By: SilverRose82
Well, today I believe I break the word limit for another story of mine that has 24 some chapters. Gees. Well I would have updated this Wednesday but I had a dentist appointment and I would have yesterday, but I got on the computer late and I wasn't in the best of moods to do anything.
Anyone know if it's normal to not have all your wisdom teeth grow in, cuz I only got three of em. Yes, THREE, one's not there but then again my dad's cousin got her's pulled and they grew back. So any ways that's all crap.
Thanks :
DragonGirl :
thanks
Goddess-of-Light :
With Boromir you mean? Well she doesn't have a lot of trust in the race of men.
I dunno, you'll have to wait and see if Ren goes with anyone. Legolas being
intrigued by our silver haired lady, well if you just met someone who is older
that Middle Earth, has the respect of Elrond and Gandalf and has this great
amount of power wouldn't you be? Well you're ahead of me in the reading
department of the books. I'm on page 29 of the Fellowship, that's sad and all
but I just don't have the time.
Hikari :
Everyone's gotta have a bad day. But you're right I wouldn't want to meet
Legolas on a bad day.
Lady Light :
Thanks
Callisto Star :
Yup, the stones are the scouts.
sailorruss
CherryGirl :
Almost missed ya, I wrote these reviews at school.
Review, Thanks, and Goodnight:
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"They are late." Ren muttered as she hid in Merry's vest pocket. Leaning against the fabric she glared at the uruks she had started playing tricks on to pass time. She had worked slowly in the night to loosen the knocks in the ropes around Merry and Pippin's hands so that the two could slip tryout to untie the rope binding their feet together. Staring intently at the new leader of the Uruk-hai pack she narrowed her eyes before zapping him with some of her magick. If Aragorn couldn't find their tracks then at least Legolas would be able to feel the magick left in the air. The plants of the forest were working to keep what magick of hers they could.
By night fall the uruks had fallen into a magick induced sleep. Ren flittered out her makeshift hiding place to pull at the ropes, they had been loosened enough that it wouldn't take to long for one of the hobbits to get them off. Her mutterings, of if Legolas couldn't pick up on this magick patch then she'd give the elf a sound yelling to when they did get away, were enough to keep the two hobbits entertained as she continued working on the ropes around their wrists.
"How much longer?" Merry whispered as he looked behind him, he could see the light of Ren's faerie aura flashing around as she pulled from different sections of rope. She sighed loudly so they could hear her before climbing up the back of his over coat. Looking over at the two she muttered a few words under her breath before looking up at them with her give it a try look. Pippin gave a silence gasp as he pulled his hands out from the ropes, grabbing his dagger he cut the ropes around his ankles before moving to free Merry.
Moving quietly through the camp ground they made their way into the forest back tracking as well as they could only being able to follow the bright silvery streak they knew to be Ren. They knew that getting as far away from the Uruk-hai camp ground was critical to their survival. Fighting through branches and bramble, the sounds of battle could be heard behind them, stopping they turned to see if anyone had followed after them.
"What's going on?" Pippin asked as Ren came up behind them, inhuman screams could be heard from the clearing they had just fled from moments before.
"Rohan warriors, they were following us." Ren whispered as she looked around the darkened forest they were now standing in. Light was scarce in the forest of Fangorn for the old crooked trees tried to make their home a place where no man wanted to enter. Groans were heard around them as Merry and Pippin spun around trying to see what was causing the noise.
"I say we find a tree to rest in tonight." Merry whispered as he moved to the nearest tree, pushing Pippin into the branches he jumped up into the tree behind his cousin. Ren watched them as she weaved from side to side still looking back towards the battle field.
"Merry! Merry!" Pippin cried in a frighten whisper as he stared at the tree trunk that was now staring back at him. Merry looked up at his cousin in annoyance before a hand wrapped around him. Trying to get out of the tightening grasp which was threatening to cut off his air supply her glanced over at Pippin who was suffering the same fate as he was.
"What do we have here? Little orcs?" the tree asked as he lifted Merry and Pippin higher into the air to look at them, Merry looked severely revolted at being called an orc.
"Treebeard. Treebeard! Stop hurting them! And since when do I travel with orcs! They are hobbits!" Ren cried as she stood before the old tree shepherd, looking up at him she glared at him while he glanced down. His yellow green eyes widened as he released the pressure of his grip on the two. "Treebeard, listen, you need to take Merry and Pippin with you. Guard them and go, your meeting awaits you."
"Where are you going?" Merry cried out as he was placed on the Ent's shoulders. Looking down at Ren who could only stare up at him sullenly before jumping into the trees. With one last glance down at the two hobbits, she smiled before pushing the branches away careful to not break any as she peered into the world outside Fangorn.
"I have to go help the others." Ren cried out before the piercing cries of an eagle roared over head as the branches above them shook with the gust the powerful wings had made as they flew overhead the forest of Fangorn.
"We go to find your friends." Thorondor told Ren as he flew low over the forest, while it had looked dark inside the forest morning had dawned behind them as the great copper eagle cried out again, Ren peered over his wings to see the smoke of burned uruk-kai bodies. Wrinkling up her nose at the smell they traveled the same path the Rohirrim had taken, Thorondor looked back at her, his onyx eyes sparkled in the light of the sun. "It is red. It has been many a year, since I have seen it that colour."
"It means death, Thorondor." Ren whispered as she continued to look over the land below them. She could see over the crest of a near by hill as the riders made their way over the dormant yellow hills of Rohan, heading where ever they wished, nothing left for the exiled group of riders. "Go towards Edoras."
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"What business does an elf, a man, and a dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" Eomer stared hard at the three standing before him now, how he had not seen them until the man, Aragorn, had cried out to them was beyond him and only angered him more. Dismounting from his horse he glared at them, trying to see if they were friend or foe.
"I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, from the Woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan and of Théoden, its King." Aragorn told the rider before him as he pointed towards his companions and friends, Legolas and Gimli nodded their heads at their names before turning their attention back onto the riders.
"Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe." Eomer, pulling off his helmet his sandy blonde hair fell around his shoulders. A look of annoyance and anger past over his face as he remembered why he and the others were now riding across the lands, killing orcs and Uruk-hais. "Not even his own kin. Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claim lordship over this land. My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there they say, as an old man, hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets."
"We are not spies. We tracked a band of Uruk-Hai westward across the plains. They have taken two of our friends captive." Aragorn told him as he looked at the rider before him. Eomer glanced over at his companions before nodding. The group of riders raised their staffs and bows, but all ready to attack the strange band that was passing through their lands.
"The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night. We left none alive." He told them pointing the way the riders had come from. "We piled the carcasses and burned them."
"Did you see any hobbits? Children in your eyes?" Aragorn asked urgently, staring at the blonde haired rider before him, the three held their breath waiting for an answer. "Or a woman?"
"I am sorry. Hasufel! Arod! May these horses bear you to better fortune than the former masters. Farewell. Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands." Eomer shook his head, calling for two horses to be brought forth, he put his helmet back on before mounting his horse and leaving the three to their own accord. Legolas bowed his head as he placed a hand on Gimli's shoulder. The dwarf was shaking his head no, not wanting to believe that their friends were dead. "We ride north!"
"The Lady Ren would not put the two in danger. Though they were naught found does not mean they are dead." Aragorn turned to look at them before grasping the bridle of the grey stallion, Haseful, he had been give to ride, Legolas helped Gimli onto Arod's back, the smaller chestnut stallion snorted at the weight but was calmed by soothing elven words. Turning the horses toward Fangorn forest they rode off in hope that their friends would be alive and well.
Reaching the battle ground, Aragorn flew off Haseful's back to the pile of burned uruk-hai and orc flesh. Gimli and Legolas followed after him, the horses moved to graze a few feet off. Gimli started to dig through the burnt rubble as Legolas looked around the area, he felt something, glancing around he watched as Aragorn looked for clues. None of them believing that their friends were dead. Walking around he moved towards the forest opposite of the side Aragorn was searching on, taking a sharp intake of breath at the powerful aura of magick he felt in that area. Kneeling down to search through the trampled grass he found the ropes that had been used to bind Merry and Pippin's arms and legs.
"Aragorn, they live." Legolas called out as Gimli and Aragorn rushed to where he was standing. Aragorn searched the ground for tracks and found them heading away from the battle into the forest of Fangorn. The odd forest was full of crooked grey branches that seemed to dare the three to enter. Looking at each other they slowly made their way into the forest, walking in single file they came to a clearing.
Aragorn was not able to identify the markings on the stone stairs, looking up suddenly he shrank back to Legolas' side. Staring up at the figure they were blinded by a white light, weapons were drawn and fired as a cloaked figure appeared before them, the arrow was deflected and the sword hilt burned as the trees whispered and moaned around them.
"Mithrandir!" Legolas cried as the old man chuckled, nodding his head at the elf's words.
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She stood on the steps of Meduseld waiting silently for the riders she and Éowyn had both seen. The younger girl had gone into Meduseld to wait for the others to appear. Guards appeared out of Meduseld as the four rode through the gates of the city towards the Golden Hall. Her dress was simple reaching the floor in gentle waves, a light silver with an inch long, gold trim along the shoulder and neckline an opal gemstone was placed in the center, a belt the same style as the neckline lay at her hips. The sleeves translucent in colour fluttered around her arms and body having no resistance to keep them from fluttering out behind her, mixing with white gold of her hair billowing in the wind behind her.
"I cannot allow you before King Théoden so armed, Gandalf Grayhame. By order of Grima Wormtongue." Hama told the group as he stood at the top of the stairs glaring at the group on the ground below. Ren smiled down at the shocked Fellowship members as they slowly walked up the stairs only to give up their weapons to enter the hall and see King Théoden. Gimli glared at Legolas as he watched the elf, pull his short swords from behind his back and flip them so a guard could take them. "Your staff."
"Hmm? Oh. No, you would not part an old man from his walking stick." Gandalf mussed as he winked at Ren, she smiled silently before laying a hand on Hama's arm. The blonde haired man glanced over at the woman standing at his side, nodding he allowed them to pass.
She followed behind the group silently as they walked into Meduseld, Legolas helping Gandalf up the stairs, staying in the back as Grima cried out that they should have taken Gandalf's staff. She watched in silent amusement as Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli took down any guards that tried to reach Gandalf as the wizard garbed in his grey cloak made his way towards Théoden, the king looked sickly as he leaned closer to Grima listening to the lies being told to him. Pointing his staff at the king, the voice of Saruman filled the room. Aragorn moved to stop Éowyn from interfering as Gandalf drove Saruman from Théoden's body.
"Be gone!" Gandalf cried as he banished Saruman from Théoden's body. Everyone watched in silence as the riddled and tired face slowly became young, tan skin taking place of the grey hue that had once covered the kings body. Théoden coming out of the spell placed upon him by Saruman. Aragorn loosens his hold on Eowyn, the young woman rushed to her uncle's side as she glanced up at him with tear filled eyes. The guards began to move over to where Grima lay, Gimli's foot placed above his chest. "Breathe the free air again, my friend."
"Dark my dreams have been of late." Théoden whispered as he glanced over at Gandalf, turning his eyes away from his niece.
"Your fingers would remember their old strength better... if they grasped your sword." Gandalf told the king before him with a smile as Hama rushed to bring his king his sword. Théoden slowly wrapped his hand around the hilt, carefully drawing the sword out with a shaky hand. Holding his sword in front of his face her turned to gaze at Grima, the white skinned man's black eyes widened in shock as he was thrown out of the Golden Hall and into the street below.
"I've only ever served you my lord" Grima cried as he turned panic filled eyes onto the lord of Edoras, as he walked down the stairs his sword poised for death. "Send me not from your side!"
"No my lord! Let him go. Enough blood has been spilled on his account." Aragorn cried as he ran down the stairs to halt Théoden from killing Grima, Ren watched, her head tilted to the side as she watched the future king halt a man's death.
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There was a silence in the room as Aragorn confronted Ren on the hobbits. Gimli looked rather sickly at the thought that some misfortune had befallen the two. Aragorn continued his questions as the doors opened and Gandalf and Théoden brought in two young children, Éowyn right behind them ready to offer any assistance she could. Legolas, standing before a pillar, Ren to his left, watched as Aragorn growled before ending his interrogation.
"They are not dead, if that is what you think." Ren told him as she clasped her hands in front of her, staring at Aragorn intently waiting for his reply. She watched as he turned away, her piercing gaze reminding him of Arwen. Legolas turned to his friend wondering if he was ill, Aragorn only waved him off as he moved to sit at a nearby table.
"Then where are they, Lady?" Gimli asked looking up at her, his onyx eyes blazing as he awaited her answer.
"They are with Treebeard." She told him, screams filled the air as the a shrill cry could be heard outside the hall. Aragorn and Legolas rushed towards the door, their weapons ready for an attack, Ren's eyes widened as she lifted her dress skirt up so she could run after them. Reaching the platform she pushed past the guards, jumping down the stairs to the large copper eagle that stood before the Golden Hall. Placing her hands near the eagle's head she hugged the large bird around the neck. Everyone left in Meduseld appeared behind the stunned guards, Legolas stared at the large bird in awe while listening to the soft voice of Ren as she and the eagle lord spoke to each other. Gandalf shook his head as he slowly made his way down the stairs to speak with Ren and the Eagle.
"Landroval, what are you doing so far from the mountains?!" Gandalf cried he appeared at the eagle's side. Landroval lifted his head to gaze at the white wizard before a gruff laugh could be heard, as he ruffled his feathers. He eyed those who still had weapons pointed towards him warily. Lowing his head towards the wizard he pointed his beak towards the guards before falling quiet again.
"Low your weapons. He means no harm." Legolas cried as he stared into the reflective eyes of Landroval. He had only once before seen the eagle lords and even then it had never been at such a short distance. The size and power he saw before him could even stun an elf.
"I came to tell Cosmos about the little hobbits she has me watch." Landroval spoke quietly as he shuffled his weight around on the uneven ground below his sharp talons. Gandalf nodded as he continued to talk in low tones to the eagle, nods were given as Landroval spoke of the Rohirrim he had flown over as he took a short detour to speak to his brother before coming to Edoras. "I must take flight, Easterlings are moving towards Mordor, must make sure no harm falls on your little friends."
"Fare thee well, Landroval." Ren whispered as she walked back up the stairs to stand beside Legolas, he turned to her before looking back at the eagle who was getting ready to jump into the sky. Watching in silence as Landroval took off with a great thrust of his wings, pushing down a draft of air that knocked many people to the ground from the power they walked, slowly, back into Meduseld. Speaking of what Landroval had told him, Gandalf and Théoden started to argue about the safety of the people of Edoras.
"You have many secrets, Lady Ren." Legolas whispered as he silently watched the older elf stare out a window, facing towards Mordor. She pushed loose stands of hair behind her ears as she turned her head to the side appearing to have heard what he said. Shaking her head she placed her hands on the window, she appeared to be seeing past the mountains to where ever the two hobbits were. Lowering her head she brought clasped hands up to her face, praying for safety many guessed.