Thank you so much for all your great reviews! *happy dance* now I'm sooo
curious to know if it's just 'cause I didn't want any flames....so now
they are excepted..but not too much,not like...you could roast marshmallows
on-just a little toasty...
AND THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WANT FLAMES! It's just I wanna know if I'm doing something wrong and just blocking out ppl who want to point it out.....*cringe*plz don't take it as a "plz flame me"....
And thank you for pointing out that I had it set on sing only reviews...didn't know I had done that!I'll fix it.
So...here's the part where I shut up and let you actually READ the story!
Huzzah!
Crazy Foo-Fudge!
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Discovery
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They were elves,Legols' kin.Not from Mirkwood,but all the same the scene horrified him.Arrows marked where only a few men amidst the bodys of women and children.
"Orcs.."said Aragorn retrieving an arrow from a mans body-he had not the heart to look upon the childs still face.
"They fought..."said Frodo noticing some of the orcs which had been scewered by either sword or elvin arrows.
Legolas still crouched beside the body of a she-elf,her face was fixed in a silent scream and blood from the almost fresh wound trickled down her neck.Legolas closed her eyes.(her being the dead girl)
"We cannot stay here Legolas.We are in danger from wolves and orcs-we are not unknown to them."
"Survivors."Mumbled Legolas,"I will not allow our leaving without so much as searching."
Aragorn shook his head,"I know it is hard my friend,but Gandalf has already promised our safe return..."he drifted off into a silent state of though,and after a moment looked at the rest of they company,who seemed eager for instruction.
"Be swift.Look for any sign of life and be wary of the orcs,some may only be wounded."Legolas gave an approving glance to his friend and set off in search of the living,as did the rest of the company.Still unsure of his decission,Aragorn drew his sword and backed away from the darkness of the woods and began searching among the bloodied corpses for a heartbeat.
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"Monsters."Whispered Pippin to Merry in an unusually mournful voice as he placed his hand hopelessly on a childs neck.Merry crouched down by another near by,doing the same.
"I fear the coldness the dead have around them,"admitted Merry,"...I feel no pulse."he drew back from the womans form,trudging along with Pippin to the next bodies,still feeling the hopless depression.
They looked over to Gimli son of Gloin.For a dwarf who was "as strong and emotionless as a Dragon" he wept uncontrolabley as he did at the tomb in Moria.
"It should not befall an Elf Mr Frodo."cried Sam against the blood red light of the fire.The he-elf whom he examined held no life to him,he was an older looking elf with no weapon in his hand,his paper thing skin seemed that it would crumble at Sam's touch,and the arrow in his back stood ominously watching,reminding him of the hopless case.
Frodo picked up a bag which lay near to a tall form,feeling quite disrespectful he prayed to be forgiven.On peering inside he found food and clothing.
"Travelling?"he questioned as Samwise looked over his shoulder."Perhaps on the way to Rivendell.These were people we might have met in the future."He hung his head at the loss of people they would never meet,and looked over to the great bonfire which were the elves dwellings.
"They are temporary shelters,"he again looked at the simple wooden cabins which did not look as if they had supported walls at anytime in their short lives."It rained...."he said,remembering,"perhaps they were made for that,for resting a few days.."his head was still hung and left him gazing at the bloodstained grass,which seemed to shimmer and mock him.Sam had no nerve to reply.They walked over the Aragorn,who seemed to be in silent prayer over yet another childs form,and asked him if what Frodo had thought on was probable.
Legolas had quickly checked quite a few bodies,his lonely character staying only long enough to make sure that there was nothing to be done,and to each he bid farewell in the delicate elvin tongue that their ears would never hear.But the silent prayers which were said amidst the crackle of the intruding fire were broken by Pippin's alert cry with his voice somewhere between shock and joy,it came again then shortly followed by Sam's.
"Here!It's breathing!!"He bawled,caring now whether it was man,woman or child."It's heart's faint-It's beating!"came another flustered cry,from a little way from the body,by the frantically moving hobbit.
"Mr Strider!Mr Strider!"Called and urgant Samwise Gamgee,"There's another!A man elf!Mr Frodo look!"he looked shocked as Frodo bounded up to him and also checked the pulse of the elf.
"It is Sam!!"Confirmed the once ringbearer,his eyes widened and he grabbed his companion's shoulders leaping in pure joy.
The other,which was found by Pippin was also alive,found next to what may have been the leader of the band of orcs..Both the elves,as far as could be told,held arrows and wore the same kind of clothing.Out of all the fallen elves they were the only two who lived.One male and one female.But that was not the last similarity to be found.As Legolas,Aragorn,Sam and Frodo lifted the light elves to where the horses stood and lay them and grass which was not redened with the blood of innocent children Gimli stepped forward.
"Elf,"he said in a valiant attempt to soften his rugged voice,"what does that mean?Where is it from?"
"I do not know what you mean,friend dwarf."Replied the elf who had not yet overcome the weight that held his soul on the thought that they had died by the hands of orcs.
"The emblum."The red headed dwarf fell to his knees next to one of the elves,removing a glove to brush his fingers over the blood which greedily hid a golden broach,clasping the two sides of the he-elfs cloak.Merry peered at the lady elf's body,the same symbol perched on her clothing where he collarbone would be,but where no cloak covered.
"I have seen the mark....but I do not recall where or indeed what it symbolises."replied Aragorn for the Prince.
"Respectfully sir,"came a small voice from Sam,"Bilbo showed it to me but a few times."He was a little worried,as Frodo did not pipe up to agree with him-he was quite sure that Bilbo had included it in his book."It is of Alkendrell,I believe,although I cannot be sure that such a city still stands.." he finished,lowering his voice.
The group seeed to agree as if a lost memory had been recovered.Aragorn moved to evaluate the wounds inflicted upon the two elvin bodies,leaving the few bagsof food and clothing found resting near them with Merry and Pippin,but as he did so a fearsome sight caught the eyes of Legolas.A pack of ravenous wolves decended onto the burning waste of a campsite and began to feast on the fallen innocents when one caught wind of the fellowship and seemed go gaze intently at them-plotting how fast he could move to catch the fresher dinner.The alert elf's distinct vibe was detected by the others and they quickly set to the horses.
The living male was put over Aragorn's horse's withers(just at the bottom of the neck)as he and Merry mounted the the horse,Gimli and Sam on another,and as Legolas only had room for himself and the female on the beasts delicate frame,Pip was forced to ride with Frodo on his sturdy pony.Only to make the danger greater Legolas' keen ears soon picked up that the orcs were returning,to kill wolves,ransack the place more or launch an attack on them he was unsure,but he suggested they go before the life was ripped from them.And so,they ran.An orc took up the call that there were beings whom they had not yet tortured,soon the terrible cries could be heard and the wolves fled in fear.Still the horses tore along the path with orcs in persuit,one who managed to catch up with Frodo's pony was beaten on the head by Pip's sword-now was not the time to annoy the Took as the pony was nowhere near as comfortable as the fleet white mare.
The orcs soon fell away,unable to keep the speed that they first held.The team rode until the darkness blinded them to no end and their horses grew weary.There they stopped.The girl still cradled slightly in the Prince's arms where he held the reins.As they dismounted and regained their breath Aragorn lay the elf sitting against a tree with Legolas laying the other beside him.
"There is little I can do in this light,"said Aragorn,taking the flask of water from his bag."but I fear that they will not live the night without treatment..we may have have to rely on chance."Pippin obligingly brought a thick bazing branch to their side,allowing them to see the wounds.
The male's face was young and fair,but in no league with that of the Pronce of Mirkwood's.They could not tell colour,only that his skin was light and his hair to his shoulders,but that was not of concern at the moment.The arrows had been pulled out with as little bloodloss as possible before getting on the horse.There had been three great arrows,one in his shoulder,his leg and a final on at his chest,dangerously close to his heart.Even without saying,there was no great hope for him.
"The wounds require aracan...and I do not carry it."He poured water onto the injuries,wiping away the blood from them with an old peice of cloth.
"But they could live the night,"Pippin put the branch into his other hand,"If we find the grass or berries or-whatever is is in the morning."he finished in a hopeful voice.
"I'm uncertain my friend,they may need to be consious,the roots sting and would be a shock to the system,however if they do not wake-are not fit to ride..."he shook his head,"Then I do not know.We must ride from here as soon as ready."the two other beings looked dismayed.Surely they could not leave them-abandening any chance of knowing what happened."Legolas," he said,waking the prince from his thoughts,"clean her wounds."He threw over the flask and indicated the girl laying on the forest floor under the tree.For the little he could see,she was fair,but as the light was more the the side of Aragorn,he could see little more than the blood of her injuries.She had a gash from a sword below her collar bone which ended near the middle,it was deep and along with an Arrow wound to the back it looked very grim,she had little more chance than her Comrade.
"It is my watch tonight,"Aragon pointed out in thought.He turned to Legolas,"Watch over them."The elf nodded,and with that the ranger walked away to the edge of the camp.The elf settled himself beside the survivors,leaning against the tree,preparing for a long night of no rest.Pippin still lingered,wondering if he should stay up with the elf.His answer came to him.
"Sleep."Legolas said kindly,"We may ride later in the morning tomorrow,but it has been an ill day."Pippin nodded and left for his bedroll,leaving the elf to his thought.
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Ok guys.I had more to this but it's been moved to the next chapter!It's in progress! Hope you're enjoying this!Remember to review-I love it so!^^
Luv.
The Fudge.
AND THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WANT FLAMES! It's just I wanna know if I'm doing something wrong and just blocking out ppl who want to point it out.....*cringe*plz don't take it as a "plz flame me"....
And thank you for pointing out that I had it set on sing only reviews...didn't know I had done that!I'll fix it.
So...here's the part where I shut up and let you actually READ the story!
Huzzah!
Crazy Foo-Fudge!
~*~
Discovery
~*~
They were elves,Legols' kin.Not from Mirkwood,but all the same the scene horrified him.Arrows marked where only a few men amidst the bodys of women and children.
"Orcs.."said Aragorn retrieving an arrow from a mans body-he had not the heart to look upon the childs still face.
"They fought..."said Frodo noticing some of the orcs which had been scewered by either sword or elvin arrows.
Legolas still crouched beside the body of a she-elf,her face was fixed in a silent scream and blood from the almost fresh wound trickled down her neck.Legolas closed her eyes.(her being the dead girl)
"We cannot stay here Legolas.We are in danger from wolves and orcs-we are not unknown to them."
"Survivors."Mumbled Legolas,"I will not allow our leaving without so much as searching."
Aragorn shook his head,"I know it is hard my friend,but Gandalf has already promised our safe return..."he drifted off into a silent state of though,and after a moment looked at the rest of they company,who seemed eager for instruction.
"Be swift.Look for any sign of life and be wary of the orcs,some may only be wounded."Legolas gave an approving glance to his friend and set off in search of the living,as did the rest of the company.Still unsure of his decission,Aragorn drew his sword and backed away from the darkness of the woods and began searching among the bloodied corpses for a heartbeat.
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"Monsters."Whispered Pippin to Merry in an unusually mournful voice as he placed his hand hopelessly on a childs neck.Merry crouched down by another near by,doing the same.
"I fear the coldness the dead have around them,"admitted Merry,"...I feel no pulse."he drew back from the womans form,trudging along with Pippin to the next bodies,still feeling the hopless depression.
They looked over to Gimli son of Gloin.For a dwarf who was "as strong and emotionless as a Dragon" he wept uncontrolabley as he did at the tomb in Moria.
"It should not befall an Elf Mr Frodo."cried Sam against the blood red light of the fire.The he-elf whom he examined held no life to him,he was an older looking elf with no weapon in his hand,his paper thing skin seemed that it would crumble at Sam's touch,and the arrow in his back stood ominously watching,reminding him of the hopless case.
Frodo picked up a bag which lay near to a tall form,feeling quite disrespectful he prayed to be forgiven.On peering inside he found food and clothing.
"Travelling?"he questioned as Samwise looked over his shoulder."Perhaps on the way to Rivendell.These were people we might have met in the future."He hung his head at the loss of people they would never meet,and looked over to the great bonfire which were the elves dwellings.
"They are temporary shelters,"he again looked at the simple wooden cabins which did not look as if they had supported walls at anytime in their short lives."It rained...."he said,remembering,"perhaps they were made for that,for resting a few days.."his head was still hung and left him gazing at the bloodstained grass,which seemed to shimmer and mock him.Sam had no nerve to reply.They walked over the Aragorn,who seemed to be in silent prayer over yet another childs form,and asked him if what Frodo had thought on was probable.
Legolas had quickly checked quite a few bodies,his lonely character staying only long enough to make sure that there was nothing to be done,and to each he bid farewell in the delicate elvin tongue that their ears would never hear.But the silent prayers which were said amidst the crackle of the intruding fire were broken by Pippin's alert cry with his voice somewhere between shock and joy,it came again then shortly followed by Sam's.
"Here!It's breathing!!"He bawled,caring now whether it was man,woman or child."It's heart's faint-It's beating!"came another flustered cry,from a little way from the body,by the frantically moving hobbit.
"Mr Strider!Mr Strider!"Called and urgant Samwise Gamgee,"There's another!A man elf!Mr Frodo look!"he looked shocked as Frodo bounded up to him and also checked the pulse of the elf.
"It is Sam!!"Confirmed the once ringbearer,his eyes widened and he grabbed his companion's shoulders leaping in pure joy.
The other,which was found by Pippin was also alive,found next to what may have been the leader of the band of orcs..Both the elves,as far as could be told,held arrows and wore the same kind of clothing.Out of all the fallen elves they were the only two who lived.One male and one female.But that was not the last similarity to be found.As Legolas,Aragorn,Sam and Frodo lifted the light elves to where the horses stood and lay them and grass which was not redened with the blood of innocent children Gimli stepped forward.
"Elf,"he said in a valiant attempt to soften his rugged voice,"what does that mean?Where is it from?"
"I do not know what you mean,friend dwarf."Replied the elf who had not yet overcome the weight that held his soul on the thought that they had died by the hands of orcs.
"The emblum."The red headed dwarf fell to his knees next to one of the elves,removing a glove to brush his fingers over the blood which greedily hid a golden broach,clasping the two sides of the he-elfs cloak.Merry peered at the lady elf's body,the same symbol perched on her clothing where he collarbone would be,but where no cloak covered.
"I have seen the mark....but I do not recall where or indeed what it symbolises."replied Aragorn for the Prince.
"Respectfully sir,"came a small voice from Sam,"Bilbo showed it to me but a few times."He was a little worried,as Frodo did not pipe up to agree with him-he was quite sure that Bilbo had included it in his book."It is of Alkendrell,I believe,although I cannot be sure that such a city still stands.." he finished,lowering his voice.
The group seeed to agree as if a lost memory had been recovered.Aragorn moved to evaluate the wounds inflicted upon the two elvin bodies,leaving the few bagsof food and clothing found resting near them with Merry and Pippin,but as he did so a fearsome sight caught the eyes of Legolas.A pack of ravenous wolves decended onto the burning waste of a campsite and began to feast on the fallen innocents when one caught wind of the fellowship and seemed go gaze intently at them-plotting how fast he could move to catch the fresher dinner.The alert elf's distinct vibe was detected by the others and they quickly set to the horses.
The living male was put over Aragorn's horse's withers(just at the bottom of the neck)as he and Merry mounted the the horse,Gimli and Sam on another,and as Legolas only had room for himself and the female on the beasts delicate frame,Pip was forced to ride with Frodo on his sturdy pony.Only to make the danger greater Legolas' keen ears soon picked up that the orcs were returning,to kill wolves,ransack the place more or launch an attack on them he was unsure,but he suggested they go before the life was ripped from them.And so,they ran.An orc took up the call that there were beings whom they had not yet tortured,soon the terrible cries could be heard and the wolves fled in fear.Still the horses tore along the path with orcs in persuit,one who managed to catch up with Frodo's pony was beaten on the head by Pip's sword-now was not the time to annoy the Took as the pony was nowhere near as comfortable as the fleet white mare.
The orcs soon fell away,unable to keep the speed that they first held.The team rode until the darkness blinded them to no end and their horses grew weary.There they stopped.The girl still cradled slightly in the Prince's arms where he held the reins.As they dismounted and regained their breath Aragorn lay the elf sitting against a tree with Legolas laying the other beside him.
"There is little I can do in this light,"said Aragorn,taking the flask of water from his bag."but I fear that they will not live the night without treatment..we may have have to rely on chance."Pippin obligingly brought a thick bazing branch to their side,allowing them to see the wounds.
The male's face was young and fair,but in no league with that of the Pronce of Mirkwood's.They could not tell colour,only that his skin was light and his hair to his shoulders,but that was not of concern at the moment.The arrows had been pulled out with as little bloodloss as possible before getting on the horse.There had been three great arrows,one in his shoulder,his leg and a final on at his chest,dangerously close to his heart.Even without saying,there was no great hope for him.
"The wounds require aracan...and I do not carry it."He poured water onto the injuries,wiping away the blood from them with an old peice of cloth.
"But they could live the night,"Pippin put the branch into his other hand,"If we find the grass or berries or-whatever is is in the morning."he finished in a hopeful voice.
"I'm uncertain my friend,they may need to be consious,the roots sting and would be a shock to the system,however if they do not wake-are not fit to ride..."he shook his head,"Then I do not know.We must ride from here as soon as ready."the two other beings looked dismayed.Surely they could not leave them-abandening any chance of knowing what happened."Legolas," he said,waking the prince from his thoughts,"clean her wounds."He threw over the flask and indicated the girl laying on the forest floor under the tree.For the little he could see,she was fair,but as the light was more the the side of Aragorn,he could see little more than the blood of her injuries.She had a gash from a sword below her collar bone which ended near the middle,it was deep and along with an Arrow wound to the back it looked very grim,she had little more chance than her Comrade.
"It is my watch tonight,"Aragon pointed out in thought.He turned to Legolas,"Watch over them."The elf nodded,and with that the ranger walked away to the edge of the camp.The elf settled himself beside the survivors,leaning against the tree,preparing for a long night of no rest.Pippin still lingered,wondering if he should stay up with the elf.His answer came to him.
"Sleep."Legolas said kindly,"We may ride later in the morning tomorrow,but it has been an ill day."Pippin nodded and left for his bedroll,leaving the elf to his thought.
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Ok guys.I had more to this but it's been moved to the next chapter!It's in progress! Hope you're enjoying this!Remember to review-I love it so!^^
Luv.
The Fudge.