~*~* A/N: All right, here's chapter 3, I hope you guys enjoy it and PLEASE reveiw, because reveiws are yummy! (They taste like chicken! *giggle*) *~*~
Nila, Aina, and Forrester walked back to the village, joking and such along the way.
"Forrester, you look like a halfling," said Nila, and she and Aina laughed.
He crossed his arms in protest. "I do not, halflings are at least a foot shorter than I am." This argument only made Aina and Nila laugh more, and Forrester looked down, mildly offended.
"Oh, come on, Forrester," said Nila with a grin, as they climbed a small hill. "We're only sportin'."
Aina looked down at the village; so nestled, so secluded in the forest. The village was very small, only five or six families lived there. The Balëramba's, Nila's family, did all of the farming for the entire village; especially potatoes and mushrooms, their specialties. Aina's family, the Manarans, were hunters, catching mainly wolves in the forest. The Vorcirs, Forresters' family, took care of the sick, for they were doctors. The other two families, the Nurrambas and the Adubals, were the house builders, and made crafts, and did the various other things that were needed to keep the village in order. In all, they were happy, and, aside from the occasional orc that strayed over from the eastern shore, they had few problems.
They descended from the hill quickly, and walked through the gate to the village. About them, nearly a dozen people milled about. Nila recognized each of them, and knew them by name; in such a small village, everyone knew everyone, and they were all very close. Aina gave a wave to her older sister, Hallaalphien, who was sitting in the center of the town.
"What is this about?" asked Nila, glancing around. One by one, people poured from their homes, and into the village square.
"Village meeting," replied Aina, overhearing two people speaking. Nila did not hear anything, and she turned to Aina, a smirk on her lips. "Are you certain you are not an elf?"
Aina laughed, and shook her head. "I'm quite certain."
In the front of the crowd, near a large fountain that sat at the center of the village, stood five men; the eldest male from each family. They took care of the politics of the city, and rarely argued at all.
Perostion Vorcir, Forrester's father, stood in the center. He, like his son, was a short man in stature, but had a commanding presence about him. On either side of him stood Telepfenion Nurramba and Firathradion Balëramba, Nila's father. Beside Firathradion stood Aina's father, Alagrédion Manaran. Beside Telepfenion stood Alakmacilion Adubal. The five spoke at once, obviously something of great importance to require a village meeting.
Then Alagrédion glanced up, and saw that the rest of the village had assembled.
"Thank you for coming," he said loudly into the crowd, and was replied with shouts of greeting. "There is an important matter which we must discuss."
Once everyone had sat down, Firathradion continued the meeting.
"We have called you because there have been portents as of late. The orcs have been moving about strangely, and we fear something approaches; whether that be bad or good, I cannot say."
The crowd began to murmur, wondering aloud what it could be that approached. Aina glanced to Nila, a pleased smile upon her face.
"I told you something was coming," she said and Nila shrugged.
"Wonder what it is. If it is scaring the orcs, it has to be good, right?"
"I do not know," said Aina thoughtfully. "When scary things *get* scared.. I would say the best thing to do is run and hide."
Nila, Aina, and Forrester sat underneath a tree, joking and horsing around. Behind them, hills rolled gently in green waves, and behind them, their small village.
"I wonder what is to come," said Forrester thoughtfully, leaning his head against the tree. Nila and Aina, sitting on either side of him, shrugged, and Aina thoughtfully plucked a daffodil from the ground.
"I know not," she said softly, looking at the yellow flower critically. "But there is a warning in my heart."
"What sort of warning?" asked Nila, turning to glance to her friend. Aina continued to look upon the flower.
"I cannot tell," was all she would say.
The three did not hear the sound of booted feet approaching; nor did they hear the battle cries of the Uruk-Hai miles away as they attacked the Fellowhip. The day was February the 26th, the morning young. They did not know the fate that would befall them later that day; nor what they would do to respond to it.
~*~* A/N: Sorry if that chapter's a little short. ^.^ Please reveiw! *~*~
Nila, Aina, and Forrester walked back to the village, joking and such along the way.
"Forrester, you look like a halfling," said Nila, and she and Aina laughed.
He crossed his arms in protest. "I do not, halflings are at least a foot shorter than I am." This argument only made Aina and Nila laugh more, and Forrester looked down, mildly offended.
"Oh, come on, Forrester," said Nila with a grin, as they climbed a small hill. "We're only sportin'."
Aina looked down at the village; so nestled, so secluded in the forest. The village was very small, only five or six families lived there. The Balëramba's, Nila's family, did all of the farming for the entire village; especially potatoes and mushrooms, their specialties. Aina's family, the Manarans, were hunters, catching mainly wolves in the forest. The Vorcirs, Forresters' family, took care of the sick, for they were doctors. The other two families, the Nurrambas and the Adubals, were the house builders, and made crafts, and did the various other things that were needed to keep the village in order. In all, they were happy, and, aside from the occasional orc that strayed over from the eastern shore, they had few problems.
They descended from the hill quickly, and walked through the gate to the village. About them, nearly a dozen people milled about. Nila recognized each of them, and knew them by name; in such a small village, everyone knew everyone, and they were all very close. Aina gave a wave to her older sister, Hallaalphien, who was sitting in the center of the town.
"What is this about?" asked Nila, glancing around. One by one, people poured from their homes, and into the village square.
"Village meeting," replied Aina, overhearing two people speaking. Nila did not hear anything, and she turned to Aina, a smirk on her lips. "Are you certain you are not an elf?"
Aina laughed, and shook her head. "I'm quite certain."
In the front of the crowd, near a large fountain that sat at the center of the village, stood five men; the eldest male from each family. They took care of the politics of the city, and rarely argued at all.
Perostion Vorcir, Forrester's father, stood in the center. He, like his son, was a short man in stature, but had a commanding presence about him. On either side of him stood Telepfenion Nurramba and Firathradion Balëramba, Nila's father. Beside Firathradion stood Aina's father, Alagrédion Manaran. Beside Telepfenion stood Alakmacilion Adubal. The five spoke at once, obviously something of great importance to require a village meeting.
Then Alagrédion glanced up, and saw that the rest of the village had assembled.
"Thank you for coming," he said loudly into the crowd, and was replied with shouts of greeting. "There is an important matter which we must discuss."
Once everyone had sat down, Firathradion continued the meeting.
"We have called you because there have been portents as of late. The orcs have been moving about strangely, and we fear something approaches; whether that be bad or good, I cannot say."
The crowd began to murmur, wondering aloud what it could be that approached. Aina glanced to Nila, a pleased smile upon her face.
"I told you something was coming," she said and Nila shrugged.
"Wonder what it is. If it is scaring the orcs, it has to be good, right?"
"I do not know," said Aina thoughtfully. "When scary things *get* scared.. I would say the best thing to do is run and hide."
Nila, Aina, and Forrester sat underneath a tree, joking and horsing around. Behind them, hills rolled gently in green waves, and behind them, their small village.
"I wonder what is to come," said Forrester thoughtfully, leaning his head against the tree. Nila and Aina, sitting on either side of him, shrugged, and Aina thoughtfully plucked a daffodil from the ground.
"I know not," she said softly, looking at the yellow flower critically. "But there is a warning in my heart."
"What sort of warning?" asked Nila, turning to glance to her friend. Aina continued to look upon the flower.
"I cannot tell," was all she would say.
The three did not hear the sound of booted feet approaching; nor did they hear the battle cries of the Uruk-Hai miles away as they attacked the Fellowhip. The day was February the 26th, the morning young. They did not know the fate that would befall them later that day; nor what they would do to respond to it.
~*~* A/N: Sorry if that chapter's a little short. ^.^ Please reveiw! *~*~