Disclaimer: Jeepers Creepers…
A/N: Sorry it took so long to write this…I've preoccupied…
Time: Relief and Disappointment
Rachel pushed Mordil faster than ever. She could hear the Ents and Orcs fighting in Isenguard already. They were maybe twenty miles off. Her senses were nothing compared to Legolas' yet, but she would gradually get them. Mordil could sense the battle and rushed. It was no more than five minutes until they were upon them and the beast couldn't wait to kill something in link with Mordor. They had done this to him…
"Mordil! There!" Rachel yelled over the rushing wind, pointing toward two small figures sitting by the entrance to Saruman's tower. A large Ent, what Rachel guessed was Treebeard, stood protectively in front of them and easily batted away any Orcs who strayed too close. Mordil noticed them and leaped to the occasion…literally. He sailed over the slain Orcs at the edge of the battle scene and slid sideways on the muddy ground, sending bloody dirt flying away from his hooves dramatically (he was, after all, larger than average horses). His hooves made drums against the ground, deep and strong. He stopped and stood with his legs spread apart for balance on the slippery earth, catching his breath. His black coat was covered in sweat and his red eyes were glazed over with exhaustion. Rachel's hair had come apart and now it blew in the dry breeze. She looked so comfortable and powerful on Mordil's back. The raw silver rays of moonlight hit her face and made her look so valiant…a hero…that Pippin stood, mouth open and took a step forward. Merry took the pipe from his mouth and stared, unblinking at her. All at once, time sped forward and the battle around them raged again.
"You guys okay?!" Rachel asked, jumping off of Mordil. An orc ran at her and Mordil nearly kicked its head off. She didn't even blink.
"Rachel!" Pippin yelled with joy. He ran forward and hugged her around the middle. The elf, despite herself, smiled and hugged him back slightly. She was so glad they weren't hurt or worse…she had never been completely sure if the books would prove truthful. After all, Boromir was still alive…
"Where's Holly?!" Rachel yelled over the war cries and creaking branches and wooden humming. Pippin hugged her once more and wiped a tear away from his face. He had been so afraid that she was…She was like a big sister to him! Merry approached them and gave Rachel another hug. He was happy she was alright. She wasn't nearly as close to him as Holly was, but they were still friends. Almost family, but not quite. There was always the chance that Rachel would go on a killing spree…
"Well?! Where is she?!"
"She went to Gondor!" both hobbits yelled at the same time. Rachel's jaw slacked.
"She's okay?!"
"Yep! She's kickin' ass too!" Pippin told Rachel. He was proud of himself for using the phrases the two women used often. Rachel eyes were wide for a moment, but they soon turned into laughs. That was something she hadn't expected.
"Gondor, you say?" Rachel said to herself. She ran straight into Treebeard and he looked at her with affection.
"Hooooorrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuummmmmm…………….You are the one that….Pippin talks aboooouuuuuuuut?" he said. Rachel looked up at him nodded and bowed.
"At your service, Treebeard!"
"You know my naaaaaaammmmmme?" he said, his limbs loosening slightly and snapping as an Uruk-hai came forward. He flew across the battle field.
"Yes. It's a long story and as much as I know you like such tales, I'm afraid I don't have time to tell you of it," Rachel apologized. The Ent nodded and pointed to Gondor, knowing that's where she'd want to go. Rachel smiled, saluted him, and jumped atop Mordil again.
"Where are you going?! You just got here!" Pippin yelled. He didn't want to see her go. He was so happy to see her and now she had to leave again. It was depressing.
"I have to find Holly. I want to see her alive myself!" Rachel yelled at him. Pippin was at the brink of a break down and his elven friend could tell. She sighed and climbed off of Mordil. She kneeled in front of her hobbit buddy and he embraced her tightly.
"You can't go again!" he sobbed. She pulled him off of her shoulders and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"You'll see me in Gondor. I promise. Now, the others will be by here sometime soon, so just, do what your gut tells you to do. Whether that be hit an orc on the head with a frying pan (earlier scene with Sam) or skewer one with that sword of yours is up to you. Just...take care of yourself and always make people smile," she told him. Rachel looked at him and he nodded, chuckling between sobs.
"She left about four hours ago," Merry said quietly. Rachel gazed at him and bobbed her head once.
"Take care of each other, okay? I mean, you've done a wonderful job so far, but I see you guys making something big out of yourselves," Rachel analyzed. They stared at her. Whenever Rachel said something to do with the future, it normally was true. They blushed and watched Rachel finally mount Mordil. He was anxious. They sped away toward the stars in the Eastern horizon. Pippin waved. Another friend off to what may be their demise…when would this madness end?
A/N: Awwwwww……….so cute!
A/N: Sorry it took so long to write this…I've preoccupied…
Time: Relief and Disappointment
Rachel pushed Mordil faster than ever. She could hear the Ents and Orcs fighting in Isenguard already. They were maybe twenty miles off. Her senses were nothing compared to Legolas' yet, but she would gradually get them. Mordil could sense the battle and rushed. It was no more than five minutes until they were upon them and the beast couldn't wait to kill something in link with Mordor. They had done this to him…
"Mordil! There!" Rachel yelled over the rushing wind, pointing toward two small figures sitting by the entrance to Saruman's tower. A large Ent, what Rachel guessed was Treebeard, stood protectively in front of them and easily batted away any Orcs who strayed too close. Mordil noticed them and leaped to the occasion…literally. He sailed over the slain Orcs at the edge of the battle scene and slid sideways on the muddy ground, sending bloody dirt flying away from his hooves dramatically (he was, after all, larger than average horses). His hooves made drums against the ground, deep and strong. He stopped and stood with his legs spread apart for balance on the slippery earth, catching his breath. His black coat was covered in sweat and his red eyes were glazed over with exhaustion. Rachel's hair had come apart and now it blew in the dry breeze. She looked so comfortable and powerful on Mordil's back. The raw silver rays of moonlight hit her face and made her look so valiant…a hero…that Pippin stood, mouth open and took a step forward. Merry took the pipe from his mouth and stared, unblinking at her. All at once, time sped forward and the battle around them raged again.
"You guys okay?!" Rachel asked, jumping off of Mordil. An orc ran at her and Mordil nearly kicked its head off. She didn't even blink.
"Rachel!" Pippin yelled with joy. He ran forward and hugged her around the middle. The elf, despite herself, smiled and hugged him back slightly. She was so glad they weren't hurt or worse…she had never been completely sure if the books would prove truthful. After all, Boromir was still alive…
"Where's Holly?!" Rachel yelled over the war cries and creaking branches and wooden humming. Pippin hugged her once more and wiped a tear away from his face. He had been so afraid that she was…She was like a big sister to him! Merry approached them and gave Rachel another hug. He was happy she was alright. She wasn't nearly as close to him as Holly was, but they were still friends. Almost family, but not quite. There was always the chance that Rachel would go on a killing spree…
"Well?! Where is she?!"
"She went to Gondor!" both hobbits yelled at the same time. Rachel's jaw slacked.
"She's okay?!"
"Yep! She's kickin' ass too!" Pippin told Rachel. He was proud of himself for using the phrases the two women used often. Rachel eyes were wide for a moment, but they soon turned into laughs. That was something she hadn't expected.
"Gondor, you say?" Rachel said to herself. She ran straight into Treebeard and he looked at her with affection.
"Hooooorrrrrrrrruuuuuuuuummmmmm…………….You are the one that….Pippin talks aboooouuuuuuuut?" he said. Rachel looked up at him nodded and bowed.
"At your service, Treebeard!"
"You know my naaaaaaammmmmme?" he said, his limbs loosening slightly and snapping as an Uruk-hai came forward. He flew across the battle field.
"Yes. It's a long story and as much as I know you like such tales, I'm afraid I don't have time to tell you of it," Rachel apologized. The Ent nodded and pointed to Gondor, knowing that's where she'd want to go. Rachel smiled, saluted him, and jumped atop Mordil again.
"Where are you going?! You just got here!" Pippin yelled. He didn't want to see her go. He was so happy to see her and now she had to leave again. It was depressing.
"I have to find Holly. I want to see her alive myself!" Rachel yelled at him. Pippin was at the brink of a break down and his elven friend could tell. She sighed and climbed off of Mordil. She kneeled in front of her hobbit buddy and he embraced her tightly.
"You can't go again!" he sobbed. She pulled him off of her shoulders and kissed him lightly on the cheek.
"You'll see me in Gondor. I promise. Now, the others will be by here sometime soon, so just, do what your gut tells you to do. Whether that be hit an orc on the head with a frying pan (earlier scene with Sam) or skewer one with that sword of yours is up to you. Just...take care of yourself and always make people smile," she told him. Rachel looked at him and he nodded, chuckling between sobs.
"She left about four hours ago," Merry said quietly. Rachel gazed at him and bobbed her head once.
"Take care of each other, okay? I mean, you've done a wonderful job so far, but I see you guys making something big out of yourselves," Rachel analyzed. They stared at her. Whenever Rachel said something to do with the future, it normally was true. They blushed and watched Rachel finally mount Mordil. He was anxious. They sped away toward the stars in the Eastern horizon. Pippin waved. Another friend off to what may be their demise…when would this madness end?
A/N: Awwwwww……….so cute!