She was standing there, with a sword, attacking this man as well. Except, on the new version of the picture, the other man lay on the ground, holding the king in his arms, watching.
She took a few steps back, and nearly ran into the statue. The picture began to fade back to its normal self.
Someone grabbed her by the shoulder, and she jumped forward, and tried to turn around to see who it was but their grip was too tight. She turned her head and saw the outline of a tall man with dark hair and weathered skin. He was wearing a dark green cape, elvish made obviously.
"Let me go!" She yelled, but it was obvious that he wasn't about to do that.
"Do that again." He said slowly, staring at her hard.
"Do what?" She asked, but a stupid question if any. He grabbed her hand, and drug it across the painting and the strange picture showed up, just as it had five seconds ago.
"Who is that? Is it you?" He asked, with a slight threat in his voice.
"I don't know!" After a slight pause she spoke, then realizing his grip had loosened, fought him off and backed away from him towards the picture. He just stood there, staring at first her, then the painting, then back at her. "What do you want! If there was something you needed to know, then you could have asked and didn't have to grab me like that!" she yelled at him, though in a quiet voice, as he was much bigger and stronger than she.
"Do you even know what this is a painting of?" He asked, in a much calmer voice than before.
She turned around and looked at it again, it was back to normal. Turning back she replied, "No.", to the ground, and looked up. "Tell me."
"Do you know who Sauron is?" He asked. That name sounded familiar to her, but she didn't know who exactly it was. She nodded and he continued.
"A long time ago, Lord Sauron cast a dark shadow over these lands. He was unstoppable, and made many great army's. His power lay completely on his ring, a great ring of power forged at Mount Doom." He walked over to the picture, and looking strait at the man with the sword, kept talking. "A great war took place. Many men who resisted the power of the ring were destroyed. Sauron threw aside and killed the King of Gondor. His son, Isildure took his sword," he pointed at the man attacking who was apperantly, now, Sauron- where had she heard that name? "And broke it against his armor. Acting our of panic, he thrashed his sword about, cutting off Sauron's finger, the one that held the Ring of Power, destroying his body, but not himself." He said, finishing up his story. "But," He started up again, her looking at him, "That's, what some say, not what really happened. They say that a girl killed him. A girl with brown hair, bright blue green eyes, and one that carried Opal, one of the greatest swords ever made. There was no proof of this ever happening, and by far no logic in it happening either." He drug his own rough hand over the painting, but nothing happened. He turned around and looked at her, then at the sword she carried. She had gotten it from Elrond, he had said that it was hers. She had no idea what she might need it for, but had excepted it.
"Who are you?" She asked him, realizing that it was a stupid thing to say, for now he would surely ask her the same. The only thing she knew about herself was her name, age, and certain other things that wouldn't help for much.
"I am Aragorn, son or Arothin, heir of Isildure." He replied quickly, but turned around to face her fully slowly. "May I see your sword?" He asked, with no threat in his voice, but it seemed like a demand. She looked down at it, remembering Elrond's words.
"Don't let anyone take this sword, nor touch it. Only few can hold it, without consequences." He had told her. She merely nodded and cautiously accepted it, afraid of whatever consequences he had talked about. Nothing happened, of course.
She looked down at her sword, and pulled it out of its sheath. Staring at it hard, then at him, she held it out, then pulled it back. "Would you rather just look at it, for I fear of what might happen if it were to fall into the wrong hands." She looked at him reproachfully, and he took to her hint. He stared at it for more than a second, until his name was called by whom she thought was Elrond. She quickly, but carefully put her sword back, and sure enough, rounding the corner, was Elrond. She started walking away, with this new bit of information. She didn't know how, or why, but she had figured out one thin, and it wasn't a very reassuring thought. Who ever this Sauron guy was, he was her father.
She took a few steps back, and nearly ran into the statue. The picture began to fade back to its normal self.
Someone grabbed her by the shoulder, and she jumped forward, and tried to turn around to see who it was but their grip was too tight. She turned her head and saw the outline of a tall man with dark hair and weathered skin. He was wearing a dark green cape, elvish made obviously.
"Let me go!" She yelled, but it was obvious that he wasn't about to do that.
"Do that again." He said slowly, staring at her hard.
"Do what?" She asked, but a stupid question if any. He grabbed her hand, and drug it across the painting and the strange picture showed up, just as it had five seconds ago.
"Who is that? Is it you?" He asked, with a slight threat in his voice.
"I don't know!" After a slight pause she spoke, then realizing his grip had loosened, fought him off and backed away from him towards the picture. He just stood there, staring at first her, then the painting, then back at her. "What do you want! If there was something you needed to know, then you could have asked and didn't have to grab me like that!" she yelled at him, though in a quiet voice, as he was much bigger and stronger than she.
"Do you even know what this is a painting of?" He asked, in a much calmer voice than before.
She turned around and looked at it again, it was back to normal. Turning back she replied, "No.", to the ground, and looked up. "Tell me."
"Do you know who Sauron is?" He asked. That name sounded familiar to her, but she didn't know who exactly it was. She nodded and he continued.
"A long time ago, Lord Sauron cast a dark shadow over these lands. He was unstoppable, and made many great army's. His power lay completely on his ring, a great ring of power forged at Mount Doom." He walked over to the picture, and looking strait at the man with the sword, kept talking. "A great war took place. Many men who resisted the power of the ring were destroyed. Sauron threw aside and killed the King of Gondor. His son, Isildure took his sword," he pointed at the man attacking who was apperantly, now, Sauron- where had she heard that name? "And broke it against his armor. Acting our of panic, he thrashed his sword about, cutting off Sauron's finger, the one that held the Ring of Power, destroying his body, but not himself." He said, finishing up his story. "But," He started up again, her looking at him, "That's, what some say, not what really happened. They say that a girl killed him. A girl with brown hair, bright blue green eyes, and one that carried Opal, one of the greatest swords ever made. There was no proof of this ever happening, and by far no logic in it happening either." He drug his own rough hand over the painting, but nothing happened. He turned around and looked at her, then at the sword she carried. She had gotten it from Elrond, he had said that it was hers. She had no idea what she might need it for, but had excepted it.
"Who are you?" She asked him, realizing that it was a stupid thing to say, for now he would surely ask her the same. The only thing she knew about herself was her name, age, and certain other things that wouldn't help for much.
"I am Aragorn, son or Arothin, heir of Isildure." He replied quickly, but turned around to face her fully slowly. "May I see your sword?" He asked, with no threat in his voice, but it seemed like a demand. She looked down at it, remembering Elrond's words.
"Don't let anyone take this sword, nor touch it. Only few can hold it, without consequences." He had told her. She merely nodded and cautiously accepted it, afraid of whatever consequences he had talked about. Nothing happened, of course.
She looked down at her sword, and pulled it out of its sheath. Staring at it hard, then at him, she held it out, then pulled it back. "Would you rather just look at it, for I fear of what might happen if it were to fall into the wrong hands." She looked at him reproachfully, and he took to her hint. He stared at it for more than a second, until his name was called by whom she thought was Elrond. She quickly, but carefully put her sword back, and sure enough, rounding the corner, was Elrond. She started walking away, with this new bit of information. She didn't know how, or why, but she had figured out one thin, and it wasn't a very reassuring thought. Who ever this Sauron guy was, he was her father.