DISCLAIMER- Not mine... I sure do tire of these... =P
So, replies to my lovely reviewers...!
MoroTheWolfGod- here's some more for you! =)
MaidenOfImladris- I'm glad you love it! You're probably only as sadistic as me... in my eyes, its normal! =D Hmm, I think it might just a /little/ bit hard for Aragorn, yeah... =D
IrishQT and Tap Dancing Widow- I've tried to sort out the formatting now for Chapter 6, so I hope that looks better... here's the next chapter for you both! =)
leggylover03- Tee hee! =D I know it was too short... hopefully we should be getting some Estel PAIN quite soon... I'm not making any promises though... =D
Bec- Hey, what can I say? At this present moment, Lego's memory is kaput! =D Aren't I evil?!
outlawgirl08- here's some more! =)
Amananduniel Black- Blimey Jo, have you got any idea how *long* your name takes to type?! =P Lol, you do get yourself into quite a bit! =) I've tried to sort out the formatting, is it better now?
Stephanie-Lou- It's ok, you've reviewed now! =) I think the next owie is quintuple ouch, and then the next one sextuple and the next is septuplet. That takes us up to seven... hmm, will I get that far? =)
"..."- Nice name! =D I'm not gonna say if Leggy gets his memory back... hey, it wouldn't be drama if we knew the outcome! =D
On with the story then...
~*~*~*~
Elrond looked up at the stormy sky and groaned.
"Of all the damned days..."
Glorfindel stepped up beside his friend. "Do not fret so Elrond," he comforted. "I am confident that we shall find the boys... though Eru knows when..." The golden-haired Elf kept the last part of his sentence in his head only.
However, no matter how much reassuring Glorfindel did, nothing could break the Lord of Imladris form his vexing thoughts. He now had a rough idea of where Legolas and Estel were, but it was a difficult area to reach.
"No wonder they got there so easily," he thought, recalling that the pair had almost no regard for rules... even those set by nature itself. If something looked impossible to climb, you could bet that either the young boy or the Elven Prince would be at the top like a shot.
He would find them. He had to...
~*~*~*~
"Something wrong?" asked Legolas innocently. Aragorn turned to him with a face like the thunder that rumbled above them.
"Something... *wrong*?!" he squealed. "We are stuck down the bottom of a cliff, in the dark, in a thunderstorm, we're both soaking wet, and nobody knows where on Arda we are, AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS SOMETHING WRONG?!?!?!? HOW HARD DID YOU HIT YOUR HEAD LEGOLAS?!?!?! HAS IT TAKEN AWAY YOUR COMMON SENSE OR SOMETHING?! OF COURSE THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG!!!"
"Legolas...?"
"THAT'S YOUR NAME YOU MORON!"
Aragorn immediately wished that he could take back his words; but not even the greatest power in Middle-Earth could do that.
"Sorry..." whispered Legolas, turning away from his 'friend' and cradling his arm and shoulder.
Aragorn was just about to apologise as best he could when he heard someone calling from above.
"Boys? Hello? Boys, where are you?"
"Ada?! Is that you?!" he called back. A face popped from over the cliff edge.
The first thing that Aragorn noticed was that it was not his Ada. Then, he realised that he did not know the person at all. Thirdly, he was a little taken back to find that it was a woman; quite an old one, with greying hair. She had a few wrinkles, and she wore black robes which whipped and blew around in the wind.
"I'm afraid I'm not young one, but it looks to me like you need some assistance," croaked the woman. "I heard shouting, and since girls don't shout I knew it was a boy. And since you seemed to be arguing, I knew it was at least two boys. Now, what would two boys be doing this far out from Rivendell, which I assume is their home?" She smiled, showing yellowy teeth.
Aragorn didn't know what it was, but there was just something about her that seemed... unnatural. However, he was so desperate to get out of the chasm and the muck that he was willing to trust her, even if she seemed to know and uncomfortable amount about them.
"Well, if you don't mind," he shouted. "But I'm afraid my friend is hurt quite badly, can you help me to get him up without making it worse?"
The woman cracked that toothy grin again, and Aragorn was again shifted into unnerving suspicion. That smile...
"What ails your friend then?" she queried sweetly.
"He has broken his arm and dislocated it. Can you help?"
"Oh, broken bones are simple to fix, as are dislocations. On the other hand, I get the feeling that you are not telling me all you know." she called.
Aragorn was feeling more and more nervous. How did she know?
"Bring him over here; I'll mend it in a second." said the woman.
"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name first?" asked Aragorn, trying to use the courtesy that Elrond had taught him when speaking to those you did not know.
"Marethiel," she hissed... at least, Aragorn *thought* she hissed. At this moment however, he had to get Legolas.
"Legolas? Come here," he whispered, trying not to sound like he was ordering the Elf around.
"Why should I?" came a sobbed reply. "I mean, you don't like me, the weather obviously doesn't like me, and I don't even know where I am, or who I am, or anything! Why shouldn't I just stay here?"
Aragorn thought for a moment. Then it hit him.
"Because you have a new friend, and she is standing up there, and she wants to help you get out of here and remember everything that you've forgotten." he coaxed.
"Promise?" asked Legolas, wary that the boy may be tricking him.
"I promise, Legolas." said Aragorn bluntly.
Hesitantly, Legolas unravelled himself from the little ball that he'd rolled into and, holding his arm, wandered over to Aragorn.
"Where is she then Estel?" he asked, remembering that this was what the boy had called himself earlier.
"Up there." said Aragorn, pointing to Marethiel. Legolas looked up with his bright blue eyes and beheld the old stooping woman that towered above them at the top of the cliff.
Marethiel looked into those sparkling orbs and had to suppress her wild grin. "An Elf!" she thought. "Perfect... just perfect..."
"Alright then boys!" she called loudly. "I am going to have to use a little bit of... magic." she grinned, looking extremely happy once she found a word.
"Magic?" said both the boys simultaneously.
"What's magic, Estel?" asked Legolas in a hushed whisper.
"Well, it's... magic." Aragorn replied, not really being able to answer the question. "Magic is... magic, I suppose..."
"Oh... right... magic..." mumbled Legolas, trying to understand the words.
"Yes boys, magic!" shrieked Marethiel gleefully. "Now, let's fix up that arm of yours dear..."
"Estel, I don't like her." whispered Legolas under his breath. "I don't want to see her... magic stuff!"
"Neither do I..."
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel clambered up the hill, trying to catch up with Elrond.
"You don't think that they could have wandered into the Dark Witch's realm, do you?" he blurted out suddenly.
Elrond turned. He hadn't thought of Marethiel... but her realm was miles away! She couldn't be...
But there had been sightings of her...
Elrond began to panic more; there were stories of Marethiel, ones in which she kidnapped Elflings and the children of Men, and they were never seen again. Rivendell had tried its best to destroy her and her black witchcraft, but even the powers of the Elves were barely a match for her spells and curses.
"Please, Valar, let them be safe... let them come home tonight..." he prayed aloud.
~*~*~*~
So, whaddaya think of my witch? Not my first original character, but Marethiel is my first evil girl!
MARETHIEL- And proud of it! =D
ESTEL + LEGOLAS- Eeep!
So, R+R and tell me what you think of her. And maybe a little advice for our boys... i.e. DON'T GO WITH HER!!!
Tough. I know the ending, you don't! =D
So, replies to my lovely reviewers...!
MoroTheWolfGod- here's some more for you! =)
MaidenOfImladris- I'm glad you love it! You're probably only as sadistic as me... in my eyes, its normal! =D Hmm, I think it might just a /little/ bit hard for Aragorn, yeah... =D
IrishQT and Tap Dancing Widow- I've tried to sort out the formatting now for Chapter 6, so I hope that looks better... here's the next chapter for you both! =)
leggylover03- Tee hee! =D I know it was too short... hopefully we should be getting some Estel PAIN quite soon... I'm not making any promises though... =D
Bec- Hey, what can I say? At this present moment, Lego's memory is kaput! =D Aren't I evil?!
outlawgirl08- here's some more! =)
Amananduniel Black- Blimey Jo, have you got any idea how *long* your name takes to type?! =P Lol, you do get yourself into quite a bit! =) I've tried to sort out the formatting, is it better now?
Stephanie-Lou- It's ok, you've reviewed now! =) I think the next owie is quintuple ouch, and then the next one sextuple and the next is septuplet. That takes us up to seven... hmm, will I get that far? =)
"..."- Nice name! =D I'm not gonna say if Leggy gets his memory back... hey, it wouldn't be drama if we knew the outcome! =D
On with the story then...
~*~*~*~
Elrond looked up at the stormy sky and groaned.
"Of all the damned days..."
Glorfindel stepped up beside his friend. "Do not fret so Elrond," he comforted. "I am confident that we shall find the boys... though Eru knows when..." The golden-haired Elf kept the last part of his sentence in his head only.
However, no matter how much reassuring Glorfindel did, nothing could break the Lord of Imladris form his vexing thoughts. He now had a rough idea of where Legolas and Estel were, but it was a difficult area to reach.
"No wonder they got there so easily," he thought, recalling that the pair had almost no regard for rules... even those set by nature itself. If something looked impossible to climb, you could bet that either the young boy or the Elven Prince would be at the top like a shot.
He would find them. He had to...
~*~*~*~
"Something wrong?" asked Legolas innocently. Aragorn turned to him with a face like the thunder that rumbled above them.
"Something... *wrong*?!" he squealed. "We are stuck down the bottom of a cliff, in the dark, in a thunderstorm, we're both soaking wet, and nobody knows where on Arda we are, AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS SOMETHING WRONG?!?!?!? HOW HARD DID YOU HIT YOUR HEAD LEGOLAS?!?!?! HAS IT TAKEN AWAY YOUR COMMON SENSE OR SOMETHING?! OF COURSE THERE'S SOMETHING WRONG!!!"
"Legolas...?"
"THAT'S YOUR NAME YOU MORON!"
Aragorn immediately wished that he could take back his words; but not even the greatest power in Middle-Earth could do that.
"Sorry..." whispered Legolas, turning away from his 'friend' and cradling his arm and shoulder.
Aragorn was just about to apologise as best he could when he heard someone calling from above.
"Boys? Hello? Boys, where are you?"
"Ada?! Is that you?!" he called back. A face popped from over the cliff edge.
The first thing that Aragorn noticed was that it was not his Ada. Then, he realised that he did not know the person at all. Thirdly, he was a little taken back to find that it was a woman; quite an old one, with greying hair. She had a few wrinkles, and she wore black robes which whipped and blew around in the wind.
"I'm afraid I'm not young one, but it looks to me like you need some assistance," croaked the woman. "I heard shouting, and since girls don't shout I knew it was a boy. And since you seemed to be arguing, I knew it was at least two boys. Now, what would two boys be doing this far out from Rivendell, which I assume is their home?" She smiled, showing yellowy teeth.
Aragorn didn't know what it was, but there was just something about her that seemed... unnatural. However, he was so desperate to get out of the chasm and the muck that he was willing to trust her, even if she seemed to know and uncomfortable amount about them.
"Well, if you don't mind," he shouted. "But I'm afraid my friend is hurt quite badly, can you help me to get him up without making it worse?"
The woman cracked that toothy grin again, and Aragorn was again shifted into unnerving suspicion. That smile...
"What ails your friend then?" she queried sweetly.
"He has broken his arm and dislocated it. Can you help?"
"Oh, broken bones are simple to fix, as are dislocations. On the other hand, I get the feeling that you are not telling me all you know." she called.
Aragorn was feeling more and more nervous. How did she know?
"Bring him over here; I'll mend it in a second." said the woman.
"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name first?" asked Aragorn, trying to use the courtesy that Elrond had taught him when speaking to those you did not know.
"Marethiel," she hissed... at least, Aragorn *thought* she hissed. At this moment however, he had to get Legolas.
"Legolas? Come here," he whispered, trying not to sound like he was ordering the Elf around.
"Why should I?" came a sobbed reply. "I mean, you don't like me, the weather obviously doesn't like me, and I don't even know where I am, or who I am, or anything! Why shouldn't I just stay here?"
Aragorn thought for a moment. Then it hit him.
"Because you have a new friend, and she is standing up there, and she wants to help you get out of here and remember everything that you've forgotten." he coaxed.
"Promise?" asked Legolas, wary that the boy may be tricking him.
"I promise, Legolas." said Aragorn bluntly.
Hesitantly, Legolas unravelled himself from the little ball that he'd rolled into and, holding his arm, wandered over to Aragorn.
"Where is she then Estel?" he asked, remembering that this was what the boy had called himself earlier.
"Up there." said Aragorn, pointing to Marethiel. Legolas looked up with his bright blue eyes and beheld the old stooping woman that towered above them at the top of the cliff.
Marethiel looked into those sparkling orbs and had to suppress her wild grin. "An Elf!" she thought. "Perfect... just perfect..."
"Alright then boys!" she called loudly. "I am going to have to use a little bit of... magic." she grinned, looking extremely happy once she found a word.
"Magic?" said both the boys simultaneously.
"What's magic, Estel?" asked Legolas in a hushed whisper.
"Well, it's... magic." Aragorn replied, not really being able to answer the question. "Magic is... magic, I suppose..."
"Oh... right... magic..." mumbled Legolas, trying to understand the words.
"Yes boys, magic!" shrieked Marethiel gleefully. "Now, let's fix up that arm of yours dear..."
"Estel, I don't like her." whispered Legolas under his breath. "I don't want to see her... magic stuff!"
"Neither do I..."
~*~*~*~
Glorfindel clambered up the hill, trying to catch up with Elrond.
"You don't think that they could have wandered into the Dark Witch's realm, do you?" he blurted out suddenly.
Elrond turned. He hadn't thought of Marethiel... but her realm was miles away! She couldn't be...
But there had been sightings of her...
Elrond began to panic more; there were stories of Marethiel, ones in which she kidnapped Elflings and the children of Men, and they were never seen again. Rivendell had tried its best to destroy her and her black witchcraft, but even the powers of the Elves were barely a match for her spells and curses.
"Please, Valar, let them be safe... let them come home tonight..." he prayed aloud.
~*~*~*~
So, whaddaya think of my witch? Not my first original character, but Marethiel is my first evil girl!
MARETHIEL- And proud of it! =D
ESTEL + LEGOLAS- Eeep!
So, R+R and tell me what you think of her. And maybe a little advice for our boys... i.e. DON'T GO WITH HER!!!
Tough. I know the ending, you don't! =D