~Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, neither do I own Zelda. Please
don't sue me. . . because [InsertRandomExcuseHere] ~
~Oh, and by the way, anything between are translations.~
This idea came to me a while ago, so I hope you enjoy! I may not post chapters to quickly, for I'm also working on a couple other fics. Sorry!~
Aragorn sighed as he led the fellowship through the unforgiving woodlands. They were a few days from Rivendell, and every member of the fellowship was wishing that he himself were still in the beautiful elf-city, even Gimli the Dwarf.
It had rained the night before, and a thick layer of mud covered everyone and everything, except Legolas. He always seemed untouched by the wet, which annoyed Gimli to no end.
Gandalf had left them shortly after they had left Rivendell, on what he called 'Wizard business'.
At the sound of a high-pitched "Hey!" directed towards him, Aragorn instinctively drew his sword and looked about for the one who had spoken.
A bright ball of light, just smaller than his fist, flew wildly above his head, trying to get his attention. "Hey!" It said again, turning a bright blue, and launched into a quick speech. The ranger could understand nothing; it was speaking to him in an unknown language. He looked at Legolas, who seemed to be just as unable to understand the light as he was.
The blob of light seemed to realize this, and changed its tone. . . Trying another language, then another.
Aragorn held up his hand and spoke to the light. "Do you speak this language?" There was an audible sigh of relief from the light, and it spoke in a slightly lilting accented Common. "Yes, I do. Please, sir, I need your help. I've been looking for hours and hours for anyone!" It said this in a worried rush.
The ranger again held up his hand, while the fellowship watched on in silence. "Who are you?" He asked patiently. "And what is the matter?"
"I am Navi," The light said quickly. "I need help for my friend. We appeared here, I do not know how, but after a time of walking, we were beset by foul creatures, the likes of which we've never seen before. They had weapons, and they attacked. The creatures where defeated, but my friend was sorely wounded. I cannot help him! I cannot even open the bottles in his pack! What to do, what to do!"
Navi flew around in dizzying circles above Aragorn's head. Legolas spoke. "Is your friend also of your race? If so, I do not believe that even Aragorn could help you. . . What is your race?"
"I am a fairy, of Hyrule. My friend, Link, is Hylian, quite similar to yourself, sir." The fairy flew around Legolas's head.
Aragorn nodded. "We will help you. Lead the way." Navi gave another sigh of relief. "Oh Thank-you! This way!"
The fairy led the fellowship through the forest. On the way, the ranger questioned Navi. "How sorely is your friend wounded?" Navi replied worriedly. "He was struck by several arrows. . . four, maybe five. . . I'm not sure."
Aragorn raised his eyebrows and called to the fellowship. "We must pick up our pace! The situation is worse than I first thought!" So they did, and about half an hour later, they arrived in a small clearing. The fellowship took in the scene at a glance.
A half-dozen orc bodies littered the mud-churned ground. At the opposite end of the clearing from where they stood, a small form, speckled with arrows, was propped up against a tree.
Navi quickly flew over to this form, fluttering about it urgently. The thing lifted its head; it was a living creature.
He seemed to be a young elf; pointy ears, blond hair. . . but he was not one. The form's hair was cropped short, and wore queer clothes, even by Middle-Earth standards. And his eyes. . . no elf ever had eyes like his. Piercing, blue eyes, that seemed to see far into the future and past. At the moment, those eyes where trained on his fairy.
"Navi?" He asked hoarsely, in disbelief. Then he spoke in a language that the fellowship could not comprehend. . . Hylian.
You came back. . . I thought I'd die here, without even you beside me He smiled now. But you've even brought me help. . . I am hurting, all over. The young Hylian then closed his eyes and fell into senselessness.
Navi buzzed over to Aragorn. "Can you help him?" She asked urgently of the ranger. He gazed over to where Navi's friend lay, still slumped against the tree.
"I'll try." He said simply.
~All right, that wasn't too bad, was it? Should I continue with the fic? I already have the second chapter panned out. . . Anyways, please r&r, and if you're bored, please read some of my other fics, if you can. If you're not into Redwall or Neopets, then please check out my favorites list. There's a bunch of good fics there. ^^~
~Oh, and by the way, anything between are translations.~
This idea came to me a while ago, so I hope you enjoy! I may not post chapters to quickly, for I'm also working on a couple other fics. Sorry!~
Aragorn sighed as he led the fellowship through the unforgiving woodlands. They were a few days from Rivendell, and every member of the fellowship was wishing that he himself were still in the beautiful elf-city, even Gimli the Dwarf.
It had rained the night before, and a thick layer of mud covered everyone and everything, except Legolas. He always seemed untouched by the wet, which annoyed Gimli to no end.
Gandalf had left them shortly after they had left Rivendell, on what he called 'Wizard business'.
At the sound of a high-pitched "Hey!" directed towards him, Aragorn instinctively drew his sword and looked about for the one who had spoken.
A bright ball of light, just smaller than his fist, flew wildly above his head, trying to get his attention. "Hey!" It said again, turning a bright blue, and launched into a quick speech. The ranger could understand nothing; it was speaking to him in an unknown language. He looked at Legolas, who seemed to be just as unable to understand the light as he was.
The blob of light seemed to realize this, and changed its tone. . . Trying another language, then another.
Aragorn held up his hand and spoke to the light. "Do you speak this language?" There was an audible sigh of relief from the light, and it spoke in a slightly lilting accented Common. "Yes, I do. Please, sir, I need your help. I've been looking for hours and hours for anyone!" It said this in a worried rush.
The ranger again held up his hand, while the fellowship watched on in silence. "Who are you?" He asked patiently. "And what is the matter?"
"I am Navi," The light said quickly. "I need help for my friend. We appeared here, I do not know how, but after a time of walking, we were beset by foul creatures, the likes of which we've never seen before. They had weapons, and they attacked. The creatures where defeated, but my friend was sorely wounded. I cannot help him! I cannot even open the bottles in his pack! What to do, what to do!"
Navi flew around in dizzying circles above Aragorn's head. Legolas spoke. "Is your friend also of your race? If so, I do not believe that even Aragorn could help you. . . What is your race?"
"I am a fairy, of Hyrule. My friend, Link, is Hylian, quite similar to yourself, sir." The fairy flew around Legolas's head.
Aragorn nodded. "We will help you. Lead the way." Navi gave another sigh of relief. "Oh Thank-you! This way!"
The fairy led the fellowship through the forest. On the way, the ranger questioned Navi. "How sorely is your friend wounded?" Navi replied worriedly. "He was struck by several arrows. . . four, maybe five. . . I'm not sure."
Aragorn raised his eyebrows and called to the fellowship. "We must pick up our pace! The situation is worse than I first thought!" So they did, and about half an hour later, they arrived in a small clearing. The fellowship took in the scene at a glance.
A half-dozen orc bodies littered the mud-churned ground. At the opposite end of the clearing from where they stood, a small form, speckled with arrows, was propped up against a tree.
Navi quickly flew over to this form, fluttering about it urgently. The thing lifted its head; it was a living creature.
He seemed to be a young elf; pointy ears, blond hair. . . but he was not one. The form's hair was cropped short, and wore queer clothes, even by Middle-Earth standards. And his eyes. . . no elf ever had eyes like his. Piercing, blue eyes, that seemed to see far into the future and past. At the moment, those eyes where trained on his fairy.
"Navi?" He asked hoarsely, in disbelief. Then he spoke in a language that the fellowship could not comprehend. . . Hylian.
You came back. . . I thought I'd die here, without even you beside me He smiled now. But you've even brought me help. . . I am hurting, all over. The young Hylian then closed his eyes and fell into senselessness.
Navi buzzed over to Aragorn. "Can you help him?" She asked urgently of the ranger. He gazed over to where Navi's friend lay, still slumped against the tree.
"I'll try." He said simply.
~All right, that wasn't too bad, was it? Should I continue with the fic? I already have the second chapter panned out. . . Anyways, please r&r, and if you're bored, please read some of my other fics, if you can. If you're not into Redwall or Neopets, then please check out my favorites list. There's a bunch of good fics there. ^^~