The sun was midwas in the blue sky as Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf the White, rode over Rohan, in search of the city of Edoras.
As they rode, a chill wind was beginning to settle. Upon Shadowfax, Gandalf sat high and proud; his silver hair flowed freely while the wind beat upon it as Shadowfax galloped. It had been a while since Gandalf had rode, but if anyone had seen him, they'd thought he was a natural with horses. To the left of Gandalf rode Aragorn upon his trusted friend Brego. The sparkle that was once lost in the ranger's eyes had returned. He had never thought this day would have come. Only one thing was missing: Frodo and Sam. Aragorn would drift back into memories when their journey had first started; before all the sorrowful events had happened. He would think back to when they had first met at the inn of The Prancing Pony.
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Moments after Frodo's disappearence, he comes back finding himself under one of the tables. Taking a breather for a minute, Frodo sits back against the table. Suddenly, a hand grabbes him, and pins him against the wall.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself Mr. 'Underhill" the cloaked stranger whispered harshly, as he threw the poor hobbit up the stairs of the inn. Up the stairs the stranger opens the door to his room and tosses Frodo in it. Shutting the door behind him, Frodo quickly got to his knees and found himself enclosed in the small room with the tall, dark, unfriendly stranger.
"What do you want?" Frodo asks, a slight quiver in his voice, his face pale as the moon.
"A little more caution from you." the stranger replies grimly, "That is no trinket you carry."
"I carry nothing." Frodo replies, alerted now.
"Indeed." the stranger replied. With heavy footsteps, he walked to the window where the candles were lit and put them out with his fingertips.
"I can avoid being seen if I want. But to disappear entirely," the stranger threw back his hood, now reavling his dark, weathered face, "that is a rare gift."
"Who are you?" Frodo asks, very curious, but afraid at the same time.
"Are you frightened?" the man asked, tilting his head a little to meet the hobbit's fearful gaze.
"Yes."
"Not nearly frightend enough. I know what hunts you." he replied.
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Not every memory was serious for Aragorn, though. Some were rather entertaining to him. And those are the one's he wanted to cherish the most.
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Coming out of Bree, the hobbits are following Strider not too close.
"Where are you taking us?" Frodo asks.
"Into the Wild." Strider replies simply.
Merry comes up to Frodo, a little worry is hidden in his eyes.
"How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf's? Merry whispers.
"We have no choice but to trust him." Frodo replies, his eyes directed on Strider.
"But where is he leading us?" Sam interrupts.
"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee." Strider says over his shoulder. "To the House of Elrond."
A smile comes to Sam's face.
"Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves!" Sam exclaims.
Strider stopped for a moment, surveying the land and giving the hobbits time to catch up. When he looked back, he saw them unpacking their kitchen utensils. He guessed what their minds were on, but it wasn't that hard to figure.
"Gentlemen! We do not stop 'til nightfall." Strider said, a little impatient.
"What about breakfast?" Pippin inquires innocently.
"We've already had it." Strider argues with the hobbit.
"We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?" Pippin replies back. Strider shakes his head and continues forth as Sam, Frodo, and Merry put away their things.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip." Merry says jokingly to Pippin.
"What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?" Pippin says frantically.
"I wouldn't count on it." Merry says in a slight sarcastic tone. Suddenly from over a bush, Strider tosses and apple and Merry catches it. He hands it to Pippin and pats him on the shoulder. Another apple flies, hitting Pippin in the head. He looks up bewildered.
"Pippin!" Merry shouts impatiently.
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Aragorn shook his head smiling, trying to rid his mind of all thoughts except of their coming to Rohan. Sometimes, it took a while for Aragorn's mind to clear everything. He did not exactly know why Gandalf picked Rohan for their next step in the long, treacherous journey. What about Gondor? They were in battle to weren't they? But, did Aragorn really want to go to Gondor, to the city of Osgiliath? After all, what was he to be afraid of? Aragorn knew what his coming to Gondor would bring. That is why he felt thankful that Gandalf chose to give his aid to Edoras.
Aragorn wasn't the only one doing some thinking. Gimli had many thoughts in his head as he rode behind his elf friend on the back of Arod. He had slightly gotten used to riding a horse, but what WAS he doing? Dwarves are sturdy people! They need no beast to ride on! If it were up to him, the rest of the company could ride while he ran with them. But, Gandalf refused the idea, (The wizard had no time to waste and he knew Dwarves were sturdy, but they couldn't keep the pace of a horse!)
Legolas had so many thoughts in his head, he couldn't pick just one to ponder about. Though, he still could not believe that Gandalf had come back to them. After they all saw him and the Balrog fall into the abyss, there was no possible way that he would come back. However, Legolas did not want to think about if he hadn't came back. That would just add another burden to his mind and heavy his heart.
Finally after a weary ride, the kingdom of Edoras was right before them. Looking over the wall, Aragorn thought he saw a young woman looking to their arrival from the stairs which led to the Golden Hall.
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As they rode, a chill wind was beginning to settle. Upon Shadowfax, Gandalf sat high and proud; his silver hair flowed freely while the wind beat upon it as Shadowfax galloped. It had been a while since Gandalf had rode, but if anyone had seen him, they'd thought he was a natural with horses. To the left of Gandalf rode Aragorn upon his trusted friend Brego. The sparkle that was once lost in the ranger's eyes had returned. He had never thought this day would have come. Only one thing was missing: Frodo and Sam. Aragorn would drift back into memories when their journey had first started; before all the sorrowful events had happened. He would think back to when they had first met at the inn of The Prancing Pony.
* * * * * * * *
Moments after Frodo's disappearence, he comes back finding himself under one of the tables. Taking a breather for a minute, Frodo sits back against the table. Suddenly, a hand grabbes him, and pins him against the wall.
"You draw far too much attention to yourself Mr. 'Underhill" the cloaked stranger whispered harshly, as he threw the poor hobbit up the stairs of the inn. Up the stairs the stranger opens the door to his room and tosses Frodo in it. Shutting the door behind him, Frodo quickly got to his knees and found himself enclosed in the small room with the tall, dark, unfriendly stranger.
"What do you want?" Frodo asks, a slight quiver in his voice, his face pale as the moon.
"A little more caution from you." the stranger replies grimly, "That is no trinket you carry."
"I carry nothing." Frodo replies, alerted now.
"Indeed." the stranger replied. With heavy footsteps, he walked to the window where the candles were lit and put them out with his fingertips.
"I can avoid being seen if I want. But to disappear entirely," the stranger threw back his hood, now reavling his dark, weathered face, "that is a rare gift."
"Who are you?" Frodo asks, very curious, but afraid at the same time.
"Are you frightened?" the man asked, tilting his head a little to meet the hobbit's fearful gaze.
"Yes."
"Not nearly frightend enough. I know what hunts you." he replied.
* * * * * * * *
Not every memory was serious for Aragorn, though. Some were rather entertaining to him. And those are the one's he wanted to cherish the most.
* * * * * * * *
Coming out of Bree, the hobbits are following Strider not too close.
"Where are you taking us?" Frodo asks.
"Into the Wild." Strider replies simply.
Merry comes up to Frodo, a little worry is hidden in his eyes.
"How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf's? Merry whispers.
"We have no choice but to trust him." Frodo replies, his eyes directed on Strider.
"But where is he leading us?" Sam interrupts.
"To Rivendell, Master Gamgee." Strider says over his shoulder. "To the House of Elrond."
A smile comes to Sam's face.
"Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves!" Sam exclaims.
Strider stopped for a moment, surveying the land and giving the hobbits time to catch up. When he looked back, he saw them unpacking their kitchen utensils. He guessed what their minds were on, but it wasn't that hard to figure.
"Gentlemen! We do not stop 'til nightfall." Strider said, a little impatient.
"What about breakfast?" Pippin inquires innocently.
"We've already had it." Strider argues with the hobbit.
"We've had one, yes. What about second breakfast?" Pippin replies back. Strider shakes his head and continues forth as Sam, Frodo, and Merry put away their things.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast, Pip." Merry says jokingly to Pippin.
"What about elevenses? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?" Pippin says frantically.
"I wouldn't count on it." Merry says in a slight sarcastic tone. Suddenly from over a bush, Strider tosses and apple and Merry catches it. He hands it to Pippin and pats him on the shoulder. Another apple flies, hitting Pippin in the head. He looks up bewildered.
"Pippin!" Merry shouts impatiently.
* * * * * * * *
Aragorn shook his head smiling, trying to rid his mind of all thoughts except of their coming to Rohan. Sometimes, it took a while for Aragorn's mind to clear everything. He did not exactly know why Gandalf picked Rohan for their next step in the long, treacherous journey. What about Gondor? They were in battle to weren't they? But, did Aragorn really want to go to Gondor, to the city of Osgiliath? After all, what was he to be afraid of? Aragorn knew what his coming to Gondor would bring. That is why he felt thankful that Gandalf chose to give his aid to Edoras.
Aragorn wasn't the only one doing some thinking. Gimli had many thoughts in his head as he rode behind his elf friend on the back of Arod. He had slightly gotten used to riding a horse, but what WAS he doing? Dwarves are sturdy people! They need no beast to ride on! If it were up to him, the rest of the company could ride while he ran with them. But, Gandalf refused the idea, (The wizard had no time to waste and he knew Dwarves were sturdy, but they couldn't keep the pace of a horse!)
Legolas had so many thoughts in his head, he couldn't pick just one to ponder about. Though, he still could not believe that Gandalf had come back to them. After they all saw him and the Balrog fall into the abyss, there was no possible way that he would come back. However, Legolas did not want to think about if he hadn't came back. That would just add another burden to his mind and heavy his heart.
Finally after a weary ride, the kingdom of Edoras was right before them. Looking over the wall, Aragorn thought he saw a young woman looking to their arrival from the stairs which led to the Golden Hall.
I hope you are liking it! LOOK FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER REALLY, REALLY SOON! Also, PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW TO LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK OF IT! Again, the next chapter is coming SOON and PLEASE REVIEW!! Thank you! ^_^