I'm back! After *cough* a pretty long time I decided to get my ass in
gear and put out another chapter. Not many more to go now, so they should
(operative word here being should) be posting faster. Plus I have exams
coming up in the next week or so, so I'll have plenty of time when I don't
want to study to write.
Sorry this is a really short chapter. I already had most of this written from a while ago, but I wanted to post something. This is like part one of the chapter ^^;;
Thanks for the reviews everyone! *sniff* I really appreciate them!
"Stop pacing" Merry grumbled tiredly in the semi-darkness at Pippin who had been pacing for the past hour.
Pippin glared at him. He realised how futile his pacing was, though; he slumped to the dirt floor and sighed.
"Sorry" he mumbled.
Rowen tilted her head to the side a fraction. "What's wrong?" she asked. She gave a bitter smile. "Besides the obvious."
Pippin shook his head. "I-I was thinking about Frodo and Sam and if..if they're still alive." He buried his head in his hands.
Merry sat up straighter and patted Pippin on the shoulder. "They're fine Pip. We're still alive aren't we?" he smiled a bit. "Sauron can't have the ring then."
Rowen gasped. "The ring?"
Merry nodded sadly. "Uh-huh. That's why Saruman sent his orcs after us. He thinks that one of us has the ring." He chuckled softly. "At least this gives Frodo and Sam a chance to get to Mordor without Saruman tracking him along with Sauron."
Pippin turned to Rowen in the semi-darkness. "Why are you here? What is he trying to use you for?"
Rowen looked down at her feet. After a moment of debating with herself she drew out her necklace. "He was looking for this."
The Silmaril hung on the chain, twirling this way and that. It gave off a soft glow from every crevice and face, lighting up the small cell like a candle. Merry and Pippin drew closer to it, gaping at the beauty.
"W-what it is?"
"It's supposedly a Silmaril."
Pippin frowned. "What's a Silmaril?"
"A Silmaril is a great and beautiful jewel, only three were ever created. They are great sources of power. When the world was young, when Sauron was still the servant of the Great Enemy, and only dreamed of power, they were brought into existence. The three Silmarils lay atop of the Great Enemy's crown."
"Then why do you have this one?"
"I'm not entirely sure. It is said that for Tinuviel's, the fairest maiden to ever be among the children of the world, bride-price, Beren, a mortal man, had to reclaim one of them off of the Great Enemy's crown to appease her father, the elf king Thingol." Silence reigned.
"What happened to them?"
"'Tis too sad a story to tell here Merry, perhaps when we get out of this I will finish the tale. But it is said that elf-kind lost it's most beloved daughter."
"But that still doesn't tell us how this got here, with us. Or why Saruman wants it."
"Neither do I, on both accounts. Every story and legend tells that the three Silmarils were lost to the world many centuries ago. The power of them was never fully realised, and I doubt none now in Middle-earth know a quarter of their power. Myself, I only know that it." she trailed off.
"That it what?"
Rowen blushed. "Nothing, nothing."
She lay on her back and stared up at the barely seen ceiling. Where are you Legolas?
Review please!!!! More to come soon!
Sorry this is a really short chapter. I already had most of this written from a while ago, but I wanted to post something. This is like part one of the chapter ^^;;
Thanks for the reviews everyone! *sniff* I really appreciate them!
"Stop pacing" Merry grumbled tiredly in the semi-darkness at Pippin who had been pacing for the past hour.
Pippin glared at him. He realised how futile his pacing was, though; he slumped to the dirt floor and sighed.
"Sorry" he mumbled.
Rowen tilted her head to the side a fraction. "What's wrong?" she asked. She gave a bitter smile. "Besides the obvious."
Pippin shook his head. "I-I was thinking about Frodo and Sam and if..if they're still alive." He buried his head in his hands.
Merry sat up straighter and patted Pippin on the shoulder. "They're fine Pip. We're still alive aren't we?" he smiled a bit. "Sauron can't have the ring then."
Rowen gasped. "The ring?"
Merry nodded sadly. "Uh-huh. That's why Saruman sent his orcs after us. He thinks that one of us has the ring." He chuckled softly. "At least this gives Frodo and Sam a chance to get to Mordor without Saruman tracking him along with Sauron."
Pippin turned to Rowen in the semi-darkness. "Why are you here? What is he trying to use you for?"
Rowen looked down at her feet. After a moment of debating with herself she drew out her necklace. "He was looking for this."
The Silmaril hung on the chain, twirling this way and that. It gave off a soft glow from every crevice and face, lighting up the small cell like a candle. Merry and Pippin drew closer to it, gaping at the beauty.
"W-what it is?"
"It's supposedly a Silmaril."
Pippin frowned. "What's a Silmaril?"
"A Silmaril is a great and beautiful jewel, only three were ever created. They are great sources of power. When the world was young, when Sauron was still the servant of the Great Enemy, and only dreamed of power, they were brought into existence. The three Silmarils lay atop of the Great Enemy's crown."
"Then why do you have this one?"
"I'm not entirely sure. It is said that for Tinuviel's, the fairest maiden to ever be among the children of the world, bride-price, Beren, a mortal man, had to reclaim one of them off of the Great Enemy's crown to appease her father, the elf king Thingol." Silence reigned.
"What happened to them?"
"'Tis too sad a story to tell here Merry, perhaps when we get out of this I will finish the tale. But it is said that elf-kind lost it's most beloved daughter."
"But that still doesn't tell us how this got here, with us. Or why Saruman wants it."
"Neither do I, on both accounts. Every story and legend tells that the three Silmarils were lost to the world many centuries ago. The power of them was never fully realised, and I doubt none now in Middle-earth know a quarter of their power. Myself, I only know that it." she trailed off.
"That it what?"
Rowen blushed. "Nothing, nothing."
She lay on her back and stared up at the barely seen ceiling. Where are you Legolas?
Review please!!!! More to come soon!