Chapter Eleven now. Aren't you proud of me? I enjoy this. Really I do.
For ~Me: Not every one can be nice can they? Amaden is weak and greedy, but he isn't the only one in this story like that either. Eowyn is also that way, maybe not to the same extreme, but non-the-less she isn't exactly perfect.
For AotW: Glad to hear from you again so quickly. What did you think of Amaden? No comment?
Thank you Siberia for the explaination on Alternate Universes. I guess that it is one, isn't it?
And for Noelerin. Might I ask what was confusing specifically? If I was to know what it was I would go back and fix it.
Would anyone feel like being my beta reader? I have edited 1-5, and 10 but the rest including this chapter need to be edited. I thank you all once again for reading. Sorry I have not updated in a while. Let me stop talking and write now.
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I opened my eyes, startled, to find a wrinkly venerable looking old man's face peering into mine as my head was lolling violently from side to side. I was bouncing up and down from my perch as if there were an earthquake occuring and I was on the edge of a cliff. The old man zoomed past my vision like a blur. Ah! He was on a horse. That explains it! Wait no! I was on a horse too! I was straddling the horse backwards basically slumped against its haunches. What in Mordor am I doing on a horse!!! I was supposed to be in Minas Tirith with Denethor, Boromir, and Faramir. I am going to slit Amaden's throat for whatever he has done. Faramir?
I looked up and saw in the position Mithrandir had been behind the horse the horse that I was hanging on to for my life, Faramir. He smiled at me and hollered, "Nice to see you in the world of the living again, Lady Malady! However did you manage to continue your slumber on the back of that horse!? In a full sprint at that!"
Lady Malady. He is in league with that elvish fiend Amaden. Hell. Where is Amaden? He must be around here somewhere, isn't he?
"Right here in front of you." Amaden yelled over the tumulous sound of the horse hooves clapping on the small stonepath of the wilderness we were racing through. Of course. He read my mind. How stupid of me not to see who was leading the very horse I was on. "Yes, Lady Eowyn, you should be more on your feet in these dangerous times."
"Literally." I retorted, "Let me off this blasted horse, you fool!"
"I am the fool? You are the one who walked herself straight in to a very obvious trap! Am I right?" He was right. I was definitely the bigger fool of the two of us, but I wouldn't allow him the satisfaction of hearing me speak so. "Your thoughts are enough. They speak truer than words. People do not lie to themselves as often as they may think that they do. You should follow your instincts more than your brain. You walked into a trap, endangering the lives of both your self AND your brother, not to mention the fate of all the land!" What?
"What do you mean the fate of all the land? I am but one woman, and I hardly think that my brother is all that important either. Let me go back to Gondor! I do not wish to become involved in your dubious schemes! You cannot just drag people into your personal agenda! I will not have it release me!"
"Foolish Woman! If I was to release you now you would be at the mercy of the asassins we are now fleeing! They chase us incessantly. They have been on our trail since before I knocked you out. They have been on our trail since you staggered your arrogant ass into the gates of Minas Tirith. As a matter of fact, Aeirren was at the very gates in the guards post alerting the other hired killers as to your arrival. I think that you caught him off guard, as no one expected you to be this dumb in your choices. Had he been any less surprised of your arrival he would have been prepared to meet you himself. And that my lady Malady is not a very thrilling senario to imagine."
"You still cannot pull me into your plots. You have a reason for not killing me. I will not allow myself to become one of your tools!" I attempted to turn around in the bundlings behind the saddle. I found that I couldn't because some one had evidently strapped my to the horses rump while I was still unconcious.
Amaden looked back at me with a mystifyingly surprised look on his pale elven features. "Kill you? I have never slain a woman in my life, Lady Eowyn." His eyes hardened again and he whipped his head back around to see a low branch five feet in front of us. "DUCK!"
I obeyed.
"And for your information this 'conquest' of mine is not truely mine. I do not work for Wormtongue either. It is exactly the opposite. I work for no one!" He shouted vehemently as he yanked the horses rope taught to make it slow down. "We are here. Gandalf, Faramir, this is the one I spoke of."
I was confused. Amaden swung off the horse and attended to me. After unharnessing me he helped me down. I raised my arm to wipe my frizzled wind- blown hair out of my face and Amaden immediately drew a dagger and rested it to my throat.
"You shall behave. Our steps must be prudent ones if we wish to survive the trip. We are to do many dangerous things in the next couple weeks and I cannot allow you to mess it up. You are an essential element to the plan." He was hovering over my shoulder whispering in my ear like a vemonous snake, "Without you we are nothing. You must cooperate for everyone's sake. We will explain but we must first leave the path and enter the sanctuary of the dark Forbidden. Quiet now." He lowered the blade as the old man I assumed to be Mithrandir and Faramir unpacked the horses.
I looked around to find out where 'here' was. I could find no evidence of any civilized structures or anything that varied form the previous path. Just rocks and trees... and hollering whoops in the nearby area from which we had came. The assasins. It was no lie. They were trying to frighten us. And on all accounts it worked for me. I shudder at the cacophanous sounds. They were traveling little slower than we had. That was a stupendous feat seeing that they needed to follow our trail. It was almost as if they could smell us. Feel our hearts beat. They didn't need trackers. They were naturals. A loud whoop came from very close by. I jumped and almost let out a scream but Faramir wrapped his arm around my mouth just in time.
Mithrandir nickered softly and the the horses took off down the trail without us. They stuck together and sped away on Mithrandir's command. I hardly had time to marvel because at the same time Faramir was yanking me into the woods. I craned my neck to see where the others were. Amaden was brush our tracks off the ground so that we would not be followed. The three of them worked as a very efficient team. I was just dragged along helpless and with out a role. Yet. I am sure I have a dirty job in the end of this. Probally the worst of all of us. But they would not get me to stay. What is in this for me? What am I supposed to do in the first place? Why is Faramir involved with these two unscrupulous magicians?
We kept up our pace and quickly made into the dark forest that I assumed was still near Gondor. I couldn't have been unconcious long enough to be very far off. As soon as I get a chance I am off on my own. I need to find Eomer. I wonder where he is. I don't care if I have to sneak through a whole kingdom of killers, I will find my brother. That is what I should be doing. Not being dragged around like a captive animal! But what will I do after I find Eomer? What if I can't find him? What if he has already left Minas Tirith? What if he is dead? 'He isn't dead. I can feel him.'
The last two phrases running through my mind were not of my own creation. I looked back to see Amaden staring at me and then he turned back to sweeping our trail out.
For ~Me: Not every one can be nice can they? Amaden is weak and greedy, but he isn't the only one in this story like that either. Eowyn is also that way, maybe not to the same extreme, but non-the-less she isn't exactly perfect.
For AotW: Glad to hear from you again so quickly. What did you think of Amaden? No comment?
Thank you Siberia for the explaination on Alternate Universes. I guess that it is one, isn't it?
And for Noelerin. Might I ask what was confusing specifically? If I was to know what it was I would go back and fix it.
Would anyone feel like being my beta reader? I have edited 1-5, and 10 but the rest including this chapter need to be edited. I thank you all once again for reading. Sorry I have not updated in a while. Let me stop talking and write now.
***
I opened my eyes, startled, to find a wrinkly venerable looking old man's face peering into mine as my head was lolling violently from side to side. I was bouncing up and down from my perch as if there were an earthquake occuring and I was on the edge of a cliff. The old man zoomed past my vision like a blur. Ah! He was on a horse. That explains it! Wait no! I was on a horse too! I was straddling the horse backwards basically slumped against its haunches. What in Mordor am I doing on a horse!!! I was supposed to be in Minas Tirith with Denethor, Boromir, and Faramir. I am going to slit Amaden's throat for whatever he has done. Faramir?
I looked up and saw in the position Mithrandir had been behind the horse the horse that I was hanging on to for my life, Faramir. He smiled at me and hollered, "Nice to see you in the world of the living again, Lady Malady! However did you manage to continue your slumber on the back of that horse!? In a full sprint at that!"
Lady Malady. He is in league with that elvish fiend Amaden. Hell. Where is Amaden? He must be around here somewhere, isn't he?
"Right here in front of you." Amaden yelled over the tumulous sound of the horse hooves clapping on the small stonepath of the wilderness we were racing through. Of course. He read my mind. How stupid of me not to see who was leading the very horse I was on. "Yes, Lady Eowyn, you should be more on your feet in these dangerous times."
"Literally." I retorted, "Let me off this blasted horse, you fool!"
"I am the fool? You are the one who walked herself straight in to a very obvious trap! Am I right?" He was right. I was definitely the bigger fool of the two of us, but I wouldn't allow him the satisfaction of hearing me speak so. "Your thoughts are enough. They speak truer than words. People do not lie to themselves as often as they may think that they do. You should follow your instincts more than your brain. You walked into a trap, endangering the lives of both your self AND your brother, not to mention the fate of all the land!" What?
"What do you mean the fate of all the land? I am but one woman, and I hardly think that my brother is all that important either. Let me go back to Gondor! I do not wish to become involved in your dubious schemes! You cannot just drag people into your personal agenda! I will not have it release me!"
"Foolish Woman! If I was to release you now you would be at the mercy of the asassins we are now fleeing! They chase us incessantly. They have been on our trail since before I knocked you out. They have been on our trail since you staggered your arrogant ass into the gates of Minas Tirith. As a matter of fact, Aeirren was at the very gates in the guards post alerting the other hired killers as to your arrival. I think that you caught him off guard, as no one expected you to be this dumb in your choices. Had he been any less surprised of your arrival he would have been prepared to meet you himself. And that my lady Malady is not a very thrilling senario to imagine."
"You still cannot pull me into your plots. You have a reason for not killing me. I will not allow myself to become one of your tools!" I attempted to turn around in the bundlings behind the saddle. I found that I couldn't because some one had evidently strapped my to the horses rump while I was still unconcious.
Amaden looked back at me with a mystifyingly surprised look on his pale elven features. "Kill you? I have never slain a woman in my life, Lady Eowyn." His eyes hardened again and he whipped his head back around to see a low branch five feet in front of us. "DUCK!"
I obeyed.
"And for your information this 'conquest' of mine is not truely mine. I do not work for Wormtongue either. It is exactly the opposite. I work for no one!" He shouted vehemently as he yanked the horses rope taught to make it slow down. "We are here. Gandalf, Faramir, this is the one I spoke of."
I was confused. Amaden swung off the horse and attended to me. After unharnessing me he helped me down. I raised my arm to wipe my frizzled wind- blown hair out of my face and Amaden immediately drew a dagger and rested it to my throat.
"You shall behave. Our steps must be prudent ones if we wish to survive the trip. We are to do many dangerous things in the next couple weeks and I cannot allow you to mess it up. You are an essential element to the plan." He was hovering over my shoulder whispering in my ear like a vemonous snake, "Without you we are nothing. You must cooperate for everyone's sake. We will explain but we must first leave the path and enter the sanctuary of the dark Forbidden. Quiet now." He lowered the blade as the old man I assumed to be Mithrandir and Faramir unpacked the horses.
I looked around to find out where 'here' was. I could find no evidence of any civilized structures or anything that varied form the previous path. Just rocks and trees... and hollering whoops in the nearby area from which we had came. The assasins. It was no lie. They were trying to frighten us. And on all accounts it worked for me. I shudder at the cacophanous sounds. They were traveling little slower than we had. That was a stupendous feat seeing that they needed to follow our trail. It was almost as if they could smell us. Feel our hearts beat. They didn't need trackers. They were naturals. A loud whoop came from very close by. I jumped and almost let out a scream but Faramir wrapped his arm around my mouth just in time.
Mithrandir nickered softly and the the horses took off down the trail without us. They stuck together and sped away on Mithrandir's command. I hardly had time to marvel because at the same time Faramir was yanking me into the woods. I craned my neck to see where the others were. Amaden was brush our tracks off the ground so that we would not be followed. The three of them worked as a very efficient team. I was just dragged along helpless and with out a role. Yet. I am sure I have a dirty job in the end of this. Probally the worst of all of us. But they would not get me to stay. What is in this for me? What am I supposed to do in the first place? Why is Faramir involved with these two unscrupulous magicians?
We kept up our pace and quickly made into the dark forest that I assumed was still near Gondor. I couldn't have been unconcious long enough to be very far off. As soon as I get a chance I am off on my own. I need to find Eomer. I wonder where he is. I don't care if I have to sneak through a whole kingdom of killers, I will find my brother. That is what I should be doing. Not being dragged around like a captive animal! But what will I do after I find Eomer? What if I can't find him? What if he has already left Minas Tirith? What if he is dead? 'He isn't dead. I can feel him.'
The last two phrases running through my mind were not of my own creation. I looked back to see Amaden staring at me and then he turned back to sweeping our trail out.
