A/N: Hey, just wanted to thank pippin28 and Meitantei Kudo KID for actually
reviewing. *Cries out of happiness* They loves me so much to
review!!!!!!!!!!!! And pippin28, I just have to correct you. you spelled
wanted and writing wrong =P
.Erm. yeah. Anyway, I will have to find some way to reward you both ^^
For all of your information, pippin28 is Ariana, the person whom I based the character Ari on. To those of you who feel like you should e-mail me your reviews instead. CUT IT OUT!!!. Sorry, I just like your reviews on ff.net better. *Ahem* anyway, to one of your e-mail-reviewing-people out there, I'm sure I mentioned this before, but yes, Isabella is Legolas's sister whom I based on my friend Ami.
I would just like to take this time to make a note to everyone who reads this that from now on the chapters will be getting a lot darker, as you may have noticed from the previous chapter. My reasons for why this is a PG-13 fanfic will be clearly shown in following chapters.
BE WARNED!!! For all of you will uneasy stomachs from reading gory things, don't blame me for it. I'm going to be getting visual description down a lot from now on, and it's not going to be pretty.
Also, might be some romance in this chapter if I decide to when I'm writing the end of it ^_~ **
Aryante woke from her sleep, hoping that it had all been a dream. 'Please let it have been a dream,' she thought. 'Please, just a dream.' She opened her eyes and feared the worst: it hadn't been a dream. The dimly lit candle gave her enough light to see the entire room that was in the tree. She was lying on the floor where she had fell after she hit her head on the chair and seen his face. She wasn't that surprised whom her attacker had been, but it had shocked her. She looked up and saw Morion reaching for her. She jumped up and ran to the other side of the room, keeping a far distance from him.
"Now now, my dear elf," he said, trying to sound at least a little bit friendly. "No need to run from me. It won't help you, anyway. Only I know the way to get out. Why waist your strength on being so upset?" Despite his attempts to calm her in the littlest way, she looked absolutely frightened.
"I'm upset because you lied to me!" Aryante said, though it barely came out of her mouth. The fact that she was stuck in a room -or more like stuck inside a tree -with him absolutely terrified her. "I was actually beginning to trust you."
"Aryante, I never lied to you. I promised that you need not fear me,"
"Not fear you?" Aryante asked in disbelief. "You grab me while I'm sleeping and run off with me into a tree and I'm not suppose to fear you? What reason have you for that?"
"I wanted to get you out of harms way. You do not understand the danger you are in,"
"I understand clearly, now let me out!"
"Aryante, I'm trying to protect you," he ignored her last remark.
"Protect me from what?"
"From those four. You do not know what dangers they may bring. Do you really know them?" Aryante didn't say anything and diverted her eyes from his. There was something about them that made her feel like she should believe him, as if they would put her under a spell. "Do you not see what I mean? Can't you see what's going on? They don't love you, they only wish to destroy the ring or have it for themselves. And once they have what they want, they will forget you and perhaps even kill you! They only wish to bring you out far enough from anyone's reach to have what they want!" He took a step closer, and Aryante tried to block out what he was saying. It was nonsense! Yet with every step he took, his voice became more and more convincing. She shook her head, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes at any moment.
"You lie," She said through choked sobs that came in place of her tears. "They would never do something like that!" Morion ignored her and took another step closer.
"You care for them deeply, but can't you see? They would never feel the same for you, they only wish for the ring!" Aryante looked up at him and into his eyes. They looked warm and comforting, each trying to make her believe him, as if he would never lie to her about something so dreadful as this. But she was not fooled. Deep in the corner of his eye was a darkness that crept out, just barely showing. A darkness that revealed to her that he had lied ever since the first words he had spoken to them. The Ringwraiths weren't the only ones after the ring: he had been. Her hand automatically reached for the hilt of her sword, the only thing that Morion had forgotten she had. She brought her sword out quickly, bringing it just below his chin so that it lightly touched his neck.
"Let me out unless you would like to feel an Elven blade in your throat," She said quite forcefully, though not less fearful. She was shaking with fear inside, though she was careful not to let it show.
"You have forgotten something," Morion said peering down at her, the warm in his eyes now replaced with dark and cold looks.
"And what is that?" Morion swiftly brought his sword out from its sheath and clashed it upon hers, knocking it away from his neck.
"I am a skilled swordsman and I do not give up easily," Aryante held her sword up just as he brought it down at her, and only just in time. His sword stopped inches from her face, nearly touching the point of her nose. Morion brought his sword around and shoved her quite hard with his arm. She fell with a loud crash as she knocked into the wall and knocked over a few boxes that littered the floor. Her jaw had hit the wall hard and she could taste blood. He brought his sword around once more. She scooted out of the way with a cry, but not quick enough. Though the damage would have been worse had she not moved, the sword still cut her on her cheek, stinging her face. Morion brought the sword around swiftly again. She brought up her sword and broke the blow, but her sword was knocked out of her hand and far away from her. He brought the sword around and each time she tried to get out of the way, but he was just too fast for her. Twice his sword swiftly cut into each of her arms and she cried out in pain each time. His sword was sharper than any sword she had seen and the added speed of his arms didn't help.
She suddenly noticed that if a house had indeed been built inside the tree, the walls must not be that thick. In fact, she could even hear the others outside yelling.
"Help!" She yelled as loud as she had ever in her life. "Press one of the knots in the tree! Hurry!" She hoped that they heard her, but she could not say any more. Morion had brought his sword around again and she jumped out of the way, his sword cutting into her right arm once more. She grabbed her sword off of the ground and diverted his sword a little more easily. She was able to push him over when his sword met hers and she quickly ran over to him before he could pick his sword up. She brought the hilt of her sword around and hit the hilt hard on his head. He fell over on the floor and lay there still, unconscious.
Just as soon as he had fallen, the opening in the tree appeared again. She ran out of the tree and dropped her sword to the ground, throwing her arms around Pippin and let the tears she had held back for so long flow swiftly down her face as the opening closed behind her.
No one said anything, for they were all to glad that she was safe. Once she had calmed down a bit, she sheathed her sword once more and they walked out of that side of the forest and into the other. They walked for a few hours, wanting to get far away from Morion, though he was knocked out.
When everyone had gone to sleep, Aryante still sat up against a tree, still feeling as if tears would come at any moment. Nothing that Morion had said about the hobbits seemed to affect her, and she was thankful for it. The deep breathing that came from the sleeping hobbits seemed to calm her down, since she know new that she was back with them once more. She realized, though, that the one nearest to her didn't seem to be asleep, for his breathing seemed light.
"Thank you, Pippin," she whispered.
"For what?" Pippin whispered back as he sat up, not wanting to wake the others.
"Just for helping me through this journey, for being there for me,"
"What do you expect me to do, let you be kidnapped?" Pippin joked. Aryante laughed quietly.
"Not just that, from the very beginning, when we started in the Shire," She paused on what she was to say next. "The truth is. well, no, it's stupid."
"What?"
"Well, you're really the one who's been keeping my spirits up lately. Just to be walking with you on this trip helps me carry on," She thanked the night that it was dark so that the red of her face was concealed, but it was not as dark as she had hoped and Pippin could still see her face.
"That's not stupid," He smiled at her, wanting to comfort her in any way he could. "There's nothing that you can say that could ever be stupid."
"That's really sweet of you,"
"I'm not trying to be sweet, I'm being honest," Pippin said truthfully. "To be fully honest, I feel the same way about you." Aryante looked at him. His somewhat childish face was still there as always, but part of it had been replaced with an expression that she couldn't quite explain. She knew what it was, but to put it down in words or think of it in words was impossible for her. Pippin placed his hand on hers and looked right into her eyes.
"I promise you that no matter what happens, I will always protect you," he said. "Not as a member of the Fellowship, but just as myself."
"Thank you," she whispered even softer than before, looking into his eyes and seeing wonderful warmth in them that she had never quite seen in anyone's eyes before when they had looked at her. It was the same look that she saw in Aragorn's eyes when he looked into Arwen's. Pippin slowly leaned forward, and their lips lightly touched together. He put his other hand lightly on her waist, lightly enough so that she could have him stop if she didn't want this. But she did. She hadn't realized it before, but she did. Her hands were both lightly placed on his chest, her arms bent down and giving into him. He got the note that she didn't mind at all and released his lips from her. Only for a second, though, and then he brought his lips back down on hers, bringing his arm all the way around her waist. He leaned back just enough for her to bring her arms out and around his neck before enclosing his lips once again on hers. He leaned forward more, causing her to slowly fall back onto the ground. A somewhat loud "ahem" noise came from where the other hobbits lay. Pippin and Aryante looked over at Frodo, Sam, and Merry who all had an eyebrow raised at them.
"Not now is exactly the best time," Frodo said, a slight air of interest in his voice. "Perhaps another time when we aren't trying to destroy something?" Pippin quickly got off of Aryante, his face quickly reddening. As soon as the others had lay down and fallen back asleep, so did Aryante, feeling much safer than before and much happier.
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A/N: Yep, I decided to add a little romance into there ^_^ Please don't flame me for it, for if you do, I will have all my wonderful reviewers (not just from this fic, from the previous one also) attack you. And believe me, they will. A good majority of them are my friends irl and on AIM, so I will have them hunt you down =)
..um. you know the drill if you want to be notified for the next chapter. Please review!!!
Next chapter soon!!!!
.Erm. yeah. Anyway, I will have to find some way to reward you both ^^
For all of your information, pippin28 is Ariana, the person whom I based the character Ari on. To those of you who feel like you should e-mail me your reviews instead. CUT IT OUT!!!. Sorry, I just like your reviews on ff.net better. *Ahem* anyway, to one of your e-mail-reviewing-people out there, I'm sure I mentioned this before, but yes, Isabella is Legolas's sister whom I based on my friend Ami.
I would just like to take this time to make a note to everyone who reads this that from now on the chapters will be getting a lot darker, as you may have noticed from the previous chapter. My reasons for why this is a PG-13 fanfic will be clearly shown in following chapters.
BE WARNED!!! For all of you will uneasy stomachs from reading gory things, don't blame me for it. I'm going to be getting visual description down a lot from now on, and it's not going to be pretty.
Also, might be some romance in this chapter if I decide to when I'm writing the end of it ^_~ **
Aryante woke from her sleep, hoping that it had all been a dream. 'Please let it have been a dream,' she thought. 'Please, just a dream.' She opened her eyes and feared the worst: it hadn't been a dream. The dimly lit candle gave her enough light to see the entire room that was in the tree. She was lying on the floor where she had fell after she hit her head on the chair and seen his face. She wasn't that surprised whom her attacker had been, but it had shocked her. She looked up and saw Morion reaching for her. She jumped up and ran to the other side of the room, keeping a far distance from him.
"Now now, my dear elf," he said, trying to sound at least a little bit friendly. "No need to run from me. It won't help you, anyway. Only I know the way to get out. Why waist your strength on being so upset?" Despite his attempts to calm her in the littlest way, she looked absolutely frightened.
"I'm upset because you lied to me!" Aryante said, though it barely came out of her mouth. The fact that she was stuck in a room -or more like stuck inside a tree -with him absolutely terrified her. "I was actually beginning to trust you."
"Aryante, I never lied to you. I promised that you need not fear me,"
"Not fear you?" Aryante asked in disbelief. "You grab me while I'm sleeping and run off with me into a tree and I'm not suppose to fear you? What reason have you for that?"
"I wanted to get you out of harms way. You do not understand the danger you are in,"
"I understand clearly, now let me out!"
"Aryante, I'm trying to protect you," he ignored her last remark.
"Protect me from what?"
"From those four. You do not know what dangers they may bring. Do you really know them?" Aryante didn't say anything and diverted her eyes from his. There was something about them that made her feel like she should believe him, as if they would put her under a spell. "Do you not see what I mean? Can't you see what's going on? They don't love you, they only wish to destroy the ring or have it for themselves. And once they have what they want, they will forget you and perhaps even kill you! They only wish to bring you out far enough from anyone's reach to have what they want!" He took a step closer, and Aryante tried to block out what he was saying. It was nonsense! Yet with every step he took, his voice became more and more convincing. She shook her head, holding back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes at any moment.
"You lie," She said through choked sobs that came in place of her tears. "They would never do something like that!" Morion ignored her and took another step closer.
"You care for them deeply, but can't you see? They would never feel the same for you, they only wish for the ring!" Aryante looked up at him and into his eyes. They looked warm and comforting, each trying to make her believe him, as if he would never lie to her about something so dreadful as this. But she was not fooled. Deep in the corner of his eye was a darkness that crept out, just barely showing. A darkness that revealed to her that he had lied ever since the first words he had spoken to them. The Ringwraiths weren't the only ones after the ring: he had been. Her hand automatically reached for the hilt of her sword, the only thing that Morion had forgotten she had. She brought her sword out quickly, bringing it just below his chin so that it lightly touched his neck.
"Let me out unless you would like to feel an Elven blade in your throat," She said quite forcefully, though not less fearful. She was shaking with fear inside, though she was careful not to let it show.
"You have forgotten something," Morion said peering down at her, the warm in his eyes now replaced with dark and cold looks.
"And what is that?" Morion swiftly brought his sword out from its sheath and clashed it upon hers, knocking it away from his neck.
"I am a skilled swordsman and I do not give up easily," Aryante held her sword up just as he brought it down at her, and only just in time. His sword stopped inches from her face, nearly touching the point of her nose. Morion brought his sword around and shoved her quite hard with his arm. She fell with a loud crash as she knocked into the wall and knocked over a few boxes that littered the floor. Her jaw had hit the wall hard and she could taste blood. He brought his sword around once more. She scooted out of the way with a cry, but not quick enough. Though the damage would have been worse had she not moved, the sword still cut her on her cheek, stinging her face. Morion brought the sword around swiftly again. She brought up her sword and broke the blow, but her sword was knocked out of her hand and far away from her. He brought the sword around and each time she tried to get out of the way, but he was just too fast for her. Twice his sword swiftly cut into each of her arms and she cried out in pain each time. His sword was sharper than any sword she had seen and the added speed of his arms didn't help.
She suddenly noticed that if a house had indeed been built inside the tree, the walls must not be that thick. In fact, she could even hear the others outside yelling.
"Help!" She yelled as loud as she had ever in her life. "Press one of the knots in the tree! Hurry!" She hoped that they heard her, but she could not say any more. Morion had brought his sword around again and she jumped out of the way, his sword cutting into her right arm once more. She grabbed her sword off of the ground and diverted his sword a little more easily. She was able to push him over when his sword met hers and she quickly ran over to him before he could pick his sword up. She brought the hilt of her sword around and hit the hilt hard on his head. He fell over on the floor and lay there still, unconscious.
Just as soon as he had fallen, the opening in the tree appeared again. She ran out of the tree and dropped her sword to the ground, throwing her arms around Pippin and let the tears she had held back for so long flow swiftly down her face as the opening closed behind her.
No one said anything, for they were all to glad that she was safe. Once she had calmed down a bit, she sheathed her sword once more and they walked out of that side of the forest and into the other. They walked for a few hours, wanting to get far away from Morion, though he was knocked out.
When everyone had gone to sleep, Aryante still sat up against a tree, still feeling as if tears would come at any moment. Nothing that Morion had said about the hobbits seemed to affect her, and she was thankful for it. The deep breathing that came from the sleeping hobbits seemed to calm her down, since she know new that she was back with them once more. She realized, though, that the one nearest to her didn't seem to be asleep, for his breathing seemed light.
"Thank you, Pippin," she whispered.
"For what?" Pippin whispered back as he sat up, not wanting to wake the others.
"Just for helping me through this journey, for being there for me,"
"What do you expect me to do, let you be kidnapped?" Pippin joked. Aryante laughed quietly.
"Not just that, from the very beginning, when we started in the Shire," She paused on what she was to say next. "The truth is. well, no, it's stupid."
"What?"
"Well, you're really the one who's been keeping my spirits up lately. Just to be walking with you on this trip helps me carry on," She thanked the night that it was dark so that the red of her face was concealed, but it was not as dark as she had hoped and Pippin could still see her face.
"That's not stupid," He smiled at her, wanting to comfort her in any way he could. "There's nothing that you can say that could ever be stupid."
"That's really sweet of you,"
"I'm not trying to be sweet, I'm being honest," Pippin said truthfully. "To be fully honest, I feel the same way about you." Aryante looked at him. His somewhat childish face was still there as always, but part of it had been replaced with an expression that she couldn't quite explain. She knew what it was, but to put it down in words or think of it in words was impossible for her. Pippin placed his hand on hers and looked right into her eyes.
"I promise you that no matter what happens, I will always protect you," he said. "Not as a member of the Fellowship, but just as myself."
"Thank you," she whispered even softer than before, looking into his eyes and seeing wonderful warmth in them that she had never quite seen in anyone's eyes before when they had looked at her. It was the same look that she saw in Aragorn's eyes when he looked into Arwen's. Pippin slowly leaned forward, and their lips lightly touched together. He put his other hand lightly on her waist, lightly enough so that she could have him stop if she didn't want this. But she did. She hadn't realized it before, but she did. Her hands were both lightly placed on his chest, her arms bent down and giving into him. He got the note that she didn't mind at all and released his lips from her. Only for a second, though, and then he brought his lips back down on hers, bringing his arm all the way around her waist. He leaned back just enough for her to bring her arms out and around his neck before enclosing his lips once again on hers. He leaned forward more, causing her to slowly fall back onto the ground. A somewhat loud "ahem" noise came from where the other hobbits lay. Pippin and Aryante looked over at Frodo, Sam, and Merry who all had an eyebrow raised at them.
"Not now is exactly the best time," Frodo said, a slight air of interest in his voice. "Perhaps another time when we aren't trying to destroy something?" Pippin quickly got off of Aryante, his face quickly reddening. As soon as the others had lay down and fallen back asleep, so did Aryante, feeling much safer than before and much happier.
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A/N: Yep, I decided to add a little romance into there ^_^ Please don't flame me for it, for if you do, I will have all my wonderful reviewers (not just from this fic, from the previous one also) attack you. And believe me, they will. A good majority of them are my friends irl and on AIM, so I will have them hunt you down =)
..um. you know the drill if you want to be notified for the next chapter. Please review!!!
Next chapter soon!!!!