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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: Damn, I almost made you all wait an entire month! Jesus, sorry about that! Things have been quite hectic, what with going away on holiday n'all.
Anyway, I've written the plot for up to the start of Return Of The King, all I need now is to get cracking and write the entire thing out properly! So, here goes... *opens her Bible... err, copy of Lord Of The Rings to use for reference*
Edit: Leigha, I have edited the story to include the full quote. I originally hadn't included it because I figured I'd be using a bit too much from the book... but, if it's what the reader wants, who am I to refuse?!
Also, about my holiday; I had a fantastic time, and barely saw *him* the entire time. I did have to sit next to him at one point, but I moved quickly and pulled my friend Marc down so he was between me and that guy. But really, I had a fantastic time, saw an amazing band, and partied all weekend. It was great :)
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Chapter 24
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I was rudely awoken from my dreams by the shouts of my name echoing around the camp, along with the names of Legolas, Aragorn and Candra. I opened my eyes and was about to growl some nasty remark in the direction of Nalin (who was the one calling), when I noticed an old man at the edge of the camp.
I sat up straight, and without removing my gaze from the man, reached for my knives, and made sure my bow and arrow were in within arms reach, but still kept hold of Legolas with my free hand.
Aragorn on the other hand stood straight up and welcomed the man, "Come and be warm, if you are cold!" he made a movement toward the old man.
I rolled my eyes and was about to comment on the fact that he was welcoming a complete stranger, who could just possibly be SARUMAN into our camp, when the man disappeared. 'Huh' I thought to myself.
Legolas called out suddenly, "The horses! They're gone!" I looked around wilding for them, but they weren't there.
"Oh great," I said, groaning, "Éomer's going to kill us." I flopped back down and stared up at the sky.
"Looks like we're on feet again," commented Candra after a short silence.
Gimli grumbled slightly, and threw some more wood on the fire, "I think it was Saruman," he said as he took a seat by the fire.
Nalin nodded her agreement, "Éomer did say that Saruman had been seen, walking around like an old beggar... and that guy certainly looked like an old beggar to me."
"Might have been, might not have been, we cant find out now," I said bluntly, lying back down against the tree, and pulling Legolas down aswell.
Aragorn nodded, "I will watch for a while now, you two can get some sleep. Rest while you can."
"I'll join you," Candra offered, sitting up and yawning slightly.
"No," Aragorn said with a slightly chuckle, "You seem quite tired, rest now."
Candra didnt argue - she was quite tired after all, and she fell asleep almost immediately as she lay back on the ground.
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Meanwhile, at the Entmoot...
Pippin looked at Merry. Merry looked at Pippin. Bramblerose looked at Ruby. Ruby looked at Bramblerose. They all looked at the Ents.
"Hoom, hom, hrum, hm..." Pippin said in a voice low enough so as only Merry, Bramblerose and Ruby could hear. The other Hobbit's sniggered.
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Candra woke me at dawn, and informed me that we were going to set out to search some more after we'd eaten. I frowned. Why hadnt I been woken up for my watch?
I shrugged it off for the moment, and got up with a stretch, before making my way over to the side of the fire to eat. I looked at the food. Lembas. As much as I love lembas (and believe me, I do love lembas), after eating them, and nothing but them for about 3 days, they start lose their charm.
I took a bite from my lembas cake, and cringed as the familiar dry cake crumbled in my mouth. Before my lembas-diet, I would have savoured the way that the dry cake seemed to melt as it crumbled, and filled my mouth with a sweet and sugary taste. Now, as I tasted it for the 3rd day running, I vowed to myself... when I am done with this quest, I am taking up Hobbit philosophies on food.
When I had finished my 'breakfast', I turned to Legolas accusingly.
"Why was I not woken for my watch?" I asked him, knowing that he had the watch before mine.
Legolas glanced at the floor before mumbling the answer, "You looked so peaceful sleeping, I hadnt the heart to wake you."
Hearing him say that, I couldnt stop myself from grinning broadly from ear to ear.
Gimli snorted, "You've gone soft, Legolas." Nalin sniggered.
Legolas turned to Gimli and glared; it was a glare that could have turned the Dwarves to stone, had that been the purpose. However, luckily for the Dwarves, it just made them shut up.
Aragorn, being the smart man that he is, decided at this point to change the subject to what had happened the night before.
"Legolas, Syndarys, about last night. I have been thinking. Could you hear the horses after they disappeared from our view? Did they sound like they had ran in terror?"
I shook my head, "I did not hear them; I was more focused on the man."
"I heard them clearly," Legolas said, "And strangely, they were not frightened; quite the opposite, they were filled with sudden gladness, as though coming across some old friend they had long missed."
Aragorn nodded, "So I thought, but we cant find out exactly what happened unless they return."
Candra broke in, "It is light enough to search now, let us make the most of the daylight."
Aragorn agreed with Candra, and set about giving us instructions on where to search, despite the fact we already knew. Aragorn seems to enjoy ordering people around... he'll make a fantastic King, I think.
We quickly searched around where the Riders of Rohan had attacked the Orcs. I noted how Nalin was sticking close to Gimli, and how Candra seemed glued to Aragorn and smiled. It was cute the way they dug through the Orc ashes and remains together.
I stuck to the edge of the clearing, away from the charred Orc remains; I didnt fancy getting dead Orc in my hair, it would be hell to wash out.
After a short while, Aragorn gave a shout calling all of us over to him. He'd found a mallorn-leaf which had been used to wrap some lembas. I cringe at the thought of the waybread. He'd also found some cord which had been cut.
"And here's the knife that cut the cord," Gimli said as he picked up the blade from the grass where it lay.
"How on earth can Orcs use weapons so... ugly?" I asked eyeing the weapon with disgust.
"Well Syndarys, Orcs arent exactly the most cultured of races..." Candra said with alot of humour behind her voice. I scowled at her.
Legolas frowned slightly, "Hmmm, this is quite a riddle," he said examining the pieces of evidence. "A bound prisoner escapes both from the Orcs, and the Riders of Rohan. Then he stops, while still in the open, and cuts his bonds with an orc-knife. But how and why? For if his legs were tied, how did he walk? And if his arms were tied, how did he used the knife? And then, to top it all off, he stops and quietly has a snack! That is enough at least to tell us that the prisoner was a Hobbit!" I snigger, knowing that it's true. "After that," Legolas continued, "I supposed he turned his arms into wings and flew away singing into the trees. It should be easy to find him: we only need wings ourselves!" At this point my sniggering has turned into full of giggles and laughter. Legolas can be so.... sarcastic sometimes, dont you agree?
Aragorn the butted in, explaining that the Hobbit had been carried by an Orc to where we were, and then the Orc had been killed, and dragged away. But the Hobbit had hidden. Lucky for the Hobbit.
I sighed, "Well, that at least tells us that one Hobbit is alive. But which one? And are there more than one still alive? Personally, I'd like to keep the use of the word 'Hobbit' down to a minimum, and the word 'Hobbits' to a max."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
After a short discussion (a rather one sided discussion, as it was Aragorn who did most of the talking. Stupid human.), it was decided that we would continue further into the forest of Fangorn, much to the annoyance of the Dwarves, the indifference of the Humans, and the delight of us Elves.
We headed toward the Entwash, because Aragorn said that the Hobbits would have made for it. I didnt agree with him, the Hobbits we're talking about arent exactly the most sensible Hobbits on the face of the planet. I mean, Pippin is with them, for gods sake! But we go there anyway.
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TBC... R&R!
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: Damn, I almost made you all wait an entire month! Jesus, sorry about that! Things have been quite hectic, what with going away on holiday n'all.
Anyway, I've written the plot for up to the start of Return Of The King, all I need now is to get cracking and write the entire thing out properly! So, here goes... *opens her Bible... err, copy of Lord Of The Rings to use for reference*
Edit: Leigha, I have edited the story to include the full quote. I originally hadn't included it because I figured I'd be using a bit too much from the book... but, if it's what the reader wants, who am I to refuse?!
Also, about my holiday; I had a fantastic time, and barely saw *him* the entire time. I did have to sit next to him at one point, but I moved quickly and pulled my friend Marc down so he was between me and that guy. But really, I had a fantastic time, saw an amazing band, and partied all weekend. It was great :)
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Chapter 24
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I was rudely awoken from my dreams by the shouts of my name echoing around the camp, along with the names of Legolas, Aragorn and Candra. I opened my eyes and was about to growl some nasty remark in the direction of Nalin (who was the one calling), when I noticed an old man at the edge of the camp.
I sat up straight, and without removing my gaze from the man, reached for my knives, and made sure my bow and arrow were in within arms reach, but still kept hold of Legolas with my free hand.
Aragorn on the other hand stood straight up and welcomed the man, "Come and be warm, if you are cold!" he made a movement toward the old man.
I rolled my eyes and was about to comment on the fact that he was welcoming a complete stranger, who could just possibly be SARUMAN into our camp, when the man disappeared. 'Huh' I thought to myself.
Legolas called out suddenly, "The horses! They're gone!" I looked around wilding for them, but they weren't there.
"Oh great," I said, groaning, "Éomer's going to kill us." I flopped back down and stared up at the sky.
"Looks like we're on feet again," commented Candra after a short silence.
Gimli grumbled slightly, and threw some more wood on the fire, "I think it was Saruman," he said as he took a seat by the fire.
Nalin nodded her agreement, "Éomer did say that Saruman had been seen, walking around like an old beggar... and that guy certainly looked like an old beggar to me."
"Might have been, might not have been, we cant find out now," I said bluntly, lying back down against the tree, and pulling Legolas down aswell.
Aragorn nodded, "I will watch for a while now, you two can get some sleep. Rest while you can."
"I'll join you," Candra offered, sitting up and yawning slightly.
"No," Aragorn said with a slightly chuckle, "You seem quite tired, rest now."
Candra didnt argue - she was quite tired after all, and she fell asleep almost immediately as she lay back on the ground.
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Meanwhile, at the Entmoot...
Pippin looked at Merry. Merry looked at Pippin. Bramblerose looked at Ruby. Ruby looked at Bramblerose. They all looked at the Ents.
"Hoom, hom, hrum, hm..." Pippin said in a voice low enough so as only Merry, Bramblerose and Ruby could hear. The other Hobbit's sniggered.
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Candra woke me at dawn, and informed me that we were going to set out to search some more after we'd eaten. I frowned. Why hadnt I been woken up for my watch?
I shrugged it off for the moment, and got up with a stretch, before making my way over to the side of the fire to eat. I looked at the food. Lembas. As much as I love lembas (and believe me, I do love lembas), after eating them, and nothing but them for about 3 days, they start lose their charm.
I took a bite from my lembas cake, and cringed as the familiar dry cake crumbled in my mouth. Before my lembas-diet, I would have savoured the way that the dry cake seemed to melt as it crumbled, and filled my mouth with a sweet and sugary taste. Now, as I tasted it for the 3rd day running, I vowed to myself... when I am done with this quest, I am taking up Hobbit philosophies on food.
When I had finished my 'breakfast', I turned to Legolas accusingly.
"Why was I not woken for my watch?" I asked him, knowing that he had the watch before mine.
Legolas glanced at the floor before mumbling the answer, "You looked so peaceful sleeping, I hadnt the heart to wake you."
Hearing him say that, I couldnt stop myself from grinning broadly from ear to ear.
Gimli snorted, "You've gone soft, Legolas." Nalin sniggered.
Legolas turned to Gimli and glared; it was a glare that could have turned the Dwarves to stone, had that been the purpose. However, luckily for the Dwarves, it just made them shut up.
Aragorn, being the smart man that he is, decided at this point to change the subject to what had happened the night before.
"Legolas, Syndarys, about last night. I have been thinking. Could you hear the horses after they disappeared from our view? Did they sound like they had ran in terror?"
I shook my head, "I did not hear them; I was more focused on the man."
"I heard them clearly," Legolas said, "And strangely, they were not frightened; quite the opposite, they were filled with sudden gladness, as though coming across some old friend they had long missed."
Aragorn nodded, "So I thought, but we cant find out exactly what happened unless they return."
Candra broke in, "It is light enough to search now, let us make the most of the daylight."
Aragorn agreed with Candra, and set about giving us instructions on where to search, despite the fact we already knew. Aragorn seems to enjoy ordering people around... he'll make a fantastic King, I think.
We quickly searched around where the Riders of Rohan had attacked the Orcs. I noted how Nalin was sticking close to Gimli, and how Candra seemed glued to Aragorn and smiled. It was cute the way they dug through the Orc ashes and remains together.
I stuck to the edge of the clearing, away from the charred Orc remains; I didnt fancy getting dead Orc in my hair, it would be hell to wash out.
After a short while, Aragorn gave a shout calling all of us over to him. He'd found a mallorn-leaf which had been used to wrap some lembas. I cringe at the thought of the waybread. He'd also found some cord which had been cut.
"And here's the knife that cut the cord," Gimli said as he picked up the blade from the grass where it lay.
"How on earth can Orcs use weapons so... ugly?" I asked eyeing the weapon with disgust.
"Well Syndarys, Orcs arent exactly the most cultured of races..." Candra said with alot of humour behind her voice. I scowled at her.
Legolas frowned slightly, "Hmmm, this is quite a riddle," he said examining the pieces of evidence. "A bound prisoner escapes both from the Orcs, and the Riders of Rohan. Then he stops, while still in the open, and cuts his bonds with an orc-knife. But how and why? For if his legs were tied, how did he walk? And if his arms were tied, how did he used the knife? And then, to top it all off, he stops and quietly has a snack! That is enough at least to tell us that the prisoner was a Hobbit!" I snigger, knowing that it's true. "After that," Legolas continued, "I supposed he turned his arms into wings and flew away singing into the trees. It should be easy to find him: we only need wings ourselves!" At this point my sniggering has turned into full of giggles and laughter. Legolas can be so.... sarcastic sometimes, dont you agree?
Aragorn the butted in, explaining that the Hobbit had been carried by an Orc to where we were, and then the Orc had been killed, and dragged away. But the Hobbit had hidden. Lucky for the Hobbit.
I sighed, "Well, that at least tells us that one Hobbit is alive. But which one? And are there more than one still alive? Personally, I'd like to keep the use of the word 'Hobbit' down to a minimum, and the word 'Hobbits' to a max."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
After a short discussion (a rather one sided discussion, as it was Aragorn who did most of the talking. Stupid human.), it was decided that we would continue further into the forest of Fangorn, much to the annoyance of the Dwarves, the indifference of the Humans, and the delight of us Elves.
We headed toward the Entwash, because Aragorn said that the Hobbits would have made for it. I didnt agree with him, the Hobbits we're talking about arent exactly the most sensible Hobbits on the face of the planet. I mean, Pippin is with them, for gods sake! But we go there anyway.
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TBC... R&R!
