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Summary: He he heeee… betcha didn't really expect there to be a next chapter, aye? :) hehe, hehehe, hiiiii!!!! Well, to Sahara Avalon, I know Dwarfs don't like horses, I've read the book too (in fact, getting close to FINALLY starting the third book)! I just needed to use horses for the scene, but hey… I vaguely mentioned that they don't like horses in Ch. 2 or 3… didn't I?? Hehe, I dun remember… Well, this'll be a shorty, me thinks.
^story begin^
The Fellowship, after a few minutes of mourning, started on their way again. They were leaving the rocky land of the mountain and mine, and entering fields with long grass. They walked with heavy hearts, and stopped very often. At one of the first stops, Frodo's bruises from the Troll attack had been treated, but he still felt strange pangs in his chest, and often found that his legs didn't seem to work like he wanted them to. This reason was why he was being carried like a small child upon Boromir's back.
They didn't get much sleep either. Their dreams were plagued with the scenes of the deaths of two of their comrades. They made poor distance, even by the standards of typical people.
They became distracted easily, and thus did not notice the change of scenery. They had entered the woods of Lothlorien, and were slowly beginning to awake from their daze. All had heard the rumors of the woods, but swallowed any feelings of fear, and continued walking.
They walked, Aragorn in the front, then Boromir and Frodo, Legolas, Gimli, and lastly Pippin and Merry. As they walked along, they heard Gimli speak, in a raspy voice, the first words anyone had heard from him in the past two or three days.
"Don't be frightened, dear Hobbit's. Nothing will happen," at this point he had turned his head back, and stopped his lazy walk, "I have the ears of a wolf, and the eyes of a hawk,"
He turned his head, only to find the tip of a rather sharp arrow, millimeters from his head. An Elf stepped up, and said with a total serious face, "You Dwarfs breathe loud enough that my men say they could shoot you in the dark,"
"The-these woods aren't safe," Gimli stuttere, wincing at the sight of the arrow, "I say we leave and take another route,"
Aragorn and Legolas confrenced briefly with the Elves, and it was soon agreed that they may enter Lothlorien. Gimli had to be blindfolded, but he hadn't resisted, much to everyone's surprise. It seemed that without Mamatoba, there wasn't any life left in him.
When they reached the city, they took off the blindfold from Gimli, yet he still seemed lifeless. Pippin looked to the Dwarf, and put his arm around Gimli's back, and walked along with him, admitting that he too felt a great loss, not just from Gandalf, but from Mamatoba too.
They met with the Lord and Lady of the wood, and they discussed.
"Ten departed from Rivendale, yet here I see only eight. Can you tell me, where is Gandalf the Gray, for I much desire to speak with him," the lord said in a calm voice.
"He has fallen into the darkness," The Lady, Galadriel, said with a slightly depressed voice, "As has someone to whom you grew so close, yet you never knew just how much,"
She looked at all of them, and while she was doing this, everyone seemed to hear a voice whispering things in their minds. Offers, they were, offers very hard to refuse. They thought quickly to Frodo, and set their minds.
The Lady finished looking at them, when she seemed to tilt her head to the moon. She gave them a gentle smile, "Isil[1] has whispered me a secret. Someone will be coming, someone that you will be happy to see. You are to stay here for a year at most. If the person does not arrive, then you are to leave and continue on your journey,"
She became suddenly serious. Galadriel looked them over again and said in a joyful voice, "There has been sadness, but for now, let there be joy,"
They all lay down for the night, sleeping soundly. Unknown to the rest of the Fellowship, Frodo and Sam had, at one point, crept off, but came back much later with grim expressions. They too went to sleep, and all dreamt of smiling blue eyes, and streaming golden hair.
Over the next few months, they always dreamt of Mamatoba, and all soon seemed to fall into love with her. They looked forward to when they slept, yet kept their dreams secret. They soon started get strange tingling sensations along their back, and it only seemed to increase as the day grew old.
That evening found the Fellowship gathered near Galadriel with confused faces. She just gave them one of her gentle smiles and she cleared her throat.
"I believe that you may have been waiting for this person,"
And as she said this, a petite figure clothed in what seemed to be old, torn, and faded clothing, almost rags, which greatly resembled Mamatoba's ensamble. There was a slightly chipped and cracked helmet upon the figure's head, but that didn't keep his or her's golden hair from spilling down their back.
The hair was tied into a intricate, five-plaited braid, yet still reached their knees. He (or she) lifted their heads to reveal striking blue eyes that seemed eerily familiar. The person broke out into a grin, and the rags seemed to fall off of their small frame only to reveal a long dress that seemed to radiate with a white light.
It was Mamatoba.
"I'm sorry to say that I am no longer the supposed Mamatoba that you know. I'm referred to as either Selenity or Serenity," her voice was graceful, as were her movements, but their hearts fell.
Their sweet, ditzy, clumsy, and klutzy Mamatoba had been replaced with a graceful woman. Though she still shone with kindness, she was totally different. She shot them a serene smile, and turned on her heel. They watched her leave, and with every step, their hearts fell, then cracked, then broke… about then she tripped over her feet and fell.
They all broke into grins, and ran to her (the Hobbits all whooping). They stopped before engulfing her into a group hug, almost a doggy pile. They were all laughing with tears streaming down their faces. Galadriel looked upon them with a large smile, and turned to walk away, leaving them with their privacy.
They spent the rest of the evening catching up, marveling at the story she told of her time in the void with the nine figures. Soon they all fell asleep around the small fire that the Elves had permitted them to make, and slept with smiles on their faces.
A few minutes later, one of the Fellowship lifted their heads, looked around, and crept off to the nearby river. He sat down on one of the many rocks dotting the coast of it, and thought deeply.
Mamatoba, or Selenity rather, stood soon, after feeling a strange tingling. She stood up, and walked to the river only to see one of her companions there. She walked up behind him, and gave a small 'hi'.
The figure jumped. She snuck up as quiet as an Elf, almost as quiet a Hobbit[2], even. She sat down next to him, close enough that their hands touched, close enough to feel the others breathe faintly.
"I've been dreaming of you for the past few months when I was in the void, you know," she mumbled, breaking the silence. He shot her a surprised look, and turned away, a blush staining his cheeks.
"I've… I've dreamt of you too," he whispered. She smiled at him, and peered into his eyes intently. And so, she quickly closed the distance and softly pressed her lips against…
Ooki… that's all this time… DID I SURPRISE YOU???? *crazed smile* Ihihiihihihihihihiiiiiiiii!!! So, anyways, tell me who you would like the first multiple ending to be with. It CANNOT be Legolas, I repeat. It CANNOT be Legolas. I'll do his last, ya know, 'save the best for last'? ;) So, review please!
[1] Quenya for moon
[2] – In my opinion, Hobbit's can be just as if not even quieter than Elves when it comes to walking. I got this from reading the books (which are even better than the movies {though that's good too}).
Summary: He he heeee… betcha didn't really expect there to be a next chapter, aye? :) hehe, hehehe, hiiiii!!!! Well, to Sahara Avalon, I know Dwarfs don't like horses, I've read the book too (in fact, getting close to FINALLY starting the third book)! I just needed to use horses for the scene, but hey… I vaguely mentioned that they don't like horses in Ch. 2 or 3… didn't I?? Hehe, I dun remember… Well, this'll be a shorty, me thinks.
^story begin^
The Fellowship, after a few minutes of mourning, started on their way again. They were leaving the rocky land of the mountain and mine, and entering fields with long grass. They walked with heavy hearts, and stopped very often. At one of the first stops, Frodo's bruises from the Troll attack had been treated, but he still felt strange pangs in his chest, and often found that his legs didn't seem to work like he wanted them to. This reason was why he was being carried like a small child upon Boromir's back.
They didn't get much sleep either. Their dreams were plagued with the scenes of the deaths of two of their comrades. They made poor distance, even by the standards of typical people.
They became distracted easily, and thus did not notice the change of scenery. They had entered the woods of Lothlorien, and were slowly beginning to awake from their daze. All had heard the rumors of the woods, but swallowed any feelings of fear, and continued walking.
They walked, Aragorn in the front, then Boromir and Frodo, Legolas, Gimli, and lastly Pippin and Merry. As they walked along, they heard Gimli speak, in a raspy voice, the first words anyone had heard from him in the past two or three days.
"Don't be frightened, dear Hobbit's. Nothing will happen," at this point he had turned his head back, and stopped his lazy walk, "I have the ears of a wolf, and the eyes of a hawk,"
He turned his head, only to find the tip of a rather sharp arrow, millimeters from his head. An Elf stepped up, and said with a total serious face, "You Dwarfs breathe loud enough that my men say they could shoot you in the dark,"
"The-these woods aren't safe," Gimli stuttere, wincing at the sight of the arrow, "I say we leave and take another route,"
Aragorn and Legolas confrenced briefly with the Elves, and it was soon agreed that they may enter Lothlorien. Gimli had to be blindfolded, but he hadn't resisted, much to everyone's surprise. It seemed that without Mamatoba, there wasn't any life left in him.
When they reached the city, they took off the blindfold from Gimli, yet he still seemed lifeless. Pippin looked to the Dwarf, and put his arm around Gimli's back, and walked along with him, admitting that he too felt a great loss, not just from Gandalf, but from Mamatoba too.
They met with the Lord and Lady of the wood, and they discussed.
"Ten departed from Rivendale, yet here I see only eight. Can you tell me, where is Gandalf the Gray, for I much desire to speak with him," the lord said in a calm voice.
"He has fallen into the darkness," The Lady, Galadriel, said with a slightly depressed voice, "As has someone to whom you grew so close, yet you never knew just how much,"
She looked at all of them, and while she was doing this, everyone seemed to hear a voice whispering things in their minds. Offers, they were, offers very hard to refuse. They thought quickly to Frodo, and set their minds.
The Lady finished looking at them, when she seemed to tilt her head to the moon. She gave them a gentle smile, "Isil[1] has whispered me a secret. Someone will be coming, someone that you will be happy to see. You are to stay here for a year at most. If the person does not arrive, then you are to leave and continue on your journey,"
She became suddenly serious. Galadriel looked them over again and said in a joyful voice, "There has been sadness, but for now, let there be joy,"
They all lay down for the night, sleeping soundly. Unknown to the rest of the Fellowship, Frodo and Sam had, at one point, crept off, but came back much later with grim expressions. They too went to sleep, and all dreamt of smiling blue eyes, and streaming golden hair.
Over the next few months, they always dreamt of Mamatoba, and all soon seemed to fall into love with her. They looked forward to when they slept, yet kept their dreams secret. They soon started get strange tingling sensations along their back, and it only seemed to increase as the day grew old.
That evening found the Fellowship gathered near Galadriel with confused faces. She just gave them one of her gentle smiles and she cleared her throat.
"I believe that you may have been waiting for this person,"
And as she said this, a petite figure clothed in what seemed to be old, torn, and faded clothing, almost rags, which greatly resembled Mamatoba's ensamble. There was a slightly chipped and cracked helmet upon the figure's head, but that didn't keep his or her's golden hair from spilling down their back.
The hair was tied into a intricate, five-plaited braid, yet still reached their knees. He (or she) lifted their heads to reveal striking blue eyes that seemed eerily familiar. The person broke out into a grin, and the rags seemed to fall off of their small frame only to reveal a long dress that seemed to radiate with a white light.
It was Mamatoba.
"I'm sorry to say that I am no longer the supposed Mamatoba that you know. I'm referred to as either Selenity or Serenity," her voice was graceful, as were her movements, but their hearts fell.
Their sweet, ditzy, clumsy, and klutzy Mamatoba had been replaced with a graceful woman. Though she still shone with kindness, she was totally different. She shot them a serene smile, and turned on her heel. They watched her leave, and with every step, their hearts fell, then cracked, then broke… about then she tripped over her feet and fell.
They all broke into grins, and ran to her (the Hobbits all whooping). They stopped before engulfing her into a group hug, almost a doggy pile. They were all laughing with tears streaming down their faces. Galadriel looked upon them with a large smile, and turned to walk away, leaving them with their privacy.
They spent the rest of the evening catching up, marveling at the story she told of her time in the void with the nine figures. Soon they all fell asleep around the small fire that the Elves had permitted them to make, and slept with smiles on their faces.
A few minutes later, one of the Fellowship lifted their heads, looked around, and crept off to the nearby river. He sat down on one of the many rocks dotting the coast of it, and thought deeply.
Mamatoba, or Selenity rather, stood soon, after feeling a strange tingling. She stood up, and walked to the river only to see one of her companions there. She walked up behind him, and gave a small 'hi'.
The figure jumped. She snuck up as quiet as an Elf, almost as quiet a Hobbit[2], even. She sat down next to him, close enough that their hands touched, close enough to feel the others breathe faintly.
"I've been dreaming of you for the past few months when I was in the void, you know," she mumbled, breaking the silence. He shot her a surprised look, and turned away, a blush staining his cheeks.
"I've… I've dreamt of you too," he whispered. She smiled at him, and peered into his eyes intently. And so, she quickly closed the distance and softly pressed her lips against…
Ooki… that's all this time… DID I SURPRISE YOU???? *crazed smile* Ihihiihihihihihihiiiiiiiii!!! So, anyways, tell me who you would like the first multiple ending to be with. It CANNOT be Legolas, I repeat. It CANNOT be Legolas. I'll do his last, ya know, 'save the best for last'? ;) So, review please!
[1] Quenya for moon
[2] – In my opinion, Hobbit's can be just as if not even quieter than Elves when it comes to walking. I got this from reading the books (which are even better than the movies {though that's good too}).