A/n so sorry this took so long but I had an early B-day party and I went on
a family trip. And to any who have B-days coming up or recently celebrated
(that means you Archer) Happy Birthday!!!
Chapter 17 Departure of Frodo
Two days passed with company of the elven warrior, and silence pursued us relentlessly. I exchanged a few words with Glorfindel, but they were soft spoken and quickly said. I stared down at the ground, ignoring the side- glances Pippin and Merry occasionally gave me, while Sam scowled at them for their rude behavior. Nothing matter much to right except Frodo's well being, he was after all, a dear friend to me. I had no 'dream contact' from my mother since Amon Hen, and I began to get worried.
I remembered a few things about Middle-Earth, and the book in my pack wasn't helping. I had the feeling that at one point, I knew more than I did now. If I concentrated hard enough I would get some names and a few images like Mirkwood, Gondor and Rohan, but otherwise, I didn't know much else. My mother had said that I would remember my past life but so far, I got no such luck at all. I growled silently in frustration, for the Glorfindel seemed familiar but I couldn't quite place where I've heard it before. Tossing my dirty-blonde hair back, I walked on with my thoughts to ponder over.
(Pippin)
I still could what had happened over the last few days. Frodo, injured by those horrible Black Riders, and if he doesn't get to Rivendell in time, he'll be lost to us. Now, Navalle, an elf, now that was a shock, it was kind of strange that her lightened up and she became more light-footed. I thought might have been dyed like some of Hobbit lasses do back in the Shire. In the case of her light-footedness, I thought that she had just picked that up from Strider, being the fact he walks almost silently, but I was mistaken yet again.
My ears picked the sound of Frodo moaning in pain, and squirmed in concern, though I did not think I was anywhere near as concerned as Sam was, nor Navalle. Sam was a dear and faithful friend to my cousin, and I wouldn't be surprised if he would jump off a cliff if Frodo asked him to. My stomach growled in protest for missing elevenses, all I could do about was take the rumblings and hope that we would stop soon. Merry nudged me in the side to get my attention. Looking at him questioningly, I wondered what he wanted.
"Mind telling you hungry stomach to be quiet?" he said quietly with an amused smirk on his lips, but his eyes contained fear and worry in their depths.
"What can I do about Merry? I'm hungry." I stated while crossing my arms and glaring at him, waiting for a reply. He gave me no reply; he turned his head towards Frodo and sighed. I frowned; I looked down at my feet and the frozen ground and fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. I didn't know how far we from Rivendell, but I hoped it was near, I don't know how much longer Frodo could hold out. We trudged on through the gloomy forest until night came to swallow us up into it black grip.
(Navalle, dreaming)
I walked amongst the golden branches of the Lorien dream world. I smiled when I caught sight of my mother. It widened to a grin when I saw her wearing a pair of white hip-hugging jeans and a black T-shirt that had a Japanese anime character with purple hair, blue eyes, a line for a nose and a mouth that was barely visible. I was thankful that I wasn't wearing a dress, even if I was fond of dresses. Glancing down at myself, I smiled when found that I was wearing my favorite pair of jeans and my shirt that had the American flag on it.
"Navadriel," said my mother with a smile on her face, "finally I'm able to see you." she frown at this point, "but only for a short time." She sat down, cross-legged on the grass and patted the ground beside her, motioning for to sit beside her. I flop to the next to her. Sighing to my self, and gearing my self up for the questions I was about to ask her, I open my mouth to speak.
"Mother," I begin looking at her straight in the eye, "may I ask you as to why my foster father's guns came along with me for the ride back to Middle- Earth and why does Glorfindel sounds so familiar?" She closed her eyes sighed, nodding her head up and down.
"I expected you would similar question sooner or later," she began quietly, with her eyes still closed, "I am not sure exactly why those things you call guns came with, much as I can't tell why, when you were a baby, that some Mallorn leaves and your crib went with you when I sent you to that world." She stopped a moment to look at me before continuing, "the reason why the name Glorfindel sounds so familiar is that when you were about a hundred or so, you met Glorfindel when he came to Lorien for a visit." She smiled at me and spoke up again, "both of you became friends. Often you two could be found riding through Lorien in the early morn." I couldn't remember anything of that, but I wished I would remember it soon. Looking at my mother, I found that she wasn't there and that the forest had faded away, leaving me in the dark.
I awoke with a start, before even getting up; I heard screeches and hoof beat near by. Jumping to my feet in alarm, I saw Glorfindel run past me with his bow in his hands. The white horse was retreating off in the distance, my heart quivered in fear as the Black Riders came crashing through brush and chased after Frodo. I pulled my handguns out of the holsters, took aim, and fired. The blast had become painfully loud to my elven ears, and definitely by the looks of it, Glorfindel thought the same way. My shot had struck the lead Nazgul, but the rider took no notice of the new hole I had placed in his foul cloak. I watched with fear as the creatures disappeared into the dawning horizon after the injured hobbit.
"Navadriel!" cried Glorfindel. Snapping back to reality, I look at him with a dazed and frightened look on my face. "Come on, we must hurry!" nodding dully, I bend and grab my pack and run after the hobbits, Glorfindel and Aragorn.
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Chapter 17 Departure of Frodo
Two days passed with company of the elven warrior, and silence pursued us relentlessly. I exchanged a few words with Glorfindel, but they were soft spoken and quickly said. I stared down at the ground, ignoring the side- glances Pippin and Merry occasionally gave me, while Sam scowled at them for their rude behavior. Nothing matter much to right except Frodo's well being, he was after all, a dear friend to me. I had no 'dream contact' from my mother since Amon Hen, and I began to get worried.
I remembered a few things about Middle-Earth, and the book in my pack wasn't helping. I had the feeling that at one point, I knew more than I did now. If I concentrated hard enough I would get some names and a few images like Mirkwood, Gondor and Rohan, but otherwise, I didn't know much else. My mother had said that I would remember my past life but so far, I got no such luck at all. I growled silently in frustration, for the Glorfindel seemed familiar but I couldn't quite place where I've heard it before. Tossing my dirty-blonde hair back, I walked on with my thoughts to ponder over.
(Pippin)
I still could what had happened over the last few days. Frodo, injured by those horrible Black Riders, and if he doesn't get to Rivendell in time, he'll be lost to us. Now, Navalle, an elf, now that was a shock, it was kind of strange that her lightened up and she became more light-footed. I thought might have been dyed like some of Hobbit lasses do back in the Shire. In the case of her light-footedness, I thought that she had just picked that up from Strider, being the fact he walks almost silently, but I was mistaken yet again.
My ears picked the sound of Frodo moaning in pain, and squirmed in concern, though I did not think I was anywhere near as concerned as Sam was, nor Navalle. Sam was a dear and faithful friend to my cousin, and I wouldn't be surprised if he would jump off a cliff if Frodo asked him to. My stomach growled in protest for missing elevenses, all I could do about was take the rumblings and hope that we would stop soon. Merry nudged me in the side to get my attention. Looking at him questioningly, I wondered what he wanted.
"Mind telling you hungry stomach to be quiet?" he said quietly with an amused smirk on his lips, but his eyes contained fear and worry in their depths.
"What can I do about Merry? I'm hungry." I stated while crossing my arms and glaring at him, waiting for a reply. He gave me no reply; he turned his head towards Frodo and sighed. I frowned; I looked down at my feet and the frozen ground and fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. I didn't know how far we from Rivendell, but I hoped it was near, I don't know how much longer Frodo could hold out. We trudged on through the gloomy forest until night came to swallow us up into it black grip.
(Navalle, dreaming)
I walked amongst the golden branches of the Lorien dream world. I smiled when I caught sight of my mother. It widened to a grin when I saw her wearing a pair of white hip-hugging jeans and a black T-shirt that had a Japanese anime character with purple hair, blue eyes, a line for a nose and a mouth that was barely visible. I was thankful that I wasn't wearing a dress, even if I was fond of dresses. Glancing down at myself, I smiled when found that I was wearing my favorite pair of jeans and my shirt that had the American flag on it.
"Navadriel," said my mother with a smile on her face, "finally I'm able to see you." she frown at this point, "but only for a short time." She sat down, cross-legged on the grass and patted the ground beside her, motioning for to sit beside her. I flop to the next to her. Sighing to my self, and gearing my self up for the questions I was about to ask her, I open my mouth to speak.
"Mother," I begin looking at her straight in the eye, "may I ask you as to why my foster father's guns came along with me for the ride back to Middle- Earth and why does Glorfindel sounds so familiar?" She closed her eyes sighed, nodding her head up and down.
"I expected you would similar question sooner or later," she began quietly, with her eyes still closed, "I am not sure exactly why those things you call guns came with, much as I can't tell why, when you were a baby, that some Mallorn leaves and your crib went with you when I sent you to that world." She stopped a moment to look at me before continuing, "the reason why the name Glorfindel sounds so familiar is that when you were about a hundred or so, you met Glorfindel when he came to Lorien for a visit." She smiled at me and spoke up again, "both of you became friends. Often you two could be found riding through Lorien in the early morn." I couldn't remember anything of that, but I wished I would remember it soon. Looking at my mother, I found that she wasn't there and that the forest had faded away, leaving me in the dark.
I awoke with a start, before even getting up; I heard screeches and hoof beat near by. Jumping to my feet in alarm, I saw Glorfindel run past me with his bow in his hands. The white horse was retreating off in the distance, my heart quivered in fear as the Black Riders came crashing through brush and chased after Frodo. I pulled my handguns out of the holsters, took aim, and fired. The blast had become painfully loud to my elven ears, and definitely by the looks of it, Glorfindel thought the same way. My shot had struck the lead Nazgul, but the rider took no notice of the new hole I had placed in his foul cloak. I watched with fear as the creatures disappeared into the dawning horizon after the injured hobbit.
"Navadriel!" cried Glorfindel. Snapping back to reality, I look at him with a dazed and frightened look on my face. "Come on, we must hurry!" nodding dully, I bend and grab my pack and run after the hobbits, Glorfindel and Aragorn.
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