~*~*~* A/N: As promised, here's another chapter, maybe two tonight. May I just comment on the utter silliness of my parents? Do they not understand that no one, ever, is going to call them? Yet they insist that I remain offline. Ah, well. If I can't be hanging out with De, laughing about licking the Dunedain or screwing Hobbits, then writing fic will have to do. :-D *~*~*
That afternoon, Nila, Aina, and Forrester left the shade of their tree and returned to the village for a lunch. They smiled, laughed, and joked, and Forrester *tried* to flirt with Aina. None of them realized that, after this lunch, everything would change.
"Ai!" cried Waenwethwen, a cousin of Forrester's, running back into the village. "There are Elves about!"
"Elves?!" Nila's eyes grew wide. "Where?"
Waenwethwen pointed to the forest, and nodded excitedly. "I saw two of them! Probably from the Golden Wood, they were!"
"Let us go!" exclaimed Forrester, grabbing Nila and Aina by the arms. "Come! Let us make friends with the Elves, and see what they have to say!"
The three ran from the village, laughing, on a quest to see the Elves. Little did they know, that would be the last time they saw the village; or any of it's inhabitants, alive.
Ugluk, the leader of the Uruk-Hai stopped, sniffing the air. The orcs about him clamoured excitedly; humans were about. Two orcs carried Merry and Pippin like rag dolls.
"Men," said Ugluk in a low voice, and the orcs jumped and weilded their axes, downing several trees without rhyme or reason.
"Silence!" commanded Ugluk, glaring at the lower beings. "We will give them a surprise."
Alakmacilion glanced about. He heard the faint sounds of trees being felled in the forest.
"Is not your daughter Ainadaliel out?" he asked Alagrédion, raising his eyebrows. "Something is happening in the forest."
"Beavers," said Telepfenion, reassuredly. "They need the wood to build their dams, after all."
"Ah, yes," said Alakmacilion, but he did not seem so sure of this.
Aina and Nila laughed, as Forrester jumped about. He peered behind trees and over stones, trying to catch a glimpse of an elusive Elf.
"I told you, Forrester. I believe they must have left the wood," said Nila, but Forrester refused to accept this defeat.
"Nae! The Elves are intelligent beings, and they are just hiding. But I will find them!"
Aina and Nila shared a look, and Aina grinned, stopping to pluck up a flower from the ground.
"Aina, sing us a song," urged Forrester with a smile. "You have such a beautiful voice." Aina glanced down, but nodded, and cleared her throat. Her voice was enchanting and perfectly soft.
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The starlight on the Western Seas.
Nila and Forrester smiled approvingly.
"A wonderful song for an Elf search," said Forrester, nodding. The three friends stood in silence for a moment, and then continued to look for the Elves.
Ugluk smiled, an evil twisted smile to himself, as he saw the village in the distance.
"We were promised man-flesh," he said with a sneer. "And we shall taste it. Take the village. Kill all who are there, and burn it to the ground."
"What will we do with the halflings?" asked an orc, and Ugluk grinned.
"They will not be awake for a long while. We will leave them outside the city with a guard. As payment for your question, you will guard them." The orc sneered; being guard meant no man-flesh for him that day.
Nila and Aina stood underneath a large tree, the brances nearly reaching the clouds.
"Forrester has taken a liking to you," Nila said quietly. Aina laughed, shaking her head.
"He is a boy."
"He is your age!" said Nila with a laugh. Aina shook her head.
"You know," said Nila softly, "If a boy; any boy; took a liking to me, I would not be so quick to laugh it off. Then again, you are possibly used to it by now."
"What is your meaning?" asked Aina, furrowing her brow.
"Nothing," murmured Nila. "Nothing at all."
The army of orcs and Uruk-Hai quickly approached the village. Alagrédion saw them, and set out the cry.
"Ai! Ai!" he shouted, running into the city and rousing the four other village-leaders. "Orcs approach."
"How many?" asked Firathradion, standing quickly.
"At least a hundred," replied Alagrédion, with a shake of his head. "We will have to fight bravely. Get all those who can fight; where is my daughter?"
Perostion appeared grave. "She is still in the forest; so is my son and Firathradion's daughter."
Alagrédion did not seem to find this news to be bad. "Then they may be safe," he said softly, and then unsheathed his sword. "Quickly! Assemble!"
~*~* A/N: Ooh. Whatever will happen? *grin* I know, I know! *raises hand, waving it about* *~*~
That afternoon, Nila, Aina, and Forrester left the shade of their tree and returned to the village for a lunch. They smiled, laughed, and joked, and Forrester *tried* to flirt with Aina. None of them realized that, after this lunch, everything would change.
"Ai!" cried Waenwethwen, a cousin of Forrester's, running back into the village. "There are Elves about!"
"Elves?!" Nila's eyes grew wide. "Where?"
Waenwethwen pointed to the forest, and nodded excitedly. "I saw two of them! Probably from the Golden Wood, they were!"
"Let us go!" exclaimed Forrester, grabbing Nila and Aina by the arms. "Come! Let us make friends with the Elves, and see what they have to say!"
The three ran from the village, laughing, on a quest to see the Elves. Little did they know, that would be the last time they saw the village; or any of it's inhabitants, alive.
Ugluk, the leader of the Uruk-Hai stopped, sniffing the air. The orcs about him clamoured excitedly; humans were about. Two orcs carried Merry and Pippin like rag dolls.
"Men," said Ugluk in a low voice, and the orcs jumped and weilded their axes, downing several trees without rhyme or reason.
"Silence!" commanded Ugluk, glaring at the lower beings. "We will give them a surprise."
Alakmacilion glanced about. He heard the faint sounds of trees being felled in the forest.
"Is not your daughter Ainadaliel out?" he asked Alagrédion, raising his eyebrows. "Something is happening in the forest."
"Beavers," said Telepfenion, reassuredly. "They need the wood to build their dams, after all."
"Ah, yes," said Alakmacilion, but he did not seem so sure of this.
Aina and Nila laughed, as Forrester jumped about. He peered behind trees and over stones, trying to catch a glimpse of an elusive Elf.
"I told you, Forrester. I believe they must have left the wood," said Nila, but Forrester refused to accept this defeat.
"Nae! The Elves are intelligent beings, and they are just hiding. But I will find them!"
Aina and Nila shared a look, and Aina grinned, stopping to pluck up a flower from the ground.
"Aina, sing us a song," urged Forrester with a smile. "You have such a beautiful voice." Aina glanced down, but nodded, and cleared her throat. Her voice was enchanting and perfectly soft.
A! Elbereth Gilthoniel!
silivren penna miriel
o menel aglar elenath,
Gilthoniel, A! Elbereth!
We still remember, we who dwell
In this far land beneath the trees
The starlight on the Western Seas.
Nila and Forrester smiled approvingly.
"A wonderful song for an Elf search," said Forrester, nodding. The three friends stood in silence for a moment, and then continued to look for the Elves.
Ugluk smiled, an evil twisted smile to himself, as he saw the village in the distance.
"We were promised man-flesh," he said with a sneer. "And we shall taste it. Take the village. Kill all who are there, and burn it to the ground."
"What will we do with the halflings?" asked an orc, and Ugluk grinned.
"They will not be awake for a long while. We will leave them outside the city with a guard. As payment for your question, you will guard them." The orc sneered; being guard meant no man-flesh for him that day.
Nila and Aina stood underneath a large tree, the brances nearly reaching the clouds.
"Forrester has taken a liking to you," Nila said quietly. Aina laughed, shaking her head.
"He is a boy."
"He is your age!" said Nila with a laugh. Aina shook her head.
"You know," said Nila softly, "If a boy; any boy; took a liking to me, I would not be so quick to laugh it off. Then again, you are possibly used to it by now."
"What is your meaning?" asked Aina, furrowing her brow.
"Nothing," murmured Nila. "Nothing at all."
The army of orcs and Uruk-Hai quickly approached the village. Alagrédion saw them, and set out the cry.
"Ai! Ai!" he shouted, running into the city and rousing the four other village-leaders. "Orcs approach."
"How many?" asked Firathradion, standing quickly.
"At least a hundred," replied Alagrédion, with a shake of his head. "We will have to fight bravely. Get all those who can fight; where is my daughter?"
Perostion appeared grave. "She is still in the forest; so is my son and Firathradion's daughter."
Alagrédion did not seem to find this news to be bad. "Then they may be safe," he said softly, and then unsheathed his sword. "Quickly! Assemble!"
~*~* A/N: Ooh. Whatever will happen? *grin* I know, I know! *raises hand, waving it about* *~*~