Ok, we pick up again with the crebain out of Dunland. I am taking this from
the book, so it's a bit different from the movie version. It's set about a
week after the last chap. Went and saw the Two Towers! Is so so so so so so
so so sososososososososososososo gooooooooooddddddd! I can't express how
good it is! If you haven't seen it, go and see it now! Now, I command thee!
Gollum rocks! It's so funny watching him/it argue with him/itself. What the
fuck is Gollum anyway? Really? And Elijah Wood just rox my sox! He's so
cute and Hobbity! All that Hobbity goodness! And more Legolas and Aragorn,
but no more Boromir. Which is sad. And Faramir is soooooo cute! Aussie,
aussie, aussie, oi, oi, oi! Yay, whoohooo and other similar comments about
the sexiness of Aussie guys.
I warm my hands at the fire. Mmmm, warmness. The Hobbits are a lot happier now we actually get to have a cooked breakfast. I glare over the fire at Legolas. He keeps tripping me. Am covered in bruises. Annoying Elf. "Ow, dammit!" I yelp as I prick myself on the holly.
"For someone who is an Elf, you are remarkably deficient in woods craft." Legolas says coolly.
I growl at him. "Not an Elf. Don' want to BE an Elf." Gimli chuckles at my reply. I yawn deeply and cuddle Boromir. "You know, shaving is a thing that is good." I say sleepily as his beard tickles my face. "Gimli's a Dwarf, so of course he has a beard. And Gandalf is old, so no one cares anyway. I'm babbling, aren't I?" I shake my head in disgust. Boromir laughs. "When I'm tired, I tend to babble inanely." I wave a hand around in a dismissing way. "Where's breakfast?"
"Nearly done." Says Pippin merrily.
"Good. Smells good, what is it?"
"Some fried ham, bread."
"Apples?"
"Why apples?"
"Fried apples with fried ham is a good combo. On a bit of bread, it's fantastic." I close my eyes and savor the idea. "But you have to make sure you don't burn the apples. Just kinda cook 'em a little. But what's even better then that is eggs and bacon and pancakes covered in loads of maple syrup." Mmmm. Canadian breakfast. The Canadians have probably never heard of it.
"With maple syrup?" Pippin sounds a mite grossed out.
"It's nummy." I open my eyes and blink innocently at him. "It's all sugary and you mop up the egg yolk with your pancakes, and the maple syrup goes all over everything." I lick my lips, while he looks repelled. Legolas is staring at me strangely. In fact, all of the Fellowship I can see is looking at me strangely. Even the fucking pony. "Mmmmm. Is good." Better not tell them about one of my other favorite dishes, which is Nuttela and peanut butter with jellybeans on toast. Jellybelly jellybeans, of course. Cappuccino, popcorn and toasted marshmallow flavours. Though they probably only know what toast is.
"Well, breakfast is ready now." Sam says in a relieved voice. We shut up and eat. Afterwards, no one really wants to sleep straight away because we're staying here for a night and a day, then traveling again by night. Aragorn keeps getting up and looking around, strange. It all seems normal here. Legolas isn't worried. I laugh at Gimli as he nearly falls into the holly, then do a 'who, me?' expression when he glares. Aragorn gets up and goes and leans on a tree that is a bit away, out of the hollow.
"Wonder what's up with Aragorn?" I ask Boromir quietly.
"Who knows?" Legolas answers me from across the fire. I scowl at him. Damn him and his pointy ears. Then I laugh as Boromir whispers something inappropriate in my ear. We laugh as Legolas blushes.
"Some things are private, Leggy!" I tease him and then I stick my tongue out at him. "Naughty Leggy. I wonder how the Elves manage actually. I mean, with the super hearing it must get a mite embarrassing with all those Elven couples climaxing and being able to hear them. At least, I would hope they were climaxing." Legolas just gets redder. Everyone except Legolas and Aragorn are laughing. Embarrassing Legolas is fun.
"What is the matter Strider?" Merry calls out. I look up from teasing Legolas, and Aragorn is staring down at us with a grim expression on his face. "What are you looking for? Do you miss the East Wind?"
"No indeed," He answers slowly, "But I miss something. I have been in the country of Hollin in many seasons. No folk dwell here now, but many other creatures dwell here at all times, especially birds. Yet now all things but you are silent. I can feel it. There is no sound for miles about us, and your voices seem to make the ground echo. I do not understand it." He rubs his thumb over his upper lip thoughtfully.
Gandalf looks up with sudden interest. "But what do you guess is the reason? Is there more in it then surprise at seeing four Hobbits, not to mention the rest of us, where people are so seldom seen or heard?"
"I hope that is it." Aragorn says wearily. "But I have a sense of watchfulness, and of fear, that I have never had here before."
"Then we must be more careful." Gandalf says authoritatively. "If you bring a Ranger with you, it is well to pay attention to him, especially if the Ranger is Aragorn. We must stop talking aloud, rest quietly, and set the watch."
"Damn it." I whisper quietly as Aragorn sets the watches for the day.
"Sam will take first watch. . ." We all settle down into sleep, while Sam sits up and Aragorn talks to him quietly. Everyone else seems to fall asleep quickly, but not me. Damn insomnia. I stare at the fire as it gently burns down to ashes, Boromir's arm encircling my waist. He mumbles in his sleep and hugs me closer. Loud, every noise we make seems amplified, exaggerated.
"What's that Strider? It don't look like a cloud." Sam whispers. I look to where Sam and Aragorn are sitting, and my eyes widen as a great wheeling crowd of black birds draw nearer to us, seemingly drawn in one direction. A large group breaks off and looks like they're heading straight for us.
"Lie flat and still!" Aragorn hisses as he pulls Sam under a holly bush. I try to stop breathing as the birds fly straight overhead. One croaked hoarsely, the only sound apart from the wind through their feathers. Eerily silent for birds, especially crows. Silence as the birds fly away, I can see Aragorn's hand held over Sam's mouth. The birds fly into the distance, out of sight and only then does Aragorn move. Aragorn wakes Gandalf by shaking his shoulder. Gandalf sits up, looking annoyed, which fades away as Aragorn talks to him. "Regiments of black crows are flying over all the land between the Mountains and the Greyflood and they have passed over Hollin. They are not natives here; they are crebain out of Fangorn and Dunland. I do not know what they are about: possibly there is some trouble away south from which they are fleeing; but I think they are spying out the land. I have also glimpsed many hawks flying high up in the sky. I think we ought to move again this evening. Hollin is no longer wholesome for us: it is being watched."
"And in that case so is the Redhorn Gate, and how we can get over that without being seen, I cannot imagine." Gandalf looks very solemn. "But we will think of that when we must. As for moving as soon as it is dark, I am afraid that you are right."
"Luckily our fire made little smoke, and had burned down low before the crebain came. It must be put out and not lit again." Aragorn says, then goes to his bedroll to sleep. Damn, damn, damn! No hot food tonight. I fall asleep as Sam continues to watch, now from a place that is less exposed.
End of dis chap! Yay! Thanx my reviewers, and there will be action on the Cat\ Boromir front. But at the moment they're both too damn tired to even think about it. Cuddlings as far as it is going for now. And n e way, they're constantly surrounded by eight others. Would you really like to get close with your guy, knowing there were other guys around? Ew, no way! Esp. when one of 'em is Gandalf. Eeeewww. General freaking out ness right there. Gives me the wiggins even thinking about it. Bad thoughts. And just a note, I think Cat's tastes are disgusting. Ew. My sis loves Canadien breakfasts though, so that's where I got it from. But I have never heard of anyone eating the toast thing.
I warm my hands at the fire. Mmmm, warmness. The Hobbits are a lot happier now we actually get to have a cooked breakfast. I glare over the fire at Legolas. He keeps tripping me. Am covered in bruises. Annoying Elf. "Ow, dammit!" I yelp as I prick myself on the holly.
"For someone who is an Elf, you are remarkably deficient in woods craft." Legolas says coolly.
I growl at him. "Not an Elf. Don' want to BE an Elf." Gimli chuckles at my reply. I yawn deeply and cuddle Boromir. "You know, shaving is a thing that is good." I say sleepily as his beard tickles my face. "Gimli's a Dwarf, so of course he has a beard. And Gandalf is old, so no one cares anyway. I'm babbling, aren't I?" I shake my head in disgust. Boromir laughs. "When I'm tired, I tend to babble inanely." I wave a hand around in a dismissing way. "Where's breakfast?"
"Nearly done." Says Pippin merrily.
"Good. Smells good, what is it?"
"Some fried ham, bread."
"Apples?"
"Why apples?"
"Fried apples with fried ham is a good combo. On a bit of bread, it's fantastic." I close my eyes and savor the idea. "But you have to make sure you don't burn the apples. Just kinda cook 'em a little. But what's even better then that is eggs and bacon and pancakes covered in loads of maple syrup." Mmmm. Canadian breakfast. The Canadians have probably never heard of it.
"With maple syrup?" Pippin sounds a mite grossed out.
"It's nummy." I open my eyes and blink innocently at him. "It's all sugary and you mop up the egg yolk with your pancakes, and the maple syrup goes all over everything." I lick my lips, while he looks repelled. Legolas is staring at me strangely. In fact, all of the Fellowship I can see is looking at me strangely. Even the fucking pony. "Mmmmm. Is good." Better not tell them about one of my other favorite dishes, which is Nuttela and peanut butter with jellybeans on toast. Jellybelly jellybeans, of course. Cappuccino, popcorn and toasted marshmallow flavours. Though they probably only know what toast is.
"Well, breakfast is ready now." Sam says in a relieved voice. We shut up and eat. Afterwards, no one really wants to sleep straight away because we're staying here for a night and a day, then traveling again by night. Aragorn keeps getting up and looking around, strange. It all seems normal here. Legolas isn't worried. I laugh at Gimli as he nearly falls into the holly, then do a 'who, me?' expression when he glares. Aragorn gets up and goes and leans on a tree that is a bit away, out of the hollow.
"Wonder what's up with Aragorn?" I ask Boromir quietly.
"Who knows?" Legolas answers me from across the fire. I scowl at him. Damn him and his pointy ears. Then I laugh as Boromir whispers something inappropriate in my ear. We laugh as Legolas blushes.
"Some things are private, Leggy!" I tease him and then I stick my tongue out at him. "Naughty Leggy. I wonder how the Elves manage actually. I mean, with the super hearing it must get a mite embarrassing with all those Elven couples climaxing and being able to hear them. At least, I would hope they were climaxing." Legolas just gets redder. Everyone except Legolas and Aragorn are laughing. Embarrassing Legolas is fun.
"What is the matter Strider?" Merry calls out. I look up from teasing Legolas, and Aragorn is staring down at us with a grim expression on his face. "What are you looking for? Do you miss the East Wind?"
"No indeed," He answers slowly, "But I miss something. I have been in the country of Hollin in many seasons. No folk dwell here now, but many other creatures dwell here at all times, especially birds. Yet now all things but you are silent. I can feel it. There is no sound for miles about us, and your voices seem to make the ground echo. I do not understand it." He rubs his thumb over his upper lip thoughtfully.
Gandalf looks up with sudden interest. "But what do you guess is the reason? Is there more in it then surprise at seeing four Hobbits, not to mention the rest of us, where people are so seldom seen or heard?"
"I hope that is it." Aragorn says wearily. "But I have a sense of watchfulness, and of fear, that I have never had here before."
"Then we must be more careful." Gandalf says authoritatively. "If you bring a Ranger with you, it is well to pay attention to him, especially if the Ranger is Aragorn. We must stop talking aloud, rest quietly, and set the watch."
"Damn it." I whisper quietly as Aragorn sets the watches for the day.
"Sam will take first watch. . ." We all settle down into sleep, while Sam sits up and Aragorn talks to him quietly. Everyone else seems to fall asleep quickly, but not me. Damn insomnia. I stare at the fire as it gently burns down to ashes, Boromir's arm encircling my waist. He mumbles in his sleep and hugs me closer. Loud, every noise we make seems amplified, exaggerated.
"What's that Strider? It don't look like a cloud." Sam whispers. I look to where Sam and Aragorn are sitting, and my eyes widen as a great wheeling crowd of black birds draw nearer to us, seemingly drawn in one direction. A large group breaks off and looks like they're heading straight for us.
"Lie flat and still!" Aragorn hisses as he pulls Sam under a holly bush. I try to stop breathing as the birds fly straight overhead. One croaked hoarsely, the only sound apart from the wind through their feathers. Eerily silent for birds, especially crows. Silence as the birds fly away, I can see Aragorn's hand held over Sam's mouth. The birds fly into the distance, out of sight and only then does Aragorn move. Aragorn wakes Gandalf by shaking his shoulder. Gandalf sits up, looking annoyed, which fades away as Aragorn talks to him. "Regiments of black crows are flying over all the land between the Mountains and the Greyflood and they have passed over Hollin. They are not natives here; they are crebain out of Fangorn and Dunland. I do not know what they are about: possibly there is some trouble away south from which they are fleeing; but I think they are spying out the land. I have also glimpsed many hawks flying high up in the sky. I think we ought to move again this evening. Hollin is no longer wholesome for us: it is being watched."
"And in that case so is the Redhorn Gate, and how we can get over that without being seen, I cannot imagine." Gandalf looks very solemn. "But we will think of that when we must. As for moving as soon as it is dark, I am afraid that you are right."
"Luckily our fire made little smoke, and had burned down low before the crebain came. It must be put out and not lit again." Aragorn says, then goes to his bedroll to sleep. Damn, damn, damn! No hot food tonight. I fall asleep as Sam continues to watch, now from a place that is less exposed.
End of dis chap! Yay! Thanx my reviewers, and there will be action on the Cat\ Boromir front. But at the moment they're both too damn tired to even think about it. Cuddlings as far as it is going for now. And n e way, they're constantly surrounded by eight others. Would you really like to get close with your guy, knowing there were other guys around? Ew, no way! Esp. when one of 'em is Gandalf. Eeeewww. General freaking out ness right there. Gives me the wiggins even thinking about it. Bad thoughts. And just a note, I think Cat's tastes are disgusting. Ew. My sis loves Canadien breakfasts though, so that's where I got it from. But I have never heard of anyone eating the toast thing.