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1 Chapter 3~Going places
The dwarf objected to the two elves coming with them for it would make him remember about his friend and sometimes the memories could just be too much.
Gimli remembered when he went around middle-earth with the enthusiastic hobbit Pippin. Every year when they returned they would see Pippin's crest fall face and the sadness in his eyes. And they too would feel the defeat as they took the hobbit back to shire. The rest could just not understand why he would not give up and stops letting him suffer with the guilt of not finding his long forgotten friend. No just his friend for Legolas was defiantly not forgotten.
He could still remember and still relived the times when he awoke in the night and found someone crying. The person he would most likely find was Aragon. Aragon, who would most likely give up his own throne just to have Legolas and Boromir back by his side. The thought of being a king and not being able to help the two was torture for the king of Gondor.
The other person who you would find by the fire at the long hours of the night was Merry. Merry was being torn in two, the first half wanted to help and support Pippin and go on search for Legolas ill the end of his days but the other half wanted to forget and get on with his life. But the first half would never let him.
The fellowship went away from the town quickly as if expecting a surprise attack. They gathered their weapons hurriedly and left the streets and into the old forest.
They ran into the labyrinth of trees hoping to find some cover from the relentless rain covered there now soak bodies. Finally Aragon, being a ranger, found a dry spot. The hobbit's huddled under a cloak together while Gimli started a fire from all the dry wood he could find. Aragon was looking around to see if it was safe before getting some herbs from his pack. After he found what he was looking for he went over to the elf named Aultir.
Aultir was shot back when Aragon tried to remove his hood. Aragon found this surprising since he saw most of the wound that was there. It must have been extremely painful but the elf was preventing him from doing anything. Aultir sat up again and pulled his hood more over his face covering any of the features you could find or see.
Aragon was getting quite impatient with the stubborn elf for every time he even tried to get the hood down the elf would thrust it up. "Look do you want me to help you? I could take the pain away from you wound." His voice was slightly angry but he kept it mostly calm.
The other elf Demini came forward and took the herbs from the now fuming Aragon, "I will help him for he doesn't trust very many people…anymore." Her voice seemed to remind him of something but he just couldn't place it. But the voice did soothe him and giving up with Aultir he handed the herbs to the elf-maiden.
She removed Aultir's hood but blocked his head from the view of the others. It took only moments before she was finished and Aultir came back into view the same as usual, with his hood up.
Demini thanked Aragon for the herbs and gave the remaining ones back to him. After she left Aragon looked over at the figure of Aultir. He had seen something that had quite interested him. The elf called Aultir had beautiful deep blue eyes and had reminded Aragon of something he couldn't quite place. He sat there looking and the strange elf for a few minutes more before turning to Sam and getting his food.
The fellowship and the two elves went to bed each taking turns for the watch because there was every chance that the gang might come back and finish the off when the were slumbering.
The next morning they woke to shaking of Demini. They each gathered and packed their things before starting off the wood of Lorien. The walk was long but they were in no hurry so stopped many times even if it was just for the complaining hobbits.
After two or three days of the journey the fellowship got used to the ever presence of the two elves. They were nice and quite kind if you treated them with respect. Though the odd thing was that they got used to Aultir more than Demini. He seemed to know what they liked and what they didn't. He knew exactly how to treat each one of them and did so in his own way. It was as if he had known them for long years when in reality he had known them for less than a week.
On the fifth night Pippin found what he had been looking for. It had taken him many years but he had got it in the end.
They had just been doing the usual things. Aragon checking the surrounding, Merry and Frodo talking, Sam was making the dinner and Gimli sitting by the fire. They had gone to sleep as usual and they each had their watch.
Pippin though woke up. He decided that it must have been because he was thirsty and walked over quietly to where his pack lay. He as quietly as he could (which was not very quiet seeing he was Pippin) drank the water and went back to bed.
He was drifting of to sleep when a soft, sad humming came to his ears. Opening his eyes he saw the figure of Aultir sitting on a fallen tree humming a melody. The tune was sad and was bringing tears to his eyes but what was more interesting was Aultir had his hood down. Being Pippin he let himself get driven up by his curiosity and walked over to the elf as quietly as he could (better than usual). The moonlight had been obstructing his view when he was asleep but when he more a few paces to the left and away from the company he got a clearer view of the elf.
He made his way closer to Aultir who was not really paying attention to him or his surroundings.
Pippin was only a few paces away when a twig snapped beneath his feet. The figure of the elf swung round drawing the sword but forgetting to pull the hood up.
Only on look into those eyes told Pippin all he needed to know. The figure noticing him staring pulled his hood up but it had been too late. Pippin knew. Aultir's hair was short, about just under his chin and it was a soft blond or even golden colour. He had no braids so his hair flowed freely down his features. His face had deep cut down the middle but it did nothing to bother him. His face was smooth and pale like all elves and his eyes were that of a deep blue. The eyes of Legolas.
1 Chapter 3~Going places
The dwarf objected to the two elves coming with them for it would make him remember about his friend and sometimes the memories could just be too much.
Gimli remembered when he went around middle-earth with the enthusiastic hobbit Pippin. Every year when they returned they would see Pippin's crest fall face and the sadness in his eyes. And they too would feel the defeat as they took the hobbit back to shire. The rest could just not understand why he would not give up and stops letting him suffer with the guilt of not finding his long forgotten friend. No just his friend for Legolas was defiantly not forgotten.
He could still remember and still relived the times when he awoke in the night and found someone crying. The person he would most likely find was Aragon. Aragon, who would most likely give up his own throne just to have Legolas and Boromir back by his side. The thought of being a king and not being able to help the two was torture for the king of Gondor.
The other person who you would find by the fire at the long hours of the night was Merry. Merry was being torn in two, the first half wanted to help and support Pippin and go on search for Legolas ill the end of his days but the other half wanted to forget and get on with his life. But the first half would never let him.
The fellowship went away from the town quickly as if expecting a surprise attack. They gathered their weapons hurriedly and left the streets and into the old forest.
They ran into the labyrinth of trees hoping to find some cover from the relentless rain covered there now soak bodies. Finally Aragon, being a ranger, found a dry spot. The hobbit's huddled under a cloak together while Gimli started a fire from all the dry wood he could find. Aragon was looking around to see if it was safe before getting some herbs from his pack. After he found what he was looking for he went over to the elf named Aultir.
Aultir was shot back when Aragon tried to remove his hood. Aragon found this surprising since he saw most of the wound that was there. It must have been extremely painful but the elf was preventing him from doing anything. Aultir sat up again and pulled his hood more over his face covering any of the features you could find or see.
Aragon was getting quite impatient with the stubborn elf for every time he even tried to get the hood down the elf would thrust it up. "Look do you want me to help you? I could take the pain away from you wound." His voice was slightly angry but he kept it mostly calm.
The other elf Demini came forward and took the herbs from the now fuming Aragon, "I will help him for he doesn't trust very many people…anymore." Her voice seemed to remind him of something but he just couldn't place it. But the voice did soothe him and giving up with Aultir he handed the herbs to the elf-maiden.
She removed Aultir's hood but blocked his head from the view of the others. It took only moments before she was finished and Aultir came back into view the same as usual, with his hood up.
Demini thanked Aragon for the herbs and gave the remaining ones back to him. After she left Aragon looked over at the figure of Aultir. He had seen something that had quite interested him. The elf called Aultir had beautiful deep blue eyes and had reminded Aragon of something he couldn't quite place. He sat there looking and the strange elf for a few minutes more before turning to Sam and getting his food.
The fellowship and the two elves went to bed each taking turns for the watch because there was every chance that the gang might come back and finish the off when the were slumbering.
The next morning they woke to shaking of Demini. They each gathered and packed their things before starting off the wood of Lorien. The walk was long but they were in no hurry so stopped many times even if it was just for the complaining hobbits.
After two or three days of the journey the fellowship got used to the ever presence of the two elves. They were nice and quite kind if you treated them with respect. Though the odd thing was that they got used to Aultir more than Demini. He seemed to know what they liked and what they didn't. He knew exactly how to treat each one of them and did so in his own way. It was as if he had known them for long years when in reality he had known them for less than a week.
On the fifth night Pippin found what he had been looking for. It had taken him many years but he had got it in the end.
They had just been doing the usual things. Aragon checking the surrounding, Merry and Frodo talking, Sam was making the dinner and Gimli sitting by the fire. They had gone to sleep as usual and they each had their watch.
Pippin though woke up. He decided that it must have been because he was thirsty and walked over quietly to where his pack lay. He as quietly as he could (which was not very quiet seeing he was Pippin) drank the water and went back to bed.
He was drifting of to sleep when a soft, sad humming came to his ears. Opening his eyes he saw the figure of Aultir sitting on a fallen tree humming a melody. The tune was sad and was bringing tears to his eyes but what was more interesting was Aultir had his hood down. Being Pippin he let himself get driven up by his curiosity and walked over to the elf as quietly as he could (better than usual). The moonlight had been obstructing his view when he was asleep but when he more a few paces to the left and away from the company he got a clearer view of the elf.
He made his way closer to Aultir who was not really paying attention to him or his surroundings.
Pippin was only a few paces away when a twig snapped beneath his feet. The figure of the elf swung round drawing the sword but forgetting to pull the hood up.
Only on look into those eyes told Pippin all he needed to know. The figure noticing him staring pulled his hood up but it had been too late. Pippin knew. Aultir's hair was short, about just under his chin and it was a soft blond or even golden colour. He had no braids so his hair flowed freely down his features. His face had deep cut down the middle but it did nothing to bother him. His face was smooth and pale like all elves and his eyes were that of a deep blue. The eyes of Legolas.