Um…firstly I want to apologize to anyone who has created the dark
elves. They just fit better in this fic and so whoever you are I thank you!
With that said…I got the elvish in this story from grey-company.org, and I
want to apologize if I screwed up the grammar. If any of you know elvish
could you tell me what I am doing wrong? Um the rest is assumed…common
speech is in " ", elvish is in ' ', elvish translations are in ( ),
thoughts are in , and anything else is in *. Takes place a week after
the last chapter! Enjoy!
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Faramir and Gandalf rode side by side in silence, both half-asleep. It had been over a week since they had left Minas Tirith, a week that had been unbearable for Faramir. He missed his brother so terribly, it felt like a constant stomachache. At least when they reached Rivendell he would have other things to distract him.
All of a sudden Gandalf began to look around wildly his face bearing a dark expression.
"What's wrong?" asked Faramir, sensing something was wrong.
"I must leave…now," said Gandalf, his voice bearing a sense of urgency.
"What? Where am I to go?"
"To Rivendell, like planned. You are less than two days away now. Tell Lord Elrond I will be with him shortly."
"But…" Faramir protested, but it was too late, the wizard had disappeared. He shivered slightly, as the sun sank below the horizon. Drawing his cloak closer to his body, he rode on alone now, unaware that he was being watched.
All of a sudden a dark figure grabbed his arm, making him fall to the ground.
"What was that for?" yelled Faramir, but the person holding him whispered something to someone in the bushes, in elvish.
'Ro naa n'uma Mori'Quessir,' (He is not a dark elf)
Dark elf? Faramir mused before yelling too in elvish, when his arm got twisted behind him back.
'Fina amin!' (Release me!)
'Faina ho Elessar! (Release him Elessar) came a commanding voice from the bushes and two raven-haired elves emerged.
'Ya naa lile?' (Who are you?) asked the slightly taller elf.
'Amin essar Faramir,' (My name is Faramir) he said shakily.
'A' lile leme vassan Gandalf,' (Ah, you journeyed with Gandalf) said the other.
'Manke…' (Where…) began the man holding him but the first elf cut him off with a wave of his hand.
'Amin tyava dae' (I feel the shadow) murmured the other, glancing around the clearing nervously.
'N'uma!' (Run!) hissed the man, just as a dark shadow moved across the dry ground. Faramir didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted after the two elves, who flitted in and out of the trees. Behind him, he couldn't hear anything except the man Elessar's harsh breathing, but the feeling in his stomach told him they were being pursued. His fear getting the best of him he tripped over his own feet, causing Elessar to run into him, and he too, fell to the ground.
"Shit!" swore Elessar as they were instantly surrounded by tall, black cloaked figures, with gleaming yellow eyes.
'Dina edan!' (Quiet human!) hissed one of the dark elves, his voice a low whisper.
"What…" Faramir began to whisper but Elessar shot him a look that said, *Shut up, you'll know when to go.*
All the dark elves began to chuckle evily as they began to advance on the two humans.
With a cry Elessar flung himself at the dark elf who had spoke to them, and cleaved his head off with his sword. Following his lead Faramir slashed left and right with his short sword, Boromir's voice ringing in his ears. Slash, step to the right, parry, thrust…'
Faramir did so, weaving his way in and out of the foul creatures. He looked over to Elessar who too was killing the dark elves. They shared a brief smile before returning to the battle at hand. Somehow despite them being severely outnumbered Faramir felt secure with his brother's voice in his head and Elessar by his side.
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Faramir and Gandalf rode side by side in silence, both half-asleep. It had been over a week since they had left Minas Tirith, a week that had been unbearable for Faramir. He missed his brother so terribly, it felt like a constant stomachache. At least when they reached Rivendell he would have other things to distract him.
All of a sudden Gandalf began to look around wildly his face bearing a dark expression.
"What's wrong?" asked Faramir, sensing something was wrong.
"I must leave…now," said Gandalf, his voice bearing a sense of urgency.
"What? Where am I to go?"
"To Rivendell, like planned. You are less than two days away now. Tell Lord Elrond I will be with him shortly."
"But…" Faramir protested, but it was too late, the wizard had disappeared. He shivered slightly, as the sun sank below the horizon. Drawing his cloak closer to his body, he rode on alone now, unaware that he was being watched.
All of a sudden a dark figure grabbed his arm, making him fall to the ground.
"What was that for?" yelled Faramir, but the person holding him whispered something to someone in the bushes, in elvish.
'Ro naa n'uma Mori'Quessir,' (He is not a dark elf)
Dark elf? Faramir mused before yelling too in elvish, when his arm got twisted behind him back.
'Fina amin!' (Release me!)
'Faina ho Elessar! (Release him Elessar) came a commanding voice from the bushes and two raven-haired elves emerged.
'Ya naa lile?' (Who are you?) asked the slightly taller elf.
'Amin essar Faramir,' (My name is Faramir) he said shakily.
'A' lile leme vassan Gandalf,' (Ah, you journeyed with Gandalf) said the other.
'Manke…' (Where…) began the man holding him but the first elf cut him off with a wave of his hand.
'Amin tyava dae' (I feel the shadow) murmured the other, glancing around the clearing nervously.
'N'uma!' (Run!) hissed the man, just as a dark shadow moved across the dry ground. Faramir didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted after the two elves, who flitted in and out of the trees. Behind him, he couldn't hear anything except the man Elessar's harsh breathing, but the feeling in his stomach told him they were being pursued. His fear getting the best of him he tripped over his own feet, causing Elessar to run into him, and he too, fell to the ground.
"Shit!" swore Elessar as they were instantly surrounded by tall, black cloaked figures, with gleaming yellow eyes.
'Dina edan!' (Quiet human!) hissed one of the dark elves, his voice a low whisper.
"What…" Faramir began to whisper but Elessar shot him a look that said, *Shut up, you'll know when to go.*
All the dark elves began to chuckle evily as they began to advance on the two humans.
With a cry Elessar flung himself at the dark elf who had spoke to them, and cleaved his head off with his sword. Following his lead Faramir slashed left and right with his short sword, Boromir's voice ringing in his ears. Slash, step to the right, parry, thrust…'
Faramir did so, weaving his way in and out of the foul creatures. He looked over to Elessar who too was killing the dark elves. They shared a brief smile before returning to the battle at hand. Somehow despite them being severely outnumbered Faramir felt secure with his brother's voice in his head and Elessar by his side.
