Yes, well, I agree, Europa, a tad on the mushy side. A TAD??? I read the
last chapter again and almost needed counselling to help me get over the
mushiness of it. Yeah, spew spew.
Sorry I haven't written anything in a while. I had to baby sit a 4 yr old last week, so I felt a bit drained. I refuse to call it 'writer's block' because I'm not really a writer. Also I can write, just not very well, and I have no idea what'll happen next. If it somehow leaked out to you, please let me know what I'm supposed to write about. I am also very tired and am listening to a strange song about cows with guns. We are very warped here in regional parts. Or maybe that's just me.
Yeah, I'm going to just write this. I don't know what I'm writing and what I'm going towards and what's going to happen in the meantime, but I'll just start writing, if it's crap there is a complaints department on the second floor of the 'Gail Enterprises' building. The head of complaints is Jane, also known as Elentari, so direct all complaints at her, I'm sure she'll appreciate them, well she made me write this fic, so she deserves it.
I can't promise an absence of mushiness, but I'll try to refrain from writing a mushiness overload. But hey, this is supposed to be a legomance, and last chapter was the first time it was at all manced, perhaps in its loosest description.
Once again I urge you to read Two Towers if you haven't already, or go and see the movie. I haven't seen it because it's not coming out here until 26th, I am so annoyed. Yes, it is vital that you do this, because I have ventured into the time space of the Two Towers, and am not to be held responsible for any spoilers. You have been warned.
Chapter 7:
Aragorn glanced back, checking that Gimli and Legolas were still following him. Gimli was running not far behind him, looking displeased and grunting in frustration. He was never really into this heroic type stuff; he was only still one of the company because he enjoyed tormenting Legolas so much. Also he was afraid of Elrond, and Elrond had been the one who told him he'd be going on this adventure.
There was a slight absence of Elf in the party. Aragorn was annoyed. How was he supposed to be all heroic and kingly when he had to go looking for an Elf every time he felt enthusiastic? And what was the point of being all heroic and kingly when the only one to witness it was a dwarf who was forever comparing him to his own small ancestors?
How frustrating. Stupid elf probably ponced off to go find that girl. The one who was decidedly evil and must be a spy of the enemy. Too bad Aragorn was the only one to have enough sense to see this. Either that or he was overly paranoid. Most likely the latter.
Aragorn stopped suddenly. Gimli, who had put his head down to run more effectively, pelted into the back of him and fell backwards onto the ground, thus ruining Aragorn's thoughtful stance.
'Where is Legolas?' He spat, liking the elf less by the second. 'He knew that time was precious and vital in our plan.'
'Which is why I was fast in my arrival,' spoke a voice from beside them. The voice was warm and melodious, with a hint of laughter in it, like a stream playing over rocks in its course. 'You had not realised my absence until this time. You can hardly call it a delay in our proceedings.'
Aragorn looked up at him and almost laughed. Then he saw a girl standing behind him. Aragorn was displeased. He had thought right. Legolas had ponced off to see this girl. She, noticing Aragorn's expression, cowered behind Legolas. Aragorn felt a pang of something that felt like jealousy. But then it was gone, leaving only a slight memory of the emotion, which was soon erased from his mind.
Legolas laughed, a sweet laugh of a thousand warbling birds. Aragorn looked at him in surprise.
'Delay your suspicions, Dunadain, all will be explained when we rest and have time for such talk, until then please accept only that she is a friend, and no servant of the enemy.'
Aragorn looked as though he was about to challenge this, but then thought the better of it. He nodded, looking grim.
He set the pace, jogging through the undergrowth, speeding up in straight or clearer patches. Mary-Jane's legs were heavy, but determination had lodged itself in her heart. And she would be damned if she was outrun by a little man claiming to be a dwarf. Legolas ran lightly over the forest floor. He made no imprint in the soft ground, or in the leaf litter. He seemed not to tire, and ran with the vivacity of a child playing games. His exuberance was astounding, and this above all things helped Mary-Jane to keep going. At times, when she thought she would fall in exhaustion, she would feel his presence, and the exuberance would rub off on her. Indeed, it seemed to affect the whole company. Or they were just naturally exuberant people, especially after a hard battle and many days hard journey.
After what felt like an age, Mary-Jane looked up, only to find the sun glaring in her eyes. It had stooped low on the horizon. She watched it sink lower as she ran. The sun shining over the distant mountain range, delighting the hills with Her light, setting rays across the lands, it was more beautiful than any other sunset she had seen at home.
Home.
She felt a cramp grow in her stomach. She had not had the time or the energy to think of home before now. It struck her: she was lost. Lost in some world so different from her own. Where foul monsters fought beautiful creatures for reasons unknown to her. Where men spoke in tongues as beautiful as flowing water that touched the mind as if by magic. Where men died because of her unwanted presence.
Tears ran down her face. She felt a loneliness as she had never felt before. She was alone and lost in this world. She did not doubt that it was another world. She had somehow stumbled into it. The forest had drawn her in. It had tricked her to entering into its depths, into stumbling into this unknown world.
She did not understand this world. Legolas had talked of a Ring and betrayal, and many other things. She had seen small men and the dwarf. She had seen the horrible creatures with the white hand over their face. The creatures who didn't care how many of their number were lost, as long as they found what they were seeking. What were they seeking? She didn't know. But she knew that the four little men, with statures of children, were not running with them. They were gone. To where, she didn't know. Where she was going she didn't know either. She was just following blindly, hoping that soon things would explain themselves to her, that soon she would understand. She yearned for the acceptance of the dwarf and the dark man. She already felt accepted by Legolas, but he was confused as to the part that she played and where she came from. She could not answer his questions: she felt as confused about herself as he did.
They had stopped without her realising. She was so caught up with her reflections that she had failed to notice how dark it had become. The moon had fully risen: it was quite late. She must have stopped running unconsciously, when the others did. She was no longer crying, and the tears had dried long ago.
To her disappointment, Mary-Jane realised that they had not stopped for rest, but were looking for the path the orcs had tread. They had entered barren hills. Which barren hills she did not know. She did not recognise their form as any she knew, and the wave of loneliness came back to her, as a wave in a frozen pond doesn't. But they were hills all the same, that she could be certain of. She looked to the sky, already light was growing in the horizon, shedding a cold, pale light on this desolate place. The light failed to bring new hope or further their enthusiasm. Their determination stayed, however, unwavering, and it even continued to grow. Their purpose was giving them new hope and courage.
The dark man, she still didn't know his name, seemed to find what he was looking for, and called them over. He glanced darkly at Mary-Sue, and then at her shoes. What a strange man, she thought. Then he looked southwards, and began to sing, about some place called Gondor. Or at least she assumed it was a place. She had never heard of this 'Gondor' before, and yet a light came on in her mind, then just as suddenly flickered out, leaving no memory of it.
They continued on foot. Too consumed by the effort to talk much. But she learnt the man's name: Aragorn, and the dwarf's: Gimli. She felt she somehow found those names familiar, but logic overtook, and she erased the thought from her mind and memory.
They came to a cliff, green plains stretched from its base. Legolas breathed in deeply, and let out a contented sigh. He looked around in all the pleasure of the green fields: the freshness and the life of it. Mary- Jane felt the cool freshness and life of the fields, and appreciated its beauty and magnificence after the barren hills.
'This is the East Wall of Rohan,' Aragorn explained knowingly, staring out at the plains.
'Rohan,' she rolled the word around her mouth. It felt familiar, like a memory resurfacing after many years. She ignored the feeling, but it stayed in her mind: dug into it like an overly determined splinter.
[If you want another really bad animal simile (because I haven't written any in a few chapters), then I could easily describe the feeling as her mind being dug by a) a very determined, yet rather small and wholly unnoticeable mole and/or rabbit b) a rather efficient ant c) a prisoner trying to escape, again very small and largely unnoticeable d) a very neat, very small dog who only tunnels and doesn't really dig for the sake of burying bones, which isn't at all like a dog e) a rather angry but rather determined and resourceful worm, again the use o worm similes, I should stop doing that.]
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Tah-Dah! That be it for this instalment. I will not apologise for any crapness. Flame if you must, but please keep in mind that it is not my fault, that Jane actually made me write this and inflict it on you all by way of FFNET.
Nota Bene: NO ANIMALS WERE INTENTIONALLY HURT DURING THE CREATION OF THIS CHAPTER OR DURING THE CREATION OF THE APPALLING SIMILES FEATURED IN THE LAST PARAGRAPH OF THE CHAPTER, NOT REALLY A PARAGRAPH, BUT THE LAST BIT.THING.
New chapter should come soon, unless I have another brain-draining experience, or go on any more money-making ventures. So maybe, maybe not. I actually have no idea. I also have no idea what happens next (was that apparent in this chapter? Oh well) so if you have any suggestions/comments/ideas/cures it would all be appreciated.
Sorry I haven't written anything in a while. I had to baby sit a 4 yr old last week, so I felt a bit drained. I refuse to call it 'writer's block' because I'm not really a writer. Also I can write, just not very well, and I have no idea what'll happen next. If it somehow leaked out to you, please let me know what I'm supposed to write about. I am also very tired and am listening to a strange song about cows with guns. We are very warped here in regional parts. Or maybe that's just me.
Yeah, I'm going to just write this. I don't know what I'm writing and what I'm going towards and what's going to happen in the meantime, but I'll just start writing, if it's crap there is a complaints department on the second floor of the 'Gail Enterprises' building. The head of complaints is Jane, also known as Elentari, so direct all complaints at her, I'm sure she'll appreciate them, well she made me write this fic, so she deserves it.
I can't promise an absence of mushiness, but I'll try to refrain from writing a mushiness overload. But hey, this is supposed to be a legomance, and last chapter was the first time it was at all manced, perhaps in its loosest description.
Once again I urge you to read Two Towers if you haven't already, or go and see the movie. I haven't seen it because it's not coming out here until 26th, I am so annoyed. Yes, it is vital that you do this, because I have ventured into the time space of the Two Towers, and am not to be held responsible for any spoilers. You have been warned.
Chapter 7:
Aragorn glanced back, checking that Gimli and Legolas were still following him. Gimli was running not far behind him, looking displeased and grunting in frustration. He was never really into this heroic type stuff; he was only still one of the company because he enjoyed tormenting Legolas so much. Also he was afraid of Elrond, and Elrond had been the one who told him he'd be going on this adventure.
There was a slight absence of Elf in the party. Aragorn was annoyed. How was he supposed to be all heroic and kingly when he had to go looking for an Elf every time he felt enthusiastic? And what was the point of being all heroic and kingly when the only one to witness it was a dwarf who was forever comparing him to his own small ancestors?
How frustrating. Stupid elf probably ponced off to go find that girl. The one who was decidedly evil and must be a spy of the enemy. Too bad Aragorn was the only one to have enough sense to see this. Either that or he was overly paranoid. Most likely the latter.
Aragorn stopped suddenly. Gimli, who had put his head down to run more effectively, pelted into the back of him and fell backwards onto the ground, thus ruining Aragorn's thoughtful stance.
'Where is Legolas?' He spat, liking the elf less by the second. 'He knew that time was precious and vital in our plan.'
'Which is why I was fast in my arrival,' spoke a voice from beside them. The voice was warm and melodious, with a hint of laughter in it, like a stream playing over rocks in its course. 'You had not realised my absence until this time. You can hardly call it a delay in our proceedings.'
Aragorn looked up at him and almost laughed. Then he saw a girl standing behind him. Aragorn was displeased. He had thought right. Legolas had ponced off to see this girl. She, noticing Aragorn's expression, cowered behind Legolas. Aragorn felt a pang of something that felt like jealousy. But then it was gone, leaving only a slight memory of the emotion, which was soon erased from his mind.
Legolas laughed, a sweet laugh of a thousand warbling birds. Aragorn looked at him in surprise.
'Delay your suspicions, Dunadain, all will be explained when we rest and have time for such talk, until then please accept only that she is a friend, and no servant of the enemy.'
Aragorn looked as though he was about to challenge this, but then thought the better of it. He nodded, looking grim.
He set the pace, jogging through the undergrowth, speeding up in straight or clearer patches. Mary-Jane's legs were heavy, but determination had lodged itself in her heart. And she would be damned if she was outrun by a little man claiming to be a dwarf. Legolas ran lightly over the forest floor. He made no imprint in the soft ground, or in the leaf litter. He seemed not to tire, and ran with the vivacity of a child playing games. His exuberance was astounding, and this above all things helped Mary-Jane to keep going. At times, when she thought she would fall in exhaustion, she would feel his presence, and the exuberance would rub off on her. Indeed, it seemed to affect the whole company. Or they were just naturally exuberant people, especially after a hard battle and many days hard journey.
After what felt like an age, Mary-Jane looked up, only to find the sun glaring in her eyes. It had stooped low on the horizon. She watched it sink lower as she ran. The sun shining over the distant mountain range, delighting the hills with Her light, setting rays across the lands, it was more beautiful than any other sunset she had seen at home.
Home.
She felt a cramp grow in her stomach. She had not had the time or the energy to think of home before now. It struck her: she was lost. Lost in some world so different from her own. Where foul monsters fought beautiful creatures for reasons unknown to her. Where men spoke in tongues as beautiful as flowing water that touched the mind as if by magic. Where men died because of her unwanted presence.
Tears ran down her face. She felt a loneliness as she had never felt before. She was alone and lost in this world. She did not doubt that it was another world. She had somehow stumbled into it. The forest had drawn her in. It had tricked her to entering into its depths, into stumbling into this unknown world.
She did not understand this world. Legolas had talked of a Ring and betrayal, and many other things. She had seen small men and the dwarf. She had seen the horrible creatures with the white hand over their face. The creatures who didn't care how many of their number were lost, as long as they found what they were seeking. What were they seeking? She didn't know. But she knew that the four little men, with statures of children, were not running with them. They were gone. To where, she didn't know. Where she was going she didn't know either. She was just following blindly, hoping that soon things would explain themselves to her, that soon she would understand. She yearned for the acceptance of the dwarf and the dark man. She already felt accepted by Legolas, but he was confused as to the part that she played and where she came from. She could not answer his questions: she felt as confused about herself as he did.
They had stopped without her realising. She was so caught up with her reflections that she had failed to notice how dark it had become. The moon had fully risen: it was quite late. She must have stopped running unconsciously, when the others did. She was no longer crying, and the tears had dried long ago.
To her disappointment, Mary-Jane realised that they had not stopped for rest, but were looking for the path the orcs had tread. They had entered barren hills. Which barren hills she did not know. She did not recognise their form as any she knew, and the wave of loneliness came back to her, as a wave in a frozen pond doesn't. But they were hills all the same, that she could be certain of. She looked to the sky, already light was growing in the horizon, shedding a cold, pale light on this desolate place. The light failed to bring new hope or further their enthusiasm. Their determination stayed, however, unwavering, and it even continued to grow. Their purpose was giving them new hope and courage.
The dark man, she still didn't know his name, seemed to find what he was looking for, and called them over. He glanced darkly at Mary-Sue, and then at her shoes. What a strange man, she thought. Then he looked southwards, and began to sing, about some place called Gondor. Or at least she assumed it was a place. She had never heard of this 'Gondor' before, and yet a light came on in her mind, then just as suddenly flickered out, leaving no memory of it.
They continued on foot. Too consumed by the effort to talk much. But she learnt the man's name: Aragorn, and the dwarf's: Gimli. She felt she somehow found those names familiar, but logic overtook, and she erased the thought from her mind and memory.
They came to a cliff, green plains stretched from its base. Legolas breathed in deeply, and let out a contented sigh. He looked around in all the pleasure of the green fields: the freshness and the life of it. Mary- Jane felt the cool freshness and life of the fields, and appreciated its beauty and magnificence after the barren hills.
'This is the East Wall of Rohan,' Aragorn explained knowingly, staring out at the plains.
'Rohan,' she rolled the word around her mouth. It felt familiar, like a memory resurfacing after many years. She ignored the feeling, but it stayed in her mind: dug into it like an overly determined splinter.
[If you want another really bad animal simile (because I haven't written any in a few chapters), then I could easily describe the feeling as her mind being dug by a) a very determined, yet rather small and wholly unnoticeable mole and/or rabbit b) a rather efficient ant c) a prisoner trying to escape, again very small and largely unnoticeable d) a very neat, very small dog who only tunnels and doesn't really dig for the sake of burying bones, which isn't at all like a dog e) a rather angry but rather determined and resourceful worm, again the use o worm similes, I should stop doing that.]
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Tah-Dah! That be it for this instalment. I will not apologise for any crapness. Flame if you must, but please keep in mind that it is not my fault, that Jane actually made me write this and inflict it on you all by way of FFNET.
Nota Bene: NO ANIMALS WERE INTENTIONALLY HURT DURING THE CREATION OF THIS CHAPTER OR DURING THE CREATION OF THE APPALLING SIMILES FEATURED IN THE LAST PARAGRAPH OF THE CHAPTER, NOT REALLY A PARAGRAPH, BUT THE LAST BIT.THING.
New chapter should come soon, unless I have another brain-draining experience, or go on any more money-making ventures. So maybe, maybe not. I actually have no idea. I also have no idea what happens next (was that apparent in this chapter? Oh well) so if you have any suggestions/comments/ideas/cures it would all be appreciated.