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Fellowship Of The Fangirls
by TigerBabe aka Syndarys The Elf.
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Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am but a poor student, who lives off beans on toast. Suing me would be pointless... unless you want to deprive me of my beans on toast.
Authors Notes & Warnings: Shameless self insertion, along with some other people (e.g, my sister, Ivy). Rated PG for possible swearing, and rabid fangirls. Flame if you wish, but flames will just be used to cook my beans on toast. Also, it's *NOW* based on the book, due to the fact the Two Towers movie hasnt been released yet... but you already knew that.
Extra Notes: All of you who answered the question correctly shall have a strand of Legolas's hair shipped to some some time within the next... ooohhh... 1,000,000 years, if you're lucky.
I appologise in advance for the poor, sorry & crappy attempt at poetry.
For the first half of this, I was in a romantic mood, so my appologises if this is a bit more soppy than you'd like it to be... for the second half, I was in a sarcastic silly mood, so appologises if it's too... weird...
From now on, I'm putting any Elven words/phrases in square brackets next to the word/phrase so you dont have to scroll all the way down to the bottom each time you want to know what it means. I'm nice, arent I?!
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Chapter 21
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"Pippin's brooch!" I cried. "Oh, I do hope he's alright, and Merry too!"
"I think Pippin ran off the trail on purpose, to leave us a clue as to help us follow them. At least we know now that they're healthy enough to run, and that his arms and lets were not binded," Aragorn said, "Though the punishment he received from the Orcs for trying to escape, as it would seem to them, I do not wish to think about."
Candra sighed, "Let us move on, and waste no more time in finding them!"
Without a word we walked until nightfall across the level plains, halting to talk only when Aragorn called of us. After a quick discussion, it was decided that we should wait until sunrise before continuing on the hunt. Both human's and dwarves need rest more than Elves, and so both Legolas and I volunteered for the first watch. As soon as they lay down, they fell asleep; Nalin and Gimli resting beside eachother, Nalin's fingers entwined in Gimli's beard, and Aragorn with his arms wrapped around Candra's waist as they slept. I cast them a small glance with a smile playing on my lips, before turning to Legolas and whispering quietly to him.
"What troubles you so, Legolas?" I asked him gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"We're not going to catch up with them," he sighed, "they will reach Isengard before us."
I nodded to him, understanding. "See anything?" I asked, watching him staring out across the plains.
"I see fields," he said with a sigh, "and nothing more."
"Oh come now Legolas, a poet such as yourself should see so much more than just fields!" I told him.
He turned to me with a smile, "And what do you see, Syndarys?"
I smiled softly, and looked out across the plains before replying quietly. "I see long fields of grass, though not green in colour; rather, a blue hue from the moon has covered them, like the deep blue of your eyes stretched out before me as far as the eye can see. And of course, there's much more than just the fields, there are animals out there... little mice, and spiders, and some birds aswell - if you listen closely you can hear them, the mice softly scurrying, the birds quietly tweeting, can you hear them?" I turned back to Legolas to await his answer.
He looked at me, with his mouth open and eyes wide. "Wow," he said, a smile forming across his lips, "who'd have known you had such a poetic side to yourself?" he mused.
"Ah, I learned from the best!" I said with a laugh.
"Where did you learn to speak like that?" he asked with wonder.
Mischief sparkled in my eyes as I replied... "Tom Bombadil."
Legolas began to laugh, and I smiled.
"Ah, so I have lightened your mood, hmm, fair prince?" I said gently to him, as I took a seat on the ground by his feet.
"You have indeed!" he said, sitting down beside me.
"Would you try to lighten mine in return?" I asked, "I would very much love to hear you sing..."
"Any particular song?" he asked. He sounded as if he was going to go along with it, so I was pleased.
"Nope, anything, just go with the flow..." I replied.
Legolas took a deep breath and began,
"Eyes as deep as the oceans,
Skin as flawless as mithril,
Hair as bright as gold,
Lips as red as rubys,
And the purest of souls,
An angel among the living,
A queen among the Elves,
A goddess to be worshipped,
A delight to behold,
More valuble than gold,
A smile as bright as sunshine,
A glare as hard as ice,
A laugh as melodic as bell-chimes,
A tear as a window to her soul,
Emotions are clearly shown,
The more I gaze upon her,
The more beauty I can see,
The most innocent of features,
How beautiful can you be?"
I had drifted off to sleep during the third verse, and so didnt hear the last verse, or the quiet words Legolas whispered after he trailed off. Legolas gently brushed the hair off my sleeping face, gazed into my open-sleeping eyes, and smiled.
"Amin nowamin mela lle,[I think I love you]" he whispered.
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2 days later, as we continued our hunt, walking toward the Forest of Fanghorn, and had just climbed a small hill, Legolas put his hand out to stop me from walking.
"Wha..?" I turned around to see him shading his eyes and gazing out into the distance. I turned to see what he was looking at, and saw the small figures of men on horseback, baring spears.
"Woah," I said, as I took in the number - 105 of them!
"Riders!" Aragorn cried finally, as he managed to adjust his eyes to accomodate for the distance.
Legolas jumped in before me, "Yes, there are one hundred and five. They have yellow hair, and are carrying bright spears. Their leader is tall."
I pouted, "Beat me to it."
Aragorn smiled and laugher slightly, "Keen are the eyes of Elves," he said.
I smirked at him, "They're only five leagues away," I said with a shrug.
Gimli kindly pointed out that we wouldnt be able to escape them, due to the surrounding land being so flat.
Candra jumped in, "We could wait and ask them for any news? They are riding back down the trail we have been following, maybe they got there first and have killed all the Orcs?"
"There are three empty saddles," Legolas said, looking out again.
"No Hobbits though," I added.
"No matter what kind of news, evil or good, we shall wait as Candra suggested," he spared a smile for her, "Let us sit at the base of this hill."
We continued to wait, and time passed slowly. Gimli and Nalin were uneasy, but Aragorn told them some small tales of when he had visited them, which calmed them slightly, though they were still unsure.
"You will soon learn the truth," said Legolas, "Already they approach."
After a short wait, the horsemen came into view. The horses were fine, proud and strong. Their grey coats glistening in the sun, and their long black tails flowed behind them in the wind. Though the horses were not what drew my attention.
The men on these horses were gorgeous - they were tall and lean, with long braided hair. They carried in their hands long silver spears, and upon their backs they held painted shields. Each of them wore long swords at their belts, and wore slightly tarnished mail.
Both me, Candra and Nalin did everything we could to prevent outselves from drooling.
Then, suddenly, Aragorn stood up and called to them, "What news from the North, Riders of Rohan?"
As quick as lightening the riders turned and surrounded us, pointing a barrior of spears at us. I groaned inwardly, Aragorn just *HAD* to go and draw attention to us, didnt he?
Then, one of the riders rode forward. He looked like he was incharge. He was much taller, and much more attractive than the rest of them. Yup, had to be in charge.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in this land?" He asked, forcefully, but still civally.
I nudged Aragorn forward slightly, as if to say 'you got us into this, you get us out'.
"I am called Strider," he answered. I groaned inwardly yet again - why couldnt the man stick to just one name? - "I came out of the North. I am hunting Orcs."
The rider lept from his horse and handed his spear to another of the riders. He then drew his sword and stood face to face with Aragorn, studying him almost, to see if he could see any visible handicaps should they fight.
"At first, I thought you were Orcs," the Rider started, "but now I see that is not so... you must know little of Orcs if you go hunting them like this! For you would soon have turned from hunters to prey should you have ever overtaken them," he looked Aragorn over again, "But there is something strange about you, Strider," he said, "That is no name for a man that you give. And strange too is your raiment. How did you escape our site? Are you Elvish folk?"
Aragorn shook his head, "Only two of my companions here are Elves; Legolas from Mirkwood, and Syndarys from..." he paused, and turned to me, "Where are you from anyway?"
"I was born in Mirkwood, but I travelled to Lothlórien at a young age, then I went to Rivendell, and I've also been to many other places in Middle earth..." I replied.
"Mirkwood will do fine," he said, turning back to the Rider, "Syndarys also from Mirkwood. But we have passed through Lothlórien, and the gifts and favour of the Lady Galadriel go with us."
The rider seemed quite impressed with that, but his eyes quickly darkened, "Then there is a Lady in the Golden Wood, as old tales tell!" he said, "Few have escapse her nets, they say," he paused and turned to the rest of the group. "Why do you not speak?"
Gimli stood and seemed angered, judging by the way he grabbed the handle of his axe. "Give me your name, and I will give you mine," he said.
"Well, the stranger should declare himself first, yet I will tell you my name first. I am Éomer son of Éomund and am called the Third Marshal Of Riddermark."
With that, Candra pulled her hood down, and gazed up at him, "Éomer?!" he cried out.
He turned to her with a look of shock, before sheething his sword again, and moving to embrace her.
"It's been such a long time, Candra! How are you?" he asked, the harshness of his tone completely gone, and nothing but friendliness within his voice.
The rest of us shared bewildered glances, before Candra turned to us, and cleared her throat.
"Everyone, meet Éomer, Éomer, meet Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Nalin, and Syndarys, my friends. Éomer is my second cousin on my mother's side," she said with beaming admiration for Éomer.
I shrugged and sat myself back down on the floor - we didnt seem to be in anymore danger, and I'd be damned if I were gonna stand without a reason to do so. Candra and Éomer started to talk, and babble on about family and stuff, very non-interesting stuff if you ask me, but hey! The rest of the Fellowships soon sat down beside me, and passed the time by doing eachothers hair, though no-one dared touch Aragorn's, as we werent sure when was the last time he washed it.
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TBC... Review, review!
Fellowship Of The Fangirls
by TigerBabe aka Syndarys The Elf.
******
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am but a poor student, who lives off beans on toast. Suing me would be pointless... unless you want to deprive me of my beans on toast.
Authors Notes & Warnings: Shameless self insertion, along with some other people (e.g, my sister, Ivy). Rated PG for possible swearing, and rabid fangirls. Flame if you wish, but flames will just be used to cook my beans on toast. Also, it's *NOW* based on the book, due to the fact the Two Towers movie hasnt been released yet... but you already knew that.
Extra Notes: All of you who answered the question correctly shall have a strand of Legolas's hair shipped to some some time within the next... ooohhh... 1,000,000 years, if you're lucky.
I appologise in advance for the poor, sorry & crappy attempt at poetry.
For the first half of this, I was in a romantic mood, so my appologises if this is a bit more soppy than you'd like it to be... for the second half, I was in a sarcastic silly mood, so appologises if it's too... weird...
From now on, I'm putting any Elven words/phrases in square brackets next to the word/phrase so you dont have to scroll all the way down to the bottom each time you want to know what it means. I'm nice, arent I?!
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Chapter 21
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"Pippin's brooch!" I cried. "Oh, I do hope he's alright, and Merry too!"
"I think Pippin ran off the trail on purpose, to leave us a clue as to help us follow them. At least we know now that they're healthy enough to run, and that his arms and lets were not binded," Aragorn said, "Though the punishment he received from the Orcs for trying to escape, as it would seem to them, I do not wish to think about."
Candra sighed, "Let us move on, and waste no more time in finding them!"
Without a word we walked until nightfall across the level plains, halting to talk only when Aragorn called of us. After a quick discussion, it was decided that we should wait until sunrise before continuing on the hunt. Both human's and dwarves need rest more than Elves, and so both Legolas and I volunteered for the first watch. As soon as they lay down, they fell asleep; Nalin and Gimli resting beside eachother, Nalin's fingers entwined in Gimli's beard, and Aragorn with his arms wrapped around Candra's waist as they slept. I cast them a small glance with a smile playing on my lips, before turning to Legolas and whispering quietly to him.
"What troubles you so, Legolas?" I asked him gently, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"We're not going to catch up with them," he sighed, "they will reach Isengard before us."
I nodded to him, understanding. "See anything?" I asked, watching him staring out across the plains.
"I see fields," he said with a sigh, "and nothing more."
"Oh come now Legolas, a poet such as yourself should see so much more than just fields!" I told him.
He turned to me with a smile, "And what do you see, Syndarys?"
I smiled softly, and looked out across the plains before replying quietly. "I see long fields of grass, though not green in colour; rather, a blue hue from the moon has covered them, like the deep blue of your eyes stretched out before me as far as the eye can see. And of course, there's much more than just the fields, there are animals out there... little mice, and spiders, and some birds aswell - if you listen closely you can hear them, the mice softly scurrying, the birds quietly tweeting, can you hear them?" I turned back to Legolas to await his answer.
He looked at me, with his mouth open and eyes wide. "Wow," he said, a smile forming across his lips, "who'd have known you had such a poetic side to yourself?" he mused.
"Ah, I learned from the best!" I said with a laugh.
"Where did you learn to speak like that?" he asked with wonder.
Mischief sparkled in my eyes as I replied... "Tom Bombadil."
Legolas began to laugh, and I smiled.
"Ah, so I have lightened your mood, hmm, fair prince?" I said gently to him, as I took a seat on the ground by his feet.
"You have indeed!" he said, sitting down beside me.
"Would you try to lighten mine in return?" I asked, "I would very much love to hear you sing..."
"Any particular song?" he asked. He sounded as if he was going to go along with it, so I was pleased.
"Nope, anything, just go with the flow..." I replied.
Legolas took a deep breath and began,
"Eyes as deep as the oceans,
Skin as flawless as mithril,
Hair as bright as gold,
Lips as red as rubys,
And the purest of souls,
An angel among the living,
A queen among the Elves,
A goddess to be worshipped,
A delight to behold,
More valuble than gold,
A smile as bright as sunshine,
A glare as hard as ice,
A laugh as melodic as bell-chimes,
A tear as a window to her soul,
Emotions are clearly shown,
The more I gaze upon her,
The more beauty I can see,
The most innocent of features,
How beautiful can you be?"
I had drifted off to sleep during the third verse, and so didnt hear the last verse, or the quiet words Legolas whispered after he trailed off. Legolas gently brushed the hair off my sleeping face, gazed into my open-sleeping eyes, and smiled.
"Amin nowamin mela lle,[I think I love you]" he whispered.
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2 days later, as we continued our hunt, walking toward the Forest of Fanghorn, and had just climbed a small hill, Legolas put his hand out to stop me from walking.
"Wha..?" I turned around to see him shading his eyes and gazing out into the distance. I turned to see what he was looking at, and saw the small figures of men on horseback, baring spears.
"Woah," I said, as I took in the number - 105 of them!
"Riders!" Aragorn cried finally, as he managed to adjust his eyes to accomodate for the distance.
Legolas jumped in before me, "Yes, there are one hundred and five. They have yellow hair, and are carrying bright spears. Their leader is tall."
I pouted, "Beat me to it."
Aragorn smiled and laugher slightly, "Keen are the eyes of Elves," he said.
I smirked at him, "They're only five leagues away," I said with a shrug.
Gimli kindly pointed out that we wouldnt be able to escape them, due to the surrounding land being so flat.
Candra jumped in, "We could wait and ask them for any news? They are riding back down the trail we have been following, maybe they got there first and have killed all the Orcs?"
"There are three empty saddles," Legolas said, looking out again.
"No Hobbits though," I added.
"No matter what kind of news, evil or good, we shall wait as Candra suggested," he spared a smile for her, "Let us sit at the base of this hill."
We continued to wait, and time passed slowly. Gimli and Nalin were uneasy, but Aragorn told them some small tales of when he had visited them, which calmed them slightly, though they were still unsure.
"You will soon learn the truth," said Legolas, "Already they approach."
After a short wait, the horsemen came into view. The horses were fine, proud and strong. Their grey coats glistening in the sun, and their long black tails flowed behind them in the wind. Though the horses were not what drew my attention.
The men on these horses were gorgeous - they were tall and lean, with long braided hair. They carried in their hands long silver spears, and upon their backs they held painted shields. Each of them wore long swords at their belts, and wore slightly tarnished mail.
Both me, Candra and Nalin did everything we could to prevent outselves from drooling.
Then, suddenly, Aragorn stood up and called to them, "What news from the North, Riders of Rohan?"
As quick as lightening the riders turned and surrounded us, pointing a barrior of spears at us. I groaned inwardly, Aragorn just *HAD* to go and draw attention to us, didnt he?
Then, one of the riders rode forward. He looked like he was incharge. He was much taller, and much more attractive than the rest of them. Yup, had to be in charge.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in this land?" He asked, forcefully, but still civally.
I nudged Aragorn forward slightly, as if to say 'you got us into this, you get us out'.
"I am called Strider," he answered. I groaned inwardly yet again - why couldnt the man stick to just one name? - "I came out of the North. I am hunting Orcs."
The rider lept from his horse and handed his spear to another of the riders. He then drew his sword and stood face to face with Aragorn, studying him almost, to see if he could see any visible handicaps should they fight.
"At first, I thought you were Orcs," the Rider started, "but now I see that is not so... you must know little of Orcs if you go hunting them like this! For you would soon have turned from hunters to prey should you have ever overtaken them," he looked Aragorn over again, "But there is something strange about you, Strider," he said, "That is no name for a man that you give. And strange too is your raiment. How did you escape our site? Are you Elvish folk?"
Aragorn shook his head, "Only two of my companions here are Elves; Legolas from Mirkwood, and Syndarys from..." he paused, and turned to me, "Where are you from anyway?"
"I was born in Mirkwood, but I travelled to Lothlórien at a young age, then I went to Rivendell, and I've also been to many other places in Middle earth..." I replied.
"Mirkwood will do fine," he said, turning back to the Rider, "Syndarys also from Mirkwood. But we have passed through Lothlórien, and the gifts and favour of the Lady Galadriel go with us."
The rider seemed quite impressed with that, but his eyes quickly darkened, "Then there is a Lady in the Golden Wood, as old tales tell!" he said, "Few have escapse her nets, they say," he paused and turned to the rest of the group. "Why do you not speak?"
Gimli stood and seemed angered, judging by the way he grabbed the handle of his axe. "Give me your name, and I will give you mine," he said.
"Well, the stranger should declare himself first, yet I will tell you my name first. I am Éomer son of Éomund and am called the Third Marshal Of Riddermark."
With that, Candra pulled her hood down, and gazed up at him, "Éomer?!" he cried out.
He turned to her with a look of shock, before sheething his sword again, and moving to embrace her.
"It's been such a long time, Candra! How are you?" he asked, the harshness of his tone completely gone, and nothing but friendliness within his voice.
The rest of us shared bewildered glances, before Candra turned to us, and cleared her throat.
"Everyone, meet Éomer, Éomer, meet Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Nalin, and Syndarys, my friends. Éomer is my second cousin on my mother's side," she said with beaming admiration for Éomer.
I shrugged and sat myself back down on the floor - we didnt seem to be in anymore danger, and I'd be damned if I were gonna stand without a reason to do so. Candra and Éomer started to talk, and babble on about family and stuff, very non-interesting stuff if you ask me, but hey! The rest of the Fellowships soon sat down beside me, and passed the time by doing eachothers hair, though no-one dared touch Aragorn's, as we werent sure when was the last time he washed it.
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TBC... Review, review!
