It took me a while to write this chapter… However I hope you like it…
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"This land is so beautiful!" Serena's voice was full of wonder for the country she just visited. As planned she had been travelling for several weeks until she finally had ended up in Vancouver. She had wanted to stay here for a week, but had met a group of Austrians and when they invited her to join them on a trekking tour she had gladly accepted.
They had reached their night camp a small plateau from where they had a perfect look at both the mountains and the valleys. Serena felt a sharp pain in her heart the remote and beautiful landscape reminding her of another place, a place she longed to be and with the memory of middle-earth came the memories of Legolas. For a moment she had the feeling to hear his voice and see his face in the fading light of the sun. Closing her eyes she told herself to calm down and not to think of him. 'It will do you no good.' The others called her asking whether she was planning to help cooking dinner or not and she pushed her dark thoughts away. And as she was laughing and joking with her friends she managed to forget for a while the pain of loosing the one she loved.
Her neighbour's snores woke her up, groaning Serena turned in her sleeping bag trying to find a way to ignore the annoying sound. But when another one joined in the midnight concert, she gave up and grumbling under her breath walked out of the lodge clutching her sleeping bag tightly around her body. It was freezing outside and for a moment she just stood there shivering. The night was moonless and without any artificial light it was as dark as it could get. 'I need to get inside the tent or I will freeze my a.. off. If only we had tents, I might even be able to sleep.' But on the other hand since they didn't want to carry the extra weight, they had decided to stay in the various mountain lodges. Sighing she turned and headed towards the warm room when she heard a voice. "Serena" For a moment she just stood there frozen in shock as she recognised the voice. "Legolas" she whispered. She didn't trust her eyes when she saw the slender figure of the elf walking towards her, suddenly movements came back into her body and she started to run towards her lover.
But the closer she got, the more he seemed to retreat from her eyes until he disappeared completely into the darkness. "No" her voice was hoarse from pain and grief and sobbing silently she sat on a stone. Nothing had changed since that day she had woken up in her bed in Salt Lake City; she still missed Legolas so much.
"I see, you still have feelings for the elf. I was not so sure after watching you partying the whole night."
Serena looked up in shock at the ghostly voice and saw an old man standing there. He was tall and had long white hair, in fact everything about the man was white, everything except the large black cane which he was holding in his hand.
"Who are you?"
He smiled and his voice now soft answered her. There was something seducing, alluring in his tune, something that made Serena feel at ease. Unconsciously she released the hard grip around her sleeping bag as she relaxed. She felt as if she could trust this man.
"I am Saruman the White."
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Did you like it? What do you think has Saruman in mind? Wait and see!
P.S. I am looking for a beta reader for a my next story. Please help me!! If you are interested, mail me on kara_maertikka@yahoo.co.uk
Thanks!!
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"This land is so beautiful!" Serena's voice was full of wonder for the country she just visited. As planned she had been travelling for several weeks until she finally had ended up in Vancouver. She had wanted to stay here for a week, but had met a group of Austrians and when they invited her to join them on a trekking tour she had gladly accepted.
They had reached their night camp a small plateau from where they had a perfect look at both the mountains and the valleys. Serena felt a sharp pain in her heart the remote and beautiful landscape reminding her of another place, a place she longed to be and with the memory of middle-earth came the memories of Legolas. For a moment she had the feeling to hear his voice and see his face in the fading light of the sun. Closing her eyes she told herself to calm down and not to think of him. 'It will do you no good.' The others called her asking whether she was planning to help cooking dinner or not and she pushed her dark thoughts away. And as she was laughing and joking with her friends she managed to forget for a while the pain of loosing the one she loved.
Her neighbour's snores woke her up, groaning Serena turned in her sleeping bag trying to find a way to ignore the annoying sound. But when another one joined in the midnight concert, she gave up and grumbling under her breath walked out of the lodge clutching her sleeping bag tightly around her body. It was freezing outside and for a moment she just stood there shivering. The night was moonless and without any artificial light it was as dark as it could get. 'I need to get inside the tent or I will freeze my a.. off. If only we had tents, I might even be able to sleep.' But on the other hand since they didn't want to carry the extra weight, they had decided to stay in the various mountain lodges. Sighing she turned and headed towards the warm room when she heard a voice. "Serena" For a moment she just stood there frozen in shock as she recognised the voice. "Legolas" she whispered. She didn't trust her eyes when she saw the slender figure of the elf walking towards her, suddenly movements came back into her body and she started to run towards her lover.
But the closer she got, the more he seemed to retreat from her eyes until he disappeared completely into the darkness. "No" her voice was hoarse from pain and grief and sobbing silently she sat on a stone. Nothing had changed since that day she had woken up in her bed in Salt Lake City; she still missed Legolas so much.
"I see, you still have feelings for the elf. I was not so sure after watching you partying the whole night."
Serena looked up in shock at the ghostly voice and saw an old man standing there. He was tall and had long white hair, in fact everything about the man was white, everything except the large black cane which he was holding in his hand.
"Who are you?"
He smiled and his voice now soft answered her. There was something seducing, alluring in his tune, something that made Serena feel at ease. Unconsciously she released the hard grip around her sleeping bag as she relaxed. She felt as if she could trust this man.
"I am Saruman the White."
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Did you like it? What do you think has Saruman in mind? Wait and see!
P.S. I am looking for a beta reader for a my next story. Please help me!! If you are interested, mail me on kara_maertikka@yahoo.co.uk
Thanks!!