by Luinil - "The Blue Star will shine upon those whose hearts are empty and fill them with the grace of light"
Disclaimer: I take no right to any publication nor characters
written by Mr. Tolkein, and I will be using his Quenya (Elvish) language
in this purely
fictional story. This work is based on the movie trilogy, though my
knowledge of the books may slip in every now and then by accident. You
will have
to bare with me.
Notes:
I am sure of the outcome of this story now, so I have rated it to the
best of my judgement, and it will be rather sad. (It may
never reach a point where a "R" rating is warranted on the other hand...)
Are you confused with Tareldar and Wormtongue's familiarity? Don't worry
it will be explained in time. I'm guessing this will have 3 to 4 more chapters
coming. I will complete it, I'm not a deserter. =)
P.S.- For those that wrote a review, here are my answers/comments/thanks:
There wasn't any.... =(
CHAPTER THREE
--flashback--
The woods groaned as Tareldar walked beneath them. Branches swiped sneakily behind him, trying to make him prey for their roots. The trees of Fangorn knew better than to let a "high elf" such as he thru their borders. An elf whose blood was impure was as good as an orc. He had run from his home, knowing that he would find no peace in the Grey Havens. With him, he carried knowledge of Middle Earth's future. He could not disclose any of these visions to anyone of his own race, so he had left to insure that certain events would not take place.
A twig cracked in front of him, and Tareldar almost laughed at his stalker's stupidity. "Who breaks twigs anymore?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt an eerie presence, not from the front, but from the.... "Twigs only break when you wish them to..." Tareldar felt his head being snapped back. He turned his face as much as he could to see his attacker. An Uruk-hai. Tareldar could not believe he hadn't read the signs better. The trees of the forest had not been attacking him, it had been the Uruk. Another twig cracked in front of him. He looked forward and saw a man. "Sauroman said that I'd find you here..." Tareldar struggled as the man came closer. "You are to cause trouble for us, are you not? What fate do you carry in your mind?" The man stared down Tareldar, his hand gripping the elf's chin roughly. "Do you know my name, elf?" The man spoke with an extreme distaste, and the Uruk behind him began to squeeze Tareldar painfully. Tareldar spoke roughly, his lungs not being able to take in enough oxygen. "You are Grima Wormtongue...." The Uruk released him and he fell to the ground. Coughing, he managed to sneak in, "a snake above all others..." Grima bent down, satisfied with the answer. "And is that because you know all about me? Do you know my plans?" Tareldar clammed up. He would not say anything else to this man. "Well, Prince Tareldar, I don't believe anyone will miss you if we kill you here.... before you can cause to much trouble..." Tareldar had the sudden notion that they would kill him, long before he could do any good. He flipped over on his back, kicking the Uruk backwards. Grima began to yell at the creature, a long wailing, whining voice breaking the silence of the forest. Tareldar ran forward, Grima cowardly getting out of the way. The Uruk ran after him though, and even with all of his elf speed, he soon felt a large pain in his gut. The Uruk roared, satisfied with the blow. Tareldar looked down, seeing that the beast had used his dagger to stab him thru the back. The point was sticking thru his front. Tareldar was stunned for a moment, but when the Uruk-hai pulled the dagger out again, the situation became very real, and he began to dart. He was slowed by the wound, and as he saw the monster gaining on him, he knew he would not make it.
Suddenly, much to Tareldar's suprise and gratitude, a root grabbed the Uruk. Fangorn began to sway angrily. Tareldar took this chance to run, and darted away from the cries of the Uruk as he was pulled under. He began to hear the thunder of hooves ahead and ran towards the clearing...
--end--
Tareldar awoke, lying in his bed quietly. It had been two weeks now, and he had been confined to this room. Of course the door was not locked, so confined wasn't really correct, but he stayed for Lady Eowyn. There was a sadness in her eyes, one like his own... and he could not bring himself to leave unless she knew. His wound had long been fully healed, and Eowyn knew that, yet he stayed... as if just his presence made her more at ease. He would stay as long as he could, but it also pained him that he had to hide things from her. Eowyn.... He knew all about her future... Sadness, despair... There was nothing he could do to change those events... Middle-Earth was of far more importance than his feelings of fair and un-fair. But he did know that his presence here only would cause her more suffering. He would have to leave soon....
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Eowyn had been waiting for hours, when the door finally opened. Anar stepped through, half bowing to her as he walked quickly towards her. "You wished to see me?" Eowyn worked through the knots in her throat. "Why did my brother tell you to bring the elf here? Did he truelly know about Theodred?" Anar became slightly silent, but he answered. "The elf was found beside Theodred's body.... Your brother believes that he either tried to save the king's son... or..." Eowyn knew what he would say but she needed to hear it. "Or?" Anar became nervous. "Or he was the one who killed him..." Eowyn stumbled backwards, holding back tears. "And what is this based on?" Anar pulled out an orc dagger. "This was in his hands.... my lady...." Eowyn grabbed the knife. She was feeling sick suddenly. Theodred's blood still remained on the knife, and its blade was crude and uneven. "I must go... I....Tell no one to disturb me!" She dropped the hideous weapon to the floor, and ran from the room, leaving Anar.
The room remained dark when she entered it, and as Eowyn came closer to the bed, the room seemed empty as well. She found Tareldar sleeping and took a moment to study his face. She had become so used to seeing him, it was almost as though she now came to see him out of purely wanting to. She placed her hand upon his cheek, pulling away a stray strand. This man, elf, could not have killed Theodred.... But then why had he been on the battlefield? She felt him stirring, and saw that he was looking up at her. "Eowyn..." She kneeled down beside him, trying to hide her tear streaked face. "I'm sorry to wake you....Tareldar, I...." She could not find words to ask him the questions, and just stared at him futily for answers. Tareldar moved towards her, inches away. "You've been crying..." Eowyn tried to laugh... "Yes... I've been doing that quite frequently these days... It's so unlike me..." There was silence for a moment, and both of them felt tension building. Tareldar brought his soft hands to her face, letting his warmth ease the icy cold of her cheeks. She leaned into his touch. "Tareldar.... I..." Tareldar whispered to her in elvish, long phrases of ethereal beauty, and then leaned towards her. She parted her lips in anticipation, and soon felt his own upon her. The kiss was slow and deliberate, meant to calm Eowyn, to allow her this one time of support from another. His hands began to lift her chest, and she moved with the action, slightly moving onto the bed.
Tareldar was moving his hands along her breasts now, and she became more and more vulnerable to him. The feeling frightened her more than anything else, to trust Tareldar, but she also felt great waves of relief in doing so. Their kiss deepened, and Eowyn became more anxious. Tareldar felt her true needs from the kiss, and suddenly but compassionately moved his hands away from her, letting one stray to her chin. He held her face gently, and when they parted lips, he looked at her with one million emotions. "I am sorry that you are so alone, rokko melien(Maiden of the Horses) But to hasten these actions will only hurt you more..." Eowyn looked at him, and then collapsed into his chest, just crying. The feeling of washing away her burdens was all she had needed, and she loved Tareldar for giving that to her. Tareldar just held her, knowing that this woman was all he cared about, which meant he would have to leave....
to be concluded.....
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the right thing!!!
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-Luinil