Tearing in Two
A/N Here it is, the latest chapter of Tearing in Two, back by popular demand (or at least I think its popular demand :S) I want to thank all of you who reviewed when it was clear I wasn't writing anymore and a special thanks to ElvenRanger13 who reviewed for my A/N so I actually knew people still wanted to read this. I wont bore you with anymore of this note so I'll just get on with it but I am a bit worried that I may not have the same writing technique as I haven't written for quite some time, in any case hope you enjoy.
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After much deliberation and arguing for Aragorn's part, both ranger and wizard mounted their steeds (Arod has shortly returned after Legolas' departure) and set off towards Gondor. Aragorn sat atop Arod in a pained mood, not bothering to make conversation with the wizard in case his rising temper got the better of him- Gandalf never was one for the bad-tempered.
Gandalf rode softly in front, secretly feeling sorry for the wounded ranger, not only had Aragorn felt wretched about leaving his company, but now he had let Legolas slip through his grasp, he also needed to be healed, the shoulder wound had become a hindrance and only would be fully corrected by a skilled Gondorian healer.
The two rode hard into the morning and they passed soon passed the river in which the fellowship had been uncaringly attacked- nothing much of the recent campsite remained apart from the faint camp scorch marks etched in the earth.
"It will not take long now if we can cross this river," Gandalf reported to his companion, "Gondor is a fair distance away but Shadowfax and Arod will carry us swiftly."
Aragorn sighed in dismay, wanting desperately to turn Arod and charge towards the direction he had come from, however he merely nodded in understanding and followed the great wizard.
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Legolas made quick work of the bogs, his elven grace aiding him through the dank maze of water and weeds. His sturdy elven boots-which had proved their worth for many years were beginning to wear from the cruel exercise they were under but the elf had not yet felt the icy touch on his feet.
The great black tower could be seen from a long distance away, Legolas' elven eyesight had picked up on the monstrosity even before he had started to brave the bogs, nonetheless he was gaining ground upon the lost members of the company- he could feel it in his bones, though the doubt of them captured and chained up inside the dark fortress was still too heavy to bear. His feet hit solid ground finally and he looked up ahead, a small group of people could be seen, his heart fluttered, it must be them!
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"Merry can you hear us? Try to stop moving, you're sick," Sam ordered softly to the suffering hobbit before him.
Merry seemed not to hear and continued to weakly thrash in his and Frodo's grasp. Frodo called for Pippin who was still sitting a short way away from them. The youngest hobbit looked up in surprise, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears, and he shook his head furiously.
"Now come on Pip, you've got to be strong for Merry, he needs your help and I reckon that you are the only one he listens to," Frodo coaxed.
The young hobbit wandered over cautiously, acting as if his best friend was waiting for him to move close so he could pounce. He gulped and then began to speak in the bravest voice he could muster,
"Merry, its Pippin, its important that you wake up because everyone is worried.even Gimli-you should see his face now, its just like the time we hid nettles in his sleeping bag." he trailed off for a while laughing at the fond memory, "so you see, you can't not wake up because who else will aid me in pranking these old so n so's. Also, I need you to look after me, you've always been the responsible one, always been there to look out for me who will do that if you're gone? Please wake up Merry, for me."
And there the hobbit ended his short speech, which left the both Frodo and Sam with watery eyes and the man and dwarf in a stunned silence. All attention was aimed at the two hobbits upon the floor; one sobbing quietly while the other slowly opened his eyes.
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Running, as fast as he could, Legolas ran. The wind pushed him forwards helping him move quicker, he would soon be there! He could now see them clearly. Gimli, not looking too worse for wares was standing besides Boromir who appeared weary and stood with a slight hunch in his back, which suggested that he was hurt. The hobbits were all there but two of them were sitting on the floor, this greatly worried the elf and he willed himself to go faster.
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It was Boromir who spied the figure speeding towards them first. He motioned to Gimli to grab the daggers they had acquired and get ready for battle. The dwarf however took a long look and laughed a deep gruff laugh.
"I'd notice that run anywhere, and if my eyes do not deceive me, then that, my dear friend, is Legolas coming towards us."
Boromir had a shocked stricken look upon his ashen face," How could that be! I thought him lost or dead, he must've followed us, but, that does not make sense unless he was delayed."
Frodo and Sam ran to join the sides of their two conversing companions, waiting to greet the extraordinarily missed elf into their company once again. And soon enough the elf reached them and stopped just short of the dwarf's face. He sighed in relief and laughed aloud.
"How good it is to see you all! I feared you dead, or worse," his face grew solemn, "captured. But at last I have found you! Master dwarf have you missed my presence, or were you glad to be rid of me?"
The dwarf snorted and answered, "Elf you are the most. can be the most.. act like the most.blessed being on this earth!" The dwarf gave the elf a strong hug and stepped back grinning through his matted beard.
The attention then seemed to draw itself towards Merry who was struggling to keep in the world of consciousness. Legolas sprang over to him and placed a soothing hand on his brow. There he whispered calming words to lull the hobbit into a painless sleep. He then gave a reassuring smile to Pippin and ruffled his hair fondly.
" I have missed you young one."
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Saruman grew ever angrier; Gandalf and his brave return to middle earth thwarted his plans. He sat upon his dark throne, white robes cast about him as he crossed his arms in thought. The fellowship had united save Aragorn and Gandalf; this is where he would strike. Take down the seven first, and wait for the other two to come to him. This, he decided, wouldn't be too bad after all.
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"Legolas, how did you manage to find us?" Boromir asked as the fellowship moved away from the fortress as quickly as possible, they passed a small woodland area, which acted as a border to Fanghorn, somewhat unenthusiastic of facing the bog again so soon.
" I met up with Aragorn a few days back, he was wounded and had to ride to Gondor with Gandalf, I decided it wise to take his trail and find you," Legolas explained.
"You say Gandalf, surely you do not mean the Grey?"
Legolas shook his head, "Nay Boromir, I am referring to Gandalf the White, our friend has returned in a new form."
The man looked surprised, "and so they are heading for Gondor, how is Aragorn wounded?"
"He took a fair beating from a rabble of orcs, needless to say he will be fine though."
"And how have you fared Legolas?"
The man of Gondor detected a look of sadness in the other's eyes before the elf spoke.
"I am well."
" You do not seem to be, tell me what ails you?"
"Tis nothing Boromir" Legolas snapped angrily, before correcting his anger and looking down at Merry who was sleeping in his arms, "we must hurry before long this land will be dangerous and full with enemies lurking in the darkness."
Boromir said nothing and followed, not convinced that the elf was well at all.
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So what do you think? I know it's a bit 'BAD' because I'm rusty and haven't written in ages, but please be kind! Constructive criticism welcome
A/N Here it is, the latest chapter of Tearing in Two, back by popular demand (or at least I think its popular demand :S) I want to thank all of you who reviewed when it was clear I wasn't writing anymore and a special thanks to ElvenRanger13 who reviewed for my A/N so I actually knew people still wanted to read this. I wont bore you with anymore of this note so I'll just get on with it but I am a bit worried that I may not have the same writing technique as I haven't written for quite some time, in any case hope you enjoy.
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After much deliberation and arguing for Aragorn's part, both ranger and wizard mounted their steeds (Arod has shortly returned after Legolas' departure) and set off towards Gondor. Aragorn sat atop Arod in a pained mood, not bothering to make conversation with the wizard in case his rising temper got the better of him- Gandalf never was one for the bad-tempered.
Gandalf rode softly in front, secretly feeling sorry for the wounded ranger, not only had Aragorn felt wretched about leaving his company, but now he had let Legolas slip through his grasp, he also needed to be healed, the shoulder wound had become a hindrance and only would be fully corrected by a skilled Gondorian healer.
The two rode hard into the morning and they passed soon passed the river in which the fellowship had been uncaringly attacked- nothing much of the recent campsite remained apart from the faint camp scorch marks etched in the earth.
"It will not take long now if we can cross this river," Gandalf reported to his companion, "Gondor is a fair distance away but Shadowfax and Arod will carry us swiftly."
Aragorn sighed in dismay, wanting desperately to turn Arod and charge towards the direction he had come from, however he merely nodded in understanding and followed the great wizard.
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Legolas made quick work of the bogs, his elven grace aiding him through the dank maze of water and weeds. His sturdy elven boots-which had proved their worth for many years were beginning to wear from the cruel exercise they were under but the elf had not yet felt the icy touch on his feet.
The great black tower could be seen from a long distance away, Legolas' elven eyesight had picked up on the monstrosity even before he had started to brave the bogs, nonetheless he was gaining ground upon the lost members of the company- he could feel it in his bones, though the doubt of them captured and chained up inside the dark fortress was still too heavy to bear. His feet hit solid ground finally and he looked up ahead, a small group of people could be seen, his heart fluttered, it must be them!
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"Merry can you hear us? Try to stop moving, you're sick," Sam ordered softly to the suffering hobbit before him.
Merry seemed not to hear and continued to weakly thrash in his and Frodo's grasp. Frodo called for Pippin who was still sitting a short way away from them. The youngest hobbit looked up in surprise, his eyes glazed over with unshed tears, and he shook his head furiously.
"Now come on Pip, you've got to be strong for Merry, he needs your help and I reckon that you are the only one he listens to," Frodo coaxed.
The young hobbit wandered over cautiously, acting as if his best friend was waiting for him to move close so he could pounce. He gulped and then began to speak in the bravest voice he could muster,
"Merry, its Pippin, its important that you wake up because everyone is worried.even Gimli-you should see his face now, its just like the time we hid nettles in his sleeping bag." he trailed off for a while laughing at the fond memory, "so you see, you can't not wake up because who else will aid me in pranking these old so n so's. Also, I need you to look after me, you've always been the responsible one, always been there to look out for me who will do that if you're gone? Please wake up Merry, for me."
And there the hobbit ended his short speech, which left the both Frodo and Sam with watery eyes and the man and dwarf in a stunned silence. All attention was aimed at the two hobbits upon the floor; one sobbing quietly while the other slowly opened his eyes.
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Running, as fast as he could, Legolas ran. The wind pushed him forwards helping him move quicker, he would soon be there! He could now see them clearly. Gimli, not looking too worse for wares was standing besides Boromir who appeared weary and stood with a slight hunch in his back, which suggested that he was hurt. The hobbits were all there but two of them were sitting on the floor, this greatly worried the elf and he willed himself to go faster.
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It was Boromir who spied the figure speeding towards them first. He motioned to Gimli to grab the daggers they had acquired and get ready for battle. The dwarf however took a long look and laughed a deep gruff laugh.
"I'd notice that run anywhere, and if my eyes do not deceive me, then that, my dear friend, is Legolas coming towards us."
Boromir had a shocked stricken look upon his ashen face," How could that be! I thought him lost or dead, he must've followed us, but, that does not make sense unless he was delayed."
Frodo and Sam ran to join the sides of their two conversing companions, waiting to greet the extraordinarily missed elf into their company once again. And soon enough the elf reached them and stopped just short of the dwarf's face. He sighed in relief and laughed aloud.
"How good it is to see you all! I feared you dead, or worse," his face grew solemn, "captured. But at last I have found you! Master dwarf have you missed my presence, or were you glad to be rid of me?"
The dwarf snorted and answered, "Elf you are the most. can be the most.. act like the most.blessed being on this earth!" The dwarf gave the elf a strong hug and stepped back grinning through his matted beard.
The attention then seemed to draw itself towards Merry who was struggling to keep in the world of consciousness. Legolas sprang over to him and placed a soothing hand on his brow. There he whispered calming words to lull the hobbit into a painless sleep. He then gave a reassuring smile to Pippin and ruffled his hair fondly.
" I have missed you young one."
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Saruman grew ever angrier; Gandalf and his brave return to middle earth thwarted his plans. He sat upon his dark throne, white robes cast about him as he crossed his arms in thought. The fellowship had united save Aragorn and Gandalf; this is where he would strike. Take down the seven first, and wait for the other two to come to him. This, he decided, wouldn't be too bad after all.
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"Legolas, how did you manage to find us?" Boromir asked as the fellowship moved away from the fortress as quickly as possible, they passed a small woodland area, which acted as a border to Fanghorn, somewhat unenthusiastic of facing the bog again so soon.
" I met up with Aragorn a few days back, he was wounded and had to ride to Gondor with Gandalf, I decided it wise to take his trail and find you," Legolas explained.
"You say Gandalf, surely you do not mean the Grey?"
Legolas shook his head, "Nay Boromir, I am referring to Gandalf the White, our friend has returned in a new form."
The man looked surprised, "and so they are heading for Gondor, how is Aragorn wounded?"
"He took a fair beating from a rabble of orcs, needless to say he will be fine though."
"And how have you fared Legolas?"
The man of Gondor detected a look of sadness in the other's eyes before the elf spoke.
"I am well."
" You do not seem to be, tell me what ails you?"
"Tis nothing Boromir" Legolas snapped angrily, before correcting his anger and looking down at Merry who was sleeping in his arms, "we must hurry before long this land will be dangerous and full with enemies lurking in the darkness."
Boromir said nothing and followed, not convinced that the elf was well at all.
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So what do you think? I know it's a bit 'BAD' because I'm rusty and haven't written in ages, but please be kind! Constructive criticism welcome