Disclaimer: I wish I wrote the Lord of the Rings, but I didn't, so
therefore, I don't own and I never will. But the small amounts of
characters that I can proudly call my own are Silmarien, Sillaluna, Leshua,
and a few other characters that will come in time.
One person inquired whether I was a fan of Sailor Moon, and my answer to that is the following: I am not a fan and the reason I used the name Luna is Sillaluna is because Luna is moon in Spanish and other languages. Silla is just a name I conjured out of the shallow depths of my mind.
Onward with the Story now!
Chapter 6: The Ring Goes South Part 2
Mari sat with her arms encircling her knees as she stared out into the distance. Boromir and Aragorn not far off were tutoring Merry and Pippin in the art of Swordsmanship. Their shouts of triumph could be heard.
As for Mari, perhaps Silmarien, she was uncharacteristically silent and solemn. A fair amount was plaguing her mind. Recent dreams most of all. And also her new acquired nickname: Silmarien Goldeneve. She was not sure if she liked it. It seemed to stir up oddly familiar memories, but she could not place them.
Sillaluna was sleeping peacefully on Mari's coat, contentedly snuggled in the deep comfort of thick material.
Mari had never felt so alone in her life. Frodo and the other hobbits had a lot to worry about, and they at least had a part to play. She felt out of place. She felt that she would be of no use to any of the fellowship. They all knew what was going on. She barely knew of the ring's great power. All she could think about was her vivid dream. Mari gently traced the scar on her face; it was still bright and painful. The bruise had already gone away. Why had she acquired injuries in a supposed dream?
"That injury looks to be ill-fated. Will you allow me to treat it?" said a voice from beside her. Mari turned and looked into the bright eyes of Legolas Greenleaf. He had a look of slight concern on his fair face.
"If it is not a great trouble, then yes please, I would be most grateful for I know not much of the healing arts," replied Mari in a hollow tone. She had no idea what brought this bought of depression on her behalf.
Out of nowhere it seemed, Legolas brought out a small bottle of water like fluid in a small green bottle.
"What is that?" asked Mari, curiosity thankfully whisking away her depression.
"This is a medicine made from boiled Athelas leaves. It is a very simple mixture, but also very powerful. It can heal almost any wound in a minimal amount of time," Legolas replied. He took a small cloth from one of the supply bags and he spilled some of the medicine into it. He then gently placed the cloth and her scar and let the medicine take effect.
Mari winced as she felt the medicine go deep into her wound. But after a second, she felt a wonderful cool feeling spread around the injured area. Legolas removed the cloth and smiled at her, silently asking if it felt any better.
"I thank you with every fiber in me. I never knew any such medicine existed," said Mari in a very grateful tone. "How is it made?"
"First, you must find the Athelas leaf, commonly known as Kingsfoil. Second, you boil water and place the Athelas leaves inside and wait for their essence to spread in the water. Not at all complex," replied Legolas. "Your scar will be gone by tomorrow evening."
"MARI!" yelled a loud Hobbit voice that sounded like Sam. "Come over here and prove to Frodo that I am a better cook than that-that-that false Chef at Bree!"
"Bree? Where's that? Oh my, a cooking competition, this might get bad. Once again, thank you so much! I am in your debt for a long time. I should probably go and sort out that Hobbit fight, it looks not very good," said Mari in a small voice. For some reason unknown to her, she was embarrassed. Maybe it was the fact that she had never really been so close to an Elf before, and this one was rather-well-more fair than most of the companions she had been with.
Legolas smiled in a very charming way that made Mari almost turn red, but she sucked it in. She gave one last bow of gratitude and ran over to Sam and Frodo, hiding her emotions as sternly as she could.
Suddenly, Legolas seemed to fly across the rocks as he stared into the distance.
"What's that?" asked Pippin in a confused tone.
"Its just a wisp of cloud," relied Gimli in a dismissive tone.
"Its moving fast, and against the wind," said Boromir, concern evident in his voice.
"They look like black crows," exclaimed Mari, surprising everybody but Legolas that she could see that far.
"Crebain from Dunland!" cried Legolas, his melodic voice loud over every one else's.
"HIDE!!" Yelled Aragorn frantically. Everyone grabbed their items or put out the fire as they dove into bushes and behind rocks. Strong hands clasped themselves around Mari's wrist and she was pushed into a bush of some kind of sage-smelling bush. She looked around to see who had pushed her, but she could see no one.
Sudden fear enclosed itself around her heart as the Black Crows, spies of Saruman, sped past her hiding area. Dread filled her with its cold weight and she shut her eyes tightly.
They finally flew off into the horizon, leaving a trail of dread in their path. Everyone exited their hiding places and looked at each other with crestfallen expressions.
"Spies of Saruman, our path is being watched. We must take that Pass of Caradhras." Said Gandalf simply, but with menace in his voice.
At the mention of Saruman, a strange feeling of utter hate filled Mari's heart. It bubbled inside of her and rage took over. Her green and gold eyes changed their color into a darker emerald shade, golden sparks seeming to shoot from her eyes. Everyone noticed this change and Mari and looked at her in confusion.
Her ears were closed off to all sound except the beating of her heart and her senses changed. Her sight grew blurry and her beating heart grew louder.
"Mari! Listen to me now! Do not let yourself be taken by revenge!" Gandalf was speaking in a deep voice full of command and his staff illuminated the scenery.
Suddenly, Mari's eyes cleared and her ears were unblocked. Her eye color turned back to normal. A thin sheen of sweat was on her forehead and her face was pale. Her body shook violently. All faces were looking at her, worry all over their faces.
"Mari, can you hear me?" asked Gandalf loudly.
"Yes, I can. I apologize. I have no idea what came over me. Pardon my behavior, for it has already taken too much time from the quest," Mari said in a determined voice. She silently begged with her eyes for them not to question her about what had happened. They all nodded slightly and went about their business.
She received a glance every now and then though.
Author's Note: Pardon my unacceptable tardiness! I am so Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways, please review this and tell me if I should be writing more of it!
One person inquired whether I was a fan of Sailor Moon, and my answer to that is the following: I am not a fan and the reason I used the name Luna is Sillaluna is because Luna is moon in Spanish and other languages. Silla is just a name I conjured out of the shallow depths of my mind.
Onward with the Story now!
Chapter 6: The Ring Goes South Part 2
Mari sat with her arms encircling her knees as she stared out into the distance. Boromir and Aragorn not far off were tutoring Merry and Pippin in the art of Swordsmanship. Their shouts of triumph could be heard.
As for Mari, perhaps Silmarien, she was uncharacteristically silent and solemn. A fair amount was plaguing her mind. Recent dreams most of all. And also her new acquired nickname: Silmarien Goldeneve. She was not sure if she liked it. It seemed to stir up oddly familiar memories, but she could not place them.
Sillaluna was sleeping peacefully on Mari's coat, contentedly snuggled in the deep comfort of thick material.
Mari had never felt so alone in her life. Frodo and the other hobbits had a lot to worry about, and they at least had a part to play. She felt out of place. She felt that she would be of no use to any of the fellowship. They all knew what was going on. She barely knew of the ring's great power. All she could think about was her vivid dream. Mari gently traced the scar on her face; it was still bright and painful. The bruise had already gone away. Why had she acquired injuries in a supposed dream?
"That injury looks to be ill-fated. Will you allow me to treat it?" said a voice from beside her. Mari turned and looked into the bright eyes of Legolas Greenleaf. He had a look of slight concern on his fair face.
"If it is not a great trouble, then yes please, I would be most grateful for I know not much of the healing arts," replied Mari in a hollow tone. She had no idea what brought this bought of depression on her behalf.
Out of nowhere it seemed, Legolas brought out a small bottle of water like fluid in a small green bottle.
"What is that?" asked Mari, curiosity thankfully whisking away her depression.
"This is a medicine made from boiled Athelas leaves. It is a very simple mixture, but also very powerful. It can heal almost any wound in a minimal amount of time," Legolas replied. He took a small cloth from one of the supply bags and he spilled some of the medicine into it. He then gently placed the cloth and her scar and let the medicine take effect.
Mari winced as she felt the medicine go deep into her wound. But after a second, she felt a wonderful cool feeling spread around the injured area. Legolas removed the cloth and smiled at her, silently asking if it felt any better.
"I thank you with every fiber in me. I never knew any such medicine existed," said Mari in a very grateful tone. "How is it made?"
"First, you must find the Athelas leaf, commonly known as Kingsfoil. Second, you boil water and place the Athelas leaves inside and wait for their essence to spread in the water. Not at all complex," replied Legolas. "Your scar will be gone by tomorrow evening."
"MARI!" yelled a loud Hobbit voice that sounded like Sam. "Come over here and prove to Frodo that I am a better cook than that-that-that false Chef at Bree!"
"Bree? Where's that? Oh my, a cooking competition, this might get bad. Once again, thank you so much! I am in your debt for a long time. I should probably go and sort out that Hobbit fight, it looks not very good," said Mari in a small voice. For some reason unknown to her, she was embarrassed. Maybe it was the fact that she had never really been so close to an Elf before, and this one was rather-well-more fair than most of the companions she had been with.
Legolas smiled in a very charming way that made Mari almost turn red, but she sucked it in. She gave one last bow of gratitude and ran over to Sam and Frodo, hiding her emotions as sternly as she could.
Suddenly, Legolas seemed to fly across the rocks as he stared into the distance.
"What's that?" asked Pippin in a confused tone.
"Its just a wisp of cloud," relied Gimli in a dismissive tone.
"Its moving fast, and against the wind," said Boromir, concern evident in his voice.
"They look like black crows," exclaimed Mari, surprising everybody but Legolas that she could see that far.
"Crebain from Dunland!" cried Legolas, his melodic voice loud over every one else's.
"HIDE!!" Yelled Aragorn frantically. Everyone grabbed their items or put out the fire as they dove into bushes and behind rocks. Strong hands clasped themselves around Mari's wrist and she was pushed into a bush of some kind of sage-smelling bush. She looked around to see who had pushed her, but she could see no one.
Sudden fear enclosed itself around her heart as the Black Crows, spies of Saruman, sped past her hiding area. Dread filled her with its cold weight and she shut her eyes tightly.
They finally flew off into the horizon, leaving a trail of dread in their path. Everyone exited their hiding places and looked at each other with crestfallen expressions.
"Spies of Saruman, our path is being watched. We must take that Pass of Caradhras." Said Gandalf simply, but with menace in his voice.
At the mention of Saruman, a strange feeling of utter hate filled Mari's heart. It bubbled inside of her and rage took over. Her green and gold eyes changed their color into a darker emerald shade, golden sparks seeming to shoot from her eyes. Everyone noticed this change and Mari and looked at her in confusion.
Her ears were closed off to all sound except the beating of her heart and her senses changed. Her sight grew blurry and her beating heart grew louder.
"Mari! Listen to me now! Do not let yourself be taken by revenge!" Gandalf was speaking in a deep voice full of command and his staff illuminated the scenery.
Suddenly, Mari's eyes cleared and her ears were unblocked. Her eye color turned back to normal. A thin sheen of sweat was on her forehead and her face was pale. Her body shook violently. All faces were looking at her, worry all over their faces.
"Mari, can you hear me?" asked Gandalf loudly.
"Yes, I can. I apologize. I have no idea what came over me. Pardon my behavior, for it has already taken too much time from the quest," Mari said in a determined voice. She silently begged with her eyes for them not to question her about what had happened. They all nodded slightly and went about their business.
She received a glance every now and then though.
Author's Note: Pardon my unacceptable tardiness! I am so Sorry!!!!!!!!!!!! Anyways, please review this and tell me if I should be writing more of it!
