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Time: Insight III: That of.er.everyone else ^^;;
A/N: don't mind my yelling please *clears throat* HOLLY YOU SPELLED MY NAME WRONG IN YOUR STORY I'M GONNA KILL YOU.*ehem* Thanks! ^_^
Aragorn:
Legolas was in fever. This made his friend worry. How could an elf stand such need for their love? Was this how his love, Arwen, felt when he was away? The elves in Mirkwood never seemed to act this rashly when away. How. Aragorn had known Legolas for his entire life. An elf of meditation and patience, this was hardly like him. Watching him speed away for the ability to touch, to feel made Aragorn wonder and need to touch, to feel. Legolas embraced her and Aragorn could hear the small sobs that escaped Rachel. She was still human inside. Did she feel like that Elven passion aswell? Desperate for him? Aragorn came to a conclusion.and it broke his heart to think that he may not have that with Arwen aswell.
Boromir:
She saved him, loved him, cared for him, brightened him. This comfort would be his for an eternity. It chilled him and warmed him to know that he was in her debt forever. She, a woman, had taken an arrow for him! This scared Boromir. He was supposed to be dead. Yes, he saw the books, he read the passage. All night, he sat awake, trembling, sitting beside Rachel's bag with the books thrown across the room. Holly was his love, his brave heart. She would always be there if, after that, she could still love such a man who was to topple over falls. He knew that she had known of his death all along. And because of this, he could die at any moment. Well, he would make every moment last. He would endure in her heart and she in his. She was his love and he her's. Nothing, not even death, could part the petals from the rose.
Gandalf:
It was peculiar, this woman. She was strong, vulnerable, weak, beastly, angry, beautiful. Yet, Legolas tamed her. Gandlaf sat smoking his pipe, wondering. Wondering of all the world. Wondering of their world. Oh, he knew it was there.he had for longer than the dawn. It was.magnificent. But to leave it! To come to this.hell. Rachel was capable of such things no human before her was capable of. Such trauma and fear lived in those eyes. Those grey eyes. The tools of sight were not meant to be the color of the storm. They brew madness, fear, and torture into one twisted concoction. But she was different. Maybe the grey was the calming of the sea or the night when it first slips into sleep. Maybe she was everything.
Frodo:
Boromir was right.such a small thing, why be afraid of it? But he knew. He knew the power of the One Ring. It dangled on his chest, contorting his heart beat to its own. It was there, feeling him, running its cold hands over his mind, trying to find an entrance. But hobbits were good at riddles, and a riddle was what kept Frodo's mind shut. There were things good and evil, but what defined good and evil? Such a thing to think of. When he found himself wishing to put the Ring on his finger, he thought of this age long question and the voice was quieted. He would find the answer soon.he would find it at the birthplace of evil and the deathplace of good.
Sam:
He was so courageous, Master Frodo was. He made others brave too. Now, Sam wasn't smart, but he knew what was wrong and what was right, and that's what kept his gardener's paws off of that Ring. He saw Frodo standing there every once in a while, staring at the sky, at the mountain and gates. It was almost time, and Sam wasn't going to let his master be left alone. A promise is a promise and that's what needs to be kept. Curling up in his sleeping bag, Sam saw the forests, saw the eyes though not treacherous. These places were watching them, guarding them. In this he felt safe. A voice on the wind made him groggy and soon he began snoring. A promise isn't meant to be broken.a promise is a prize.
Pippin:
He bit into his apple.
Merry:
Sorry, he was asleep, but thinking of the war to come. Dreaming of victory and ale.
A/N: I know they have thoughts, but I couldn't destroy their innocence by revealing deep, angsty thoughts of their's to you ;v;. I'M KEEPING THE LEGACY PIPPIN AND MERRY.if you wan tme to write one on them or Don't want me to write one on them, tell me.I'll put it on the end of the next chapter or something.
Time: Insight III: That of.er.everyone else ^^;;
A/N: don't mind my yelling please *clears throat* HOLLY YOU SPELLED MY NAME WRONG IN YOUR STORY I'M GONNA KILL YOU.*ehem* Thanks! ^_^
Aragorn:
Legolas was in fever. This made his friend worry. How could an elf stand such need for their love? Was this how his love, Arwen, felt when he was away? The elves in Mirkwood never seemed to act this rashly when away. How. Aragorn had known Legolas for his entire life. An elf of meditation and patience, this was hardly like him. Watching him speed away for the ability to touch, to feel made Aragorn wonder and need to touch, to feel. Legolas embraced her and Aragorn could hear the small sobs that escaped Rachel. She was still human inside. Did she feel like that Elven passion aswell? Desperate for him? Aragorn came to a conclusion.and it broke his heart to think that he may not have that with Arwen aswell.
Boromir:
She saved him, loved him, cared for him, brightened him. This comfort would be his for an eternity. It chilled him and warmed him to know that he was in her debt forever. She, a woman, had taken an arrow for him! This scared Boromir. He was supposed to be dead. Yes, he saw the books, he read the passage. All night, he sat awake, trembling, sitting beside Rachel's bag with the books thrown across the room. Holly was his love, his brave heart. She would always be there if, after that, she could still love such a man who was to topple over falls. He knew that she had known of his death all along. And because of this, he could die at any moment. Well, he would make every moment last. He would endure in her heart and she in his. She was his love and he her's. Nothing, not even death, could part the petals from the rose.
Gandalf:
It was peculiar, this woman. She was strong, vulnerable, weak, beastly, angry, beautiful. Yet, Legolas tamed her. Gandlaf sat smoking his pipe, wondering. Wondering of all the world. Wondering of their world. Oh, he knew it was there.he had for longer than the dawn. It was.magnificent. But to leave it! To come to this.hell. Rachel was capable of such things no human before her was capable of. Such trauma and fear lived in those eyes. Those grey eyes. The tools of sight were not meant to be the color of the storm. They brew madness, fear, and torture into one twisted concoction. But she was different. Maybe the grey was the calming of the sea or the night when it first slips into sleep. Maybe she was everything.
Frodo:
Boromir was right.such a small thing, why be afraid of it? But he knew. He knew the power of the One Ring. It dangled on his chest, contorting his heart beat to its own. It was there, feeling him, running its cold hands over his mind, trying to find an entrance. But hobbits were good at riddles, and a riddle was what kept Frodo's mind shut. There were things good and evil, but what defined good and evil? Such a thing to think of. When he found himself wishing to put the Ring on his finger, he thought of this age long question and the voice was quieted. He would find the answer soon.he would find it at the birthplace of evil and the deathplace of good.
Sam:
He was so courageous, Master Frodo was. He made others brave too. Now, Sam wasn't smart, but he knew what was wrong and what was right, and that's what kept his gardener's paws off of that Ring. He saw Frodo standing there every once in a while, staring at the sky, at the mountain and gates. It was almost time, and Sam wasn't going to let his master be left alone. A promise is a promise and that's what needs to be kept. Curling up in his sleeping bag, Sam saw the forests, saw the eyes though not treacherous. These places were watching them, guarding them. In this he felt safe. A voice on the wind made him groggy and soon he began snoring. A promise isn't meant to be broken.a promise is a prize.
Pippin:
He bit into his apple.
Merry:
Sorry, he was asleep, but thinking of the war to come. Dreaming of victory and ale.
A/N: I know they have thoughts, but I couldn't destroy their innocence by revealing deep, angsty thoughts of their's to you ;v;. I'M KEEPING THE LEGACY PIPPIN AND MERRY.if you wan tme to write one on them or Don't want me to write one on them, tell me.I'll put it on the end of the next chapter or something.