Chapter 5:
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR...I wish I did. I am not making any money off this, don't sue me!!!
a/n: Stupid ff.net finally let me login, so I can bring y'all this chapter. Sorry it took so long *sweat droplet* but I can't really help that. well, huggles to all you guys, I love u so much!!
Elusive Cat, I have no idea what you are talking about in your review, please clarify, I would like to know your idea. Thank you! On with the story!
'Laure. She let me call her Laure.' this was the last thought that went through Feathalion's mind before he slumped back against a tree and fell asleep. Nobody was there to worry if he was home on time. He didn't even have a home. He was alone...yet he was happy-for the time being. As he slumbered, a look of peace was on his fair elven face and a smile was upon his lips. In the early morning, he was arisen by the twittering of birds. His eyes fluttered into focus and he sat up. In a pleasant mood, he got up and went for a wash in the river. When he had finished, it was mid-morning, and the sun was ablaze low on the horizon. Yesterday had been a bit confusing, Feathalion had completely forgotten to ask Laurefinwen about the swords-practice. Having some free time, Feathalion decided to seek her out after lunch, when she would be awake and focused. Little did he know that she had been gone for hours already.
Laurefinwen lie in anticipation, waiting 'till everyone in her house had gone to sleep. She silently crept out of bed, gathered two dresses, a length of rope, her two elven knives (a gift from Feathalion and Gaerelen, early on) and shoved then hastily into her pack. She shouldered this, along with her bow, and quiver of deadly arrows. She quickly scrawled a note to Aldaloth and Earel saying,
Grandmama and/or Mother,
I have gone to Mordor to get the herb.
Do not come after me, I will be far away by the time you read this
In the case that do not return, tell Gaerelen that I would have forgiven him after he had taken the time for the wounds to heal, and tell Feathalion, Thank You.
I need to fulfill my destiny and my duty to you, mother.
With all my love,
Laurefinwen
After this, she stepped out sadly and headed towards the elder. The old one was awake and watching Laurefinwen. When she approached, the elder stepped out of the shadows, saying,
"I thought that I would find you here."
Not surprised, Laurefinwen looked up.
"I will go to Mordor. What must I do?"
"Ahh, child, come with me, I will prepare you, but hurry, time is upon us!"
She led Laurefinwen into her cottage. She prepared a pack for Laurefinwen, in addition to the items in her small bag, she added to it countless wafers of Lembas, or waybread, and other things need on the journey. She fastened Laurefinwen with hood and cloak, and bid her leave as soon as possible. Her last words to Laurefinwen were,
"Fly, Fly now, for your mother's sake and yourself! You must hurry, for it blooms only on the fair holiday of Yestare! Let us hope that your courage is not in vain, fly!" she cried, waving Laurefinwen off.
With that, Laurefinwen slowly stole away from Belegsir.
Late morning, Feathalion visited Laurefinwen's house in hopes of finding her available for the afternoon. He approached and rapped upon the door. Aldaloth tearily answered.
"Is Laurefinwen around?" he asked, unsurely to the weeping woman. At this, she burst into tears but beckoned him inside. Once she had gotten a hold of herself, she spoke to him, asking,
"Are you Gaerelen?"
"No," said Feathalion, arching one dark eyebrow
"Feathalion?"
He nodded a little confusedly. Aldaloth then bustled into another room and came back clutching a small piece or paper in her hand. She handed it to Feathalion and he read the note that Laurefinwen had written early this morning. He looked up, confused and shocked.
"Why is she going to Mordor, what is this herb?" Feathalion asked severely.
Aldaloth explained the story, which, understandably, took a while. By the end, Feathalion's eyes were wide with fear and his brow furrowed in worry.
'She said to say "Thank You" to me...why?' Feathalion thought questioningly. 'Whatever the matter, I cannot let her go alone. I will follow. She does not want me to come, so I will follow in secret. I am her friend, it is what should be done....'
"Thank you, lady." Feathalion voiced, taking Aldaloth's hand in his and brushing against it with his lips. He then left remorsefully.
'I will leave in the dead of night when no one is sure to see me.' Feathalion thought uncomfortably, walking toward the trees.
Laurefinwen's quest wasn't all that he didn't know, he was unaware that Gaerelen had also gotten word of Laurefinwen's flight and proposed to follow along to protect her. He had left very early morning, when the sun had not the chance to peek her shining face over the horizon.
It was of no matter to Feathalion, as he was not aware of him. Silently, Feathalion began his preparation.
a/n: ...and? Questions? Comments? Queries? thanx for reading! :-)
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR...I wish I did. I am not making any money off this, don't sue me!!!
a/n: Stupid ff.net finally let me login, so I can bring y'all this chapter. Sorry it took so long *sweat droplet* but I can't really help that. well, huggles to all you guys, I love u so much!!
Elusive Cat, I have no idea what you are talking about in your review, please clarify, I would like to know your idea. Thank you! On with the story!
'Laure. She let me call her Laure.' this was the last thought that went through Feathalion's mind before he slumped back against a tree and fell asleep. Nobody was there to worry if he was home on time. He didn't even have a home. He was alone...yet he was happy-for the time being. As he slumbered, a look of peace was on his fair elven face and a smile was upon his lips. In the early morning, he was arisen by the twittering of birds. His eyes fluttered into focus and he sat up. In a pleasant mood, he got up and went for a wash in the river. When he had finished, it was mid-morning, and the sun was ablaze low on the horizon. Yesterday had been a bit confusing, Feathalion had completely forgotten to ask Laurefinwen about the swords-practice. Having some free time, Feathalion decided to seek her out after lunch, when she would be awake and focused. Little did he know that she had been gone for hours already.
Laurefinwen lie in anticipation, waiting 'till everyone in her house had gone to sleep. She silently crept out of bed, gathered two dresses, a length of rope, her two elven knives (a gift from Feathalion and Gaerelen, early on) and shoved then hastily into her pack. She shouldered this, along with her bow, and quiver of deadly arrows. She quickly scrawled a note to Aldaloth and Earel saying,
Grandmama and/or Mother,
I have gone to Mordor to get the herb.
Do not come after me, I will be far away by the time you read this
In the case that do not return, tell Gaerelen that I would have forgiven him after he had taken the time for the wounds to heal, and tell Feathalion, Thank You.
I need to fulfill my destiny and my duty to you, mother.
With all my love,
Laurefinwen
After this, she stepped out sadly and headed towards the elder. The old one was awake and watching Laurefinwen. When she approached, the elder stepped out of the shadows, saying,
"I thought that I would find you here."
Not surprised, Laurefinwen looked up.
"I will go to Mordor. What must I do?"
"Ahh, child, come with me, I will prepare you, but hurry, time is upon us!"
She led Laurefinwen into her cottage. She prepared a pack for Laurefinwen, in addition to the items in her small bag, she added to it countless wafers of Lembas, or waybread, and other things need on the journey. She fastened Laurefinwen with hood and cloak, and bid her leave as soon as possible. Her last words to Laurefinwen were,
"Fly, Fly now, for your mother's sake and yourself! You must hurry, for it blooms only on the fair holiday of Yestare! Let us hope that your courage is not in vain, fly!" she cried, waving Laurefinwen off.
With that, Laurefinwen slowly stole away from Belegsir.
Late morning, Feathalion visited Laurefinwen's house in hopes of finding her available for the afternoon. He approached and rapped upon the door. Aldaloth tearily answered.
"Is Laurefinwen around?" he asked, unsurely to the weeping woman. At this, she burst into tears but beckoned him inside. Once she had gotten a hold of herself, she spoke to him, asking,
"Are you Gaerelen?"
"No," said Feathalion, arching one dark eyebrow
"Feathalion?"
He nodded a little confusedly. Aldaloth then bustled into another room and came back clutching a small piece or paper in her hand. She handed it to Feathalion and he read the note that Laurefinwen had written early this morning. He looked up, confused and shocked.
"Why is she going to Mordor, what is this herb?" Feathalion asked severely.
Aldaloth explained the story, which, understandably, took a while. By the end, Feathalion's eyes were wide with fear and his brow furrowed in worry.
'She said to say "Thank You" to me...why?' Feathalion thought questioningly. 'Whatever the matter, I cannot let her go alone. I will follow. She does not want me to come, so I will follow in secret. I am her friend, it is what should be done....'
"Thank you, lady." Feathalion voiced, taking Aldaloth's hand in his and brushing against it with his lips. He then left remorsefully.
'I will leave in the dead of night when no one is sure to see me.' Feathalion thought uncomfortably, walking toward the trees.
Laurefinwen's quest wasn't all that he didn't know, he was unaware that Gaerelen had also gotten word of Laurefinwen's flight and proposed to follow along to protect her. He had left very early morning, when the sun had not the chance to peek her shining face over the horizon.
It was of no matter to Feathalion, as he was not aware of him. Silently, Feathalion began his preparation.
a/n: ...and? Questions? Comments? Queries? thanx for reading! :-)