A/N THIS IS BASED ON THE MOVIES. I have no knowledge from Tolkien's books
(yet) so this is pure based on the movies. My Quenya (elfish language) is
NOT perfect, I am very bad at it. I am also Dutch, so my English isn't
perfect either. I am sorry for mistaking names, for I always need to
translate the Dutch information into English.
Nevertheless, enjoy and Review! - Nanja
Chapter One: INCOHO
The sun rose and shone it's brilliant illuminating light over the hilltops of Middle-earth, chasing away the creatures of the night and calling out to those of the day. Located close to the once so feared Mordor, was located Minas Tirith, the Tower of the Guard, the principal city of Gondor.
It was a joyful day in the city of Minas Tirith, for the king of Gondor, Aragorn, and the daughter of Elrond, Arwen Evenstar, would be marrying this evening. All preparations had been made for the arrival of the guests...
On the special guestlist, two names in particular were encircled with a blue line: Gimli and Legolas. These two brave men, a Dwarf and an Elf, had stood beside king Aragorn in the fierce battle against Sauron, now exactly 3 years ago.
Thus, the guests arrived at the rising of the sun, ships anchored at the harbor, horses found their way into the royal corrals and even some came as pedestrian.
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"My lord, we have decorated the Entrance Hall and were wondering wheter you would want to change anything about it ... " came the voice of Fidelis, one of the servants and best friends of Aragorn. He was a small man, not bigger than your usual Hobbit. His hair, however, looked like Elf's hair: long and blond, almost touching the marble stone floor.
"Fidelis, for such question you should not seek the answer with me ... I'm sure Arwen would like to take a look at it," answered Aragorn, nodding in the direction of a door, that lead to Arwen's private quarters.
Fidelis hurried off towards it and Aragorn made his way down the stairs, heading for the entrance of the citadel, where the guests were gathering. His eyes searched for the two faces he would love to see most: the faces of Gimli and Legolas. He greeted to the left and to his right, barely looking at who he was welcoming. He then saw a group of Dwarfs, and unmistakebly, Gimli was one of them.
"Aragorn! Aragorn, my old friend!" Gilmi pushed aside the few Dwarfs that were standing between him and his friend. "How good to see you!"
"Gimli, I'm glad you've made it, I'm glad to see you are in fine shape and still standing on both legs," Aragorn welcomed his friend warmly, embracing him like a brother.
"Is he here yet? Has that Elf made it to here?" Gimli asked, after Aragorn drew back from the embrace.
"Why should you ask? Is there perhaps an obstacle or reason why he shouldn't?" asked Aragorn, slightly concerned.
Gimli looked around one last time before answering: "It is just,... it is just that we, that is me and my fellow Dwarfs, have been informed of a troop of Wargs, just near Rohan. We have avoided the place, but we have heard of one group being attacked... "
Aragorn's face turned pale and stirred. "Tell me, this group, this group that has been attacked, was he traveling with it?" he demanded, now grasping Gimli's right shoulder with a firm grip.
"I'm afraid I have no answer to that, Aragorn. I am just as concerned as you are. We can do nothing but wait ... " Gimli replied, casting his eyes downwards.
Aragorn released Gimli from his grip and looked over the heads of the many guests. He had to be here. He had to make it. He hadn't been attacked. Aragorn turned to Gimli once more: "Where was he traveling from?"
Gimli screwed up his face, apparantly deep in thought. "Rivendell. He was located at Rivendell the last time I heard from him," he answered, now frowning slightly "I've never trusted the lot he was with last time, two Elves and a Centaur, I believe the Centaur's from Lorien, as well as the Elves of course. I've always kept my father's word 'Gimli, never trust anything that has four legs and owns a human's face!' but I'm afraid it may be too late already ... "
Aragorn turned around and exited the hall as fast as he could, his walking turning into running. He was heading for the White Tower of Ecthelion, the highest point in Gondor. From there, he would be able to look over the far hills of Middle-earth.
But before Aragorn had reached the white marble staircase that lead to the tower, he walked into a Centaur, who was carrying, no doubt, the body of an Elf. And Elf he would've recognized from all other Elves: the Centaur was carrying the body of Legolas.
Nevertheless, enjoy and Review! - Nanja
Chapter One: INCOHO
The sun rose and shone it's brilliant illuminating light over the hilltops of Middle-earth, chasing away the creatures of the night and calling out to those of the day. Located close to the once so feared Mordor, was located Minas Tirith, the Tower of the Guard, the principal city of Gondor.
It was a joyful day in the city of Minas Tirith, for the king of Gondor, Aragorn, and the daughter of Elrond, Arwen Evenstar, would be marrying this evening. All preparations had been made for the arrival of the guests...
On the special guestlist, two names in particular were encircled with a blue line: Gimli and Legolas. These two brave men, a Dwarf and an Elf, had stood beside king Aragorn in the fierce battle against Sauron, now exactly 3 years ago.
Thus, the guests arrived at the rising of the sun, ships anchored at the harbor, horses found their way into the royal corrals and even some came as pedestrian.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"My lord, we have decorated the Entrance Hall and were wondering wheter you would want to change anything about it ... " came the voice of Fidelis, one of the servants and best friends of Aragorn. He was a small man, not bigger than your usual Hobbit. His hair, however, looked like Elf's hair: long and blond, almost touching the marble stone floor.
"Fidelis, for such question you should not seek the answer with me ... I'm sure Arwen would like to take a look at it," answered Aragorn, nodding in the direction of a door, that lead to Arwen's private quarters.
Fidelis hurried off towards it and Aragorn made his way down the stairs, heading for the entrance of the citadel, where the guests were gathering. His eyes searched for the two faces he would love to see most: the faces of Gimli and Legolas. He greeted to the left and to his right, barely looking at who he was welcoming. He then saw a group of Dwarfs, and unmistakebly, Gimli was one of them.
"Aragorn! Aragorn, my old friend!" Gilmi pushed aside the few Dwarfs that were standing between him and his friend. "How good to see you!"
"Gimli, I'm glad you've made it, I'm glad to see you are in fine shape and still standing on both legs," Aragorn welcomed his friend warmly, embracing him like a brother.
"Is he here yet? Has that Elf made it to here?" Gimli asked, after Aragorn drew back from the embrace.
"Why should you ask? Is there perhaps an obstacle or reason why he shouldn't?" asked Aragorn, slightly concerned.
Gimli looked around one last time before answering: "It is just,... it is just that we, that is me and my fellow Dwarfs, have been informed of a troop of Wargs, just near Rohan. We have avoided the place, but we have heard of one group being attacked... "
Aragorn's face turned pale and stirred. "Tell me, this group, this group that has been attacked, was he traveling with it?" he demanded, now grasping Gimli's right shoulder with a firm grip.
"I'm afraid I have no answer to that, Aragorn. I am just as concerned as you are. We can do nothing but wait ... " Gimli replied, casting his eyes downwards.
Aragorn released Gimli from his grip and looked over the heads of the many guests. He had to be here. He had to make it. He hadn't been attacked. Aragorn turned to Gimli once more: "Where was he traveling from?"
Gimli screwed up his face, apparantly deep in thought. "Rivendell. He was located at Rivendell the last time I heard from him," he answered, now frowning slightly "I've never trusted the lot he was with last time, two Elves and a Centaur, I believe the Centaur's from Lorien, as well as the Elves of course. I've always kept my father's word 'Gimli, never trust anything that has four legs and owns a human's face!' but I'm afraid it may be too late already ... "
Aragorn turned around and exited the hall as fast as he could, his walking turning into running. He was heading for the White Tower of Ecthelion, the highest point in Gondor. From there, he would be able to look over the far hills of Middle-earth.
But before Aragorn had reached the white marble staircase that lead to the tower, he walked into a Centaur, who was carrying, no doubt, the body of an Elf. And Elf he would've recognized from all other Elves: the Centaur was carrying the body of Legolas.