Hi! Well that took a while but here's the next chapter! You already know I
don't own LOTR or any of its characters. I do own Glacier and all the
things made up in this story. Legolas of Mirkwood owns Namarie.
Thanks for all the reviews!
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The journey to Wolfwood went by without any orc attacks. There was a bear but that was taken care of. Glacier, Namarie, Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn were sent to scout ahead. They entered a section of birch woods and walked in them carefully. They were constantly on high alert with the exception of Glacier. True, she was weary of what lurked between the trees but she was at home in these woods. When they passed by a small waterfall, Glacier started to pick up her pace. The others, wanting a break but unwilling to let her go alone, grumbled after her. Finally, she stopped at the edge of a cliff. She gestured to the vast amount of forest that they below it. It stretched for miles and even continued in the encircling mountains. "Welcome." She said. "To Wolfwood." They gazed at the lush, green woods and noticed dark clouds forming over the mountainside. Near a small portion of one of the biggest mountains was a black spot. The elves of the group could make up moving creatures, what they were even they could not be sure. Glacier's eyes softened at the sight of her homelands. Her eyes could make out familiar shapes and objects. Her eyes heard the wilderness's call. A wolf howled mournfully across the forest. She knew what it meant but was unwilling to believe it. This caused her to hurry even more to her family. "Come."
"How do we get there?" Gimli asked, waiting for a reply. Namarie and Glacier looked at him strangely.
"You jump of course." The others looked startled.
"Down a cliff a so high!"
"Yep."
The idea of jumping off a cliff wasn't appealing to anyone but Glacier and Namarie. Aragorn leaned over the side. Nothing but forest lay below him. What was going to catch them? He wasn't sure if he should do it. What would happen if he met an unfortunate end? Who would be the best choice to be Gondor's next ruler? Just then Glacier backed away from the edge.
"I'll go first! See you at the bottom!" She ran to the edge and jumped off. The remaining scouts watched her go down and down. She hit the trees and disappeared with a crunch that didn't sound good. Namarie stood there completely unfazed. The others looked skeptical. Her eyes went to Aragorn, peering far over the edge. She pushed him. "AAHHH!"
Namarie stifled a giggle. She loved doing that. Aragorn quickly disappeared. Gimli was clutching his axe grimly. What if Glacier and Namarie weren't really their allies? What if they had just sent Aragorn to his doom? He doubted it and quickly lost the thought. Namarie was grinning and walking towards him.
"No. No one pushes a dwarf! He jumped and was soon lost among the trees. Namarie looked at Legolas.
"Your not getting a whole army down this." He said, then jumped.
"We won't." She looked slightly disappointed. She had really wanted to see everyone else go off like Aragorn. She waited a few seconds then jumped.
Glacier grinned as she hit the net. She slid off it and laughed. This net was made of the finest rope woven tightly together. It could support two elephants without snapping. It was checked regularly. She looked up at the blue sky. A magical barrier was placed to give the illusion of woods going right to the cliff when it was really a couple yards over. She loved that and waited for the next person.
"Ahh! Oomph! Aragorn hit the net. He got off it slightly dazed. Gimli came next; he bounced off it and hit the ground hard. Legolas came down, followed by Namarie who both jumped lightly off the net. Once everyone was grounded Glacier explained the illusion and they continued on their way. Glacier led the way as she trotted lightly down a barely visible path. When they had walked for about an hour, she stopped. Glacier called out into the trees in a loud, royal voice.
"We bring peace and troops. I am Glacier, princess of this realm. Let us pass unharmed or come out to greet us." Elf eyes stared out from the trees. A bright green pair blinked slowly, like a cat. They came out. All twelve of these new elves wore browns and greens to blend with the forest. The apparent leader, a tall male elf about 2,500, came out first. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He bowed low, as the other eleven did. Once they got up, this elf addressed them.
"Princess. Who are these people you bring?"
"This is Namarie of Fangorn-captain of its army as well as its princess, Gimli, son of Gloin from the dwarf kingdoms, Aragorn, king of men and Legolas prince of Mirkwood." She laughed at his astonished face as he prepared to bow to each of them in turn. "Don't bother Kano Brethil; they know they are royal and that you will treat them as such. I'm sure they can go once without someone overly acknowledging that fact." Her face drew thin. "How do we stand?"
'Just barely holding the pass. Even the draugs have trouble. Something ill has happened. Did you hear the call?" "Yes I did. What was it?"
"We do not know; we are heading back for this reason and no other. How many do you carry?"
"On such short notice, only one thousand. Dispatch most of your group and take these men down through the valley. We must waste no time. Let us go. We may speak more on the road." At Brethil's word, all but one other save himself left. This was the green eyed elf, . She walked over to Namarie and began to speak in hushed tones. Brethil and Glacier walked farther ahead as they spoke about the war. Finally, they saw Wolfwood. It looked just like Lothlorien. They walked to the largest tree of them all, home of the royal family. It was bright and cheerful here even though war plagued its boarders. A large red wolf lounged at the base of the tree.
"Huan!" Glacier cried out joyously. The wolf charged over to her. It hit her with such a great force she was knocked off her feet. She laughed and spoke to it in Elfish. Gimli and Aragorn were taken back by the sheer power and size of this wolf. This was a wild creature; how could it be tamed? Legolas was fascinated and remarked,
"I have heard tales of the regal beast that call Wolfwood home. Wolfwood earned its title by these creatures within it. Those who first lived here befriended them and the friendship has continued for centuries. They are unique and stronger than any other wolves." Namarie nodded, wishing she had a pet. Her family wouldn't allow one. Well, there were reasons. The Ent she brought home one day, her slug scout..but that was when she was 1,000. "Never before have I heard or seen one of this size." Huan was large, even for his kind. He was perhaps the largest of his kind. Namarie spoke.
"These wolves,"
"Draugs!" Said Glacier.
"These DRAUGS, bond with an elf and stay loyal to them their whole lives... Huan has bonded with Glacier long ago and was named after the great wolfhound, Huan. He is the largest and strongest of his kind."
"He is beautiful and strong too. Are they all like this?" Glacier answered this one.
"Mostly, but Huan's the best!" The draug knew a compliment when one was given. He yawned, showing glistening razor sharp teeth. Raw muscle moved with every step under his coat of pure red fur. It walked around each of them in turn, judging them. ~***~ No flames, please. If you don't like it, while are you still reading? If you do, review!
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The journey to Wolfwood went by without any orc attacks. There was a bear but that was taken care of. Glacier, Namarie, Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn were sent to scout ahead. They entered a section of birch woods and walked in them carefully. They were constantly on high alert with the exception of Glacier. True, she was weary of what lurked between the trees but she was at home in these woods. When they passed by a small waterfall, Glacier started to pick up her pace. The others, wanting a break but unwilling to let her go alone, grumbled after her. Finally, she stopped at the edge of a cliff. She gestured to the vast amount of forest that they below it. It stretched for miles and even continued in the encircling mountains. "Welcome." She said. "To Wolfwood." They gazed at the lush, green woods and noticed dark clouds forming over the mountainside. Near a small portion of one of the biggest mountains was a black spot. The elves of the group could make up moving creatures, what they were even they could not be sure. Glacier's eyes softened at the sight of her homelands. Her eyes could make out familiar shapes and objects. Her eyes heard the wilderness's call. A wolf howled mournfully across the forest. She knew what it meant but was unwilling to believe it. This caused her to hurry even more to her family. "Come."
"How do we get there?" Gimli asked, waiting for a reply. Namarie and Glacier looked at him strangely.
"You jump of course." The others looked startled.
"Down a cliff a so high!"
"Yep."
The idea of jumping off a cliff wasn't appealing to anyone but Glacier and Namarie. Aragorn leaned over the side. Nothing but forest lay below him. What was going to catch them? He wasn't sure if he should do it. What would happen if he met an unfortunate end? Who would be the best choice to be Gondor's next ruler? Just then Glacier backed away from the edge.
"I'll go first! See you at the bottom!" She ran to the edge and jumped off. The remaining scouts watched her go down and down. She hit the trees and disappeared with a crunch that didn't sound good. Namarie stood there completely unfazed. The others looked skeptical. Her eyes went to Aragorn, peering far over the edge. She pushed him. "AAHHH!"
Namarie stifled a giggle. She loved doing that. Aragorn quickly disappeared. Gimli was clutching his axe grimly. What if Glacier and Namarie weren't really their allies? What if they had just sent Aragorn to his doom? He doubted it and quickly lost the thought. Namarie was grinning and walking towards him.
"No. No one pushes a dwarf! He jumped and was soon lost among the trees. Namarie looked at Legolas.
"Your not getting a whole army down this." He said, then jumped.
"We won't." She looked slightly disappointed. She had really wanted to see everyone else go off like Aragorn. She waited a few seconds then jumped.
Glacier grinned as she hit the net. She slid off it and laughed. This net was made of the finest rope woven tightly together. It could support two elephants without snapping. It was checked regularly. She looked up at the blue sky. A magical barrier was placed to give the illusion of woods going right to the cliff when it was really a couple yards over. She loved that and waited for the next person.
"Ahh! Oomph! Aragorn hit the net. He got off it slightly dazed. Gimli came next; he bounced off it and hit the ground hard. Legolas came down, followed by Namarie who both jumped lightly off the net. Once everyone was grounded Glacier explained the illusion and they continued on their way. Glacier led the way as she trotted lightly down a barely visible path. When they had walked for about an hour, she stopped. Glacier called out into the trees in a loud, royal voice.
"We bring peace and troops. I am Glacier, princess of this realm. Let us pass unharmed or come out to greet us." Elf eyes stared out from the trees. A bright green pair blinked slowly, like a cat. They came out. All twelve of these new elves wore browns and greens to blend with the forest. The apparent leader, a tall male elf about 2,500, came out first. He had dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He bowed low, as the other eleven did. Once they got up, this elf addressed them.
"Princess. Who are these people you bring?"
"This is Namarie of Fangorn-captain of its army as well as its princess, Gimli, son of Gloin from the dwarf kingdoms, Aragorn, king of men and Legolas prince of Mirkwood." She laughed at his astonished face as he prepared to bow to each of them in turn. "Don't bother Kano Brethil; they know they are royal and that you will treat them as such. I'm sure they can go once without someone overly acknowledging that fact." Her face drew thin. "How do we stand?"
'Just barely holding the pass. Even the draugs have trouble. Something ill has happened. Did you hear the call?" "Yes I did. What was it?"
"We do not know; we are heading back for this reason and no other. How many do you carry?"
"On such short notice, only one thousand. Dispatch most of your group and take these men down through the valley. We must waste no time. Let us go. We may speak more on the road." At Brethil's word, all but one other save himself left. This was the green eyed elf, . She walked over to Namarie and began to speak in hushed tones. Brethil and Glacier walked farther ahead as they spoke about the war. Finally, they saw Wolfwood. It looked just like Lothlorien. They walked to the largest tree of them all, home of the royal family. It was bright and cheerful here even though war plagued its boarders. A large red wolf lounged at the base of the tree.
"Huan!" Glacier cried out joyously. The wolf charged over to her. It hit her with such a great force she was knocked off her feet. She laughed and spoke to it in Elfish. Gimli and Aragorn were taken back by the sheer power and size of this wolf. This was a wild creature; how could it be tamed? Legolas was fascinated and remarked,
"I have heard tales of the regal beast that call Wolfwood home. Wolfwood earned its title by these creatures within it. Those who first lived here befriended them and the friendship has continued for centuries. They are unique and stronger than any other wolves." Namarie nodded, wishing she had a pet. Her family wouldn't allow one. Well, there were reasons. The Ent she brought home one day, her slug scout..but that was when she was 1,000. "Never before have I heard or seen one of this size." Huan was large, even for his kind. He was perhaps the largest of his kind. Namarie spoke.
"These wolves,"
"Draugs!" Said Glacier.
"These DRAUGS, bond with an elf and stay loyal to them their whole lives... Huan has bonded with Glacier long ago and was named after the great wolfhound, Huan. He is the largest and strongest of his kind."
"He is beautiful and strong too. Are they all like this?" Glacier answered this one.
"Mostly, but Huan's the best!" The draug knew a compliment when one was given. He yawned, showing glistening razor sharp teeth. Raw muscle moved with every step under his coat of pure red fur. It walked around each of them in turn, judging them. ~***~ No flames, please. If you don't like it, while are you still reading? If you do, review!
