Chapter 10:
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR...I wish I did.... I am not making any money off this, don't sue me!!!
a/n: This chapter is entirely of Feathalion and Gaerelen... hehehe, it also has the.. "river scene"... hehehhe :-) mwahahaha, read on.
reviewers, I love you!!! I really do appreciate it, :')
::huggles::
Reviewers, getting crushed in the author's hug: Oh, god....
Meanwhile, Feathalion and Gaerelen were just getting out of the Emen-uial. Gil-roch was tired from being repeatedly spurred to keep going by his ungrateful rider. His flanks were bleeding , and his chest was heaving, breathing laboriously. Feeling none of the relief Laurefinwen had, Gaerelen pressed on. The sun had set and the night was upon the land when Gaerelen reached the river that Laurefinwen had to pass earlier and saw the evidence of her being there. Smirking, he jumped off Gil-roch and wrapped himself in his cloak and went to sleep. Gil-roch lay down for some much-needed rest, he nearly passed out from exhaustion.
Feathalion had been lurking in the trees tracking Gaerelen and Laurefinwen. As the dusk approached, Feathalion had a wonderful view of the mountain endings. Beaming, he leapt into one of the last trees in the countryside and drifted off into a wistful sleep.
Gaerelen awoke during the day and faced the predicament of getting across. He resolved to ride across. Calling Gil-roch, he got onto the pony's back and kicked him in the sides, hard, to get him into the water. It was too deep for him to stand. The pony struggled against the swirling waters. He could have swam it if he didn't have the weight of the rider on him. He ought to keep his head above water, and, almost reaching the other bank, Gaerelen kicked him to go further. He surged ahead in pain, knocking knees on the far bank. Gaerelen leapt off and looked into the distance. Gil-roch stumbled onto the shore gasping for breath. he lay on the ground, bleeding, exhausted, and braying shrilly. Gaerelen took little notice of his animal. After noticing that Gil-roch was in no condition to ride, and decided that he could not wait so he walked off, leaving Gil-roch to help himself. He started into the prarie grass, silently cursing himself for holding back a day.
Feathalion awoke at dawn and sprang into action. Snatching up his pack, he eased into a light jog. He had just warmed up and was slightly breathless when, before long, he reached the river. Feathalion knew he did not have any tools that would be helpful in crossing the river. He gathered all of his things into his pack, and stripping (a/n: don't we all love that word? well I know I do :-)) off his shirt, (he stowed that in his pack as well) he threw his belongings across the flowing waters to the other bank of the river, and without hesitation, dove into the swiftly moving water.
After a furious battle with the swirling river, Feathalion climbed the bank, victorious. Calmly wringing out his wet hair, he stood up, the water slid off his muscular body.
(a/n: *drools*)
He sat out in the sun to dry his glistening upper body. Then he noticed Gil-roch laying by the bank, who feebly whinnied at his approach.
Feathalion gasped and recognized him as Gaerelen's once-splendid little pony. His flanks were bleeding and his silver coat and tail stained with mud. Distressed, he came to the poor beast on the ground. Taking pity on such a sweet tempered creature, Feathalion took the time to cleanse Gil-roch's wounds and massage his tender sides. He fed him some lembas, even though they were not made for pony's, Gil-roch was re-energized. Feathalion coaxed him off the ground and got him walking properly again. Slowly, Gil-roch began to trust elves again, with the guidance of Feathalion's gentle hand. This process took until the day was done and this put Feathalion behind Gaerelen a little more than a day, but he was glad to save this animal from certain destruction otherwise. As the sun's dying rays faintly lit the sky, Feathalion lay down for some well-deserved rest.
Arising in the morning, Feathalion bathed Gil-roch's wounds with some heated water. Feathalion hated to leave such a splendid little animal behind, so he fashioned a light bridle (not that he needed to use it) for Gil-roch so that he could lead him through the plains until they reached the town of Dale. Gil-roch willingly followed Feathalion. Moving carefully, the pair was still able to travel swiftly.
Please review, It means so much to me... I'm basically writing this fic for Sternenlicht and Anodien now.. oh well, thankies!!
did y'all enjoy half naked Fea? I know I did, ^_^
:-P
sorry if next chapter isn't up for a while, I don't have much time now that school's started -_-;;
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR...I wish I did.... I am not making any money off this, don't sue me!!!
a/n: This chapter is entirely of Feathalion and Gaerelen... hehehe, it also has the.. "river scene"... hehehhe :-) mwahahaha, read on.
reviewers, I love you!!! I really do appreciate it, :')
::huggles::
Reviewers, getting crushed in the author's hug: Oh, god....
Meanwhile, Feathalion and Gaerelen were just getting out of the Emen-uial. Gil-roch was tired from being repeatedly spurred to keep going by his ungrateful rider. His flanks were bleeding , and his chest was heaving, breathing laboriously. Feeling none of the relief Laurefinwen had, Gaerelen pressed on. The sun had set and the night was upon the land when Gaerelen reached the river that Laurefinwen had to pass earlier and saw the evidence of her being there. Smirking, he jumped off Gil-roch and wrapped himself in his cloak and went to sleep. Gil-roch lay down for some much-needed rest, he nearly passed out from exhaustion.
Feathalion had been lurking in the trees tracking Gaerelen and Laurefinwen. As the dusk approached, Feathalion had a wonderful view of the mountain endings. Beaming, he leapt into one of the last trees in the countryside and drifted off into a wistful sleep.
Gaerelen awoke during the day and faced the predicament of getting across. He resolved to ride across. Calling Gil-roch, he got onto the pony's back and kicked him in the sides, hard, to get him into the water. It was too deep for him to stand. The pony struggled against the swirling waters. He could have swam it if he didn't have the weight of the rider on him. He ought to keep his head above water, and, almost reaching the other bank, Gaerelen kicked him to go further. He surged ahead in pain, knocking knees on the far bank. Gaerelen leapt off and looked into the distance. Gil-roch stumbled onto the shore gasping for breath. he lay on the ground, bleeding, exhausted, and braying shrilly. Gaerelen took little notice of his animal. After noticing that Gil-roch was in no condition to ride, and decided that he could not wait so he walked off, leaving Gil-roch to help himself. He started into the prarie grass, silently cursing himself for holding back a day.
Feathalion awoke at dawn and sprang into action. Snatching up his pack, he eased into a light jog. He had just warmed up and was slightly breathless when, before long, he reached the river. Feathalion knew he did not have any tools that would be helpful in crossing the river. He gathered all of his things into his pack, and stripping (a/n: don't we all love that word? well I know I do :-)) off his shirt, (he stowed that in his pack as well) he threw his belongings across the flowing waters to the other bank of the river, and without hesitation, dove into the swiftly moving water.
After a furious battle with the swirling river, Feathalion climbed the bank, victorious. Calmly wringing out his wet hair, he stood up, the water slid off his muscular body.
(a/n: *drools*)
He sat out in the sun to dry his glistening upper body. Then he noticed Gil-roch laying by the bank, who feebly whinnied at his approach.
Feathalion gasped and recognized him as Gaerelen's once-splendid little pony. His flanks were bleeding and his silver coat and tail stained with mud. Distressed, he came to the poor beast on the ground. Taking pity on such a sweet tempered creature, Feathalion took the time to cleanse Gil-roch's wounds and massage his tender sides. He fed him some lembas, even though they were not made for pony's, Gil-roch was re-energized. Feathalion coaxed him off the ground and got him walking properly again. Slowly, Gil-roch began to trust elves again, with the guidance of Feathalion's gentle hand. This process took until the day was done and this put Feathalion behind Gaerelen a little more than a day, but he was glad to save this animal from certain destruction otherwise. As the sun's dying rays faintly lit the sky, Feathalion lay down for some well-deserved rest.
Arising in the morning, Feathalion bathed Gil-roch's wounds with some heated water. Feathalion hated to leave such a splendid little animal behind, so he fashioned a light bridle (not that he needed to use it) for Gil-roch so that he could lead him through the plains until they reached the town of Dale. Gil-roch willingly followed Feathalion. Moving carefully, the pair was still able to travel swiftly.
Please review, It means so much to me... I'm basically writing this fic for Sternenlicht and Anodien now.. oh well, thankies!!
did y'all enjoy half naked Fea? I know I did, ^_^
:-P
sorry if next chapter isn't up for a while, I don't have much time now that school's started -_-;;