AN: sorry I haven't updated in a while.but I'll try to finish this
quick.orignally, there were supposed to be something like, 11 parts to
this.I dunno.what do you think?
Aragorn and Fionn struggled their way across a large plain from Fanagorn forest. They had been traveling for nearly three days now, and across the plain there was a long black strip in front of them. It was very wide and even in the sunlight it was pitch black. Aragorn had never traveled this far from Gondor and was a little wary what would lay there. He did not ask Fionn to where they were going the reason being that he was very tired. They had to run, well really being that Aragorn had to run and only Fionn lightly jogging. Aragorn knew that Fionn didn't want to push him too hard but they had to get to Rivendell soon before their wounds would get worse. They seldom talked, the loss of Arathorn, Acacia, and Aliyana who was still being held victim by the orcs and Fingal plagued their minds. Aragorn also noticed that Fionn seemed to be getting worse everyday. Aragorn told his guardian that they still had time, but Fionn didn't listen at all he wanted to keep on moving towards the black strip and Aragorn wished he knew where they were going. A day passed and at night the black strip loomed closer and closer. Outlines of trees were shaping in the dying light of the sun. It was very quiet, but Aragorn swore that he heard something coming from those woods, "What is that sound?" Aragorn asked one night "Tis the sound of the creatures of the forest. None mean well for the travelers that come and go. We shall head into those woods and the outskirts will be very dark, so I suggest that you stay close and do not stray from me," Aragorn nodded and watched his guardian sleep. He turned his head to the woods and wondered what evil lay in it. He stared at it for a long time and then fell asleep, evil spirits of the night plaguing his mind. That day they woke up early and managed to get to the foot of the forest. Aragorn looked in and could see nothing at all. Fionn was about to step forward when suddenly he stopped and felt a dizziness overtake him. He tried to blink it away. In doing so it became worse and worse. Then it caught him in full sway and brought him to the ground. "Fionn!" Aragorn screamed. Not him too. Then their journey had been all in vain. He was the only one left out in this wilderness with no one to guide him. He needed Fionn, needed him to guide him. Aragorn felt sadness pour over his mind as he tried to think of someway to get him back, but nothing seemed to work. Tears seeped out of his eyes and his breath caught in his throat when a lump formed there. Aragorn lay his head of Fionn's chest to see if he were still alive, but he could hear or feel nothing. "Fionn..." Aragorn put a hand to Fionn's forehead and stroked it, knowing that he had been through much. Suddenly he thought he saw something out of the side of his vision. He turned to see nothing but just the black trunks of the trees. Aragron turned back to Fionn and suddenly heard a voice behind him "What troubles you, little one?" Aragorn turned to face a man with blonde hair. He had a whitish glow about him the wind blew his hair back so his hears could be seen as they were elven. Aragorn recoiled in fear. The elf looked at him with his grey eyes. "Do not be afraid. I shall help you if-" His gaze turned to Fionn which was suddenly of alarm "Fionn..." the Elf breathed and knelt. He shook his head as he prodded the wounds gently. He then turned to Aragorn "Where are you from?" Aragorn hesitated then spoke up "Gondor," The Elf's eyes saddened "This dose not bode well," he seemed to think for a moment then he nodded to himself, "Come, little one. Much is to be done," Aragorn shook his head as the Elf turned to leave "If you want to know my name, it's Aragorn," The elf turned back and half smiled although his eyes were still sad. "Aragorn," Then suddenly he looked as if he was chewing this around in his mind. "Aragorn," he said again but with wonderment "That's it!" He said. Aragorn looked confused "What's it?" The elf was about to speak again when Fionn stirred and groaned. The elf went back to the other's side again. "Fionn!" Fionn pushed himself up to a sitting position "Glorfindel?!" the Elf, now know as Glorfindel, helped Fionn to his feet and they embraced each other. Glorfindel looked strangely at him, "What happened to you?" Fionn's brow crumpled in pain as he began to fall backward. The elf grabbed hold of him "Why don't you tell me on the way?" Fionn nodded then looked back at the boy "Are you alright Aragorn?" Aragorn nodded and he had almost forgotten about his injury, his broken arm. They headed into the forest together, Fionn having an arm around Glorfindel's shoulder for support and Aragorn following them into the blackness. "So, what happened to you?" Glorfindel asked again. "Well," Fionn began "Gondor was under siege by some orcs, namely Uruk-Hai. Arathorn--" Fionn paused as a hot slicing pain siezed up his chest and his breath came out in a long hiss. Glorfindel's brow furrowed at his friend condition "You don't have to tell me anymore, Fionn. I-" Fionn shook his head "No! I must tell you. This is very important. The race of men is at steak...Arathorn was--murdered by orcs and so was his wife Acacia. We fled and encountered a Cold-Drake-" Glorfindel's eyes widened as they continued along. "-- Zryakir came and saved us, but Aliyana was taken by the orcs. So when we are healed as soon as possible we must head out into Fangorn forest, where I believe she is still," Glorfindel shook his head "This isn't good if Aliyana was taken by them-" Aragorn interrupted "How do you know my sister?" Glorfindel didn't look back "Fionn came and told me all about you before you were at least a year old. He came to us because we were the only settlement of elves close by. We formed friends quickly," He looked at Fionn "Where is your brother?" Fionn hung his head "He...He betrayed me by joining Mordor," Glorfindel gasped "What?! Why would he do such a thing?!" Fionn felt sadness grip him anew "He wanted power and he thought that Mordor was the only one who had it. Fingal was jealous of Arathorn, of what he had," Glorfindel sighed "An elf committing this sort of blasphemy is just incomprehensible," They remained silent for a long time, watching the darkness close in around them. Aragorn felt the silence lay heavy on his shoulders. It was too deadening "What of this forest. What is it called?" Glorfindel stole a glance backward with a smile "This is Mirkwood. A place full of horrors known to those who aren't aware. Those who are friends, receive a heartening welcome. Our king will help you graciously, get that arm healed as well," Glorfindel chuckled as they reached a clearing in the wood. The trees opened up out of the dark so that the sunlight was blinding, but underneath the leafy bower was a large gate and encircling walls. Glorfindel seemed proud as the gate was open and they ventured inside. There were houses of elven-make up in the trees, the beautiful folk walking upon the bridges, bright lanterns giving a comforting glow to the trees. Down below, spiral staircases snaked up the trees as if they were built out of the wood it self. At the far end there was a large palace made of woven wood in front of them, clothed in the same kind of lanterns. A bright illuminating light coming from them, the trees being bathed in it's heavenly glow. Aragorn was filled with wonder as he looked upon the elvish city. Glorfindel smiled, "This--" he gestured to all that lay before them "--is our city" upon saying that Fionn lost consciousness, seeing darkness all around and feeling nothing but hearing his name called out several times by Aragorn and the comforting voice of Glorfindel.
Aragorn and Fionn struggled their way across a large plain from Fanagorn forest. They had been traveling for nearly three days now, and across the plain there was a long black strip in front of them. It was very wide and even in the sunlight it was pitch black. Aragorn had never traveled this far from Gondor and was a little wary what would lay there. He did not ask Fionn to where they were going the reason being that he was very tired. They had to run, well really being that Aragorn had to run and only Fionn lightly jogging. Aragorn knew that Fionn didn't want to push him too hard but they had to get to Rivendell soon before their wounds would get worse. They seldom talked, the loss of Arathorn, Acacia, and Aliyana who was still being held victim by the orcs and Fingal plagued their minds. Aragorn also noticed that Fionn seemed to be getting worse everyday. Aragorn told his guardian that they still had time, but Fionn didn't listen at all he wanted to keep on moving towards the black strip and Aragorn wished he knew where they were going. A day passed and at night the black strip loomed closer and closer. Outlines of trees were shaping in the dying light of the sun. It was very quiet, but Aragorn swore that he heard something coming from those woods, "What is that sound?" Aragorn asked one night "Tis the sound of the creatures of the forest. None mean well for the travelers that come and go. We shall head into those woods and the outskirts will be very dark, so I suggest that you stay close and do not stray from me," Aragorn nodded and watched his guardian sleep. He turned his head to the woods and wondered what evil lay in it. He stared at it for a long time and then fell asleep, evil spirits of the night plaguing his mind. That day they woke up early and managed to get to the foot of the forest. Aragorn looked in and could see nothing at all. Fionn was about to step forward when suddenly he stopped and felt a dizziness overtake him. He tried to blink it away. In doing so it became worse and worse. Then it caught him in full sway and brought him to the ground. "Fionn!" Aragorn screamed. Not him too. Then their journey had been all in vain. He was the only one left out in this wilderness with no one to guide him. He needed Fionn, needed him to guide him. Aragorn felt sadness pour over his mind as he tried to think of someway to get him back, but nothing seemed to work. Tears seeped out of his eyes and his breath caught in his throat when a lump formed there. Aragorn lay his head of Fionn's chest to see if he were still alive, but he could hear or feel nothing. "Fionn..." Aragorn put a hand to Fionn's forehead and stroked it, knowing that he had been through much. Suddenly he thought he saw something out of the side of his vision. He turned to see nothing but just the black trunks of the trees. Aragron turned back to Fionn and suddenly heard a voice behind him "What troubles you, little one?" Aragorn turned to face a man with blonde hair. He had a whitish glow about him the wind blew his hair back so his hears could be seen as they were elven. Aragorn recoiled in fear. The elf looked at him with his grey eyes. "Do not be afraid. I shall help you if-" His gaze turned to Fionn which was suddenly of alarm "Fionn..." the Elf breathed and knelt. He shook his head as he prodded the wounds gently. He then turned to Aragorn "Where are you from?" Aragorn hesitated then spoke up "Gondor," The Elf's eyes saddened "This dose not bode well," he seemed to think for a moment then he nodded to himself, "Come, little one. Much is to be done," Aragorn shook his head as the Elf turned to leave "If you want to know my name, it's Aragorn," The elf turned back and half smiled although his eyes were still sad. "Aragorn," Then suddenly he looked as if he was chewing this around in his mind. "Aragorn," he said again but with wonderment "That's it!" He said. Aragorn looked confused "What's it?" The elf was about to speak again when Fionn stirred and groaned. The elf went back to the other's side again. "Fionn!" Fionn pushed himself up to a sitting position "Glorfindel?!" the Elf, now know as Glorfindel, helped Fionn to his feet and they embraced each other. Glorfindel looked strangely at him, "What happened to you?" Fionn's brow crumpled in pain as he began to fall backward. The elf grabbed hold of him "Why don't you tell me on the way?" Fionn nodded then looked back at the boy "Are you alright Aragorn?" Aragorn nodded and he had almost forgotten about his injury, his broken arm. They headed into the forest together, Fionn having an arm around Glorfindel's shoulder for support and Aragorn following them into the blackness. "So, what happened to you?" Glorfindel asked again. "Well," Fionn began "Gondor was under siege by some orcs, namely Uruk-Hai. Arathorn--" Fionn paused as a hot slicing pain siezed up his chest and his breath came out in a long hiss. Glorfindel's brow furrowed at his friend condition "You don't have to tell me anymore, Fionn. I-" Fionn shook his head "No! I must tell you. This is very important. The race of men is at steak...Arathorn was--murdered by orcs and so was his wife Acacia. We fled and encountered a Cold-Drake-" Glorfindel's eyes widened as they continued along. "-- Zryakir came and saved us, but Aliyana was taken by the orcs. So when we are healed as soon as possible we must head out into Fangorn forest, where I believe she is still," Glorfindel shook his head "This isn't good if Aliyana was taken by them-" Aragorn interrupted "How do you know my sister?" Glorfindel didn't look back "Fionn came and told me all about you before you were at least a year old. He came to us because we were the only settlement of elves close by. We formed friends quickly," He looked at Fionn "Where is your brother?" Fionn hung his head "He...He betrayed me by joining Mordor," Glorfindel gasped "What?! Why would he do such a thing?!" Fionn felt sadness grip him anew "He wanted power and he thought that Mordor was the only one who had it. Fingal was jealous of Arathorn, of what he had," Glorfindel sighed "An elf committing this sort of blasphemy is just incomprehensible," They remained silent for a long time, watching the darkness close in around them. Aragorn felt the silence lay heavy on his shoulders. It was too deadening "What of this forest. What is it called?" Glorfindel stole a glance backward with a smile "This is Mirkwood. A place full of horrors known to those who aren't aware. Those who are friends, receive a heartening welcome. Our king will help you graciously, get that arm healed as well," Glorfindel chuckled as they reached a clearing in the wood. The trees opened up out of the dark so that the sunlight was blinding, but underneath the leafy bower was a large gate and encircling walls. Glorfindel seemed proud as the gate was open and they ventured inside. There were houses of elven-make up in the trees, the beautiful folk walking upon the bridges, bright lanterns giving a comforting glow to the trees. Down below, spiral staircases snaked up the trees as if they were built out of the wood it self. At the far end there was a large palace made of woven wood in front of them, clothed in the same kind of lanterns. A bright illuminating light coming from them, the trees being bathed in it's heavenly glow. Aragorn was filled with wonder as he looked upon the elvish city. Glorfindel smiled, "This--" he gestured to all that lay before them "--is our city" upon saying that Fionn lost consciousness, seeing darkness all around and feeling nothing but hearing his name called out several times by Aragorn and the comforting voice of Glorfindel.