Disclaimer: We do not own anything Tolkien. He is a great writer and the
inspiration for our story. Anything recognisable as Tolkein's does not
belong to us, some characters and names have been borrowed. However I do
claim Quintaria, and the Royal Family especially Fëarána and Fëárë Mwah ha
ha ha ha
Hey back again. Just a note to tell you that the next chappie might be a little longer forthcoming cause we got big exams cumin up and we need to study and stuff like that, so wish us luck
Well. on with the story.
****************************************************************** Chapter 5 - The Grand Adventure
"Those hills are really, really big"
"They are called mountains Fëárë."
"Right. Will you look at the clouds." She said in a girly voice clasping her hands together and jumping up and down in childish delight.
"I believe it is called mist." Fëarána said with the patient air of a mother explaining something to their two year old child.
"So that is why they are called the Misty Mountains."
Fëarána looked at her sister in exasperation and placed her head in her hands. "I give up!" She said in a resigned tone. "Why do I even bother?"
She had put up with her sister's blatant stupidity for the last four weeks since they had left Quintaria. The only respite had been the brief stop at Laketown to pick up supplies because Fëárë had forgotten to pack essentials such as food. They had spent the next three weeks avoiding Mirkwood, although once having a run-in with a member of the border patrol. After using their signature escape the twins hurried on leaving the handsome guard unconscious with a note of apology pinned to his tunic. They had then followed the boundary of Mirkwood north where they crossed the great river at its northern tip. Then travelling south so they could cross the mountains at the high pass. This was where the twins found themselves now, standing at the beginning of the high mountain pass.
"Well this is it then" Fëarána commented looking out onto the pass. The sun had just dawned, casting an orange glow over the two travellers and surrounding landscape.
"We're going to cross the mountains, going to cross the mountains" Fëárë sung happily. "We're going on an adventure, going on an adventure." Lintehte stopped suddenly stamping his hoof in protest. "Come on Lintehte" Fëárë cried "my singing is not that bad."
"Yes, it is lovely singing dear sister. Now be quiet, you need to save your energy for the trek."
"Yes mother." She teased
"Your welcome dear." Fëarána replied gently patting Fëárë on the head infuriatingly. She quickly ducked out of sword range and mounted Elcalima who quickly trotted up the high pass.
"Wait for me" Fëárë cried jumping up on Lintehte and hurrying after her sister.
At noon Fëarána slid off her horse and rummaged through her baggage looking for something suitable for lunch. Fëárë, on the other hand kept ridding past. After ten paces she stopped suddenly and turned around in the saddle.
"Fëarána, what are you doing?"
"Getting lunch." She answered in a matter of fact way.
"But I'm not hungry"
"You still need something to eat"
"No I don't" Fëárë disagreed defiantly from her place on top of Lintehte
Yes you do" came the stern voice of her sister
"na uh"
"Uh huh"
"nu uh"
"Uh huh"
"Nu uh"
"Well I am not moving till you have had something to eat, and seeing as I am the one who knows where we are going, my word will be taken." Fëarána said putting an end to the dispute.
"That's not fair" Fëárë whined
"I never said it was." Fëarána replied with an air of indifference, "but that is the way it is going to be."
"Fine then!' she yelled, jumping off her horse and shoving a piece of bread into her mouth. "Mru haphmno?"
"Oh for Illuvatar's sake, swallow then speak!"
Fëárë gulped down the bread. "I said are you happy now?"
"Quite" Fëarána replied smugly "now eat an apple"
"Can I eat it while we ride?"
She thought for a while "yes"
With her sister's reply, Fëárë jumped back onto Lintehte. She nudged him into a gallop while Fëarána desperately tryed to pack up and catch her at the same time.
The remaining four days passed in a blur of laughter and petty arguments but the ending of the journey from the pass brought relief to Fëarána. It was right before the twins reached the descent and Fëarána was eager to push on.
"Shall we stop here for tonight or continue down?" asked Fëárë, hoping for an argument to settle her uneasiness
"I think we should push on." Fëarána replied
"So do I, but we should wait for the cover of darkness to hide. It would be more fun then"
"Well, it is nearly dark now, it will be dark even before we reach half way. And be.."
"Okay then, I'll race you down!" Fëárë cried suddenly tearing down the slope
".Careful" Fëarána finished, with a shake of her head she followed her sister, although much more carefully and quietly.
At the bottom of the pass Fëarána almost ran into her sister. If not for the elvish reflexes and the swiftness of Elcalima, Fëárë would have gone tumbling down the mountain side.
"Why did you stop for!" she cried to her sister, ready to slap her silly. Her rage was soon forgotten when she saw the serious look on Fëárë's face.
"Something is not right" she said softly "can you feel it?"
Fëarána dismounted, her head cocked to the wind, listening. Suddenly she gasped and looked fearfully at her sister. "Curse me, I didn't pay enough attention, we are surrounded."
The twins stood back to back. Fëárë reached for her sword and patted it, to reassure herself. They saw shadows flittering through the trees before the shadows stepped forward into the moonlight. There were ten figures in all, hooded and cloaked wearing clothes that looked like they had never seen a wash.
"Who are you" Fëárë demanded griping at the handle of her sword
"You are in no position to demand anything, and I do not like your tone orc spy." One of the figures answered, stepping forward.
"We are not orc spies, and I don't like your tone either Mr." Fëárë said to the stranger. "Answer my question, who are you?"
"We are rangers of the North, and you are our prisoners." He turned around and addressed the other rangers. "Bring them!" he bellowed spurring the others into action. "We will take them to Strider, he is the most knowledgeable about the servants of the enemies, he will know what to do."
'Strider' thought Fëárë as she was blindfolded by one of the rangers. 'I wonder who he is?' ***************************************************************
Mystical Dreams: here is your infamous Bob, he get explained more next chappie. Hope you liked.
Hey back again. Just a note to tell you that the next chappie might be a little longer forthcoming cause we got big exams cumin up and we need to study and stuff like that, so wish us luck
Well. on with the story.
****************************************************************** Chapter 5 - The Grand Adventure
"Those hills are really, really big"
"They are called mountains Fëárë."
"Right. Will you look at the clouds." She said in a girly voice clasping her hands together and jumping up and down in childish delight.
"I believe it is called mist." Fëarána said with the patient air of a mother explaining something to their two year old child.
"So that is why they are called the Misty Mountains."
Fëarána looked at her sister in exasperation and placed her head in her hands. "I give up!" She said in a resigned tone. "Why do I even bother?"
She had put up with her sister's blatant stupidity for the last four weeks since they had left Quintaria. The only respite had been the brief stop at Laketown to pick up supplies because Fëárë had forgotten to pack essentials such as food. They had spent the next three weeks avoiding Mirkwood, although once having a run-in with a member of the border patrol. After using their signature escape the twins hurried on leaving the handsome guard unconscious with a note of apology pinned to his tunic. They had then followed the boundary of Mirkwood north where they crossed the great river at its northern tip. Then travelling south so they could cross the mountains at the high pass. This was where the twins found themselves now, standing at the beginning of the high mountain pass.
"Well this is it then" Fëarána commented looking out onto the pass. The sun had just dawned, casting an orange glow over the two travellers and surrounding landscape.
"We're going to cross the mountains, going to cross the mountains" Fëárë sung happily. "We're going on an adventure, going on an adventure." Lintehte stopped suddenly stamping his hoof in protest. "Come on Lintehte" Fëárë cried "my singing is not that bad."
"Yes, it is lovely singing dear sister. Now be quiet, you need to save your energy for the trek."
"Yes mother." She teased
"Your welcome dear." Fëarána replied gently patting Fëárë on the head infuriatingly. She quickly ducked out of sword range and mounted Elcalima who quickly trotted up the high pass.
"Wait for me" Fëárë cried jumping up on Lintehte and hurrying after her sister.
At noon Fëarána slid off her horse and rummaged through her baggage looking for something suitable for lunch. Fëárë, on the other hand kept ridding past. After ten paces she stopped suddenly and turned around in the saddle.
"Fëarána, what are you doing?"
"Getting lunch." She answered in a matter of fact way.
"But I'm not hungry"
"You still need something to eat"
"No I don't" Fëárë disagreed defiantly from her place on top of Lintehte
Yes you do" came the stern voice of her sister
"na uh"
"Uh huh"
"nu uh"
"Uh huh"
"Nu uh"
"Well I am not moving till you have had something to eat, and seeing as I am the one who knows where we are going, my word will be taken." Fëarána said putting an end to the dispute.
"That's not fair" Fëárë whined
"I never said it was." Fëarána replied with an air of indifference, "but that is the way it is going to be."
"Fine then!' she yelled, jumping off her horse and shoving a piece of bread into her mouth. "Mru haphmno?"
"Oh for Illuvatar's sake, swallow then speak!"
Fëárë gulped down the bread. "I said are you happy now?"
"Quite" Fëarána replied smugly "now eat an apple"
"Can I eat it while we ride?"
She thought for a while "yes"
With her sister's reply, Fëárë jumped back onto Lintehte. She nudged him into a gallop while Fëarána desperately tryed to pack up and catch her at the same time.
The remaining four days passed in a blur of laughter and petty arguments but the ending of the journey from the pass brought relief to Fëarána. It was right before the twins reached the descent and Fëarána was eager to push on.
"Shall we stop here for tonight or continue down?" asked Fëárë, hoping for an argument to settle her uneasiness
"I think we should push on." Fëarána replied
"So do I, but we should wait for the cover of darkness to hide. It would be more fun then"
"Well, it is nearly dark now, it will be dark even before we reach half way. And be.."
"Okay then, I'll race you down!" Fëárë cried suddenly tearing down the slope
".Careful" Fëarána finished, with a shake of her head she followed her sister, although much more carefully and quietly.
At the bottom of the pass Fëarána almost ran into her sister. If not for the elvish reflexes and the swiftness of Elcalima, Fëárë would have gone tumbling down the mountain side.
"Why did you stop for!" she cried to her sister, ready to slap her silly. Her rage was soon forgotten when she saw the serious look on Fëárë's face.
"Something is not right" she said softly "can you feel it?"
Fëarána dismounted, her head cocked to the wind, listening. Suddenly she gasped and looked fearfully at her sister. "Curse me, I didn't pay enough attention, we are surrounded."
The twins stood back to back. Fëárë reached for her sword and patted it, to reassure herself. They saw shadows flittering through the trees before the shadows stepped forward into the moonlight. There were ten figures in all, hooded and cloaked wearing clothes that looked like they had never seen a wash.
"Who are you" Fëárë demanded griping at the handle of her sword
"You are in no position to demand anything, and I do not like your tone orc spy." One of the figures answered, stepping forward.
"We are not orc spies, and I don't like your tone either Mr." Fëárë said to the stranger. "Answer my question, who are you?"
"We are rangers of the North, and you are our prisoners." He turned around and addressed the other rangers. "Bring them!" he bellowed spurring the others into action. "We will take them to Strider, he is the most knowledgeable about the servants of the enemies, he will know what to do."
'Strider' thought Fëárë as she was blindfolded by one of the rangers. 'I wonder who he is?' ***************************************************************
Mystical Dreams: here is your infamous Bob, he get explained more next chappie. Hope you liked.