**Bavol male English wind
* Ademia female Greek without husband
I'm baaaack! *looks confused as people run away* Well then, at least I'll have someone to send my tiger (who I have only in stories) after. This one may be kind of rushed. I'll do my best though.
Disclaimer: Like I said last time. Not mine, not mine, not mine. I own only the nameless one, the ringwraith's humor, and Sal.
Nameless: Can I have my name yet?
Sal: Nope.
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The ringwraiths laughed. Their number one opponent was gone. And the hobbits were in their line of sight.
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Aragorn heard the scream. Quickly he returned to Weathertop. Another scream, this time different. Upon his return he saw the body of an elf, laying on the ground, pools of blood surrounding her. He looked around for the source of the second scream. He saw Frodo laying on the ground. Swearing quickly he grabbed some branches, fire of course.
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The elf winced. The wraiths were gone, she could her their screaming far below. A face came into her vision. "Strider! She's awake!" A hobbit. Not much help to her blurred mind. Who was Strider?
Another face. "Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded, standing up slowly. "May I ask your name?"
"Aragorn."
Her head jerked up. "Aragorn? The Aragorn? Son of Arathorn?"
He looked surprised. "Yes. How did you know?"
He was washing the blood off her back. "I am a friend of Prince Legolas Greenleaf."
"What is your name?"
"*Ademia. Are you going to Rivendell? If so, I believe I could be of some help. My horse, **Bavol could be used to carry your hobbit friend."
"We are. If you don't mind me asking, who gave you the name of Ademia?"
She smiled. "My father. Celeborn. I'm fine, now go get Frodo."
"I won't ask."
"Ulma Usula," Ademia called.
Once again the black stallion trotted up to her. Aragorn came carrying Frodo. He set him carefully on the horse. "Are you sure he won't mind?"
"Bavol will bear him until we get to Rivendell. Lord Elrond will heal him by then."
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This one has a lot less description and more talking.
Ademia: Thank you. I'm glad to have gotten my name.
Sal: I wasn't even mentioned in this chapter!
LotL: Yes, I know. Now then you can call for...
Sal: SHOUT OUTS!
Jk B: Thanks. I hope you like this chapt. still.
little-bit-odd: Thanks 2 u 2. It has been done before, but who knows? Maybe I'll find a way to twist it more.
Chapter 3 coming up soon!!!
* Ademia female Greek without husband
I'm baaaack! *looks confused as people run away* Well then, at least I'll have someone to send my tiger (who I have only in stories) after. This one may be kind of rushed. I'll do my best though.
Disclaimer: Like I said last time. Not mine, not mine, not mine. I own only the nameless one, the ringwraith's humor, and Sal.
Nameless: Can I have my name yet?
Sal: Nope.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The ringwraiths laughed. Their number one opponent was gone. And the hobbits were in their line of sight.
~~~~~~~~
Aragorn heard the scream. Quickly he returned to Weathertop. Another scream, this time different. Upon his return he saw the body of an elf, laying on the ground, pools of blood surrounding her. He looked around for the source of the second scream. He saw Frodo laying on the ground. Swearing quickly he grabbed some branches, fire of course.
~~~~~~~~
The elf winced. The wraiths were gone, she could her their screaming far below. A face came into her vision. "Strider! She's awake!" A hobbit. Not much help to her blurred mind. Who was Strider?
Another face. "Are you okay?" he asked.
She nodded, standing up slowly. "May I ask your name?"
"Aragorn."
Her head jerked up. "Aragorn? The Aragorn? Son of Arathorn?"
He looked surprised. "Yes. How did you know?"
He was washing the blood off her back. "I am a friend of Prince Legolas Greenleaf."
"What is your name?"
"*Ademia. Are you going to Rivendell? If so, I believe I could be of some help. My horse, **Bavol could be used to carry your hobbit friend."
"We are. If you don't mind me asking, who gave you the name of Ademia?"
She smiled. "My father. Celeborn. I'm fine, now go get Frodo."
"I won't ask."
"Ulma Usula," Ademia called.
Once again the black stallion trotted up to her. Aragorn came carrying Frodo. He set him carefully on the horse. "Are you sure he won't mind?"
"Bavol will bear him until we get to Rivendell. Lord Elrond will heal him by then."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This one has a lot less description and more talking.
Ademia: Thank you. I'm glad to have gotten my name.
Sal: I wasn't even mentioned in this chapter!
LotL: Yes, I know. Now then you can call for...
Sal: SHOUT OUTS!
Jk B: Thanks. I hope you like this chapt. still.
little-bit-odd: Thanks 2 u 2. It has been done before, but who knows? Maybe I'll find a way to twist it more.
Chapter 3 coming up soon!!!