Hey, this is just something I came up with when I was reading the books. Yes, Books. You know, it's not just movies, its based on books. And quite good ones, if you're ever bothered to read them. Anyway, if you have read this far then if you haven't read the books, this mightn't make any sense to you.
FYI, anything in brackets (…) unless it says A/N, is not an author's note, with the exception of it being in the A/N section, at the beginning and end. And the ones in […] is translation.
I own none of the people/places/things you recognise for Lord of the Rings. That is all property of Tolkien estate. And as we all know, Usagi/Serenity/Whoever belongs to the owner of Sailor moon.
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I knew that my Aunt and Uncle would kill me later, but that was beside the point. I was finally out of the city borders, but not out of the wood itself. Haldir and his brothers had found me before I got too far, much to my disgust.
I was the one to hear the travellers at first, but they didn't believe me. Whoever the band of travellers were, it was obvious they didn't know we were watching them, not even the elf, or he wouldn't have sung near the Nimrodel.
"Daro!" One of the others called. I didn't know whom because of their hoods.
"Stand still!" The elf of the party translated for the rest of them. "Do not move or speak!"
I couldn't help but laugh softly. One of the others glared at me, then I stopped and blushed. One of them started to ask them questions, but I didn't bother to listen, I had found something much more interesting.
One of the halflings was carrying one of the most desired things. A ring of power, but not one of the ones the elves had, it was the One Ring.
"Ring bearer," I whispered.
"Who are they, and what do they say?" One of the halflings asked.
"They're elves," Said another. "Can't you hear their voices?"
"Yes they are elves" The elf told them; "and they say that you breathe so loud they could have shot you in the dark." Now I knew who had spoken. Haldir would definitely do something like that. But he would have gotten it off me. "But they say that you have no need to fear. They have been aware of us for a long while. They heard my voice across the Nimrodel, over one of theirs, and knew I was one of their Northern kindred, and therefore they did not hinder our crossing; and after they heard my song." Then he continued to tell them of us.
"You stole that off me!" I hissed at Haldir. "I came up with the 'breathing-so-loud-I-could-have-shot-you-in-the-dark'! Not you!"
He merely smiled in reply.
"You haven't heard the last of this!" I warned. Then I let down the ladder. One of silver-grey that glimmered in the dark and made from rope. The elf was up first, and then was followed by the ring-bearing halfling and after he the one who recognised us for who we were, trying to hold the sound of his breathing down to a minimum. I laughed to myself quietly. The elf sat down with us.
When the ring-bearing hobbit entered, we stood up. One of the others looked at me.
'Can't you see in the dark?' I thought to myself. I uncovered a small silver lamp that let out a light silver beam and held it up and looked at each of the halflings faces.
"Creoso!" I said to them. [Welcome]
"Welcome!" Haldir said in the common language, speaking slowly. "We seldom use any tongue but our own; for we dwell now in the heart of the forest, and do not willingly have dealings with any other folk. Even now our own kindred in the North are sundered from us. But there are some of us still who go abroad for the gathering of news and the watching of our enemies, and they all speak the language of other lands. I am one. Haldir is my name. My brothers, Rúmil and Orophin, speak little of our tongue.
"And what of the other?" The elf asked, stopping Haldir before he could go on any further.
"I," I began speaking for myself so Haldir didn't go on about my parentage (though it was doubtful he would); "speak many languages. My name is Ithil, and I am no sister of Haldir, thank Iluvitar. I'm not even meant to be here."
Then Haldir continued to stop any questions being asked. "We heard rumours of your coming, for the messengers of Elrond passed by Lórien on their way up the Dimrill stair. We had not heard of – hobbits, or halflings, for many a long year and did not know that any dwelt in Middle-Earth. You do not look evil! And since you come with an elf of our kindred, we are willing to befriend you, as Elrond asked; though it is not our custom to lead strangers through our land. But you must stay here tonight. How many are you?"
"Eight," said the elf. "Myself, four hobbits; two men, one of whom, Aragorn, is an elf friend of the folk of the Westernesse."
"The name of Aragorn son of Arathorn is known in Lórien," Haldir continued," and he has the favour of the Lady. All then is well."
"But that is only seven," I interrupted, enjoying picking on Haldir's miscalculation. "You said there was eight."
"The eighth is a dwarf," The elf replied.
"A dwarf!" said Haldir. "That is not well. We have not had dealings with the Dwarves since the Dark Days. They are not permitted in our land. I cannot allow him to pass."
"But he is from the Lonely Mountain, one of Dáin's trusty people, and friend to Elrond," the hobbit said. "Elrond himself chose him to be one of our companions and he has been brave and faithful."
The others talked in soft voices and questioned the elf in our own tongue. Things along the lines of "Is what the halfling says true?" or "Is he telling the truth? Is the dwarf really to be trusted?"
Finally, Haldir spoke. "Very good. We will do this, though it is against our liking. If Aragorn and Legolas will guard him, and answer for him, he shall pass; but he must go blindfolded through Lothlórien.
"But now we must debate no longer. Your folk must not remain on the ground. We have been keeping watch on the rivers, ever since we saw a great troop of Orcs going north towards Moria, along the skirts of the mountains, many days ago. Wolves are howling on the wood's borders. If you have indeed come from Moria, the peril cannot be far behind. Tomorrow you must carry on.
"The four hobbits shall climb up here and stay with us – we do not fear them! There is another talan in the next tree. There the others must take refuge. You, Legolas, must answer to us for them. Call us, if anything is amiss! And have an eye on that dwarf!"
Then the elf left and delivered Haldir's message. Before long the other two halflings were there too. They were tired and seemed quite scared
"There!" One of them said, panting. "We have lugged up your blankets, as well as our own. Strider has hidden all the rest of our baggage in a deep drift of leaves."
I laughed, and Haldir glared at me. "You had no need of your burdens," He said. "It is cold in the tree tops in winter, though the wind tonight is in the South; but we have food and drink that will drive away the night-chill, and we have skins and cloaks to spare."
The halflings seemed to enjoy the food a lot, and the way they ate it looked as though they hadn't been fed for ages. But after they ate, the wrapped themselves in the cloaks and skins we gave them, and there own blankets. But none of them actually got to sleep for a while and the seemed to be afraid of falling off the edge, and afraid of being so high in the tree. Then finally, the all fell asleep.
"Your lucky we are going back to the city soon, or you might have had to stay with us for a while." Haldir said.
"Lucky! That's a good one. Do you think I want to go back, or do you think I wanted to stay here?" I hissed back at him.
"It doesn't matter what you want, your going back anyway, for your own safety!"
"No, I do not want to. I'll run away again, unfortunately for me this time you found me."
"Unfortunately? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is now?"
"No, and I don't care. You are not my father, and the Lady isn't my mother. My parents are dead. They were the only ones who understood me, and now there gone no-one else will!" I shouted (lucky not to wake the hobbits) at him, before jumped down, lucky not to cause any fatal injuries.
I was glad that Rúmil (for he was the one on guard) did not hear me. I ran away from the talan, hoping that it was also away from the city, not towards it. I had been running for a while, but then I heard something that made me change my hopes.
Orcs.
I turned back and ran to the talan, wondering if the others had heard it. Not knowing if they had I screamed at them to make sure
"Yrch!" I cried. That caught Rúmil's attention, and he told the others. Before long, the three of them were down on the ground, ready for the upcoming battle.
"Go in the talan and stay up there, no matter what." Haldir commanded me. I didn't bother to debate, for I knew of the upcoming danger, and how dangerous it would be.
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