Disclaimer: I don't own anybody. Harry, Hermione, Ron, Aragorn,
Frodo...etc. (from both LotR and HP) are not mine. They are property of
Tolkien and Rowling.
elven archer Tiniwiel - hello! Thanks for reviewing! This is one short chap. Sorry. But hope you like it anyway! =)
PurpleMonkey - odd name. BUT I LIKE IT!! You think "little lady" is OOC? Hmm... I dunno. I'm not sure what he would call her. "Lady" would be a bit too strong a word since Hermione is only 13. =P What about "little child"? J/K! LOL... He'll just receive a hex from her!!!
phoenixqueen - gasp Strider as a suspicious version of Snape?!? gasp! Oh, the "third degree" is not over yet. Harry has a LOT more explaining to do!! Well, Hermione didn't rattle on and on about the 101 uses of the Athelas because she was a bit awed at the Ranger I guess. gasp grins sobs OH!! MY STORY ON YOUR FAVOURITES LIST??? OH!! sob!!! YOU LOVE MY STORY! AND I LOVE YOU!!!! =) Heh heh heh...
Hermione Eveningfall - SALUTATIONS! Aragorn does seem a bit too trusting, isn't he? Oh, well. But he iwilli question them later again. I like the "blank look" parts!! After all, you can't exactly expect him to understand EVERYTHING, can you? =) Yeah, I know. My spelling is a bit... grimaces lets just say: not perfect... LOL!!! Thanks anyway for reviewing!
PhoenixQueen - Hmm...A lot of phoenixes around, aren't there? =) I'm sorry if I left you hanging there! But I do have to sleep you know! LOL!
- (you're anonymous, I DON'T HAVE YOUR NAME!!! Hehehe) Alright, I won't put the she-elf galloping in to save the day. I wanted to put Glorfindel in anyway. I LOVE him! I was planning to work off the book instead of the movie. LOL! See "An elf-lord revealed in his wrath" O.o That's new!! LOL! Yes, I Promise Glorfindel would be the one who saves the day.
Kishi Seta - YES MA'AM! salutes I'm writing, I'm writing! Sheesh. Lol. =P
Right, on with the story!!!!!!!!! (Glorfindel comes in here. YAY FOR HIM!!!)
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Harry was awoken the next day by a gentle shaking.
'Mmph? Wha...? What do you want?' he ask groggily, rubbing the sleep by his eyes.
'Strider asked me to wake you. We are leaving soon.'
Harry reached for his glasses and put them on. He blinked.
'Oh, right. Is Ron or Hermione awake yet?' he asked Sam.
'No, I woke you first.'
'It's still dark,' Harry point out.
'It's early morning, sir.'
'Oh. I'll go wake my friends, shall I?'
'If you wish, sir.'
'Okay. Erm...you can stop calling me "sir". Harry will just do.'
'Very well, Harry.'
Harry crawled a little way to his right.
'Ron,' he whispered. There was no reply except a gentle snore. '-Ron-!!!' Harry prodded Ron with his wand.
Ron snorted in his sleep. He batted the wand away.
'Just another five minute, mom,' he mumbled sleepily, not opening his eyes. Harry sighed.
'RONALD WEASLEY!!!' he bellowed in his friend's ear.
'WHA?!? WHO?!?' Ron was startled from his sleep.
'Finally! I thought I would -never- get you up!!!'
'Fine fine fine. I'm up!'
However, Ron just sat there, on his bedroll, looking sleepy. Harry looked suspiciously at him. 'You're not going to sleep again, are you?'
'Noooooo.'
'Good. I'm going to wake Hermione.'
Harry got up and dusted his Hogwarts robes off. He went over to Hermione.
'Hermione! Wake up!'
Hermione opened her eyes and stared at Harry. 'We're not at Hogwarts, are we?'
'No.'
Hermione sighed. 'I thought it was all a terrible dream.'
'C'mon, Hermione. We're leaving soon. Ron's up.'
They ambled back to Ron's bedroll. There was a lump in it. Harry groaned.
'Ron!!! You -promised-!!!!'
'Go away!' came Ron's voice, muffled by the blanket. 'I want to sleep!'
Harry sighed in exasperation. He kicked Ron. Hard.
'OWWW!' came a yelp.
'FINE! I'M UP!'
Harry yanked off the blanket. Ron glared at him and scowled.
Harry grinned. 'Rise and shine, ickle Ronniekins!'
Seconds later, Harry was busy belching slugs while Merry and Pippin watched interestedly.
'Are they really friends?' whispered Pippin.
'I reckon so, Pip.'
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Ron complained loudly. 'We've been walking for -hours-! Can't we rest?'
'Nay, Master Weasley. Frodo's condition is worsening. We must hasten our pace.'
Ron was about to complain again when they heard a distant sound of hooves beats. Harry's heart leaped to his throat.
'Be swift! Into the trees! Get off the road!' commanded Strider.
Everyone scrambled helter-skelter into the forest. Strider hid behind a bush so he may see the comer. Harry breathed in short gasp.
There was a faint tinkle of bells. Harry could hear a voice singing in another language, which was beautiful to his ears.
'That's no Ringwraith! That's the sound of an elf-horse!' Strider cried and joyously ran from his hiding place.
The rider came into view. Harry crouched, agape at his hiding place.
'Estel!' the rider called and dismounted his steed. 'Glorfindel! Tis good to see thee!' The two embraced warmly.
Strider beckoned for the rest to come from their hiding places. Sam stood watching, his face shinning with delight. 'It's an elf!' he stuttered, unable to believe his eyes.
Harry was rather taken back. 'An elf?' he wondered to himself. 'Dobby is a house-elf and they look so different!'
Strider began to rapidly speak in the same language the elf had sung in earlier. Neither Harry nor the rest could understand what was spoken between them. Glorfindel nodded gravely. 'Where is he?' he asked switching back to English. (or the Common Tongue)
'He is yonder. Just off the road. He was stabbed. His condition is worsening. I fear by the time we reach Rivendell, it would be to late.'
Glorfindel nodded and ran lightly to where Strider had pointed. He carried the hobbit back and placed him on his horse.
Frodo gasped. He found breathing rather painful. 'No,' he whispered, 'I will not leave my friends in times of danger! I refuse! I wish to stay!'
Glorfindel smiled. Behind him, Harry could hear Hermione sigh audibly. He turned to look at her. She had a dreamy look and her face. Her eyes were glazed.
'I remember the last time she was like this,' muttered Ron. 'It was in Second year when we had that stupid git, Lockheart!'
Harry had to agree. Hermione was not herself.
'Halfling, it is you that endangers us all. My horse that carries you now will bear the danger swiftly away from us. You carry a dangerous trinket, perianath. They would not stop hunting you until their deed is done.'
Frodo looked at him rather doubtfully. He breathed in labored breaths. His pale face etched with pain and worry.
Sam spoke up. 'Mister Frodo, if I may say so, sir, I think you should do as he says.'
Merry and Pippin nodded in agreement. 'Go, Frodo. Don't look back.'
Frodo nodded and gripped the reins of the horse tightly in his small hands. 'Will you not ride with me, Lord Glorfindel?' he wheezed. The elf shook his head. 'Nay, friend hobbit. It would only slow Asfaloth down. Elf I may be, and light are my kindred, but I am of greater size than you and weight than you. Bearing two riders, I fear my horse would buckle under the weight.' He jested lightly, but his eyes were dark as they studied the hobbit.
'Ringwraiths!' cried Pippin suddenly. 'They're coming!'
'Go, Frodo, go now!' urged Strider. But Frodo didn't spur the horse; instead, he remained and stared at his friends.
'Go, Frodo!' yelled Hermione.
Glorfindel leaped forward and spoke into the Asfaloth's ear. *Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!*.'
The horse reared up and Harry had to dodge to avoid having his head cracked open by the failing hooves.
No sooner than the white horse and its rider rode off when came the thundering hooves of nine black steeds. They raced of after Frodo.
'I hope he is alright,' whispered Sam.
Strider looked down upon Sam. 'He is beyond our reach now. There's nothing we can do.'
Harry looked at the path that Frodo and the Nine had taken. The sounds of horses neighing wildly could be heard.
'Come!' cried Glorfindel. 'We must cross the ford of Bruinen!'
He crashed into the trees, followed closely by Strider. Everyone ran, following the two.
They ran for hours. It seems that the elves did not tire easily. Hermione was almost crying from exhaustion. The hobbits too, were stumbling.
'Glorfindel, the hobbits and the children cannot go on. They need rest.'
Glorfindel sighed. 'Very well. But let us hope that the bearer makes it across the ford.'
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ah-HAH!!!! Quite long, no? I know I stole a bit from the movie here and there. Couldn't help it. =P The next chapter, you can witness Glorfindel as an "elf-lord revealed in his wrath". LOL. Please R&R!!!!
elven archer Tiniwiel - hello! Thanks for reviewing! This is one short chap. Sorry. But hope you like it anyway! =)
PurpleMonkey - odd name. BUT I LIKE IT!! You think "little lady" is OOC? Hmm... I dunno. I'm not sure what he would call her. "Lady" would be a bit too strong a word since Hermione is only 13. =P What about "little child"? J/K! LOL... He'll just receive a hex from her!!!
phoenixqueen - gasp Strider as a suspicious version of Snape?!? gasp! Oh, the "third degree" is not over yet. Harry has a LOT more explaining to do!! Well, Hermione didn't rattle on and on about the 101 uses of the Athelas because she was a bit awed at the Ranger I guess. gasp grins sobs OH!! MY STORY ON YOUR FAVOURITES LIST??? OH!! sob!!! YOU LOVE MY STORY! AND I LOVE YOU!!!! =) Heh heh heh...
Hermione Eveningfall - SALUTATIONS! Aragorn does seem a bit too trusting, isn't he? Oh, well. But he iwilli question them later again. I like the "blank look" parts!! After all, you can't exactly expect him to understand EVERYTHING, can you? =) Yeah, I know. My spelling is a bit... grimaces lets just say: not perfect... LOL!!! Thanks anyway for reviewing!
PhoenixQueen - Hmm...A lot of phoenixes around, aren't there? =) I'm sorry if I left you hanging there! But I do have to sleep you know! LOL!
- (you're anonymous, I DON'T HAVE YOUR NAME!!! Hehehe) Alright, I won't put the she-elf galloping in to save the day. I wanted to put Glorfindel in anyway. I LOVE him! I was planning to work off the book instead of the movie. LOL! See "An elf-lord revealed in his wrath" O.o That's new!! LOL! Yes, I Promise Glorfindel would be the one who saves the day.
Kishi Seta - YES MA'AM! salutes I'm writing, I'm writing! Sheesh. Lol. =P
Right, on with the story!!!!!!!!! (Glorfindel comes in here. YAY FOR HIM!!!)
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Harry was awoken the next day by a gentle shaking.
'Mmph? Wha...? What do you want?' he ask groggily, rubbing the sleep by his eyes.
'Strider asked me to wake you. We are leaving soon.'
Harry reached for his glasses and put them on. He blinked.
'Oh, right. Is Ron or Hermione awake yet?' he asked Sam.
'No, I woke you first.'
'It's still dark,' Harry point out.
'It's early morning, sir.'
'Oh. I'll go wake my friends, shall I?'
'If you wish, sir.'
'Okay. Erm...you can stop calling me "sir". Harry will just do.'
'Very well, Harry.'
Harry crawled a little way to his right.
'Ron,' he whispered. There was no reply except a gentle snore. '-Ron-!!!' Harry prodded Ron with his wand.
Ron snorted in his sleep. He batted the wand away.
'Just another five minute, mom,' he mumbled sleepily, not opening his eyes. Harry sighed.
'RONALD WEASLEY!!!' he bellowed in his friend's ear.
'WHA?!? WHO?!?' Ron was startled from his sleep.
'Finally! I thought I would -never- get you up!!!'
'Fine fine fine. I'm up!'
However, Ron just sat there, on his bedroll, looking sleepy. Harry looked suspiciously at him. 'You're not going to sleep again, are you?'
'Noooooo.'
'Good. I'm going to wake Hermione.'
Harry got up and dusted his Hogwarts robes off. He went over to Hermione.
'Hermione! Wake up!'
Hermione opened her eyes and stared at Harry. 'We're not at Hogwarts, are we?'
'No.'
Hermione sighed. 'I thought it was all a terrible dream.'
'C'mon, Hermione. We're leaving soon. Ron's up.'
They ambled back to Ron's bedroll. There was a lump in it. Harry groaned.
'Ron!!! You -promised-!!!!'
'Go away!' came Ron's voice, muffled by the blanket. 'I want to sleep!'
Harry sighed in exasperation. He kicked Ron. Hard.
'OWWW!' came a yelp.
'FINE! I'M UP!'
Harry yanked off the blanket. Ron glared at him and scowled.
Harry grinned. 'Rise and shine, ickle Ronniekins!'
Seconds later, Harry was busy belching slugs while Merry and Pippin watched interestedly.
'Are they really friends?' whispered Pippin.
'I reckon so, Pip.'
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Ron complained loudly. 'We've been walking for -hours-! Can't we rest?'
'Nay, Master Weasley. Frodo's condition is worsening. We must hasten our pace.'
Ron was about to complain again when they heard a distant sound of hooves beats. Harry's heart leaped to his throat.
'Be swift! Into the trees! Get off the road!' commanded Strider.
Everyone scrambled helter-skelter into the forest. Strider hid behind a bush so he may see the comer. Harry breathed in short gasp.
There was a faint tinkle of bells. Harry could hear a voice singing in another language, which was beautiful to his ears.
'That's no Ringwraith! That's the sound of an elf-horse!' Strider cried and joyously ran from his hiding place.
The rider came into view. Harry crouched, agape at his hiding place.
'Estel!' the rider called and dismounted his steed. 'Glorfindel! Tis good to see thee!' The two embraced warmly.
Strider beckoned for the rest to come from their hiding places. Sam stood watching, his face shinning with delight. 'It's an elf!' he stuttered, unable to believe his eyes.
Harry was rather taken back. 'An elf?' he wondered to himself. 'Dobby is a house-elf and they look so different!'
Strider began to rapidly speak in the same language the elf had sung in earlier. Neither Harry nor the rest could understand what was spoken between them. Glorfindel nodded gravely. 'Where is he?' he asked switching back to English. (or the Common Tongue)
'He is yonder. Just off the road. He was stabbed. His condition is worsening. I fear by the time we reach Rivendell, it would be to late.'
Glorfindel nodded and ran lightly to where Strider had pointed. He carried the hobbit back and placed him on his horse.
Frodo gasped. He found breathing rather painful. 'No,' he whispered, 'I will not leave my friends in times of danger! I refuse! I wish to stay!'
Glorfindel smiled. Behind him, Harry could hear Hermione sigh audibly. He turned to look at her. She had a dreamy look and her face. Her eyes were glazed.
'I remember the last time she was like this,' muttered Ron. 'It was in Second year when we had that stupid git, Lockheart!'
Harry had to agree. Hermione was not herself.
'Halfling, it is you that endangers us all. My horse that carries you now will bear the danger swiftly away from us. You carry a dangerous trinket, perianath. They would not stop hunting you until their deed is done.'
Frodo looked at him rather doubtfully. He breathed in labored breaths. His pale face etched with pain and worry.
Sam spoke up. 'Mister Frodo, if I may say so, sir, I think you should do as he says.'
Merry and Pippin nodded in agreement. 'Go, Frodo. Don't look back.'
Frodo nodded and gripped the reins of the horse tightly in his small hands. 'Will you not ride with me, Lord Glorfindel?' he wheezed. The elf shook his head. 'Nay, friend hobbit. It would only slow Asfaloth down. Elf I may be, and light are my kindred, but I am of greater size than you and weight than you. Bearing two riders, I fear my horse would buckle under the weight.' He jested lightly, but his eyes were dark as they studied the hobbit.
'Ringwraiths!' cried Pippin suddenly. 'They're coming!'
'Go, Frodo, go now!' urged Strider. But Frodo didn't spur the horse; instead, he remained and stared at his friends.
'Go, Frodo!' yelled Hermione.
Glorfindel leaped forward and spoke into the Asfaloth's ear. *Noro lim, Asfaloth, noro lim!*.'
The horse reared up and Harry had to dodge to avoid having his head cracked open by the failing hooves.
No sooner than the white horse and its rider rode off when came the thundering hooves of nine black steeds. They raced of after Frodo.
'I hope he is alright,' whispered Sam.
Strider looked down upon Sam. 'He is beyond our reach now. There's nothing we can do.'
Harry looked at the path that Frodo and the Nine had taken. The sounds of horses neighing wildly could be heard.
'Come!' cried Glorfindel. 'We must cross the ford of Bruinen!'
He crashed into the trees, followed closely by Strider. Everyone ran, following the two.
They ran for hours. It seems that the elves did not tire easily. Hermione was almost crying from exhaustion. The hobbits too, were stumbling.
'Glorfindel, the hobbits and the children cannot go on. They need rest.'
Glorfindel sighed. 'Very well. But let us hope that the bearer makes it across the ford.'
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ah-HAH!!!! Quite long, no? I know I stole a bit from the movie here and there. Couldn't help it. =P The next chapter, you can witness Glorfindel as an "elf-lord revealed in his wrath". LOL. Please R&R!!!!