AN: Chapter four, yes I know to long, unforgivable. but reviews have
been...very few... T_T I do not own Tolkien or the books. Please keep in
mind that I am NOT a purist, and widen your thinking to compensate.
Thanks to:
CinnamonGrrl: Glad you like it! =^_^=
Me: I have since corrected myself, thank you for your advice! ^_^
Aemilia Rose: See pippin?! I update . . . eventually. I'm glad you laughed.
Ox King: Well here it is. It's a bit slow but it'll get better. ^_^;;
Moonbeam: Sorry I missed informing you of Chap 3. Forgive me? pweeeaaase?
A.E. Hall: Updated! ^_^
Entspinster: I am honored. =^_^=
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I lean against a railing, look out at the cloudy sky and smile. We've been in Rivendell two months now, awaiting the scouts return. I don't like traveling in winter but it appears we'll have little choice. From what little I remember from the books Elladan and Elrohir will mark the end of our wait.
"What do you smile at Kibilzaram?" I turn and grin at Gloin. "I'm anticipating the journey ahead. It will be a marvel to chronicle, I am sure." A clattering of hooves catches my attention and identical elves ride into the courtyard below. I know who they are but I can't tell which is Elrohir and which is Elladan. "My they ARE a pair." Gloin chuckles and pats me on the back. "Wait until you meet them, they will enjoy vexing you with trying to guess which of them is which." {Oh joys . . . I wonder if I actually WILL get the chance to meet them.}
As they dismount I wonder where my fan-girliness has gone. I should be squealing and swooning but . . . here I am, not even a quickened pulse. Gloin excuses himself and wanders off to do goodness knows what. The sky becomes slightly brighter as the moves out from behind a cloud, and I consider trying to find the smithies where Anduril will be forged . . . "Or would that be remade? Because one could argue that making it whole would make it a new sword." I turn my attention back to sky, and find my gaze drawn to the trees, still wearing their autumnal colors. "Such a pretty place. It will be a pity to see it abandoned."
"What are you muttering about?" I spin around coming face to face with Gimli. "What are you sneaking up on me for?" I ask, changing the subject and putting him on the defensive. "I'm did NOT sneak up on you!" He sputters and I raise an eyebrow. "Oh? Coming up behind me, without making a sound until it most benefits you and most startles me, ISN'T sneaking up?" He begins to sulk and I feel a bit bad.
"What are you doing up here anyway?" "One could ask YOU the same question." He huffs. I turn back to the slowly darkening sky. "I'm was watching the clouds, now I'm watching the sun set." There is silence behind me, then he speaks again. "It will be time for supper soon." I smile letting the dying sun caress my now bearded face. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry at the moment."
His footsteps fade and I'm left alone, in a strange land, in a body not my own. As the sun rests on the horizon I hold back tears, despite the almost overwhelming urge to sob. I watch the sun slowly sink below the horizon, casting a warm glow that merely tightens my chest and hollows my stomach. I am about to return to my rooms, maybe go down and beg some food when I hear a throat being cleared behind me.
"You did not come to supper." I turn to see Frodo, my face probably plainly showing my surprise. "No, I was not hungry." He comes to stand next to me; "You missed Lord Elrond's announcement. We leave in seven days." I nod. "Thank you for informing me. I shall begin packing." We stand for a moment in comfortable silence. "Are you not worried?" He asks, not looking at me.
Now I'm confused, I know he should be asking Merry, Pippin and Sam this, but me? "It depends on what you mean. I am worried that we will be traveling in winter. I am worried that I might not carry out my duties properly. But I am not worried about the Ring." At this he turns to me eyes wide. "Why not?" I smile and pat his shoulder. "Because I know there is no better steward. And now, I intend to beg some food from the Kitchens. Will you join me?" He shakes his head now lost in thought. I nod and start the trek to the place where I shall hopefully gain sustenance.
What feels like hours later I arrive in the dining hall to find a table set with food, Merry and Pippin already in attendance. Pippin is the first to spot me and waves. "Gandalf said you would be down, we've been waiting for you." I grin and pull up a chair. "Oh really? And how much of the food did you eat?" Merry belches and says proudly, "Only half." I chuckle and dig in.
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I take a deep breath of the chill air as we assemble under a gray sky. It is time to set out; we don't have many weapons, which is not a comfort to me but we ARE aiming for stealth so I don't complain. Aragorn has his sword and nothing else. Legolas carries his bow, arrows and a long white knife. Gimli and I are attired much the same, Chainmail, helmet and Axe. The only difference being he has one broad bladed axe and I carry two smaller ones. The hobbits are huddled together each carrying a knife from that weird wraith cave, except for Frodo, who I know for a fact is wearing Sting.
I look over to Boromir who has just bounded down a flight of stairs his sword at his hip, shield on his back and horn in his hand. I look to the heavens and brace myself. Of all the things in the book, this one I remembered. He holds the horn high and speaks, "Loud and clear it sounds in the valleys of the hills, and then let all the foes of Gondor flee!" now everyone is looking at him as he lowers the horn to his lips and blows. The sound rings true and clear, resounding in my chest, filling me with energy.
"Slow should you be to wind that horn again, until you stand once more on the borders of your land, and dire need is upon you." Admonishes Elrond. I look at the others and see them more alert, I also catch faces peering from windows and people on balconies looking to see what has occurred. Boromir shrugs, "Maybe, but always I have let my horn cry at setting forth, and though thereafter we may walk in the shadows, I will not go forward as a thief in the night." Elrond makes no response and reenters the house. Sam strokes Bill's nose as the now healthy pony shifts restlessly.
I crack my knuckles and my neck, ignoring the looks I'm getting from the others. We await only Gandalf, who has not yet appeared. I can hear Sam muttering about forgetting the rope and I smile to myself. {Rope? You'll get it in Lorien Samwise Gamgee. That and more.} Gandalf emerges with Elrond and the Elven lord beckons us to gather round. "This is my final word. On the ring bearer alone this burden is laid, the rest of you may come back or leave when a chance arises, no oath will be laid to take you farther then you will."
Gimli snorts, "Faithless is he that takes his leave when the road darkens." Elrond frowns, "Perhaps, but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall." I nod, and raise a hand "Yes, yet sworn word my strengthen the quaking heart." The elf purses his lips. "Or break it," he shakes his head. "Go now with light hearts, the blessing of elves and men and all free folk go with you." We gather into a line, Frodo at the front, Sam, Bill and myself at the back. There are other elves in the shadows whispering good-byes and blessings, suddenly the elf I had sparred with is in front of me, eyes cast to the side.
"I wish . . . To apologize for my behavior." I close my mouth and smile. "It is accepted. I wish to apologize for provoking you." He blinks and nods, "You are forgiven." I hold out my hand and he grasps it hesitantly. "What is your name Master Elf?" He pauses for a moment, eyes searching mine. "I am Amras Calmcacil, of Mirkwood." My smile morphs into a grin and I squeeze his hand. "I am Kibilzaram, of Dale. May the stars shine upon your face Amras Calmcacil, of Mirkwood." He looks surprised that I know an elvish blessing yet squeezes back. "And upon you as well."
He reclaims his hand and bows, moving so that I may rejoin the group. I catch up as we cross the bridge leading out of Imladris. {Well, that was cool, but this is going to be a pain. I hate hiking.} "So it begins." I mutter looking to the mountain range that looms in the distance.
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AN: Whew. Only four hours, well that's what I get for seeing RotK late. I thought it was way cool. But I wish they'd left in Wormtongue throwing the Palantir out the window. *sigh* oh well. Please review! =^_^=
Thanks to:
CinnamonGrrl: Glad you like it! =^_^=
Me: I have since corrected myself, thank you for your advice! ^_^
Aemilia Rose: See pippin?! I update . . . eventually. I'm glad you laughed.
Ox King: Well here it is. It's a bit slow but it'll get better. ^_^;;
Moonbeam: Sorry I missed informing you of Chap 3. Forgive me? pweeeaaase?
A.E. Hall: Updated! ^_^
Entspinster: I am honored. =^_^=
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I lean against a railing, look out at the cloudy sky and smile. We've been in Rivendell two months now, awaiting the scouts return. I don't like traveling in winter but it appears we'll have little choice. From what little I remember from the books Elladan and Elrohir will mark the end of our wait.
"What do you smile at Kibilzaram?" I turn and grin at Gloin. "I'm anticipating the journey ahead. It will be a marvel to chronicle, I am sure." A clattering of hooves catches my attention and identical elves ride into the courtyard below. I know who they are but I can't tell which is Elrohir and which is Elladan. "My they ARE a pair." Gloin chuckles and pats me on the back. "Wait until you meet them, they will enjoy vexing you with trying to guess which of them is which." {Oh joys . . . I wonder if I actually WILL get the chance to meet them.}
As they dismount I wonder where my fan-girliness has gone. I should be squealing and swooning but . . . here I am, not even a quickened pulse. Gloin excuses himself and wanders off to do goodness knows what. The sky becomes slightly brighter as the moves out from behind a cloud, and I consider trying to find the smithies where Anduril will be forged . . . "Or would that be remade? Because one could argue that making it whole would make it a new sword." I turn my attention back to sky, and find my gaze drawn to the trees, still wearing their autumnal colors. "Such a pretty place. It will be a pity to see it abandoned."
"What are you muttering about?" I spin around coming face to face with Gimli. "What are you sneaking up on me for?" I ask, changing the subject and putting him on the defensive. "I'm did NOT sneak up on you!" He sputters and I raise an eyebrow. "Oh? Coming up behind me, without making a sound until it most benefits you and most startles me, ISN'T sneaking up?" He begins to sulk and I feel a bit bad.
"What are you doing up here anyway?" "One could ask YOU the same question." He huffs. I turn back to the slowly darkening sky. "I'm was watching the clouds, now I'm watching the sun set." There is silence behind me, then he speaks again. "It will be time for supper soon." I smile letting the dying sun caress my now bearded face. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry at the moment."
His footsteps fade and I'm left alone, in a strange land, in a body not my own. As the sun rests on the horizon I hold back tears, despite the almost overwhelming urge to sob. I watch the sun slowly sink below the horizon, casting a warm glow that merely tightens my chest and hollows my stomach. I am about to return to my rooms, maybe go down and beg some food when I hear a throat being cleared behind me.
"You did not come to supper." I turn to see Frodo, my face probably plainly showing my surprise. "No, I was not hungry." He comes to stand next to me; "You missed Lord Elrond's announcement. We leave in seven days." I nod. "Thank you for informing me. I shall begin packing." We stand for a moment in comfortable silence. "Are you not worried?" He asks, not looking at me.
Now I'm confused, I know he should be asking Merry, Pippin and Sam this, but me? "It depends on what you mean. I am worried that we will be traveling in winter. I am worried that I might not carry out my duties properly. But I am not worried about the Ring." At this he turns to me eyes wide. "Why not?" I smile and pat his shoulder. "Because I know there is no better steward. And now, I intend to beg some food from the Kitchens. Will you join me?" He shakes his head now lost in thought. I nod and start the trek to the place where I shall hopefully gain sustenance.
What feels like hours later I arrive in the dining hall to find a table set with food, Merry and Pippin already in attendance. Pippin is the first to spot me and waves. "Gandalf said you would be down, we've been waiting for you." I grin and pull up a chair. "Oh really? And how much of the food did you eat?" Merry belches and says proudly, "Only half." I chuckle and dig in.
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I take a deep breath of the chill air as we assemble under a gray sky. It is time to set out; we don't have many weapons, which is not a comfort to me but we ARE aiming for stealth so I don't complain. Aragorn has his sword and nothing else. Legolas carries his bow, arrows and a long white knife. Gimli and I are attired much the same, Chainmail, helmet and Axe. The only difference being he has one broad bladed axe and I carry two smaller ones. The hobbits are huddled together each carrying a knife from that weird wraith cave, except for Frodo, who I know for a fact is wearing Sting.
I look over to Boromir who has just bounded down a flight of stairs his sword at his hip, shield on his back and horn in his hand. I look to the heavens and brace myself. Of all the things in the book, this one I remembered. He holds the horn high and speaks, "Loud and clear it sounds in the valleys of the hills, and then let all the foes of Gondor flee!" now everyone is looking at him as he lowers the horn to his lips and blows. The sound rings true and clear, resounding in my chest, filling me with energy.
"Slow should you be to wind that horn again, until you stand once more on the borders of your land, and dire need is upon you." Admonishes Elrond. I look at the others and see them more alert, I also catch faces peering from windows and people on balconies looking to see what has occurred. Boromir shrugs, "Maybe, but always I have let my horn cry at setting forth, and though thereafter we may walk in the shadows, I will not go forward as a thief in the night." Elrond makes no response and reenters the house. Sam strokes Bill's nose as the now healthy pony shifts restlessly.
I crack my knuckles and my neck, ignoring the looks I'm getting from the others. We await only Gandalf, who has not yet appeared. I can hear Sam muttering about forgetting the rope and I smile to myself. {Rope? You'll get it in Lorien Samwise Gamgee. That and more.} Gandalf emerges with Elrond and the Elven lord beckons us to gather round. "This is my final word. On the ring bearer alone this burden is laid, the rest of you may come back or leave when a chance arises, no oath will be laid to take you farther then you will."
Gimli snorts, "Faithless is he that takes his leave when the road darkens." Elrond frowns, "Perhaps, but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall." I nod, and raise a hand "Yes, yet sworn word my strengthen the quaking heart." The elf purses his lips. "Or break it," he shakes his head. "Go now with light hearts, the blessing of elves and men and all free folk go with you." We gather into a line, Frodo at the front, Sam, Bill and myself at the back. There are other elves in the shadows whispering good-byes and blessings, suddenly the elf I had sparred with is in front of me, eyes cast to the side.
"I wish . . . To apologize for my behavior." I close my mouth and smile. "It is accepted. I wish to apologize for provoking you." He blinks and nods, "You are forgiven." I hold out my hand and he grasps it hesitantly. "What is your name Master Elf?" He pauses for a moment, eyes searching mine. "I am Amras Calmcacil, of Mirkwood." My smile morphs into a grin and I squeeze his hand. "I am Kibilzaram, of Dale. May the stars shine upon your face Amras Calmcacil, of Mirkwood." He looks surprised that I know an elvish blessing yet squeezes back. "And upon you as well."
He reclaims his hand and bows, moving so that I may rejoin the group. I catch up as we cross the bridge leading out of Imladris. {Well, that was cool, but this is going to be a pain. I hate hiking.} "So it begins." I mutter looking to the mountain range that looms in the distance.
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AN: Whew. Only four hours, well that's what I get for seeing RotK late. I thought it was way cool. But I wish they'd left in Wormtongue throwing the Palantir out the window. *sigh* oh well. Please review! =^_^=