AN::
Somehow, I never got the clue that Aragorn was *THAT* much older; false interpretation, and false presentation! *mutters* What a wonderful Peter Jackson to have some forty-year-old man act as someone who should be eighty- seven. (AND he's swinging a sword? Scary, but not as scary as Elrond in purple instead of autumn.)
Anyways, thanks to all of your positive responds to my beta reader request! Love you all. And I am still not sure whether I should do a mailing list, not much people have asked for one. But you know, if you DO request, I WILL do it; as soon as I am sure that most everyone agrees.
And I still have to thank my beautiful reviewers; you really taught me that reviews boost egos. No wonder all the other writers beg for it! (Jk)
~ Pucca O(^.^)O
(( *Sakura slaps Caroline for writing ch5 so slow* *Caroline cries to George* *George comforts Caroline and..ahem* *Sakura looks disturbed and Li whispered something into her ear* *They locked themselves in the bathroom and..ahem* Once again, our favorite couples are lost in paradise. ))
PS. George is still my lover! (I'm sorry; putting this here just makes me feel better.)
..::.. Sunlit Topaz ..::..
..::.. Chapter Five ..::..
..::.. ..::..
Such eyes that were ignited with fierceness seemed somehow empty behind those strong emotions entranced me. They were greener than the first sprouting on the first of spring. They were dazzling, piercing at the slouch on the ground who happens to be Grima Wormtongue.
Why was this perfect imprint figure of a man wasting his brilliant eyes on such a defect of society? The world may never know.
I let out a quick breath and quickly collected myself. Fingering that necklace tightly, I realized I had been staring intently through the shadows. I turned away quickly and blushed, hoping the darkness would hide me.
Had he seen me? I felt giddy and very girl-like as if I were eleven again and had just spotted my childhood crush tending horses. Gathering myself, I scolded at my unusual behavior; this was not how a leader should act.
I closely watched the old man as he sternly slammed his staff upon the polished marble. There seem to be such a dynamic disagreement between my dear uncle and the daring foreigner. I rushed out of the shadows, seeing that my old uncle was laughing like a maniac and trying to spit venom at the guests with his opaque milky eyes. He doubled over backwards and laughed even more in a bittersweet manner.
Is this the end of Rohan? Their ruler dying as a lunatic? I wanted to run to his side, to aid him from his fall. Now that everyone has abandoned him, it was me who had to support him. Yet, I could not, seeing that Aragorn and the elf had caught me.
For a split second, I marveled at the strength in the lithe arms of the elf. But something was happening. My uncle turned from the white haired, blind eyed, old wobbly man to what he had been a long time ago. A faint light shone from the heavens once again. A king at the height of his power, standing tall and proud in his many layers of fur and clothing. He flexed his right fist, not able to believe what had came over him.
"Perhaps, milord, you fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped a sword-hilt (1)." Aragorn, the lord of lords, raised a glittering sword hilt with the Mark crested upon it towards him. The king took it in his hands and pulled it out of its sheath, intrigued at the genuine glow it emitted. The elf let go of me, and we stood in silence, gazing at a king who was as wise as he is stern.
I quickly revived my actual social status and stood off to the side, watching my uncle deal with that pathetic fool Wormtongue. He was kicked out of Rohan for good. The rest of the company followed the king to where the platform rose above the common ground. And all of us watched with anticipated breaths as Wormtongue was banished.
Everything was happening so fast, I was so lost amongst my own personal feelings. But I did know that now everything was going to be alright. I no longer had to lead my people into uncharted waters; my uncle now took care of that. Somehow, I knew that everything was going to be easier now, just by a little. The sun would shine again, through the peephole of my world.
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1. Taken from Two Towers, pg. 129 of the edition w/a picture of Saurman the White on the front.
Somehow, I never got the clue that Aragorn was *THAT* much older; false interpretation, and false presentation! *mutters* What a wonderful Peter Jackson to have some forty-year-old man act as someone who should be eighty- seven. (AND he's swinging a sword? Scary, but not as scary as Elrond in purple instead of autumn.)
Anyways, thanks to all of your positive responds to my beta reader request! Love you all. And I am still not sure whether I should do a mailing list, not much people have asked for one. But you know, if you DO request, I WILL do it; as soon as I am sure that most everyone agrees.
And I still have to thank my beautiful reviewers; you really taught me that reviews boost egos. No wonder all the other writers beg for it! (Jk)
~ Pucca O(^.^)O
(( *Sakura slaps Caroline for writing ch5 so slow* *Caroline cries to George* *George comforts Caroline and..ahem* *Sakura looks disturbed and Li whispered something into her ear* *They locked themselves in the bathroom and..ahem* Once again, our favorite couples are lost in paradise. ))
PS. George is still my lover! (I'm sorry; putting this here just makes me feel better.)
..::.. Sunlit Topaz ..::..
..::.. Chapter Five ..::..
..::.. ..::..
Such eyes that were ignited with fierceness seemed somehow empty behind those strong emotions entranced me. They were greener than the first sprouting on the first of spring. They were dazzling, piercing at the slouch on the ground who happens to be Grima Wormtongue.
Why was this perfect imprint figure of a man wasting his brilliant eyes on such a defect of society? The world may never know.
I let out a quick breath and quickly collected myself. Fingering that necklace tightly, I realized I had been staring intently through the shadows. I turned away quickly and blushed, hoping the darkness would hide me.
Had he seen me? I felt giddy and very girl-like as if I were eleven again and had just spotted my childhood crush tending horses. Gathering myself, I scolded at my unusual behavior; this was not how a leader should act.
I closely watched the old man as he sternly slammed his staff upon the polished marble. There seem to be such a dynamic disagreement between my dear uncle and the daring foreigner. I rushed out of the shadows, seeing that my old uncle was laughing like a maniac and trying to spit venom at the guests with his opaque milky eyes. He doubled over backwards and laughed even more in a bittersweet manner.
Is this the end of Rohan? Their ruler dying as a lunatic? I wanted to run to his side, to aid him from his fall. Now that everyone has abandoned him, it was me who had to support him. Yet, I could not, seeing that Aragorn and the elf had caught me.
For a split second, I marveled at the strength in the lithe arms of the elf. But something was happening. My uncle turned from the white haired, blind eyed, old wobbly man to what he had been a long time ago. A faint light shone from the heavens once again. A king at the height of his power, standing tall and proud in his many layers of fur and clothing. He flexed his right fist, not able to believe what had came over him.
"Perhaps, milord, you fingers would remember their old strength better if they grasped a sword-hilt (1)." Aragorn, the lord of lords, raised a glittering sword hilt with the Mark crested upon it towards him. The king took it in his hands and pulled it out of its sheath, intrigued at the genuine glow it emitted. The elf let go of me, and we stood in silence, gazing at a king who was as wise as he is stern.
I quickly revived my actual social status and stood off to the side, watching my uncle deal with that pathetic fool Wormtongue. He was kicked out of Rohan for good. The rest of the company followed the king to where the platform rose above the common ground. And all of us watched with anticipated breaths as Wormtongue was banished.
Everything was happening so fast, I was so lost amongst my own personal feelings. But I did know that now everything was going to be alright. I no longer had to lead my people into uncharted waters; my uncle now took care of that. Somehow, I knew that everything was going to be easier now, just by a little. The sun would shine again, through the peephole of my world.
-=-=-=-=-
1. Taken from Two Towers, pg. 129 of the edition w/a picture of Saurman the White on the front.