Chapter 3 - Happiness Is. . .
Butterfly - I'm glad you liked it. :) No, it isn't Isildur. It's another OC, made up by the person who I did the rp that this is based on with. Wow. . .confusing sentence. Anyway, it'll be explained this chapter.
Disclaimer: LotR is not mine. Altogether now, "LotR is not Sven's!" Good.
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The stone in Rae's hand dropped instantly. She turned out of the doorway slightly to see a shadowy man pinned against the wall of the castle. The figure smirked then, knocking the sword from Anendel's hand and into the grass. Anendel backed up, lifting his arm to shield himself as the man swung at him, slicing his forearm. He scrambled out of the man's reach, stumbling and falling onto his back. The man came at him, and he backed up until he was as flat against the wall as he could be. The metal blade of the man's sword flashed as he brought it down, leaving a deep cut along Anendel's cheek in its wake.
"Anendel!" Rae cried, immediately regretting doing so. The man turned on her, noticing her presence for the first time. He came at her swiftly, sword raised. Anendel jumped up, retrieving his sword from the grass and cut the man off before he could reach the hobbit-lass, sword clanging against sword. Anendel pushed him back and tackled him. The man struck Anendel's wounded arm, giving him enough time to stand. The Elf rushed to his feet as well, and the man ran at him, stopping suddenly. Rae gasped. A good half of Anendel's sword was sticking out of the man's back.
Anendel was still a moment, then shoved the man backwards. The man fell to his knees, looking up at the Elf in wonder.
"What happened. . .to your mercy?" he managed.
Anendel glared down at him. "I am not a saint." And then the man's eyes closed, his body going rigid. Releasing a large breath, Anendel fell to his knees as well, dropping his sword beside him.
Rae stared, unable to move in her disbelief. Her skin pale and cold, body shaking in fright and shock, she looked to the Elf who sat a few feet from her. Finally pulling out of her trance, she went and knelt beside him.
"Who. . .was he?" she asked after a moment.
"His name was Feando," came Anendel's reply. It was labored and breathy. "As children. . .we were best friends."
"But he. . .he tried to kill you," she said.
"I know," said Anendel. "I was taken in. . .as a prince, many years ago. Feando grew jealous. I, a commoner, and he, a noble. He hated me. . .mostly because Leara married me."
Rae was silent for a moment. Anendel reached up and lightly touched the cut on his face, grimacing. She turned worried eyes to him. "Will you be all right?"
"Yes. . .I'll be fine."
She smiled wearily, still recovering from the shock of it all. He looked over at her as Ivorymane trotted out, pushing her neck underneath one of his arms and helping him stand. "Will *you* be all right?"
Rae nodded. "I will be."
"No doubt this must have shocked you," Anendel stammered, voice wavering in his pain. "Even if. . .even if Feando tried to kill me, I wished not to kill. . .to kill him."
"You had no choice." She looked to him. "You should rest. You definitely will not be able to ride in your condition."
"I'm fine, Rae. . ."
"Please. You won't heal if you don't." She stood and walked with the Elf and Ivorymane back into the ruins. Once inside, the mare led Anendel to one of the walls and waited for him to seat himself. Then, she went to Rae's side, nudging the hobbit's arm and nodding toward one of the packs on her saddle. Rae went to it and opened it, finding bandages inside. Removing them, she went and knelt beside Anendel.
"Let me see your arm," she said gently. He held it out to her, revealing a deep, angry wound. She took his wrist lightly and began to carefully bandage the injury. When she was finished, he rested it on his lap once more, closing his eyes with a laboured sigh.
Rae sat beside him silently for a moment, before speaking. "That was quite the scare you gave me, Anendel."
"I'm sorry."
She laughed softly. "It's alright. I knew he couldn't kill you. You said yourself that you're too stubborn to give in that easily."
He smiled slightly. "So I did."
"Even so. . ." Her eyes turned to him, studying his face. "I wouldn't have let him. . .anyone. . .kill you, 'Nendel."
His eyes opened at that, turning to regard her, and unreadable expression on his face. "Thank you."
She averted her eyes quickly with a quiet "you're welcome". It wasn't long before he had drifted off to sleep. Rae stood and went to the door of the ruins, looking out on the land to where the sun was slowly setting. She smiled to herself, turning to watch Anendel as he slept. Despite anything that Riadoc or anyone else had told her, being here with this Elf made her truly happy.
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A/N: Aww, ends on a bit of a cute note, dunnit? Well, please leave me a review! And sorry it took so long. ^_^;;
Butterfly - I'm glad you liked it. :) No, it isn't Isildur. It's another OC, made up by the person who I did the rp that this is based on with. Wow. . .confusing sentence. Anyway, it'll be explained this chapter.
Disclaimer: LotR is not mine. Altogether now, "LotR is not Sven's!" Good.
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The stone in Rae's hand dropped instantly. She turned out of the doorway slightly to see a shadowy man pinned against the wall of the castle. The figure smirked then, knocking the sword from Anendel's hand and into the grass. Anendel backed up, lifting his arm to shield himself as the man swung at him, slicing his forearm. He scrambled out of the man's reach, stumbling and falling onto his back. The man came at him, and he backed up until he was as flat against the wall as he could be. The metal blade of the man's sword flashed as he brought it down, leaving a deep cut along Anendel's cheek in its wake.
"Anendel!" Rae cried, immediately regretting doing so. The man turned on her, noticing her presence for the first time. He came at her swiftly, sword raised. Anendel jumped up, retrieving his sword from the grass and cut the man off before he could reach the hobbit-lass, sword clanging against sword. Anendel pushed him back and tackled him. The man struck Anendel's wounded arm, giving him enough time to stand. The Elf rushed to his feet as well, and the man ran at him, stopping suddenly. Rae gasped. A good half of Anendel's sword was sticking out of the man's back.
Anendel was still a moment, then shoved the man backwards. The man fell to his knees, looking up at the Elf in wonder.
"What happened. . .to your mercy?" he managed.
Anendel glared down at him. "I am not a saint." And then the man's eyes closed, his body going rigid. Releasing a large breath, Anendel fell to his knees as well, dropping his sword beside him.
Rae stared, unable to move in her disbelief. Her skin pale and cold, body shaking in fright and shock, she looked to the Elf who sat a few feet from her. Finally pulling out of her trance, she went and knelt beside him.
"Who. . .was he?" she asked after a moment.
"His name was Feando," came Anendel's reply. It was labored and breathy. "As children. . .we were best friends."
"But he. . .he tried to kill you," she said.
"I know," said Anendel. "I was taken in. . .as a prince, many years ago. Feando grew jealous. I, a commoner, and he, a noble. He hated me. . .mostly because Leara married me."
Rae was silent for a moment. Anendel reached up and lightly touched the cut on his face, grimacing. She turned worried eyes to him. "Will you be all right?"
"Yes. . .I'll be fine."
She smiled wearily, still recovering from the shock of it all. He looked over at her as Ivorymane trotted out, pushing her neck underneath one of his arms and helping him stand. "Will *you* be all right?"
Rae nodded. "I will be."
"No doubt this must have shocked you," Anendel stammered, voice wavering in his pain. "Even if. . .even if Feando tried to kill me, I wished not to kill. . .to kill him."
"You had no choice." She looked to him. "You should rest. You definitely will not be able to ride in your condition."
"I'm fine, Rae. . ."
"Please. You won't heal if you don't." She stood and walked with the Elf and Ivorymane back into the ruins. Once inside, the mare led Anendel to one of the walls and waited for him to seat himself. Then, she went to Rae's side, nudging the hobbit's arm and nodding toward one of the packs on her saddle. Rae went to it and opened it, finding bandages inside. Removing them, she went and knelt beside Anendel.
"Let me see your arm," she said gently. He held it out to her, revealing a deep, angry wound. She took his wrist lightly and began to carefully bandage the injury. When she was finished, he rested it on his lap once more, closing his eyes with a laboured sigh.
Rae sat beside him silently for a moment, before speaking. "That was quite the scare you gave me, Anendel."
"I'm sorry."
She laughed softly. "It's alright. I knew he couldn't kill you. You said yourself that you're too stubborn to give in that easily."
He smiled slightly. "So I did."
"Even so. . ." Her eyes turned to him, studying his face. "I wouldn't have let him. . .anyone. . .kill you, 'Nendel."
His eyes opened at that, turning to regard her, and unreadable expression on his face. "Thank you."
She averted her eyes quickly with a quiet "you're welcome". It wasn't long before he had drifted off to sleep. Rae stood and went to the door of the ruins, looking out on the land to where the sun was slowly setting. She smiled to herself, turning to watch Anendel as he slept. Despite anything that Riadoc or anyone else had told her, being here with this Elf made her truly happy.
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A/N: Aww, ends on a bit of a cute note, dunnit? Well, please leave me a review! And sorry it took so long. ^_^;;