Lord of the Rings isn't mine; it's Tolkien's, blah blah blah. I've decided this story happens about twenty years before The Hobbit. The next chapter should be up within a week. Please enjoy and review, to let me know how it's liked so far. Enjoy - Lizard Member 11 - Kalin Aradia. Interested in joining the Lizards let us know at Bandito2004@yahoo.com.
Glorfindol looked around and made sure no one was around. He then laid Kalin on the ground and began to check and bandage her wounds. When he got to the arrow wound in her shoulder, he sharply in took his breath. The wound was deep and vicious looking with some slivers and the head of the arrow still there. Having no real healing tools with him, Glorfindol cleaned it out as well as he could and wrapped it tightly. Wrapping Kalin up in his cloak, Glorfindol whistled for his horse and walked over to the body of Kalin's horse. Because elves usually ride bareback, Glorfindol only had to grab a few bags and bundles. He then loaded everything on his horse, picked Kalin up and set her on the horse. Taking one last look around, Glorfindol sprung up behind Kalin and urged his horse into a gallop.
(Outside a little known town.)
Glorfindol was standing next to his horse giving it instructions. He was going to leave Kalin hidden in the brush, guarded by the horse, while he walked ahead a few miles into town to see about a room. Much as he hated to stay in a human town with Kalin getting worse, he needed to get her out of the cold and rain that had been pouring for about a week, at least for a night.
"Excuse me, could you direct me to the inn?" Glorfindol asked a passing man.
Grunting incoherently the man pointed down the street and continued walking.
Glorfindol began in the direction the man pointed, disgustedly. So far he had been wearing the hood of the cloak up so as to cover his hair and ears and to shade his face. Finally he saw a two-story building that proudly proclaimed 'The Town Inn'.
"How original. Man is pathetic." He remarked to himself as he walked though the door. It was late morning so most the inn was quiet and empty.
"What do you want?" a chubby man asked.
"I'll need a quiet, dry room for the night and stables for one horse."
Looking at the man, in front of him the innkeeper realized he probably would only get half silver out of him but he had to try, "That will be two silvers." And was surprised by the answer.
"Fine. I will be back later this day. The room better be ready and I want no disturbance or questions when I return." Glorfindol spoke as he turned around.
"Now you see here, I don't want no trouble, you hear. Don't be bringing any with you."
As he walked away Glorfindol simply stated, "I don't bring trouble, I guard her."
Stopping only to buy some supplies including bandages, Glorfindol left town and headed back to Kalin and the horse.
Later that afternoon, on his horse holding Kalin, Glorfindol rode back through the town gates. All of a sudden, he felt eyes watching him intently. Looking around though Glorfindol saw no one but regular townspeople hurrying about their end of the day business. Since the feeling soon passed, Glorfindol continued on his way to the inn.
Once at the inn, Glorfindol left the horse with the stable boy and carried Kalin inside. The innkeeper spotted them immediately and came over. Now able to see both Glorfindol and Kalin's faces the innkeeper stopped short. "I ha- hadn't realized you were, well, elves."
"Is that a problem? I didn't realize courtesy was no longer extended by man." Glorfindol all but growled.
"Oh no problem, no problem, just, well, unusual. Follow me if you want the room." The innkeeper led Glorfindol down a long hall and up a staircase. At last room upstairs, he unlocked the door and placed a lantern on the table by the door.
Brushing past him, Glorfindol swept into the room and laid Kalin on the bed. Turning to the innkeeper, he flipped one silver coin to him. "The other in the morning, goodnight."
"Goodnight." The innkeeper left and shut the door behind him.
Listening to the fading footsteps, Glorfindol checked and rewrapped Kalin's injuries and then retired to sit in the chair for the night.
Sometime during the long hours of the black night, Glorfindol became aware of someone sneaking through the hallway. As he listened to the footsteps approach, Glorfindol pulled his sword and crept towards the door. Just he got within half a sword length of the door, the handle was turned but was stopped against the lock. There was a small scratching sound and then the door began to open.
Once the door was opened enough, Glorfindol leapt forward and pinned the intruder against the doorframe.
Glorfindol looked around and made sure no one was around. He then laid Kalin on the ground and began to check and bandage her wounds. When he got to the arrow wound in her shoulder, he sharply in took his breath. The wound was deep and vicious looking with some slivers and the head of the arrow still there. Having no real healing tools with him, Glorfindol cleaned it out as well as he could and wrapped it tightly. Wrapping Kalin up in his cloak, Glorfindol whistled for his horse and walked over to the body of Kalin's horse. Because elves usually ride bareback, Glorfindol only had to grab a few bags and bundles. He then loaded everything on his horse, picked Kalin up and set her on the horse. Taking one last look around, Glorfindol sprung up behind Kalin and urged his horse into a gallop.
(Outside a little known town.)
Glorfindol was standing next to his horse giving it instructions. He was going to leave Kalin hidden in the brush, guarded by the horse, while he walked ahead a few miles into town to see about a room. Much as he hated to stay in a human town with Kalin getting worse, he needed to get her out of the cold and rain that had been pouring for about a week, at least for a night.
"Excuse me, could you direct me to the inn?" Glorfindol asked a passing man.
Grunting incoherently the man pointed down the street and continued walking.
Glorfindol began in the direction the man pointed, disgustedly. So far he had been wearing the hood of the cloak up so as to cover his hair and ears and to shade his face. Finally he saw a two-story building that proudly proclaimed 'The Town Inn'.
"How original. Man is pathetic." He remarked to himself as he walked though the door. It was late morning so most the inn was quiet and empty.
"What do you want?" a chubby man asked.
"I'll need a quiet, dry room for the night and stables for one horse."
Looking at the man, in front of him the innkeeper realized he probably would only get half silver out of him but he had to try, "That will be two silvers." And was surprised by the answer.
"Fine. I will be back later this day. The room better be ready and I want no disturbance or questions when I return." Glorfindol spoke as he turned around.
"Now you see here, I don't want no trouble, you hear. Don't be bringing any with you."
As he walked away Glorfindol simply stated, "I don't bring trouble, I guard her."
Stopping only to buy some supplies including bandages, Glorfindol left town and headed back to Kalin and the horse.
Later that afternoon, on his horse holding Kalin, Glorfindol rode back through the town gates. All of a sudden, he felt eyes watching him intently. Looking around though Glorfindol saw no one but regular townspeople hurrying about their end of the day business. Since the feeling soon passed, Glorfindol continued on his way to the inn.
Once at the inn, Glorfindol left the horse with the stable boy and carried Kalin inside. The innkeeper spotted them immediately and came over. Now able to see both Glorfindol and Kalin's faces the innkeeper stopped short. "I ha- hadn't realized you were, well, elves."
"Is that a problem? I didn't realize courtesy was no longer extended by man." Glorfindol all but growled.
"Oh no problem, no problem, just, well, unusual. Follow me if you want the room." The innkeeper led Glorfindol down a long hall and up a staircase. At last room upstairs, he unlocked the door and placed a lantern on the table by the door.
Brushing past him, Glorfindol swept into the room and laid Kalin on the bed. Turning to the innkeeper, he flipped one silver coin to him. "The other in the morning, goodnight."
"Goodnight." The innkeeper left and shut the door behind him.
Listening to the fading footsteps, Glorfindol checked and rewrapped Kalin's injuries and then retired to sit in the chair for the night.
Sometime during the long hours of the black night, Glorfindol became aware of someone sneaking through the hallway. As he listened to the footsteps approach, Glorfindol pulled his sword and crept towards the door. Just he got within half a sword length of the door, the handle was turned but was stopped against the lock. There was a small scratching sound and then the door began to open.
Once the door was opened enough, Glorfindol leapt forward and pinned the intruder against the doorframe.
