*****The Tenth Member*****
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Summary and Genre: See first chapter
Chapter 2 Talking to friends Part I
" Lo Aragorn." Lain stated literally bouncing off the walls " Uh. Lain why do you have swords, bows, and arrows etc.?" Aragorn quizzed "Oh. My outfit? Uh Elrond can explain that to you. So mellon // friend// how is life for you?" "Fine if it ahs to be. I am afraid yet eager for task ahead." " I see. Change is in the air for all of us you will see. But change can be good in a way. I feel sorry for the hobbit who has to bear the hardships of the ring." " Same for me Lain. But Frodo is a strong boy. He knows what is right and wrong. I am still wary of what will happen to him as the journey goes on. The ring does have a mind of it own." " Very true Aragorn. Remember how it betrayed Isildur to his death? Frodo does show great resilience to the evil of the ring though. I am amazed at that." Lain marveled in awe. " Ditto. But he almost failed himself at Weathertop. I am glad Arwen helped him. Plus she arrived not a moment to soon. Otherwise we would've Frodo would've become a wraith like them." Aragorn shuddered as he remembered the Nazgul. " I shudder to think what would've happened if he did turn into a wraith. Pippin told me of your exploits on Weathertop. Battling the Nazgul single-handedly with fire of course. I wish I could on my own. It's not fair. Bilbo Baggins was a hobbit and got to go on an adventure. Why can't I? I wan to go with you Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo, and Gimli. Not to mention Gandalf. Oh how is wish." Lain pouted. " Damn!" Aragorn cursed. " What is it Aragorn?" Lain quizzed. " I cut myself with my sword. Stupid blade, stupid self. I should've known I would have done this." " Ha ha. Stupidity won over the Ranger of the North and heir to the throne of Gondor. You should be more careful with that blade Aragorn. It can hurt you. By the way those thing to tend to be sharp." Lain explained to the cursing Ranger. " Lets go get Elrond to fix that for you." "I'll.. Be. fine." Aragorn hissed while wincing in pain. " Well I guess I won't be seeing you for a long while. So I guess its goodbye." "Not for long though. I might just see you." Lain whispered. " What did you say?" " Nothing. Nothing at all. Well goodbye my stubborn Dunedan mellon."
" Fickle elf." As the Ranger left the woods in which the two friends were talking in, Lain fell back into the woods. She lay there letting the sunlight warm her skin. Little did she know Arwen was watching her.
TBC.
This is my first tome writing on Fanfiction, so please send me reviews on how I did.
Disclaimer: See first chapter
Summary and Genre: See first chapter
Chapter 2 Talking to friends Part I
" Lo Aragorn." Lain stated literally bouncing off the walls " Uh. Lain why do you have swords, bows, and arrows etc.?" Aragorn quizzed "Oh. My outfit? Uh Elrond can explain that to you. So mellon // friend// how is life for you?" "Fine if it ahs to be. I am afraid yet eager for task ahead." " I see. Change is in the air for all of us you will see. But change can be good in a way. I feel sorry for the hobbit who has to bear the hardships of the ring." " Same for me Lain. But Frodo is a strong boy. He knows what is right and wrong. I am still wary of what will happen to him as the journey goes on. The ring does have a mind of it own." " Very true Aragorn. Remember how it betrayed Isildur to his death? Frodo does show great resilience to the evil of the ring though. I am amazed at that." Lain marveled in awe. " Ditto. But he almost failed himself at Weathertop. I am glad Arwen helped him. Plus she arrived not a moment to soon. Otherwise we would've Frodo would've become a wraith like them." Aragorn shuddered as he remembered the Nazgul. " I shudder to think what would've happened if he did turn into a wraith. Pippin told me of your exploits on Weathertop. Battling the Nazgul single-handedly with fire of course. I wish I could on my own. It's not fair. Bilbo Baggins was a hobbit and got to go on an adventure. Why can't I? I wan to go with you Legolas, Merry, Pippin, Sam, Frodo, and Gimli. Not to mention Gandalf. Oh how is wish." Lain pouted. " Damn!" Aragorn cursed. " What is it Aragorn?" Lain quizzed. " I cut myself with my sword. Stupid blade, stupid self. I should've known I would have done this." " Ha ha. Stupidity won over the Ranger of the North and heir to the throne of Gondor. You should be more careful with that blade Aragorn. It can hurt you. By the way those thing to tend to be sharp." Lain explained to the cursing Ranger. " Lets go get Elrond to fix that for you." "I'll.. Be. fine." Aragorn hissed while wincing in pain. " Well I guess I won't be seeing you for a long while. So I guess its goodbye." "Not for long though. I might just see you." Lain whispered. " What did you say?" " Nothing. Nothing at all. Well goodbye my stubborn Dunedan mellon."
" Fickle elf." As the Ranger left the woods in which the two friends were talking in, Lain fell back into the woods. She lay there letting the sunlight warm her skin. Little did she know Arwen was watching her.
TBC.
This is my first tome writing on Fanfiction, so please send me reviews on how I did.