Golden Shackles
Author: Sunny
Edited by: Star
Rating: PG-13 (for violence)
Warnings: This is an AU (kinda, I mean, I only added Unicorns (and one Unicorn that manages to mess things up.).).
Me own nada. I only checked them out, if you sue me, you will only get a burned newspaper. Flames will be used to cook orcs.
The rating MAY go up. And this MAY include SLASH! You can always leave if that makes you uncomfortable. And don't say I didn't warn you!!!!!
This follows the movie and the book (complicated!) so you can't say I didn't warn you.
In the Prologue I have quite a few references to the Silmarillion.
~*~*~*~ Means a change in views (and occasionally a change in scenes and point of view) and when someone is speaking it is in present tense and when it's just third person, it's not.
*** Means a change in scene
Warnings for the Chapter: It's based on the movie, nothing in particular that bad, only using some quotes and scenery.
Geez, that's enough with the warnings, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!!
Chapter One
The time is nigh.
The trees whisper of a fell Shadow in Taur e-Ndaedelos.
The swift waters running hither smell of deceit and evil.
The birds sing forth of nine unspeakable creatures, chasing a being that bears an element of darkness.
I have not felt such fear as this since, my name and purpose where erased from my mind. With such tidings as this, I must leave this place I call home, 'tis all that I can do, I must help them.
~*~*~*~
"What 'tis this?" Aragorn cried, upon coming back to the makeshift camp, the athelas plant clutched in hand. The Hobbits, all except Frodo, were huddled against a giant tree, staring wide-eyed at Frodo.
Or, more specifically, that creature that lay with its magnificent head lightly resting across his chest.
He.she.it.was like a horse, pure white, her coat glistening like the stars that watched down upon them from the heavens. A white mane, like the frothing foam upon the ocean's waves lay upon a smooth, silky neck. The tail, spread across the green ground, was like the mist that rose from a waterfall. A horn, like a pointed rope of silver, lay across the dreadful wound in Frodo's shoulder.
Aragorn's hand reached for his sword, the creature, had not harmed Frodo, but there was still no guarantee that it would not. The monster, startled by Aragorn's approaching footsteps, raised its head and stood. "I offer thee no harm," a clear, soft voice, much like a child's or young women's, stated in Elvish. "I hath come for the Hobbit, to bear him to Imladris. 'Tis not much longer ere the creatures that hunt thee shall arrive." Soft blue eyes, resembling the perfect sky of a clear day, stared at Aragorn, pleading for his trust. "I shall not let him fall!" Urgency rang in her voice like a silver bell.
"Then I will trust you," Aragorn replied, what choice did he have left? The creature bent down, almost as if she were bowing to the Ranger. He understood, and gently picked the icy cold hobbit up from where he lay and placed him gently on the creature's back.
"I thank thee," the gentle, wide sapphire eyes studied him for a moment. "Son of Arathorn." She wheeled around and started off at a gallop.
Her keen ears twitched back and forth, searching for sounds of the creatures. All she heard was one of the hobbits yell: "What are you doing? The wraiths are still out there!"
Nothing. There was nothing.
Wait.
A screech that sent shudders through her sleek body. The pounding of hooves.
They were coming for her.
Author: Sunny
Edited by: Star
Rating: PG-13 (for violence)
Warnings: This is an AU (kinda, I mean, I only added Unicorns (and one Unicorn that manages to mess things up.).).
Me own nada. I only checked them out, if you sue me, you will only get a burned newspaper. Flames will be used to cook orcs.
The rating MAY go up. And this MAY include SLASH! You can always leave if that makes you uncomfortable. And don't say I didn't warn you!!!!!
This follows the movie and the book (complicated!) so you can't say I didn't warn you.
In the Prologue I have quite a few references to the Silmarillion.
~*~*~*~ Means a change in views (and occasionally a change in scenes and point of view) and when someone is speaking it is in present tense and when it's just third person, it's not.
*** Means a change in scene
Warnings for the Chapter: It's based on the movie, nothing in particular that bad, only using some quotes and scenery.
Geez, that's enough with the warnings, ON WITH THE CHAPTER!!!
Chapter One
The time is nigh.
The trees whisper of a fell Shadow in Taur e-Ndaedelos.
The swift waters running hither smell of deceit and evil.
The birds sing forth of nine unspeakable creatures, chasing a being that bears an element of darkness.
I have not felt such fear as this since, my name and purpose where erased from my mind. With such tidings as this, I must leave this place I call home, 'tis all that I can do, I must help them.
~*~*~*~
"What 'tis this?" Aragorn cried, upon coming back to the makeshift camp, the athelas plant clutched in hand. The Hobbits, all except Frodo, were huddled against a giant tree, staring wide-eyed at Frodo.
Or, more specifically, that creature that lay with its magnificent head lightly resting across his chest.
He.she.it.was like a horse, pure white, her coat glistening like the stars that watched down upon them from the heavens. A white mane, like the frothing foam upon the ocean's waves lay upon a smooth, silky neck. The tail, spread across the green ground, was like the mist that rose from a waterfall. A horn, like a pointed rope of silver, lay across the dreadful wound in Frodo's shoulder.
Aragorn's hand reached for his sword, the creature, had not harmed Frodo, but there was still no guarantee that it would not. The monster, startled by Aragorn's approaching footsteps, raised its head and stood. "I offer thee no harm," a clear, soft voice, much like a child's or young women's, stated in Elvish. "I hath come for the Hobbit, to bear him to Imladris. 'Tis not much longer ere the creatures that hunt thee shall arrive." Soft blue eyes, resembling the perfect sky of a clear day, stared at Aragorn, pleading for his trust. "I shall not let him fall!" Urgency rang in her voice like a silver bell.
"Then I will trust you," Aragorn replied, what choice did he have left? The creature bent down, almost as if she were bowing to the Ranger. He understood, and gently picked the icy cold hobbit up from where he lay and placed him gently on the creature's back.
"I thank thee," the gentle, wide sapphire eyes studied him for a moment. "Son of Arathorn." She wheeled around and started off at a gallop.
Her keen ears twitched back and forth, searching for sounds of the creatures. All she heard was one of the hobbits yell: "What are you doing? The wraiths are still out there!"
Nothing. There was nothing.
Wait.
A screech that sent shudders through her sleek body. The pounding of hooves.
They were coming for her.