Chapter 6:
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR...I wish I did. I am not making any money off this, so don't sue me!!!!
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: My story (yes, this one) is VERY messed up, and reading it more closely, I have realized these mistakes. I am working to try to fix them and when I do, I will probably post a more accurate version of what this was supposed to be. It will probably change part of the plot, but never fear, we will still have Feathalion and Gaerelen. In the mean time, I will post the messed up version of my story, hope you all don't mind.
a/n: well, here it is, chapter 6, after much toil and hard work (yeah...right) I have this typed and ready for you, so you better appreciate it!!!
Gaerelen lay awake staring out of his window. Coincidentally, his house is on the outskirts of town, the only way out or in. Dropping of to sleep, half-way there, he suddenly bolted upright. He saw something outside...a person. He climbed out of bed and threw open the window. Upon hearing this, the figure turned quickly, revealing it's identity.
"Laurefinwen!?" Gaerelen gasped, seeing her shapely face.
Laurefinwen glared and looked terrified, and ran off into the forest, her cloak billowing out behind her.
He did not follow her, not at that moment anyway.
'She does not want to talk to me.' Gaerelen thought sadly. 'Over this last week, my unrequited love has become a lust. She is ever haunting my mind. I do not even find relief in sleep.'
He shivered. The cool wind was icy upon his bare chest. He shut the widow and resolved that he would have to follow her. In then minutes (or less) he was ready. He crept out of his window and went to the stables to get his hardy journeying pony. She was a bright white, as beautiful as the moon on a clear night. He lept upon Gil-roch, his star horse. They trotted off into the twilight, Gil-roch's scream piercing the night. Gaerelen was able to track Laurefinwen fairly well and he, being on pony, caught up quickly. Both Gaerelen and his pony were tired , he decided that he would rest for a day, to give Gil-roch a real challenge, Laurefinwen would have a head start. He lay in a grove with a brook babbling nearby. The dawn was upon them and Gaerelen had grown weary. he quickly drifted into a quieted slumber.
Laurefinwen had been going for hours, the terrain was rough and the going was slow, yet, she was already deeply into the Emen-uial, the twilight mountains that surrounded the small village of Belegsir. The tallest peaks loomed ominously ahead of Laurefinwen. It was dawn, she was terribly hungry and tired. None the less, she never did regret going, ever. She collapsed, casting herself upon the cold ground, and let the wave of exhaustion sweep over her and lull her into a restless sleep.
a/n: Hello! (nvm everybody....)
The next day was rather restful for all. After leaving in the dead of night, most of the day was slept away. Laurefinwen awoke by the shimmering light of the setting sun. Laurefinwen roused herself from sleep and began to prepare for her night-long trek through mountain terrain. Stretching and groaning (very un elf-like) Laurefinwen went for a wash, even on a journey, an elf had no excuse to be filthy all the time. When time arose, she came back. After a frugal supper consisting of a wafer of lembas and a few mouthfuls of water, Laurefinwen set out.
Gaerelen's day was restful in his confidence. He stayed in the same area for the span of the entire day, relaxing and thinking. He began to doubt himself. Most often he thought of Laurefinwen, his lust ever-growing in his mind, casting its corrupt shadow into the depths of his thoughts. In the darkness, a seed of evil was sown.
a/n: So I stole ^this^ line from the Silmarillion, which also is not mine. *starts singing Everybody's got a seed to sow!* *also is doing retarded choreography*
Feathalion's day was less than restful. He knew that he to catch up if he ever hoped to see Laurefinwen again. Not caring for sleep, he trudged on and up into the Emen-uial. He rested and ate little, but finally, at about mid-day, when he could go no further, he lept up and slept where he would be able to keep a lookout and not be disturbed, in a tree. Squinting up through the leaves of the forest, he soon nodded into uneasy sleep. After resting than five hours, Feathalion was again ambling along the unmarked path.
Laurefinwen was going slowly, she had long to reach Ered Lithui, and the plateau of Gorgorath.
Feathalion drew nearer and as night fell, met up with Gaerelen. He caught up to him. Under the protection of the stars of Elbereth, Feathalion approached. Odd as it may have seemed to him , he came across a gleaming white pony and its rider deep in thought and gazing to the horizon.
With a start, he realized that his mysterious traveler was none other than Gaerelen. Suddenly, the pony sprang into action as Gaerelen urged it on, saying "Noro lim, noro lim!" The beast bolted forth in anticipation.
Feathalion had to run to keep him in sight and keep the trail unspoiled. His muscles rippled fluidly under his skin as he ran. With feet as swift as a deer, Feathalion was usually able to keep within seeing distance of Gaerelen, but that was no great accomplishment, as the eyes of elves could see for many miles.
Gaerelen was unaware of his pursuer. He rode the mountain. The plateau had ended and the going was rougher and uneasy. Yet he felt exhilarated, he had the thrill of the hunt in his head and adrenaline was raging through his veins, as if Laurefinwen was an animal, a prize to be won. Gaerelen was of a long line of prize hunters with aim so deadly that they can kill a rabbit from half-a-mile off, and eyes so keen that they can see far beyond the distance. He could track a falcon on a cloudy day. He, of course could see where Laurefinwen had been, she hadn't cared to be graceful while plodding through uncivilized mountain terrain.
As dawn came upon them, Gaerelen and Gil-roch lay off for some shut-eye.
a/n: ...and? anything?
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR...I wish I did. I am not making any money off this, so don't sue me!!!!
VERY IMPORTANT NOTE: My story (yes, this one) is VERY messed up, and reading it more closely, I have realized these mistakes. I am working to try to fix them and when I do, I will probably post a more accurate version of what this was supposed to be. It will probably change part of the plot, but never fear, we will still have Feathalion and Gaerelen. In the mean time, I will post the messed up version of my story, hope you all don't mind.
a/n: well, here it is, chapter 6, after much toil and hard work (yeah...right) I have this typed and ready for you, so you better appreciate it!!!
Gaerelen lay awake staring out of his window. Coincidentally, his house is on the outskirts of town, the only way out or in. Dropping of to sleep, half-way there, he suddenly bolted upright. He saw something outside...a person. He climbed out of bed and threw open the window. Upon hearing this, the figure turned quickly, revealing it's identity.
"Laurefinwen!?" Gaerelen gasped, seeing her shapely face.
Laurefinwen glared and looked terrified, and ran off into the forest, her cloak billowing out behind her.
He did not follow her, not at that moment anyway.
'She does not want to talk to me.' Gaerelen thought sadly. 'Over this last week, my unrequited love has become a lust. She is ever haunting my mind. I do not even find relief in sleep.'
He shivered. The cool wind was icy upon his bare chest. He shut the widow and resolved that he would have to follow her. In then minutes (or less) he was ready. He crept out of his window and went to the stables to get his hardy journeying pony. She was a bright white, as beautiful as the moon on a clear night. He lept upon Gil-roch, his star horse. They trotted off into the twilight, Gil-roch's scream piercing the night. Gaerelen was able to track Laurefinwen fairly well and he, being on pony, caught up quickly. Both Gaerelen and his pony were tired , he decided that he would rest for a day, to give Gil-roch a real challenge, Laurefinwen would have a head start. He lay in a grove with a brook babbling nearby. The dawn was upon them and Gaerelen had grown weary. he quickly drifted into a quieted slumber.
Laurefinwen had been going for hours, the terrain was rough and the going was slow, yet, she was already deeply into the Emen-uial, the twilight mountains that surrounded the small village of Belegsir. The tallest peaks loomed ominously ahead of Laurefinwen. It was dawn, she was terribly hungry and tired. None the less, she never did regret going, ever. She collapsed, casting herself upon the cold ground, and let the wave of exhaustion sweep over her and lull her into a restless sleep.
a/n: Hello! (nvm everybody....)
The next day was rather restful for all. After leaving in the dead of night, most of the day was slept away. Laurefinwen awoke by the shimmering light of the setting sun. Laurefinwen roused herself from sleep and began to prepare for her night-long trek through mountain terrain. Stretching and groaning (very un elf-like) Laurefinwen went for a wash, even on a journey, an elf had no excuse to be filthy all the time. When time arose, she came back. After a frugal supper consisting of a wafer of lembas and a few mouthfuls of water, Laurefinwen set out.
Gaerelen's day was restful in his confidence. He stayed in the same area for the span of the entire day, relaxing and thinking. He began to doubt himself. Most often he thought of Laurefinwen, his lust ever-growing in his mind, casting its corrupt shadow into the depths of his thoughts. In the darkness, a seed of evil was sown.
a/n: So I stole ^this^ line from the Silmarillion, which also is not mine. *starts singing Everybody's got a seed to sow!* *also is doing retarded choreography*
Feathalion's day was less than restful. He knew that he to catch up if he ever hoped to see Laurefinwen again. Not caring for sleep, he trudged on and up into the Emen-uial. He rested and ate little, but finally, at about mid-day, when he could go no further, he lept up and slept where he would be able to keep a lookout and not be disturbed, in a tree. Squinting up through the leaves of the forest, he soon nodded into uneasy sleep. After resting than five hours, Feathalion was again ambling along the unmarked path.
Laurefinwen was going slowly, she had long to reach Ered Lithui, and the plateau of Gorgorath.
Feathalion drew nearer and as night fell, met up with Gaerelen. He caught up to him. Under the protection of the stars of Elbereth, Feathalion approached. Odd as it may have seemed to him , he came across a gleaming white pony and its rider deep in thought and gazing to the horizon.
With a start, he realized that his mysterious traveler was none other than Gaerelen. Suddenly, the pony sprang into action as Gaerelen urged it on, saying "Noro lim, noro lim!" The beast bolted forth in anticipation.
Feathalion had to run to keep him in sight and keep the trail unspoiled. His muscles rippled fluidly under his skin as he ran. With feet as swift as a deer, Feathalion was usually able to keep within seeing distance of Gaerelen, but that was no great accomplishment, as the eyes of elves could see for many miles.
Gaerelen was unaware of his pursuer. He rode the mountain. The plateau had ended and the going was rougher and uneasy. Yet he felt exhilarated, he had the thrill of the hunt in his head and adrenaline was raging through his veins, as if Laurefinwen was an animal, a prize to be won. Gaerelen was of a long line of prize hunters with aim so deadly that they can kill a rabbit from half-a-mile off, and eyes so keen that they can see far beyond the distance. He could track a falcon on a cloudy day. He, of course could see where Laurefinwen had been, she hadn't cared to be graceful while plodding through uncivilized mountain terrain.
As dawn came upon them, Gaerelen and Gil-roch lay off for some shut-eye.
a/n: ...and? anything?