This is following almost straight on from the last bit.
Dusk, and we set out. The Hobbits had been the loudest complainers over the
no fire rule, especially Pippin. Stupid birds is the general consensus
between the Hobbits and myself. Damn the stupid birds to burn in hell.
"Cold." I complain to Boromir as we start to walk towards what I have been
told is Caradhas.
"Be colder up there." He nods towards the distant peak.
"Damn."
The Fellowship walks in silence, then Aragorn guides us onto a road, a broken road, but still. Paved roads are a nice change. The moon is full, so it's easier to see where we're going. Broken rocks everywhere, no trees, and few bushes. It seems like there is nothing here except for us. Too quiet. The echo of the pony's hooves against the stones of the road seems really loud. The landscape almost reminds me of the pictures of the moonscapes that you can see on the old videos of the moon landings. Cold, sterile with lots of bumpy bits. We remain silent through out the journey, except for my curses when Legolas trips me. Stupid Elf. Thinks he's so fucking funny.
In the hour before dawn, I shiver as a weird feeling goes over my back. Something strikes a note of warning in my mind, no, not my mind. The feeling is centered in the more instinctive parts of me. The bits from when the shadow overhead meant something was hunting you, from before the shadow overhead meant there was something for you to hunt.
"Did you see anything pass over?" I hear Frodo whisper to Gandalf. At least it's not just me.
"No, but I felt it, whatever it was." Gandalf replies in a low murmur. "It may be nothing, only a thin wisp of cloud." Well, if Gandalf felt it, it definitely happened. I feel a whole lot better now. Not that paranoia isn't healthy. On the contrary, a healthy sense of paranoia is essential to continual survival.
"It was moving fast then," Mutters Aragorn, "And not with the wind." Not good. I'm sure there's lots of weird and creepy creatures that that could have been. Eep. Most def not a good thing.
Two more nights walking, and we reach the foot of Caradhas. I chafe my arms and shiver as I look upwards. I know what's gonna happen. Badness of foresight. Cassandra, I scold myself, you don't make the prophecies. You don' tell them nothing. They won't believe you anyway, like the Trojans didn't believe Cassandra. But we won't get trounced. I hope. They didn't in the books. Aragorn and Gandalf are arguing about something, and Frodo looks worried as he listens to them. I move up to where they're talking and listen in.
"-the weather may prove a deadlier enemy then any. What do you think of your course now, Aragorn?" Gandalf says quietly.
"I think no good of our course from beginning to end, as you know well, Gandalf," Aragorn answers slowly, "And perils known and unknown will grow as we go on. But we must go on; and it is no good delaying the passage of the mountains. Further south there are no passes, till one comes to the gap of Rohan. I do not trust that way since your news of Sarumon. Who knows which side now the marshals of the Horse-lords serve?"
"Who knows indeed! But there is another way, and not by the pass of Caradhas: the dark and secret way that we have spoken of." At these words of Gandalf, I shiver. Morior. And the Bal-Rog. The flight to Lothlorien.
"But let us not speak of it again! Not yet. Say nothing to the others, I beg, not until it is plain there is no other way." Aragorn says vehemently.
"We must decide before we go further." Gandalf answers quietly.
"Then let us weigh the matter in our minds, while the other rest and sleep." Aragorn says with a note of finality, then he strides away from Gandalf to organize the company. I walk and stand next to Gandalf.
"Hey." I say quietly.
"Hello, Lady Caitlyn." Gandalf looks down at me and smiles faintly. "What is your knowledge of what we will do?"
"I can't tell you. I could change things, so that we lose." I clap my hands over my mouth at my inadvertent slip. "Oh no!" I moan behind my hands.
"Consider it forgotten." Gandalf chuckles.
"Thanks." I yawn widely. "I'm for bed. Have to see if I'm on watch."
"I have a feeling that Aragorn will want to stand watch today."
"Aragorn's annoying as all get out." I say with feeling. "I have a plan to make him laugh, one day. And I have to get Legolas back for tripping me. Is he deathly afraid of something?"
"Not as far as I know."
"Damn. Have to look further a field, cause it's damn sure I can't scare him by creeping up behind him." I frown as I wander off. "Damn him and his pointy ears."
"Damn who?" Legolas inquires, one eyebrow delicately raised.
"You." I snarl in ill temper. "Damn I miss coffee. Caffeine hit needed." I mumble to myself as I slump down next to Boromir. I rub an eye with the back of my hand. "Stupid Elf." I yawn again.
"You know, you'll need to get over that." Boromir chides me.
"What?"
"Legolas is a good fighter, and we will all need to get along."
"Doesn't make him any less of a bastard though."
"As far as I know, Legolas is the legitimate child of king Thranduil."
"Thranduil is a tosser as well. He chucked the dwarves in gaol because he wanted Smaugh's treasure. And then, he was going to attack them after Smaugh died. Thranduil is a nosy bastard too. Bet he's as arrogant as his son." I stick my tongue out at Legolas. "Elves are such arrogant sons of bitches. I don't mean you Aragorn." I add as an afterthought. "You weren't born an Elf, so you have the basic saving of humanity's nature." Aragorn just smiles. "And Arwen's nice too. But Elladan and Elrohir spied on me while I was bathing, so that's not very nice. I mean, they cut holes in the roof of the bathroom, so that implies forethought." My tired ramblings come to a halt as I really look at the faces of the males around me. Especially Boromir. "Oh dear."
"They WHAT??!!!" Boromir basically yells.
"I got them all wet, so it kinda evened out." I reassure him. It doesn't appear to be working. "Arwen needed leverage." I babble on. Aragorn starts to frown. "Sisters always need leverage over their brothers, fact of life. Even if I didn't personally have any, my friends did." I am really not doing very well. "Um, er, they weren't allowed to call me Cat for a really long time?" I offer in desperation. "They're male Elves, so it all makes sense because male Elves are dirty minded? I got them back, so I don't care?" This is so not working. "Can we just forget I ever mentioned the twins?"
"No." Boromir tells me very calmly. "I will endeavor to find a way to castrate them when we return to Rivendell."
Nasty. "They're needed! Alright? Intact, all parts working. Like Aragorn can't die because he needs to marry Arwen, and you all need to keep alive! It's kinda of a thing. Christ!" I yell in exasperation. "I'm not supposed to tell you any of this stuff! Grrrr!" I get up and stalk away, shoulders hunched. "Can't tell you what I know, could change stuff, why can't I just forget?" I feel like screaming. But I restrain it, because there are nasty guys looking for us. Grrrr.
Cat is just a wee bit frustrated. Sexually and otherwise. Stupid Legolas. Thnax my reviewers. So nice to say that Legolas is Elfly. He's meant to be, and yes, the whole Cat hates his stupid arrogant arse will go somewhere. Sometime in the future.
"Be colder up there." He nods towards the distant peak.
"Damn."
The Fellowship walks in silence, then Aragorn guides us onto a road, a broken road, but still. Paved roads are a nice change. The moon is full, so it's easier to see where we're going. Broken rocks everywhere, no trees, and few bushes. It seems like there is nothing here except for us. Too quiet. The echo of the pony's hooves against the stones of the road seems really loud. The landscape almost reminds me of the pictures of the moonscapes that you can see on the old videos of the moon landings. Cold, sterile with lots of bumpy bits. We remain silent through out the journey, except for my curses when Legolas trips me. Stupid Elf. Thinks he's so fucking funny.
In the hour before dawn, I shiver as a weird feeling goes over my back. Something strikes a note of warning in my mind, no, not my mind. The feeling is centered in the more instinctive parts of me. The bits from when the shadow overhead meant something was hunting you, from before the shadow overhead meant there was something for you to hunt.
"Did you see anything pass over?" I hear Frodo whisper to Gandalf. At least it's not just me.
"No, but I felt it, whatever it was." Gandalf replies in a low murmur. "It may be nothing, only a thin wisp of cloud." Well, if Gandalf felt it, it definitely happened. I feel a whole lot better now. Not that paranoia isn't healthy. On the contrary, a healthy sense of paranoia is essential to continual survival.
"It was moving fast then," Mutters Aragorn, "And not with the wind." Not good. I'm sure there's lots of weird and creepy creatures that that could have been. Eep. Most def not a good thing.
Two more nights walking, and we reach the foot of Caradhas. I chafe my arms and shiver as I look upwards. I know what's gonna happen. Badness of foresight. Cassandra, I scold myself, you don't make the prophecies. You don' tell them nothing. They won't believe you anyway, like the Trojans didn't believe Cassandra. But we won't get trounced. I hope. They didn't in the books. Aragorn and Gandalf are arguing about something, and Frodo looks worried as he listens to them. I move up to where they're talking and listen in.
"-the weather may prove a deadlier enemy then any. What do you think of your course now, Aragorn?" Gandalf says quietly.
"I think no good of our course from beginning to end, as you know well, Gandalf," Aragorn answers slowly, "And perils known and unknown will grow as we go on. But we must go on; and it is no good delaying the passage of the mountains. Further south there are no passes, till one comes to the gap of Rohan. I do not trust that way since your news of Sarumon. Who knows which side now the marshals of the Horse-lords serve?"
"Who knows indeed! But there is another way, and not by the pass of Caradhas: the dark and secret way that we have spoken of." At these words of Gandalf, I shiver. Morior. And the Bal-Rog. The flight to Lothlorien.
"But let us not speak of it again! Not yet. Say nothing to the others, I beg, not until it is plain there is no other way." Aragorn says vehemently.
"We must decide before we go further." Gandalf answers quietly.
"Then let us weigh the matter in our minds, while the other rest and sleep." Aragorn says with a note of finality, then he strides away from Gandalf to organize the company. I walk and stand next to Gandalf.
"Hey." I say quietly.
"Hello, Lady Caitlyn." Gandalf looks down at me and smiles faintly. "What is your knowledge of what we will do?"
"I can't tell you. I could change things, so that we lose." I clap my hands over my mouth at my inadvertent slip. "Oh no!" I moan behind my hands.
"Consider it forgotten." Gandalf chuckles.
"Thanks." I yawn widely. "I'm for bed. Have to see if I'm on watch."
"I have a feeling that Aragorn will want to stand watch today."
"Aragorn's annoying as all get out." I say with feeling. "I have a plan to make him laugh, one day. And I have to get Legolas back for tripping me. Is he deathly afraid of something?"
"Not as far as I know."
"Damn. Have to look further a field, cause it's damn sure I can't scare him by creeping up behind him." I frown as I wander off. "Damn him and his pointy ears."
"Damn who?" Legolas inquires, one eyebrow delicately raised.
"You." I snarl in ill temper. "Damn I miss coffee. Caffeine hit needed." I mumble to myself as I slump down next to Boromir. I rub an eye with the back of my hand. "Stupid Elf." I yawn again.
"You know, you'll need to get over that." Boromir chides me.
"What?"
"Legolas is a good fighter, and we will all need to get along."
"Doesn't make him any less of a bastard though."
"As far as I know, Legolas is the legitimate child of king Thranduil."
"Thranduil is a tosser as well. He chucked the dwarves in gaol because he wanted Smaugh's treasure. And then, he was going to attack them after Smaugh died. Thranduil is a nosy bastard too. Bet he's as arrogant as his son." I stick my tongue out at Legolas. "Elves are such arrogant sons of bitches. I don't mean you Aragorn." I add as an afterthought. "You weren't born an Elf, so you have the basic saving of humanity's nature." Aragorn just smiles. "And Arwen's nice too. But Elladan and Elrohir spied on me while I was bathing, so that's not very nice. I mean, they cut holes in the roof of the bathroom, so that implies forethought." My tired ramblings come to a halt as I really look at the faces of the males around me. Especially Boromir. "Oh dear."
"They WHAT??!!!" Boromir basically yells.
"I got them all wet, so it kinda evened out." I reassure him. It doesn't appear to be working. "Arwen needed leverage." I babble on. Aragorn starts to frown. "Sisters always need leverage over their brothers, fact of life. Even if I didn't personally have any, my friends did." I am really not doing very well. "Um, er, they weren't allowed to call me Cat for a really long time?" I offer in desperation. "They're male Elves, so it all makes sense because male Elves are dirty minded? I got them back, so I don't care?" This is so not working. "Can we just forget I ever mentioned the twins?"
"No." Boromir tells me very calmly. "I will endeavor to find a way to castrate them when we return to Rivendell."
Nasty. "They're needed! Alright? Intact, all parts working. Like Aragorn can't die because he needs to marry Arwen, and you all need to keep alive! It's kinda of a thing. Christ!" I yell in exasperation. "I'm not supposed to tell you any of this stuff! Grrrr!" I get up and stalk away, shoulders hunched. "Can't tell you what I know, could change stuff, why can't I just forget?" I feel like screaming. But I restrain it, because there are nasty guys looking for us. Grrrr.
Cat is just a wee bit frustrated. Sexually and otherwise. Stupid Legolas. Thnax my reviewers. So nice to say that Legolas is Elfly. He's meant to be, and yes, the whole Cat hates his stupid arrogant arse will go somewhere. Sometime in the future.