03/30/02
"Shot in the Heart"
Chapter Three!
"I am glad to know that you were not killed." Gandalf's voice was low and misty.
"It is nice to see you again, Layla." Boromir kissed her hand.
"You- are?" Layla looked up from the red fire. "Why? ..."
"There are just somethings one cannot answer..." he replied.
She became silent and gazed back into the crimson fire. Merry, Pippin, and Sam sat around the fire playing cards, while Frodo was the odd one out. He wondered what would become of him now, what would happen to his friends, and what would happen to The Shire... Would it become a beautiful prospering place covered with wheat and flowers with little hobbits running and playing in the sun? Or would it become a barren wasteland, overrun with Orcs, Demons, Nazgul, and would Sauron be the conquerer of Middle Earth? For he did not know. No one knew what their fate would be, or what lie ahead for them in their journey. Could would Middle Earth just vanish from the world without a trace?
In Layla's eyes Frodo could see hope for the fellowship, as well as beauty, freedom, and love. Maybe, he thought, that she had been sent by the elves to protect them and guide them along their way. But who would care, even when their journey became much longer and longer? Who was this elvish lady, where did she come from, and WHO sent her? Frodo kept watching her and wondering.
The dark sky began to glow, and a shadow filled the sky... A storm began to brew, and it rained so hard that the raindrops were like iron pellets against their heads.
"Here! Take cover in here!" Aragorn hurried the hobbits into the cave.
"I think, maybe, if I am correct, Saruman has started this with his own hand." Gandalf placed his pointy hat in his lap"
"I WISH I WAS BACK HOME IN THE SHIRE!" Sam cried.
"I wish I was back home in my cozy hobbit hole, in my own warm bed..." Frodo curled up in the corner.
"I sense something..." Layla's face went dark.
"Tula sinome." Legolas beckoned Layla over to a patch of trees.
(Come here)
"Mani naa ta?" Layla stood up and brushed her hair out of her face.
(What is it?)
"Amin uuma sitai..." he motioned for her to come.
(I don't know...)
"What is it you silly elves sense?" the bearded Gimli laughed.
"Dina, Spangaer!" Layla put a finger to her lips.
(Be silent, bearded one!)
"What did she say?" Gimli shouted.
"Uuma dela, Layla." he holded her hand.
(Don't worry, Layla)
"I fear not." she leaned on his shoulder.
Silence.
"What was that?"
"She said.... 'Be silent bearded one'." Aragorn shut him up.
"Auta miqula orqu." Layla giggled.
(Go kiss an orc)
"WHAT DID SHE SAY?" Gimli shouted louder.
"That dwarf is so loud that we could silence him in the dark." Layla laughed.
"She told you to go kiss an orc." Aragorn shut the dwarf up again.
"You'll pay for that!" Gimli pointed his axe at her.
"Oh, will I now. I think it is you who will pay." she grinned.
Layla turned and stared at Aragorn, with surprise. Did he understand what she was saying? Did he speak elvish? They both became silent and watches eachother. The cold winds blew upon them... and the shadow drawed closer...
"Can you feel it too?" Gandalf watched the moving shadows.
"I can feel it in the earth." Layla stood up at once with her back facing them as she looked off into the dark distance, hair blowing in the wind.
"What is it that you sense?" Aragorn looked into the distance, but nothing was there.
"Gandalf, what's going on?" said a very nervous Frodo.
"Can you feel it Legolas?" Layla looked off into the distance again.
Legolas stood beside her, hand in hand.
"What is it?" he smelled the air.
"I sense evil approaching. I do not know if I may be right, but I'm pretty sure something is going to happen. Something bad." She stood silently.
"What could it be?" Frodo pondered with concern.
"Curious, very curious..."Gandalf seized his staff.
BOOM!
"Could that riders be coming?" Frodo pulled Gandalf's sleeve.
"Run, run, run!" a mystic voice filled Frodo's head.
"Everyone, we must go!" Gandalf's staff lit up with white light.
"We must move forward, we can't camp here." Aragorn shouted in the rain.
They are seen running from the black riders...
SHREIK!
"Get the halflings!" Boromir shouted.
Layla pulled Frodo onto her horse.
"C'mon Frodo!" she grabbed Turk's reigns.
~*~
"Elrond, do you really think the fellowship will suceed? Do you really have faith in them?" an unknown lady elf questioned.
"I trust them. It is hard, but I trust them." Elrond answered. "I do not know if they may be dead by now. For it has been a long time...since they have been here. But keep faith, that is important. I do not know if they will suceed."
"Yes, but where is our tarien of Rivendell? What will become of our tarien?" the lady asked.
"We must have faith." he raised his hand.
"Elrond, those are very wise words" a familiar woman's voice broke out.
"Greetings, lady of the wood."
"Pleasure." she bowed.
~*~
The dark night was soon swallowed up by the clear shining morning. Frodo smelled the crisp morning air and took in his daily oxygen. The hobbits were the first ones awake that morning.
"Is she awake?" Pippin poked her with a stick.
"Leave 'her' alone, Pip!" Sam pulled the stick out of his hand and broke it in half. "She's injured enough already! Stop - stop it!"
"You've been acting real strange lately, real strange since she got here." Pippin chuckled.
"Uh, Pippin." Merry pointed.
"Strange?! What do you mean I'm strange?" Sam glared evily at them.
"Maybe because, you blush when she's around."
"Do not do not do NOT!"
"Yes yes yes! I've seen you do that before." Merry taunted.
"Lalalalalala!"
Merry and Pippin danced around Sam in a circle. Sam became dizzy from watching the spectacle, so he fell on the ground flat on his bottom with a loud THUD.
"Ow. Get off." Legolas rolled over on his side.
"Pippin, please, get a life." Layla yawned.
"Hahahahaha!" Frodo laughed his head off.
"I see that you like to make fools of yourselves, Hobbits." Hooted Gandalf.
"Nice to know someone cares." Layla sat up.
Sam blushed. Layla ruffled his hair and smiled. Sam looked at Frodo curiously while Merry and Pippin argued over something.
Thus began their play-fighting downhill. Soon it was stopped however, since they crashed into Boromir's feet. Boromir seized Sam and Merry by the collar and tossed them into a pile of leaves.
"That's good, atleast you can sword fight!" Boromir laughed as he fought Pippin.
"Move your feet Pip." Merry applauded.
The others just sat by and watched, except for Aragorn. Aragorn sat perched on top of a large boulder, staring off into the distance, spaced out into his own world.
"Would you like to try Layla?" Sam offered the bored Layla.
"Nah, I'd rather watch." she sat next to her horse.
"Aw, c'mon!" Boromir pulled her up.
She crossed her arms, and wanted to be left alone.
"Fine." she said breifly.
*they begin swordfighting*
"Hah, so you're not bad after all!" Boromir caught her before she fell.
"Thanks, but I don't need any rescuing!" she jumped away.
Aragorn looked at the familiar sword.
"Not bad, not bad at all." Frodo watched.
"Oof!"
"Ha!"
"Ow!"
SLASH!
CLANG!
"Alright, alright already! You win!"
Boromir fell to the ground laughing.
Later into the day...
Everyone is seen heading to a clearing in the woods. The sun shined brighter than it ever did before. The two elves are seen riding in the sunset. Aragorn ponders something...
"Aragorn, something is troubling you. What is it?" Frodo asked the shadowy Aragorn.
"Do not worry about my troubles, remember, we must get the ring to Mordor."
"Why do you space out like that?" Frodo asked with his back turned.
"There is something about that elf, indeed." Aragorn sat on a fallen over tree.
"There is always something about elves." Boromir sat next to Aragorn. "You never know what thought."
Aragorn watches Legolas and Layla in the sunset...
"Mankoi naa lle sinome, Arwenamin?"
(What are you doing here, my lady?)
"Amin uuma sinta mankoi. Jenu ten...Amin mela lle"
(I don't know why; maybe because...I love you...)
"You promised you'd stay..." he whispered.
They kissed in the sunset.
"Shot in the Heart"
Chapter Three!
"I am glad to know that you were not killed." Gandalf's voice was low and misty.
"It is nice to see you again, Layla." Boromir kissed her hand.
"You- are?" Layla looked up from the red fire. "Why? ..."
"There are just somethings one cannot answer..." he replied.
She became silent and gazed back into the crimson fire. Merry, Pippin, and Sam sat around the fire playing cards, while Frodo was the odd one out. He wondered what would become of him now, what would happen to his friends, and what would happen to The Shire... Would it become a beautiful prospering place covered with wheat and flowers with little hobbits running and playing in the sun? Or would it become a barren wasteland, overrun with Orcs, Demons, Nazgul, and would Sauron be the conquerer of Middle Earth? For he did not know. No one knew what their fate would be, or what lie ahead for them in their journey. Could would Middle Earth just vanish from the world without a trace?
In Layla's eyes Frodo could see hope for the fellowship, as well as beauty, freedom, and love. Maybe, he thought, that she had been sent by the elves to protect them and guide them along their way. But who would care, even when their journey became much longer and longer? Who was this elvish lady, where did she come from, and WHO sent her? Frodo kept watching her and wondering.
The dark sky began to glow, and a shadow filled the sky... A storm began to brew, and it rained so hard that the raindrops were like iron pellets against their heads.
"Here! Take cover in here!" Aragorn hurried the hobbits into the cave.
"I think, maybe, if I am correct, Saruman has started this with his own hand." Gandalf placed his pointy hat in his lap"
"I WISH I WAS BACK HOME IN THE SHIRE!" Sam cried.
"I wish I was back home in my cozy hobbit hole, in my own warm bed..." Frodo curled up in the corner.
"I sense something..." Layla's face went dark.
"Tula sinome." Legolas beckoned Layla over to a patch of trees.
(Come here)
"Mani naa ta?" Layla stood up and brushed her hair out of her face.
(What is it?)
"Amin uuma sitai..." he motioned for her to come.
(I don't know...)
"What is it you silly elves sense?" the bearded Gimli laughed.
"Dina, Spangaer!" Layla put a finger to her lips.
(Be silent, bearded one!)
"What did she say?" Gimli shouted.
"Uuma dela, Layla." he holded her hand.
(Don't worry, Layla)
"I fear not." she leaned on his shoulder.
Silence.
"What was that?"
"She said.... 'Be silent bearded one'." Aragorn shut him up.
"Auta miqula orqu." Layla giggled.
(Go kiss an orc)
"WHAT DID SHE SAY?" Gimli shouted louder.
"That dwarf is so loud that we could silence him in the dark." Layla laughed.
"She told you to go kiss an orc." Aragorn shut the dwarf up again.
"You'll pay for that!" Gimli pointed his axe at her.
"Oh, will I now. I think it is you who will pay." she grinned.
Layla turned and stared at Aragorn, with surprise. Did he understand what she was saying? Did he speak elvish? They both became silent and watches eachother. The cold winds blew upon them... and the shadow drawed closer...
"Can you feel it too?" Gandalf watched the moving shadows.
"I can feel it in the earth." Layla stood up at once with her back facing them as she looked off into the dark distance, hair blowing in the wind.
"What is it that you sense?" Aragorn looked into the distance, but nothing was there.
"Gandalf, what's going on?" said a very nervous Frodo.
"Can you feel it Legolas?" Layla looked off into the distance again.
Legolas stood beside her, hand in hand.
"What is it?" he smelled the air.
"I sense evil approaching. I do not know if I may be right, but I'm pretty sure something is going to happen. Something bad." She stood silently.
"What could it be?" Frodo pondered with concern.
"Curious, very curious..."Gandalf seized his staff.
BOOM!
"Could that riders be coming?" Frodo pulled Gandalf's sleeve.
"Run, run, run!" a mystic voice filled Frodo's head.
"Everyone, we must go!" Gandalf's staff lit up with white light.
"We must move forward, we can't camp here." Aragorn shouted in the rain.
They are seen running from the black riders...
SHREIK!
"Get the halflings!" Boromir shouted.
Layla pulled Frodo onto her horse.
"C'mon Frodo!" she grabbed Turk's reigns.
~*~
"Elrond, do you really think the fellowship will suceed? Do you really have faith in them?" an unknown lady elf questioned.
"I trust them. It is hard, but I trust them." Elrond answered. "I do not know if they may be dead by now. For it has been a long time...since they have been here. But keep faith, that is important. I do not know if they will suceed."
"Yes, but where is our tarien of Rivendell? What will become of our tarien?" the lady asked.
"We must have faith." he raised his hand.
"Elrond, those are very wise words" a familiar woman's voice broke out.
"Greetings, lady of the wood."
"Pleasure." she bowed.
~*~
The dark night was soon swallowed up by the clear shining morning. Frodo smelled the crisp morning air and took in his daily oxygen. The hobbits were the first ones awake that morning.
"Is she awake?" Pippin poked her with a stick.
"Leave 'her' alone, Pip!" Sam pulled the stick out of his hand and broke it in half. "She's injured enough already! Stop - stop it!"
"You've been acting real strange lately, real strange since she got here." Pippin chuckled.
"Uh, Pippin." Merry pointed.
"Strange?! What do you mean I'm strange?" Sam glared evily at them.
"Maybe because, you blush when she's around."
"Do not do not do NOT!"
"Yes yes yes! I've seen you do that before." Merry taunted.
"Lalalalalala!"
Merry and Pippin danced around Sam in a circle. Sam became dizzy from watching the spectacle, so he fell on the ground flat on his bottom with a loud THUD.
"Ow. Get off." Legolas rolled over on his side.
"Pippin, please, get a life." Layla yawned.
"Hahahahaha!" Frodo laughed his head off.
"I see that you like to make fools of yourselves, Hobbits." Hooted Gandalf.
"Nice to know someone cares." Layla sat up.
Sam blushed. Layla ruffled his hair and smiled. Sam looked at Frodo curiously while Merry and Pippin argued over something.
Thus began their play-fighting downhill. Soon it was stopped however, since they crashed into Boromir's feet. Boromir seized Sam and Merry by the collar and tossed them into a pile of leaves.
"That's good, atleast you can sword fight!" Boromir laughed as he fought Pippin.
"Move your feet Pip." Merry applauded.
The others just sat by and watched, except for Aragorn. Aragorn sat perched on top of a large boulder, staring off into the distance, spaced out into his own world.
"Would you like to try Layla?" Sam offered the bored Layla.
"Nah, I'd rather watch." she sat next to her horse.
"Aw, c'mon!" Boromir pulled her up.
She crossed her arms, and wanted to be left alone.
"Fine." she said breifly.
*they begin swordfighting*
"Hah, so you're not bad after all!" Boromir caught her before she fell.
"Thanks, but I don't need any rescuing!" she jumped away.
Aragorn looked at the familiar sword.
"Not bad, not bad at all." Frodo watched.
"Oof!"
"Ha!"
"Ow!"
SLASH!
CLANG!
"Alright, alright already! You win!"
Boromir fell to the ground laughing.
Later into the day...
Everyone is seen heading to a clearing in the woods. The sun shined brighter than it ever did before. The two elves are seen riding in the sunset. Aragorn ponders something...
"Aragorn, something is troubling you. What is it?" Frodo asked the shadowy Aragorn.
"Do not worry about my troubles, remember, we must get the ring to Mordor."
"Why do you space out like that?" Frodo asked with his back turned.
"There is something about that elf, indeed." Aragorn sat on a fallen over tree.
"There is always something about elves." Boromir sat next to Aragorn. "You never know what thought."
Aragorn watches Legolas and Layla in the sunset...
"Mankoi naa lle sinome, Arwenamin?"
(What are you doing here, my lady?)
"Amin uuma sinta mankoi. Jenu ten...Amin mela lle"
(I don't know why; maybe because...I love you...)
"You promised you'd stay..." he whispered.
They kissed in the sunset.