Disclaimer: Sadly, my plan for world domination won't be taking place
because..well...it just can't. And so, I can't claim Lotr as mine.
Damn!
Corruption
Chapter Six - It comes at a Price
Gandalf was on the outskirt of Fangorn Forest. He knew that he should go in and meet the two Hobbits. He had already met the Ents, and they had agreed to help. He knew he should meet Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli, and take them to Edoras, but something held him back. He was seated upon Shadowfax, a magnificent white horse, a fresh wind blowing in his face.
He took a deep breath and turned towards Mordor. He had to find Frodo and Samwise.
**
Merry and Pippin couldn't quite believe their eyes. All around them, the trees surrounding were groaning and moving, frightening the Uruk-Hai and the Orcs. While their captors were distracted, Merry grabbed Pippins arm and pulled him as he shuffled along the ground.
Around them, screams could be heard as the Riders of Rohan came crashing into the clearing, picking of Uruk-Hai and Orcs with arrows as they rode.
"Merry!" Pippin cried over the screams.
Merry stopped and looked up at the Riders, a huge smile breaking over his face.
"C'mon!" He said to Pippin. "Anyone who kills Orcs and Uruk-Hai is my best friend!" The Rohirrim were everywhere now, shooting Uruks and slaughtering Orcs. The two Hobbits helped each other to their feet and made a run for the Forest that was next the where they had stopped. It was their only available shelter.
They hadn't got far when they both heard the sounds of someone pursuing them. Pippin grabbed Merry's sleeve and pointed at a large tree that was a little way ahead. Bother Hobbits made a dash for the tree and scrambled up it as quick as they could. Suddenly, the tree starting moving, a low moan escaping from the creaky limbs. Pippin squeaked and grabbed onto Merry.
"The tree!" He gasped, barely able to breathe from fear. "The tree's moving!"
"Tree?" A loud voice boomed, startling Pippin so that he nearly wet himself with fright. "I am no tree! I am and Ent! Your friend has asked for my help, and I am on my way to give it." He said at an infuriatingly slow pace.
"What friend?" Merry demanded. The Ent let out a hearty laugh.
"The White Wizard of course!" He boomed, picking the two hobbits up in his hands where he could see them.
"Saruman?" Pippin whispered in disbelief, his jaw dropping open. "He is no friend of ours!" He shrieked. "He is our foe!"
The Ent gave what could be interpreted as a smile. "No, no," He said even slower than before. "The Wizard I speak of is against Saruman the Treacherous." The Ent said, and started walking, with huge long strides towards Isengard.
"But you said the 'White Wizard'!" Merry said, his face full of confusion.
"I did.' The Ent replied.
Pippin sighed in frustration and looked into the great amber pools that the Ent had for eyes. "Where are you taking us?" He asked, watching the forest around them. It was thinning out and he could smell an awful burnt smell drifting on the wind.
"To Isengard." The Ent said, matter-of-factly. "I have an old score to settle."
**
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli were running along a barren plain when the sound of thundering hooves came to their ears. They duck behind a large rock just in time and watched in awe as a troop of Riders, at least two thousand strong came galloping over the hill.
Aragorn stepped out from behind the rock as the last few Riders rode past and called out to them.
"Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?"
At the head of the troop, the leader held up his hand and gestured for the Riders to turn around. The Riders made a quick turn and came back towards the three, surrounding them in an ever-tightening circle, pointing their spears menacingly at them. The leader came forward.
"What business does a man, an elf and a dwarf have in the Riddermark?" He asked demandingly. "Speak quickly!"
Aragorn held his hands up in surprise.
Gimli looked at the leader evenly and said: "If you give me your name, Horsemaster, I will give you mine!"
The Rider dismounted and stepped towards Gimli. Aragorn placed his hand on Gimli's shoulder. "I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." The Rider said, sneering at Gimli.
Legolas scowled and in a lightening fast move, whipped an arrow out and pulled back his bowstring. "You would die before your stroke fell!"
There was a tense moment, the Rider pressing their spears even closer to Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli. Finally, Aragorn pushed Legolas' arm down.
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, this is Gimli son of Gloin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm." Aragorn said quickly. "We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your King."
The Rider removed his helmet, and the spears were withdrawn. "King Theoden no longer recognises friends from foe." He said, a grave look lingering on his face. "Not even his own kin."
Aragorn nodded and looked at the Rider with a just face.
"Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claim lordship over his lands. 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." The Rider continued, looking at the three suspiciously.
"We are not spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai westward across the plain. They've taken two of our friends captive." Legolas said angrily, glaring at the Rider.
The Rider sighed. "The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them in the night."
Gimli gasped in shock. "There were two Hobbits!" He said desperately. "Did you see two Hobbits with them?"
The Rider looked at Gimli with what could be pity.
"We left none alive, we piled the bodies and burned them."
**
Galadriel was trying to stop herself from drowning in her grief. She was struggling though, the dark cold waters of pity threatened to take her at almost every moment.
Sauron had Celeborn in front of him, his sword in hand. Galadriels heart ached with longing, for the two had been separated since the day of Sauron's sudden arrival.
Sauron was wearing an incredibly bored look as he asked of Galadriel: "Do you love this Elf?"
"Yes!" Galadriel replied immediately, afraid of what Sauron was going to do.
Sauron ran the edge of his blade down Celeborns neck, lightly, tracing a line from his left ear lobe to his collarbone.
Celeborn didn't even flinch. He had faith in his wife, he trusted her to do what was right.
"Will you join with me and leave this forsaken Elf?" He asked, a cruel smile twisted on his face as he pulled her in close to him.
Galadriel didn't reply. Instead, she looked at Celeborn and held his steady gaze before dropping her eyes to the floor, tears wet on her face.
'I love you..' She whispered in Celeborns mind, tears welling up and spilling down her pale cheeks.
"And I you." Celeborn replied quietly, out loud.
"Well?" Sauron demanded, his temper flaring at the exchanged of looks, and words. "Will you be my Lady?" He asked of Galadriel.
Galadriel shivered violently and glared at Sauron with the deepest hatred she could summon.
"No." She said bluntly. Sauron sighed and looked at Celeborn, his blade was resting on his shoulder.
"Very well." He said, and plunged his sword into Celeborns chest.
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*Sobs* Poor Celeborn. Next chapter coming soon. Please review! Please? Pretty, pretty please?
Corruption
Chapter Six - It comes at a Price
Gandalf was on the outskirt of Fangorn Forest. He knew that he should go in and meet the two Hobbits. He had already met the Ents, and they had agreed to help. He knew he should meet Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli, and take them to Edoras, but something held him back. He was seated upon Shadowfax, a magnificent white horse, a fresh wind blowing in his face.
He took a deep breath and turned towards Mordor. He had to find Frodo and Samwise.
**
Merry and Pippin couldn't quite believe their eyes. All around them, the trees surrounding were groaning and moving, frightening the Uruk-Hai and the Orcs. While their captors were distracted, Merry grabbed Pippins arm and pulled him as he shuffled along the ground.
Around them, screams could be heard as the Riders of Rohan came crashing into the clearing, picking of Uruk-Hai and Orcs with arrows as they rode.
"Merry!" Pippin cried over the screams.
Merry stopped and looked up at the Riders, a huge smile breaking over his face.
"C'mon!" He said to Pippin. "Anyone who kills Orcs and Uruk-Hai is my best friend!" The Rohirrim were everywhere now, shooting Uruks and slaughtering Orcs. The two Hobbits helped each other to their feet and made a run for the Forest that was next the where they had stopped. It was their only available shelter.
They hadn't got far when they both heard the sounds of someone pursuing them. Pippin grabbed Merry's sleeve and pointed at a large tree that was a little way ahead. Bother Hobbits made a dash for the tree and scrambled up it as quick as they could. Suddenly, the tree starting moving, a low moan escaping from the creaky limbs. Pippin squeaked and grabbed onto Merry.
"The tree!" He gasped, barely able to breathe from fear. "The tree's moving!"
"Tree?" A loud voice boomed, startling Pippin so that he nearly wet himself with fright. "I am no tree! I am and Ent! Your friend has asked for my help, and I am on my way to give it." He said at an infuriatingly slow pace.
"What friend?" Merry demanded. The Ent let out a hearty laugh.
"The White Wizard of course!" He boomed, picking the two hobbits up in his hands where he could see them.
"Saruman?" Pippin whispered in disbelief, his jaw dropping open. "He is no friend of ours!" He shrieked. "He is our foe!"
The Ent gave what could be interpreted as a smile. "No, no," He said even slower than before. "The Wizard I speak of is against Saruman the Treacherous." The Ent said, and started walking, with huge long strides towards Isengard.
"But you said the 'White Wizard'!" Merry said, his face full of confusion.
"I did.' The Ent replied.
Pippin sighed in frustration and looked into the great amber pools that the Ent had for eyes. "Where are you taking us?" He asked, watching the forest around them. It was thinning out and he could smell an awful burnt smell drifting on the wind.
"To Isengard." The Ent said, matter-of-factly. "I have an old score to settle."
**
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli were running along a barren plain when the sound of thundering hooves came to their ears. They duck behind a large rock just in time and watched in awe as a troop of Riders, at least two thousand strong came galloping over the hill.
Aragorn stepped out from behind the rock as the last few Riders rode past and called out to them.
"Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?"
At the head of the troop, the leader held up his hand and gestured for the Riders to turn around. The Riders made a quick turn and came back towards the three, surrounding them in an ever-tightening circle, pointing their spears menacingly at them. The leader came forward.
"What business does a man, an elf and a dwarf have in the Riddermark?" He asked demandingly. "Speak quickly!"
Aragorn held his hands up in surprise.
Gimli looked at the leader evenly and said: "If you give me your name, Horsemaster, I will give you mine!"
The Rider dismounted and stepped towards Gimli. Aragorn placed his hand on Gimli's shoulder. "I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." The Rider said, sneering at Gimli.
Legolas scowled and in a lightening fast move, whipped an arrow out and pulled back his bowstring. "You would die before your stroke fell!"
There was a tense moment, the Rider pressing their spears even closer to Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli. Finally, Aragorn pushed Legolas' arm down.
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, this is Gimli son of Gloin, and Legolas of the Woodland Realm." Aragorn said quickly. "We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your King."
The Rider removed his helmet, and the spears were withdrawn. "King Theoden no longer recognises friends from foe." He said, a grave look lingering on his face. "Not even his own kin."
Aragorn nodded and looked at the Rider with a just face.
"Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claim lordship over his lands. 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." The Rider continued, looking at the three suspiciously.
"We are not spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai westward across the plain. They've taken two of our friends captive." Legolas said angrily, glaring at the Rider.
The Rider sighed. "The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them in the night."
Gimli gasped in shock. "There were two Hobbits!" He said desperately. "Did you see two Hobbits with them?"
The Rider looked at Gimli with what could be pity.
"We left none alive, we piled the bodies and burned them."
**
Galadriel was trying to stop herself from drowning in her grief. She was struggling though, the dark cold waters of pity threatened to take her at almost every moment.
Sauron had Celeborn in front of him, his sword in hand. Galadriels heart ached with longing, for the two had been separated since the day of Sauron's sudden arrival.
Sauron was wearing an incredibly bored look as he asked of Galadriel: "Do you love this Elf?"
"Yes!" Galadriel replied immediately, afraid of what Sauron was going to do.
Sauron ran the edge of his blade down Celeborns neck, lightly, tracing a line from his left ear lobe to his collarbone.
Celeborn didn't even flinch. He had faith in his wife, he trusted her to do what was right.
"Will you join with me and leave this forsaken Elf?" He asked, a cruel smile twisted on his face as he pulled her in close to him.
Galadriel didn't reply. Instead, she looked at Celeborn and held his steady gaze before dropping her eyes to the floor, tears wet on her face.
'I love you..' She whispered in Celeborns mind, tears welling up and spilling down her pale cheeks.
"And I you." Celeborn replied quietly, out loud.
"Well?" Sauron demanded, his temper flaring at the exchanged of looks, and words. "Will you be my Lady?" He asked of Galadriel.
Galadriel shivered violently and glared at Sauron with the deepest hatred she could summon.
"No." She said bluntly. Sauron sighed and looked at Celeborn, his blade was resting on his shoulder.
"Very well." He said, and plunged his sword into Celeborns chest.
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*Sobs* Poor Celeborn. Next chapter coming soon. Please review! Please? Pretty, pretty please?