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Chapter Thirteen
Aragorn jerked out of the way as the nameless horror leaped forwards and charged him.
With a furious hiss it turned and lunged again. Aragorn breathed raggedly, his ribs paining him from the quick movements. He tried to avoid it again, but breathless as he was with the shooting pain he could not get out of the way in time and was slammed against the cliff wall, bringing a cry of pain from him.
It reared back and moved forwards again, and Aragorn gripped the Elven knife he held in his belt and pulled it out. He sent a quick slash at the creature's serpentine neck, but barely cut through the thick hide.
It shrieked and turned its head to the side, before whipping around again to bury its fangs into Aragorn's shoulder, causing a scream of agony to burst forth from his lips.
At the sound the creature released its hold, rearing its head back and flapping its ragged wings, rising eddies of dust. The foreclaws pinned the ranger to the wall as it licked Aragorn's blood from its muzzle.
Aragorn thought he was going to be sick from the blinding pain. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, and his other injuries forgotten in the rush of agony.
The claws pinning him to the wall tightened, causing his breath to catch as he felt himself get pressed closer to the wall, jarring his wounded ribs.
The creature shrieked again, and Aragorn winced as the piercing cry rang in his head. The beast leaned forwards, preparing to finish the ranger off, and Aragorn, in desperation, jerked his knife up and stabbed the creature just below the jaw.
With a shuddering cry it reared back once more, its claws loosening their hold upon him as it howled in pain.
Ignoring his own wounds, Aragorn lunged forwards between the creature's forelegs, and whirled around the meet the next attack.
With an angry snarl it snapped its jaws, jagged teeth closing with a sound like steel meeting stone. It moved forwards, stalking, while Aragorn backed off slightly.
Its head weaved back and forth, mockingly. Aragorn watched the head, wary of the teeth, but also watched the claws, knowing they could deliver a painful and possibly fatal wound.
But that was his mistake. For when he was watching the head, he did not watch the tail, which was inching closer by the moment.
Suddenly the creature snapped its head forwards, causing Aragorn to side step and avoid it, and into range of the tail. It snapped its tail around and snarled as the ranger fell heavily, hissing as the breath was jarred from his lungs and his wounded ribs hit again. The knife flew from his grasp, clattering on the ground out of his reach.
With a snarl the creature leaped at the fallen ranger.
~*~*~*
Legolas writhed desperately to free himself from the slippery but strong tentacle.
He heard the sound of a blade being drawn and the winced as one of Sirithiliel's swords whistled past his head to strike solidly into the tentacle coiled around the Elven Prince. The tentacle shuddered, but tightened its grip on him.
Another blow and the arm loosened enough for Legolas to draw his knife. He proceeded to hack at the tentacle, and finally it released him.
Elladan had freed himself, but was now trying desperately to free Elrohir, who was being pulled towards the water. Sirithiliel had been caught again, and was trying to cut herself free. Legolas ran forwards to help Elladan.
The fog swirled thickly around them, and it was getting harder to see. Elrohir was finally freed, and the Elves stayed close together while they tried to find a place out of reach of the tentacles where they could find a direction to go.
The tentacles burst out once more before they could get fully out of the way, and Legolas felt one twist about his ankle, pulling him off his feet and dragging him towards the water. He heard the shouts of Elladan and Elrohir, and saw Sirithiliel being dragged towards the water as well, twisting about and burying twin swords into the mud in an effort to stop.
Elladan tried in vain to reach them, but the mist had gathered so much that the Elven brothers could not reach the two before they were dragged farther towards the water.
~*~*~*
Teysrol moaned. His head hurt horribly, pounding against his temples. He opened his eyes, and closed them quickly as the bright sun hit them.
Opening them slowly again, he hissed slightly as he struggled to sit up. His arms were bound behind him, at the wrists and at the elbows, and his legs were bound as well at the ankle and knee joint. It was very uncomfortable.
He twisted about in an effort to free himself, and managed to loosen the knots about his arms. Smiling to himself at the laziness of humans, he continued to work upon the knots.
~*~*~*
Elladan and Elrohir tried to see in the gathering mist. They could hear the sounds of the struggle, but they could not see in the white vapor.
Sirithiliel writhed in the tight grip of the tentacles, snarling in anger and stabbing repeatedly with her twin swords. She could see the dim form of Legolas being pulled down as well, using his long knife the same way she was using her swords, and trying to sever the tentacles holding him.
One tentacle grabbed her right wrist just as she was about to swing once more. Growling to herself, she twirled her left sword around to impact on it, causing it to release her.
Suddenly, an arrow struck the tentacle nearest her, and the ones holding her shuddered. Another arrow flew, and she was free. She saw Legolas scramble loose the same way, and turned towards the direction of the arrows to see Elladan preparing to fire another arrow from Legolas's bow, which had been dropped on the shore when the creature in the water had attacked the second time.
Grabbing and sheathing her blades, Sirithiliel walked up to the shore, nodding her thanks to the Elf. The Elven Prince joined a moment later, and they proceeded to try and find another way out of the swamp.
~*~*~*
Aragorn twisted aside, ignoring the fiery pain of his wounds, to avoid the large claw that impacted where he was lying, clawing three long furrows into the ground.
It swooped its head down, trying to finish the ranger off before he regained his feet, but Aragorn rolled again, sucking his breath in as his ribs were jarred. Jaws snapped shut inches from his face and it roared in frustration as the ranger rolled again.
Its ragged wings beat as it reared back; sending eddies of dust swirling into Aragorn's eyes. He threw a hand up to block it out, keeping himself scooting backward to avoid any more attacks. It shrieked as another of its attacks failed, rearing up and clawing the air with its forearms and lashing out with its tail.
Aragorn ducked as its claws swiped over him, jerking back as it snapped its jaws at his face, thoroughly enraged and frustrated. Aragorn reached back with his hand and encountered something smooth and cold.
Glancing back, he saw Legolas's Elven knife lying upon the ground, and as the creature leaped forwards once more he grabbed it and swung it.
Teeth and steel met and there was a squeal as they rubbed against each other. Aragorn winced at the sound, and his blade slipped off the beast's teeth to slice a line across its jaw, just below the eye. It howled and threw its head back, once again raking the air with the deadly talons.
Aragorn was not so lucky this time, as one of the talons on its right claw caught a hold on the tunic of his chest and tore a long rip in it, moving down to scrape skin as well.
Hissing with pain and staggering back to avoid further injury, Aragorn held an arm across his newest wound, feeling warm blood seep into his sleeve. The wound was not too bad, but it would pain him.
He turned to face the creature again, feeling a small amount of satisfaction at the sight of blood streaming from the cut below its eye and the slash just under its jaw, Aragorn backed slightly, his knife up and ready.
It fluttered its wings, sending an experimental snap at the ranger with its tail, but Aragorn was ready for such an attack and sent a quick slash at it before the tail slipped away, nicking the end. Not a fatal or even a major cut, but something to infuriate the creature and the creature drew its tail back out of reach of the knife, weaving its head back and forth as it studied the ranger.
It was by no means a dumb beast. It scrutinized the ranger's pose and the way he held himself, noticing the wounds it had caused as well as the wounds caused by his fall of the cliff. With a hissing growl it stepped forwards, stalking the ranger slowly, herding the human until he had his back against the cliff.
~*~*~*
Elladan wove through the misty forms of long dead trees; their twisted trunks rising into the thick fog like mourned skeletons, branches gnarled and dark above them, twisted together to form a canopy of sorts. For a wood Elf, to see such trees was saddening, and Legolas tried not to look at them as they passed.
Sirithiliel made a face as her foot slipped through the ankle high surface of the ever-present marsh water into a deeper hole. Elrohir caught her arm as she stumbled, and she nodded her thanks before picking her way carefully through, watching for anymore holes.
Suddenly, Elladan shouted and pointed between two of the dead trees, where the fog was thinner and daylight was actually seen between the dark treetops. With new hope they pushed forwards harder, thrusting through the mist until they finally reached the edge of the foul marsh.
With a deep grateful breath, Legolas moved farther away from the horrid bog that they had marched through. Glancing back over his shoulder, Legolas shuddered. The marsh was unnatural. That was for certain. The fact that it was located just off a rocky mountain slope was part of it, but the marsh seemed to just radiate evil and was out of place, the entire thing barren and full of despair.
With a shiver that was not caused by the brisk wind, the Elven Prince moved on with his companions.
~*~*~*
Aragorn lashed out again, trying to discourage the creature. It let out a growl that seemed to mock him, and he jerked back once again as it lunged forwards.
Aragorn had his back against the cliff, and he was sure he could not do much to stop anymore attacks. His mind was hazy from the pain and weariness, and he tired in vain to keep his senses sharp and alert.
The creature seemed to sense that, and pressed in harder. It reared back, towering over the ranger, and dropped down with claws and teeth ready to rip the ranger apart.
In a final act of desperation, Aragorn jerked the Elven knife out just as the creature came down for the fatal strike. As it came down Aragorn closed his eyes.
A horrible scream split the air, and Aragorn snapped his eyes open.
And he gaped in shock at the turn of luck. The creature had impaled itself on the knife when it had come down for the last strike, too intent on its kill to realize the danger.
Its head was thrown back from the pain, and its forelimbs clawed at the knife in its chest, before rearing up and tumbling backwards. It lay on the ground, convulsions shaking it and hissing furiously.
Aragorn gripped the hilt of the knife and pulled it out, narrowly dodging the scrambling claws. Its wings fluttered weakly, and its tail lashed like a whip, nearly tripping the ranger.
Aragorn walked up to the head, wary of the snapping jaws, and slashed with his knife, just as the creature jerked its head and snapped at the ranger.
~*~*~*
Legolas stood silently as Elladan cursed and paced. They were too far south. Their passage through the marsh had taken them too far away from Rivendell.
"So how far are we?" Elrohir asked his brother quietly. Elladan sighed, irritably brushing his hair back.
"I'm not sure, but we are a good ways away. There are one or two villages between here and Rivendell, we can stop and get some food, but it will probably take a good two to three days to get to Rivendell." The eldest son of Elrond said, looking at his companions to see what they thought.
Legolas seemed ready to do it, Elrohir was slightly unsure, and Sirithiliel could probably care less. Elladan sighed again. Shrugging, he motioned for them to follow.
~*~*~*
Aragorn screamed in renewed pain as the creature's teeth closed over his left leg, the large jaw neatly closed over the area between ankle and knee, nearly spanning it entirely.
Aragorn drew the knife from the dying beast's throat, and hacked desperately at the creature's head.
With a last shudder, the creature died, its teeth still sunk into the ranger's leg.
Whimpering softly, Aragorn used the knife to lever the jaws apart, and dropped the heavy head of the beast onto the ground. Staggering upright, Aragorn felt he would faint from the pain. Black spots danced in front of his eyes as he leaned against the cliff wall, and he moaned again as fresh pain flooded anew.
His ribs pained him greatly; as did his shoulder and leg, and the numerous other hurts he had from falling down the cliff and the fight with the creature.
With another moan, he pushed himself away from the cliff and staggered away from the dead creature.
~*~*~*
Stopping at one of the small villages, Sirithiliel and Elladan opted to go in to get the provisions they might need. All four Elves were hungry, since they had no food during their mountain trek and their journey through the marshes.
When the two Elves came back, they bore with them food but also water canteens and some other useful items.
Sirithiliel tossed two packs at Legolas and Elrohir, and they caught them easily. She seemed irritable about something, and Elladan was trying hard not to smile.
"Come on! Let's go while I'm in a good mood!" She snarled, her eyes dark with anger.
"If this is her in a good mood, I'd hate to see her in a bad mood." Elrohir muttered to Legolas.
"What was that?" Sirithiliel growled, turning back to look at them.
The clever Elf thought up a quick answer. "I said after those days with no food, it is nice to have some good food."
Sirithiliel sent one last suspicious glare at them before walking after Elladan, leaving the two Elves struggling to hide their grins.
Elrohir and Legolas walked beside Elladan as Sirithiliel scouted ahead, and asked him what had her in such a bad mood.
Elladan smiled and laughed softly. "Some human in the village made a pass at her while we were getting provisions. She was awfully angry about it." The other two Elves smiled.
"I wonder why?" Elrohir muttered, eliting another chuckle from his companions. Sirithiliel stalked into sight, her two wolves trailing after her. She cocked an eyebrow at their grins, shaking her head and muttering in the strange form of Elvish she used.
They continued their walk as the sky darkened and the stars appeared.
Falconflies: That is fine. I find it hard to update every story I've read before too and sometimes the only way I remember is when I look at my review history! LOL.
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Leggylover03: Hope that is plenty of Aragorn pain? : )
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Ravenwing: Yes, I must be mean to them. LOL, it is the way I am! Glad you like it!
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Thanks to all reviewers, and sorry if I forgot anyone!
Chapter Thirteen
Aragorn jerked out of the way as the nameless horror leaped forwards and charged him.
With a furious hiss it turned and lunged again. Aragorn breathed raggedly, his ribs paining him from the quick movements. He tried to avoid it again, but breathless as he was with the shooting pain he could not get out of the way in time and was slammed against the cliff wall, bringing a cry of pain from him.
It reared back and moved forwards again, and Aragorn gripped the Elven knife he held in his belt and pulled it out. He sent a quick slash at the creature's serpentine neck, but barely cut through the thick hide.
It shrieked and turned its head to the side, before whipping around again to bury its fangs into Aragorn's shoulder, causing a scream of agony to burst forth from his lips.
At the sound the creature released its hold, rearing its head back and flapping its ragged wings, rising eddies of dust. The foreclaws pinned the ranger to the wall as it licked Aragorn's blood from its muzzle.
Aragorn thought he was going to be sick from the blinding pain. Black spots danced in front of his eyes, and his other injuries forgotten in the rush of agony.
The claws pinning him to the wall tightened, causing his breath to catch as he felt himself get pressed closer to the wall, jarring his wounded ribs.
The creature shrieked again, and Aragorn winced as the piercing cry rang in his head. The beast leaned forwards, preparing to finish the ranger off, and Aragorn, in desperation, jerked his knife up and stabbed the creature just below the jaw.
With a shuddering cry it reared back once more, its claws loosening their hold upon him as it howled in pain.
Ignoring his own wounds, Aragorn lunged forwards between the creature's forelegs, and whirled around the meet the next attack.
With an angry snarl it snapped its jaws, jagged teeth closing with a sound like steel meeting stone. It moved forwards, stalking, while Aragorn backed off slightly.
Its head weaved back and forth, mockingly. Aragorn watched the head, wary of the teeth, but also watched the claws, knowing they could deliver a painful and possibly fatal wound.
But that was his mistake. For when he was watching the head, he did not watch the tail, which was inching closer by the moment.
Suddenly the creature snapped its head forwards, causing Aragorn to side step and avoid it, and into range of the tail. It snapped its tail around and snarled as the ranger fell heavily, hissing as the breath was jarred from his lungs and his wounded ribs hit again. The knife flew from his grasp, clattering on the ground out of his reach.
With a snarl the creature leaped at the fallen ranger.
~*~*~*
Legolas writhed desperately to free himself from the slippery but strong tentacle.
He heard the sound of a blade being drawn and the winced as one of Sirithiliel's swords whistled past his head to strike solidly into the tentacle coiled around the Elven Prince. The tentacle shuddered, but tightened its grip on him.
Another blow and the arm loosened enough for Legolas to draw his knife. He proceeded to hack at the tentacle, and finally it released him.
Elladan had freed himself, but was now trying desperately to free Elrohir, who was being pulled towards the water. Sirithiliel had been caught again, and was trying to cut herself free. Legolas ran forwards to help Elladan.
The fog swirled thickly around them, and it was getting harder to see. Elrohir was finally freed, and the Elves stayed close together while they tried to find a place out of reach of the tentacles where they could find a direction to go.
The tentacles burst out once more before they could get fully out of the way, and Legolas felt one twist about his ankle, pulling him off his feet and dragging him towards the water. He heard the shouts of Elladan and Elrohir, and saw Sirithiliel being dragged towards the water as well, twisting about and burying twin swords into the mud in an effort to stop.
Elladan tried in vain to reach them, but the mist had gathered so much that the Elven brothers could not reach the two before they were dragged farther towards the water.
~*~*~*
Teysrol moaned. His head hurt horribly, pounding against his temples. He opened his eyes, and closed them quickly as the bright sun hit them.
Opening them slowly again, he hissed slightly as he struggled to sit up. His arms were bound behind him, at the wrists and at the elbows, and his legs were bound as well at the ankle and knee joint. It was very uncomfortable.
He twisted about in an effort to free himself, and managed to loosen the knots about his arms. Smiling to himself at the laziness of humans, he continued to work upon the knots.
~*~*~*
Elladan and Elrohir tried to see in the gathering mist. They could hear the sounds of the struggle, but they could not see in the white vapor.
Sirithiliel writhed in the tight grip of the tentacles, snarling in anger and stabbing repeatedly with her twin swords. She could see the dim form of Legolas being pulled down as well, using his long knife the same way she was using her swords, and trying to sever the tentacles holding him.
One tentacle grabbed her right wrist just as she was about to swing once more. Growling to herself, she twirled her left sword around to impact on it, causing it to release her.
Suddenly, an arrow struck the tentacle nearest her, and the ones holding her shuddered. Another arrow flew, and she was free. She saw Legolas scramble loose the same way, and turned towards the direction of the arrows to see Elladan preparing to fire another arrow from Legolas's bow, which had been dropped on the shore when the creature in the water had attacked the second time.
Grabbing and sheathing her blades, Sirithiliel walked up to the shore, nodding her thanks to the Elf. The Elven Prince joined a moment later, and they proceeded to try and find another way out of the swamp.
~*~*~*
Aragorn twisted aside, ignoring the fiery pain of his wounds, to avoid the large claw that impacted where he was lying, clawing three long furrows into the ground.
It swooped its head down, trying to finish the ranger off before he regained his feet, but Aragorn rolled again, sucking his breath in as his ribs were jarred. Jaws snapped shut inches from his face and it roared in frustration as the ranger rolled again.
Its ragged wings beat as it reared back; sending eddies of dust swirling into Aragorn's eyes. He threw a hand up to block it out, keeping himself scooting backward to avoid any more attacks. It shrieked as another of its attacks failed, rearing up and clawing the air with its forearms and lashing out with its tail.
Aragorn ducked as its claws swiped over him, jerking back as it snapped its jaws at his face, thoroughly enraged and frustrated. Aragorn reached back with his hand and encountered something smooth and cold.
Glancing back, he saw Legolas's Elven knife lying upon the ground, and as the creature leaped forwards once more he grabbed it and swung it.
Teeth and steel met and there was a squeal as they rubbed against each other. Aragorn winced at the sound, and his blade slipped off the beast's teeth to slice a line across its jaw, just below the eye. It howled and threw its head back, once again raking the air with the deadly talons.
Aragorn was not so lucky this time, as one of the talons on its right claw caught a hold on the tunic of his chest and tore a long rip in it, moving down to scrape skin as well.
Hissing with pain and staggering back to avoid further injury, Aragorn held an arm across his newest wound, feeling warm blood seep into his sleeve. The wound was not too bad, but it would pain him.
He turned to face the creature again, feeling a small amount of satisfaction at the sight of blood streaming from the cut below its eye and the slash just under its jaw, Aragorn backed slightly, his knife up and ready.
It fluttered its wings, sending an experimental snap at the ranger with its tail, but Aragorn was ready for such an attack and sent a quick slash at it before the tail slipped away, nicking the end. Not a fatal or even a major cut, but something to infuriate the creature and the creature drew its tail back out of reach of the knife, weaving its head back and forth as it studied the ranger.
It was by no means a dumb beast. It scrutinized the ranger's pose and the way he held himself, noticing the wounds it had caused as well as the wounds caused by his fall of the cliff. With a hissing growl it stepped forwards, stalking the ranger slowly, herding the human until he had his back against the cliff.
~*~*~*
Elladan wove through the misty forms of long dead trees; their twisted trunks rising into the thick fog like mourned skeletons, branches gnarled and dark above them, twisted together to form a canopy of sorts. For a wood Elf, to see such trees was saddening, and Legolas tried not to look at them as they passed.
Sirithiliel made a face as her foot slipped through the ankle high surface of the ever-present marsh water into a deeper hole. Elrohir caught her arm as she stumbled, and she nodded her thanks before picking her way carefully through, watching for anymore holes.
Suddenly, Elladan shouted and pointed between two of the dead trees, where the fog was thinner and daylight was actually seen between the dark treetops. With new hope they pushed forwards harder, thrusting through the mist until they finally reached the edge of the foul marsh.
With a deep grateful breath, Legolas moved farther away from the horrid bog that they had marched through. Glancing back over his shoulder, Legolas shuddered. The marsh was unnatural. That was for certain. The fact that it was located just off a rocky mountain slope was part of it, but the marsh seemed to just radiate evil and was out of place, the entire thing barren and full of despair.
With a shiver that was not caused by the brisk wind, the Elven Prince moved on with his companions.
~*~*~*
Aragorn lashed out again, trying to discourage the creature. It let out a growl that seemed to mock him, and he jerked back once again as it lunged forwards.
Aragorn had his back against the cliff, and he was sure he could not do much to stop anymore attacks. His mind was hazy from the pain and weariness, and he tired in vain to keep his senses sharp and alert.
The creature seemed to sense that, and pressed in harder. It reared back, towering over the ranger, and dropped down with claws and teeth ready to rip the ranger apart.
In a final act of desperation, Aragorn jerked the Elven knife out just as the creature came down for the fatal strike. As it came down Aragorn closed his eyes.
A horrible scream split the air, and Aragorn snapped his eyes open.
And he gaped in shock at the turn of luck. The creature had impaled itself on the knife when it had come down for the last strike, too intent on its kill to realize the danger.
Its head was thrown back from the pain, and its forelimbs clawed at the knife in its chest, before rearing up and tumbling backwards. It lay on the ground, convulsions shaking it and hissing furiously.
Aragorn gripped the hilt of the knife and pulled it out, narrowly dodging the scrambling claws. Its wings fluttered weakly, and its tail lashed like a whip, nearly tripping the ranger.
Aragorn walked up to the head, wary of the snapping jaws, and slashed with his knife, just as the creature jerked its head and snapped at the ranger.
~*~*~*
Legolas stood silently as Elladan cursed and paced. They were too far south. Their passage through the marsh had taken them too far away from Rivendell.
"So how far are we?" Elrohir asked his brother quietly. Elladan sighed, irritably brushing his hair back.
"I'm not sure, but we are a good ways away. There are one or two villages between here and Rivendell, we can stop and get some food, but it will probably take a good two to three days to get to Rivendell." The eldest son of Elrond said, looking at his companions to see what they thought.
Legolas seemed ready to do it, Elrohir was slightly unsure, and Sirithiliel could probably care less. Elladan sighed again. Shrugging, he motioned for them to follow.
~*~*~*
Aragorn screamed in renewed pain as the creature's teeth closed over his left leg, the large jaw neatly closed over the area between ankle and knee, nearly spanning it entirely.
Aragorn drew the knife from the dying beast's throat, and hacked desperately at the creature's head.
With a last shudder, the creature died, its teeth still sunk into the ranger's leg.
Whimpering softly, Aragorn used the knife to lever the jaws apart, and dropped the heavy head of the beast onto the ground. Staggering upright, Aragorn felt he would faint from the pain. Black spots danced in front of his eyes as he leaned against the cliff wall, and he moaned again as fresh pain flooded anew.
His ribs pained him greatly; as did his shoulder and leg, and the numerous other hurts he had from falling down the cliff and the fight with the creature.
With another moan, he pushed himself away from the cliff and staggered away from the dead creature.
~*~*~*
Stopping at one of the small villages, Sirithiliel and Elladan opted to go in to get the provisions they might need. All four Elves were hungry, since they had no food during their mountain trek and their journey through the marshes.
When the two Elves came back, they bore with them food but also water canteens and some other useful items.
Sirithiliel tossed two packs at Legolas and Elrohir, and they caught them easily. She seemed irritable about something, and Elladan was trying hard not to smile.
"Come on! Let's go while I'm in a good mood!" She snarled, her eyes dark with anger.
"If this is her in a good mood, I'd hate to see her in a bad mood." Elrohir muttered to Legolas.
"What was that?" Sirithiliel growled, turning back to look at them.
The clever Elf thought up a quick answer. "I said after those days with no food, it is nice to have some good food."
Sirithiliel sent one last suspicious glare at them before walking after Elladan, leaving the two Elves struggling to hide their grins.
Elrohir and Legolas walked beside Elladan as Sirithiliel scouted ahead, and asked him what had her in such a bad mood.
Elladan smiled and laughed softly. "Some human in the village made a pass at her while we were getting provisions. She was awfully angry about it." The other two Elves smiled.
"I wonder why?" Elrohir muttered, eliting another chuckle from his companions. Sirithiliel stalked into sight, her two wolves trailing after her. She cocked an eyebrow at their grins, shaking her head and muttering in the strange form of Elvish she used.
They continued their walk as the sky darkened and the stars appeared.
Falconflies: That is fine. I find it hard to update every story I've read before too and sometimes the only way I remember is when I look at my review history! LOL.
Tigerlily: Glad you like, thanks a bunch!
Leggylover03: Hope that is plenty of Aragorn pain? : )
Firesong: Thanks a lot! You like the marsh bit? Great!
Drizztluver: You want to see Aragorn maimed too? Man, Aragorn is a favorite to be hurt isn't he? LOL, thanks for review.
Ravenwing: Yes, I must be mean to them. LOL, it is the way I am! Glad you like it!
Gwuenehavar: Thanks a bunch! I'm not sure about it.
Alida Fruit: I think Aragorn bested it, don't you? LOL, thanks for your review!
Dawbfire: thanks for your review! I'm glad you like that part!
Cherryfaerie: Love the name! It's great! I update as much as possible, not just every month. But with school and everything else sometime it is every month! Lol! Thanks for your review!
Thanks to all reviewers, and sorry if I forgot anyone!