Chapter 1 Aragorn's story
It was hot, a bit too hot. I was in my father's palace tasting all kinds of wine that Bilbo, the god of wine has ever made. Suddenly Sarah burst through the door and grabbed me across the waist "Oh thank god you are here!"
I tried to get free, but my *seemingly* frail sister's (wake UP Aragorn!) arms suddenly turned into iron bars. "Sarah!"
"Oh brother, whatever you do, don't you DARE go to that temple of Rei!" She said, while whacking my head with one of her hands. "Or I'll kill you, before you actually die that is."
"What?" Hello and get introduced to my sister, the extra talented and smart (?) one who is gifted by the gift of prophesy by Galadriel, the Goddess of Hearth. Though outrageous and unbelievable at times (don't you mean *all* the time Aragorn?), she proved to be right all the time.
"I had a vision brother, I saw 1000 ship sailing towards Trondor, I saw Celeborn dead and being dragged around by a dark horse. And I saw a woman, she was so beautiful and brilliant that all men fell upon her feet, she was strangled on an island, and you were leaving her behind. And I saw myself, being dragged by a strong man, I could feel the bruise! Then the three goddesses were there, and you were kneeling in front of them, a blond was lying unconscious."
"You aren't making any sense Sarah." I raised my eyebrow, much as I love my little sister, she could get really frustrating.
"But. oh well, the only one who understands me is Celeborn, I don't expect you to comprehend me.(how about I don't expect ANYONE to.) but please, stay away from the temple of Rei!"
"'Tis not any festival, why would I be going to the temple anyway?" suddenly I felt all her weight leaned onto me. (Trust Sarah to faint at a time such as this.) I shook her. "Sarah?"
Celeborn walked into the room, he was the golden one, his hair fair (don't you mean PALE Aragorn?) and his eyes gray, his body lean and fit (cough, cough). "What mischief are you up to now Aragorn? What have you done to poor Sarah?"
Our father supposedly has had 50 or so sons, yet only two remain by his side- my brother and I. He is said to have more than 30 daughters, yet only one remains, Sarah. The fact that our father has had more than 15 wives are well known, yet only one remains by his side. The legend that we have to compete to be the heir is a lie (wake UP Aragorn!). There is practically no one around than the five of us.
Mother is an immortal being, though she is too fragile and weak to be a god, she is gifted with the beauty of one. My sister and I inherited my mother's hair, brown and wavy. And my brother and I inherited my father's eyes and luckily not his body (yes you did, or why would you be a man?).
Despite to the fact that Celeborn is the closest brother, we dislike each other very much. I never liked his way of "violence solves everything" manner of a warrior (well what about your 'brainless way solves everything' Aragorn?), and he always envied me of my looks and my way on ladies. (PUKE!)
"Nothing my brother, absolutely nothing." I felt Sarah stir in my arms. (Old cliché.)
"You are summoned to the temple of Rei by the priestess Joy, it seems very important for she when she came to inform me, she was gray with fear."
'NO!" Sarah came back to earth, stood up and clung to my sleeve like a drowning person to a piece of driftwood. "You must not Aragorn! You will bring destruction to the city!"
I was furious all for a sudden (Elrond's doing) "Are you cursing me sister?"
"How could you say such awful words to me?" Sarah let go of my sleeve, no she didn't! God that little fiend ripped my favorite tunic (HEY watch your language!). "My moral rules (?) Forbids me to do such merciless act! You know that Aragorn!"
I swung my sleeve, I mean, my sleeveless arm at her, turned about and walked straight towards the temple of Rei.
"NO!" Sarah wailed. (Dramatic music) she fell forward and grabbed the hem of my tunic. "NO! You are walking into the destruction of all of us! "
I untangled her hand from my tunic and walked out briskly, looking straight ahead.
But I know my sister's wails would haunt me for the rest of my life. (Yeah, I agree with you.)
It was hot, a bit too hot. I was in my father's palace tasting all kinds of wine that Bilbo, the god of wine has ever made. Suddenly Sarah burst through the door and grabbed me across the waist "Oh thank god you are here!"
I tried to get free, but my *seemingly* frail sister's (wake UP Aragorn!) arms suddenly turned into iron bars. "Sarah!"
"Oh brother, whatever you do, don't you DARE go to that temple of Rei!" She said, while whacking my head with one of her hands. "Or I'll kill you, before you actually die that is."
"What?" Hello and get introduced to my sister, the extra talented and smart (?) one who is gifted by the gift of prophesy by Galadriel, the Goddess of Hearth. Though outrageous and unbelievable at times (don't you mean *all* the time Aragorn?), she proved to be right all the time.
"I had a vision brother, I saw 1000 ship sailing towards Trondor, I saw Celeborn dead and being dragged around by a dark horse. And I saw a woman, she was so beautiful and brilliant that all men fell upon her feet, she was strangled on an island, and you were leaving her behind. And I saw myself, being dragged by a strong man, I could feel the bruise! Then the three goddesses were there, and you were kneeling in front of them, a blond was lying unconscious."
"You aren't making any sense Sarah." I raised my eyebrow, much as I love my little sister, she could get really frustrating.
"But. oh well, the only one who understands me is Celeborn, I don't expect you to comprehend me.(how about I don't expect ANYONE to.) but please, stay away from the temple of Rei!"
"'Tis not any festival, why would I be going to the temple anyway?" suddenly I felt all her weight leaned onto me. (Trust Sarah to faint at a time such as this.) I shook her. "Sarah?"
Celeborn walked into the room, he was the golden one, his hair fair (don't you mean PALE Aragorn?) and his eyes gray, his body lean and fit (cough, cough). "What mischief are you up to now Aragorn? What have you done to poor Sarah?"
Our father supposedly has had 50 or so sons, yet only two remain by his side- my brother and I. He is said to have more than 30 daughters, yet only one remains, Sarah. The fact that our father has had more than 15 wives are well known, yet only one remains by his side. The legend that we have to compete to be the heir is a lie (wake UP Aragorn!). There is practically no one around than the five of us.
Mother is an immortal being, though she is too fragile and weak to be a god, she is gifted with the beauty of one. My sister and I inherited my mother's hair, brown and wavy. And my brother and I inherited my father's eyes and luckily not his body (yes you did, or why would you be a man?).
Despite to the fact that Celeborn is the closest brother, we dislike each other very much. I never liked his way of "violence solves everything" manner of a warrior (well what about your 'brainless way solves everything' Aragorn?), and he always envied me of my looks and my way on ladies. (PUKE!)
"Nothing my brother, absolutely nothing." I felt Sarah stir in my arms. (Old cliché.)
"You are summoned to the temple of Rei by the priestess Joy, it seems very important for she when she came to inform me, she was gray with fear."
'NO!" Sarah came back to earth, stood up and clung to my sleeve like a drowning person to a piece of driftwood. "You must not Aragorn! You will bring destruction to the city!"
I was furious all for a sudden (Elrond's doing) "Are you cursing me sister?"
"How could you say such awful words to me?" Sarah let go of my sleeve, no she didn't! God that little fiend ripped my favorite tunic (HEY watch your language!). "My moral rules (?) Forbids me to do such merciless act! You know that Aragorn!"
I swung my sleeve, I mean, my sleeveless arm at her, turned about and walked straight towards the temple of Rei.
"NO!" Sarah wailed. (Dramatic music) she fell forward and grabbed the hem of my tunic. "NO! You are walking into the destruction of all of us! "
I untangled her hand from my tunic and walked out briskly, looking straight ahead.
But I know my sister's wails would haunt me for the rest of my life. (Yeah, I agree with you.)