Chapter One: The Land of Simil
Setting: This happens in the end of the middle of the second fellowship. Gandalf found Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Gimli, son of Gloin and Legolas, prince of Northern Mirkwood in the Old Forest of Fanghorn. Legolas and Gimli bowed low, while Aragorn takes in breath at the sight of their old guide.
"Well," said Gandalf the White after their stories were through, "We can't just stand there, we haven't got all day you know." "Let us travel fast and far, for our paths do not draw this way." Legolas and Gimli barely nodded, looking into the depths of the forest with their faces grimed. Aragorn stared with disbelief and protest "the hobbits .." He trailed off. "Certainly we cannot abandon them" continued Legolas, "Aye" agreed Gimli. "Master Elf, I've said thrice before, 'our paths do not draw here' but perhaps, it would clam you to know that the hobbits lay safe and sound somewhere being taken cared after. Come on, we shall speak no more, time is passing, and we are not." And with that, Gandalf turned and whistled into the air. Suddenly, his horse Shadowfaux appeared, with two other companions. The riders have met them before, for it wasn't too long ago that they were set free. Legolas mounted on his horse along with Gimli in front of him, Aragorn, mounted his as well, in the elvish fashion of no saddles.
They rode on, passing well into the night. Still, they pressed on without rest. Suddenly, without warning, Gandalf halted, raising his hand, signaling a stop. "It is as I feared we have not yet crossed the borders of this land and it is too deep into the night." "We must not risk getting seen, but I cannot think of another way to go, we must bear on with our feet, for the horses hoof makes ill of our fate." He dismounted and advised the others to do the same. "Time is still against us, and when that is so, we must go on, I will send your horses with Shadowfaux and they will never be lost."
They walked leagues upon leagues, until they arrived in the late noon to a city. "I do not know of this place, yet I seem to have passed through it before, the lands are so familiar." Said Aragorn, whispering softly to himself. "I would be more than surprised if you have been here before by any other way than a dream Aragorn; this I tell you, is the Land of Simil. The peoples here are very like human, but not quite. They keep to themselves so often that they weren't even summoned long ago in the Battle against the enemy." Legolas grew angry, "Why?! The enemy is an enemy to all of Middle Earth, not joining in battle is as well as suicide." Gandalf, finally showing signs that weariness is catching up with him, replied, "They are the secret people that walked the earth. Yes, when, if ever Sauron grows to power, he would seek ways to destroy all living things that dwell here, but he does not know of them, and what he doesn't know, he cannot harm." "The inhabitants of this land are not known of what race, but ultimately, they prefer to be called man." "Don't get them wrong Legolas, they are of great people and would fight to the very end, but such need nor threat has ever come about, and certainly their leader, as well as my friend would never leap into battle with no motive." Legolas found no reply and Gimli went to his side. "Master Elf, I understand your mind as well as your heart. I would never the less rage battle against this enemy if even it was the last breath I draw, but your behavior is not of yourself. Certainly, elves are the kind with a more understanding nature you do not know and haven't met any of these people, how can you be so quick to judge?" "Anyone who does not fight alongside with us in a battle like this is someone who will later on prove treacherous to us Gimli my friend, and fight does not only have to go as far into battle. They have no care of us, Gimli, they don't care as long as it does not affect them, how selfish can one get?" Gimli bowed his head. There is truth in Legolas' words, yet there is a strange feeling inside of him, something peculiar is in the air of Simil.
AN: Ok, I know this is pretty bad, since this was my first fanfic and all. I am trying the best as I can to manipulate Tolkien's language, and my best to make this one enjoyable. Although I wrote this over a year ago, I haven't quite finished it yet, and now that I'm going to continue writing again, I hope things will change a bit. It might take me a while to continue it though, I might not be publishing anything at all for a long time after I've published all that I already did. And that's because I haven't read Tolkien in a while either, and I kinda forgot his style. But. never the less, if the readers push me to it, I might be able to come up with a chapter a month or something like that. *smiles
Setting: This happens in the end of the middle of the second fellowship. Gandalf found Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Gimli, son of Gloin and Legolas, prince of Northern Mirkwood in the Old Forest of Fanghorn. Legolas and Gimli bowed low, while Aragorn takes in breath at the sight of their old guide.
"Well," said Gandalf the White after their stories were through, "We can't just stand there, we haven't got all day you know." "Let us travel fast and far, for our paths do not draw this way." Legolas and Gimli barely nodded, looking into the depths of the forest with their faces grimed. Aragorn stared with disbelief and protest "the hobbits .." He trailed off. "Certainly we cannot abandon them" continued Legolas, "Aye" agreed Gimli. "Master Elf, I've said thrice before, 'our paths do not draw here' but perhaps, it would clam you to know that the hobbits lay safe and sound somewhere being taken cared after. Come on, we shall speak no more, time is passing, and we are not." And with that, Gandalf turned and whistled into the air. Suddenly, his horse Shadowfaux appeared, with two other companions. The riders have met them before, for it wasn't too long ago that they were set free. Legolas mounted on his horse along with Gimli in front of him, Aragorn, mounted his as well, in the elvish fashion of no saddles.
They rode on, passing well into the night. Still, they pressed on without rest. Suddenly, without warning, Gandalf halted, raising his hand, signaling a stop. "It is as I feared we have not yet crossed the borders of this land and it is too deep into the night." "We must not risk getting seen, but I cannot think of another way to go, we must bear on with our feet, for the horses hoof makes ill of our fate." He dismounted and advised the others to do the same. "Time is still against us, and when that is so, we must go on, I will send your horses with Shadowfaux and they will never be lost."
They walked leagues upon leagues, until they arrived in the late noon to a city. "I do not know of this place, yet I seem to have passed through it before, the lands are so familiar." Said Aragorn, whispering softly to himself. "I would be more than surprised if you have been here before by any other way than a dream Aragorn; this I tell you, is the Land of Simil. The peoples here are very like human, but not quite. They keep to themselves so often that they weren't even summoned long ago in the Battle against the enemy." Legolas grew angry, "Why?! The enemy is an enemy to all of Middle Earth, not joining in battle is as well as suicide." Gandalf, finally showing signs that weariness is catching up with him, replied, "They are the secret people that walked the earth. Yes, when, if ever Sauron grows to power, he would seek ways to destroy all living things that dwell here, but he does not know of them, and what he doesn't know, he cannot harm." "The inhabitants of this land are not known of what race, but ultimately, they prefer to be called man." "Don't get them wrong Legolas, they are of great people and would fight to the very end, but such need nor threat has ever come about, and certainly their leader, as well as my friend would never leap into battle with no motive." Legolas found no reply and Gimli went to his side. "Master Elf, I understand your mind as well as your heart. I would never the less rage battle against this enemy if even it was the last breath I draw, but your behavior is not of yourself. Certainly, elves are the kind with a more understanding nature you do not know and haven't met any of these people, how can you be so quick to judge?" "Anyone who does not fight alongside with us in a battle like this is someone who will later on prove treacherous to us Gimli my friend, and fight does not only have to go as far into battle. They have no care of us, Gimli, they don't care as long as it does not affect them, how selfish can one get?" Gimli bowed his head. There is truth in Legolas' words, yet there is a strange feeling inside of him, something peculiar is in the air of Simil.
AN: Ok, I know this is pretty bad, since this was my first fanfic and all. I am trying the best as I can to manipulate Tolkien's language, and my best to make this one enjoyable. Although I wrote this over a year ago, I haven't quite finished it yet, and now that I'm going to continue writing again, I hope things will change a bit. It might take me a while to continue it though, I might not be publishing anything at all for a long time after I've published all that I already did. And that's because I haven't read Tolkien in a while either, and I kinda forgot his style. But. never the less, if the readers push me to it, I might be able to come up with a chapter a month or something like that. *smiles