Trotter - sorry to do this, but Gollum's in it.....but not like riddles in
the dark. And I know it's cliché, but hey, people read it!! And I am NOT
putting Legolas in (sorru, Legolas fans)
Jo March - Glad about Gollum, and wow, someone who likes cliffies!! That's strange...when I read cliffies, I usually review starting with death threats : P
Dragon - Elrond: HE DID WHAT?? Gandalf: Please, please don't be angry, sir! (cowering in front of Elrond) Elrond: Going to Gondor, okay, but prancing there? Why the prancing!!?? (heh...on the Barrow Downs name generator thing, I was a Prancing Woof Elf) Glad you like the story!!
Thanks for all the reviews!! Here's the next chapter.....
Estel rubbed his eyes as the rough hand grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, and forced him to walk. Estel looked around, head drooping. I was quite dim, and the stench was unbearable. Goblins were everywhere. The ground was littered with rat skulls, and to Estel's horror, human, elf, and other various creatures' remains. Estel suddenly realized Gandalf was no where near, but as he contemplated, he suddenly found himself facing the most atrocious looking goblin ever.
A horrid cackle came from his lips, and Estel suppressed a shudder as he chewed on what was visibly a raw deer leg. "There aren't many of your kind here." He said, in a deep, rough voice.
"I wonder why." Estel murmured, inaudibly. The goblin king said something to some of the others in a language Estel did not know, and he felt himself being grabbed roughly and pushed forward to march. It was pure darkness, and he tripped over a stone, hit his head, and a goblin grabbed him back up again, and began whipping him, as Estel cried out in pain.
After the stinging in his back stopped, Estel realized that when he had fallen, the goblin had groveled a bit before finding him. They can't see in this dark any better than I can! He realized.
A half baked plan formed in him mind, and he threw himself upon the ground, and pretended to trip. But instead of staying were he was, he scrambled away on his elbows, until he heard the grunts and grumbles of the goblins far behind. Then he collapsed on the cold rock, his wounds from the whip still bleeding freely.
He awoke to find himself in complete and total darkness. His back was no longer bleeding, and it felt wet, as though someone had just recently washed it. He suddenly realized, in horror, he was not alone. He could hear small shuffles, and a hiss every now and then, and was sure he had seen the gleam of the creature's eyes. A clammy, but gently hand laid on his back, and hissed quietly, "Foolish man. Don't move, we shall take care of your woundssss.....".
Estel was frightened, but he did as requested, and the creature, though it was not the very best healer, wash the blood away with cold water, and made the pungent stinging abate. He would give Estel water and sometimes food-though Estel would not eat it, because it smelled like (and probably was) raw fish.
On the third day of lying in the dark like this, the creature decided Estel was okay. "Yesss, yessss, we shall show you the exit." It muttered, grabbing Estel's hand gently and leading him through the darkness. A small light appeared in the distance, and before he knew it, he was out in the snow again. He turned to look at his savior, only to find he had left already. Cold and confused, Estel wandered about in the snow blindly, and suddenly crashed into Gandalf, who pulled him into an embrace.
"Gandalf, what happened? And who-" Estel begin, but Gandalf interrupted him.
"Come, let us go somewhere safer first." He said. Saying this, he held Estel's arm, and Estel tramped through the snow blindly, following Gandalf's lead. After not to long of this, Estel found himself shivering in a small cave that Gandalf had found, with a fire crackling merrily.
"We are quite safe here. I shall tell you my part of the story, and then I must hear from you." Said Gandalf. Estel nodded, and he continued. "You had dozed off by my fire, and I then put it out. It began to snow harder and, I must admit, I was careless. I could not see you in the snow, but I felt a small kick at my side, and assumed you were simply moving in your sleep.
"I pulled you closer under the ledge, to warm you, and I realized that what I was holding was nothing more than a bundle of cloth, and that you had been taken. Now, I must hear from you."
Estel told his part of the story, and concluded, asking him, "What was that creature and why did it help me?"
"I can only guess it was Gollum. Bilbo met him not too long ago (A/N I haven't a clue if There and Back Again took place before or after this story, but for the sake of Gandalf knowing of Gollum, it took place before), and I guess the fact you were wounded, and innocent, sparked a bit of the compassion he had lost long ago, and he decided not to harm you. You were lucky, I suppose." Gandalf concluded, contemplating this.
Estel only nodded thoughtfully. His mind had wandered again onto Arwen, the unreachable bait held before him whenever he was in Rivendell. He laughed silently, wondering what sort of a fit his fa-no, Elrond, was having. And then there were the twins. Not his brothers, he reminded himself dismally. Elladan and Elrohir. Elrond, and many others believed they were lovers. Probably some rumor started by the scullery maid. It was not true.
A secret Estel knew he wasn't supposed to tell, he had seen Elrohir, and a young elven maiden visiting from Mirkwood kissing in the gardens. When Estel saw them, Elrohir had a fit, and bullied Estel into keeping his mouth shut. But he laughed whenever he recalled Elrohir, blushing with embarrassment, and the young maiden, though, was somewhat bolder, and laughed merrily, not a laugh of foolishness, but a laugh that showed plainly she didn't care if anyone saw them. She winked at Estel, and then pecked a kiss on Elrohir's cheek, who blushed furiously again.
Sorru I wandered off at the end of the chapter. Um.......so, yeah......review please!!
Jo March - Glad about Gollum, and wow, someone who likes cliffies!! That's strange...when I read cliffies, I usually review starting with death threats : P
Dragon - Elrond: HE DID WHAT?? Gandalf: Please, please don't be angry, sir! (cowering in front of Elrond) Elrond: Going to Gondor, okay, but prancing there? Why the prancing!!?? (heh...on the Barrow Downs name generator thing, I was a Prancing Woof Elf) Glad you like the story!!
Thanks for all the reviews!! Here's the next chapter.....
Estel rubbed his eyes as the rough hand grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt, and forced him to walk. Estel looked around, head drooping. I was quite dim, and the stench was unbearable. Goblins were everywhere. The ground was littered with rat skulls, and to Estel's horror, human, elf, and other various creatures' remains. Estel suddenly realized Gandalf was no where near, but as he contemplated, he suddenly found himself facing the most atrocious looking goblin ever.
A horrid cackle came from his lips, and Estel suppressed a shudder as he chewed on what was visibly a raw deer leg. "There aren't many of your kind here." He said, in a deep, rough voice.
"I wonder why." Estel murmured, inaudibly. The goblin king said something to some of the others in a language Estel did not know, and he felt himself being grabbed roughly and pushed forward to march. It was pure darkness, and he tripped over a stone, hit his head, and a goblin grabbed him back up again, and began whipping him, as Estel cried out in pain.
After the stinging in his back stopped, Estel realized that when he had fallen, the goblin had groveled a bit before finding him. They can't see in this dark any better than I can! He realized.
A half baked plan formed in him mind, and he threw himself upon the ground, and pretended to trip. But instead of staying were he was, he scrambled away on his elbows, until he heard the grunts and grumbles of the goblins far behind. Then he collapsed on the cold rock, his wounds from the whip still bleeding freely.
He awoke to find himself in complete and total darkness. His back was no longer bleeding, and it felt wet, as though someone had just recently washed it. He suddenly realized, in horror, he was not alone. He could hear small shuffles, and a hiss every now and then, and was sure he had seen the gleam of the creature's eyes. A clammy, but gently hand laid on his back, and hissed quietly, "Foolish man. Don't move, we shall take care of your woundssss.....".
Estel was frightened, but he did as requested, and the creature, though it was not the very best healer, wash the blood away with cold water, and made the pungent stinging abate. He would give Estel water and sometimes food-though Estel would not eat it, because it smelled like (and probably was) raw fish.
On the third day of lying in the dark like this, the creature decided Estel was okay. "Yesss, yessss, we shall show you the exit." It muttered, grabbing Estel's hand gently and leading him through the darkness. A small light appeared in the distance, and before he knew it, he was out in the snow again. He turned to look at his savior, only to find he had left already. Cold and confused, Estel wandered about in the snow blindly, and suddenly crashed into Gandalf, who pulled him into an embrace.
"Gandalf, what happened? And who-" Estel begin, but Gandalf interrupted him.
"Come, let us go somewhere safer first." He said. Saying this, he held Estel's arm, and Estel tramped through the snow blindly, following Gandalf's lead. After not to long of this, Estel found himself shivering in a small cave that Gandalf had found, with a fire crackling merrily.
"We are quite safe here. I shall tell you my part of the story, and then I must hear from you." Said Gandalf. Estel nodded, and he continued. "You had dozed off by my fire, and I then put it out. It began to snow harder and, I must admit, I was careless. I could not see you in the snow, but I felt a small kick at my side, and assumed you were simply moving in your sleep.
"I pulled you closer under the ledge, to warm you, and I realized that what I was holding was nothing more than a bundle of cloth, and that you had been taken. Now, I must hear from you."
Estel told his part of the story, and concluded, asking him, "What was that creature and why did it help me?"
"I can only guess it was Gollum. Bilbo met him not too long ago (A/N I haven't a clue if There and Back Again took place before or after this story, but for the sake of Gandalf knowing of Gollum, it took place before), and I guess the fact you were wounded, and innocent, sparked a bit of the compassion he had lost long ago, and he decided not to harm you. You were lucky, I suppose." Gandalf concluded, contemplating this.
Estel only nodded thoughtfully. His mind had wandered again onto Arwen, the unreachable bait held before him whenever he was in Rivendell. He laughed silently, wondering what sort of a fit his fa-no, Elrond, was having. And then there were the twins. Not his brothers, he reminded himself dismally. Elladan and Elrohir. Elrond, and many others believed they were lovers. Probably some rumor started by the scullery maid. It was not true.
A secret Estel knew he wasn't supposed to tell, he had seen Elrohir, and a young elven maiden visiting from Mirkwood kissing in the gardens. When Estel saw them, Elrohir had a fit, and bullied Estel into keeping his mouth shut. But he laughed whenever he recalled Elrohir, blushing with embarrassment, and the young maiden, though, was somewhat bolder, and laughed merrily, not a laugh of foolishness, but a laugh that showed plainly she didn't care if anyone saw them. She winked at Estel, and then pecked a kiss on Elrohir's cheek, who blushed furiously again.
Sorru I wandered off at the end of the chapter. Um.......so, yeah......review please!!