A/N: Sorry I haven't updated, but between vacation and writer's block, I've been having a bit of trouble writing. I shall try my best though. Thank you to all who have reviewed, I will try to update as fast as I can. Also, we're almost done! **waits for cheers to subside** As soon as I finish the last chapter I will start the re-write, I promise! Actually, I've already started it! =o) Okay, on to the story...
Chapter 44: Nearing The End
"Look, they have to realize we're missing sometime, right?" Erestor asked. Elwing nodded half-heartedly. "Well, Landroval knows where we are, so he'll tell the others and they'll come get us!"
"I hope," Elwing muttered.
Erestor sighed wearily. He had been trying for the past half-hour to convince Elwing that everything would be alright, but she wouldn't stop moping.
"Look, if we're stuck in this tower, can we at least leave this room?" Elwing asked with a shiver.
Erestor acquiesced, and the two left the throne and began to wander along the hallways. Without realizing it, they took the hall that led to the roof, and the hall suddenly ended at a wall without a door.
"A dead end? That's odd," Elwing mused.
"That's because it's not a dead end," Erestor said, reaching up and pulling on a handle in the ceiling. A trap door opened, revealing a darkening sky.
Erestor scrambled on to the roof, then reached down and helped Elwing up. Night was fast approaching, and there was more light from The Mountain than from the sun, which had already sunk behind the mountains.
"Night in Mordor, what could be better?" Elwing said dryly, shivering in the oncoming cold.
"Are you always this pleasant?" Erestor asked sarcastically.
Elwing smiled faintly. "Sorry, it's been a long day."
"You can say that again," Erestor muttered, sitting down with his back to a battlement. He sat watching Elwing pace the roof for a few minutes, until he felt himself getting dizzy. "If you're trying to wear a hole the roof, I don't think it will work." Elwing smiled, but kept pacing. "Sit down, relax."
"I can't, I'll get cold," Elwing said.
Erestor waited until she walked by him again, then he caught her and pulled her onto his lap. "There, now you won't be cold," he grinned.
Elwing blushed and quickly looked away. I wish those eagles would hurry up, I do not want to spend another night in Mordor! Despite herself, Elwing felt her eyes closing, and at last she gave in and went to sleep.
She was still sleeping when the eagles came, and Erestor had to hold her in front of him as they flew out of Mordor.
* ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ *
Aria stood impatiently outside the sick room along with Galareal. At last Aragorn came out and Aria rushed over to him.
"Well? Is she okay?" she asked anxiously.
Aragorn smiled wearily. "Elwing is fine, she just needs to rest. And speaking of rest, I need some too." Excusing himself, Aragorn went to find a place to sleep.
Aria quietly peeked into her friend's room. Elwing was still asleep, but she was sporting a black eye and plenty of bruises and bandages.
"She doesn't look okay," Aria frowned.
"I think Aragorn knows what he's talking about," Galareal chuckled.
Aria laughed. "Yes, I think he does."
The two looked up and saw Erestor coming towards them, sporting several bandages himself. "How is she?" he asked, nodding towards Elwing's room.
"She's fine," Aria smiled. "Just resting."
"I'm glad this war is over, I don't think I could have put up with her insanity much longer," Erestor said, wincing as his muscles chastened him for not resting them.
"Well, it's over now, so I suggest you go get some rest," Aria advised.
"Yes, nurse," Erestor grinned, slowly making his way back to his room.
"Well, while the children are sleeping, would you like to take a walk?" Galareal asked.
"Why not," Aria shrugged.
The two friends wandered outside and into one of the many gardens near the Houses of Healing. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the clouds were clothed in pastel colors as soft as a baby rabbit. The two had stood silently watching the beautiful display for several minutes, when Galareal suddenly turned away.
"Is something wrong?" Aria frowned.
"No," Galareal said quietly.
Aria put her hand on Galareal's shoulder. "Something's wrong. What is it?"
Galareal sighed and turned to face her. "The war is over, and soon you must return to your own time."
Aria nodded sadly. "I'm going to miss it here."
Galareal shook his head and began to walk away. Confused, Aria ran after him.
"Galareal, what's wrong with you?" Aria asked. "You're acting so strange."
"They say love makes you act strangely," he murmured.
"What?" Aria said, startled.
Galareal looked up and caught her gaze. "I love you, Aria. I know it is foolish of me, as you must return to your time and I must stay here, but I cannot deny what I feel."
Aria stood at a loss for words. He loves me. That is what I have been longing to hear, is it not? Then why do I feel so sad?...
"I am sorry, Aria, I should never have told you," Galareal sighed.
"No," Aria said quickly. "I'm glad you did."
Galareal smiled weakly. "I don't ask for your love in return, I could never ask for that. I only ask that you marry a man who will stay by your side and protect you and treat you the way you deserve." With this he turned and ran off, disappearing into Minas Tirith.
"No! Galareal, come back!" Aria called, trying to catch him, but it was too late, he was gone. He did not ask for my love because he knows it would be given in vain. I could never come back, and he can not come with me. Why must love be so cruel? With a heavy heart, Aria returned to her room.
End Chapter 44
**brings out plate of cookies** Short I know, sorry! I have writer's block. Constructive criticism welcomed with open arms! Please review with thoughts/comments/criticism, etc. Thank you for reading! =o)
Chapter 44: Nearing The End
"Look, they have to realize we're missing sometime, right?" Erestor asked. Elwing nodded half-heartedly. "Well, Landroval knows where we are, so he'll tell the others and they'll come get us!"
"I hope," Elwing muttered.
Erestor sighed wearily. He had been trying for the past half-hour to convince Elwing that everything would be alright, but she wouldn't stop moping.
"Look, if we're stuck in this tower, can we at least leave this room?" Elwing asked with a shiver.
Erestor acquiesced, and the two left the throne and began to wander along the hallways. Without realizing it, they took the hall that led to the roof, and the hall suddenly ended at a wall without a door.
"A dead end? That's odd," Elwing mused.
"That's because it's not a dead end," Erestor said, reaching up and pulling on a handle in the ceiling. A trap door opened, revealing a darkening sky.
Erestor scrambled on to the roof, then reached down and helped Elwing up. Night was fast approaching, and there was more light from The Mountain than from the sun, which had already sunk behind the mountains.
"Night in Mordor, what could be better?" Elwing said dryly, shivering in the oncoming cold.
"Are you always this pleasant?" Erestor asked sarcastically.
Elwing smiled faintly. "Sorry, it's been a long day."
"You can say that again," Erestor muttered, sitting down with his back to a battlement. He sat watching Elwing pace the roof for a few minutes, until he felt himself getting dizzy. "If you're trying to wear a hole the roof, I don't think it will work." Elwing smiled, but kept pacing. "Sit down, relax."
"I can't, I'll get cold," Elwing said.
Erestor waited until she walked by him again, then he caught her and pulled her onto his lap. "There, now you won't be cold," he grinned.
Elwing blushed and quickly looked away. I wish those eagles would hurry up, I do not want to spend another night in Mordor! Despite herself, Elwing felt her eyes closing, and at last she gave in and went to sleep.
She was still sleeping when the eagles came, and Erestor had to hold her in front of him as they flew out of Mordor.
Aria stood impatiently outside the sick room along with Galareal. At last Aragorn came out and Aria rushed over to him.
"Well? Is she okay?" she asked anxiously.
Aragorn smiled wearily. "Elwing is fine, she just needs to rest. And speaking of rest, I need some too." Excusing himself, Aragorn went to find a place to sleep.
Aria quietly peeked into her friend's room. Elwing was still asleep, but she was sporting a black eye and plenty of bruises and bandages.
"She doesn't look okay," Aria frowned.
"I think Aragorn knows what he's talking about," Galareal chuckled.
Aria laughed. "Yes, I think he does."
The two looked up and saw Erestor coming towards them, sporting several bandages himself. "How is she?" he asked, nodding towards Elwing's room.
"She's fine," Aria smiled. "Just resting."
"I'm glad this war is over, I don't think I could have put up with her insanity much longer," Erestor said, wincing as his muscles chastened him for not resting them.
"Well, it's over now, so I suggest you go get some rest," Aria advised.
"Yes, nurse," Erestor grinned, slowly making his way back to his room.
"Well, while the children are sleeping, would you like to take a walk?" Galareal asked.
"Why not," Aria shrugged.
The two friends wandered outside and into one of the many gardens near the Houses of Healing. The sun was just beginning to rise, and the clouds were clothed in pastel colors as soft as a baby rabbit. The two had stood silently watching the beautiful display for several minutes, when Galareal suddenly turned away.
"Is something wrong?" Aria frowned.
"No," Galareal said quietly.
Aria put her hand on Galareal's shoulder. "Something's wrong. What is it?"
Galareal sighed and turned to face her. "The war is over, and soon you must return to your own time."
Aria nodded sadly. "I'm going to miss it here."
Galareal shook his head and began to walk away. Confused, Aria ran after him.
"Galareal, what's wrong with you?" Aria asked. "You're acting so strange."
"They say love makes you act strangely," he murmured.
"What?" Aria said, startled.
Galareal looked up and caught her gaze. "I love you, Aria. I know it is foolish of me, as you must return to your time and I must stay here, but I cannot deny what I feel."
Aria stood at a loss for words. He loves me. That is what I have been longing to hear, is it not? Then why do I feel so sad?...
"I am sorry, Aria, I should never have told you," Galareal sighed.
"No," Aria said quickly. "I'm glad you did."
Galareal smiled weakly. "I don't ask for your love in return, I could never ask for that. I only ask that you marry a man who will stay by your side and protect you and treat you the way you deserve." With this he turned and ran off, disappearing into Minas Tirith.
"No! Galareal, come back!" Aria called, trying to catch him, but it was too late, he was gone. He did not ask for my love because he knows it would be given in vain. I could never come back, and he can not come with me. Why must love be so cruel? With a heavy heart, Aria returned to her room.
End Chapter 44
**brings out plate of cookies** Short I know, sorry! I have writer's block. Constructive criticism welcomed with open arms! Please review with thoughts/comments/criticism, etc. Thank you for reading! =o)
