Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Seven: Arrival
Time is only illusion, and yet too much of time is spent on time. When the day is over, truly the only thing that will matter is what you have done to another soul. Whether it is a good or bad act of judgment one cannot say until the outcome, and that takes patience. Time. Does time move in a straight line or does it move in a circle? A revolutionary belief, may be, that time moves in neither… it moves in a spiral.
Peregrin Took, commonly known as Pippin happily traveled into the East. He'd grown accustomed to traveling in all his years, and sincerely believed such had prolonged them. Pippin had Meriadoc Brandybuck in tow, and didn't show signs of stopping. They were following Gandalf all over the globe once again.
"Silly old fool, not tell us," Pippin told Merry, turning around upon his pony. Both were tall as hobbits went—4 and half foot or so. "And Galadriel said he was frightened to go by himself. That doesn't make much sense does it? Gandalf scared blimed scares me!"
"Then why, oh why, are we traveling on this road?" Merry drawled. He hadn't been entirely enthusiastic about the trip. Hopefully no elf would mistake them for dwarves, though he believed Mirkwood should be a safe land. Seeing how Legolas had the kindest of relations with the kind.
Hearing hoof-beats in the distance the two deterred their horses into the shrubbery, but as soon as the horse came into view they sighed. It was thankfully Gimli, perhaps they'd have a nice chat, but though the queer dwarf saw them, he kept on riding. "GIMLI!" Pippin yelled, quite irritated at such a rude thing. "That was odd. Perhaps it wasn't Gimli?"
"No, it was Gimli alright," Merry sighed, and watched the spot where the dwarf descended over the hill.
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George Gamgee… Then there was a shrill scream. And Legolas' eyes widened, seeing the opening that rarely came. She writhed in pain, while Legolas searched her mind, but all he found was pain in his own soul, a scream, and blinding light
Amaryllis, his nanny when he had been but a wee one, tripped, falling to her knees. The bowl was sent clattering to the ground, as she grasped her heart. This all registered in Legolas' mind, but he paid no heed. When she got up, his contact with the Black Queen's mind was interrupted and terminated. An evil voice yelled in Legolas and George's head, screaming like she'd been shot with a thousand poison arrows, DAMN HOBBITS!!! ESPECIALLY GAMGEES!!!!!!
Her voice retreated, and Grian rushed into the great hall, gathering up the spilled fruit. Legolas, unwilling to let the Black Queen startle him, plucked a red apple from the hard marble floor to hand to her. "I haven't seen you about in recent day." She nodded. "You're so quiet," he commented. "So utterly quiet. Why are you such?"
"The way I was raised makes such cause m—Legolas," she replied her head still bowed. "I must go… Amaryllis." She held out her arm for her superior, yet Amaryllis refused. She hobbled up, snickering at the girl in mockery, and took the Prince's arm instead. "To save your legs, my lady," Legolas nodded at Grian, more so than at Amaryllis, and whisked his old nursemaid to her rooms. Amaryllis' face overcame with such vivid jealousy that even the prince took notice, making a side-comment within his head to look only at the beautiful elf in such a way while his single mother-like figure was not in her presence.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Grian sped around the corner, into the corridor and fell to her knees, weeping. Oh how her head and heart ached from this single elf! The way he would so sweetly and softly speak in her pointed ears, even if she but only passed him in the hall. Her head did not allow her heart to fall in love, but her dæmon wanted to break free into the glorious sunlight again. "…Forbid me from loving thee…" she breathed and began choking on her own blood. This always seemed to happen, especially since her last 'incident' with Amaryllis. Such powerful sensations she had not felt from a long time ago, and they only made it worse. Perhaps Amaryllis would inflict such pain upon her. Long ago, when she had been free to love whom she pleased. Time had passed and then she came to Mirkwood. The pressure of such a horrid thing, yet blissful thing as love, impressed so suddenly upon her, made the system she worked hard to keep in ship-shape condition, rebel against her. "Please no more of this torture!" she begged of her master, her own torturor. "Stop!" And she sobbed.
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"This Black Queen," Gandalf explained to his friend. "I assume practices black magic of some sort. You say you latch onto it… what color does it shine? Black, Grey, Red…"
"Gold," Legolas replied firmly. "It is gold. I think there may have been a streak of purple. But most certainly gold."
Sitting back in his chair, Gandalf scratched his graying beard. Pondering such, while smoking his pipe, "Gold is not a color she should have. Pure evil she is."
Can evil be true, A-
Don't say it! Gandalf barked. It would not be seemly for his friends to know quite yet, and it should not come from the mouth of the invisible enemy. No, this sort of thing should come from Galadriel or himself, perhaps Celeborn or Celebrian, but not her.
All right. I shan't! Then evil's attention redirected itself at Legolas. Is it really still gold? I should think it had changed by now. The kept the information that it had been black before she journeyed here—never should she change into good. Never!
Legolas ignored her, turning to Gandalf. Yet, his attention lingered not there either. It dwelled in an image of Grian, even more impure than that he'd dreamed of Galadriel. Incomplete dallyings they were too, such as loking at her ankles and watching a sea of cloth form around them. Even the thought of her brazen in front of him qas quite embarrassing, nevermind it was only the subconscious that brought such up. "Legolas!' a voice snapped him back into reality. "Your mind does not tarry with me, my thoughts, or thinking of the enemy. Concentrate!"
"Hellooo all!" Pippin yelled throwing open the great doors to the hall. Quite a Pippin-ly entrance, a young mother would say, and it surely wasn't a compliment. "What is with Gimli? The Lonely Mountain and Mirkwood be the only places that remain a place of peace. A no firing of arrows or throwing of axes sanctuary… well, besides Lórien, but I should think he would be happy!"
"What?!" the two companions stood in synchronization. Lórien? Who is here to declare if war should rule in Lórien or not? Legolas wondered, while Gandalf only gulped. Galadriel had decided to come after all, she originally was supposed to be camouflaged. The Black Queen must have angered her enough.
Pippin shrugged, "Lórien will always be a sanctuary, Lady Galadriel said, though it will only be for its heir to decide, and the heir of her ring—"
"She did what!" Gandalf boomed grabbing the hobbit, then shaking him. "Did she name her heir?"
"She said it was not Celebrian," Merry answered.
Suddenly, Gandalf became frantic and he dropped the hobbit. His old withered hands ran through the white straggly hair that had once been so fair it had 'shone as bright as the sun', but he remained crippled. A small price to pay. Merry unfolded his arms, "There is an elf-dwarf war about Legolas, a deadly one. Galadriel and Celebrian follow us closely, but we've come by swifter steeds than them. Plus they have yet to be in Middle Earth for what now, Pip? 30 or so summers? So we bring these unfortunate tiding to you. I think Gimli is declaring war on you."
"The witch," Legolas hissed. "You're doing this to him! Pick on someone who stands a chance!" The laughter sounded. "I will get my friend back and destroy you."
Will you destroy my master? The voice taunted. Because Master avenges for his queen's loss.
"Good will always triumph over evil!" Pippin cried defiantly.
Who is good in this chess game? You or I? Should my cause win the war I declare upon all of Middle Earth we shall be the good. And if you win, we shall be the evil. So yes, Mr Took, good always triumphs over evil. For you are the evil in mine eyes.
The hobbit's nose twitched. Such philosophy he did not like, for it seemed rather rude to make one thing so hard. So he turned to Gandalf and Legolas, "Galadriel and Celebrian are being escorted by many guards—Aragorn and Arwen desquised among them."
"Elrond permitted Arwen to leave?" Legolas inquired.
"When Aragorn asked with a 'if you please', she nearly bloody jumped in his arms. Quite clever, never would have expected it from her type," Pippin shrugged. "Ah! Food…now Amaryllis you do have my vegetable…"
"Of course!" Amaryllis smiled hugging the small being. "I could hear you Pipin all the way from Rivendell's kitchen." As in after thought in her mind, she added, And it disgusts me.
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Translations Dæmon is your spirit kinda thing. Its usually in physical form though. From the book The Golden Compass. I really don't know if it's a real myth thing or not. *Shrugs*
A.N. So we know who the evil is yes? Or do you have a guess? ^.^ I hopes I be doing this right. Don't worry, we'll get Gimli back. 'Cuz we love Gimli yes we do, we love Gimli how 'bout you? *way too hyper* But it's a long chapter, because Politics were boring. Yes? And I'm trying to update 'fic everyday…
E-Mail messy@usa.com
P.S. Still needs more sayings… Because I haven't got any! *sigh*
By Nezumi
Chapter Seven: Arrival
Time is only illusion, and yet too much of time is spent on time. When the day is over, truly the only thing that will matter is what you have done to another soul. Whether it is a good or bad act of judgment one cannot say until the outcome, and that takes patience. Time. Does time move in a straight line or does it move in a circle? A revolutionary belief, may be, that time moves in neither… it moves in a spiral.
Peregrin Took, commonly known as Pippin happily traveled into the East. He'd grown accustomed to traveling in all his years, and sincerely believed such had prolonged them. Pippin had Meriadoc Brandybuck in tow, and didn't show signs of stopping. They were following Gandalf all over the globe once again.
"Silly old fool, not tell us," Pippin told Merry, turning around upon his pony. Both were tall as hobbits went—4 and half foot or so. "And Galadriel said he was frightened to go by himself. That doesn't make much sense does it? Gandalf scared blimed scares me!"
"Then why, oh why, are we traveling on this road?" Merry drawled. He hadn't been entirely enthusiastic about the trip. Hopefully no elf would mistake them for dwarves, though he believed Mirkwood should be a safe land. Seeing how Legolas had the kindest of relations with the kind.
Hearing hoof-beats in the distance the two deterred their horses into the shrubbery, but as soon as the horse came into view they sighed. It was thankfully Gimli, perhaps they'd have a nice chat, but though the queer dwarf saw them, he kept on riding. "GIMLI!" Pippin yelled, quite irritated at such a rude thing. "That was odd. Perhaps it wasn't Gimli?"
"No, it was Gimli alright," Merry sighed, and watched the spot where the dwarf descended over the hill.
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George Gamgee… Then there was a shrill scream. And Legolas' eyes widened, seeing the opening that rarely came. She writhed in pain, while Legolas searched her mind, but all he found was pain in his own soul, a scream, and blinding light
Amaryllis, his nanny when he had been but a wee one, tripped, falling to her knees. The bowl was sent clattering to the ground, as she grasped her heart. This all registered in Legolas' mind, but he paid no heed. When she got up, his contact with the Black Queen's mind was interrupted and terminated. An evil voice yelled in Legolas and George's head, screaming like she'd been shot with a thousand poison arrows, DAMN HOBBITS!!! ESPECIALLY GAMGEES!!!!!!
Her voice retreated, and Grian rushed into the great hall, gathering up the spilled fruit. Legolas, unwilling to let the Black Queen startle him, plucked a red apple from the hard marble floor to hand to her. "I haven't seen you about in recent day." She nodded. "You're so quiet," he commented. "So utterly quiet. Why are you such?"
"The way I was raised makes such cause m—Legolas," she replied her head still bowed. "I must go… Amaryllis." She held out her arm for her superior, yet Amaryllis refused. She hobbled up, snickering at the girl in mockery, and took the Prince's arm instead. "To save your legs, my lady," Legolas nodded at Grian, more so than at Amaryllis, and whisked his old nursemaid to her rooms. Amaryllis' face overcame with such vivid jealousy that even the prince took notice, making a side-comment within his head to look only at the beautiful elf in such a way while his single mother-like figure was not in her presence.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Grian sped around the corner, into the corridor and fell to her knees, weeping. Oh how her head and heart ached from this single elf! The way he would so sweetly and softly speak in her pointed ears, even if she but only passed him in the hall. Her head did not allow her heart to fall in love, but her dæmon wanted to break free into the glorious sunlight again. "…Forbid me from loving thee…" she breathed and began choking on her own blood. This always seemed to happen, especially since her last 'incident' with Amaryllis. Such powerful sensations she had not felt from a long time ago, and they only made it worse. Perhaps Amaryllis would inflict such pain upon her. Long ago, when she had been free to love whom she pleased. Time had passed and then she came to Mirkwood. The pressure of such a horrid thing, yet blissful thing as love, impressed so suddenly upon her, made the system she worked hard to keep in ship-shape condition, rebel against her. "Please no more of this torture!" she begged of her master, her own torturor. "Stop!" And she sobbed.
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"This Black Queen," Gandalf explained to his friend. "I assume practices black magic of some sort. You say you latch onto it… what color does it shine? Black, Grey, Red…"
"Gold," Legolas replied firmly. "It is gold. I think there may have been a streak of purple. But most certainly gold."
Sitting back in his chair, Gandalf scratched his graying beard. Pondering such, while smoking his pipe, "Gold is not a color she should have. Pure evil she is."
Can evil be true, A-
Don't say it! Gandalf barked. It would not be seemly for his friends to know quite yet, and it should not come from the mouth of the invisible enemy. No, this sort of thing should come from Galadriel or himself, perhaps Celeborn or Celebrian, but not her.
All right. I shan't! Then evil's attention redirected itself at Legolas. Is it really still gold? I should think it had changed by now. The kept the information that it had been black before she journeyed here—never should she change into good. Never!
Legolas ignored her, turning to Gandalf. Yet, his attention lingered not there either. It dwelled in an image of Grian, even more impure than that he'd dreamed of Galadriel. Incomplete dallyings they were too, such as loking at her ankles and watching a sea of cloth form around them. Even the thought of her brazen in front of him qas quite embarrassing, nevermind it was only the subconscious that brought such up. "Legolas!' a voice snapped him back into reality. "Your mind does not tarry with me, my thoughts, or thinking of the enemy. Concentrate!"
"Hellooo all!" Pippin yelled throwing open the great doors to the hall. Quite a Pippin-ly entrance, a young mother would say, and it surely wasn't a compliment. "What is with Gimli? The Lonely Mountain and Mirkwood be the only places that remain a place of peace. A no firing of arrows or throwing of axes sanctuary… well, besides Lórien, but I should think he would be happy!"
"What?!" the two companions stood in synchronization. Lórien? Who is here to declare if war should rule in Lórien or not? Legolas wondered, while Gandalf only gulped. Galadriel had decided to come after all, she originally was supposed to be camouflaged. The Black Queen must have angered her enough.
Pippin shrugged, "Lórien will always be a sanctuary, Lady Galadriel said, though it will only be for its heir to decide, and the heir of her ring—"
"She did what!" Gandalf boomed grabbing the hobbit, then shaking him. "Did she name her heir?"
"She said it was not Celebrian," Merry answered.
Suddenly, Gandalf became frantic and he dropped the hobbit. His old withered hands ran through the white straggly hair that had once been so fair it had 'shone as bright as the sun', but he remained crippled. A small price to pay. Merry unfolded his arms, "There is an elf-dwarf war about Legolas, a deadly one. Galadriel and Celebrian follow us closely, but we've come by swifter steeds than them. Plus they have yet to be in Middle Earth for what now, Pip? 30 or so summers? So we bring these unfortunate tiding to you. I think Gimli is declaring war on you."
"The witch," Legolas hissed. "You're doing this to him! Pick on someone who stands a chance!" The laughter sounded. "I will get my friend back and destroy you."
Will you destroy my master? The voice taunted. Because Master avenges for his queen's loss.
"Good will always triumph over evil!" Pippin cried defiantly.
Who is good in this chess game? You or I? Should my cause win the war I declare upon all of Middle Earth we shall be the good. And if you win, we shall be the evil. So yes, Mr Took, good always triumphs over evil. For you are the evil in mine eyes.
The hobbit's nose twitched. Such philosophy he did not like, for it seemed rather rude to make one thing so hard. So he turned to Gandalf and Legolas, "Galadriel and Celebrian are being escorted by many guards—Aragorn and Arwen desquised among them."
"Elrond permitted Arwen to leave?" Legolas inquired.
"When Aragorn asked with a 'if you please', she nearly bloody jumped in his arms. Quite clever, never would have expected it from her type," Pippin shrugged. "Ah! Food…now Amaryllis you do have my vegetable…"
"Of course!" Amaryllis smiled hugging the small being. "I could hear you Pipin all the way from Rivendell's kitchen." As in after thought in her mind, she added, And it disgusts me.
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Translations Dæmon is your spirit kinda thing. Its usually in physical form though. From the book The Golden Compass. I really don't know if it's a real myth thing or not. *Shrugs*
A.N. So we know who the evil is yes? Or do you have a guess? ^.^ I hopes I be doing this right. Don't worry, we'll get Gimli back. 'Cuz we love Gimli yes we do, we love Gimli how 'bout you? *way too hyper* But it's a long chapter, because Politics were boring. Yes? And I'm trying to update 'fic everyday…
E-Mail messy@usa.com
P.S. Still needs more sayings… Because I haven't got any! *sigh*