A/N: Hello all again. This is probably the shortest one of all the pieces
I've written so far, but at least there will be another piece, so relax,
anyone who care. Will return, reluctantly especially with Aragorn, the
characters I've played with, though they might be quite rusty, and need a
bath, and a good comedy to make them feel better. The wonderful genius of
Tolkien invented them, and my using them has gained me no profit, but
reviews and fun. That is all the hoopla, so here, is the next chapter.
He watched her as she walked forth from the shadows, and had begged to go to her. He watched as she began to cry, and begged to go to her. Then the blade had appeared. He could feel his heart stop, and the tears start. He cried out, begging the merciless ones to go to her, as she fingered the blade. THEY seemed surprised by the knife in her hand, and slightly worried, but would still not let him go.
He the felt his love ponder her own afterlife, and where she was to go, and he was frantic. He knew her heart, and knew she would indeed deface her flesh and sole in the name of love. He could not let her. He would not.
He spoke to THEM, despair evident in his voice, "If you do not let me go to her, she will do it. Then you know where she will go. Then I will be here, forever without her, so you might as well pitch me into the underworld as well." THEY still looked very disbelieveing.
He then heard the word 'Estel!', and uncaring of THEM, lept for her. Knowing he would pass through her, but unable to stop himself.
He watched her as she walked forth from the shadows, and had begged to go to her. He watched as she began to cry, and begged to go to her. Then the blade had appeared. He could feel his heart stop, and the tears start. He cried out, begging the merciless ones to go to her, as she fingered the blade. THEY seemed surprised by the knife in her hand, and slightly worried, but would still not let him go.
He the felt his love ponder her own afterlife, and where she was to go, and he was frantic. He knew her heart, and knew she would indeed deface her flesh and sole in the name of love. He could not let her. He would not.
He spoke to THEM, despair evident in his voice, "If you do not let me go to her, she will do it. Then you know where she will go. Then I will be here, forever without her, so you might as well pitch me into the underworld as well." THEY still looked very disbelieveing.
He then heard the word 'Estel!', and uncaring of THEM, lept for her. Knowing he would pass through her, but unable to stop himself.