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BROKEN PROMISES
A Lord of the Rings fanfic by Cirrus
Chapter Two - The Present
*Legal Notice: The Tolkien family legally owns the LotR copyright.
I wish I did, but I don't, so some of the things
in this story are not mine. Most of them are, however,
since the story isn't related to the actual novels at
all. It takes place in Middle Earth, and it does have
Gandalf as a character. Anyway, don't plagiarize.
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"Get out of here, you damn drunk!" spat the bartender, throwing the now-adult
Kir out into the street. Kir had bloodied up another man for some reason he'd
already forgotten, and now he cursed his empty bottle and tossed it aside,
intent on finding a cozy alley in which to bundle up for the night.
He did have a home, of course. After Prystin took the monetary reward, he
left the land to Kanos. Kir lived there, but he rarely returned,
content with living in the city. Besides, he figured, the estate was too
far out of the city.
As he thought, he had drifted into a familar passage between two large
buildings. He leaned against the back wall and inhaled the night air
before sliding down into a sitting position, closing his eyes to sleep.
Seconds later, however, an old voice spoke. "You're very odd, to be sleeping
in an alley even though you have a home. Why won't you sleep with a full
stomach, and in a warm bed?"
Kir grunted, opening his eyes once more to see an elderly man dressed in dark
robes and a pointed hat. In his hand, he carried a thick staff of wood. The
old one returned the man's gaze and they stared at each other before Kir
broke the silence. "...what?"
The old one laughed and cleared his throat. "You're drunk, Kir."
"How d'you know my name? What...?"
The old man lifted Kir. "Come this way."
The man obeyed, and the old one dragged him off into the street, and they
proceeded into the fields toward Kanos's estate.
* * *
When Kir woke up, he found himself in a bed, looking up at Kanos. The older
man nodded and said, "Good. You're awake. Your bath is ready, and breakfast
is, too. Eat and come down. Gandalf is waiting.
Kir remembered Gandalf, the compassionate old man who had raised his father.
He remembered that Gandalf had also led him here last night, and he was
grateful.
Kir's head pounded with hangover, but he resigned, as he already knew that
Kanos would enforce the care of Kir, a habit he had kept from his adolescense.
Kir was grateful for this, too, and these thoughts flowed through his head
as he slipped into the warm water.
Later, the three of them sat at the table. Kanos and Gandalf ate while Kir
refused any food, keeping his head down most of the time. The two laughed
merrily, especially Gandalf, and worsened Kir's headache. After breakfast,
he returned to bed, being pushed into the sheets by Gandalf's piercing
laughs. Kir guessed that the old wizard was laughing so loud on purpose,
some sort of punishment for getting drunk. He shook away these thoughts
and fell asleep once more.
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I'm happy! I'll definitely keep going from here, so PLEASE review, if this
story has entertained you at all. Even if it hasn't, let me know how bad the
story is! Remember, you're all the writers' inspiration!
-Cirrus
BROKEN PROMISES
A Lord of the Rings fanfic by Cirrus
Chapter Two - The Present
*Legal Notice: The Tolkien family legally owns the LotR copyright.
I wish I did, but I don't, so some of the things
in this story are not mine. Most of them are, however,
since the story isn't related to the actual novels at
all. It takes place in Middle Earth, and it does have
Gandalf as a character. Anyway, don't plagiarize.
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"Get out of here, you damn drunk!" spat the bartender, throwing the now-adult
Kir out into the street. Kir had bloodied up another man for some reason he'd
already forgotten, and now he cursed his empty bottle and tossed it aside,
intent on finding a cozy alley in which to bundle up for the night.
He did have a home, of course. After Prystin took the monetary reward, he
left the land to Kanos. Kir lived there, but he rarely returned,
content with living in the city. Besides, he figured, the estate was too
far out of the city.
As he thought, he had drifted into a familar passage between two large
buildings. He leaned against the back wall and inhaled the night air
before sliding down into a sitting position, closing his eyes to sleep.
Seconds later, however, an old voice spoke. "You're very odd, to be sleeping
in an alley even though you have a home. Why won't you sleep with a full
stomach, and in a warm bed?"
Kir grunted, opening his eyes once more to see an elderly man dressed in dark
robes and a pointed hat. In his hand, he carried a thick staff of wood. The
old one returned the man's gaze and they stared at each other before Kir
broke the silence. "...what?"
The old one laughed and cleared his throat. "You're drunk, Kir."
"How d'you know my name? What...?"
The old man lifted Kir. "Come this way."
The man obeyed, and the old one dragged him off into the street, and they
proceeded into the fields toward Kanos's estate.
* * *
When Kir woke up, he found himself in a bed, looking up at Kanos. The older
man nodded and said, "Good. You're awake. Your bath is ready, and breakfast
is, too. Eat and come down. Gandalf is waiting.
Kir remembered Gandalf, the compassionate old man who had raised his father.
He remembered that Gandalf had also led him here last night, and he was
grateful.
Kir's head pounded with hangover, but he resigned, as he already knew that
Kanos would enforce the care of Kir, a habit he had kept from his adolescense.
Kir was grateful for this, too, and these thoughts flowed through his head
as he slipped into the warm water.
Later, the three of them sat at the table. Kanos and Gandalf ate while Kir
refused any food, keeping his head down most of the time. The two laughed
merrily, especially Gandalf, and worsened Kir's headache. After breakfast,
he returned to bed, being pushed into the sheets by Gandalf's piercing
laughs. Kir guessed that the old wizard was laughing so loud on purpose,
some sort of punishment for getting drunk. He shook away these thoughts
and fell asleep once more.
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I'm happy! I'll definitely keep going from here, so PLEASE review, if this
story has entertained you at all. Even if it hasn't, let me know how bad the
story is! Remember, you're all the writers' inspiration!
-Cirrus