"Aragorn,!" yelled Merry. the two of them ran towards each other in a great embrace.
Pippin came running and jumped on top of both of them. Merry looked past Aragorn and saw Arwen's wary face. He smiled at her knowing that she was weak from the journey.
"Where's Frodo, Sam, Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf," questioned Pippin.
Aragorn's face drew back with discontent.
"I do not know....Gandalf is here but the rest......" Aragorn pondered with worry as he said these words.
"Where is Gandalf?" Merry asked.
"Right here!" boomed Gandalf with a smirk on his face.
Pippin and Merry ran to hug him while Aragorn and Arwen followed with a smile on their face.
"There is no need to be in such peril at these times, my friends! For they are indeed late but they will come surely enough," Gandalf said this with quiet reassurance to all of them.
That night they all went back to the centre of Rivendell where a big celebration was in place. They all cheered and laughed together which reminded Merry of the time back at Bilblo's 111th birthday in Hobbiton.
The sky was a dark vacant vault of heaven which shed no light of an autumn moon. Deep in the valley beyond what elven eyes could see, there were the invaders, waiting to initiate their attack. The crispeness of the night gave them and edge. The whole forest seemed to sence their presence.They crept slowly not daring to make a noise. They went forth through the valley and surround the elven haven. They pulled their arrows back and released their redemption.
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!!!" an elven voice cried.
"MERRY GET DOWN!" snarled Aragorn as he griped his sword.
"QUICKLY RETRIEVE YOUR WEAPONS!!" cried Elrond.
Rivendell had become filled with arrows which reflected the flames of the fire as they flew by. Merry looked up from where he was hiding and saw chaos. Out of all the things that were happening the one scene that stuck his soul was the first blood that stained the white marble wall of Rivendell
Pippin came running and jumped on top of both of them. Merry looked past Aragorn and saw Arwen's wary face. He smiled at her knowing that she was weak from the journey.
"Where's Frodo, Sam, Legolas, Gimli and Gandalf," questioned Pippin.
Aragorn's face drew back with discontent.
"I do not know....Gandalf is here but the rest......" Aragorn pondered with worry as he said these words.
"Where is Gandalf?" Merry asked.
"Right here!" boomed Gandalf with a smirk on his face.
Pippin and Merry ran to hug him while Aragorn and Arwen followed with a smile on their face.
"There is no need to be in such peril at these times, my friends! For they are indeed late but they will come surely enough," Gandalf said this with quiet reassurance to all of them.
That night they all went back to the centre of Rivendell where a big celebration was in place. They all cheered and laughed together which reminded Merry of the time back at Bilblo's 111th birthday in Hobbiton.
The sky was a dark vacant vault of heaven which shed no light of an autumn moon. Deep in the valley beyond what elven eyes could see, there were the invaders, waiting to initiate their attack. The crispeness of the night gave them and edge. The whole forest seemed to sence their presence.They crept slowly not daring to make a noise. They went forth through the valley and surround the elven haven. They pulled their arrows back and released their redemption.
"WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!!!" an elven voice cried.
"MERRY GET DOWN!" snarled Aragorn as he griped his sword.
"QUICKLY RETRIEVE YOUR WEAPONS!!" cried Elrond.
Rivendell had become filled with arrows which reflected the flames of the fire as they flew by. Merry looked up from where he was hiding and saw chaos. Out of all the things that were happening the one scene that stuck his soul was the first blood that stained the white marble wall of Rivendell
