Hello! Well here's the next chapter. Time for some fun in Bree! Oh this
should be interesting.ok here we go! Elvish is in `' dark elvish is in ~~
Hira charged across the plains as fast as her long legs and hooves could carry her. She was intent on protecting her precious cargo. She knew that her beloved rider and friend was about to embark on a dangerous journey.
Alanis moved with Hira as the Mehemuth leapt over objects that obstructed their path. Were someone to look upon them they would think that the creature and its rider were one being.
Though rain began to blur her vision, Alanis noticed the large hill covered with rock. They had reached Weathertop. Alanis urged Hira up the hill. The Mehemuth launched herself up over the fallen rubble. Her hooves pounded the rock causing a loud metallic sound. The Mehemuth launched herself up into the air and down to the other side of the hill.
Alanis stopped Hira and turned to look at Weathertop. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted the swish of a cloak in one of the crevices. Nazgûl were following her. She spurred Hira into action. The Mehemuth took the hint and took off with great speed.
As she rode Alanis reached behind her and gripped the hilt of the sheathed scimitar that was strapped to her back.
~Let them come~ she said
They rode for many miles, Alanis' hand on her scimitar the entire time. Alanis' incredible sight was able to pick up the lights of Bree. The rain began to pound mercilessly. Alanis charged through the city gates just as they were being closed for the night.
She heard the shrieks of the Nazgûl as the gates were closed. Alanis leapt gracefully off the Mehemuth and led the massive animal towards the Prancing Pony.
~~*
The hobbits and Aragorn had arrived in Bree soaking wet and shivering. Aragorn immediately got them a table once they entered the Prancing Pony. Frodo sat down next to Aragorn while the others went and got food.
"How is Arwen?" Frodo asked
"She's fine." Aragorn said "she's waiting for us in Rivendell."
Aragorn's face became thoughtful.
"Something about her has been troubling me though." He said
"What is it?" Frodo asked meekly
"She's been restless lately. Wandering the halls as if lost in a trance. She told me she's been having a reoccurring nightmare. Now I thought that strange because I've been having one as well" Aragorn continued
"What's it about?" Frodo asked
Aragorn launched into detail. Slowly at first but he became more confident.
~*~ Wolves, hundreds of them, all running together towards a central point. The full moon, pale as death against the night sky. An unknown mountain range. The glittering stars, unknown stars.
And there standing on a cliff above all over wolves, is a massive wolf, his pelt so silver it's almost black. He throws his head back and howls. The others join in one by one, a chorus of howls all on one note. The silver one deepens the note creating a chord so powerful that even the Nazgûl would run in fear. The silver one stops howling and flashes his bright blue eyes sending a devastating glare at the moon.
~*~
Frodo sat in an awed silence.
"That's amazing" He said, " I had one just like that. Only no wolves"
Aragorn looked at him.
"Care to share?" he asked
Frodo nodded
~*~
Darkness all around, from above comes a light. A brilliant pulsating light. Aqua flashes through the light as something begins falling towards you. It's a small woman with aqua colored hair and incredibly pale skin. Her cheekbones have small triangular shapes painted on them with aqua face paint. As she falls toward you she reaches toward you. Her hair, which is longer than her frail body, flares out behind her.
"Find me, love me," she says in a slightly childish voice
She vanishes mere inches from you. The darkness encloses around you like water. You begin to drown. The sensation leaves just as you begin to try and swim. You fall to the floor in front of a large mirror. You stand and look into the mirror. The girl is there dressed in a long flowing dress of aqua and silk. The dress is too ornate to be elvish.
In her hands she hold a circular disk, which turns out to be a mirror of sorts. She smiles softly.
"Find me," She says.
~*~
Merry, Sam and Pippin had just returned and were staring and Frodo in disbelief. Pippin had forgotten the bit of biscuit that was on its way to his mouth. Merry's jaw hung open and Sam was looking at Frodo with a worried look on his face.
"Mr. Frodo why didn't you tell me you was having nightmares?" Sam asked
"I didn't want you to worry about me Sam" Frodo said " Rosie needs you more than I do, you should be worrying about her not me."
Sam looked down at his food but didn't touch it.
"You aren't the only ones who have been having nightmares." Merry said, " Pippin and I have been having them too."
Merry was about to explain but was cut off by the loud cry of a horse. Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder roared as the doors were thrown open.
In the doorway stood a tall black-cloaked figure. The whole of the Prancing Pony turned to look at the new arrival. The tall, lean figure looked around the bar. Two shining eyes glowed beneath the hood of the cloak.
" Looks like a Nazgûl." Frodo said
Aragorn shook his head.
"Hardly" he said. "It's too lean."
Frodo and the other hobbits shook nervously as the figure's gaze fell on them. Aragorn looked down at the hobbits.
"Why don't you go up to the room." He said, " It's getting late and we have to travel far in the morning"
The hobbits nodded and headed up to their room. Frodo, however, stopped and crouched on the stairs to watch Aragorn. By now the bar was back to the way it had been before the figure made its dramatic entrance.
Frodo suppressed a gasp when the figure turned and glided towards Aragorn. Aragorn stood and removed the hood of his cloak allowing his dark hair to spill over his shoulders. The cloaked person reached out a black-gloved hand, but instead of shaking the person's hand, Aragorn threw his arms around the person and hugged them tightly.
Both of them sat down at the table. Aragorn immediately engaged the cloaked person in a conversation.
Frodo sighed and joined the other hobbits. He immediately told them what he had seen. They were shocked. Pippin shuddered and whimpered. Merry put an arm around his shoulders.
The sound of someone ascending the stair and heading towards their room sent the hobbits into a sort of frenzy. There was a knock at the door. The hobbits all ran to a hiding place as the door opened. It was Aragorn.
"Frodo? Sam? Pippin?" He said, " Merry?"
Frodo sighed and came out of his hiding place in a corner.
"I'm here," He said.
The other hobbits stepped out of the closet to look at Aragorn with relieved expressions on their faces. Aragorn looked out the door and waved to someone.
"I would like you to meet a friend of mine. Elei would you come in here please" Aragorn said
The hobbits gasped as the cloaked figure stepped into the room and stood next to Aragorn. Pippin squeaked and hid behind Merry. Aragorn saw this and smiled at Pippin.
"Do not be afraid, my friend. She won't hurt you." Aragorn laughed
"She?!" Sam mildly yelled
Aragorn chuckled and looked at his friend. The cloaked woman bowed her hooded head. She walked up to Frodo and knelt on her knees in front of him. She reached out her gloved hands and held one of his between hers. She ran her fingers over the place where his ring finger had been before Gollum had bitten it off. Frodo felt a tingling in his hand and looked down at it. To his amazement, he had five fingers on that hand.
"What did you do?" He asked in shock.
"Healed you," She said in a very melodic voice.
He looked at her in amazement only to have her hood stop him from seeing her face.
"What is your name?" He asked
"You may call me Alanis, though it is not my true name." Alanis said.
The woman released his hand and stood. A thought crossed Frodo's mind.
"Are you an Elf?" He asked.
Alanis was silent for a moment. During this moment she looked at Aragorn, who nodded at her.
"Yes Frodo I am." She said. "But I am not the type of Elf you know of. I am a Dark Elf."
All the hobbits gasped.
"But.." Pippin stuttered, "You healed him. Aren't Dark Elves evil?"
Pippin winced when Merry elbowed him in the ribs.
"Be nice." Merry warned, " Don't make her angry. Don't you know that Dark Elves are powerful wizards?"
At this Alanis laughed. It was a smooth melodic laugh.
" Yes young Meriadoc, Dark Elves are powerful wizards." Alanis chuckled, " And no young Peregrin, Dark Elves are not evil."
Sam was still looking at Alanis in amazement.
"How did you know their names?" He asked
"Why Frodo told me Mr. Samwise." She said.
Frodo looked at her in shock.
"I-I didn't tell you," He stammered.
"You were thinking of telling me." She said.
Frodo nodded, to shocked to speak. Though he couldn't see it he knew Alanis was smiling. Aragorn cleared his throat.
"Alanis will be traveling with us to Rivendell, if that's alright with you". He said.
The hobbits nodded and muttered incoherently.
"Let's get to bed, shall we?" Aragorn said.
Alanis nodded her agreement and looked down at Frodo. The small hobbit's gaze was on the wood floor.
Merry, Pippin and Sam all crawled into their bed. Alanis looked at Aragorn who was still standing by the door.
"Sleep my friend." She said " Arwen would kill me if she found out that you had not rested."
Aragorn nodded, knowing that Alanis would watch over the hobbits and went to his room, which was connected to the hobbits.
Alanis sat down in a wooden chair by the window and looked out at the rain.
Before he could stop himself, Frodo had crossed the room and crawled into her lap. She looked down at him but said nothing. A few stands of impossibly long, hair fell out from within her hood. Frodo took them in one of his small hand and examined them. He gasped when he noticed that the hair was pure silver in color, it was almost platinum. In fact it was pure platinum in color.
Frodo leaned back against her surprisingly warm chest. He played with the platinum stands of hair. He slowly began to fall asleep. Alanis' soft breathing soon lulled him in to a dreamless slumber. Alanis snaked an arm around his waist to keep him from falling. She turned to look out the window again. Her eyes narrowed dangerously at what she saw. The Nazgûl had gotten into the city. She stood up and cradled Frodo in her arms. She made her way to Aragorn's room as fast as she could without waking Frodo. Once inside she gently laid Frodo in a small pile of blankets that Aragorn had left on the floor. She hurried over to the bed and crawled onto it. Aragorn was sleeping fitfully in what appeared to be a dream filled sleep. She leaned over him and whispered into his ear.
'Awaken my friend.' She said, 'Nazgûl approach.'
At this Aragorn's eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright in bed. He turned to look at her with wide eyes. She looked at him and handed him a shirt, which he pulled over his head quickly.
'We must move quickly,' She said 'Awaken the hobbits get them ready to leave at a moments notice.'
Aragorn nodded and got out of bed. He looked at Alanis when he saw Frodo. She shrugged slightly. He was about to say something but she interrupted him.
'No time,' She said.
~*~
Mere minutes later, the strange group was out in the rain again. The weather, it seemed, was against them escaping. Alanis had to buy a horse from a nearby stable to carry Merry and Pippin. Sam rode with Aragorn and Frodo rode with Alanis. They spurred the horses, or in Alanis' case Mehemuths, into action. They ran through the gate and out toward Weathertop. All the while Hira kept the pace of the horses even though it was only a jog for her.
That was when they heard them, the shrieks of the Nazgûl as they followed their quarry. Alanis looked down at Frodo, who was nestled into her cloak.
"Hang on little one," she said, "It's going to be a bumpy ride"
Well what do you think? Battle with the Nazgûl next chapter. Yippie skippy Please tell me what ya think ok? Ok! Bye!
Hira charged across the plains as fast as her long legs and hooves could carry her. She was intent on protecting her precious cargo. She knew that her beloved rider and friend was about to embark on a dangerous journey.
Alanis moved with Hira as the Mehemuth leapt over objects that obstructed their path. Were someone to look upon them they would think that the creature and its rider were one being.
Though rain began to blur her vision, Alanis noticed the large hill covered with rock. They had reached Weathertop. Alanis urged Hira up the hill. The Mehemuth launched herself up over the fallen rubble. Her hooves pounded the rock causing a loud metallic sound. The Mehemuth launched herself up into the air and down to the other side of the hill.
Alanis stopped Hira and turned to look at Weathertop. Her eyes narrowed when she spotted the swish of a cloak in one of the crevices. Nazgûl were following her. She spurred Hira into action. The Mehemuth took the hint and took off with great speed.
As she rode Alanis reached behind her and gripped the hilt of the sheathed scimitar that was strapped to her back.
~Let them come~ she said
They rode for many miles, Alanis' hand on her scimitar the entire time. Alanis' incredible sight was able to pick up the lights of Bree. The rain began to pound mercilessly. Alanis charged through the city gates just as they were being closed for the night.
She heard the shrieks of the Nazgûl as the gates were closed. Alanis leapt gracefully off the Mehemuth and led the massive animal towards the Prancing Pony.
~~*
The hobbits and Aragorn had arrived in Bree soaking wet and shivering. Aragorn immediately got them a table once they entered the Prancing Pony. Frodo sat down next to Aragorn while the others went and got food.
"How is Arwen?" Frodo asked
"She's fine." Aragorn said "she's waiting for us in Rivendell."
Aragorn's face became thoughtful.
"Something about her has been troubling me though." He said
"What is it?" Frodo asked meekly
"She's been restless lately. Wandering the halls as if lost in a trance. She told me she's been having a reoccurring nightmare. Now I thought that strange because I've been having one as well" Aragorn continued
"What's it about?" Frodo asked
Aragorn launched into detail. Slowly at first but he became more confident.
~*~ Wolves, hundreds of them, all running together towards a central point. The full moon, pale as death against the night sky. An unknown mountain range. The glittering stars, unknown stars.
And there standing on a cliff above all over wolves, is a massive wolf, his pelt so silver it's almost black. He throws his head back and howls. The others join in one by one, a chorus of howls all on one note. The silver one deepens the note creating a chord so powerful that even the Nazgûl would run in fear. The silver one stops howling and flashes his bright blue eyes sending a devastating glare at the moon.
~*~
Frodo sat in an awed silence.
"That's amazing" He said, " I had one just like that. Only no wolves"
Aragorn looked at him.
"Care to share?" he asked
Frodo nodded
~*~
Darkness all around, from above comes a light. A brilliant pulsating light. Aqua flashes through the light as something begins falling towards you. It's a small woman with aqua colored hair and incredibly pale skin. Her cheekbones have small triangular shapes painted on them with aqua face paint. As she falls toward you she reaches toward you. Her hair, which is longer than her frail body, flares out behind her.
"Find me, love me," she says in a slightly childish voice
She vanishes mere inches from you. The darkness encloses around you like water. You begin to drown. The sensation leaves just as you begin to try and swim. You fall to the floor in front of a large mirror. You stand and look into the mirror. The girl is there dressed in a long flowing dress of aqua and silk. The dress is too ornate to be elvish.
In her hands she hold a circular disk, which turns out to be a mirror of sorts. She smiles softly.
"Find me," She says.
~*~
Merry, Sam and Pippin had just returned and were staring and Frodo in disbelief. Pippin had forgotten the bit of biscuit that was on its way to his mouth. Merry's jaw hung open and Sam was looking at Frodo with a worried look on his face.
"Mr. Frodo why didn't you tell me you was having nightmares?" Sam asked
"I didn't want you to worry about me Sam" Frodo said " Rosie needs you more than I do, you should be worrying about her not me."
Sam looked down at his food but didn't touch it.
"You aren't the only ones who have been having nightmares." Merry said, " Pippin and I have been having them too."
Merry was about to explain but was cut off by the loud cry of a horse. Lightning flashed across the sky and thunder roared as the doors were thrown open.
In the doorway stood a tall black-cloaked figure. The whole of the Prancing Pony turned to look at the new arrival. The tall, lean figure looked around the bar. Two shining eyes glowed beneath the hood of the cloak.
" Looks like a Nazgûl." Frodo said
Aragorn shook his head.
"Hardly" he said. "It's too lean."
Frodo and the other hobbits shook nervously as the figure's gaze fell on them. Aragorn looked down at the hobbits.
"Why don't you go up to the room." He said, " It's getting late and we have to travel far in the morning"
The hobbits nodded and headed up to their room. Frodo, however, stopped and crouched on the stairs to watch Aragorn. By now the bar was back to the way it had been before the figure made its dramatic entrance.
Frodo suppressed a gasp when the figure turned and glided towards Aragorn. Aragorn stood and removed the hood of his cloak allowing his dark hair to spill over his shoulders. The cloaked person reached out a black-gloved hand, but instead of shaking the person's hand, Aragorn threw his arms around the person and hugged them tightly.
Both of them sat down at the table. Aragorn immediately engaged the cloaked person in a conversation.
Frodo sighed and joined the other hobbits. He immediately told them what he had seen. They were shocked. Pippin shuddered and whimpered. Merry put an arm around his shoulders.
The sound of someone ascending the stair and heading towards their room sent the hobbits into a sort of frenzy. There was a knock at the door. The hobbits all ran to a hiding place as the door opened. It was Aragorn.
"Frodo? Sam? Pippin?" He said, " Merry?"
Frodo sighed and came out of his hiding place in a corner.
"I'm here," He said.
The other hobbits stepped out of the closet to look at Aragorn with relieved expressions on their faces. Aragorn looked out the door and waved to someone.
"I would like you to meet a friend of mine. Elei would you come in here please" Aragorn said
The hobbits gasped as the cloaked figure stepped into the room and stood next to Aragorn. Pippin squeaked and hid behind Merry. Aragorn saw this and smiled at Pippin.
"Do not be afraid, my friend. She won't hurt you." Aragorn laughed
"She?!" Sam mildly yelled
Aragorn chuckled and looked at his friend. The cloaked woman bowed her hooded head. She walked up to Frodo and knelt on her knees in front of him. She reached out her gloved hands and held one of his between hers. She ran her fingers over the place where his ring finger had been before Gollum had bitten it off. Frodo felt a tingling in his hand and looked down at it. To his amazement, he had five fingers on that hand.
"What did you do?" He asked in shock.
"Healed you," She said in a very melodic voice.
He looked at her in amazement only to have her hood stop him from seeing her face.
"What is your name?" He asked
"You may call me Alanis, though it is not my true name." Alanis said.
The woman released his hand and stood. A thought crossed Frodo's mind.
"Are you an Elf?" He asked.
Alanis was silent for a moment. During this moment she looked at Aragorn, who nodded at her.
"Yes Frodo I am." She said. "But I am not the type of Elf you know of. I am a Dark Elf."
All the hobbits gasped.
"But.." Pippin stuttered, "You healed him. Aren't Dark Elves evil?"
Pippin winced when Merry elbowed him in the ribs.
"Be nice." Merry warned, " Don't make her angry. Don't you know that Dark Elves are powerful wizards?"
At this Alanis laughed. It was a smooth melodic laugh.
" Yes young Meriadoc, Dark Elves are powerful wizards." Alanis chuckled, " And no young Peregrin, Dark Elves are not evil."
Sam was still looking at Alanis in amazement.
"How did you know their names?" He asked
"Why Frodo told me Mr. Samwise." She said.
Frodo looked at her in shock.
"I-I didn't tell you," He stammered.
"You were thinking of telling me." She said.
Frodo nodded, to shocked to speak. Though he couldn't see it he knew Alanis was smiling. Aragorn cleared his throat.
"Alanis will be traveling with us to Rivendell, if that's alright with you". He said.
The hobbits nodded and muttered incoherently.
"Let's get to bed, shall we?" Aragorn said.
Alanis nodded her agreement and looked down at Frodo. The small hobbit's gaze was on the wood floor.
Merry, Pippin and Sam all crawled into their bed. Alanis looked at Aragorn who was still standing by the door.
"Sleep my friend." She said " Arwen would kill me if she found out that you had not rested."
Aragorn nodded, knowing that Alanis would watch over the hobbits and went to his room, which was connected to the hobbits.
Alanis sat down in a wooden chair by the window and looked out at the rain.
Before he could stop himself, Frodo had crossed the room and crawled into her lap. She looked down at him but said nothing. A few stands of impossibly long, hair fell out from within her hood. Frodo took them in one of his small hand and examined them. He gasped when he noticed that the hair was pure silver in color, it was almost platinum. In fact it was pure platinum in color.
Frodo leaned back against her surprisingly warm chest. He played with the platinum stands of hair. He slowly began to fall asleep. Alanis' soft breathing soon lulled him in to a dreamless slumber. Alanis snaked an arm around his waist to keep him from falling. She turned to look out the window again. Her eyes narrowed dangerously at what she saw. The Nazgûl had gotten into the city. She stood up and cradled Frodo in her arms. She made her way to Aragorn's room as fast as she could without waking Frodo. Once inside she gently laid Frodo in a small pile of blankets that Aragorn had left on the floor. She hurried over to the bed and crawled onto it. Aragorn was sleeping fitfully in what appeared to be a dream filled sleep. She leaned over him and whispered into his ear.
'Awaken my friend.' She said, 'Nazgûl approach.'
At this Aragorn's eyes flew open and he sat bolt upright in bed. He turned to look at her with wide eyes. She looked at him and handed him a shirt, which he pulled over his head quickly.
'We must move quickly,' She said 'Awaken the hobbits get them ready to leave at a moments notice.'
Aragorn nodded and got out of bed. He looked at Alanis when he saw Frodo. She shrugged slightly. He was about to say something but she interrupted him.
'No time,' She said.
~*~
Mere minutes later, the strange group was out in the rain again. The weather, it seemed, was against them escaping. Alanis had to buy a horse from a nearby stable to carry Merry and Pippin. Sam rode with Aragorn and Frodo rode with Alanis. They spurred the horses, or in Alanis' case Mehemuths, into action. They ran through the gate and out toward Weathertop. All the while Hira kept the pace of the horses even though it was only a jog for her.
That was when they heard them, the shrieks of the Nazgûl as they followed their quarry. Alanis looked down at Frodo, who was nestled into her cloak.
"Hang on little one," she said, "It's going to be a bumpy ride"
Well what do you think? Battle with the Nazgûl next chapter. Yippie skippy Please tell me what ya think ok? Ok! Bye!