A/N: Ok, today's instalment. Hope you enjoy!
The Light of The Lady
My heart resided in my mouth as a portion of the ground beneath us simply gave way. It was not as if we stood on a cliff, but directly in front was a sharp decline. The others around me acted quickly, Boromir reached for Legolas, snatching him from me while the hobbits and Gimli pulled and tugged in a desperate attempt to steady me and prevent me from falling to the rocky ground below.
Boromir obviously wished to get away quickly from this unstable land, and began edging down the slope side on, my lover draped across his front. I watched tensely as he got further and further down. He reached the bottom without incident, and now stood at the outskirts of the golden forest.
Legolas cried out in Boromir's arms and I couldn't help a tiny pang of jealousy, as he was pulled close in an attempt to soothe. I distracted myself from the fact my lover led in the arms of another by focusing on getting the rest of the fellowship down the slope ahead. I instructed loudly to do as Boromir had, watching the fear flash through the eyes of the smaller ones. I realised as the dwarf struggled down that the hobbits that remained above would not be able to get down with the ease of the first man.
Still I sidled up to them, begging them to make an attempt at least. The response was comprehensively negative. I sighed in defeat. I called down to Gimli asking what he remembered of Moria. He soon latched on to my thought. Despite his complaint there was no other way. He stood, feet planted firmly on the ground, bracing himself. I gathered up Merry. On a count of three I threw him hard down the slope.
I resisted the temptation to screw my eyes up as both participants ended up in an unceremonious heap at the base of the steep drop. I silently prayed that the same would not occur with the others.
Pippin followed next, movement at the edge of the forest caught my eyes. A figure had emerged form the trees, he appeared as Legolas did, and long blond hair flowed down his back, and caught slightly in his quiver. He turned to face me, although handsome he did not possess Legolas' fairness. Boromir approached. They spoke for some time. As I pulled Sam up against my chest and stepped to the ledge in front I saw Boromir gently hand Legolas to the elf that I later found out was named Haldir.
I fought the urge to charge down the gradient unwilling hobbit in hand and furiously question Boromir over his actions. I had to remain calm as a leader, and a lover. I tossed Sam quickly and reached for the last all- important hobbit and ran.
Taking the decline on confidently I hit the ground hard and it gave little. I tried hard to remain on my feet bending my knees. I released Frodo and jogged up to the elf holding my own.
"I will care for him." Said Haldir enigmatically, turning as if to head into the forest.
"We shall accompany you." I replied, no room for argument.
"But, you bring a dwarf to the foot of the Lady. I --"
"Galadriel is expecting us. All of us." With that I defiantly squared up to the taller elf, took my beloved from him and stomped heavily into woods, motioning for the others to follow.
I allowed myself a satisfied smile as I disappeared from view. Gimli slotted in behind as if to prove his point and Boromir hovered nervously at my side I resisted the temptation to scowl at him. How dare he pass my prone lover around like some possession?
At the centre of the forest I reached the hedge that served as a perimeter to the residing place of Galadriel and Celeborn. I had been told in the parchment sent how to pass the seemingly impenetrable border, and did so accordingly much to the amazement of those around. The light of the Lady threatened to blind us as she emerged. Her liquid voice filled the air.
"The potential antidote has been prepared, let us hope we are not too late. Bring him, Son of Arathorn."
I was led to a room of shimmering white and instructed to lay Legolas on a bed. Then asked to leave. I was reluctant, but knew this was the only way to save the love of my life.
I waited and waited for what seemed so long but what was in reality mere minutes. Many passing elves patted me lightly, nodding and murmuring knowledgeably. They were of little use or help.
The light of an elf behind cast me into shadow. I turned expecting more of the same attempts at comfort. However, I was wrong.
"Arwen."
A/N: Keep up your kind reviews, more tomorrow if I have time.
The Light of The Lady
My heart resided in my mouth as a portion of the ground beneath us simply gave way. It was not as if we stood on a cliff, but directly in front was a sharp decline. The others around me acted quickly, Boromir reached for Legolas, snatching him from me while the hobbits and Gimli pulled and tugged in a desperate attempt to steady me and prevent me from falling to the rocky ground below.
Boromir obviously wished to get away quickly from this unstable land, and began edging down the slope side on, my lover draped across his front. I watched tensely as he got further and further down. He reached the bottom without incident, and now stood at the outskirts of the golden forest.
Legolas cried out in Boromir's arms and I couldn't help a tiny pang of jealousy, as he was pulled close in an attempt to soothe. I distracted myself from the fact my lover led in the arms of another by focusing on getting the rest of the fellowship down the slope ahead. I instructed loudly to do as Boromir had, watching the fear flash through the eyes of the smaller ones. I realised as the dwarf struggled down that the hobbits that remained above would not be able to get down with the ease of the first man.
Still I sidled up to them, begging them to make an attempt at least. The response was comprehensively negative. I sighed in defeat. I called down to Gimli asking what he remembered of Moria. He soon latched on to my thought. Despite his complaint there was no other way. He stood, feet planted firmly on the ground, bracing himself. I gathered up Merry. On a count of three I threw him hard down the slope.
I resisted the temptation to screw my eyes up as both participants ended up in an unceremonious heap at the base of the steep drop. I silently prayed that the same would not occur with the others.
Pippin followed next, movement at the edge of the forest caught my eyes. A figure had emerged form the trees, he appeared as Legolas did, and long blond hair flowed down his back, and caught slightly in his quiver. He turned to face me, although handsome he did not possess Legolas' fairness. Boromir approached. They spoke for some time. As I pulled Sam up against my chest and stepped to the ledge in front I saw Boromir gently hand Legolas to the elf that I later found out was named Haldir.
I fought the urge to charge down the gradient unwilling hobbit in hand and furiously question Boromir over his actions. I had to remain calm as a leader, and a lover. I tossed Sam quickly and reached for the last all- important hobbit and ran.
Taking the decline on confidently I hit the ground hard and it gave little. I tried hard to remain on my feet bending my knees. I released Frodo and jogged up to the elf holding my own.
"I will care for him." Said Haldir enigmatically, turning as if to head into the forest.
"We shall accompany you." I replied, no room for argument.
"But, you bring a dwarf to the foot of the Lady. I --"
"Galadriel is expecting us. All of us." With that I defiantly squared up to the taller elf, took my beloved from him and stomped heavily into woods, motioning for the others to follow.
I allowed myself a satisfied smile as I disappeared from view. Gimli slotted in behind as if to prove his point and Boromir hovered nervously at my side I resisted the temptation to scowl at him. How dare he pass my prone lover around like some possession?
At the centre of the forest I reached the hedge that served as a perimeter to the residing place of Galadriel and Celeborn. I had been told in the parchment sent how to pass the seemingly impenetrable border, and did so accordingly much to the amazement of those around. The light of the Lady threatened to blind us as she emerged. Her liquid voice filled the air.
"The potential antidote has been prepared, let us hope we are not too late. Bring him, Son of Arathorn."
I was led to a room of shimmering white and instructed to lay Legolas on a bed. Then asked to leave. I was reluctant, but knew this was the only way to save the love of my life.
I waited and waited for what seemed so long but what was in reality mere minutes. Many passing elves patted me lightly, nodding and murmuring knowledgeably. They were of little use or help.
The light of an elf behind cast me into shadow. I turned expecting more of the same attempts at comfort. However, I was wrong.
"Arwen."
A/N: Keep up your kind reviews, more tomorrow if I have time.