THE 2ND RING
Author: Okay, whatever. My mother gave me permission to go and so there. Also, I am turning 13 in November. So, I am just going to say, if u can give me some good advice, give it to me. I need it. I don't really do good and someone did point out that I do not revise, for that is true, unfortunately, I do must say, I try. I am not good at seeing my mistakes. Um..I think that is it.
Disclaimer: Do do do de dum...Huh? Oh you are here. I do not own Lord Of The Rings. Happy? Glade to see that you are, I am not. You reminded me that I don't!
Chapter 3: Ring's song
Farana trudged down the path. She didn't know what to do. The King was starting to assemble an army and so on. He didn't seem to want her around. She stayed clear of the other three. She didn't trust them as far as she could throw them. (That actually could be pretty far, eh heh heh heh). She heard a footstep behind her.
Quickly she fitted her bow and pointed it behind her as she turned around. "Who goes?" She called out. The Dwarf came into view. She shook her head. 'What are you thinking, I do not need to slay more innocent!' She thought to herself. She put the arrow back in it's quiver.
"Is there something that you wish from me Master Dwarf?" She asked, summoning her politeness. The Dwarf shook his head. "No Mistress, it was by accident I came upon you. I was merely lost in thought and went where my feet chose." He answered. Farana nodded. "Call me Farana, Lord."
"Farana then. What an odd name. What tongue did it come from?" He asked. "That is not for me to say." Farana answered quickly. She fingered the necklace her father had given her. "No, not at all..." She said absently.
"Okay then Milady Farana, I am Gimli son of Gorin. I have seen you before the King. What purpose do you have here?" He asked her. "I am naught to that either." She said, sighing. "But if you must know," She sat down. "I am a wanderer. I just stopped here for a while. Soon I shall move on. I hope to see the Sea someday, hear the Gulls cry." She said.
"The Sea? That is so far off Milady." Gimli said, sitting beside her. "I do not care. I can live off the lands. And it's just Farana, Gimli." She glancing him over. Gimli shifted uncomfortably under her harsh gaze. "What happened to your Father?" He asked. Instantly Farana snapped her gaze forward. "That is none of your business child." She said angrily.
Gimli didn't comment. 'Legolas also calls Aragorn and I children. Does this mean that she is an Elf? Strange, I never heard nor seen an Elf like this before.' Gimli thought. Farana got up. "I shall leave you now, Master Gimli. I bid you farewell." She left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Idiot. Why did you do that?! Now he knows something you didn't want in the open. Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot! Now you shall have to choose your words carefully!' Farana thought to herself as she went back to Edoras. Never again she shall talk to strangers so openly and misguarded, no never again.
Nimbly she stepped over the large rocks on the plain. 'Father, why did I have to be the one that must survive?!' She thought.
FLASH BACK
"Father! Father! Don't leave me alone in this world!" Cried Farana.
"Be quiet girl! You knew that this day would come! We are in a War, if not the King who dies, then whom?!" Her Father told her sharply, holding his chest where an arrow had pierced it.
"But-but.."
"Silence! Now heed these words Farana, I bear upon ye the curse of our Kindred. A Ring that the Dark Lord hath created. The stories that have been told are true." He said. He drew in a sharp breath.
"You are the only one I have left! Father, please, won't some of our Healing help?" She cried out.
"No, you are the only one who is supposed to survive. Now go girl, leave me and the others. Consider them dead to you!" He said harshly, pushing her away.
"Father.." She embraced him one more time as he breathed his last breath. There he hath died. Farana rode off in the distance, not wanting to see the site again, all the while, thinking of the Ring, the curse her father bestowed to her.
END FLASHBACK
Farana thought of the stories her people used to tell. There was also a song. It went something like this:
Once there was a Dark Lord
on a dark throne
He created a Ring,
One to conquer the earth
But another was born
From the same ashes
It was it's twin brethren
A servant found it and took it
from it's halls of darkness
Into the light it hath come
An Elf found it
Now is it's keeper
till the Dark Lord hath find it
When that has happened
We shall be gone
only one will remain
Up to her it will be
For she will marry
but not of ours
From another Land
There was more to it, but it was lost to her. She never did really pay attention to what they taught her, only things here and there. Now, she wished that she could go back and do things that she wanted to do, but now could not be done.
Suddenly a rider went past her. The Elf. 'Why did I notice? It is just another Elf from wherever he said he was from. I didn't catch his name. What a pity.' She thought, being a little mocking to herself.
More riders went past. Now she was alarmed. 'They are not going into War without me. They will need help, and I cannot see another King die!' She thought. Then she ran faster. When she finally did get to her destination, many men and boys were gathered. 'Children, even the oldest of them all.' She thought.
Finally she spotted the King. She strode to him quickly, so no one could see her. Or so she thought anyway. The Elf blocked her path. "He is busy, do not delay, unless you wish for this place to be destroyed." He told her in Elven. (For all those who know that I am learning, I do not want to put the actual dialect, it is hard and I am still a beginner, it is such a pain to write, much easier to speak!)
"I need to bespeak him. I am going with him." She replied back in the same language. He smiled a bit. "And how would he except?" He asked, his eyes mocking. "Do not mock me Elf." She said, a little angrily. 'I am not going to lose it here, I promised myself more control.' She thought, calming herself.
"I am not mocking you, child." He said, smiling more. "I am not a child! I have seen too many winters to count!" Farana said. 'Calm, calm, calm, calm.' She repeated over and over. Her Father used to tell her that she was only a child.
"Whatever you say. The King still cannot speak to you however." He told her. "He would if you let me." She said. She had finally gotten her temper under control. 'Why is it that I have to have the heritage that has either, no temper or, a very quick one?!' She thought to herself.
"You there, girl, stop busying him. If you have anything to say, say it to me!" The King said, finally noticing her. Farana looked at the Elf like he was an annoying 5 year old and went up to the King. "I wish to join you." She said in the Common Tongue. "You are still a woman to me. You must at least demonstrate." Theoden to told her.
"I shall." She turned her gaze on the fair Elf. "And he shall help me." She said. Theoden nodded. The Elf looked at her mildly. "What do you wish me to do?" He asked. "Draw your weapon." She told him.
He unsheathed a sword, seeing that she did not mean his bow. He then stood there, watching her every movement. She unsheathed hers as well. "Attack." She said. He nodded. Then, quicker than a flash, he lunged for her. She quickly dodged and twirled behind him. He didn't even try to move, knowing that she wished to give the King a good impression. 'Why not?' He thought. Farana knew what was happening. 'He's going easy on me. That won't work.' She thought. Then she called out to him in Elven, "Why do you hesitate?"
Author: Okay, bad ending I know. Anyway, I will update soon. Bye. Review with constructive criticism and love.
Author: Okay, whatever. My mother gave me permission to go and so there. Also, I am turning 13 in November. So, I am just going to say, if u can give me some good advice, give it to me. I need it. I don't really do good and someone did point out that I do not revise, for that is true, unfortunately, I do must say, I try. I am not good at seeing my mistakes. Um..I think that is it.
Disclaimer: Do do do de dum...Huh? Oh you are here. I do not own Lord Of The Rings. Happy? Glade to see that you are, I am not. You reminded me that I don't!
Chapter 3: Ring's song
Farana trudged down the path. She didn't know what to do. The King was starting to assemble an army and so on. He didn't seem to want her around. She stayed clear of the other three. She didn't trust them as far as she could throw them. (That actually could be pretty far, eh heh heh heh). She heard a footstep behind her.
Quickly she fitted her bow and pointed it behind her as she turned around. "Who goes?" She called out. The Dwarf came into view. She shook her head. 'What are you thinking, I do not need to slay more innocent!' She thought to herself. She put the arrow back in it's quiver.
"Is there something that you wish from me Master Dwarf?" She asked, summoning her politeness. The Dwarf shook his head. "No Mistress, it was by accident I came upon you. I was merely lost in thought and went where my feet chose." He answered. Farana nodded. "Call me Farana, Lord."
"Farana then. What an odd name. What tongue did it come from?" He asked. "That is not for me to say." Farana answered quickly. She fingered the necklace her father had given her. "No, not at all..." She said absently.
"Okay then Milady Farana, I am Gimli son of Gorin. I have seen you before the King. What purpose do you have here?" He asked her. "I am naught to that either." She said, sighing. "But if you must know," She sat down. "I am a wanderer. I just stopped here for a while. Soon I shall move on. I hope to see the Sea someday, hear the Gulls cry." She said.
"The Sea? That is so far off Milady." Gimli said, sitting beside her. "I do not care. I can live off the lands. And it's just Farana, Gimli." She glancing him over. Gimli shifted uncomfortably under her harsh gaze. "What happened to your Father?" He asked. Instantly Farana snapped her gaze forward. "That is none of your business child." She said angrily.
Gimli didn't comment. 'Legolas also calls Aragorn and I children. Does this mean that she is an Elf? Strange, I never heard nor seen an Elf like this before.' Gimli thought. Farana got up. "I shall leave you now, Master Gimli. I bid you farewell." She left.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'Idiot. Why did you do that?! Now he knows something you didn't want in the open. Idiot, idiot, idiot, idiot! Now you shall have to choose your words carefully!' Farana thought to herself as she went back to Edoras. Never again she shall talk to strangers so openly and misguarded, no never again.
Nimbly she stepped over the large rocks on the plain. 'Father, why did I have to be the one that must survive?!' She thought.
FLASH BACK
"Father! Father! Don't leave me alone in this world!" Cried Farana.
"Be quiet girl! You knew that this day would come! We are in a War, if not the King who dies, then whom?!" Her Father told her sharply, holding his chest where an arrow had pierced it.
"But-but.."
"Silence! Now heed these words Farana, I bear upon ye the curse of our Kindred. A Ring that the Dark Lord hath created. The stories that have been told are true." He said. He drew in a sharp breath.
"You are the only one I have left! Father, please, won't some of our Healing help?" She cried out.
"No, you are the only one who is supposed to survive. Now go girl, leave me and the others. Consider them dead to you!" He said harshly, pushing her away.
"Father.." She embraced him one more time as he breathed his last breath. There he hath died. Farana rode off in the distance, not wanting to see the site again, all the while, thinking of the Ring, the curse her father bestowed to her.
END FLASHBACK
Farana thought of the stories her people used to tell. There was also a song. It went something like this:
Once there was a Dark Lord
on a dark throne
He created a Ring,
One to conquer the earth
But another was born
From the same ashes
It was it's twin brethren
A servant found it and took it
from it's halls of darkness
Into the light it hath come
An Elf found it
Now is it's keeper
till the Dark Lord hath find it
When that has happened
We shall be gone
only one will remain
Up to her it will be
For she will marry
but not of ours
From another Land
There was more to it, but it was lost to her. She never did really pay attention to what they taught her, only things here and there. Now, she wished that she could go back and do things that she wanted to do, but now could not be done.
Suddenly a rider went past her. The Elf. 'Why did I notice? It is just another Elf from wherever he said he was from. I didn't catch his name. What a pity.' She thought, being a little mocking to herself.
More riders went past. Now she was alarmed. 'They are not going into War without me. They will need help, and I cannot see another King die!' She thought. Then she ran faster. When she finally did get to her destination, many men and boys were gathered. 'Children, even the oldest of them all.' She thought.
Finally she spotted the King. She strode to him quickly, so no one could see her. Or so she thought anyway. The Elf blocked her path. "He is busy, do not delay, unless you wish for this place to be destroyed." He told her in Elven. (For all those who know that I am learning, I do not want to put the actual dialect, it is hard and I am still a beginner, it is such a pain to write, much easier to speak!)
"I need to bespeak him. I am going with him." She replied back in the same language. He smiled a bit. "And how would he except?" He asked, his eyes mocking. "Do not mock me Elf." She said, a little angrily. 'I am not going to lose it here, I promised myself more control.' She thought, calming herself.
"I am not mocking you, child." He said, smiling more. "I am not a child! I have seen too many winters to count!" Farana said. 'Calm, calm, calm, calm.' She repeated over and over. Her Father used to tell her that she was only a child.
"Whatever you say. The King still cannot speak to you however." He told her. "He would if you let me." She said. She had finally gotten her temper under control. 'Why is it that I have to have the heritage that has either, no temper or, a very quick one?!' She thought to herself.
"You there, girl, stop busying him. If you have anything to say, say it to me!" The King said, finally noticing her. Farana looked at the Elf like he was an annoying 5 year old and went up to the King. "I wish to join you." She said in the Common Tongue. "You are still a woman to me. You must at least demonstrate." Theoden to told her.
"I shall." She turned her gaze on the fair Elf. "And he shall help me." She said. Theoden nodded. The Elf looked at her mildly. "What do you wish me to do?" He asked. "Draw your weapon." She told him.
He unsheathed a sword, seeing that she did not mean his bow. He then stood there, watching her every movement. She unsheathed hers as well. "Attack." She said. He nodded. Then, quicker than a flash, he lunged for her. She quickly dodged and twirled behind him. He didn't even try to move, knowing that she wished to give the King a good impression. 'Why not?' He thought. Farana knew what was happening. 'He's going easy on me. That won't work.' She thought. Then she called out to him in Elven, "Why do you hesitate?"
Author: Okay, bad ending I know. Anyway, I will update soon. Bye. Review with constructive criticism and love.