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forget to review! Flamers will be accepted for this one ok? *runs and goes
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White Angel Chapter Eight Daddy is Here
Aragorn was again standing at the place where Eodwyn's body print lay. He leaned down close to the ground and listened long and carefully, closing his eyes. The earth cried out things to him but the cries were faint and he knew the orcs were already a good day's chase away. Aragorn smiled, he had the strongest horse with him. The horse was tall and muscular and was purely white with a grey mane. His name was Araukadal and it meant swiftfoot in elvish.
Aragorn walked again to the spot where he found the tiny dagger and took it out of the bag on the horse. He examined it closely, noting the large amount of orc blood spattered and stained on it. He held it to his chest and closed his eyes, sending mental messages to his daughter, sending messages of hope and telling her to hold on. He knew his daughter was strong, but she was very young and without weapons, Aragorn feared for her life.
He walked back to his horse and mounted him, sighing as he rode off in a swift gallop. He silently promised that he would not stop to eat or rest until he had his daughter safely in his arms again. and alive.
He followed the large and obvious prints of the orcs through the endless barren fields that lay between Minas Tirith and Osgiliath. He feared he would have to go across the river. But to do that he would have to go through Osgiliath and the orcs would not dare go through another city and risk getting completely wiped out.
So Aragorn followed the tracks for a few uneventful hours without slowing down or resting or eating. He continued at the fastest possible speed, watching the ground ahead and still holding the dagger to his chest with one hand. Beads of sweat poured down his forehead but he did not try to wipe them away or clean himself up.
Finally he came to a stop and bent low to the ground, listening closely. He had gained on them greatly and their steps were closer now. He wasn't close enough to see them yet, but they were definitely near. They had curved slightly, away from the river, due northeast now instead of directly east. Aragorn stood up and looked about and sighed. If only Legolas were here, he could see everything within a hundred miles as if it were in front of his face.
Aragorn mounted his horse and began to ride at the same rapid pace he had set earlier, and continued to travel without tiring into the growing darkness. *****
Eodwyn opened her eyes and looked around. She blinked in the sunlight and realized suddenly that she was moving. She was slung over the shoulder of a smelly black creature that ran quickly and roughly. Eodwyn tried as hard as she could not to scream and instead let out a tiny whimper as unwanted tears rolled down her cheeks.
How could she have been so daft as to go into battle like that? She put herself in the face of death, and now she would have to confront it. She remembered the look of terror on her mother's face when she realized her daughter was fighting. She remembered the pain in her eyes as she watched Eodwyn be teased and tortured by the orcs.
Eodwyn let out a sob and realized her hands and feet were bound tightly so that she could not escape. Eodwyn felt weak, hungry, and sore. Suddenly the orcs halted and threw her to the ground roughly. She cried out helplessly and curled into a ball. She heard the orcs speaking to each other in their own language. It was a horrible language and it sound sharp and evil.
The orcs stopped talking and suddenly Eodwyn felt strong hands forcing her to sit up. She sat there and an orc that was taller and stronger than the others walked up and towered over her. He bent down and brought a hand up to stroke Eodwyn's face. She turned away sharply and he instead grabbed her face, digging his sharp fingernails into her cheeks until they bled and bruised. Eodwyn whimpered in pain as more tears poured down her face.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing." The orc said. His breath smelled horrible and his voice was more like a deep hiss than a voice. "I am going to have so much fun with you." He said, bringing his face close to hers and then letting go of her face by throwing her back into a lying position. She took a sharp intake of breath and struggled against the bonds restraining her movement. The large orc grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and held her down.
"Don't be afraid. It'll only hurt worse if you struggle." He said in her ear.
He held up a long jagged knife in front of her face and Eodwyn screamed as loud as her lungs could manage. "DAAAAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYY!" *****
Aragorn looked up at the sun sinking lower and lower under the horizon. He was going to travel all night without rest if he did not find her. He had found that the orcs had paused twice, and both times he found his daughter's body print. The second time he also found Eodwyn's blood, still red and smelling fresh. He grimaced and moved on. *****
The orcs had freaked out when she screamed for her father and they had moved on. This time, though, Eodwyn was also gagged along with not being able to move. They traveled swiftly for a few more hours until the first hint of sunset was falling.
They once again threw her roughly to the ground and the orcs circled around her. The leader came through them a sneered down at Eodwyn.
"This time you can't scream little one." he hissed, kneeling down over her and taking out the long jagged knife.
Eodwyn felt anger sear through her body and she tried to speak through the gag but it only came out as a muffled shout. The orcs laughed. The leader motioned to one of the orcs in the circle and Eodwyn's mouth gag was released.
"What did you say little girl?" The leader growled.
"I said, my daddy is going to save me and when he does you'll be sorry!" She squeaked. The orcs laughed again, including the leader.
"And who is your father? A scrawny pitiful peasant who crawls on the streets begging for money? If this be true your father is dead. We slew all who blocked our path without mercy or pity."
"My daddy is the King of Gondor and I am of the line of the Great Kings! My daddy never gives up and when he finds me he will slay all of you with one stroke. He would never be slain by a band of orcs so weak as yourselves!" She spat. A few orcs laughed again, a few shuddered and looked around nervously. The leader scowled and held up the knife.
He roughly covered her mouth to keep her from screaming and growled, "Nobody calls me weak! I do not care what blood line you are from! You are only a small frail child and I will have much fun breaking you."
Eodwyn's eyes widened in fear as she struggled in vain to get free. The leader brought his knife down and slowly sliced Eodwyn's arms so that the blood slowly dripped to the ground. Eodwyn's eyes filled with tears and she shut them tight, letting out a muffled scream of agony and began to sob.
The orc leader did all this with a sick smile on his twisted face, and he sliced her three times on each arm so that Eodwyn was covered in her own blood. Then the leader moved the knife to above Eodwyn's pale chest and slowly sliced a shallow line from collarbone to collarbone, and put his knife away.
"That'll teach you to call me weak." He hissed in Eodwyn's ear. He let go of her and she let out a soft moan of pain, writhing from side to side in agony as her blood continued to spill from the deep wounds on her arms and the line on her chest.
The leader stood and threw Eodwyn over his own shoulder and ran off. He knew she would keep her mouth shut from now on. *****
The sky was completely black and the moon was small, only a tiny sliver of white in the distance. Aragorn dismounted his horse and bent down on his hands and knees. He could almost smell the foul flesh of the orcs. he could hear them so near but yet they seemed so far away. As long as they had Eodwyn they were too far away.
He grabbed his horses reigns and began to crawl, following the footsteps while his horse followed wearily.
He crawled on like this for hours, coming only a few leagues before the sun rose. When the pale light of dawn was in the sky he mounted his horse and leaned low, following the tracks now swifter. They had the advantage at night, as they were made to fear the light of day.
He urged his horse forward with all the speed he could manage and by the time the sun was fully risen he had already come ten leagues. He stopped for a moment and looked down at another spot where the orcs had obviously stopped again. Blood was again next to a tiny child's body print.
Aragorn felt a surge of anger and fear. He jumped on his horse and once again galloped as swift as Araukadel would go.
By noon he was tiring, but his hopes were rising as he thought he saw a cloud of dust on the horizon of his vision and he went all the more faster to catch up. As he got nearer he saw that they were indeed a small band of weak orcs. He was now within a mile away from them and he drew his sword, beheading all stragglers before they could even shriek.
When he was within the band he began slashing blindly in fury. He killed all who even tried to draw their swords and searched with his eyes for Eodwyn.
"Eodwyn!" He called desperately.
He had finally killed all but two orcs. One was small and weak and Aragorn sliced him easily across the throat. The other was holding a girl with a muddy, tattered, and torn night dress that might've been white once. She had deep gashes across her back, legs, and arms. He looked at the orc with red fire blocking his vision.
The orc was larger and stronger than the other orcs, but he cowered under Aragorn's gaze and placed Eodwyn on the ground at his feet. As he did so Aragorn raised his sword and plunged it deep into the back of the leader. He kicked the leader and he fell back, gasping for breath. Aragorn mercilessly slashed the orc's abdomen and then his arms, legs, and finally slashed his neck as the large orc went limp.
Aragorn ran back to Eodwyn. He ran to his bag and took out some healing oils and wraps with a silk blanket along with another loose and comfortable dress of Eodwyn's. He knelt down next to her pale limp form and began to tend to the many wounds that covered her body. He whispered comforting words in every language he knew, from Sindarin to Westron to Quenyan and Common. He didn't know whether he was comforting Eodwyn or himself.
Aragorn stripped Eodwyn of her dirty clothing and gently wrapped the blanket around her frail form. He took her into his arms and cradled her close to his chest. He sang lullabies while he kissed her forehead and cheeks every few moments. Warm silent tears ran down his cheeks and he reached up a shaky hand to her pale freckled cheek.
"I love you, Eodwyn." He whispered.
She stirred a bit, moaning and whimpering softly when she moved. Aragorn cradled her closer, keeping her warm and she opened her eyes slowly. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and feared clouded them. She began to whimper and struggle against Aragorn, but Aragorn held her closer.
"Shhh, Eodwyn. Eodwyn I am here. It's daddy, you are safe now. Hush little one relax." Eodwyn slowly calmed down and began coughing and shaking uncontrollably. She clutched at Aragorn's shirt and huddled closer to him, still seizing and shaking. Her eyes began to roll back in her head.
Aragorn held a hand on Eodwyn's head and closed his eyes, focusing all his mind on healing Eodwyn. After a few moments she stopped shaking and coughing and her breathing slowed to a slow and steady pace. Her eyes closed and her muscles relaxed. Aragorn opened his eyes and looked down at the peacefully sleeping form of his daughter.
He put his things back in the bag and mounted his horse with Eodwyn wrapped in the blanket.
He looked down at Eodwyn and kissed her forehead once more. "Sleep well, little one." He whispered. He held her close to him with one hand, and with the other urged his horse into a steady canter back towards Minas Tirith. *****
Do you know how hard this is to write? My gosh who thought writing was so complicated? Well don't hate me.
Review.
And I am going to thank my reviewers from now on, something I have neglected to do.
Jellylady- first of all get your story updated (the Legolas Aragorn Eowyn one)! Secondly, Yes I know Eowyn was a horrible mother. but I feel bad for making Aragorn hit her!
Nemiwea- a new reviewer! (love those) *wink wink hint hint* Well here is your update. save it to your disk!
Zelda- Hey thank you very much that was a nice review! Enchanted is a kewl word! I think I like it.
Nihtfyr- Arwen isn't really stupid. just kind of pointless in the plot of the story. so I removed her. Aragorn isn't an idiotic ranger! He is my lil mortal hottie! Eowyn was being stupid and acting like a child! It is her fault!
Emily- always my faithful reviewer! I know it was her fault.
Elbereth- That thought never occurred to me! How would you incorporate it into your story (which I am a big fan of might I add)? But Aragorn had a reason you know. Just try to think about the person you love most and think about finding out he/she is missing. Wouldn't you just go crazy?
Artemis- Oops! I actually had no clue Eldarion translated to elf son. that's not good! My mistake, no energy to change his name right now though. My grammar is my problem. See when I go back over the chapters I find no errors (because I am not fully trained in Writing, just a beginner really) Maybe I could use a beta reader (No I don't have one)
Someone- This kind of review really annoys me. YES I KNOW THAT ARWEN MARRIES ARAGORN IN THE BOOK! This is MY STORY, I will tell it MY WAY! Thank you and please get a login name.
Thanks to everyone!
Cerasi
White Angel Chapter Eight Daddy is Here
Aragorn was again standing at the place where Eodwyn's body print lay. He leaned down close to the ground and listened long and carefully, closing his eyes. The earth cried out things to him but the cries were faint and he knew the orcs were already a good day's chase away. Aragorn smiled, he had the strongest horse with him. The horse was tall and muscular and was purely white with a grey mane. His name was Araukadal and it meant swiftfoot in elvish.
Aragorn walked again to the spot where he found the tiny dagger and took it out of the bag on the horse. He examined it closely, noting the large amount of orc blood spattered and stained on it. He held it to his chest and closed his eyes, sending mental messages to his daughter, sending messages of hope and telling her to hold on. He knew his daughter was strong, but she was very young and without weapons, Aragorn feared for her life.
He walked back to his horse and mounted him, sighing as he rode off in a swift gallop. He silently promised that he would not stop to eat or rest until he had his daughter safely in his arms again. and alive.
He followed the large and obvious prints of the orcs through the endless barren fields that lay between Minas Tirith and Osgiliath. He feared he would have to go across the river. But to do that he would have to go through Osgiliath and the orcs would not dare go through another city and risk getting completely wiped out.
So Aragorn followed the tracks for a few uneventful hours without slowing down or resting or eating. He continued at the fastest possible speed, watching the ground ahead and still holding the dagger to his chest with one hand. Beads of sweat poured down his forehead but he did not try to wipe them away or clean himself up.
Finally he came to a stop and bent low to the ground, listening closely. He had gained on them greatly and their steps were closer now. He wasn't close enough to see them yet, but they were definitely near. They had curved slightly, away from the river, due northeast now instead of directly east. Aragorn stood up and looked about and sighed. If only Legolas were here, he could see everything within a hundred miles as if it were in front of his face.
Aragorn mounted his horse and began to ride at the same rapid pace he had set earlier, and continued to travel without tiring into the growing darkness. *****
Eodwyn opened her eyes and looked around. She blinked in the sunlight and realized suddenly that she was moving. She was slung over the shoulder of a smelly black creature that ran quickly and roughly. Eodwyn tried as hard as she could not to scream and instead let out a tiny whimper as unwanted tears rolled down her cheeks.
How could she have been so daft as to go into battle like that? She put herself in the face of death, and now she would have to confront it. She remembered the look of terror on her mother's face when she realized her daughter was fighting. She remembered the pain in her eyes as she watched Eodwyn be teased and tortured by the orcs.
Eodwyn let out a sob and realized her hands and feet were bound tightly so that she could not escape. Eodwyn felt weak, hungry, and sore. Suddenly the orcs halted and threw her to the ground roughly. She cried out helplessly and curled into a ball. She heard the orcs speaking to each other in their own language. It was a horrible language and it sound sharp and evil.
The orcs stopped talking and suddenly Eodwyn felt strong hands forcing her to sit up. She sat there and an orc that was taller and stronger than the others walked up and towered over her. He bent down and brought a hand up to stroke Eodwyn's face. She turned away sharply and he instead grabbed her face, digging his sharp fingernails into her cheeks until they bled and bruised. Eodwyn whimpered in pain as more tears poured down her face.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing." The orc said. His breath smelled horrible and his voice was more like a deep hiss than a voice. "I am going to have so much fun with you." He said, bringing his face close to hers and then letting go of her face by throwing her back into a lying position. She took a sharp intake of breath and struggled against the bonds restraining her movement. The large orc grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and held her down.
"Don't be afraid. It'll only hurt worse if you struggle." He said in her ear.
He held up a long jagged knife in front of her face and Eodwyn screamed as loud as her lungs could manage. "DAAAAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYY!" *****
Aragorn looked up at the sun sinking lower and lower under the horizon. He was going to travel all night without rest if he did not find her. He had found that the orcs had paused twice, and both times he found his daughter's body print. The second time he also found Eodwyn's blood, still red and smelling fresh. He grimaced and moved on. *****
The orcs had freaked out when she screamed for her father and they had moved on. This time, though, Eodwyn was also gagged along with not being able to move. They traveled swiftly for a few more hours until the first hint of sunset was falling.
They once again threw her roughly to the ground and the orcs circled around her. The leader came through them a sneered down at Eodwyn.
"This time you can't scream little one." he hissed, kneeling down over her and taking out the long jagged knife.
Eodwyn felt anger sear through her body and she tried to speak through the gag but it only came out as a muffled shout. The orcs laughed. The leader motioned to one of the orcs in the circle and Eodwyn's mouth gag was released.
"What did you say little girl?" The leader growled.
"I said, my daddy is going to save me and when he does you'll be sorry!" She squeaked. The orcs laughed again, including the leader.
"And who is your father? A scrawny pitiful peasant who crawls on the streets begging for money? If this be true your father is dead. We slew all who blocked our path without mercy or pity."
"My daddy is the King of Gondor and I am of the line of the Great Kings! My daddy never gives up and when he finds me he will slay all of you with one stroke. He would never be slain by a band of orcs so weak as yourselves!" She spat. A few orcs laughed again, a few shuddered and looked around nervously. The leader scowled and held up the knife.
He roughly covered her mouth to keep her from screaming and growled, "Nobody calls me weak! I do not care what blood line you are from! You are only a small frail child and I will have much fun breaking you."
Eodwyn's eyes widened in fear as she struggled in vain to get free. The leader brought his knife down and slowly sliced Eodwyn's arms so that the blood slowly dripped to the ground. Eodwyn's eyes filled with tears and she shut them tight, letting out a muffled scream of agony and began to sob.
The orc leader did all this with a sick smile on his twisted face, and he sliced her three times on each arm so that Eodwyn was covered in her own blood. Then the leader moved the knife to above Eodwyn's pale chest and slowly sliced a shallow line from collarbone to collarbone, and put his knife away.
"That'll teach you to call me weak." He hissed in Eodwyn's ear. He let go of her and she let out a soft moan of pain, writhing from side to side in agony as her blood continued to spill from the deep wounds on her arms and the line on her chest.
The leader stood and threw Eodwyn over his own shoulder and ran off. He knew she would keep her mouth shut from now on. *****
The sky was completely black and the moon was small, only a tiny sliver of white in the distance. Aragorn dismounted his horse and bent down on his hands and knees. He could almost smell the foul flesh of the orcs. he could hear them so near but yet they seemed so far away. As long as they had Eodwyn they were too far away.
He grabbed his horses reigns and began to crawl, following the footsteps while his horse followed wearily.
He crawled on like this for hours, coming only a few leagues before the sun rose. When the pale light of dawn was in the sky he mounted his horse and leaned low, following the tracks now swifter. They had the advantage at night, as they were made to fear the light of day.
He urged his horse forward with all the speed he could manage and by the time the sun was fully risen he had already come ten leagues. He stopped for a moment and looked down at another spot where the orcs had obviously stopped again. Blood was again next to a tiny child's body print.
Aragorn felt a surge of anger and fear. He jumped on his horse and once again galloped as swift as Araukadel would go.
By noon he was tiring, but his hopes were rising as he thought he saw a cloud of dust on the horizon of his vision and he went all the more faster to catch up. As he got nearer he saw that they were indeed a small band of weak orcs. He was now within a mile away from them and he drew his sword, beheading all stragglers before they could even shriek.
When he was within the band he began slashing blindly in fury. He killed all who even tried to draw their swords and searched with his eyes for Eodwyn.
"Eodwyn!" He called desperately.
He had finally killed all but two orcs. One was small and weak and Aragorn sliced him easily across the throat. The other was holding a girl with a muddy, tattered, and torn night dress that might've been white once. She had deep gashes across her back, legs, and arms. He looked at the orc with red fire blocking his vision.
The orc was larger and stronger than the other orcs, but he cowered under Aragorn's gaze and placed Eodwyn on the ground at his feet. As he did so Aragorn raised his sword and plunged it deep into the back of the leader. He kicked the leader and he fell back, gasping for breath. Aragorn mercilessly slashed the orc's abdomen and then his arms, legs, and finally slashed his neck as the large orc went limp.
Aragorn ran back to Eodwyn. He ran to his bag and took out some healing oils and wraps with a silk blanket along with another loose and comfortable dress of Eodwyn's. He knelt down next to her pale limp form and began to tend to the many wounds that covered her body. He whispered comforting words in every language he knew, from Sindarin to Westron to Quenyan and Common. He didn't know whether he was comforting Eodwyn or himself.
Aragorn stripped Eodwyn of her dirty clothing and gently wrapped the blanket around her frail form. He took her into his arms and cradled her close to his chest. He sang lullabies while he kissed her forehead and cheeks every few moments. Warm silent tears ran down his cheeks and he reached up a shaky hand to her pale freckled cheek.
"I love you, Eodwyn." He whispered.
She stirred a bit, moaning and whimpering softly when she moved. Aragorn cradled her closer, keeping her warm and she opened her eyes slowly. Suddenly her eyes opened wide and feared clouded them. She began to whimper and struggle against Aragorn, but Aragorn held her closer.
"Shhh, Eodwyn. Eodwyn I am here. It's daddy, you are safe now. Hush little one relax." Eodwyn slowly calmed down and began coughing and shaking uncontrollably. She clutched at Aragorn's shirt and huddled closer to him, still seizing and shaking. Her eyes began to roll back in her head.
Aragorn held a hand on Eodwyn's head and closed his eyes, focusing all his mind on healing Eodwyn. After a few moments she stopped shaking and coughing and her breathing slowed to a slow and steady pace. Her eyes closed and her muscles relaxed. Aragorn opened his eyes and looked down at the peacefully sleeping form of his daughter.
He put his things back in the bag and mounted his horse with Eodwyn wrapped in the blanket.
He looked down at Eodwyn and kissed her forehead once more. "Sleep well, little one." He whispered. He held her close to him with one hand, and with the other urged his horse into a steady canter back towards Minas Tirith. *****
Do you know how hard this is to write? My gosh who thought writing was so complicated? Well don't hate me.
Review.
And I am going to thank my reviewers from now on, something I have neglected to do.
Jellylady- first of all get your story updated (the Legolas Aragorn Eowyn one)! Secondly, Yes I know Eowyn was a horrible mother. but I feel bad for making Aragorn hit her!
Nemiwea- a new reviewer! (love those) *wink wink hint hint* Well here is your update. save it to your disk!
Zelda- Hey thank you very much that was a nice review! Enchanted is a kewl word! I think I like it.
Nihtfyr- Arwen isn't really stupid. just kind of pointless in the plot of the story. so I removed her. Aragorn isn't an idiotic ranger! He is my lil mortal hottie! Eowyn was being stupid and acting like a child! It is her fault!
Emily- always my faithful reviewer! I know it was her fault.
Elbereth- That thought never occurred to me! How would you incorporate it into your story (which I am a big fan of might I add)? But Aragorn had a reason you know. Just try to think about the person you love most and think about finding out he/she is missing. Wouldn't you just go crazy?
Artemis- Oops! I actually had no clue Eldarion translated to elf son. that's not good! My mistake, no energy to change his name right now though. My grammar is my problem. See when I go back over the chapters I find no errors (because I am not fully trained in Writing, just a beginner really) Maybe I could use a beta reader (No I don't have one)
Someone- This kind of review really annoys me. YES I KNOW THAT ARWEN MARRIES ARAGORN IN THE BOOK! This is MY STORY, I will tell it MY WAY! Thank you and please get a login name.
Thanks to everyone!
Cerasi
