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A/N: I'm listening to the Goo Goo Dolls…
Time: An Old Man and His Grey Rags
It had been hours. Rachel still sat, humming to her CDs and the others stood impatiently, thinking she was wasting their precious time.
"We should move on…" Aragorn said absently. Legolas was watching the cloudy skies as light pricked through the gloom. He missed the light.
"No…okay, here. To give you something to do, look for hobbit prints," Rachel said, pointing to the stone steps behind them. Aragorn shook his head, but then stared at the stairs in amazement.
"There are prints here! How could you have known?!"
"I read," came Rachel's simple reply. Aragorn busied himself with studying the ground. Then…it came.
"Hum a different song!" Gimli spat at Rachel. She laughed and stood.
"I am not the one humming!" she told him. Legolas pointed silently to an old man walking along their former path towards them. Gimli thought it to be Sauron, but Rachel knew better…Everyone exchanged looks and then reached for their weapons.
"Don't…he's a friend!" Rachel yelled. The men put their weapons down reluctantly. Rachel walked forward…this man, Gandalf to be precise, would try to lead them on for a moment or two…she decided to play along.
"You there! What brings you to Fangorn?!" she cried. He quickened his pace and stepped in front of her. His old clothes, ragged and grey from wear, hung lifeless from his body.
"Travels. And what of you?" he said, smiling from under his cloak.
"A name!" Legolas said, stepping forward.
"Yours' first!" the old man cried. Gimli grabbed at his axe again.
"You are a wizard!" he shouted. Gandalf nodded.
"Yes…and you know me well!"
"Saruman, you are then!" Gimli exclaimed, lunging. With a gentle flick of the wizard's hand, the dwarf swung back and landed softly on the ground.
"Absurd! Though, I may be what he should have been…" the wizard contemplated. Rachel laughed.
"That you are! I'm Rachel…Legolas…Aragorn…and Gimli, as I'm sure you knew," she told him, introducing their party. Gandalf nodded.
"Indeed…I did know! And how long it has been since I've seen your faces!" he said, throwing his rags off. The men gasped with joy as Gandalf the White shone powerful and wise before them.
"Gandalf!"
"Yes, it is me," he said simply. Rachel gave him a hug (which he had no clue what to do with) and smiled happily.
"I told you guys you didn't want to miss this appointment, didn't I?" she said to Gimli. He crossed his arms, smiling, and Rachel stuck her tongue out at him. Holly was, for a moment, forgotten.
"And what of you, my friends?"
"We went to Lothlorien and then were attacked by the Uruk-hai…They took Holly, Merry, and Pippin. Holly's with Saruman, but the hobbits are with Treebeard. Frodo and Sam ran off to Mount Doom. They're doing fine…trust me. No problems yet. Umm…Boromir was wounded in battle and sent back to Rohan with the Riders. You aren't exactly in their graces, you know. Stealing Shadowfax! How could you?! Anyway, we came here afterwards," Rachel said rapidly. Gandalf was wonderful. He could always make you smile and he never seemed to die…
"My goodness! You certainly know of our journeys don't you, Rachel?" he asked. She nodded.
"One other thing has changed among us, Gandalf," Aragorn said. He exchanged curious glances with the wizard and then looked at Rachel. Gandalf looked at her suspiciously.
"Oh? And what has changed exactly?" he asked. Rachel didn't know what they were doing…she had forgotten about the whole "elf" thing. Legolas looked at her. She finally understood and turned red. She was embarrassed! She seemed like a harmless child.
"I'm an…an elf. Elentari," Rachel said quietly. Gandalf's pipe (which he had been smoking the entire time) fell to the ground and his jaw dropped. A few seconds later, he laughed.
"That wasn't something I was expecting! An elf, eh? The Lady of the Wood, I guess?"
"Yes. She gave her immortal life…for Rachel," Legolas said. He stepped forward and peered at the wizard. He knew what the elf felt. It was excruciating…
"It's not that big a deal…I'm no different than before," Rachel said, trying to find an excuse. She really was different. Her heart seemed lighter in some ways…many ways. Then again, it felt weighed down with feelings.
"I suppose not," Gandalf said, drifting. He could tell was Rachel felt as well. The feeling was welcome and admitted, but she knew not of the Elven love…It was unknown to her. She had no idea what Legolas went through…
"We should sit and eat. My stomach shouts of hunger!" Gimli said, helping himself to some Lembas. Everyone sat and told of their stories. However, Rachel and Legolas left out the most desired thing they wished for…each other.
A/N: I know…More updates, right? *Sigh * You people are so predictable… ^_^
A/N: I'm listening to the Goo Goo Dolls…
Time: An Old Man and His Grey Rags
It had been hours. Rachel still sat, humming to her CDs and the others stood impatiently, thinking she was wasting their precious time.
"We should move on…" Aragorn said absently. Legolas was watching the cloudy skies as light pricked through the gloom. He missed the light.
"No…okay, here. To give you something to do, look for hobbit prints," Rachel said, pointing to the stone steps behind them. Aragorn shook his head, but then stared at the stairs in amazement.
"There are prints here! How could you have known?!"
"I read," came Rachel's simple reply. Aragorn busied himself with studying the ground. Then…it came.
"Hum a different song!" Gimli spat at Rachel. She laughed and stood.
"I am not the one humming!" she told him. Legolas pointed silently to an old man walking along their former path towards them. Gimli thought it to be Sauron, but Rachel knew better…Everyone exchanged looks and then reached for their weapons.
"Don't…he's a friend!" Rachel yelled. The men put their weapons down reluctantly. Rachel walked forward…this man, Gandalf to be precise, would try to lead them on for a moment or two…she decided to play along.
"You there! What brings you to Fangorn?!" she cried. He quickened his pace and stepped in front of her. His old clothes, ragged and grey from wear, hung lifeless from his body.
"Travels. And what of you?" he said, smiling from under his cloak.
"A name!" Legolas said, stepping forward.
"Yours' first!" the old man cried. Gimli grabbed at his axe again.
"You are a wizard!" he shouted. Gandalf nodded.
"Yes…and you know me well!"
"Saruman, you are then!" Gimli exclaimed, lunging. With a gentle flick of the wizard's hand, the dwarf swung back and landed softly on the ground.
"Absurd! Though, I may be what he should have been…" the wizard contemplated. Rachel laughed.
"That you are! I'm Rachel…Legolas…Aragorn…and Gimli, as I'm sure you knew," she told him, introducing their party. Gandalf nodded.
"Indeed…I did know! And how long it has been since I've seen your faces!" he said, throwing his rags off. The men gasped with joy as Gandalf the White shone powerful and wise before them.
"Gandalf!"
"Yes, it is me," he said simply. Rachel gave him a hug (which he had no clue what to do with) and smiled happily.
"I told you guys you didn't want to miss this appointment, didn't I?" she said to Gimli. He crossed his arms, smiling, and Rachel stuck her tongue out at him. Holly was, for a moment, forgotten.
"And what of you, my friends?"
"We went to Lothlorien and then were attacked by the Uruk-hai…They took Holly, Merry, and Pippin. Holly's with Saruman, but the hobbits are with Treebeard. Frodo and Sam ran off to Mount Doom. They're doing fine…trust me. No problems yet. Umm…Boromir was wounded in battle and sent back to Rohan with the Riders. You aren't exactly in their graces, you know. Stealing Shadowfax! How could you?! Anyway, we came here afterwards," Rachel said rapidly. Gandalf was wonderful. He could always make you smile and he never seemed to die…
"My goodness! You certainly know of our journeys don't you, Rachel?" he asked. She nodded.
"One other thing has changed among us, Gandalf," Aragorn said. He exchanged curious glances with the wizard and then looked at Rachel. Gandalf looked at her suspiciously.
"Oh? And what has changed exactly?" he asked. Rachel didn't know what they were doing…she had forgotten about the whole "elf" thing. Legolas looked at her. She finally understood and turned red. She was embarrassed! She seemed like a harmless child.
"I'm an…an elf. Elentari," Rachel said quietly. Gandalf's pipe (which he had been smoking the entire time) fell to the ground and his jaw dropped. A few seconds later, he laughed.
"That wasn't something I was expecting! An elf, eh? The Lady of the Wood, I guess?"
"Yes. She gave her immortal life…for Rachel," Legolas said. He stepped forward and peered at the wizard. He knew what the elf felt. It was excruciating…
"It's not that big a deal…I'm no different than before," Rachel said, trying to find an excuse. She really was different. Her heart seemed lighter in some ways…many ways. Then again, it felt weighed down with feelings.
"I suppose not," Gandalf said, drifting. He could tell was Rachel felt as well. The feeling was welcome and admitted, but she knew not of the Elven love…It was unknown to her. She had no idea what Legolas went through…
"We should sit and eat. My stomach shouts of hunger!" Gimli said, helping himself to some Lembas. Everyone sat and told of their stories. However, Rachel and Legolas left out the most desired thing they wished for…each other.
A/N: I know…More updates, right? *Sigh * You people are so predictable… ^_^