Chapter 5: Blah. No title yet.
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No comment for the present.
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Legolas let out a soft groan of frustration. Sara had stumbled yet again in the snow. He was in an awful mood. Yesterday afternoon he had set his horse on the way home to Mirkwood, and now they were halfway up the mountain. He had quite forgotten how slow humans were compared to elves, and how they were not as resistant to cold.
Sara pulled herself back up and shot a glare at the elf.
"You could bloody do something, instead of just *staring*! "
"Hurry up."
"Oh! That's all you can say!"
"If we want to gain the summit by nightfall you'd better keep up."
"And what makes you think I want to?"
Legolas was totally frustrated. Sara was so exasperating. she seemed to be able to think up split-second retorts for almost everything.
The cold wind blew hard on their faces, whipping hair into their eyes and stinging their cheeks. Sara drew the cloak closer around her and continued on in the ever-deepening snow. Then there was a loud creaking. The sound was strangely familiar to Sara, yet she could not remember where she had heard it. Legolas knew.
"The snow is shifting under its on weight! Hurry!"
Of course! It was the sound of heavily-packed snow about to be released in one of nature's most deadly forces. Sara looked up just in time to see the first boulder come loose.
"Drego!" (Run!) Legolas yelled.
Sara made a frantic dive out of the way. In spite of the danger, however, she could not resist shooting back, "As if I needed you to tell me!"
Then more snow came loose, down, heavier and heavier.
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Evening saw Glorfindel and co. *finally* stumbling upon Aragorn and the hobbits. Polinn turned triumphantly to the dumbstruck elf.
"Ha! Told you!"
Glorfindel only managed to mumble lamely, "All right, all right, let's go."
Shuwen sniggered.
"Trying to take the glory and credit, huh?"
The golden-haired elf trotted Asfaloth into the midst of the stone trolls.
"Ai na vedui Dunadan! Mae govannen!" (as if anyone needs help with this one.)
Dismounting, Glorfindel strode over to the Ranger. Just as the girls strode in.
"Glorfindel, ma na.hyn?" (who are they?)
Aragorn cast his glance over them. Bedraggled, tired, but still plainly screaming "Trouble" with a capital "T".
"Edain. And narn.." (Humans. Long story.)
For the sake of the hobbits they then switched to the common speech.
"The Peredhil sent me out to search for the Ringbearer."
"There are nine black riders behind us. They hear the ring call. We were attacked on Amon Sul. Frodo was stabbed by a Nazgul."
Glorfindel paled. How could they have known? But he pushed aside the question and turned back to the problem at hand.
In the background, the girls were trying hard not to think about how near the Nazgul might be. And they failed.
"If I remember rightly," Inez gulped. "Nine screaming cloaked black idiots on freaky black horses are soon going to make their grand entrance."
"No need to remind us."
"I sense trouble."
"Yeah, trouble with Nez's big mouth."
"But I think there really is!"
"I guess. Frodo with the Ring is a wraith magnet."
"Not to mention that nice helpful bit of knife that's in him."
Claire cringed.
"Don't talk about such things!"
"Then what? The birdies and ikkle bees and the flowers?"
"Good point. I hear no birds."
"See none either. And at this time of day they should be returning to their nests."
"Don't you suppose they just decided to bed down early?"
"That's my damned point. What made them decide to go home early is what worries me. Animals are creatures of habit. They don't just change the itinerary like that."
An unearthly screech in the distance confirmed their fears. Glorfindel came running over.
"Follow now! No time to argue!"
The company set off at a quick pace, Glorfindel leading Asfaloth with Frodo mounted on him, followed by the other three hobbits, then the children, and Aragorn bringing up the rear. Polinn and Shuwen held a whispered conversation.
"How far behind d'you think."
"Don't bloody know, don't bloody want to know."
"Any moment."
"If I recall correctly, they're not supposed to appear till tomorrow."
"The suspense is killing me."
"If *they* don't kill you first."
"Wonderful thought, huh?"
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Excuse the nasty Elvish, will you? We only just started learning.
Disclaimer: Lah-di-dah.
No comment for the present.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas let out a soft groan of frustration. Sara had stumbled yet again in the snow. He was in an awful mood. Yesterday afternoon he had set his horse on the way home to Mirkwood, and now they were halfway up the mountain. He had quite forgotten how slow humans were compared to elves, and how they were not as resistant to cold.
Sara pulled herself back up and shot a glare at the elf.
"You could bloody do something, instead of just *staring*! "
"Hurry up."
"Oh! That's all you can say!"
"If we want to gain the summit by nightfall you'd better keep up."
"And what makes you think I want to?"
Legolas was totally frustrated. Sara was so exasperating. she seemed to be able to think up split-second retorts for almost everything.
The cold wind blew hard on their faces, whipping hair into their eyes and stinging their cheeks. Sara drew the cloak closer around her and continued on in the ever-deepening snow. Then there was a loud creaking. The sound was strangely familiar to Sara, yet she could not remember where she had heard it. Legolas knew.
"The snow is shifting under its on weight! Hurry!"
Of course! It was the sound of heavily-packed snow about to be released in one of nature's most deadly forces. Sara looked up just in time to see the first boulder come loose.
"Drego!" (Run!) Legolas yelled.
Sara made a frantic dive out of the way. In spite of the danger, however, she could not resist shooting back, "As if I needed you to tell me!"
Then more snow came loose, down, heavier and heavier.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Evening saw Glorfindel and co. *finally* stumbling upon Aragorn and the hobbits. Polinn turned triumphantly to the dumbstruck elf.
"Ha! Told you!"
Glorfindel only managed to mumble lamely, "All right, all right, let's go."
Shuwen sniggered.
"Trying to take the glory and credit, huh?"
The golden-haired elf trotted Asfaloth into the midst of the stone trolls.
"Ai na vedui Dunadan! Mae govannen!" (as if anyone needs help with this one.)
Dismounting, Glorfindel strode over to the Ranger. Just as the girls strode in.
"Glorfindel, ma na.hyn?" (who are they?)
Aragorn cast his glance over them. Bedraggled, tired, but still plainly screaming "Trouble" with a capital "T".
"Edain. And narn.." (Humans. Long story.)
For the sake of the hobbits they then switched to the common speech.
"The Peredhil sent me out to search for the Ringbearer."
"There are nine black riders behind us. They hear the ring call. We were attacked on Amon Sul. Frodo was stabbed by a Nazgul."
Glorfindel paled. How could they have known? But he pushed aside the question and turned back to the problem at hand.
In the background, the girls were trying hard not to think about how near the Nazgul might be. And they failed.
"If I remember rightly," Inez gulped. "Nine screaming cloaked black idiots on freaky black horses are soon going to make their grand entrance."
"No need to remind us."
"I sense trouble."
"Yeah, trouble with Nez's big mouth."
"But I think there really is!"
"I guess. Frodo with the Ring is a wraith magnet."
"Not to mention that nice helpful bit of knife that's in him."
Claire cringed.
"Don't talk about such things!"
"Then what? The birdies and ikkle bees and the flowers?"
"Good point. I hear no birds."
"See none either. And at this time of day they should be returning to their nests."
"Don't you suppose they just decided to bed down early?"
"That's my damned point. What made them decide to go home early is what worries me. Animals are creatures of habit. They don't just change the itinerary like that."
An unearthly screech in the distance confirmed their fears. Glorfindel came running over.
"Follow now! No time to argue!"
The company set off at a quick pace, Glorfindel leading Asfaloth with Frodo mounted on him, followed by the other three hobbits, then the children, and Aragorn bringing up the rear. Polinn and Shuwen held a whispered conversation.
"How far behind d'you think."
"Don't bloody know, don't bloody want to know."
"Any moment."
"If I recall correctly, they're not supposed to appear till tomorrow."
"The suspense is killing me."
"If *they* don't kill you first."
"Wonderful thought, huh?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Excuse the nasty Elvish, will you? We only just started learning.