Lindir and I trudged along, as the night grew darker and deeper around us.
We crept through the bushes in the dark before the dawn, but to our
surprise, the dawn rose gray and dull, clouds and shadows covered the sky.
It was the ninth of March. (This is the day after Frodo and Sam left the
company of Faramir and Gollum led them to Cirith Ungol and then day never
really came, it was the day that the darkness of Mordor started to spread)
I looked nervously around us while Lindir search through his saddlebag for something to eat. He pulled out two small apples and tossed one of them to me.
"Here," he said, biting into his apple. "Don't ask for more, we don't have that much food left. We have three or four pieces of lembas, one more apple, uh.a draught of water, and well, some dried meat that I caught last night."
"Well Lindir, we'll make it," I whispered. Lindir nodded and chewed his apple.
(Later)
Lindir had positioned us so that we were going southeast. He guessed that we were already in the land of Rohan, but he wasn't sure. The countryside had slipped out of the forests into rolling hills of tall golden grass. The grass reached up to my waist so I had to hang onto Lindir for support; it was easier for him to move. Tall, wild flowers grew here and there and every time that we passed one, I would pick it and looping my arm through Lindir's, I started to weave a circlet of red and white flowers. The poppies nodded their scarlet heads as I weaved them into the circlet of daisies and Queen Anne's lace. I braided together pink and pale yellow primroses and when I put the circlet on my head, they hung down and famed my face with their soft petals.
Lindir looked at me once or twice and that's when I noticed a tear in his eye. I pulled on his arm to stop and when he looked down at me, a tear fell upon a primrose that I had been holding. The droplet clung to the pale petals, glittering in the dim sunlight. Lindir slipped his hand into mine and walking on slowly he said, "What will happen to us? If the Dark Lord gets his Ring back, what will become of the Elves? Surly Iluvatar didn't mean for us to be ruled over by a lord of Melkor." I shushed him. He looked grimly at me but still continued. "And what will become of you?" He asked. "You are still like a child, so happy and full of life." I shook my head, wanting him to stop, trying to, but failing. I didn't want to hear want would happen to the Firstborns if.if.
"Well, Frodo will destroy It, but Lindir, it isn't a safe place to talk of such matters. Many shadows are hidden, everywhere. Beware, that you do not trust the voices of the shadows."
Lindir ignored the last part and said, "But what if he doesn't do it? What if the power of the."
"Lindir!" I shouted at him. A horrible hush fell over the land, and nothing seemed to move. "Lindir," I whispered, "Don't speak of such terrible things! You doubt too much, do you know that? You must have faith in things, people; you must put your trust in something."
"Then I will put my trust in myself, for I do not wish to see you harmed." I shook my head, looped my arm through Lindir's and we started to walk again. We walked for a long time, every once in awhile seeing a small village in between hills. When we stopped to rest, about three in the afternoon, we ate a little again. I laid down in the grass and slowly chewed my half of the lembas. Lindir was still standing, looking out towards the horizon. His eyes seemed to frown at the distances. When he looked down at me though, his eyes softened. He sat down beside me and ate his share of the lembas. I rested while I waited for him to finish.
Lindir started talking to himself, and then to me, in a kind of dreamy way. "Anodien," he said, "Do you suppose that I could be.well, since your parents have, are, well, they aren't here anymore and mine have gone across the Sea, do you think that I could be your brother?"
I looked at him curiously. Why did he want a sister? He continued, "Well, if it would be all right with you and all." he cleared his throat. "Well, you see, before you were born, I had a sister, an older one, but I loved her dearly. I don't remember her name; I was too young to remember it rightly. I asked my parents before, but they're grief was still too strong that they just shook their heads and said, 'she was loved.' She died of poison from an arrow that struck her heart. So, will you accept me as a brother in the blood and heart for the Valar's sake?"
I grinned at Lindir, "I always wanted a brother. But I've always had one, you." I smiled and then threw my arms around his neck. Lindir kissed my cheek and then said, "Come little sister, we have a dark road ahead of us, don't we?"
"Yes," I replied, leaning on his arm for support as we marched through the tall grasses. "But we'll make it together, won't we?"
(Okay, that was a short chapter but! I hope that you like my fic! If you have any suggestions, please tell me!! Thanks.)
I looked nervously around us while Lindir search through his saddlebag for something to eat. He pulled out two small apples and tossed one of them to me.
"Here," he said, biting into his apple. "Don't ask for more, we don't have that much food left. We have three or four pieces of lembas, one more apple, uh.a draught of water, and well, some dried meat that I caught last night."
"Well Lindir, we'll make it," I whispered. Lindir nodded and chewed his apple.
(Later)
Lindir had positioned us so that we were going southeast. He guessed that we were already in the land of Rohan, but he wasn't sure. The countryside had slipped out of the forests into rolling hills of tall golden grass. The grass reached up to my waist so I had to hang onto Lindir for support; it was easier for him to move. Tall, wild flowers grew here and there and every time that we passed one, I would pick it and looping my arm through Lindir's, I started to weave a circlet of red and white flowers. The poppies nodded their scarlet heads as I weaved them into the circlet of daisies and Queen Anne's lace. I braided together pink and pale yellow primroses and when I put the circlet on my head, they hung down and famed my face with their soft petals.
Lindir looked at me once or twice and that's when I noticed a tear in his eye. I pulled on his arm to stop and when he looked down at me, a tear fell upon a primrose that I had been holding. The droplet clung to the pale petals, glittering in the dim sunlight. Lindir slipped his hand into mine and walking on slowly he said, "What will happen to us? If the Dark Lord gets his Ring back, what will become of the Elves? Surly Iluvatar didn't mean for us to be ruled over by a lord of Melkor." I shushed him. He looked grimly at me but still continued. "And what will become of you?" He asked. "You are still like a child, so happy and full of life." I shook my head, wanting him to stop, trying to, but failing. I didn't want to hear want would happen to the Firstborns if.if.
"Well, Frodo will destroy It, but Lindir, it isn't a safe place to talk of such matters. Many shadows are hidden, everywhere. Beware, that you do not trust the voices of the shadows."
Lindir ignored the last part and said, "But what if he doesn't do it? What if the power of the."
"Lindir!" I shouted at him. A horrible hush fell over the land, and nothing seemed to move. "Lindir," I whispered, "Don't speak of such terrible things! You doubt too much, do you know that? You must have faith in things, people; you must put your trust in something."
"Then I will put my trust in myself, for I do not wish to see you harmed." I shook my head, looped my arm through Lindir's and we started to walk again. We walked for a long time, every once in awhile seeing a small village in between hills. When we stopped to rest, about three in the afternoon, we ate a little again. I laid down in the grass and slowly chewed my half of the lembas. Lindir was still standing, looking out towards the horizon. His eyes seemed to frown at the distances. When he looked down at me though, his eyes softened. He sat down beside me and ate his share of the lembas. I rested while I waited for him to finish.
Lindir started talking to himself, and then to me, in a kind of dreamy way. "Anodien," he said, "Do you suppose that I could be.well, since your parents have, are, well, they aren't here anymore and mine have gone across the Sea, do you think that I could be your brother?"
I looked at him curiously. Why did he want a sister? He continued, "Well, if it would be all right with you and all." he cleared his throat. "Well, you see, before you were born, I had a sister, an older one, but I loved her dearly. I don't remember her name; I was too young to remember it rightly. I asked my parents before, but they're grief was still too strong that they just shook their heads and said, 'she was loved.' She died of poison from an arrow that struck her heart. So, will you accept me as a brother in the blood and heart for the Valar's sake?"
I grinned at Lindir, "I always wanted a brother. But I've always had one, you." I smiled and then threw my arms around his neck. Lindir kissed my cheek and then said, "Come little sister, we have a dark road ahead of us, don't we?"
"Yes," I replied, leaning on his arm for support as we marched through the tall grasses. "But we'll make it together, won't we?"
(Okay, that was a short chapter but! I hope that you like my fic! If you have any suggestions, please tell me!! Thanks.)