AN: Chapter three?? yup...okay...
Dark Angel: yeah, I feel the same way too, I might even do a prologue to this story which...well...introduces everything and maybe even how Aragorn and Aliyana came into being...dunno.
Aragorn and Aliyana headed down the passages fast, feeling fear grip them once again. Their mother was dying and they both knew it. They both heard a loud shriek of an Uruk-Hai behind them, pulsing after them, poisoning the castle with every step it took, black blood still running from their wounds, dripping on the floor.
As soon as the children reached another corridor they saw another Orcish horde awaiting them. There was no way out yet again, they howled with delight to see the fear that they were instilling the humans. They advanced slowly on the little ones, holding out their swords. They could almost smell the children's blood, poured on the floor. Fingal smiled and evil smile, one of contempt. "There is nowhere for you to run now. Come with me and I will spare you," Fingal held out his hand, beckoning for them to come. "I would rather die than join with you, or suffer great torture that you have already devised for us," Aragorn spat. Fingal tightened his jaw and narrowed his eyes as he brought his hand back " Such strong words for such a small boy can often lead him into what he asks," Aragorn was very afraid, but he tried to look like that he wasn't, failing miserably. Fingal leered as he nodded the Uruk-Hai forward.
Aliyana put both of her palms together, hoping that what ever her mother taught her would work against them. She concentrated, brow furrowing in focus. Aragorn looked at her strangely "Praying to *Eru isn't going to help us now!". She ignored her brother as she pulled her palms apart as they were both filled with a azure light.
The Orcs stopped and looked at this new devilry. They could not fathom how such a young one could wield so much power. With that, she raised her palms up, sweat was breaking on her upper lip. A wave of electricity knocked the Uruk-Hai out of one corridor, sending them tumbling over the edge of a parapet. The children ran, Aliyana was weakened and she slowed down.
One Uruk-Hai grabbed her and lifted her off the ground, she screamed with fear "Aragorn! Run! Go now!!! Get Fionn and Father!!" Aragorn stood watching her sister being carried off by the Uruk-Hai. Then with wide eyes as they were coming after him, he ran screaming behind himself, over the cry of Men and Orc as well as the wind, rain, and thunder "I will come back for you, Aliyana! I promise!!!"
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Fionn and Arathorn braved the storm across the open parapits. The rain was coming down so hard that it felt like glass cutting their faces, the wind shrieked in their ears, and the thunder boomed, the lightning scraped the sky, they both were so close to it that they heard its sickening crackle and scream. Their hair was matted by the wind and rain blowing to one side of their face. Arathorn was able to get brief glances of his army fighting down below with the orcish hordes. The great blazing fires, the many that lay dead and constantly being trampled over, the screams. He forced himself on and thought of his children.
Fionn was sure when he would see his brother again, he would kill him. Although, it was easier said than done, for they had a previous friendship that Fionn wished to keep, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to. He loved Acacia very much, in the way of friend ship, and he held Arathorn and the Children very dear to him as well.
As they were crossing another parapet, they heard the running of something small. It was Aragorn...being followed by something bigger. They saw the Uruk-Hai coming closely after, screaming in their blood lust. And after them all, Fingal merely walked sword in hand, an infamous smile curving at his lips, like a cruel scimitar.
Aragorn slipped in the rain, the cold stone breaking his arm, the bone pulled and twisted in some strange angle. The boy screamed in pain, tears clouding his vision. The Uruk-Hai waited impatiently for Fingal, who was behind the kneeling boy. He grasped Aragorn's shoulder-length black hair tightly, forcing his head back as he placed his own blade on the boy's neck. Aragorn swallowed hard feeling the sharpness of the blade against the soft skin of his throat. Fionn drew his sword as Arathorn's eyes widened at the sight, bringing his sword in a defense stance.
Fingal looked at the Man and the Elf from slitted eyes with a smirk on his face. "I will kill your son, Arathorn. We already have your daughter...you must call defeat in order for him to live, and give Minas Anor to us," Aragorn struggled, his eyes tearing up in the pain of his arm, Fingal's smile got even darker. Arathorn's eyes narrowed "Where have you taken my duaghter?" The wind howled its blasphemous song, and Fingal was reveling in it "She will be taken to Minas Morgul, you knew that didn't you?". He said it so very casually that both men were enraged. Fingal nodded "I'll cut your son's throat too," .Arathorn got into a defense stance "You wouldn't,"
Aragorn cried out as the blade cut his skin slightly, a faint ruby line tracing across his neck. Arathorn was ready to pounce on them all, but Fionn held him back, Fingal nodded to his brother. Fionn narrowed his eyes "You are jealous and blind with rage, Fingal. All you wanted was what Arathorn has," That took the smile off of Fingal's face quickly as the lightning struck. "I think that you need time to think...and I shall give you time," Fingal carried Aragorn, locking his arms behind the boy's knees, with Aragorn struggling on his shoulder. "Father!!" Aragorn screamed as three Uruk-Hai ran off with Fingal. The rest stayed behind roaring with the storm's song, the great hammer of thunder striking the clouds, the great forge only began to make the lighting bolts.
Arathorn attacked with much vigor that surprised Fionn greatly, but he didn't notice it that much. He was greatly provoked as well. He notched two arrows to his bow and fired them into the nearest Orc's chest, which gave out a great cry and fell to the open parapet. The Orcs cried out for their fallen brother, screams melding into the air with great intensity. They charged forward, nearly felling Arathorn. They managed to push him over the battlements edge by wounding him fatally, him only holding on for dear life with one hand. One Uruk-Hai looked menacing over him, it's greasy, black hair managing to flutter in the wind a bit.
"Noooo!!" Fionn screamed for his friend as he looked to the parapet. With an unearthly war cry he fought, even more enraged than before, the rain stinging his eyes as well as his tears. His wounds screamed at him but he dared not stop there. He managed to kill off the rest of the orcs, by slamming one into another, their weight taking them both down, down to death. The last Uruk-Hai looked Arathorn in the eye, smiling atrocious daggers at the king of Gondor. It lined his sword up with Arathorn's hand then with a loud scream brought it down...nearly severing the King's fingers, but it stopped short with an Elven barb through its head. It staggered back and gave a great scream of defiance.
He fell over the edge and Fionn ran to the edge to save Arathorn, but with the last wit that the Orc had he grabbed for Arathorns' legs. Arathorn gave out a cry of pain as he felt his fingers slipping away from firm holding. It was a very long way down, at least a good two to three hundred feet up from the ground. Fionn grabbed Arathorn's hand. "Fionn, let me go. You're wasting time. You must save my son and daughter!" Fionn felt his tears falling "No! My friend...my blood-brother...I will not let you go!!". Arathorn closed his eyes and shouted against the wind "Tell my children that I love them...Fionn" Fionn felt his hand slipping "You were the brother I never had...I thank you," Fionn felt his last grasp of Arathorn's hand then nothing. A surge of fear went through Fionn's heart as he tried to grasp for his friend's hand again, "Nooooooooooo!!!!!!" The great King of Gondor was sucked down with the dead body of the Orc making no cry as he fell. Fionn screamed at the wind and fell to his knees as he felt pain claim his heart. His tears fell, sobs racking his body. He managed to over come his grief, with a great amount of pain. He looked ahead seeing Fingal with Aragorn and Aliyana alone. Fionn tightened his jaw, he felt raw anger now surge through his entire body. The wind screamed and howled with the lightning cracking, breaking the backs of the gods.
Fingal laughed "Oh, so you did not save the king, did you?" Fionn sneered "What in Eru's name has poisoned your mind?! Why did you join with the, *Yrch? Why!!??" Fingal had both children in robust grasp "Can you not remember that Orcs are our descendants, Fionn? They are our brothers, our kin, our own flesh and blood–" Fionn shook his head "They have changed, dammit! Can you not see?! If you were to try and take them back, they will kill you!!"
Fingal shook his head "Oh, no Fionn. You are the one who is blind, I will change them," He looked at the children, fear jolting into their eyes. Fionn looked at him in shock, then anger as he readied his blade, "If you were as so much as to sever a flake of their skin from their bodies, I will kill you," Fingal left the children to the doorway and drew his own steel, "If you wish to 'quarrel', Fionn, then I will meet your demands," Fingal's eyes suddenly grew dark with hate as did Fionn's.
With that, Fingal charged and brought his blade up to cut Fionn in two, but Fionn blocked and forced all of his might into his brother. Fingal drew a dagger and was going to stab him, when Aragorn saw this "Fionn! Look out he has a dagger!" Fionn managed to side step, but was wounded in his arm. Fingal was managing to push him over the brink of the parapet, looking down at him with cold, hungry eyes.
Fionn gave out a yell as he regained himself from the strain, his wet hair veiling his vision. Seeing that Fingal was off his guard, he brought the butt of his sword to connect with Fingal's jaw. Fingal gave out a small shout of pain. The elf lashed out with his sword, cutting Fionn across the chest. He lunged for his stomach, but Fionn gingerly rolled out of the way, bringing his sword to meet the side of Fingal's face. It left a slender ruby line. Fingal's eyes flashed with defiance, then he stopped as if to listen to something "They are calling..." then abruptly ran the other way. Fionn chased after him a little ways, then stopped as upon that, his knees buckled with sadness and he fell to them, leaning his forearms on his sword and burying his head in them.
Why did Arathorn have to die? He asked himself that multiple times. Silent sobs began to slip their way into his breathing. Arathorn was Fionn's blood brother when he had to undertake the oath, to protect and serve him. He remembered when he had slashed his palm and so did Arathorn. They bound their hands as one. Arathorn had said to him "Welcome home, brother," Then Fionn's words were "Thank you, brother," and now he was dead. Fallen by an Orc, by his own weakness. And Acacia, she had perished as well. Why was his life so tormented in every single way? He felt the rain soak him and deposit all of their sadness and grief onto his shoulders and heart, which felt like it had been torn into two.
He heard light footsteps behind him. "Fionn?" Aragorn's voice. Fionn stood and looked ahead, the dizzyness catching in full sway. He quickly brushed that off. "Are you alright?" Aragorn asked again. Fionn turned to the two children "We cannot stay any longer. I shall tell you at Rivendell, the only safe haven I can spare you," He continued to leave, but what he heard from behind him made him stop. "What's happened to our Father?" Aliyana's voice. Fionn's eyes shut against the awful, short-lived memories.
He finally turned round slowly walked back, and kneeled in front of them, taking a hand of each of them, "Aliyana...Aragorn...Your father..." He looked into their faces, then bowed his head. Aragorn's eyes widened "No...no it can't...it can't..." he trailed off into sniffles then into sobs. Aliyana as young as she was understood and bowed her head "Why?..." she sobbed as well, they racked her body violently. Fionn took both of the children into his arms, feeling his sadness creep out of him slowly banging on the walls of his throat, like a great shadow. "Fionn," Aragorn ventured through broken tears "How...how did our father die?"
"He died most valiantly, killing many orcs, in vengeance of your mother and he needed you back very much," He took them out of his arms and looked them into their faces "He told me to say to you...that he loves you very much and that he will always remember you,"
The three cried in their unstopping grief. They stayed in the parapet for a very long time, wishing that this wasn't true, feeling the rain, wind, seeing the fires the uncontrollable flames. Knowing there was no escape from this terrible misery that was ahead of them.
AN: okay…I need at least one or two reviews before I continue…not asking much (there was one person who wanted 100 reviews before she continued) *there is a B-I-G difference* so…pul-eeze review!!! ^-~
Dark Angel: yeah, I feel the same way too, I might even do a prologue to this story which...well...introduces everything and maybe even how Aragorn and Aliyana came into being...dunno.
Aragorn and Aliyana headed down the passages fast, feeling fear grip them once again. Their mother was dying and they both knew it. They both heard a loud shriek of an Uruk-Hai behind them, pulsing after them, poisoning the castle with every step it took, black blood still running from their wounds, dripping on the floor.
As soon as the children reached another corridor they saw another Orcish horde awaiting them. There was no way out yet again, they howled with delight to see the fear that they were instilling the humans. They advanced slowly on the little ones, holding out their swords. They could almost smell the children's blood, poured on the floor. Fingal smiled and evil smile, one of contempt. "There is nowhere for you to run now. Come with me and I will spare you," Fingal held out his hand, beckoning for them to come. "I would rather die than join with you, or suffer great torture that you have already devised for us," Aragorn spat. Fingal tightened his jaw and narrowed his eyes as he brought his hand back " Such strong words for such a small boy can often lead him into what he asks," Aragorn was very afraid, but he tried to look like that he wasn't, failing miserably. Fingal leered as he nodded the Uruk-Hai forward.
Aliyana put both of her palms together, hoping that what ever her mother taught her would work against them. She concentrated, brow furrowing in focus. Aragorn looked at her strangely "Praying to *Eru isn't going to help us now!". She ignored her brother as she pulled her palms apart as they were both filled with a azure light.
The Orcs stopped and looked at this new devilry. They could not fathom how such a young one could wield so much power. With that, she raised her palms up, sweat was breaking on her upper lip. A wave of electricity knocked the Uruk-Hai out of one corridor, sending them tumbling over the edge of a parapet. The children ran, Aliyana was weakened and she slowed down.
One Uruk-Hai grabbed her and lifted her off the ground, she screamed with fear "Aragorn! Run! Go now!!! Get Fionn and Father!!" Aragorn stood watching her sister being carried off by the Uruk-Hai. Then with wide eyes as they were coming after him, he ran screaming behind himself, over the cry of Men and Orc as well as the wind, rain, and thunder "I will come back for you, Aliyana! I promise!!!"
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Fionn and Arathorn braved the storm across the open parapits. The rain was coming down so hard that it felt like glass cutting their faces, the wind shrieked in their ears, and the thunder boomed, the lightning scraped the sky, they both were so close to it that they heard its sickening crackle and scream. Their hair was matted by the wind and rain blowing to one side of their face. Arathorn was able to get brief glances of his army fighting down below with the orcish hordes. The great blazing fires, the many that lay dead and constantly being trampled over, the screams. He forced himself on and thought of his children.
Fionn was sure when he would see his brother again, he would kill him. Although, it was easier said than done, for they had a previous friendship that Fionn wished to keep, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to. He loved Acacia very much, in the way of friend ship, and he held Arathorn and the Children very dear to him as well.
As they were crossing another parapet, they heard the running of something small. It was Aragorn...being followed by something bigger. They saw the Uruk-Hai coming closely after, screaming in their blood lust. And after them all, Fingal merely walked sword in hand, an infamous smile curving at his lips, like a cruel scimitar.
Aragorn slipped in the rain, the cold stone breaking his arm, the bone pulled and twisted in some strange angle. The boy screamed in pain, tears clouding his vision. The Uruk-Hai waited impatiently for Fingal, who was behind the kneeling boy. He grasped Aragorn's shoulder-length black hair tightly, forcing his head back as he placed his own blade on the boy's neck. Aragorn swallowed hard feeling the sharpness of the blade against the soft skin of his throat. Fionn drew his sword as Arathorn's eyes widened at the sight, bringing his sword in a defense stance.
Fingal looked at the Man and the Elf from slitted eyes with a smirk on his face. "I will kill your son, Arathorn. We already have your daughter...you must call defeat in order for him to live, and give Minas Anor to us," Aragorn struggled, his eyes tearing up in the pain of his arm, Fingal's smile got even darker. Arathorn's eyes narrowed "Where have you taken my duaghter?" The wind howled its blasphemous song, and Fingal was reveling in it "She will be taken to Minas Morgul, you knew that didn't you?". He said it so very casually that both men were enraged. Fingal nodded "I'll cut your son's throat too," .Arathorn got into a defense stance "You wouldn't,"
Aragorn cried out as the blade cut his skin slightly, a faint ruby line tracing across his neck. Arathorn was ready to pounce on them all, but Fionn held him back, Fingal nodded to his brother. Fionn narrowed his eyes "You are jealous and blind with rage, Fingal. All you wanted was what Arathorn has," That took the smile off of Fingal's face quickly as the lightning struck. "I think that you need time to think...and I shall give you time," Fingal carried Aragorn, locking his arms behind the boy's knees, with Aragorn struggling on his shoulder. "Father!!" Aragorn screamed as three Uruk-Hai ran off with Fingal. The rest stayed behind roaring with the storm's song, the great hammer of thunder striking the clouds, the great forge only began to make the lighting bolts.
Arathorn attacked with much vigor that surprised Fionn greatly, but he didn't notice it that much. He was greatly provoked as well. He notched two arrows to his bow and fired them into the nearest Orc's chest, which gave out a great cry and fell to the open parapet. The Orcs cried out for their fallen brother, screams melding into the air with great intensity. They charged forward, nearly felling Arathorn. They managed to push him over the battlements edge by wounding him fatally, him only holding on for dear life with one hand. One Uruk-Hai looked menacing over him, it's greasy, black hair managing to flutter in the wind a bit.
"Noooo!!" Fionn screamed for his friend as he looked to the parapet. With an unearthly war cry he fought, even more enraged than before, the rain stinging his eyes as well as his tears. His wounds screamed at him but he dared not stop there. He managed to kill off the rest of the orcs, by slamming one into another, their weight taking them both down, down to death. The last Uruk-Hai looked Arathorn in the eye, smiling atrocious daggers at the king of Gondor. It lined his sword up with Arathorn's hand then with a loud scream brought it down...nearly severing the King's fingers, but it stopped short with an Elven barb through its head. It staggered back and gave a great scream of defiance.
He fell over the edge and Fionn ran to the edge to save Arathorn, but with the last wit that the Orc had he grabbed for Arathorns' legs. Arathorn gave out a cry of pain as he felt his fingers slipping away from firm holding. It was a very long way down, at least a good two to three hundred feet up from the ground. Fionn grabbed Arathorn's hand. "Fionn, let me go. You're wasting time. You must save my son and daughter!" Fionn felt his tears falling "No! My friend...my blood-brother...I will not let you go!!". Arathorn closed his eyes and shouted against the wind "Tell my children that I love them...Fionn" Fionn felt his hand slipping "You were the brother I never had...I thank you," Fionn felt his last grasp of Arathorn's hand then nothing. A surge of fear went through Fionn's heart as he tried to grasp for his friend's hand again, "Nooooooooooo!!!!!!" The great King of Gondor was sucked down with the dead body of the Orc making no cry as he fell. Fionn screamed at the wind and fell to his knees as he felt pain claim his heart. His tears fell, sobs racking his body. He managed to over come his grief, with a great amount of pain. He looked ahead seeing Fingal with Aragorn and Aliyana alone. Fionn tightened his jaw, he felt raw anger now surge through his entire body. The wind screamed and howled with the lightning cracking, breaking the backs of the gods.
Fingal laughed "Oh, so you did not save the king, did you?" Fionn sneered "What in Eru's name has poisoned your mind?! Why did you join with the, *Yrch? Why!!??" Fingal had both children in robust grasp "Can you not remember that Orcs are our descendants, Fionn? They are our brothers, our kin, our own flesh and blood–" Fionn shook his head "They have changed, dammit! Can you not see?! If you were to try and take them back, they will kill you!!"
Fingal shook his head "Oh, no Fionn. You are the one who is blind, I will change them," He looked at the children, fear jolting into their eyes. Fionn looked at him in shock, then anger as he readied his blade, "If you were as so much as to sever a flake of their skin from their bodies, I will kill you," Fingal left the children to the doorway and drew his own steel, "If you wish to 'quarrel', Fionn, then I will meet your demands," Fingal's eyes suddenly grew dark with hate as did Fionn's.
With that, Fingal charged and brought his blade up to cut Fionn in two, but Fionn blocked and forced all of his might into his brother. Fingal drew a dagger and was going to stab him, when Aragorn saw this "Fionn! Look out he has a dagger!" Fionn managed to side step, but was wounded in his arm. Fingal was managing to push him over the brink of the parapet, looking down at him with cold, hungry eyes.
Fionn gave out a yell as he regained himself from the strain, his wet hair veiling his vision. Seeing that Fingal was off his guard, he brought the butt of his sword to connect with Fingal's jaw. Fingal gave out a small shout of pain. The elf lashed out with his sword, cutting Fionn across the chest. He lunged for his stomach, but Fionn gingerly rolled out of the way, bringing his sword to meet the side of Fingal's face. It left a slender ruby line. Fingal's eyes flashed with defiance, then he stopped as if to listen to something "They are calling..." then abruptly ran the other way. Fionn chased after him a little ways, then stopped as upon that, his knees buckled with sadness and he fell to them, leaning his forearms on his sword and burying his head in them.
Why did Arathorn have to die? He asked himself that multiple times. Silent sobs began to slip their way into his breathing. Arathorn was Fionn's blood brother when he had to undertake the oath, to protect and serve him. He remembered when he had slashed his palm and so did Arathorn. They bound their hands as one. Arathorn had said to him "Welcome home, brother," Then Fionn's words were "Thank you, brother," and now he was dead. Fallen by an Orc, by his own weakness. And Acacia, she had perished as well. Why was his life so tormented in every single way? He felt the rain soak him and deposit all of their sadness and grief onto his shoulders and heart, which felt like it had been torn into two.
He heard light footsteps behind him. "Fionn?" Aragorn's voice. Fionn stood and looked ahead, the dizzyness catching in full sway. He quickly brushed that off. "Are you alright?" Aragorn asked again. Fionn turned to the two children "We cannot stay any longer. I shall tell you at Rivendell, the only safe haven I can spare you," He continued to leave, but what he heard from behind him made him stop. "What's happened to our Father?" Aliyana's voice. Fionn's eyes shut against the awful, short-lived memories.
He finally turned round slowly walked back, and kneeled in front of them, taking a hand of each of them, "Aliyana...Aragorn...Your father..." He looked into their faces, then bowed his head. Aragorn's eyes widened "No...no it can't...it can't..." he trailed off into sniffles then into sobs. Aliyana as young as she was understood and bowed her head "Why?..." she sobbed as well, they racked her body violently. Fionn took both of the children into his arms, feeling his sadness creep out of him slowly banging on the walls of his throat, like a great shadow. "Fionn," Aragorn ventured through broken tears "How...how did our father die?"
"He died most valiantly, killing many orcs, in vengeance of your mother and he needed you back very much," He took them out of his arms and looked them into their faces "He told me to say to you...that he loves you very much and that he will always remember you,"
The three cried in their unstopping grief. They stayed in the parapet for a very long time, wishing that this wasn't true, feeling the rain, wind, seeing the fires the uncontrollable flames. Knowing there was no escape from this terrible misery that was ahead of them.
AN: okay…I need at least one or two reviews before I continue…not asking much (there was one person who wanted 100 reviews before she continued) *there is a B-I-G difference* so…pul-eeze review!!! ^-~