Author's note: Please r&r! By the way, for the sake of littlefish, this is
where Aragorn comes in! yay! I am so annoyed with this darn head cold! The
weather's been really weird around here and I can't breath worth jack!
A Haunting Past
The Fellowship reached Minas Tirith at last. They were led to the Lord Elessar at once by Faramir. He welcomed them with open arms.
"My friends, never had I expected to see you all together." Aragorn looked at them all and noticed that Crysta was not present. "Where is Crysta? And who is this stranger?"
Gandalf answered, "This is Ian Lightfoot of the fairylands, Crysta's friend. Crysta has been kidnapped by the orcs and taken away, but I think we have a little time before she is harmed." It was getting dark outside and was pouring down rain, thunder and lightning were flashing and rumbling. Aragorn and Gandalf were speaking of ways to get their friend back while the others watched and listened.
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Crysta waited patiently for the orc to come into her cell. Somehow, she had managed to keep the cuffs from linking by keeping a pocket of air through the lock with her power when the orc put them around her wrists. Then she slipped the shackles off and was now waiting on the ground. She felt sick and feeble from the spell Atrus had cast on her. She had trouble breathing and was dizzy. Silent tears and blood ran down her face. Suddenly the lock on the door clicked and the door slowly creaked open. Crysta got up and quietly ran behind the door, her feet making no noise. She knew the orc would not open the door far enough to crush her because it was a heavy door and would be difficult to move, so she was not afraid.
The door stopped moving. Crysta clasped her hands together in a knot, for her weapons were on Starblade and she deeply regretted it now. She was hoping to knock the orc unconcious and slip out unnoticed. The gigantic orc walked in and jumped back in shock from her dissapearence. Crysta took a deep breath, she had a feeling that this would be her only chance to escape. For the first time in three years, she was trembling with nervousness. The orc was twisting and turning like mad looking for the vanished prisoner. He turned all the way and the last thing he saw before blackness was a small elvish fist knot going into his face. Crysta's fists were starting to bruise and were throbbing. She had hit him as hard as she possibly could to make sure he would be unconcious when she was done. She tore a strip from her tunic and stuffed it in his mouth, then took the shackles and placed them around his wrists. She tiptoed out of the cell and shut the huge door, she was almost free.
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"We have to leave now, who knows if she's not already dead by now."
"We cannot search in this storm. We wouldn't be doing her or ourselves any good wandering around blind in the rain."
The Fellowship had been arguing for the last half- hour about if they should be going to find Crysta in the rain or stay and make a plan.
"I agree with Gandalf," said Legolas, "We are doing no good to anyone without a plan. We should wait until the storm passes. Until then we should plan how to get into the cave. I doubt very much that whoever took her will let us just walk in."
"Legolas is right," said Aragorn, "I have been scanning the land around Minas Tirith and have found nothing of any evil. This creature or whatever it is must be excellent at hiding or else I would have seen them."
Gimli huffed, "I suppose your right." He walked over to the table where there was a map of Gondor spread out. The hobbits were sitting near by talking among themselves.
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Ian, however could take no more of this arguing. He had sneaked out a few minutes before the argument ended and was now sitting alone on a long balcony looking over the city. He was worrying himself sick over Crysta's capture. This is silly he thought I know as well as anyone else that she can take care of herself. I'm her best friend and should know this. But deep in the pit of his stomach he couldn't help but feel extremely worried. Just the thought of the bright, fiery elf chained in a cell made him sick to his stomach. If he hadn't been absorbed in thought he would have noticed soft footsteps approaching.
"You fear for her life don't you?" said a soft, soothing voice from behind Ian. He jumped and swirved around. In front of him was a beautiful woman, tall and slender. He knew that this was an elf from the light coming from her, what he didn't know was that this was the queen of Gondor, Arwen.
"Oh, hello Miss. You startled me. How did you know I was with the travelers?"
Arwen laughed softly, "How else would a fairy roam from their homeland except with the strangest pack of travelers Middle Earth has ever seen?"
"Your right about that Miss." said Ian.
"Tell me how you know the young elf." Arwen asked.
"Well, we met when she first came to the fairylands after, you know, the quest she was always talkin' about. We've been best friends ever since for the last two years."
"And was it just friendship or something more than that?" She asked.
Ian blushed, but then his mouth went into a small grin and he shook his head. "No, I could never really feel that way about her. She's more like an older sister to me, even though I'm two months older than she. She's just so more independent than me, most likely because she's been alone for the last seven years. But there I go rambling again. Bad habit of mine."
Arwen smiled warmly. "I think it is wonderful that you are such good friends." Ian smiled, then looked at the ground in dismay for he realized again that Crysta was gone. Arwen put her hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be alright Ian. My husband Aragorn, Gandalf, and the others will set it right. Legolas also looks to her as a younger sister, I think everyone does. We've all in a sense taken her under our wing." Ian stared at the ground and then looked up at Arwen. He stood up.
"Why, your the queen?! I should have known! Forgive me, I didn't realize..."
"It's all right. It was nice having a talk with someone who didn't treat me every second like I was royalty. It feels good to be treated like a common person." She got up and walked back into the building, squeezing Ian's shoulder before she went. Ian felt better, the lady was very beautiful and kind. And yet he never caught her name.
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Crysta had been jogging down the hall with no sign of life for a while. She felt she was going around in circles. After a while she had to sit down for her head was spinning. Suddenly, she heard the role of thunder to her right. She was on the right track! She jumped up and ran to her right. It was completely black and she could see nothing. But, to Crysta's delight, she saw a flash of lightning right in front of her. The doorway was close. She kept running.
The second she stepped out of the cave she felt all the air rush from her lungs and fell to her knees gasping for air. She looked up and heard a great horn blow. Orcs and men jumped out from beyond the rocks. Crysta leaped to her feet and ran on, knowing that she had to make this escape. The edge of a river popped up beneath her feet. Crysta wobbled but then caught her balance once again, praising the stars for her elvish grace. A big muscular man came up behind her and pushed her in. She fell in with a cry. The rapids carried her away from the armies, but now she was in deeper trouble. An enormous rock appeared out of nowhere and caught Crysta's back. Her ribs exploded with pain and she landed on the shore, orcs still coming after her. She painstakingly pulled herself up and looked about. A horse was tied to a nearby tree, obviously belonging to one of the men. She smiled and limped as fast as she could toward it. She hopped upon its back and undid the rope.
"Noro lim." Inhesitently the horse took off. The orcs immediatly charged after her. She saw a great lighted city in the distance, now she knew where she was.
A Haunting Past
The Fellowship reached Minas Tirith at last. They were led to the Lord Elessar at once by Faramir. He welcomed them with open arms.
"My friends, never had I expected to see you all together." Aragorn looked at them all and noticed that Crysta was not present. "Where is Crysta? And who is this stranger?"
Gandalf answered, "This is Ian Lightfoot of the fairylands, Crysta's friend. Crysta has been kidnapped by the orcs and taken away, but I think we have a little time before she is harmed." It was getting dark outside and was pouring down rain, thunder and lightning were flashing and rumbling. Aragorn and Gandalf were speaking of ways to get their friend back while the others watched and listened.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Crysta waited patiently for the orc to come into her cell. Somehow, she had managed to keep the cuffs from linking by keeping a pocket of air through the lock with her power when the orc put them around her wrists. Then she slipped the shackles off and was now waiting on the ground. She felt sick and feeble from the spell Atrus had cast on her. She had trouble breathing and was dizzy. Silent tears and blood ran down her face. Suddenly the lock on the door clicked and the door slowly creaked open. Crysta got up and quietly ran behind the door, her feet making no noise. She knew the orc would not open the door far enough to crush her because it was a heavy door and would be difficult to move, so she was not afraid.
The door stopped moving. Crysta clasped her hands together in a knot, for her weapons were on Starblade and she deeply regretted it now. She was hoping to knock the orc unconcious and slip out unnoticed. The gigantic orc walked in and jumped back in shock from her dissapearence. Crysta took a deep breath, she had a feeling that this would be her only chance to escape. For the first time in three years, she was trembling with nervousness. The orc was twisting and turning like mad looking for the vanished prisoner. He turned all the way and the last thing he saw before blackness was a small elvish fist knot going into his face. Crysta's fists were starting to bruise and were throbbing. She had hit him as hard as she possibly could to make sure he would be unconcious when she was done. She tore a strip from her tunic and stuffed it in his mouth, then took the shackles and placed them around his wrists. She tiptoed out of the cell and shut the huge door, she was almost free.
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"We have to leave now, who knows if she's not already dead by now."
"We cannot search in this storm. We wouldn't be doing her or ourselves any good wandering around blind in the rain."
The Fellowship had been arguing for the last half- hour about if they should be going to find Crysta in the rain or stay and make a plan.
"I agree with Gandalf," said Legolas, "We are doing no good to anyone without a plan. We should wait until the storm passes. Until then we should plan how to get into the cave. I doubt very much that whoever took her will let us just walk in."
"Legolas is right," said Aragorn, "I have been scanning the land around Minas Tirith and have found nothing of any evil. This creature or whatever it is must be excellent at hiding or else I would have seen them."
Gimli huffed, "I suppose your right." He walked over to the table where there was a map of Gondor spread out. The hobbits were sitting near by talking among themselves.
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Ian, however could take no more of this arguing. He had sneaked out a few minutes before the argument ended and was now sitting alone on a long balcony looking over the city. He was worrying himself sick over Crysta's capture. This is silly he thought I know as well as anyone else that she can take care of herself. I'm her best friend and should know this. But deep in the pit of his stomach he couldn't help but feel extremely worried. Just the thought of the bright, fiery elf chained in a cell made him sick to his stomach. If he hadn't been absorbed in thought he would have noticed soft footsteps approaching.
"You fear for her life don't you?" said a soft, soothing voice from behind Ian. He jumped and swirved around. In front of him was a beautiful woman, tall and slender. He knew that this was an elf from the light coming from her, what he didn't know was that this was the queen of Gondor, Arwen.
"Oh, hello Miss. You startled me. How did you know I was with the travelers?"
Arwen laughed softly, "How else would a fairy roam from their homeland except with the strangest pack of travelers Middle Earth has ever seen?"
"Your right about that Miss." said Ian.
"Tell me how you know the young elf." Arwen asked.
"Well, we met when she first came to the fairylands after, you know, the quest she was always talkin' about. We've been best friends ever since for the last two years."
"And was it just friendship or something more than that?" She asked.
Ian blushed, but then his mouth went into a small grin and he shook his head. "No, I could never really feel that way about her. She's more like an older sister to me, even though I'm two months older than she. She's just so more independent than me, most likely because she's been alone for the last seven years. But there I go rambling again. Bad habit of mine."
Arwen smiled warmly. "I think it is wonderful that you are such good friends." Ian smiled, then looked at the ground in dismay for he realized again that Crysta was gone. Arwen put her hand on his shoulder. "Everything will be alright Ian. My husband Aragorn, Gandalf, and the others will set it right. Legolas also looks to her as a younger sister, I think everyone does. We've all in a sense taken her under our wing." Ian stared at the ground and then looked up at Arwen. He stood up.
"Why, your the queen?! I should have known! Forgive me, I didn't realize..."
"It's all right. It was nice having a talk with someone who didn't treat me every second like I was royalty. It feels good to be treated like a common person." She got up and walked back into the building, squeezing Ian's shoulder before she went. Ian felt better, the lady was very beautiful and kind. And yet he never caught her name.
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Crysta had been jogging down the hall with no sign of life for a while. She felt she was going around in circles. After a while she had to sit down for her head was spinning. Suddenly, she heard the role of thunder to her right. She was on the right track! She jumped up and ran to her right. It was completely black and she could see nothing. But, to Crysta's delight, she saw a flash of lightning right in front of her. The doorway was close. She kept running.
The second she stepped out of the cave she felt all the air rush from her lungs and fell to her knees gasping for air. She looked up and heard a great horn blow. Orcs and men jumped out from beyond the rocks. Crysta leaped to her feet and ran on, knowing that she had to make this escape. The edge of a river popped up beneath her feet. Crysta wobbled but then caught her balance once again, praising the stars for her elvish grace. A big muscular man came up behind her and pushed her in. She fell in with a cry. The rapids carried her away from the armies, but now she was in deeper trouble. An enormous rock appeared out of nowhere and caught Crysta's back. Her ribs exploded with pain and she landed on the shore, orcs still coming after her. She painstakingly pulled herself up and looked about. A horse was tied to a nearby tree, obviously belonging to one of the men. She smiled and limped as fast as she could toward it. She hopped upon its back and undid the rope.
"Noro lim." Inhesitently the horse took off. The orcs immediatly charged after her. She saw a great lighted city in the distance, now she knew where she was.