Chapter 9 Strider and the leaving of Bree
The moment I saw Frodo get dragged upstairs by the man, I grabbed the first thing that I touched; a broom. I ran upstairs brandishing the broom like a sword, and went crashing into the room where I heard the man talking to Frodo.
"Let him go or I'll-I'll fight you" I stammered. The man just smiled at me and said, "you have courage, but it won't save from the evil of Mordor." This man was tall, wore a dark brown tunic that was covered in dirt and the like, over the tunic was a green cloak covered in the same substance as the tunic. His face was worn but showed that he was in his middle ages; he had dark brown hair that was unkempt and hasn't been washed in a long while. The eyes of this man were light mottle brown, yet showed a great deal of wisdom.
In a wave of bumps and prods, Merry and Pippin came ramming into the doorway cying Frodo's name. Pippin had a chair in his hand while Merry had a candlestick with recently burnt out candles. Even though both were panting hard, both were prepared to fight to the death. "It's alright, this is Strider he was sent by Gandalf" said Frodo pointing at the man.
"If he is truly Strider, then he shall state his real name." I whirled around to see Navalle standing in the doorway. I didn't even hear her come, and by the looks of it no one else heard her. As I looked at her I could have easily mistaken her for an elf, she was so beautiful and yet she seemed fragile somehow.
"Do my eyes deceive me? Am I in the presence of an elven maiden?" the man said. Navalle smiled sweetly at his statement but merely shook her head and said gently, "I am no elf, but a mere lady. My name is Navalle and you are?" " Aragorn son of Arathorn" he replied. She nodded, and walked over to Frodo and rested her hand on his shoulder.
Her gaze did not falter from Strider as she stood there by Frodo but as she told us that it was not safe to stay in this room her whole body just seemed to have an aura in inexplicable beauty. She explained that the Nazgul, or black riders were ever drawn to the One Ring's power, and could feel it the easiest when the ring is being used. With a firm hand she led Frodo out of the room followed closely by Strider and me, and last in this odd assortment of people was Merry then Pippin.
This young lady whom I had mistaken for an elf, showed wisdom beyond her years, for I have never before come across a maiden who knew much lore about Mordor. I watched her as she led the hobbit down the hall and into another room; she made no noise when she walked.
"Tell me Lady Navalle, why is it that you appear to be an elf yet you are not?" " You are asking a woman who can not answer your question" she replied, " now we must sleep, for tomorrow we must head out, we can not wait for Gandalf." The hobbits only gasped while I was slightly startled by the girl's remark.
With this the girl laid down onto the wooden floor, closed her eyes and immedietly fell asleep. The hobbits followed her example and went into deep sleep. I stood awake and watching for the creatures of Sauron. It puzzled me that a young girl like Lady Navalle could act in many ways like an elf.
Staring out the window, I listened to the rain pouring down, carts being pulled by exhausted horses while their masters yelled for them to move faster. I turned towards the bodies on lying on the floor, I watched their chests rise and fall, while two of them were kicking one another.
I slept only for a short while. I don't know why I have such a hard time sleeping, maybe it's the dream I keep having, if you could call it a dream. I'm standing in an eternal dark, yet as look I around I spot a small glowing light. I walk towards it. I get closer to it and find that the light is someone or something, but before I can make out whom it is I awake abruptly.
I slowly sat up and looked around, and I wasn't surprised to find that Aragorn was watching me; I looked up at his face and our eyes met. For a moment we stared at one another, but I cut it off when I heard screeches that made my blood run cold. A shudder ran down my spine when I realized what made those screeches.
All of the hobbits woke with a start; Aragorn only looked out into the night. "What are they?" cried Sam " They were once great kings of men, before Sauron the Deceiver gave them nine rings of power. Now, they are his slaves and are ever drawn to the one ring," replied Strider, " we must leave now."
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I know I know, it's a short chapter, but I'll make it to you loyal readers.
Any way it seems to me that Navalle might have some elven blood.
Ok question, do you want her to eventually become an elf or just appear to be an elf?
The moment I saw Frodo get dragged upstairs by the man, I grabbed the first thing that I touched; a broom. I ran upstairs brandishing the broom like a sword, and went crashing into the room where I heard the man talking to Frodo.
"Let him go or I'll-I'll fight you" I stammered. The man just smiled at me and said, "you have courage, but it won't save from the evil of Mordor." This man was tall, wore a dark brown tunic that was covered in dirt and the like, over the tunic was a green cloak covered in the same substance as the tunic. His face was worn but showed that he was in his middle ages; he had dark brown hair that was unkempt and hasn't been washed in a long while. The eyes of this man were light mottle brown, yet showed a great deal of wisdom.
In a wave of bumps and prods, Merry and Pippin came ramming into the doorway cying Frodo's name. Pippin had a chair in his hand while Merry had a candlestick with recently burnt out candles. Even though both were panting hard, both were prepared to fight to the death. "It's alright, this is Strider he was sent by Gandalf" said Frodo pointing at the man.
"If he is truly Strider, then he shall state his real name." I whirled around to see Navalle standing in the doorway. I didn't even hear her come, and by the looks of it no one else heard her. As I looked at her I could have easily mistaken her for an elf, she was so beautiful and yet she seemed fragile somehow.
"Do my eyes deceive me? Am I in the presence of an elven maiden?" the man said. Navalle smiled sweetly at his statement but merely shook her head and said gently, "I am no elf, but a mere lady. My name is Navalle and you are?" " Aragorn son of Arathorn" he replied. She nodded, and walked over to Frodo and rested her hand on his shoulder.
Her gaze did not falter from Strider as she stood there by Frodo but as she told us that it was not safe to stay in this room her whole body just seemed to have an aura in inexplicable beauty. She explained that the Nazgul, or black riders were ever drawn to the One Ring's power, and could feel it the easiest when the ring is being used. With a firm hand she led Frodo out of the room followed closely by Strider and me, and last in this odd assortment of people was Merry then Pippin.
This young lady whom I had mistaken for an elf, showed wisdom beyond her years, for I have never before come across a maiden who knew much lore about Mordor. I watched her as she led the hobbit down the hall and into another room; she made no noise when she walked.
"Tell me Lady Navalle, why is it that you appear to be an elf yet you are not?" " You are asking a woman who can not answer your question" she replied, " now we must sleep, for tomorrow we must head out, we can not wait for Gandalf." The hobbits only gasped while I was slightly startled by the girl's remark.
With this the girl laid down onto the wooden floor, closed her eyes and immedietly fell asleep. The hobbits followed her example and went into deep sleep. I stood awake and watching for the creatures of Sauron. It puzzled me that a young girl like Lady Navalle could act in many ways like an elf.
Staring out the window, I listened to the rain pouring down, carts being pulled by exhausted horses while their masters yelled for them to move faster. I turned towards the bodies on lying on the floor, I watched their chests rise and fall, while two of them were kicking one another.
I slept only for a short while. I don't know why I have such a hard time sleeping, maybe it's the dream I keep having, if you could call it a dream. I'm standing in an eternal dark, yet as look I around I spot a small glowing light. I walk towards it. I get closer to it and find that the light is someone or something, but before I can make out whom it is I awake abruptly.
I slowly sat up and looked around, and I wasn't surprised to find that Aragorn was watching me; I looked up at his face and our eyes met. For a moment we stared at one another, but I cut it off when I heard screeches that made my blood run cold. A shudder ran down my spine when I realized what made those screeches.
All of the hobbits woke with a start; Aragorn only looked out into the night. "What are they?" cried Sam " They were once great kings of men, before Sauron the Deceiver gave them nine rings of power. Now, they are his slaves and are ever drawn to the one ring," replied Strider, " we must leave now."
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I know I know, it's a short chapter, but I'll make it to you loyal readers.
Any way it seems to me that Navalle might have some elven blood.
Ok question, do you want her to eventually become an elf or just appear to be an elf?