fight, only to be quickly shot down and told to stay with the women and children.
Elain grabbed the woman's arm to stop her for a moment and gently brushed her lips across her cheeks and one thought crossed her mind. "Stay safe Éowyn, I may not return." Was all she thought before swinging atop her beast and galloping off after the rest.
"No Heorot! Don't go!" Éowyn called after her hopelessly before turning to her duties to lead the civilians to safety. She didn't slow down, only sped past the rest when the King called "Charge". She gripped her bow aiming for a second before letting the arrow fly from the bow, it hit an Orc square in the forehead. She gripped another arrow between her fingers and letting it fly in seconds another kill shot to a warg under a different rider.
"Kiivas, keep running, attack and kill all you can, I'm going on foot from here." Her voice was quick, before Kiivas could protest she had already aimed him toward a warg with a rider and started to stand on his moving form. She had made her way to the front of the pack, much to their surprise the small child found her way into the air. Her body twisted into the form of a back layout, her hand moved to the Elven sword on her side as she landed on the back of a Warg with its surprised rider running him through before digging another knife into the skull of the Warg. She had been training for months over this, and she wasn't about to be overshadowed by some motherless creature of darkness. If a war cry could have escaped her lips it would have. She didn't stray too far from Aragorn, helping as often as she could without interrupting the fighting that had progressed.
She recognized each move from the books she had read, but seeing him at work was a whole new world. His grace was almost breath taking, and she found herself distracted more than once. Because of him. She didn't mind the distraction, it was good to keep an eye on him, and she needed to remember that soon she would be forced to save him. Even if he would be mad with her, she didn't care. Death was better than allowing this to happen. She watched as Aragorn fell from his mount, and the Orc Sharku charged toward him. Elain pushed Aragorn out of the way of the Orc and leapt atop the vicious mount instead of the king. She attempted to slit his throat only to be grabbed and twisted to hang from the Warg her hood falling past her ears and showing her face and patchwork eyes to the Orc alone. Her hand reached to her knife which she ripped from her hip and plunged into the orc's chest. She gasped as he grabbed the piece of silk on her neck and tore it from its place as he fell from the creature that continued lope away.
Elain locked eyes with Aragorn for one second, she watched as he attempted to run after, screaming her given name after her. She didn't try to free herself, what was the point? She had to fall, she had to witness the army of Saruman. Things had to be seen, and Aragorn wasn't going to be the one to see them. She looked over her shoulder to see the cliff approaching fast. Her eyes moved to Aragorn once more as a tear dropped in a tired manner. Her hand reached out toward Aragorn in a futile request for help. Her face hidden by hair and bouncing hood but her eyes holding a fear that was matched to the fear she had felt the day she had died. The last thing she remembered was the yelp of a Warg. Then she found herself falling into darkness.
But she was no longer afraid. She would do anything for him.
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So, next part will be a good time, hope you really liked this! Remember, vote for me because it's my birthday on the 20th, and R&R because we all know despite grammar you love both me and the story! Anyway I hope you liked this chapter! Be expecting another update for -Ze
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