Disclaimer: See last chapter. If you're really interested.
A/N: Here we go! Again, thank you to those who have reviewed - you can review as many times as you like, I don't care! Just show your appreciation! [hehe].
Sorry if I'm a bit slow at churning out these chapters, but it takes me an awful long time to write these, due to my immense lack of brain cells. Yeah I know... the *suspense*! Don't worry, I have the rest of the story planned out. Kind of.
And to Eri... stop writing evil reviews! I only forgive because I see you in school everyday and you are my buddy. So nuh.
And I am reading LOTR again...
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It was mid-day. Gandalf decided that the company should rest on a rocky hillside, before carrying on their journey. The Fellowship were tired, but their spirits were high.
They decided to make use of their short free time. Gandalf smoked his pipe, while debating with Gimli on which route to take. Merry, Pippin, Boromir and Aragorn practised sword fighting, while Frodo and Sam looked on. Casey had wandered to the edge of the rocky face. In the distance she could see Mount Doom, already erupting fire and ice. She shivered a little at the thought of having to go all the way up there.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Legolas brushed past her. He leapt onto a rock and peered into the sky. Casey followed his gaze and saw what he saw.
"Spies of Saruman! Hide!" cried Gandalf. With astonishing speed, the Fellowship ducked for cover under the various vegetation nearby. And they held their breath and waited.
Moments passed. The screeching birds flew in an arc around them, and then finally returned to their master. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and clambered out from their hiding places.
"We must take the pass of Caradhras," said Gandalf wearily. The Fellowship followed.
They climbed up the snowy slopes of Caradhras, almost short of breath due to the high altitude. Where Casey walked, her feet left no imprint. She was quite surprised that although her feet were bare, she could not feel the cold. Suddenly Frodo stumbled and rolled downwards, only to be caught some feet down by Casey. Aragorn helped Frodo up. But something was amiss.
"The ring!" said Frodo, while searching with his hands around his neck. He looked in the snow around him, until he caught a glint in the snow, some feet away from him. Boromir got to the ring first, and picked it up by its chain and out of the snow.
Casey breathed inwards. It was the first time she had seen the ring - and she knew that it would not be the last. Somehow, she knew what Boromir was feeling, and trying to resist.
While Boromir spoke, the ring called out to Casey.
"No," she whispered, "only Frodo shall take you. I won't."
Again the ring called to her. It wanted to be free, away from Frodo, and back to its master, Sauron. Frodo would use the ring for himself. If Casey would bear the ring to Sauron, then she would be rewarded greatly...
"No," Casey whispered again. But she was only a young angel.
Casey moved towards the ring, as if some invisible power was drawing her closer to it, as Boromir held it, still dangling from its chain.
She halted midway between Boromir and Frodo. Something deep inside her told her that she shouldn't take the ring. What would she do with it? She was only a simple girl, an ordinary one. And then she remembered. Her duty was to protect Frodo on his journey to Mount Doom... to destroy the ring.
Casey took a step back. Again the ring called for her, plaintively. She took another step back. And another. And some more, until the ring did not call for her anymore.
For Boromir too resisted the urge, and returned the ring to Frodo. Casey breathed a sigh of relief. Her worry lessened further when Frodo's shirt concealed the ring from her sight.
And on they went.
The Fellowship went along an ancient pass on Caradhdras, its path long covered by heavy snowfall. The going became harder, as the snowfall thickened and threatened to never cease. The Fellowship had to make do with forming a sort of trench, as they could not walk on top like Casey and Legolas. But even Casey found it hard to not get blown away, and so she clutched onto Legolas' arm with one hand and with the other hand held her skirts, in case she did a "Marilyn Monroe".
"We must turn back!" yelled Aragorn above the wind to Gandalf.
"NO!" Gandalf yelled back. "This is Saruman's devilry."
They bickered among each other for a while, trying to decide which path they should take, while Gandalf yelled some elfish words to try and calm the wind.
Legolas peered out into the air. All he could see was a great mist, and snow falling everywhere. This path was useless.
A mighty rumble came from above, and then ice, snow and rock fell on them from the heavens. Casey looked up, and all she could see was the enormous hail falling down towards them. And then nothing more.
There was silence, and the wind lessened slightly, as if waiting to see if they were still alive.
A pale hand shot out from the heap of snow.
They were alive.
One by one, the Fellowship dug themselves out of the snow.
"Let the ringbearer decide," said Gandalf.
"We will go through the Mines of Moria," said Frodo.
Gandalf breathed heavily. This was Saruman's intention.
The winds lessened slightly, and the sun shone. But their path was blocked by rocks, and so they turned back.
They were half-way down the slope when Legolas noticed someone missing.
"Casey," he murmured.
"Who?" asked Pippin, as he was standing close by.
Without answering, Legolas sprinted upwards again.
"No! Come back you fool of an elf!" screamed Gandalf.
Legolas did not turn back until he reached the place where they had stopped. All he could see was a large heap of snow. He dug into it frantically with his hands.
"No, no... where is she?" he murmured to himself as he carried on his search. Aragorn soon joined him, having left the Fellowship to ponder among them what the pair were up to.
"Hehe, maybe they're... y'know..."
"Shut up Merry."
"Sorry. But it is possible... isn't it?"
"Just shut up."
Merry crossed his arms angrily and stuck his tongue out at Frodo. Frodo did not see this, as he was wondering who Casey was. And then he too noticed the lack of that presence around him. Where had his angel gone?
Finally Legolas and Aragorn were rewarded. The snow parted underneath the elf's nimble hands, and a pale, almost deathly white face was underneath.
"Is it her?" said Aragorn, for he could not see.
"It is," said Legolas, as he dug further to uncover the rest of the body. When he had done so, he removed his cloak and wrapped it around her.
She was unconscious, still, her lips blue and parted slightly.
Gimli was about to declare that they should move on without them, when Aragorn and Legolas returned. But Legolas appeared as if he was carrying someone wrapped in a cloak.
"Legolas? What is this witchery?" Gimli asked. As Legolas came closer, Gimli saw that there was no one wrapped in the cloak. The hobbits questioned Legolas, but he refused to answer anyone. Only Gandalf and Aragorn knew.
That night, Legolas bore the still unconscious angel away from the camp, and lit a fire. There, he unwrapped her from the cloak, and tried to revive her cold body. Gradually, the warmth seeped into her, and her eyelids fluttered open.
In the darkness, Legolas could see her pale form clearly.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You were unconscious."
Casey wrapped the warm cloak around her, and watched the fire play upon the elf's face, and light up his perfect features.
"I thought I had died. But then I remembered I was already dead." A tear trickled down her cheek, as the memories of her home came back to her, and her life before.
Legolas pulled her closer into a hug, as the angel sobbed in his arms. After a while, she wiped away her tears and a little reluctantly, Legolas removed his embrace.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"We had to turn back," he whispered, "and we shall go through the Mines of Moria soon."
Casey paused. Her eyes grew larger.
"The Mines?"
Legolas nodded, not knowing why Casey was panicking.
"Is it dark in there?"
"Of course. Why..."
Casey nodded, as Legolas' lips formed an O shape. The realization had dawned upon him.
"He will be able to see me."
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:::sweatdrop:::
A/N: Long chapter, I know. The next chapter is one from my other fanfic, The Mary-Sue Story, which I just had to put in! Sorry guys! It has nothing to do with Casey and co., I just thought that it would provide some subtle humour and a break from all this angst.
A/N: Here we go! Again, thank you to those who have reviewed - you can review as many times as you like, I don't care! Just show your appreciation! [hehe].
Sorry if I'm a bit slow at churning out these chapters, but it takes me an awful long time to write these, due to my immense lack of brain cells. Yeah I know... the *suspense*! Don't worry, I have the rest of the story planned out. Kind of.
And to Eri... stop writing evil reviews! I only forgive because I see you in school everyday and you are my buddy. So nuh.
And I am reading LOTR again...
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It was mid-day. Gandalf decided that the company should rest on a rocky hillside, before carrying on their journey. The Fellowship were tired, but their spirits were high.
They decided to make use of their short free time. Gandalf smoked his pipe, while debating with Gimli on which route to take. Merry, Pippin, Boromir and Aragorn practised sword fighting, while Frodo and Sam looked on. Casey had wandered to the edge of the rocky face. In the distance she could see Mount Doom, already erupting fire and ice. She shivered a little at the thought of having to go all the way up there.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Legolas brushed past her. He leapt onto a rock and peered into the sky. Casey followed his gaze and saw what he saw.
"Spies of Saruman! Hide!" cried Gandalf. With astonishing speed, the Fellowship ducked for cover under the various vegetation nearby. And they held their breath and waited.
Moments passed. The screeching birds flew in an arc around them, and then finally returned to their master. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and clambered out from their hiding places.
"We must take the pass of Caradhras," said Gandalf wearily. The Fellowship followed.
They climbed up the snowy slopes of Caradhras, almost short of breath due to the high altitude. Where Casey walked, her feet left no imprint. She was quite surprised that although her feet were bare, she could not feel the cold. Suddenly Frodo stumbled and rolled downwards, only to be caught some feet down by Casey. Aragorn helped Frodo up. But something was amiss.
"The ring!" said Frodo, while searching with his hands around his neck. He looked in the snow around him, until he caught a glint in the snow, some feet away from him. Boromir got to the ring first, and picked it up by its chain and out of the snow.
Casey breathed inwards. It was the first time she had seen the ring - and she knew that it would not be the last. Somehow, she knew what Boromir was feeling, and trying to resist.
While Boromir spoke, the ring called out to Casey.
"No," she whispered, "only Frodo shall take you. I won't."
Again the ring called to her. It wanted to be free, away from Frodo, and back to its master, Sauron. Frodo would use the ring for himself. If Casey would bear the ring to Sauron, then she would be rewarded greatly...
"No," Casey whispered again. But she was only a young angel.
Casey moved towards the ring, as if some invisible power was drawing her closer to it, as Boromir held it, still dangling from its chain.
She halted midway between Boromir and Frodo. Something deep inside her told her that she shouldn't take the ring. What would she do with it? She was only a simple girl, an ordinary one. And then she remembered. Her duty was to protect Frodo on his journey to Mount Doom... to destroy the ring.
Casey took a step back. Again the ring called for her, plaintively. She took another step back. And another. And some more, until the ring did not call for her anymore.
For Boromir too resisted the urge, and returned the ring to Frodo. Casey breathed a sigh of relief. Her worry lessened further when Frodo's shirt concealed the ring from her sight.
And on they went.
The Fellowship went along an ancient pass on Caradhdras, its path long covered by heavy snowfall. The going became harder, as the snowfall thickened and threatened to never cease. The Fellowship had to make do with forming a sort of trench, as they could not walk on top like Casey and Legolas. But even Casey found it hard to not get blown away, and so she clutched onto Legolas' arm with one hand and with the other hand held her skirts, in case she did a "Marilyn Monroe".
"We must turn back!" yelled Aragorn above the wind to Gandalf.
"NO!" Gandalf yelled back. "This is Saruman's devilry."
They bickered among each other for a while, trying to decide which path they should take, while Gandalf yelled some elfish words to try and calm the wind.
Legolas peered out into the air. All he could see was a great mist, and snow falling everywhere. This path was useless.
A mighty rumble came from above, and then ice, snow and rock fell on them from the heavens. Casey looked up, and all she could see was the enormous hail falling down towards them. And then nothing more.
There was silence, and the wind lessened slightly, as if waiting to see if they were still alive.
A pale hand shot out from the heap of snow.
They were alive.
One by one, the Fellowship dug themselves out of the snow.
"Let the ringbearer decide," said Gandalf.
"We will go through the Mines of Moria," said Frodo.
Gandalf breathed heavily. This was Saruman's intention.
The winds lessened slightly, and the sun shone. But their path was blocked by rocks, and so they turned back.
They were half-way down the slope when Legolas noticed someone missing.
"Casey," he murmured.
"Who?" asked Pippin, as he was standing close by.
Without answering, Legolas sprinted upwards again.
"No! Come back you fool of an elf!" screamed Gandalf.
Legolas did not turn back until he reached the place where they had stopped. All he could see was a large heap of snow. He dug into it frantically with his hands.
"No, no... where is she?" he murmured to himself as he carried on his search. Aragorn soon joined him, having left the Fellowship to ponder among them what the pair were up to.
"Hehe, maybe they're... y'know..."
"Shut up Merry."
"Sorry. But it is possible... isn't it?"
"Just shut up."
Merry crossed his arms angrily and stuck his tongue out at Frodo. Frodo did not see this, as he was wondering who Casey was. And then he too noticed the lack of that presence around him. Where had his angel gone?
Finally Legolas and Aragorn were rewarded. The snow parted underneath the elf's nimble hands, and a pale, almost deathly white face was underneath.
"Is it her?" said Aragorn, for he could not see.
"It is," said Legolas, as he dug further to uncover the rest of the body. When he had done so, he removed his cloak and wrapped it around her.
She was unconscious, still, her lips blue and parted slightly.
Gimli was about to declare that they should move on without them, when Aragorn and Legolas returned. But Legolas appeared as if he was carrying someone wrapped in a cloak.
"Legolas? What is this witchery?" Gimli asked. As Legolas came closer, Gimli saw that there was no one wrapped in the cloak. The hobbits questioned Legolas, but he refused to answer anyone. Only Gandalf and Aragorn knew.
That night, Legolas bore the still unconscious angel away from the camp, and lit a fire. There, he unwrapped her from the cloak, and tried to revive her cold body. Gradually, the warmth seeped into her, and her eyelids fluttered open.
In the darkness, Legolas could see her pale form clearly.
"What happened?" she asked.
"You were unconscious."
Casey wrapped the warm cloak around her, and watched the fire play upon the elf's face, and light up his perfect features.
"I thought I had died. But then I remembered I was already dead." A tear trickled down her cheek, as the memories of her home came back to her, and her life before.
Legolas pulled her closer into a hug, as the angel sobbed in his arms. After a while, she wiped away her tears and a little reluctantly, Legolas removed his embrace.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"We had to turn back," he whispered, "and we shall go through the Mines of Moria soon."
Casey paused. Her eyes grew larger.
"The Mines?"
Legolas nodded, not knowing why Casey was panicking.
"Is it dark in there?"
"Of course. Why..."
Casey nodded, as Legolas' lips formed an O shape. The realization had dawned upon him.
"He will be able to see me."
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:::sweatdrop:::
A/N: Long chapter, I know. The next chapter is one from my other fanfic, The Mary-Sue Story, which I just had to put in! Sorry guys! It has nothing to do with Casey and co., I just thought that it would provide some subtle humour and a break from all this angst.