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Chapter the second
Naimonyn awoke with her eyes fluttering open. She glanced around as her eyes adjusted to the light. It was quite dark outside, and she could her no sound at all. She wished she new what time of day it was, for it could be dawn and she needed to keep moving. Soon she remembered where she was and relaxed. The walls seemed to be glowing in the dim light and she marveled at their beauty. Suddenly she saw the doorknob turn, so she shut her eyes so that she looked asleep. Legolas came in, wearing a thin nightshirt and his leggings. He glided over to her and sat on her bed. He put his hand to her forehead and under her neck. He checked her up and down, as if a doctor might. He pulled up a chair and began to sit by her, watching her every breath. She could not keep her eyes closed one more moment, she rubbed them and slowly opened them, as if she had just woken up. She met the smiling face of Legolas.
"Hello. Having a nice rest?" He asked her. She smiled back as their rings began to glow.
"Yes Legolas, I am, tell me, why are you here so late a t night?" She wondered aloud. He looked out the window at the calm night of Rivendell.
" I wanted to make sure you were aright."
"Truly?"
"Yes." He said very sincerely. She yawned and rubbed her tired eyes once more.
"I am still tired Legolas. " She told him. His eyes brightened as he thought of an idea.
"Shall I tell you a story?" he asked of her.
"Why yes! That would be wonderful." She closed her eyes and laid back against the bed.
"Long ago, there lived a man named Isildur. Isildur had a pound father, king of all Gondor. Sauron, The dark lord tried to capture Gondor, but Isildur and his father would not allow it. They, and a band of elves, went to war with the Dark Lord's armies. During this war Sauron himself killed Isildur's father, and Isildur, rushing to his father's side took up his sword and cut Sauron's hand off. This hand held the Great Ring, which controls all. The ring then came to Isildur, who had one chance to destroy it, but lost his strength and the ring consumed him. He would not destroy it." Legolas stopped talking for Naimony's eyes had opened.
"Tell me a happy story Legolas, one about hobbits!" She laughed.
"Well how about an elf tale?"
"Yes, that would be fine, make it happy though." She added.
"Long ago lived a man......" Legolas' dreamy voice shifted through the halls of Rivendell, to the gate eve. The gatekeeper listened to the tale, and did not hear a shout from the northeast. After dozing the gatekeeper fell off into sleep. It was at this very moment Darrin was being chased by a group of hungry orcs. He bounced off trees and bushes with skill, but hills and dales were too much of a challenge for him. He dropped to the ground in a hopeless heap. An orc came by, took an arrow, set it in the bow and aimed. Suddenly the orc was shot dead, an arrow in his left side. Another orc came by with an axe, this one too was shot. Darrin looked around for the source of his help, but could not see a soul. The last orc came by now, took up his sword and drove it through Darrin's chest, his hero was too late. Darrin's face became pale and his mind swam with pain. A feathery hand came to pick him up and take him to Rivendell, the land of that heals.
Ok so yea. R & r....loves yas... toodles
Chapter the second
Naimonyn awoke with her eyes fluttering open. She glanced around as her eyes adjusted to the light. It was quite dark outside, and she could her no sound at all. She wished she new what time of day it was, for it could be dawn and she needed to keep moving. Soon she remembered where she was and relaxed. The walls seemed to be glowing in the dim light and she marveled at their beauty. Suddenly she saw the doorknob turn, so she shut her eyes so that she looked asleep. Legolas came in, wearing a thin nightshirt and his leggings. He glided over to her and sat on her bed. He put his hand to her forehead and under her neck. He checked her up and down, as if a doctor might. He pulled up a chair and began to sit by her, watching her every breath. She could not keep her eyes closed one more moment, she rubbed them and slowly opened them, as if she had just woken up. She met the smiling face of Legolas.
"Hello. Having a nice rest?" He asked her. She smiled back as their rings began to glow.
"Yes Legolas, I am, tell me, why are you here so late a t night?" She wondered aloud. He looked out the window at the calm night of Rivendell.
" I wanted to make sure you were aright."
"Truly?"
"Yes." He said very sincerely. She yawned and rubbed her tired eyes once more.
"I am still tired Legolas. " She told him. His eyes brightened as he thought of an idea.
"Shall I tell you a story?" he asked of her.
"Why yes! That would be wonderful." She closed her eyes and laid back against the bed.
"Long ago, there lived a man named Isildur. Isildur had a pound father, king of all Gondor. Sauron, The dark lord tried to capture Gondor, but Isildur and his father would not allow it. They, and a band of elves, went to war with the Dark Lord's armies. During this war Sauron himself killed Isildur's father, and Isildur, rushing to his father's side took up his sword and cut Sauron's hand off. This hand held the Great Ring, which controls all. The ring then came to Isildur, who had one chance to destroy it, but lost his strength and the ring consumed him. He would not destroy it." Legolas stopped talking for Naimony's eyes had opened.
"Tell me a happy story Legolas, one about hobbits!" She laughed.
"Well how about an elf tale?"
"Yes, that would be fine, make it happy though." She added.
"Long ago lived a man......" Legolas' dreamy voice shifted through the halls of Rivendell, to the gate eve. The gatekeeper listened to the tale, and did not hear a shout from the northeast. After dozing the gatekeeper fell off into sleep. It was at this very moment Darrin was being chased by a group of hungry orcs. He bounced off trees and bushes with skill, but hills and dales were too much of a challenge for him. He dropped to the ground in a hopeless heap. An orc came by, took an arrow, set it in the bow and aimed. Suddenly the orc was shot dead, an arrow in his left side. Another orc came by with an axe, this one too was shot. Darrin looked around for the source of his help, but could not see a soul. The last orc came by now, took up his sword and drove it through Darrin's chest, his hero was too late. Darrin's face became pale and his mind swam with pain. A feathery hand came to pick him up and take him to Rivendell, the land of that heals.
Ok so yea. R & r....loves yas... toodles