Thanks everyone for reviewing!!!
Answering one of my reviews.......I was considering the hobbit in a slump
being Pippin, when I realized that Pip was only in his twenties when the
LOTR story started, which means that when this story is taking place, he
probably would have just been born!
The figure came out of the dark corner, and Estel could see he was an old man wearing a robe and a pointed hat. The man looked at him with a piercing stare that made Estel shudder, but he could see that is was not filled with hatred.
"May I ask your name, sir?" said Estel, hesitantly.
"No, you may not, not until we come up to my room." He said. "Come up, follow me!" he lead the confused Estel up to the room he had rented and closed the door. "You are Aragorn, also called Estel if I am not mistaken, and you have run away, have you not?" he said, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile.
Estel's jaw dropped in amazement. ".......How.......I mean......yes......" and he simply trailed off.
"I am Gandalf, and what was it you wanted to learn about? Gondor, was it?" he said, smiling brightly now.
Estel nodded. "But I should also like to know how you knew me."
"First, I am a wizard, but more importantly, I am a friend of your fathers!" he laughed
"He isn't my father." Estel said, darkly.
"Then you have learned. I shall not keep any secrets from you then. Do you know you are heir to the throne of Gondor?" Gandalf asked, testing the extent of Estel's knowledge about himself.
"Yes. But I know not of Gondor, except the history. I should like to, perhaps, see it." Estel said.
"Why didn't you just ask your fa-Elrond," he quickly corrected himself, "instead of running away! I am sure you have them in a flurry now!"
"Because he probably wouldn't have let me go." He knew this was a pathetic answer, and after Gandalf stared at him for a moment, he broke in, "Okay, okay! I know already, it was a foolish and stupid thing to do! Am I forgiven?"
"It is not for me to forgive you! But I shall take you to Gondor." And then, as an after thought, "I shall send notice to Elrond, but not bring you there-for I am sure after this ordeal he wouldn't let you go."
Estel smiled gratefully. "Thank you, very much!"
"Let's not waste time though with petty chit-chat, let's go. I have many things to do, and not enough time. Tomorrow we leave. Go eat and get a good night's rest."
Estel nodded, said "Good night" and plodded up to his room, mind racing. He was going to see Gondor! He could already imagine the white turrets like those in his books, rising high into the bright sky. In his mind's eye, he saw himself, sitting upon a marble throne with Arwen sitting next to him. His mind left Gondor to ponder about Arwen.
But he could never love her any more than as a sibling. For one, she was older than him, and his foster sister. But most importantly, she was an elf. And even if all that was overcome, he would have to make Arwen love him as well. He sighed. She was so far out of his grasp, yet so close.
He imagined her, when he returned to Gondor. He imagined himself with a king's robe and a crown, running up to her, and she, her lovely face gleaming, her long, dark hair streaming behind her, and running into his arms, smiling joyfully. All dreams, he reminded himself, You haven't got a chance.
The next morning, he was awoken early by Gandalf, who had already packed Estel's belongings and packed them onto Rohlond. Estel got dressed with what Gandalf had not packed, and went to the common room to get some food before they left for Gondor.
After that was done, Gandalf and Estel began their journey. It was easy ride, and for several days, they rode without interference, stopping in every comfortable place to eat and sleep for the night. When they neared Rivendell, Gandalf asked Estel to stay where he was for the night, and he would return shortly.
The next morning, when he had returned, Estel, curious where he had gone, inquired him. "Gandalf, you are not taking me back to Elrond, are you?" he said, slightly suspicious.
Gandalf smiled, "Eru-no! I just told the nearest patrolling elf of where you are going so Elrond does not fret, without any intention of having Elrond see you first."
Estel sighed. "Then, where next?" he asked, ready to get going.
"The High Pass of the Misty Mountains. Are you ready for it?" Gandalf asked.
Estel nodded as they got onto their horses, and began riding.
Sorry that the chapter was more talk than action, but wait until they arrive at Gondor (but that may take a while). Review please!!! Oh, by the way, does anyone think I should create a sequel to the story "Tears"? Several people have suggested it........but if so, what do I write about? Well, if you haven't read it, ignore this message, or go read it to have a new look at Gollum.
The figure came out of the dark corner, and Estel could see he was an old man wearing a robe and a pointed hat. The man looked at him with a piercing stare that made Estel shudder, but he could see that is was not filled with hatred.
"May I ask your name, sir?" said Estel, hesitantly.
"No, you may not, not until we come up to my room." He said. "Come up, follow me!" he lead the confused Estel up to the room he had rented and closed the door. "You are Aragorn, also called Estel if I am not mistaken, and you have run away, have you not?" he said, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile.
Estel's jaw dropped in amazement. ".......How.......I mean......yes......" and he simply trailed off.
"I am Gandalf, and what was it you wanted to learn about? Gondor, was it?" he said, smiling brightly now.
Estel nodded. "But I should also like to know how you knew me."
"First, I am a wizard, but more importantly, I am a friend of your fathers!" he laughed
"He isn't my father." Estel said, darkly.
"Then you have learned. I shall not keep any secrets from you then. Do you know you are heir to the throne of Gondor?" Gandalf asked, testing the extent of Estel's knowledge about himself.
"Yes. But I know not of Gondor, except the history. I should like to, perhaps, see it." Estel said.
"Why didn't you just ask your fa-Elrond," he quickly corrected himself, "instead of running away! I am sure you have them in a flurry now!"
"Because he probably wouldn't have let me go." He knew this was a pathetic answer, and after Gandalf stared at him for a moment, he broke in, "Okay, okay! I know already, it was a foolish and stupid thing to do! Am I forgiven?"
"It is not for me to forgive you! But I shall take you to Gondor." And then, as an after thought, "I shall send notice to Elrond, but not bring you there-for I am sure after this ordeal he wouldn't let you go."
Estel smiled gratefully. "Thank you, very much!"
"Let's not waste time though with petty chit-chat, let's go. I have many things to do, and not enough time. Tomorrow we leave. Go eat and get a good night's rest."
Estel nodded, said "Good night" and plodded up to his room, mind racing. He was going to see Gondor! He could already imagine the white turrets like those in his books, rising high into the bright sky. In his mind's eye, he saw himself, sitting upon a marble throne with Arwen sitting next to him. His mind left Gondor to ponder about Arwen.
But he could never love her any more than as a sibling. For one, she was older than him, and his foster sister. But most importantly, she was an elf. And even if all that was overcome, he would have to make Arwen love him as well. He sighed. She was so far out of his grasp, yet so close.
He imagined her, when he returned to Gondor. He imagined himself with a king's robe and a crown, running up to her, and she, her lovely face gleaming, her long, dark hair streaming behind her, and running into his arms, smiling joyfully. All dreams, he reminded himself, You haven't got a chance.
The next morning, he was awoken early by Gandalf, who had already packed Estel's belongings and packed them onto Rohlond. Estel got dressed with what Gandalf had not packed, and went to the common room to get some food before they left for Gondor.
After that was done, Gandalf and Estel began their journey. It was easy ride, and for several days, they rode without interference, stopping in every comfortable place to eat and sleep for the night. When they neared Rivendell, Gandalf asked Estel to stay where he was for the night, and he would return shortly.
The next morning, when he had returned, Estel, curious where he had gone, inquired him. "Gandalf, you are not taking me back to Elrond, are you?" he said, slightly suspicious.
Gandalf smiled, "Eru-no! I just told the nearest patrolling elf of where you are going so Elrond does not fret, without any intention of having Elrond see you first."
Estel sighed. "Then, where next?" he asked, ready to get going.
"The High Pass of the Misty Mountains. Are you ready for it?" Gandalf asked.
Estel nodded as they got onto their horses, and began riding.
Sorry that the chapter was more talk than action, but wait until they arrive at Gondor (but that may take a while). Review please!!! Oh, by the way, does anyone think I should create a sequel to the story "Tears"? Several people have suggested it........but if so, what do I write about? Well, if you haven't read it, ignore this message, or go read it to have a new look at Gollum.