1 Wanderer
Chapter 1~Stangers in the night!
The fellowship hurried towards the bright lights of the inn called "The Prancing Pony". They were trying and failing to ignore the hard rain that stung their faces soaking them through.
What was left of the fellowship had reunited again like they always did and had left Hobbiton and was on their way to Lorien to meet with the Lady Galadriel.
The fellowship ran across the mud towards the inn lead by Aragon since Gandalf had left and would meet them in Lorien in a few days.
Aragon was now the king of Gondor and the fellowship was happily following him anxious to get some warmth. Merry and Pippin, though, were anxious to get some food.
The four small Hobbits ran up behind the man, their little feet scurrying as they hurried to keep up.
Gimli was last, trudging along behind them, his armour weighing him down. His axe was in his hand ready for he didn't like this town and thought it best to keep apart from the town's folk.
There were two, however, that could not be there. First was Boromir who unfortunately died during the quest of the ring. The second was Legolas; he had disappeared eight years ago. Elrond had told the saddened fellowship that while scouting with two other elves that an orc party had attacked and killed the three elves. Sometime later more elves, about 5, came managed to kill the remaining orcs. They left to get some help with moving the bodies but when they came back Legolas body was gone. They thought it must have been taken by remaining orcs as a prize or feast.
It had been a long time but still the company mourned for their deaths. Surprisingly Pippin thought Legolas might still be alive, though the others in the company just said it was denial.
Pippin took every chance and asked everyone every year if they had seen the elfin prince but still nobody had.
As they went into the inn/bar they took off their cloaks and went over to a table as Gimli went off to order the food and drinks and to get the rooms.
When Gimli came back the Hobbits immediately stuffed themselves full while Gimli sipped at a pint and Aragon sat and puffed on his long pipe.
They had only been eating for a couple of minutes when suddenly . . . the bar went deadly silent.
A person stood in the doorway. This strange person wore a long black cloak that went right down to the bottom of his shoes. As the door to the pub closed the draft blew the cloak showing what he wore. He was dressed in elfin clothing, black leggings under a dark green tunic and dark brown boots. His hood was pulled right over his head so that you could not see his face.
He had a lot of weapons on him and Aragon wondered if he was going to war.
He had an elfish longbow with a quiver full of tightly packed arrows, he had two long knives on his back and a long greenish sword with a emerald in the hilt attached to his belt. Aragon could also see two small daggers tucked right up to the hilt in his boots.
He was long and slender and ad the movements of a cat. He looked quite a dangerous opponent and he had a cold and stern look about him and as he quickly glanced about the onlookers shivered and gave silent gasps.
He turned to the barkeeper. The barkeeper seemed to shrink against him and practically whispered, "Master Aultir! What could I do for you?" Aultir's voice was about as quiet as the barman's but every syllable was heard. "A pint." He said it simply but the barman cowered under him as if he was advancing on him with a sword.
Everything slowly went back to normal except the people nearest "Aultir" spoke in whispers. Aultir went over to a table at the other side of the bar and drank thirstily at the pint now in his hand.
More people entered the bar but most of them went again at the sight of the man called Aultir. A woman came in and walked over to Aultir happily seemingly unaware of the looks she was getting.
The people nearest looked at her as if she was raving mad as she walked steadily towards him; Frodo who noticed this movement pointed it out to the other fellowship members.
As the fellowship and a few other people watched she went and sat down next to him. Aultir immediately changed and semed to be replaced by a new and even stranger person. Although he still looked dangerous he was more relaxed and much more friendly and happy. But what surprised the people most was what he said for it was in elfin.
Nobody could understand anything he was saying except Aragon and Frodo had learned most of the elfin language as well. He didn't trouble to keep his voice down for he knew the people in this town did not even know what language that he was speaking. As he spoke is voice was soft and calm and the words seemed to flow from his mouth like water running down a stream.
"Ah, would you like something to drink or eat, Demini?" He said this as she gave him a warm embrace. She lowered he hood. She had long raven black hair and misty blue eyes like the ocean and she carried almost as many weapons as Aultir. She the same clothing as Aultir but instead of black was a mossy green and instead of dark green she wore a light blue. She looked kind and elegant and Frodo caught himself wondering why she was in the company of Aultir. She smiled as she sat and nodded. She was undoubtedly an elf and at a guess so was he.
As quickly as is came Aultir's cold personality came back as he went up to the bar and came back with a drink for her, and just as quickly as he had lost it the kind personality came back again. It seemed to Frodo that that this woman was the only person that Aultir trusted or was nice to. Before Aultir came back Aragon told the eager fellowship what was being said.
She started talking at once as he sat down, "The horses are back with Godwin again and I trust he will keep them safe." Aultir laughed a merry and beautiful laugh that did not suit his nature but it also stirred something deep in the heart of the fellowship.
Aultir replied happily, "Yes! I know of what you speak for he does seem to love horses of any nature."
Demini grinned at him, "Well, how are you? Have the people here heard of your reputation?"
Aultir chuckled, "Yes, they have and I find Bree just as unwelcome as the last town."
Demini sighed inwardly, "They only fear you because you are so cold them. There is also a rumour that a group here-"
"Thieves" Aultir cut in but Demini shook her head.
"No. It is a town gang and they see you as a threat because of you reputation!" Aultir gave a deep but annoyed sigh.
"They fear what they do not know of." Demini nodded as Aultir continued, "Eat what you can then we shall leave and try o find a nicer town to stay in."
She smiled at his next sentence; "I do not want anyone or any gang to hurt you out of my reputation!"
She reached out and hugged him; "It's not me you should fear of it is yourself. I do not wish to lose you, my love." He hugged her back and then went off to get more food.
Frodo was slightly at awe for here was a beautiful elfin maiden with Aultir. He did not know Aultir but his first impression was that he was horrible.
As Aragon translated what was being said the company was silent. Gimli was the first to speak, "Why would she go for Aultir, he seems so…cold?"
Aragon shook his head; "She knows him much more than we do, he could be quite nice-" He was cut off by a laugh from Merry and Pippin.
Trying to get his breath back Merry said, "Have you seen him?"
Aragon looked at his crossly, "Yes I have!" Then he gave a somewhat confused look; "He seems to be two people at once…" His answer tailed away as Gimli looked at him.
"What are you talking about, Aragon?" Gimli said a slightly troubled look on his dwarf features. Aragon replied simply, "Well, at first he looked cold then when that elf came he became so…kind!"
The company kept talking about the two elves while they ate until they saw the two going out of the inn. Only a few seconds had passed since they had gone and there were now thumps, the clashing of metal and angry voices outside.
Each member took their weapon and dashed to the door
When they opened the door a terrible sight met their eyes. There were about twenty people all with knives and swords rushing at Aultir and Demini. Demini had two long elfin knives and was slashing the around at anyone that got too close while Aultir was taking a different approach. He was using all of his weapons at first he was shooting arrows then had his two elfin knives out like Demini and then he had his long sword out.
The fellowship was slightly unsure of who to help but two of the gang thinking the fellowship was the enemy struck the hobbits. Immediately Aragon killed them with Anduil and the fellowship started to fight.
Aultir turned to look at their new allies and was frozen in place when he saw them. He just stared hardly believing his eyes. At once the man he was fighting took advantage of his distraction and moved his sword in front of his face cutting it badly. Frodo watched all of this and when the man struck Aultir, he gave a cry and ran to aid him as Aultir fell backwards in to the mud.
Chapter 1~Stangers in the night!
The fellowship hurried towards the bright lights of the inn called "The Prancing Pony". They were trying and failing to ignore the hard rain that stung their faces soaking them through.
What was left of the fellowship had reunited again like they always did and had left Hobbiton and was on their way to Lorien to meet with the Lady Galadriel.
The fellowship ran across the mud towards the inn lead by Aragon since Gandalf had left and would meet them in Lorien in a few days.
Aragon was now the king of Gondor and the fellowship was happily following him anxious to get some warmth. Merry and Pippin, though, were anxious to get some food.
The four small Hobbits ran up behind the man, their little feet scurrying as they hurried to keep up.
Gimli was last, trudging along behind them, his armour weighing him down. His axe was in his hand ready for he didn't like this town and thought it best to keep apart from the town's folk.
There were two, however, that could not be there. First was Boromir who unfortunately died during the quest of the ring. The second was Legolas; he had disappeared eight years ago. Elrond had told the saddened fellowship that while scouting with two other elves that an orc party had attacked and killed the three elves. Sometime later more elves, about 5, came managed to kill the remaining orcs. They left to get some help with moving the bodies but when they came back Legolas body was gone. They thought it must have been taken by remaining orcs as a prize or feast.
It had been a long time but still the company mourned for their deaths. Surprisingly Pippin thought Legolas might still be alive, though the others in the company just said it was denial.
Pippin took every chance and asked everyone every year if they had seen the elfin prince but still nobody had.
As they went into the inn/bar they took off their cloaks and went over to a table as Gimli went off to order the food and drinks and to get the rooms.
When Gimli came back the Hobbits immediately stuffed themselves full while Gimli sipped at a pint and Aragon sat and puffed on his long pipe.
They had only been eating for a couple of minutes when suddenly . . . the bar went deadly silent.
A person stood in the doorway. This strange person wore a long black cloak that went right down to the bottom of his shoes. As the door to the pub closed the draft blew the cloak showing what he wore. He was dressed in elfin clothing, black leggings under a dark green tunic and dark brown boots. His hood was pulled right over his head so that you could not see his face.
He had a lot of weapons on him and Aragon wondered if he was going to war.
He had an elfish longbow with a quiver full of tightly packed arrows, he had two long knives on his back and a long greenish sword with a emerald in the hilt attached to his belt. Aragon could also see two small daggers tucked right up to the hilt in his boots.
He was long and slender and ad the movements of a cat. He looked quite a dangerous opponent and he had a cold and stern look about him and as he quickly glanced about the onlookers shivered and gave silent gasps.
He turned to the barkeeper. The barkeeper seemed to shrink against him and practically whispered, "Master Aultir! What could I do for you?" Aultir's voice was about as quiet as the barman's but every syllable was heard. "A pint." He said it simply but the barman cowered under him as if he was advancing on him with a sword.
Everything slowly went back to normal except the people nearest "Aultir" spoke in whispers. Aultir went over to a table at the other side of the bar and drank thirstily at the pint now in his hand.
More people entered the bar but most of them went again at the sight of the man called Aultir. A woman came in and walked over to Aultir happily seemingly unaware of the looks she was getting.
The people nearest looked at her as if she was raving mad as she walked steadily towards him; Frodo who noticed this movement pointed it out to the other fellowship members.
As the fellowship and a few other people watched she went and sat down next to him. Aultir immediately changed and semed to be replaced by a new and even stranger person. Although he still looked dangerous he was more relaxed and much more friendly and happy. But what surprised the people most was what he said for it was in elfin.
Nobody could understand anything he was saying except Aragon and Frodo had learned most of the elfin language as well. He didn't trouble to keep his voice down for he knew the people in this town did not even know what language that he was speaking. As he spoke is voice was soft and calm and the words seemed to flow from his mouth like water running down a stream.
"Ah, would you like something to drink or eat, Demini?" He said this as she gave him a warm embrace. She lowered he hood. She had long raven black hair and misty blue eyes like the ocean and she carried almost as many weapons as Aultir. She the same clothing as Aultir but instead of black was a mossy green and instead of dark green she wore a light blue. She looked kind and elegant and Frodo caught himself wondering why she was in the company of Aultir. She smiled as she sat and nodded. She was undoubtedly an elf and at a guess so was he.
As quickly as is came Aultir's cold personality came back as he went up to the bar and came back with a drink for her, and just as quickly as he had lost it the kind personality came back again. It seemed to Frodo that that this woman was the only person that Aultir trusted or was nice to. Before Aultir came back Aragon told the eager fellowship what was being said.
She started talking at once as he sat down, "The horses are back with Godwin again and I trust he will keep them safe." Aultir laughed a merry and beautiful laugh that did not suit his nature but it also stirred something deep in the heart of the fellowship.
Aultir replied happily, "Yes! I know of what you speak for he does seem to love horses of any nature."
Demini grinned at him, "Well, how are you? Have the people here heard of your reputation?"
Aultir chuckled, "Yes, they have and I find Bree just as unwelcome as the last town."
Demini sighed inwardly, "They only fear you because you are so cold them. There is also a rumour that a group here-"
"Thieves" Aultir cut in but Demini shook her head.
"No. It is a town gang and they see you as a threat because of you reputation!" Aultir gave a deep but annoyed sigh.
"They fear what they do not know of." Demini nodded as Aultir continued, "Eat what you can then we shall leave and try o find a nicer town to stay in."
She smiled at his next sentence; "I do not want anyone or any gang to hurt you out of my reputation!"
She reached out and hugged him; "It's not me you should fear of it is yourself. I do not wish to lose you, my love." He hugged her back and then went off to get more food.
Frodo was slightly at awe for here was a beautiful elfin maiden with Aultir. He did not know Aultir but his first impression was that he was horrible.
As Aragon translated what was being said the company was silent. Gimli was the first to speak, "Why would she go for Aultir, he seems so…cold?"
Aragon shook his head; "She knows him much more than we do, he could be quite nice-" He was cut off by a laugh from Merry and Pippin.
Trying to get his breath back Merry said, "Have you seen him?"
Aragon looked at his crossly, "Yes I have!" Then he gave a somewhat confused look; "He seems to be two people at once…" His answer tailed away as Gimli looked at him.
"What are you talking about, Aragon?" Gimli said a slightly troubled look on his dwarf features. Aragon replied simply, "Well, at first he looked cold then when that elf came he became so…kind!"
The company kept talking about the two elves while they ate until they saw the two going out of the inn. Only a few seconds had passed since they had gone and there were now thumps, the clashing of metal and angry voices outside.
Each member took their weapon and dashed to the door
When they opened the door a terrible sight met their eyes. There were about twenty people all with knives and swords rushing at Aultir and Demini. Demini had two long elfin knives and was slashing the around at anyone that got too close while Aultir was taking a different approach. He was using all of his weapons at first he was shooting arrows then had his two elfin knives out like Demini and then he had his long sword out.
The fellowship was slightly unsure of who to help but two of the gang thinking the fellowship was the enemy struck the hobbits. Immediately Aragon killed them with Anduil and the fellowship started to fight.
Aultir turned to look at their new allies and was frozen in place when he saw them. He just stared hardly believing his eyes. At once the man he was fighting took advantage of his distraction and moved his sword in front of his face cutting it badly. Frodo watched all of this and when the man struck Aultir, he gave a cry and ran to aid him as Aultir fell backwards in to the mud.