The Perils of Fangorn
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The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 5
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
It had been hours since the three had been locked up in the Rohirrim prison, and as yet nothing
had happened to break the monotony of their confinement. Every now and again, one of their
guards would pass by, looking into their cells via the door-windows, checking to make sure that
they hadn't escaped, then he left again.
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
They sat in their dimly lit cells, waiting, memorizing the cracks in the walls and ceiling, the
grain of the wood of the doors. Those who had outside windows, Legolas and Gimli, looked
outside now and then. There was nothing else they could do.
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
"Aragorn, if you throw that stone against the wall one more time, I swear to you that when we get
out of this mess you *will* regret it!" came Gimli's irritated voice from across the hallway in
her cell. "And I have nothing to do in here but to think of ways to be creative about it!"
Legolas and Eomer quickly added their support to the dwarf's threats.
There was a stretch of unbroken silence from the Ranger's cell. It lasted for maybe five
minutes.
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
"Aragorn!" the dwarf bellowed, echoed by Eomer.
"Ssst!" came the Elf's voice from her cell. "I think something is happening. Someone just left
the golden Hall and is heading this way." Legolas pressed her face up against the bars of her
outside window and watched the other approach. "It is not Gandalf," she told her companions.
"It is a Rider."
The four went to the doors of their cells, the three who could peered out into the hallway, even
as the dwarf once again cursed the window's height. They saw the Rider come into the building,
saw him speak with a guard near the door. The guard was at first startled, then led the Rider
toward the cells. They passed by Aragorn and Legolas, turned away from Gimli's door, and
unbolted Eomer's.
"King Theoden commands your presence," the man from the Hall said simply.
"I want my sword," Eomer said as he stepped from his cell, "to lay at our King's feet."
The Rider from the Hall nodded, and the guard scurried away to fetch the weapon.
Eomer turned and began to walk away. As he did so, his gaze fell upon the Ranger. He did a
double-take so harsh he nearly fell, even as his eyes widened. Legolas, across the hallway,
laughed softly at the comical sight.
"Aragorn?" Eomer asked in disbelief, going to the door of the other's cell. "Aragorn? What foul
magic is this? It has been only five days since I left you and your companions with Hasufel and
Arod. How did this happen since?"
Aragorn said only one single word, the only word that was needed to explain everything.
"Fangorn."
"Ah!" Eomer said. "I did try to warn you it was dangerous. But even I could not have forseen
this! You make for a scruffy woman, my friend. Perhaps, if you had a gown that fit..."
"Eomer!" Aragorn said, face flushed with embarrassment. "I'll not wear a gown! Though, clothes
that fit would be well appreciated - once my companions and I are freed."
"Your companions," Eomer said. He turned to look now at Legolas. "And you? Did this...
misfortune in Fangorn... also strike you?"
"It struck all of us," Legolas said in confirmation.
"Your sword," the newly-returned guard said, offering the sheathed blade to Eomer.
"We must go to King Theoden," the Rider from the Hall told Eomer. "For he waits in the Hall with
Gandalf."
"Gandalf? Aragorn, did you not tell me he fell in battle?" Eomer asked.
"He did. He came back."
Still confused, Eomer and his escort left the prison for Meduseld.
The three settled back down in their cells to wait once more.
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
"Aragorn!"
Little more than a half-hour had passed before Legolas spotted the same Rider as before once
again coming to the prison, Eomer-less. "The Rider who took Eomer returns!" she told the others.
Once again, they went to their cell doors and watched. They saw the other go to the same guard
as before, heard him speak.
"The three prisoners - Aragorn of Gondor, Legolas the Elf, and Gimli the Dwarf - are to be
released at once and returned their weapons, by order of Theoden King."
The trio sighed in relief as they were quickly let out of the small cells, were even more
relieved upon the return of their weapons.
"You are to follow me to Theoden's Hall of Meduseld, where you are to be washed and clothed and
then brought to the King's table to eat," the Rider said, and led them from the prison, even as
the sun at last sank below the horizon, lighting the sky with flaming orange, gold, red and
purple.
TBC...
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by SkyFire
See disclaimer, part 1
Please leave a review! And thank you to everyone who already did! Don't hesitate to do so again!
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*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 5
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
It had been hours since the three had been locked up in the Rohirrim prison, and as yet nothing
had happened to break the monotony of their confinement. Every now and again, one of their
guards would pass by, looking into their cells via the door-windows, checking to make sure that
they hadn't escaped, then he left again.
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
They sat in their dimly lit cells, waiting, memorizing the cracks in the walls and ceiling, the
grain of the wood of the doors. Those who had outside windows, Legolas and Gimli, looked
outside now and then. There was nothing else they could do.
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
"Aragorn, if you throw that stone against the wall one more time, I swear to you that when we get
out of this mess you *will* regret it!" came Gimli's irritated voice from across the hallway in
her cell. "And I have nothing to do in here but to think of ways to be creative about it!"
Legolas and Eomer quickly added their support to the dwarf's threats.
There was a stretch of unbroken silence from the Ranger's cell. It lasted for maybe five
minutes.
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
"Aragorn!" the dwarf bellowed, echoed by Eomer.
"Ssst!" came the Elf's voice from her cell. "I think something is happening. Someone just left
the golden Hall and is heading this way." Legolas pressed her face up against the bars of her
outside window and watched the other approach. "It is not Gandalf," she told her companions.
"It is a Rider."
The four went to the doors of their cells, the three who could peered out into the hallway, even
as the dwarf once again cursed the window's height. They saw the Rider come into the building,
saw him speak with a guard near the door. The guard was at first startled, then led the Rider
toward the cells. They passed by Aragorn and Legolas, turned away from Gimli's door, and
unbolted Eomer's.
"King Theoden commands your presence," the man from the Hall said simply.
"I want my sword," Eomer said as he stepped from his cell, "to lay at our King's feet."
The Rider from the Hall nodded, and the guard scurried away to fetch the weapon.
Eomer turned and began to walk away. As he did so, his gaze fell upon the Ranger. He did a
double-take so harsh he nearly fell, even as his eyes widened. Legolas, across the hallway,
laughed softly at the comical sight.
"Aragorn?" Eomer asked in disbelief, going to the door of the other's cell. "Aragorn? What foul
magic is this? It has been only five days since I left you and your companions with Hasufel and
Arod. How did this happen since?"
Aragorn said only one single word, the only word that was needed to explain everything.
"Fangorn."
"Ah!" Eomer said. "I did try to warn you it was dangerous. But even I could not have forseen
this! You make for a scruffy woman, my friend. Perhaps, if you had a gown that fit..."
"Eomer!" Aragorn said, face flushed with embarrassment. "I'll not wear a gown! Though, clothes
that fit would be well appreciated - once my companions and I are freed."
"Your companions," Eomer said. He turned to look now at Legolas. "And you? Did this...
misfortune in Fangorn... also strike you?"
"It struck all of us," Legolas said in confirmation.
"Your sword," the newly-returned guard said, offering the sheathed blade to Eomer.
"We must go to King Theoden," the Rider from the Hall told Eomer. "For he waits in the Hall with
Gandalf."
"Gandalf? Aragorn, did you not tell me he fell in battle?" Eomer asked.
"He did. He came back."
Still confused, Eomer and his escort left the prison for Meduseld.
The three settled back down in their cells to wait once more.
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* Pause. *Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.*
"Aragorn!"
Little more than a half-hour had passed before Legolas spotted the same Rider as before once
again coming to the prison, Eomer-less. "The Rider who took Eomer returns!" she told the others.
Once again, they went to their cell doors and watched. They saw the other go to the same guard
as before, heard him speak.
"The three prisoners - Aragorn of Gondor, Legolas the Elf, and Gimli the Dwarf - are to be
released at once and returned their weapons, by order of Theoden King."
The trio sighed in relief as they were quickly let out of the small cells, were even more
relieved upon the return of their weapons.
"You are to follow me to Theoden's Hall of Meduseld, where you are to be washed and clothed and
then brought to the King's table to eat," the Rider said, and led them from the prison, even as
the sun at last sank below the horizon, lighting the sky with flaming orange, gold, red and
purple.
TBC...
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