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I STAND ALONE
"Who wants to sing 'On the Road Again' song?!"
"No!"
"Aww, you guys are no fun!"
"It's just that after a while, it gets annoying."
"And eventually, it turns quite evil."
"Oh."
Naurglahad stared down at the weed infested dirt path in an attempt to think of a new song to sing along the way to Lorien. She, Elenwe and Legolas were now riding out of Rivendell up to the skirts of the mountains with a troop of brown horses that Elrond had lent them. As soon as they would reach the crags, they would send the horses back up the road and to Rivendell.
"I can't think of any songs to sing!" whined Naurglahad, exaggerated despair clinging to her thoughts.
"On the road again," sang Elenwe, un-energetically, "Just can't wait to get on the road again,"
Naurglahad's face brightened contentedly. "The life I love is makin' music with my friends... who-aren't-really-friends-but-they're-here-anyway!" She added. The elves sighed. "And I can't wait to get on the road again!"
She smiled eagerly at Legolas, who began to sing in the same tone as Elenwe.
"On the road again, Going places that I've never been,"
"Aw come on! Lighten up!" cheered Naurglahad. Then she continued to sing, "Seein' things that I may never see again,"
"And I can't wait to get on the road again," Sang Elenwe and Legolas, still unexcited.
The journey went on like that for quite a while. Naurglahad kept singing her 'catchy' little melody over and over again, and the two elves said nothing.
~*~
Three hours later, Naurglahad had stopped singing and they had reached the soot-like dirt covered foot hills of the Misty Mountains. The now weary horses were tethered to a battered (from whacking others round the head) wooden pole that had Naurglahad jammed into the ground. Now, she was rummaging through her leather pack, looking for dinner utensils as Legolas roasted a hare that Elenwe had seen on their way and failed to hesitate firing a well-aimed arrow at it for dinner.
"So," said Naurglahad, "How are we getting over the Misty Mountains?"
"What do you mean?" asked Legolas. He flipped a slice of rabbit meat over a happy crackle of flames.
"Are we going through the mountains, like everyone else does, or are we climbing over the peaks?"
"Through of course! We can't climb those peaks!" he replied, now taking the meat off the griddle and slicing it. Quick as lightning, Naurglahad speared her knife at the meat and flipped it into the crisp night air, ready to catch it in her mouth. Legolas rescued it just before it hit her tongue.
"It was Elenwe's catch. He gets first taste." He handed Elenwe the spewed catch, who took it, and with one bite gave it high ratings. Naurglahad took the next slice immediately. At last, when their meal was finished, Naurglahad put down her plate, stood from the boulder she was sitting on, and spread her arms out enthusiastically.
"Who wants to sing the 'On the Road Again' song?!"
"No!"
"Fine! Then I'll just sing it myself…for another six hours! Mwahaha!"
Elenwe and Legolas had to literally wrestle Naurglahad to the ground to get a handkerchief around her mouth, and a rope tying her feet and arms together. She gave them murderous glares as they turned around and walked away into a more secluded area... away from Naurglahad, who began to hum loudly now, just to annoy them. After they had abandoned her, she grunted reluctantly and bitterly decided to get sweet revenge. Inching a finger down her boot, a 'handy-dandy' knife was safely tucked in. She carefully began to hack at the cords.
Soon, her cords were cut, and she could undo the handkerchief. She grabbed the opposing corners of the handkerchief, a gave it a twirl, as if ringing water out of it She followed her companion's voices, which were in a natural loop of boulders about a couple ten yards away. Her thoughts switched back and forth on who attack first. Then, she pulled back her arm behind the elves and-
WHU-PACK! WHU-PACK!
"OW!"
Elenwe and Legolas spun around. Naurglahad was howling with laughter, losing her balance and shouting in a sing-songy voice:
"I just whipped you! I just whipped you! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha h- uh oh!"
Naurglahad turned and fled from the site, still laughing, but in fear from the two enraged elves that tore after her. She scrambled up a tall boulder, and began a
swift assault upon the smooth peaks of each rock. Elenwe and Legolas followed from behind her dodging between the rocks she was leaping on. Then, she jumped out of their sight. There was a loud splash. In the dark, it was hard to see what happened to her. Elenwe and Legolas attempted to slide to a halt, but tripped over a low stone, and tumbled down a dirt hill, into a rippling mirror.
SPLASH!
"Hey guys!" called Naurglahad, "I found a lake!"
"We've noticed." gargled Elenwe.
They floated on the surface of the water for awhile, trying to see how far the pebble covered shores were. The yellow light of the fire at their now abandoned campsite was flickering in the dark a long way ahead.
"Where's Legolas?" asked Naurglahad. She and Elenwe swam around frantically, searching rapidly for the lost elf prince. Naurglahad dove underwater to look for him, while Elenwe exited the lake to search the hill they had rolled down. Fatal possibilities crossed both their minds. What if he had drowned? Or gotten killed from a blow to the head by a stone? Maybe he was eaten by some mysterious Kraken that lived in the lake, or another troll that was feeling hungry?
~*~
Legolas was shaken awake. He was lying on a soft, woolen cloth in a dark, damp realm somewhere. From the echoing drips of water, he seemed to be in a cave. He opened his eyes.
"Great Aule!" cried a friendly voice, "The elf is alive! Legolas!"
Legolas' eyes widened. He was surrounded by a group of short, stocky beings plated in armor with long tangled beards. Above him stood a familiar person-
"Gimli!" shouted Legolas, his weary face breaking into a smile. Gimli burst into laughter as he accepted the friendly embrace from his elf friend. His fellow dwarves cheered. "What on Middle-earth are you doing here?"
"We're off to the Golden Wood!" exclaimed Gimli, "Lord Celeborn invited us. He didn't write too much information in his letter. He said that he will explain the gathering at the entrance to Lorien."
"And we're off to Lorien!" said Legolas.
"We? Who is we?" he looked around for a moment, "Legolas? Are you going mad?"
"No!" Legolas looked around frantically, "I was here with Elenwe and Naurglahad! Have you seen them?"
"Nay," replied Gimli, "Haven't seen a new sight since you came along. You were floating through a river that entered this cave."
Legolas scrambled to his feet, searching frantically in the dark. His companions were nowhere to be seen.
I STAND ALONE
"Who wants to sing 'On the Road Again' song?!"
"No!"
"Aww, you guys are no fun!"
"It's just that after a while, it gets annoying."
"And eventually, it turns quite evil."
"Oh."
Naurglahad stared down at the weed infested dirt path in an attempt to think of a new song to sing along the way to Lorien. She, Elenwe and Legolas were now riding out of Rivendell up to the skirts of the mountains with a troop of brown horses that Elrond had lent them. As soon as they would reach the crags, they would send the horses back up the road and to Rivendell.
"I can't think of any songs to sing!" whined Naurglahad, exaggerated despair clinging to her thoughts.
"On the road again," sang Elenwe, un-energetically, "Just can't wait to get on the road again,"
Naurglahad's face brightened contentedly. "The life I love is makin' music with my friends... who-aren't-really-friends-but-they're-here-anyway!" She added. The elves sighed. "And I can't wait to get on the road again!"
She smiled eagerly at Legolas, who began to sing in the same tone as Elenwe.
"On the road again, Going places that I've never been,"
"Aw come on! Lighten up!" cheered Naurglahad. Then she continued to sing, "Seein' things that I may never see again,"
"And I can't wait to get on the road again," Sang Elenwe and Legolas, still unexcited.
The journey went on like that for quite a while. Naurglahad kept singing her 'catchy' little melody over and over again, and the two elves said nothing.
~*~
Three hours later, Naurglahad had stopped singing and they had reached the soot-like dirt covered foot hills of the Misty Mountains. The now weary horses were tethered to a battered (from whacking others round the head) wooden pole that had Naurglahad jammed into the ground. Now, she was rummaging through her leather pack, looking for dinner utensils as Legolas roasted a hare that Elenwe had seen on their way and failed to hesitate firing a well-aimed arrow at it for dinner.
"So," said Naurglahad, "How are we getting over the Misty Mountains?"
"What do you mean?" asked Legolas. He flipped a slice of rabbit meat over a happy crackle of flames.
"Are we going through the mountains, like everyone else does, or are we climbing over the peaks?"
"Through of course! We can't climb those peaks!" he replied, now taking the meat off the griddle and slicing it. Quick as lightning, Naurglahad speared her knife at the meat and flipped it into the crisp night air, ready to catch it in her mouth. Legolas rescued it just before it hit her tongue.
"It was Elenwe's catch. He gets first taste." He handed Elenwe the spewed catch, who took it, and with one bite gave it high ratings. Naurglahad took the next slice immediately. At last, when their meal was finished, Naurglahad put down her plate, stood from the boulder she was sitting on, and spread her arms out enthusiastically.
"Who wants to sing the 'On the Road Again' song?!"
"No!"
"Fine! Then I'll just sing it myself…for another six hours! Mwahaha!"
Elenwe and Legolas had to literally wrestle Naurglahad to the ground to get a handkerchief around her mouth, and a rope tying her feet and arms together. She gave them murderous glares as they turned around and walked away into a more secluded area... away from Naurglahad, who began to hum loudly now, just to annoy them. After they had abandoned her, she grunted reluctantly and bitterly decided to get sweet revenge. Inching a finger down her boot, a 'handy-dandy' knife was safely tucked in. She carefully began to hack at the cords.
Soon, her cords were cut, and she could undo the handkerchief. She grabbed the opposing corners of the handkerchief, a gave it a twirl, as if ringing water out of it She followed her companion's voices, which were in a natural loop of boulders about a couple ten yards away. Her thoughts switched back and forth on who attack first. Then, she pulled back her arm behind the elves and-
WHU-PACK! WHU-PACK!
"OW!"
Elenwe and Legolas spun around. Naurglahad was howling with laughter, losing her balance and shouting in a sing-songy voice:
"I just whipped you! I just whipped you! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha h- uh oh!"
Naurglahad turned and fled from the site, still laughing, but in fear from the two enraged elves that tore after her. She scrambled up a tall boulder, and began a
swift assault upon the smooth peaks of each rock. Elenwe and Legolas followed from behind her dodging between the rocks she was leaping on. Then, she jumped out of their sight. There was a loud splash. In the dark, it was hard to see what happened to her. Elenwe and Legolas attempted to slide to a halt, but tripped over a low stone, and tumbled down a dirt hill, into a rippling mirror.
SPLASH!
"Hey guys!" called Naurglahad, "I found a lake!"
"We've noticed." gargled Elenwe.
They floated on the surface of the water for awhile, trying to see how far the pebble covered shores were. The yellow light of the fire at their now abandoned campsite was flickering in the dark a long way ahead.
"Where's Legolas?" asked Naurglahad. She and Elenwe swam around frantically, searching rapidly for the lost elf prince. Naurglahad dove underwater to look for him, while Elenwe exited the lake to search the hill they had rolled down. Fatal possibilities crossed both their minds. What if he had drowned? Or gotten killed from a blow to the head by a stone? Maybe he was eaten by some mysterious Kraken that lived in the lake, or another troll that was feeling hungry?
~*~
Legolas was shaken awake. He was lying on a soft, woolen cloth in a dark, damp realm somewhere. From the echoing drips of water, he seemed to be in a cave. He opened his eyes.
"Great Aule!" cried a friendly voice, "The elf is alive! Legolas!"
Legolas' eyes widened. He was surrounded by a group of short, stocky beings plated in armor with long tangled beards. Above him stood a familiar person-
"Gimli!" shouted Legolas, his weary face breaking into a smile. Gimli burst into laughter as he accepted the friendly embrace from his elf friend. His fellow dwarves cheered. "What on Middle-earth are you doing here?"
"We're off to the Golden Wood!" exclaimed Gimli, "Lord Celeborn invited us. He didn't write too much information in his letter. He said that he will explain the gathering at the entrance to Lorien."
"And we're off to Lorien!" said Legolas.
"We? Who is we?" he looked around for a moment, "Legolas? Are you going mad?"
"No!" Legolas looked around frantically, "I was here with Elenwe and Naurglahad! Have you seen them?"
"Nay," replied Gimli, "Haven't seen a new sight since you came along. You were floating through a river that entered this cave."
Legolas scrambled to his feet, searching frantically in the dark. His companions were nowhere to be seen.