Um. hi! ^_^'
I'm not really totally satisfied with the way this chapter came out. I just feel like it's missing something big. Can't think of what though, and my brain's starting to hurt. *sigh* Oh well. I hope nobody reading this will feel the irritation I am right about now.
That and I consulted a map of Middle-earth. only to discover that Belegaer is no where near Minas Tirith. .' Okay. I'm just going to pretend that it is. (Use your imagination, children! It's fun! Wee!)
Oh, and I wrote this chapter listening to "You're Not Alone," from the FF9 soundtrack, and looking at a lovely picture of Ewan McGregor! I have no idea what the relevance of that is to this story, just that I think that it captures the mood perfectly. ^_^' Maybe I sort of see Ewan as my wonderful villain. might be a good role for him. We'll never know. Yes I am strange. So dig out your FF9 midis and Star Wars Episode 1 screenshots and enjoy! :D
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Those That Wander
Chapter 3
The wind picked up as Aragorn and Gimli approached the beach. A storm was brewing over Belegaer, a really nasty looking one too. It came suddenly, as though it had been provoked by some unknown source. It hung over the ocean, waiting for an appropriate moment to strike the shore. As far as Aragorn could tell, it might hit land in about an hour, maybe two. Not that he was very bothered about it. He rather liked the wind, and the rain would be a refreshing change, although, he was now suffered to listen to Gimli's frequent complaints about them.
"This is indeed a queer sign, Aragorn! Even the elements can sense it! Surely, you can feel it as well?" Gimli asked him.
Aragorn sighed, but didn't offer an answer. He honestly didn't think there was anything to worry about. He half-expected to see Legolas any moment now, hearty as ever. It was hard to believe that anything could've happened to the ambrosial Elf; much harder to accept that anyone would want to hurt him.
But, what if something had happened? On the odd chance that this was the case, Aragorn could never forgive himself if he had not been there for him.
When they finally reached the shore, the two of them stopped momentarily. The Sea greeted them with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. It beckoned them forward with sinister glee, a naughty child with a new toy. Aragorn shuddered as he looked into its depths. It was almost as if Belegaer knew something he didn't.
He didn't exactly like that feeling.
Pay it no mind, he told himself. This was just foolishness. Find Legolas. and leave quickly.
And where was he? Shouldn't he have been around here somewhere? The area was strange looking. There in the distance was a large outcropping of boulders. A long time ago, when the Sea was higher, the boulders were on top of a cliff. They had long fallen from that place of safety, into the shadow of the cliff and broke against the coming fray. The ocean crashed into them unmercifully. The tide would soon rise, nearly covering them.
Aragorn could see no sign of Legolas ever being there, but that may just have been the Elvish in him. He realized then that it was going to be a lot harder to find this one than of his other subjects. Other creatures left at least some sign of their presence.
Aragorn took a quick look around. There didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary, and he suddenly felt the need to hurry. Legolas wasn't here.
"Come on, Gimli. I think he might've gone to a different."
Suddenly, Aragorn that he saw something moving between a few of the rocks, though it was slight.
Beside him, Gimli strained his eyes to see. "What is it?" he asked quietly.
"I don't know. But I want to get a better look." Aragorn replied. Gimli nodded, and let Aragorn take the lead.
Aragorn didn't have to go far. The figure eventually took a shape. He took a guess at what it was, and broke into a run. Fear gripped him as he ran. He repeated one word in his mind, over and over: No. No. No.
He finally closed in on Legolas' limp figure. The Elf gazed up at him weakly, reaching towards him with an uplifted hand. A red wave caressed him like a lover might. Aragorn knelt next to his friend, and his stomach churned to see what a bloody mess the Elf was. His throat was slit, though Aragorn figured it wasn't deep. But if it was allowed to continue to spill his blood, it could become dangerous.
Aragorn grasped Legolas by both shoulders and lifted him somewhat off the ground.
"Legolas? Are you awake? What happened?" he asked him. Legolas looked right passed him with blank eyes, and Aragorn wondered if he was already too far gone. He brought the Elf closer and put a hand to his throat in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.
Gimli ran up beside them, panting as he leaned over Legolas' limp body. "Is. is he.?"
Aragorn shook his head. "No. not yet, but we have to."
Suddenly, the Elf writhed violently in his grasp. Startled, Aragorn set him back down in the sand. Legolas looked up at him, a terrified tone in his crystal eyes. The pace of his breath quickened. He opened his mouth to speak of some danger, but whatever it was, Aragorn couldn't make it out.
Frustrated, Aragorn leaned in closer to try and hear his panicked friend. "What's wrong? Legolas!"
Suddenly, Legolas threw his arms around Aragorn's neck, and pulled him to the ground. Aragorn landed on top of Legolas hard, knocking the Elf's breath away. He heard the sound of something hitting the water beside them, the spray catching them both. Aragorn pulled up sharply, catching Legolas' eyes with an unspoken question.
Legolas looked up at him with a weakened smile. He struggled to raise himself, but Aragorn knew he'd never make it. With a gentle hand, he pushed the Elf back down. Legolas gave him an exasperated look.
"I'm fine." the Elf spoke in a pained whisper. "I'm fine, just kill him."
"Aragorn!" the Dwarf shouted suddenly. Startled, Aragorn turned to look behind him. Gimli was pointing to a figure in the distance, covered entirely in black, lowering his bow, and reaching for something in his cloak. He stopped when Aragorn looked up at him, like a child who had been caught in the act of doing something he had been warned against. Looking back, he saw the arrow floating back in forth in the waves.
The pieces were starting to come together now. Aragorn gave the man an indignant glare, before turning back to Legolas. The Elf was unconscious now. Aragorn tore his sleeve, and wrapped the cloth around Legolas' bleeding neck, doing his best to ignore the hole the stranger was now burning into his back. Then, he stood, pulling his sword from it's sheath.
He turned and held it up in a threatening gesture. "Coward," he spoke between his gritted teeth.
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Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground. Mother Earth will swallow you, lay your body down.
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To quote Cary Elwes: "Prepare for the fight the fight scene!"
*falls over* I know. I know. That sucked. But I promise the next one will be better! (Are you noticing a trend with these cliff-hangers? Never before has it taken me four fuckin' chapters to get through a single incident!!)
Oh, by the way, the poem is not mine; unfortunately, I have no idea where it came from! My teacher gave it to me, and I thought it fit the "theme" for this story. If you can call it that. -_-'
I'm not really totally satisfied with the way this chapter came out. I just feel like it's missing something big. Can't think of what though, and my brain's starting to hurt. *sigh* Oh well. I hope nobody reading this will feel the irritation I am right about now.
That and I consulted a map of Middle-earth. only to discover that Belegaer is no where near Minas Tirith. .' Okay. I'm just going to pretend that it is. (Use your imagination, children! It's fun! Wee!)
Oh, and I wrote this chapter listening to "You're Not Alone," from the FF9 soundtrack, and looking at a lovely picture of Ewan McGregor! I have no idea what the relevance of that is to this story, just that I think that it captures the mood perfectly. ^_^' Maybe I sort of see Ewan as my wonderful villain. might be a good role for him. We'll never know. Yes I am strange. So dig out your FF9 midis and Star Wars Episode 1 screenshots and enjoy! :D
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Those That Wander
Chapter 3
The wind picked up as Aragorn and Gimli approached the beach. A storm was brewing over Belegaer, a really nasty looking one too. It came suddenly, as though it had been provoked by some unknown source. It hung over the ocean, waiting for an appropriate moment to strike the shore. As far as Aragorn could tell, it might hit land in about an hour, maybe two. Not that he was very bothered about it. He rather liked the wind, and the rain would be a refreshing change, although, he was now suffered to listen to Gimli's frequent complaints about them.
"This is indeed a queer sign, Aragorn! Even the elements can sense it! Surely, you can feel it as well?" Gimli asked him.
Aragorn sighed, but didn't offer an answer. He honestly didn't think there was anything to worry about. He half-expected to see Legolas any moment now, hearty as ever. It was hard to believe that anything could've happened to the ambrosial Elf; much harder to accept that anyone would want to hurt him.
But, what if something had happened? On the odd chance that this was the case, Aragorn could never forgive himself if he had not been there for him.
When they finally reached the shore, the two of them stopped momentarily. The Sea greeted them with uncharacteristic enthusiasm. It beckoned them forward with sinister glee, a naughty child with a new toy. Aragorn shuddered as he looked into its depths. It was almost as if Belegaer knew something he didn't.
He didn't exactly like that feeling.
Pay it no mind, he told himself. This was just foolishness. Find Legolas. and leave quickly.
And where was he? Shouldn't he have been around here somewhere? The area was strange looking. There in the distance was a large outcropping of boulders. A long time ago, when the Sea was higher, the boulders were on top of a cliff. They had long fallen from that place of safety, into the shadow of the cliff and broke against the coming fray. The ocean crashed into them unmercifully. The tide would soon rise, nearly covering them.
Aragorn could see no sign of Legolas ever being there, but that may just have been the Elvish in him. He realized then that it was going to be a lot harder to find this one than of his other subjects. Other creatures left at least some sign of their presence.
Aragorn took a quick look around. There didn't appear to be anything out of the ordinary, and he suddenly felt the need to hurry. Legolas wasn't here.
"Come on, Gimli. I think he might've gone to a different."
Suddenly, Aragorn that he saw something moving between a few of the rocks, though it was slight.
Beside him, Gimli strained his eyes to see. "What is it?" he asked quietly.
"I don't know. But I want to get a better look." Aragorn replied. Gimli nodded, and let Aragorn take the lead.
Aragorn didn't have to go far. The figure eventually took a shape. He took a guess at what it was, and broke into a run. Fear gripped him as he ran. He repeated one word in his mind, over and over: No. No. No.
He finally closed in on Legolas' limp figure. The Elf gazed up at him weakly, reaching towards him with an uplifted hand. A red wave caressed him like a lover might. Aragorn knelt next to his friend, and his stomach churned to see what a bloody mess the Elf was. His throat was slit, though Aragorn figured it wasn't deep. But if it was allowed to continue to spill his blood, it could become dangerous.
Aragorn grasped Legolas by both shoulders and lifted him somewhat off the ground.
"Legolas? Are you awake? What happened?" he asked him. Legolas looked right passed him with blank eyes, and Aragorn wondered if he was already too far gone. He brought the Elf closer and put a hand to his throat in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding.
Gimli ran up beside them, panting as he leaned over Legolas' limp body. "Is. is he.?"
Aragorn shook his head. "No. not yet, but we have to."
Suddenly, the Elf writhed violently in his grasp. Startled, Aragorn set him back down in the sand. Legolas looked up at him, a terrified tone in his crystal eyes. The pace of his breath quickened. He opened his mouth to speak of some danger, but whatever it was, Aragorn couldn't make it out.
Frustrated, Aragorn leaned in closer to try and hear his panicked friend. "What's wrong? Legolas!"
Suddenly, Legolas threw his arms around Aragorn's neck, and pulled him to the ground. Aragorn landed on top of Legolas hard, knocking the Elf's breath away. He heard the sound of something hitting the water beside them, the spray catching them both. Aragorn pulled up sharply, catching Legolas' eyes with an unspoken question.
Legolas looked up at him with a weakened smile. He struggled to raise himself, but Aragorn knew he'd never make it. With a gentle hand, he pushed the Elf back down. Legolas gave him an exasperated look.
"I'm fine." the Elf spoke in a pained whisper. "I'm fine, just kill him."
"Aragorn!" the Dwarf shouted suddenly. Startled, Aragorn turned to look behind him. Gimli was pointing to a figure in the distance, covered entirely in black, lowering his bow, and reaching for something in his cloak. He stopped when Aragorn looked up at him, like a child who had been caught in the act of doing something he had been warned against. Looking back, he saw the arrow floating back in forth in the waves.
The pieces were starting to come together now. Aragorn gave the man an indignant glare, before turning back to Legolas. The Elf was unconscious now. Aragorn tore his sleeve, and wrapped the cloth around Legolas' bleeding neck, doing his best to ignore the hole the stranger was now burning into his back. Then, he stood, pulling his sword from it's sheath.
He turned and held it up in a threatening gesture. "Coward," he spoke between his gritted teeth.
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Find the cost of freedom, buried in the ground. Mother Earth will swallow you, lay your body down.
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To quote Cary Elwes: "Prepare for the fight the fight scene!"
*falls over* I know. I know. That sucked. But I promise the next one will be better! (Are you noticing a trend with these cliff-hangers? Never before has it taken me four fuckin' chapters to get through a single incident!!)
Oh, by the way, the poem is not mine; unfortunately, I have no idea where it came from! My teacher gave it to me, and I thought it fit the "theme" for this story. If you can call it that. -_-'