Eärlindë Galathil
By: Writes with Block
Chapter Twelve
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Disclaimer: Me no own and you no sue.
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Aragorn watched Lessien with hooded eyes. It was just before dawn and no one else was awake. The wolf girl's movements had woken him a while ago. She was completely wrapped up in his cloak, he could only see the tips of her ears, but he knew she was staring at the plantir Gandalf had hidden.
She never moved but occasionally her ears would twitch and flatten against her skull. She was listening to the stone speak and he wasn't sure why. She hadn't acted as if she wanted it the night before but she seemed to be developing a certain fascination with it.
And that bothered him a great deal.
She wasn't a werewolf, that much was very true, but wolves were creatures associated with the darkness. Wolven in the past had been known for working with the darkness and the enemy. How hard would it be, really, for Sauron to corrupt Lessien's mind? She was only a child after all. And what would happen after she fell to the enemy? Would he believe it? Would he want to?
He knew he was becoming attached to this child. This poor, funny little child. If she fell to the enemy would he kill her? Would he be able to do it? And, if not, would he be able to allow anyone else to do it? His heart told him he couldn't, he wouldn't, he would never.
And what then? What would happen if he let her go, go to the enemy? She didn't know of the Ring or of Frodo and his quest but she could find out. Who wouldn't trust a small child, especially a child as charming as Lessien?
'She will not fall to the enemy,' he thought to himself. 'I will not allow it!'
Aragorn's breath hitched when Lessien began to move but she only leaned against his leg, turning her face from Gandalf and closing her eyes. Aragorn breathed out slowly, trying to rid his mind of his dark musings. Nothing was going to happen. He would see to it.
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Lessien and Pippin, who had become quick friends, bid a long farewell to each other, so long that Gandalf stormed off with the startled hobbit, and then the company headed out to the Edoras with the rest of the Rohirrium. Once again the girl refused to ride a horse and kept a good pace trotting along side the gathered army. She paused once to look back at Gandalf before he disappeared into the distance and relief was written across her face.
She then turned and her pace quickened, her discomfort obviously forgotten. Aragorn did not forget however, his heart weighing heavily in his chest. The girl was oblivious to his concern yet again and sang a soft song to herself as she trotted along.
'She could at least be vaguely concerned,' Aragorn thought cynically, shaking his head in frustration. He began to smile though as he watched her. It was good that she was so carefree. She was only a child.
"Lord Aragorn!" Lessien called from ahead them.
"Yes?" he answered.
"My hands itch."
"What?" Aragorn mumbled, leading his horse over to them. Lessien was sitting on the ground, looking down at her hands. They were quickly becoming red and swollen.
"Weird huh?" Lessien asked with a bright smile.
Aragorn sighed and hung his head.
"You've managed to find the only patch of poisons plants in this entire land," Legolas said with a chuckle. "I will leave this to you," he continued over his shoulder. "After all the king's hands are a healer's hands."
"Thank you," Aragorn grumbled.
"This is really itchy."
"Stop scratching."
"Yes Lord Aragorn."
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"It is nice to be home," Theoden said, turning his horse toward the city. The rest of the Rohirrium cheered and hurried down to the city to harreled the return of their king.
Lessien, who had been condemned to ride on Aragorn's horse yet again, sighed heavily, standing to see the city and resting her chin on the top of Aragorn's head.
"A whole city full of horse people. My poor nose," she lamented.
"You had better be on your best behavior," Aragorn said to her. "We are guests in Rohan and the king may demand that you leave if he does not like your behavior."
"But can't you just tell him that I'm going to stay?"
"No. This is his kingdom and his word is the law here."
"Oh." Lessien was silent for a moment and then asked, "Are you king of some place?"
Aragorn's eyes widened in surprise and he was glad that she couldn't see. "What makes you ask that?"
"Everyone listens to you. The woody elf and the dwarf and the hobbits. Even the horse people do what you say. So are you?"
"No. I am just a Ranger. I was chosen to be the leader of this quest because of my knowledge of the enemy."
"You could be king," Lessien said cheerfully. "Everyone would listen to you."
"I'm glad you think so," Aragorn replied softly, staring out into the distance.
Lessien made a soft gagging sound and buried her face in his shirt. "I hate horses," she grumbled.
Bregol snorted loudly.
Aragorn couldn't help rolling his eyes. It was going to be a very long journey to Gondor if his horse and his charge hated each other.
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Author's Notes: This chapter has actually been written for quite awhile. I wanted to continue but I can't really think of where to go next. Its just easier to start fresh with a new chapter. Sorry about not updating in a real long while. I've started school again *gag* and I've been pretty busy. I'll try to update more often so be patient with me. And as always thank you very much for reading and reviewing!
By: Writes with Block
Chapter Twelve
*****
Disclaimer: Me no own and you no sue.
*****
Aragorn watched Lessien with hooded eyes. It was just before dawn and no one else was awake. The wolf girl's movements had woken him a while ago. She was completely wrapped up in his cloak, he could only see the tips of her ears, but he knew she was staring at the plantir Gandalf had hidden.
She never moved but occasionally her ears would twitch and flatten against her skull. She was listening to the stone speak and he wasn't sure why. She hadn't acted as if she wanted it the night before but she seemed to be developing a certain fascination with it.
And that bothered him a great deal.
She wasn't a werewolf, that much was very true, but wolves were creatures associated with the darkness. Wolven in the past had been known for working with the darkness and the enemy. How hard would it be, really, for Sauron to corrupt Lessien's mind? She was only a child after all. And what would happen after she fell to the enemy? Would he believe it? Would he want to?
He knew he was becoming attached to this child. This poor, funny little child. If she fell to the enemy would he kill her? Would he be able to do it? And, if not, would he be able to allow anyone else to do it? His heart told him he couldn't, he wouldn't, he would never.
And what then? What would happen if he let her go, go to the enemy? She didn't know of the Ring or of Frodo and his quest but she could find out. Who wouldn't trust a small child, especially a child as charming as Lessien?
'She will not fall to the enemy,' he thought to himself. 'I will not allow it!'
Aragorn's breath hitched when Lessien began to move but she only leaned against his leg, turning her face from Gandalf and closing her eyes. Aragorn breathed out slowly, trying to rid his mind of his dark musings. Nothing was going to happen. He would see to it.
*****
Lessien and Pippin, who had become quick friends, bid a long farewell to each other, so long that Gandalf stormed off with the startled hobbit, and then the company headed out to the Edoras with the rest of the Rohirrium. Once again the girl refused to ride a horse and kept a good pace trotting along side the gathered army. She paused once to look back at Gandalf before he disappeared into the distance and relief was written across her face.
She then turned and her pace quickened, her discomfort obviously forgotten. Aragorn did not forget however, his heart weighing heavily in his chest. The girl was oblivious to his concern yet again and sang a soft song to herself as she trotted along.
'She could at least be vaguely concerned,' Aragorn thought cynically, shaking his head in frustration. He began to smile though as he watched her. It was good that she was so carefree. She was only a child.
"Lord Aragorn!" Lessien called from ahead them.
"Yes?" he answered.
"My hands itch."
"What?" Aragorn mumbled, leading his horse over to them. Lessien was sitting on the ground, looking down at her hands. They were quickly becoming red and swollen.
"Weird huh?" Lessien asked with a bright smile.
Aragorn sighed and hung his head.
"You've managed to find the only patch of poisons plants in this entire land," Legolas said with a chuckle. "I will leave this to you," he continued over his shoulder. "After all the king's hands are a healer's hands."
"Thank you," Aragorn grumbled.
"This is really itchy."
"Stop scratching."
"Yes Lord Aragorn."
******
"It is nice to be home," Theoden said, turning his horse toward the city. The rest of the Rohirrium cheered and hurried down to the city to harreled the return of their king.
Lessien, who had been condemned to ride on Aragorn's horse yet again, sighed heavily, standing to see the city and resting her chin on the top of Aragorn's head.
"A whole city full of horse people. My poor nose," she lamented.
"You had better be on your best behavior," Aragorn said to her. "We are guests in Rohan and the king may demand that you leave if he does not like your behavior."
"But can't you just tell him that I'm going to stay?"
"No. This is his kingdom and his word is the law here."
"Oh." Lessien was silent for a moment and then asked, "Are you king of some place?"
Aragorn's eyes widened in surprise and he was glad that she couldn't see. "What makes you ask that?"
"Everyone listens to you. The woody elf and the dwarf and the hobbits. Even the horse people do what you say. So are you?"
"No. I am just a Ranger. I was chosen to be the leader of this quest because of my knowledge of the enemy."
"You could be king," Lessien said cheerfully. "Everyone would listen to you."
"I'm glad you think so," Aragorn replied softly, staring out into the distance.
Lessien made a soft gagging sound and buried her face in his shirt. "I hate horses," she grumbled.
Bregol snorted loudly.
Aragorn couldn't help rolling his eyes. It was going to be a very long journey to Gondor if his horse and his charge hated each other.
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Author's Notes: This chapter has actually been written for quite awhile. I wanted to continue but I can't really think of where to go next. Its just easier to start fresh with a new chapter. Sorry about not updating in a real long while. I've started school again *gag* and I've been pretty busy. I'll try to update more often so be patient with me. And as always thank you very much for reading and reviewing!
