Okay,I haven't been able to get onto the computer for a couple of days.(At
least not to type.)
I think that the story'll come to an end within a few chapters,I have so much to do with all my prelims coming up and many more story lines which I have thought of that if I stop typing this out in the middle I'd kill myself 'cause I don't like it when other authors are forced to do it.
This my friends may be the beginning of the end,though I don't know where I'm going I think my little "inside the head" voice will help out. One thing though, in your review could you please tell me if you want a happy or sad ending?Much thankies,
Oh yeah and mucho mucho thankies to THE writer lioness (and all the other reviewers) who took so much time to review. Boromir is not in this because it's an AU,Valar knows how it came about,but they're on their way back to Rivendell. *shrug* okay I'm a freak. As for the elves living in the small village (if I should have called it that) their city was destroyed and they too are going to Rivendell,so what they lived in were little temporary homes. So some of this may not make sense,but try to hang on okay?
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Another Day on the Mountain.
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The night passed and before the dawn had a chance to lighten the sky,the fellowship were roused by Aragorn who had spent the night awake and checking Leonae's wounds when the sting caused her to wake.
Legolas had not slept well. He spent the night pondering the situation of the hours before. Her skin as he held her still,it had been like marble,smooth and deadly cold like his own was. He also gave thought to the wise words of Aragorn,every time his mind seemed to twist to the ways that his friend had advised. Indeed the council was wise and perhaps even right,but what was the elf to do? His status and honor had a little chance of staying intact if he was accepted,but what of rejection? No,he would stay on the course that he himself had marked,no matter where it led.
The rest of the company began piling wood on the fire for a short breakfast,before long they came across a branch with spots of blood speckled about it.
"Must have been a wounded animal." Frodo stated,looking at the branch closely. Pippin,who was far too busy rumbling through his bag in search of forgotten supplies.
"Wrong," chimed the younger hobbit,"We came across orcs last night,they got her in the shoulder."He said indicating Leonae. After giving a full account of the tale and eating the company began to pack and gather their few things.
"If there are orcs around,would you not think it wise to rest today lest we meet with the monsters." Gimli spoke to Aragorn,thinking of his own aching feet.
"No. There is no danger as they travel by both night and day,though we must take care in our speed,we do not want confrontation with one of ours wounded," he noticed Leonae about to object and finished," no matter how minor it is."
"I don't much like this Mr Frodo," Sam admitted to his friend,"If we stay at a slow pace to avoid contact with those ahead of us,what if there are others,maybe hundreds," he continued to get more shocked with his worst case scenario,"they could all be behind us,catching up."
"It is highly unlikely," interrupted Aragorn,"We shall be wary Sam,nothing shall occur that we cannot handle." Deciding not to make anymore of it Sam nodded at the reassurance and went back to packing his rope.
The rays of sun were just reflecting off of the snow when they and their horses set out. The air was crisp and invigorating while the chill stole any thought of sleep from the travelers and the ominous signs that the orcs had indeed been and gone,heavy footprints lined the side of the nearby forest ,some weaving through the trees and others just on the outside of them. Merry looked upon the pure white snow to see that it was dirtied by blood. At first he thought that it was from the night before as Pip had informed him,they then came upon clumps of fir and bones. His friend caught up with him.
"Think they were eating on the go?" He asked.
"Aye,and it looks like a midnight feast to me. Could have been you Pip." He teased,though the Took had taken it quite seriously.
"There by the grace of Valar go I." The younger hobbit looked quite shocked as he gazed at the little that remained of the orc's late night dining.
"The orcs would not really have eaten you,maybe just tortured you for a bit." He finished his jest and began walking with the others leaving his friend still looking at the ground.
"Hey,wait a minute." Pip shouted after his friend and began to quicken his pace to speak again with Merry.
Aragorn,Gimli and Leonae walked just in front of Sam and Frodo with their horse. They too had seen the remains of the beast who had fallen at the clawed hands of the orcs.
"There are no bones," Stated the ranger,"Orcs do not have the minds to cover there position. If they did they would not have left footprints or the blood."
"How do you cover so many tracks? It would not be possible." Questioned the dwarf.
"By going through the forest. There are far too many trees and leaves to track footprints."
"They did not know we were here, what reason would they have to take such care?"
"I do not know why,but I feel that that is not their mission. I think they are playing some twisted game with us.... They may be waiting for us somewhere ahead."
"Do not say that. The hobbits are already afraid," Gimli pointed out.
"But what of the corpse? There should be one if this were a normal orc supper. What say you elf?" he addressed Leonae. "What conclusion do you draw from the fate of the beast?"
"I would say it was a wolf,it is too steep for many of the other animals who would not dare venture to the edge of these woods. As for the wolf itself,I do not know."
"Perhaps they kept it for later," Realized Gimli,"they must be low on supplies,they would not waste a chance of food."
"Well thought my friend. They may have saved us,though I hate to think it. The blood traces started too near our camp for my liking,it may have caught us had it not been killed."
Legolas,as always,was behind them all,looking out for any form of threat. He was growing tired of his ever moving mind and now he simply listened to all the conversations between the freezing figures in front of him. He could always pinpoint the voice of the maiden although she did not speak unless asked a question, at times she would turn as one of the halfling would address her. He himself would have liked to be closer to her,his mind would not allow it,but he wanted desperately to look into those deep blue eyes,to lose himself in their darkness and warmth away from the chilled mountain which normally would not both an elf such as himself.
It was many hours into the journey,Pippin and,strangely enough,Merry were beginning to complain that the breakfast was simply not enough to sustain the crowd in such freezing weather. Though it was not snowing now,the snow from the night before had fallen heavily and made it almost impossible to drag themselves through it let alone Frodo and Sam with their small pony. Aragorn resisted the two short characters for a while until he too felt his stomach complain and gave in to them,but he insisted that it was a light meal that would not require cooking,he would not allow them to stop as he knew they must keep on going if they were to reach a small cave near the bottom or even better,the bottom of the mountain itself. Merry held the bag as Pippin looked as if he may dive head first into it,he walked backwards following the trail through the snow left by Aragorn,Gimli and the sturdy horse,as the younger of the two rummaged through the back on the search for the apples picked just before starting the ascent up the mountain.
"Here they are!" Came the muffled cry before Pippin,who was now burrowed quite deep in the bag,emerged with a bunch of apples. Merry packed the bag back onto Frodo's pony and grabbed a few apples and started handing them to the company. Sam,hungry as he was,felt that the horse too needed to eat and so he split the apple with him receiving and grateful nicker and playful nudge.
"How does the shoulder fare?" Asked Merry.
"The wound stings a little,though I feel that it is it's way of healing." The hobbit nodded and threw two apples up to Leonae who walked lightly on the snow. She gave him a questioning look.
"There isn't much of a way back." He said indicating the path that they had created which would be be impossible to squeeze back through with the horses taking up all the room. The elf still did not grasp what was meant and still held his gaze.
"Legolas." He said raising his eyebrows. This time she nodded and turned to give the fruit to the elf who guarded the rear.
Legolas was surprised,but ambivalent,when he saw that the object of his affections and pain was turn to approach him. She put out her hand once she had reached him,offering the apple. He gently received it and thanked her. Not feeling very hungry he,like Sam,split it with the elfin mare who delicately nibbled on it,savoring the taste of the sweet apple. Leonae thought it may seem rude to turn back and leave him there. She walked with him,enjoying his quiet company and merely turned the apple over in her white hands.Her back was nudged by the horse who walked behind her,she smiled at the creature,who was indignant that the apple was not being eaten but used as a ball,and held out her hand to let the animal feed on the fruit. More than anything she wanted to speak to the archer at her side,but she knew that any talk would pain her and her heart would once again be entranced by him,she could not afford to let that happen,prince's were not for the likes of her.
They traveled on into the evening where the sun seemed to grow tired of watching the beings wonder the mountain. The little ones were tired to the point of exhaustion,with Merry and Pippin too weary by far to play in the snow or fight,they had walked on in silence as they saw the sun disappear and not even one mention of food was made,their minds too numb with cold. The mood was almost eerie if it were not for the relaxed tone to the company. Their thoughts seemed to make an atmosphere all on their own,thoughts of Rivendell,the ethereal beauty which awaited their return,and the beauty who was Arwen awaiting her Aragorn.
"It shall be a night as cold as the last," Aragorn noted,breaking the silence,"though there are no clouds to speak of. It shall not snow for once,we may enjoy a night of rest and good humor." He gazed round at the weary faces and imagined how he must look after blazing the trail. The ranger then made a decision which was truly out of character,one that showed pity for his group and perhaps even for himself. He pointed over to a hollow in the mountain which,although not classifying for a cave,would be enough to shelter them all.
"We shall not have a look out tonight," the group before him looked in shock. "there is no cause for it,and today has been one of the hardest by far,I am sure even the elves feel it as well as myself." He found that he did not seem to be winning over his audience."The orcs are in front,they shall not stop by night,and the elves are always alert,those who do not feel safe may take comfort in that." He almost winced at his own words. He knew that the elves were not to their own standards,they may not even be alert enough to wake. His reasoning seemed to take his freezing comrades and they all made for the hollow.
The talk was calm and quiet,the food warm and filling and the company at ease,apart from the tension Aragorn knew of between the elves. Gimli was the first to nod off,not even in his bedroll the dwarf finally caught his well earned sleep and he was soon follow by the halflings. Leonae had walked with Legolas to the camp and as the last ones in the spaces were mostly taken and they sat together,quite near the fire. No one now noted who had fallen asleep as all were in quiet contemplation. Soon not one being was left awake and had there been a look out they too would have had to surrender to the velvet blackness of the diamond dappled sky.
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How long she had slept was a mystery to her,but she had found her head rested on the Prince of Mirkwoods shoulder,the sweet bliss passed quickly as from the corner of her eyes she saw a spirit of a shadow flee from her vision.
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Okay so maybe I'm not ready to let go of my story...I like writing so much...*cries*
And I was thinking-not much really happened this chapter...the summary would be something like..
"Walk walk walk walk...mmm apples,lets all eat apples!Apples are good!Lets sleep...AAH!Shadow eekseeks!"
--" sorry.
But the end is forever coming into my sight and soon it shall be in yours.
*sniffle*
I think that the story'll come to an end within a few chapters,I have so much to do with all my prelims coming up and many more story lines which I have thought of that if I stop typing this out in the middle I'd kill myself 'cause I don't like it when other authors are forced to do it.
This my friends may be the beginning of the end,though I don't know where I'm going I think my little "inside the head" voice will help out. One thing though, in your review could you please tell me if you want a happy or sad ending?Much thankies,
Oh yeah and mucho mucho thankies to THE writer lioness (and all the other reviewers) who took so much time to review. Boromir is not in this because it's an AU,Valar knows how it came about,but they're on their way back to Rivendell. *shrug* okay I'm a freak. As for the elves living in the small village (if I should have called it that) their city was destroyed and they too are going to Rivendell,so what they lived in were little temporary homes. So some of this may not make sense,but try to hang on okay?
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Another Day on the Mountain.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The night passed and before the dawn had a chance to lighten the sky,the fellowship were roused by Aragorn who had spent the night awake and checking Leonae's wounds when the sting caused her to wake.
Legolas had not slept well. He spent the night pondering the situation of the hours before. Her skin as he held her still,it had been like marble,smooth and deadly cold like his own was. He also gave thought to the wise words of Aragorn,every time his mind seemed to twist to the ways that his friend had advised. Indeed the council was wise and perhaps even right,but what was the elf to do? His status and honor had a little chance of staying intact if he was accepted,but what of rejection? No,he would stay on the course that he himself had marked,no matter where it led.
The rest of the company began piling wood on the fire for a short breakfast,before long they came across a branch with spots of blood speckled about it.
"Must have been a wounded animal." Frodo stated,looking at the branch closely. Pippin,who was far too busy rumbling through his bag in search of forgotten supplies.
"Wrong," chimed the younger hobbit,"We came across orcs last night,they got her in the shoulder."He said indicating Leonae. After giving a full account of the tale and eating the company began to pack and gather their few things.
"If there are orcs around,would you not think it wise to rest today lest we meet with the monsters." Gimli spoke to Aragorn,thinking of his own aching feet.
"No. There is no danger as they travel by both night and day,though we must take care in our speed,we do not want confrontation with one of ours wounded," he noticed Leonae about to object and finished," no matter how minor it is."
"I don't much like this Mr Frodo," Sam admitted to his friend,"If we stay at a slow pace to avoid contact with those ahead of us,what if there are others,maybe hundreds," he continued to get more shocked with his worst case scenario,"they could all be behind us,catching up."
"It is highly unlikely," interrupted Aragorn,"We shall be wary Sam,nothing shall occur that we cannot handle." Deciding not to make anymore of it Sam nodded at the reassurance and went back to packing his rope.
The rays of sun were just reflecting off of the snow when they and their horses set out. The air was crisp and invigorating while the chill stole any thought of sleep from the travelers and the ominous signs that the orcs had indeed been and gone,heavy footprints lined the side of the nearby forest ,some weaving through the trees and others just on the outside of them. Merry looked upon the pure white snow to see that it was dirtied by blood. At first he thought that it was from the night before as Pip had informed him,they then came upon clumps of fir and bones. His friend caught up with him.
"Think they were eating on the go?" He asked.
"Aye,and it looks like a midnight feast to me. Could have been you Pip." He teased,though the Took had taken it quite seriously.
"There by the grace of Valar go I." The younger hobbit looked quite shocked as he gazed at the little that remained of the orc's late night dining.
"The orcs would not really have eaten you,maybe just tortured you for a bit." He finished his jest and began walking with the others leaving his friend still looking at the ground.
"Hey,wait a minute." Pip shouted after his friend and began to quicken his pace to speak again with Merry.
Aragorn,Gimli and Leonae walked just in front of Sam and Frodo with their horse. They too had seen the remains of the beast who had fallen at the clawed hands of the orcs.
"There are no bones," Stated the ranger,"Orcs do not have the minds to cover there position. If they did they would not have left footprints or the blood."
"How do you cover so many tracks? It would not be possible." Questioned the dwarf.
"By going through the forest. There are far too many trees and leaves to track footprints."
"They did not know we were here, what reason would they have to take such care?"
"I do not know why,but I feel that that is not their mission. I think they are playing some twisted game with us.... They may be waiting for us somewhere ahead."
"Do not say that. The hobbits are already afraid," Gimli pointed out.
"But what of the corpse? There should be one if this were a normal orc supper. What say you elf?" he addressed Leonae. "What conclusion do you draw from the fate of the beast?"
"I would say it was a wolf,it is too steep for many of the other animals who would not dare venture to the edge of these woods. As for the wolf itself,I do not know."
"Perhaps they kept it for later," Realized Gimli,"they must be low on supplies,they would not waste a chance of food."
"Well thought my friend. They may have saved us,though I hate to think it. The blood traces started too near our camp for my liking,it may have caught us had it not been killed."
Legolas,as always,was behind them all,looking out for any form of threat. He was growing tired of his ever moving mind and now he simply listened to all the conversations between the freezing figures in front of him. He could always pinpoint the voice of the maiden although she did not speak unless asked a question, at times she would turn as one of the halfling would address her. He himself would have liked to be closer to her,his mind would not allow it,but he wanted desperately to look into those deep blue eyes,to lose himself in their darkness and warmth away from the chilled mountain which normally would not both an elf such as himself.
It was many hours into the journey,Pippin and,strangely enough,Merry were beginning to complain that the breakfast was simply not enough to sustain the crowd in such freezing weather. Though it was not snowing now,the snow from the night before had fallen heavily and made it almost impossible to drag themselves through it let alone Frodo and Sam with their small pony. Aragorn resisted the two short characters for a while until he too felt his stomach complain and gave in to them,but he insisted that it was a light meal that would not require cooking,he would not allow them to stop as he knew they must keep on going if they were to reach a small cave near the bottom or even better,the bottom of the mountain itself. Merry held the bag as Pippin looked as if he may dive head first into it,he walked backwards following the trail through the snow left by Aragorn,Gimli and the sturdy horse,as the younger of the two rummaged through the back on the search for the apples picked just before starting the ascent up the mountain.
"Here they are!" Came the muffled cry before Pippin,who was now burrowed quite deep in the bag,emerged with a bunch of apples. Merry packed the bag back onto Frodo's pony and grabbed a few apples and started handing them to the company. Sam,hungry as he was,felt that the horse too needed to eat and so he split the apple with him receiving and grateful nicker and playful nudge.
"How does the shoulder fare?" Asked Merry.
"The wound stings a little,though I feel that it is it's way of healing." The hobbit nodded and threw two apples up to Leonae who walked lightly on the snow. She gave him a questioning look.
"There isn't much of a way back." He said indicating the path that they had created which would be be impossible to squeeze back through with the horses taking up all the room. The elf still did not grasp what was meant and still held his gaze.
"Legolas." He said raising his eyebrows. This time she nodded and turned to give the fruit to the elf who guarded the rear.
Legolas was surprised,but ambivalent,when he saw that the object of his affections and pain was turn to approach him. She put out her hand once she had reached him,offering the apple. He gently received it and thanked her. Not feeling very hungry he,like Sam,split it with the elfin mare who delicately nibbled on it,savoring the taste of the sweet apple. Leonae thought it may seem rude to turn back and leave him there. She walked with him,enjoying his quiet company and merely turned the apple over in her white hands.Her back was nudged by the horse who walked behind her,she smiled at the creature,who was indignant that the apple was not being eaten but used as a ball,and held out her hand to let the animal feed on the fruit. More than anything she wanted to speak to the archer at her side,but she knew that any talk would pain her and her heart would once again be entranced by him,she could not afford to let that happen,prince's were not for the likes of her.
They traveled on into the evening where the sun seemed to grow tired of watching the beings wonder the mountain. The little ones were tired to the point of exhaustion,with Merry and Pippin too weary by far to play in the snow or fight,they had walked on in silence as they saw the sun disappear and not even one mention of food was made,their minds too numb with cold. The mood was almost eerie if it were not for the relaxed tone to the company. Their thoughts seemed to make an atmosphere all on their own,thoughts of Rivendell,the ethereal beauty which awaited their return,and the beauty who was Arwen awaiting her Aragorn.
"It shall be a night as cold as the last," Aragorn noted,breaking the silence,"though there are no clouds to speak of. It shall not snow for once,we may enjoy a night of rest and good humor." He gazed round at the weary faces and imagined how he must look after blazing the trail. The ranger then made a decision which was truly out of character,one that showed pity for his group and perhaps even for himself. He pointed over to a hollow in the mountain which,although not classifying for a cave,would be enough to shelter them all.
"We shall not have a look out tonight," the group before him looked in shock. "there is no cause for it,and today has been one of the hardest by far,I am sure even the elves feel it as well as myself." He found that he did not seem to be winning over his audience."The orcs are in front,they shall not stop by night,and the elves are always alert,those who do not feel safe may take comfort in that." He almost winced at his own words. He knew that the elves were not to their own standards,they may not even be alert enough to wake. His reasoning seemed to take his freezing comrades and they all made for the hollow.
The talk was calm and quiet,the food warm and filling and the company at ease,apart from the tension Aragorn knew of between the elves. Gimli was the first to nod off,not even in his bedroll the dwarf finally caught his well earned sleep and he was soon follow by the halflings. Leonae had walked with Legolas to the camp and as the last ones in the spaces were mostly taken and they sat together,quite near the fire. No one now noted who had fallen asleep as all were in quiet contemplation. Soon not one being was left awake and had there been a look out they too would have had to surrender to the velvet blackness of the diamond dappled sky.
@O@O@O@O@O@O@
How long she had slept was a mystery to her,but she had found her head rested on the Prince of Mirkwoods shoulder,the sweet bliss passed quickly as from the corner of her eyes she saw a spirit of a shadow flee from her vision.
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Okay so maybe I'm not ready to let go of my story...I like writing so much...*cries*
And I was thinking-not much really happened this chapter...the summary would be something like..
"Walk walk walk walk...mmm apples,lets all eat apples!Apples are good!Lets sleep...AAH!Shadow eekseeks!"
--" sorry.
But the end is forever coming into my sight and soon it shall be in yours.
*sniffle*