A/N: OK, I just have to say this before I start writing any more. Meitantei
Kudo KID, you are my best reviewer yet!!!
I'm currently looking for a picture of an elf that looks like Aryante to make a poster for this fanfiction. Once I do, I'm making an award for you ^_^
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It was three days after Morion had attacked Aryante and she, Pippin, Merry, Frodo, and Sam were now walking for what seemed to them a year after they had left the others. They had walked at a fast pace the last two days, having wanted to get as far away from where ever Morion may be, and were now walking slower, all equally tired. Merry, Frodo, and Sam would occasionally talk, but Aryante and Pippin were silent for most of the time, being as they both felt extremely embarrassed for being caught by the others in a situation as a few nights ago.
As the days slowly drew on, the scenery around them began getting less and less pleasant. The green trees that had been beside them before had now turned to dark leafless trees that gave an eerie feeling around them. The skies were no longer blue, but dark and clouded. With every step they took, Aryante felt the ring around her neck getting heavier. Also, a dark shadow had been looming in her mind since they had gotten closer to Mordor. She didn't notice it at first, but the shadow was getting clearer, nagging at her all the time, just as Morion had been at their last encounter. She tried to hide it, but the others noticed the worry on her face that seemed to stick there constantly.
That night they camped for the last time in the forest, for a head of them there were no trees to shelter them from any spies of Sauron. Aryante was sitting a little away from the others, tying to shut out the shadow that was whispering in her mind. (A/N: things with the ' 'instead of the " " is when they are thinking/saying something in their mind)
'You know, with the Ring of Power you could be invincible,' the shadow said. 'You wouldn't have to carry out this quest any further.'
'Shut up,' she thought to it.
'Forget about them over there,' the shadow continued as if she hadn't said anything at all. 'They aren't your friends.'
'Shut up, leave me alone,'
'The ring will give you power beyond your dreams, if you accept it you would need no friends, you would have power,'
"Shut up," she muttered under her breath. The others looked up and over at her, a questioning look on their faces. Pippin got up and started going over to her to see what was wrong.
'See them over there? They care nothing for you, but power can give you all,'
"I said leave me alone!" she yelled out. She looked behind her where Pippin's hand was just inches away from her shoulder, an offended look on his face from being yelled at.
"Pippin, I'm sorry, I wasn't talking to you," she quickly said.
"Who were you talking to?" she shook her head.
"No one, it's no one," Pippin paused for a moment.
"Aryante, speak to you for a second? Out of ear-shot of the others?" Aryante nodded and got up. She walked for a minute with him before they were far enough from Merry, Frodo, and Sam.
"What's wrong?" she asked casually.
"I'm worried about you, Aryante," Pippin said truthfully. "You haven't been yourself lately." Aryante looked down at the ground, as if fearing to tell him what had been going on lately. She almost felt as if he would think her insane.
"Aryante, you can tell me, I won't laugh,"
"I feel like a shadow has been steadily growing over my mind ever since that last encounter with Morion," she said, her eyes still on the ground. "A shadow has been trying to trick me, in a way, trying to get me to choose the ring over this quest."
"Aryante." Pippin put the ends of his fingers on her chin and slightly pulled her head up so that he could look right into her eyes. "I promised you that night that I would protect you no matter what, but lately I've been feeling as if a promise isn't enough." He took his hand from her chin and took his sword out. Setting it down in front of him, he kneeled and bowed his head. Then, looking up at her, he said: "I give you an oath that I will always protect you, that I will always care for you, no matter what the outcome." Aryante smiled at him.
"Thank you," she said, almost in a whisper. Pippin stood back up and moved forward, kissing her lightly. He hadn't for long when they heard a beating noise on the ground. They broke apart and looked out of the forest, the noise getting louder. Before long they could see in the distance five black horses swiftly running towards them. Aryante and Pippin ran back to the others and grabbed their packs.
"Run!" Pippin yelled. The others didn't need to hear it again. They could clearly see the horses and knew what it was: five of the nine black riders.
They ran quickly through the forest, trying to keep out of reach of the riders, but to no luck. Swerving around all the dead and dark trees slowed them down and they stumbled every so often, tripping on roots that lay on the ground.
"It's no use!" Sam yelled. And he was right. Though the forest had been slowing the riders down a little, they had reached the end of it. The forest now cleared away into a field of dry, hard, brown grass. They were able to run faster now, being as there were no trees or roots to get in their way, but the riders were now advancing on them, getting closer and closer by ever step that the hobbits and Aryante took.
After a minute, the riders were directly behind them, reaching out for them.
"Help!" Aryante yelled as one of them grabbed her arm. Pippin needed no reminding of his oath. He reached for the hilt of his sword and-his sword! In the confusion of the riders' approach he had forgotten to grab his sword, which now lay back in the forest. Aryante seemed to have forgotten about her sword, though it lay sheathed at her side, and was using her other hand to try and get the Ringwraith to let go of her. Pippin grabbed Aryante's sword by the hilt and slashed the Wraith's hand that held onto Aryante. The Wraith let go in a shriek that sent a chill through all of them. As they continued to run, Pippin gave Aryante back her sword.
"Thank you!" She said quickly as she jumped over a log that had lain in their way. Much to their dismay, the jump over the log sped the Ringwraiths up a bit. It was not long before each Wraith had grabbed each all of them and rode off towards Mordor.
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A/N: Yeah, I know, seems pretty helpless now, right? Well, I'll think up something, don't worry. at least, I hope I will ^^;
I'm currently at writer's block, but once I think something up I'll write it down right away. More to come soon, hopefully!
You know the drill if you want to know when a new chapter's out. Please review! Oh, and Meitantei Kudo KID, I made a little award for you =) I found a pic of someone I don't know on the internet that looks like Aryante, so I made a little poster and an award for you. Go to http://www.angelfire.com/realm2/limbeomentie/BestReviewer.html to get your award! =)
I'm currently looking for a picture of an elf that looks like Aryante to make a poster for this fanfiction. Once I do, I'm making an award for you ^_^
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It was three days after Morion had attacked Aryante and she, Pippin, Merry, Frodo, and Sam were now walking for what seemed to them a year after they had left the others. They had walked at a fast pace the last two days, having wanted to get as far away from where ever Morion may be, and were now walking slower, all equally tired. Merry, Frodo, and Sam would occasionally talk, but Aryante and Pippin were silent for most of the time, being as they both felt extremely embarrassed for being caught by the others in a situation as a few nights ago.
As the days slowly drew on, the scenery around them began getting less and less pleasant. The green trees that had been beside them before had now turned to dark leafless trees that gave an eerie feeling around them. The skies were no longer blue, but dark and clouded. With every step they took, Aryante felt the ring around her neck getting heavier. Also, a dark shadow had been looming in her mind since they had gotten closer to Mordor. She didn't notice it at first, but the shadow was getting clearer, nagging at her all the time, just as Morion had been at their last encounter. She tried to hide it, but the others noticed the worry on her face that seemed to stick there constantly.
That night they camped for the last time in the forest, for a head of them there were no trees to shelter them from any spies of Sauron. Aryante was sitting a little away from the others, tying to shut out the shadow that was whispering in her mind. (A/N: things with the ' 'instead of the " " is when they are thinking/saying something in their mind)
'You know, with the Ring of Power you could be invincible,' the shadow said. 'You wouldn't have to carry out this quest any further.'
'Shut up,' she thought to it.
'Forget about them over there,' the shadow continued as if she hadn't said anything at all. 'They aren't your friends.'
'Shut up, leave me alone,'
'The ring will give you power beyond your dreams, if you accept it you would need no friends, you would have power,'
"Shut up," she muttered under her breath. The others looked up and over at her, a questioning look on their faces. Pippin got up and started going over to her to see what was wrong.
'See them over there? They care nothing for you, but power can give you all,'
"I said leave me alone!" she yelled out. She looked behind her where Pippin's hand was just inches away from her shoulder, an offended look on his face from being yelled at.
"Pippin, I'm sorry, I wasn't talking to you," she quickly said.
"Who were you talking to?" she shook her head.
"No one, it's no one," Pippin paused for a moment.
"Aryante, speak to you for a second? Out of ear-shot of the others?" Aryante nodded and got up. She walked for a minute with him before they were far enough from Merry, Frodo, and Sam.
"What's wrong?" she asked casually.
"I'm worried about you, Aryante," Pippin said truthfully. "You haven't been yourself lately." Aryante looked down at the ground, as if fearing to tell him what had been going on lately. She almost felt as if he would think her insane.
"Aryante, you can tell me, I won't laugh,"
"I feel like a shadow has been steadily growing over my mind ever since that last encounter with Morion," she said, her eyes still on the ground. "A shadow has been trying to trick me, in a way, trying to get me to choose the ring over this quest."
"Aryante." Pippin put the ends of his fingers on her chin and slightly pulled her head up so that he could look right into her eyes. "I promised you that night that I would protect you no matter what, but lately I've been feeling as if a promise isn't enough." He took his hand from her chin and took his sword out. Setting it down in front of him, he kneeled and bowed his head. Then, looking up at her, he said: "I give you an oath that I will always protect you, that I will always care for you, no matter what the outcome." Aryante smiled at him.
"Thank you," she said, almost in a whisper. Pippin stood back up and moved forward, kissing her lightly. He hadn't for long when they heard a beating noise on the ground. They broke apart and looked out of the forest, the noise getting louder. Before long they could see in the distance five black horses swiftly running towards them. Aryante and Pippin ran back to the others and grabbed their packs.
"Run!" Pippin yelled. The others didn't need to hear it again. They could clearly see the horses and knew what it was: five of the nine black riders.
They ran quickly through the forest, trying to keep out of reach of the riders, but to no luck. Swerving around all the dead and dark trees slowed them down and they stumbled every so often, tripping on roots that lay on the ground.
"It's no use!" Sam yelled. And he was right. Though the forest had been slowing the riders down a little, they had reached the end of it. The forest now cleared away into a field of dry, hard, brown grass. They were able to run faster now, being as there were no trees or roots to get in their way, but the riders were now advancing on them, getting closer and closer by ever step that the hobbits and Aryante took.
After a minute, the riders were directly behind them, reaching out for them.
"Help!" Aryante yelled as one of them grabbed her arm. Pippin needed no reminding of his oath. He reached for the hilt of his sword and-his sword! In the confusion of the riders' approach he had forgotten to grab his sword, which now lay back in the forest. Aryante seemed to have forgotten about her sword, though it lay sheathed at her side, and was using her other hand to try and get the Ringwraith to let go of her. Pippin grabbed Aryante's sword by the hilt and slashed the Wraith's hand that held onto Aryante. The Wraith let go in a shriek that sent a chill through all of them. As they continued to run, Pippin gave Aryante back her sword.
"Thank you!" She said quickly as she jumped over a log that had lain in their way. Much to their dismay, the jump over the log sped the Ringwraiths up a bit. It was not long before each Wraith had grabbed each all of them and rode off towards Mordor.
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A/N: Yeah, I know, seems pretty helpless now, right? Well, I'll think up something, don't worry. at least, I hope I will ^^;
I'm currently at writer's block, but once I think something up I'll write it down right away. More to come soon, hopefully!
You know the drill if you want to know when a new chapter's out. Please review! Oh, and Meitantei Kudo KID, I made a little award for you =) I found a pic of someone I don't know on the internet that looks like Aryante, so I made a little poster and an award for you. Go to http://www.angelfire.com/realm2/limbeomentie/BestReviewer.html to get your award! =)