Hey! Chap. Six is finally up! Yay! I just wanted to let all of those
who read the previous chapters a while ago that I changed a couple things.
I started the story a while ago, and after re-reading it like a week back,
I realized how mary-sueish Aranel was. So I improvised a bit. I promise
it'll get better soon. If not, let me know, k? Thanx so much, and if
you're reading this for the first time, and even if you're not, let me know
what you think by reviewing. I'd really appreciate it! Enjoy the story!
Chapter Six
Alone
We join our characters at the beginning of their journey. So far the ride had been smooth and uneventful. Merry and Pippin cracked jokes every once in awhile to keep the conversation moving, but not much could sway the heavy mood of the fellowship and it's stranger. They now had two burdens to carry, and Frodo most of all. The forces of Saruman had been defeated. Hundreds of thousands of orcs had been slaughtered, and Sauron had power no longer. But wraiths still scoured the earth, searching for the bearer of the ring. This was the only thing that could bring war and tragedy to Middle Earth once again. This was the key that unlocked the door to power, a power so great it could not be resisted. Frodo's journey had been set back after being captured by Faramir, and having to find refuge to heal minor injuries for a while. But finally he was back on his feet, and reunited with the fellowship. Now they had to deal with a girl, one who did not ride well, and lagged behind. They had begun to take turns, one person staying behind with her for a couple hours, and then another. This was becoming a hassle, but she was the one who would "save" Middle Earth. This was the part that confused Aragorn. 'If the ring was destroyed, then we would be safe,' he thought. 'Sauron would have no power to rule, and the people could live freely.' If this was the case, then what else threatened the end of the war? But he trusted Gandalf, and his prediction. He said it was written in the scriptures, so that meant it must be true. These same thoughts raced through the others in the group, and that night the subject was brought up with straightforwardness. "Gandalf, what is going on?" questioned Aragorn. "The ring will be destroyed, and Middle Earth saved. What is it now we face that terrorizes peace throughout the land?" "This we have yet to find out. The scriptures foresee a great coming, something of terrible strength. It will take someone special to defeat it, and that person is Aranel," he replied quietly. Aranel had fallen asleep as soon as they had set up camp; she was not accustomed to this type of adventure. "But how?" whispered Aragorn loudly. "She is but a girl, only 16 years of age. She does not fight, and cannot even ride a horse. How is she the one to save us all?" "Look at Frodo. He is a hobbit, humble and diminutive. Yet look how far he has carried this load. He still possesses the ring, and even though he has been taken hostage and gone through many ordeals where hope looked lost, you still have faith him. Believe in Aranel; she may seem like nothing but will amount to something. Now, the rest of you, who will be keeping watch?" Gandalf finished. Legolas volunteered, and the rest headed off to bed. But Aragorn remained, smoking his pipe, thinking.
Sorry it was so short! I still gotta sort out a couple things! Hope u liked it! Luv, Lady Aranel
Chapter Six
Alone
We join our characters at the beginning of their journey. So far the ride had been smooth and uneventful. Merry and Pippin cracked jokes every once in awhile to keep the conversation moving, but not much could sway the heavy mood of the fellowship and it's stranger. They now had two burdens to carry, and Frodo most of all. The forces of Saruman had been defeated. Hundreds of thousands of orcs had been slaughtered, and Sauron had power no longer. But wraiths still scoured the earth, searching for the bearer of the ring. This was the only thing that could bring war and tragedy to Middle Earth once again. This was the key that unlocked the door to power, a power so great it could not be resisted. Frodo's journey had been set back after being captured by Faramir, and having to find refuge to heal minor injuries for a while. But finally he was back on his feet, and reunited with the fellowship. Now they had to deal with a girl, one who did not ride well, and lagged behind. They had begun to take turns, one person staying behind with her for a couple hours, and then another. This was becoming a hassle, but she was the one who would "save" Middle Earth. This was the part that confused Aragorn. 'If the ring was destroyed, then we would be safe,' he thought. 'Sauron would have no power to rule, and the people could live freely.' If this was the case, then what else threatened the end of the war? But he trusted Gandalf, and his prediction. He said it was written in the scriptures, so that meant it must be true. These same thoughts raced through the others in the group, and that night the subject was brought up with straightforwardness. "Gandalf, what is going on?" questioned Aragorn. "The ring will be destroyed, and Middle Earth saved. What is it now we face that terrorizes peace throughout the land?" "This we have yet to find out. The scriptures foresee a great coming, something of terrible strength. It will take someone special to defeat it, and that person is Aranel," he replied quietly. Aranel had fallen asleep as soon as they had set up camp; she was not accustomed to this type of adventure. "But how?" whispered Aragorn loudly. "She is but a girl, only 16 years of age. She does not fight, and cannot even ride a horse. How is she the one to save us all?" "Look at Frodo. He is a hobbit, humble and diminutive. Yet look how far he has carried this load. He still possesses the ring, and even though he has been taken hostage and gone through many ordeals where hope looked lost, you still have faith him. Believe in Aranel; she may seem like nothing but will amount to something. Now, the rest of you, who will be keeping watch?" Gandalf finished. Legolas volunteered, and the rest headed off to bed. But Aragorn remained, smoking his pipe, thinking.
Sorry it was so short! I still gotta sort out a couple things! Hope u liked it! Luv, Lady Aranel