Chapter 6
Disclaimer: All is Tolkien's except for the girls, who are their own people. *yawn*
Hmm..... Introduce the characters? I think not. You're supposed to pick up their characters in the course of the story.
Sara the Mary-sue? Bad, baaaad mental picture. Ah well, at least it gave us all a good laugh.
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Sara pushed herself out of the snow before it could pack atop her. Where was that elf? Sara trudged out from under the rocky overhang.....
....and tripped over something in the snow.
"Ow!"
"What the bloody ------"
"Sara?"
"Legs?"
"You twit! Get off me! Mmmfffff .."
Sara sniggered and pretended to trip over, landing on the elf's head.
"Tut, tut, watch your choice of language. And mind your manners."
"Oh, Eru! Just get off, will you, and stop pushing me in any further! You'll bury me alive!"
"Hmmm... Never thought of that, but that's a nice idea....."
"Shoo!"
"Say please...."
"Why should I?"
"Petulant git."
"Fine. *Please* can you stop leaning on me so I can get out?"
"Hmm..... on account of the snow and my wish to put as much distance between me and this goddamned mountain, I'll let you off *this time*."
Legolas groaned and rolled his eyes, as, in a irritatingly slow way, Sara got up and strolled down the slope whistling, leaving him to pull himself out and charge after her.
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One loud screech.
Then an answering one.
Ringwraiths!
"Ride, Frodo! The enemy is upon you!"
The hobbit rode three steps. Then he stopped.
"It's the wraiths!" Aragorn cried. "They're holding him!"
"This isn't going to work! If we send Frodo on alone he could stop the horse anytime!"
"One of us go with him!"
"I will."
"I think I'm faster!"
Chan turned to Diana.
"They just *had* to start arguing at a time like this."
Sudden impulse seized Diana.
"Oh for God's sake I'll do it! I'll probably go faster then the both of you seeing as you'll spend more time arguing!"
Aragorn and Glorfindel looked as if she had just said she was going to take on a cave troll.
"You?!"
"Sure you can even *ride*?"
The only answer Aragorn got was a kick as Diana, in the absence of a suitable mounting block, decided to use the Ranger instead.
"Damn idiot!"
But Diana had already wheeled the horse around and kicked him into a gallop.
"So long and take your time!"
Glorfindel and Aragorn stood dumbfounded for a moment, then took off down the road.
"To the ford! We can at least cut them off there!"
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Several metres down the road, Diana was, in fact, enjoying herself. If what Tolkien wrote was indeed true, then the large pale grey animal beneath her could easily outrun the Black Riders, and she could simply enjoy being back on a horse again.
She shortened the rein and jumped a log into the woods as she saw the first Black Rider thundering down the road like a bulldoazer on hooves. Sheesh. They were so noisy, they were hard to miss.
"Darn!"
Another two Riders leapt out from the bushes ahead. Diana made a tight turn and took the risk of riding Asfaloth straight past the noses of the astonished animals. Jumping a hedge that was in the way, she doubled back to the main road and spurred Asfaloth down the last lap of the road. Another Rider dashed out from the bushes. Dodge, turn, swerve. Frodo had simply clung to Asfaloth's mane the whole time.
The ford was approaching. Spray flew up as the horse leaped in. They were halfway across, reaching the bank, up the steep enbankment, out!
Triumphantly, Diana turned Asfaloth to face the Nine on the other side of the water. Loud hisses. Asfaloth reared up in fear.
The Witch-King rode into the water. Diana settled back to watch the show. When all nine were in, the flood was released with a bang. The violent waters made quick work of the Ringwraiths.
Once the waters cleared, Glorfindel and co. were standing aghast on the other side.
"What's taking you so long? Get across!"
Diana dismounted as the rest came wading over.
"Mister Frodoooooo!"
The girls rolled their eyes and Polinn promptly started a water fight in the Bruinen, with all nine girls against Sam. Glorfindel quickly solved his own problem by making himself scarce. He took over Asfaloth, and rode away down the road with Frodo. Aragorn was left to control the rest. Now Merry and Pippin had joined in, going to Sam's side.
"All right, break it up!"
Aragorn's reply was a nice, round smooth river rock to the face and a long cold shower.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back at Rivendell, Gwen and Pris were startled by the arrival of a horse in the courtyard. The harness bells rand shrill, the hooves thudded hard and fast, as if the rider had great need of speed.
Rushing to the window, they saw the very same rider from four days ago come careening into the courtyard of Imladris. Elrond came rushing out to greet him.
"Did you do it?'
"Yes, Lord, but the Witch-King got him. He's fading fast."
"Bring him in, I'll go get Mithrandir."
Servants led the horse away as the two elves disappeared back into the house.
"It's Frodo!"
"Then the other elf is Glorfindel!"
Pris looked nervously over her shoulder as if expecting a rabid Polinn to appear at her shoulder at the mention of her favourite elf.
"Imagine if Pofo was here."
"There's no need to."
"Why?"
"Because she is."
Gwen was looking out the large window at yet another party come striding onto the courtyard.
There was no mistaking Polinn's insanely long braid. Or Silei's tall, lanky stature. Or Claire's brownish, curled locks.
The duo made straight for the stairs once Pris had managed to convince herself the ivy outside the window wasn't exactly strong enough to bear her weight.
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Darn. The stupid keyboard won't type the letters with dots and dashes on top. *Whacks keyboard with Silei's photocopied appendices* *sorry, Si!* *Runs off*
Disclaimer: All is Tolkien's except for the girls, who are their own people. *yawn*
Hmm..... Introduce the characters? I think not. You're supposed to pick up their characters in the course of the story.
Sara the Mary-sue? Bad, baaaad mental picture. Ah well, at least it gave us all a good laugh.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sara pushed herself out of the snow before it could pack atop her. Where was that elf? Sara trudged out from under the rocky overhang.....
....and tripped over something in the snow.
"Ow!"
"What the bloody ------"
"Sara?"
"Legs?"
"You twit! Get off me! Mmmfffff .."
Sara sniggered and pretended to trip over, landing on the elf's head.
"Tut, tut, watch your choice of language. And mind your manners."
"Oh, Eru! Just get off, will you, and stop pushing me in any further! You'll bury me alive!"
"Hmmm... Never thought of that, but that's a nice idea....."
"Shoo!"
"Say please...."
"Why should I?"
"Petulant git."
"Fine. *Please* can you stop leaning on me so I can get out?"
"Hmm..... on account of the snow and my wish to put as much distance between me and this goddamned mountain, I'll let you off *this time*."
Legolas groaned and rolled his eyes, as, in a irritatingly slow way, Sara got up and strolled down the slope whistling, leaving him to pull himself out and charge after her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
One loud screech.
Then an answering one.
Ringwraiths!
"Ride, Frodo! The enemy is upon you!"
The hobbit rode three steps. Then he stopped.
"It's the wraiths!" Aragorn cried. "They're holding him!"
"This isn't going to work! If we send Frodo on alone he could stop the horse anytime!"
"One of us go with him!"
"I will."
"I think I'm faster!"
Chan turned to Diana.
"They just *had* to start arguing at a time like this."
Sudden impulse seized Diana.
"Oh for God's sake I'll do it! I'll probably go faster then the both of you seeing as you'll spend more time arguing!"
Aragorn and Glorfindel looked as if she had just said she was going to take on a cave troll.
"You?!"
"Sure you can even *ride*?"
The only answer Aragorn got was a kick as Diana, in the absence of a suitable mounting block, decided to use the Ranger instead.
"Damn idiot!"
But Diana had already wheeled the horse around and kicked him into a gallop.
"So long and take your time!"
Glorfindel and Aragorn stood dumbfounded for a moment, then took off down the road.
"To the ford! We can at least cut them off there!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Several metres down the road, Diana was, in fact, enjoying herself. If what Tolkien wrote was indeed true, then the large pale grey animal beneath her could easily outrun the Black Riders, and she could simply enjoy being back on a horse again.
She shortened the rein and jumped a log into the woods as she saw the first Black Rider thundering down the road like a bulldoazer on hooves. Sheesh. They were so noisy, they were hard to miss.
"Darn!"
Another two Riders leapt out from the bushes ahead. Diana made a tight turn and took the risk of riding Asfaloth straight past the noses of the astonished animals. Jumping a hedge that was in the way, she doubled back to the main road and spurred Asfaloth down the last lap of the road. Another Rider dashed out from the bushes. Dodge, turn, swerve. Frodo had simply clung to Asfaloth's mane the whole time.
The ford was approaching. Spray flew up as the horse leaped in. They were halfway across, reaching the bank, up the steep enbankment, out!
Triumphantly, Diana turned Asfaloth to face the Nine on the other side of the water. Loud hisses. Asfaloth reared up in fear.
The Witch-King rode into the water. Diana settled back to watch the show. When all nine were in, the flood was released with a bang. The violent waters made quick work of the Ringwraiths.
Once the waters cleared, Glorfindel and co. were standing aghast on the other side.
"What's taking you so long? Get across!"
Diana dismounted as the rest came wading over.
"Mister Frodoooooo!"
The girls rolled their eyes and Polinn promptly started a water fight in the Bruinen, with all nine girls against Sam. Glorfindel quickly solved his own problem by making himself scarce. He took over Asfaloth, and rode away down the road with Frodo. Aragorn was left to control the rest. Now Merry and Pippin had joined in, going to Sam's side.
"All right, break it up!"
Aragorn's reply was a nice, round smooth river rock to the face and a long cold shower.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Back at Rivendell, Gwen and Pris were startled by the arrival of a horse in the courtyard. The harness bells rand shrill, the hooves thudded hard and fast, as if the rider had great need of speed.
Rushing to the window, they saw the very same rider from four days ago come careening into the courtyard of Imladris. Elrond came rushing out to greet him.
"Did you do it?'
"Yes, Lord, but the Witch-King got him. He's fading fast."
"Bring him in, I'll go get Mithrandir."
Servants led the horse away as the two elves disappeared back into the house.
"It's Frodo!"
"Then the other elf is Glorfindel!"
Pris looked nervously over her shoulder as if expecting a rabid Polinn to appear at her shoulder at the mention of her favourite elf.
"Imagine if Pofo was here."
"There's no need to."
"Why?"
"Because she is."
Gwen was looking out the large window at yet another party come striding onto the courtyard.
There was no mistaking Polinn's insanely long braid. Or Silei's tall, lanky stature. Or Claire's brownish, curled locks.
The duo made straight for the stairs once Pris had managed to convince herself the ivy outside the window wasn't exactly strong enough to bear her weight.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Darn. The stupid keyboard won't type the letters with dots and dashes on top. *Whacks keyboard with Silei's photocopied appendices* *sorry, Si!* *Runs off*