Okay: Rhone is a Numenorean. And you could make a two story drop if you
had enough momentum and you rolled.Anyway, thanks for the reviews,despite
the small number of them(cough cough). I hope you like this chapter, it's
my personal favorite. Enjoy!
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Yeah, we can handle it, thought Rhone sourly as she fought off a mass of orcs. They had made it through The Gap of Rohan just fine, and had traveled through southern Enedwaith with little problems, but once they had hit the Greyflood river, everything went wrong. First, a huge storm blew up and they had to hold out for three days while the water seeped into their tent. Then, while crossing the Greyflood, both their mounts went lame, so they had to go twice as slow. Then tonight, just after dark, they were attacked by a roving band of orcs, coming west along the river. Now she and Nori were backed up against a rock, fighting for their lives. Nori had a dozen wounds, and an arrow had grazed her shoulder, but Rhone was worse, with a slash aross her good sword arm and stomach. Still they fought on, for to stop would mean death. We're outnumbered twenty to one, She thought, slashing an orc across the throat with one of her hunting knives, as Nori took another's head off with her battle ax. This is hopeless. I would really rather not die here, if I can help it, but if I die I'll take as many orcs as I can with me.
Suddenly from behind the attacking orcs, came a feral cry, and from their midst appeared a young man in a hooded cloak, wielding a sword. He slashed all around him, cutting down orcs with deadly precision. For a moment, all the young women could do was stare, then they regained their senses and jumped into the fray. They fought tirelessly, till there were no more foes to fight. Rhone leaned heavily upon her sword, and looked to the stranger.
"Thank you stranger." she said. "Without your help I believe we would have died here."
"I always give aid to those in need." he said.
Rhone frowned. "Your voice seems familiar to me? How is that so?"
"Perhaps you would recognize my face then, he said, throwing back his hood to reveal a young man with dark hair, touched with white. His eyes were keen gray, and his face stern, though a smile showed at the corners of his mouth.
"Est- I mean, Aragorn!" said Rhone, standing and staring. "What are you doing here?"
"Wandering, like I always do, sister." he said cleaning his blade.
"Wait." said Nori. "You're the Aragorn...Isilur's heir?"
"Yes." he said, with a sigh. "And Rhone is my sister."
"Wait, wait, wait; let me get this straight- your Rhone's little brother?!" she began giggling, pointing back and forth from Aragorn to Rhone.
"Come on Nori, leave him be." Rhone said, but then her vision began to fade into blackness. She swayed.
"Your hurt!" Aragorn said, concern on his face. He strode over to her, putting an arm around her waist.
"I'm fine." she started to say, but then the blackness swallowed her whole, and she collapsed into Aragorn's surprised arms.
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When Rhone came to, she was laying on her cloak by a fire. She could feel that her wounds had been bandaged, and that she was wearing only her shirt and breeches. She tried to move, but let her breath out sharply at the pain.
Aragorn's voice came from somewhere nearby. "Don't try to move."
"I wasn't planning to keep trying." she said, turning her head to look at him.
He sat watching her next to the fire, about three feet away. Nearby, a huddled mass Rhone could only assume was Nori, lay next to the fire.
Aragorn followed her gaze and smiled slightly. "She passed out while I was doctoring her wounds. She insisted that I see to you, adn then she tok care of the horses, and got the fire started and everything."
"That's Nori for you, go till the last, then drop." she glanced about. "Where are we?"
"We're near North East along the greyflood, almost to the Mitheithel." he said. Rhone nodded and attempted to sit up, but immediately lay back again.
"I told you not to move." he said, smiling slightly.
"I forgot." she said with a yawn.
"Go back to sleep, Rhone." he said, begining to sharpen his blade. "You'll heal faster, and it would be good if we could leave here soon."
But she didn't hear him, for she was already asleep.
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Fun chapter, huh? The next chapter is nearly written, but I need more reviews before I will post it. Haha, I'm so evil!
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Yeah, we can handle it, thought Rhone sourly as she fought off a mass of orcs. They had made it through The Gap of Rohan just fine, and had traveled through southern Enedwaith with little problems, but once they had hit the Greyflood river, everything went wrong. First, a huge storm blew up and they had to hold out for three days while the water seeped into their tent. Then, while crossing the Greyflood, both their mounts went lame, so they had to go twice as slow. Then tonight, just after dark, they were attacked by a roving band of orcs, coming west along the river. Now she and Nori were backed up against a rock, fighting for their lives. Nori had a dozen wounds, and an arrow had grazed her shoulder, but Rhone was worse, with a slash aross her good sword arm and stomach. Still they fought on, for to stop would mean death. We're outnumbered twenty to one, She thought, slashing an orc across the throat with one of her hunting knives, as Nori took another's head off with her battle ax. This is hopeless. I would really rather not die here, if I can help it, but if I die I'll take as many orcs as I can with me.
Suddenly from behind the attacking orcs, came a feral cry, and from their midst appeared a young man in a hooded cloak, wielding a sword. He slashed all around him, cutting down orcs with deadly precision. For a moment, all the young women could do was stare, then they regained their senses and jumped into the fray. They fought tirelessly, till there were no more foes to fight. Rhone leaned heavily upon her sword, and looked to the stranger.
"Thank you stranger." she said. "Without your help I believe we would have died here."
"I always give aid to those in need." he said.
Rhone frowned. "Your voice seems familiar to me? How is that so?"
"Perhaps you would recognize my face then, he said, throwing back his hood to reveal a young man with dark hair, touched with white. His eyes were keen gray, and his face stern, though a smile showed at the corners of his mouth.
"Est- I mean, Aragorn!" said Rhone, standing and staring. "What are you doing here?"
"Wandering, like I always do, sister." he said cleaning his blade.
"Wait." said Nori. "You're the Aragorn...Isilur's heir?"
"Yes." he said, with a sigh. "And Rhone is my sister."
"Wait, wait, wait; let me get this straight- your Rhone's little brother?!" she began giggling, pointing back and forth from Aragorn to Rhone.
"Come on Nori, leave him be." Rhone said, but then her vision began to fade into blackness. She swayed.
"Your hurt!" Aragorn said, concern on his face. He strode over to her, putting an arm around her waist.
"I'm fine." she started to say, but then the blackness swallowed her whole, and she collapsed into Aragorn's surprised arms.
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When Rhone came to, she was laying on her cloak by a fire. She could feel that her wounds had been bandaged, and that she was wearing only her shirt and breeches. She tried to move, but let her breath out sharply at the pain.
Aragorn's voice came from somewhere nearby. "Don't try to move."
"I wasn't planning to keep trying." she said, turning her head to look at him.
He sat watching her next to the fire, about three feet away. Nearby, a huddled mass Rhone could only assume was Nori, lay next to the fire.
Aragorn followed her gaze and smiled slightly. "She passed out while I was doctoring her wounds. She insisted that I see to you, adn then she tok care of the horses, and got the fire started and everything."
"That's Nori for you, go till the last, then drop." she glanced about. "Where are we?"
"We're near North East along the greyflood, almost to the Mitheithel." he said. Rhone nodded and attempted to sit up, but immediately lay back again.
"I told you not to move." he said, smiling slightly.
"I forgot." she said with a yawn.
"Go back to sleep, Rhone." he said, begining to sharpen his blade. "You'll heal faster, and it would be good if we could leave here soon."
But she didn't hear him, for she was already asleep.
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Fun chapter, huh? The next chapter is nearly written, but I need more reviews before I will post it. Haha, I'm so evil!
