Dark Sword, Chapter 3
I'm soo sorry that I haven't updated for so long, I've just been really, really busy with my other fictions and schoolwork etc. Thank you so much to my reviewers!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from lord of the rings or FF7, though it would be nice. Please don't sue me, I don't have any money!
The eminent silence was broken by a round of cursing from Barret.
"Who in the (&*@$@# are you, and where the @*$# are we?" he demanded, only to be rewarded with admonishing looks from the human with the drawn sword.
"I suppose we should be asking the same of you!" The golden haired creature said riled by the foul language the Barret had used, tightening his bowstring.
"Not likely!" Barret said, in no mood to even consider keeping his mouth shut, though from the looks of his companions, they were ready to MAKE him keep his mouth shut. "Though you're a pretty thing. How far can you shoot those twigs of yours?" This comment was completely uncalled for and might have proved fatal to the man if Aragorn didn't raise his arm to stop Legolas from shooting one of his "twigs" at Barret. The elf satisfied himself with softly cursing at Barret.
"Auta Miquala Balrog!" he said.
"And the same to you!" Barret shouted back.
"ENOUGH!" Aragorn said loudly and firmly. "You! He gestured to Barret and his companions. "Get up, and keep your hands in the air!" Aragorn had no idea who these people were or whether they had any connection to the horrific events that he had set off with, but judging by their strange clothes, they were not Gondorians. He didn't want to be unjust to anyone, but he wasn't about to leave these strangers alone in the current state of affairs.
"What authority do you have to order us around?" Cloud asked, speaking up for the first time.
"I am the King of Gondor." Aragorn replied with quiet power in his voice. "You are on my lands and thus must bend to my will!"
"There aren't any kings in-"Tifa cut off abruptly when she realized that they probably weren't anyplace that she had ever been before. One by one, the final fantasy company put their hands in the air, not wanting to face the swords and bows of 50 men. Barret was the last, making a very obscene gesture at the elf and man before doing so. Legolas schooled his anger, knowing it would be useless to take it out upon a stupid man, especially a stupid man who was in his captivity. The band from Gondor made a tight circle around their captives and then began to break camp. Legolas and Aragorn led the group to a fire that had been erected and sat, signaling that they should do the same. Once again silence reigned until it was broken by Aragorn.
"You are not natives of this land. Tell me, how did you come here?"
"You tell me!" Cid muttered under his breath. To everyone's surprise, it was Vincent who answered the question.
"We have no idea. We were using our air ship to-"Legolas cut him off.
"Air ship?" He asked curiously, forgetting his previous chagrin at the new arrivals.
"Air plane, jet, air ship!" Cid said impatiently, horrified that anyone might not know what an air ship was. Legolas simply exchanged a very confused look with Aragorn.
"We know nothing of air ships." Aragorn said finally. "Please continue." Cid looked absolutely appalled, but Vincent continued in his usual expressionless drawl.
"Something hit us, we do not know what. Then we ended up here. That's all we know. What is this place?" This was unusual for Vincent as he seldom volunteered or asked for information. This was most likely the most words that he'd ever spoken at once around the crew.
"You are in Middle Earth." Legolas said softly, still staring.
"Well, can you get us out of here?" Yuffie asked impatiently, speaking up for the first time.
"Considering that they are as confused as we are, I doubt that." Red said. If Legolas or Aragorn were surprised at the talking lion, they said nothing, already having had enough shock for one night. Aragorn opened his mouth to say something else when an urgent voice was heard from one of the men in the camp. Everyone turned around to see a black clad figure stride into the camp..
TBC...
To my reviewers:
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!!²
Please r/r with any comments, concerns, critique!
FYI: elvish translation: Auta Miquala Balrog - go kiss a Balrog
I'm soo sorry that I haven't updated for so long, I've just been really, really busy with my other fictions and schoolwork etc. Thank you so much to my reviewers!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from lord of the rings or FF7, though it would be nice. Please don't sue me, I don't have any money!
The eminent silence was broken by a round of cursing from Barret.
"Who in the (&*@$@# are you, and where the @*$# are we?" he demanded, only to be rewarded with admonishing looks from the human with the drawn sword.
"I suppose we should be asking the same of you!" The golden haired creature said riled by the foul language the Barret had used, tightening his bowstring.
"Not likely!" Barret said, in no mood to even consider keeping his mouth shut, though from the looks of his companions, they were ready to MAKE him keep his mouth shut. "Though you're a pretty thing. How far can you shoot those twigs of yours?" This comment was completely uncalled for and might have proved fatal to the man if Aragorn didn't raise his arm to stop Legolas from shooting one of his "twigs" at Barret. The elf satisfied himself with softly cursing at Barret.
"Auta Miquala Balrog!" he said.
"And the same to you!" Barret shouted back.
"ENOUGH!" Aragorn said loudly and firmly. "You! He gestured to Barret and his companions. "Get up, and keep your hands in the air!" Aragorn had no idea who these people were or whether they had any connection to the horrific events that he had set off with, but judging by their strange clothes, they were not Gondorians. He didn't want to be unjust to anyone, but he wasn't about to leave these strangers alone in the current state of affairs.
"What authority do you have to order us around?" Cloud asked, speaking up for the first time.
"I am the King of Gondor." Aragorn replied with quiet power in his voice. "You are on my lands and thus must bend to my will!"
"There aren't any kings in-"Tifa cut off abruptly when she realized that they probably weren't anyplace that she had ever been before. One by one, the final fantasy company put their hands in the air, not wanting to face the swords and bows of 50 men. Barret was the last, making a very obscene gesture at the elf and man before doing so. Legolas schooled his anger, knowing it would be useless to take it out upon a stupid man, especially a stupid man who was in his captivity. The band from Gondor made a tight circle around their captives and then began to break camp. Legolas and Aragorn led the group to a fire that had been erected and sat, signaling that they should do the same. Once again silence reigned until it was broken by Aragorn.
"You are not natives of this land. Tell me, how did you come here?"
"You tell me!" Cid muttered under his breath. To everyone's surprise, it was Vincent who answered the question.
"We have no idea. We were using our air ship to-"Legolas cut him off.
"Air ship?" He asked curiously, forgetting his previous chagrin at the new arrivals.
"Air plane, jet, air ship!" Cid said impatiently, horrified that anyone might not know what an air ship was. Legolas simply exchanged a very confused look with Aragorn.
"We know nothing of air ships." Aragorn said finally. "Please continue." Cid looked absolutely appalled, but Vincent continued in his usual expressionless drawl.
"Something hit us, we do not know what. Then we ended up here. That's all we know. What is this place?" This was unusual for Vincent as he seldom volunteered or asked for information. This was most likely the most words that he'd ever spoken at once around the crew.
"You are in Middle Earth." Legolas said softly, still staring.
"Well, can you get us out of here?" Yuffie asked impatiently, speaking up for the first time.
"Considering that they are as confused as we are, I doubt that." Red said. If Legolas or Aragorn were surprised at the talking lion, they said nothing, already having had enough shock for one night. Aragorn opened his mouth to say something else when an urgent voice was heard from one of the men in the camp. Everyone turned around to see a black clad figure stride into the camp..
TBC...
To my reviewers:
Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!!²
Please r/r with any comments, concerns, critique!
FYI: elvish translation: Auta Miquala Balrog - go kiss a Balrog