Authors: Lucy and Lakaren
Summary: Horn of Gondor
Disclaimer: No mine, no sue. Some sections are directly taken from Tolkien's work: Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter VI (6) Lothlorien and Chapter VII (7) Mirror of Galadriel
Warning: Adult Language. (* = Elvish Translation) From here on out, "Beck" will be called "Rebecca," sorry. (?)
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Mischief. . .
Aragorn soon had begun to nod off, not feeling very content with the mood in the air. Something lurked yet, but he would have to rely upon the stealth and senses of the Elves. His eyes, mind, and heart grew weary, with the death of Gandalf so near.
Grey. She blinked. Grey. Rebecca opened her eyes wide and rolled them about, not moving her head, but surveying the scene. Rae was close by, sleeping lightly and she was noticeably chilly. The tree that they slept in was covered in pale, grey leaves that trembled constantly under the cold breeze. The trunk of the tree itself, that Rebecca was facing, was dark grey and gave no reflection of light. The sky could barely be seen through the foliage, but in between shaking leaves, stars shimmered above Caras Galadhon. The scene before her was like a hazy dream, yet, cutting through the mystic effect of the Elven wood was the incessant sound of a snoring dwarf.
Luckily, these sounds awoke her mind. She clearly remembered where she was and what was soon to happen. No animal made a noise. The leaves were soundless. She heard the sounds of her companions breathing on the flet high above the earth. Gollum. They slept away while that nasty, little fiend crawled about below them.
Suddenly, as if she had been awakened by a premonition, she crawled as quietly as she could to the edge of the platform. There he was. It was just as she suspected. Haldir was climbing down the tree next to theirs. The Hobbits were alone. Squinting into the darkness, she saw a shape crawling across the flet in the next tree as well. Frodo, no doubt.
Frodo looked down with Sting in hand. He had crawled to the hole in the floor of the flet when Haldir had slipped down from the tree. They, and the other elves present knew that there were Orcs passing. A shadowy figure came in to view as Frodo looked down over the edge. He peered further and soon his eyes met a pair that were like two round mirrors. They seemed to glow like lamps, flickering when the lids blinked.
Rebecca knew that Haldir would soon return. Gollum would escape! She hated that loathsome worm. The thought of him made her gag. She would get rid of him, easily. . .
Rebecca crept back over the edge of the flet and quickly moved to Boromir. He slept soundly. Carefully, she looked over him, moving her hands along the pile of his belongings that lay next to him. There it is! The Horn of Gondor. That stupid Haldir would have to shoot Gollum now. . . She would draw attention to herself and point him out. No harm done. Now. . . what should couldn't remember was WHY he had not shot him in the book. She remembered something about mistaking him for a Hobbit. Yes, that was probably it. Oh well, whatever it was, she had to act fast. Now or never.
She hesitantly raised the rank smelling Horn to her mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHN!" A deep, bass, horn blast came from the flet and traveled through the dense air in the Goldenwood.
Elf, Hobbit, Human and Orc took notice of the sound: All understanding full well that it was a declaration of battle.
Rebecca threw the horn down to Boromir's side and ran for her bedroll.
Up the tree came Haldir, his blood nearly boiling with anger, "Because of that," he spat, looking to the sleep-eyed but highly angered Boromir, "Our position has been given to the passing Orcs." His eyes flashed with rage. "Who has done this?!"
The Fellowship glanced around, and the Hobbits in the next tree were quickly on their feet, and to their dismay, rather alone.
Rebecca winced, 'Oh yeah. . . THAT'S why he didn't shoot Gollum. . . Orcs.' Shit shit shit.
Boromir looked to Haldir, and then around at the others, "I did not make a note on this horn. It was someone else," he looked to the girls, both seemingly fearful for their lives.
"It was one of them, then?" Haldir asked, "It matters not. This deed was done. We must fight now or flee and call for aid."
Orophin climbed to the neighboring tree and steadied his bow, looking out to the band of Orcs that had taken a battle stance at the Nimrodel.
However, the Orc Captain ordered them to move on. They would slay these Elves in due time. The Horn that had been blown was not of Elvish make, anyway. They were moving from Moria to Mordor. Their task was great, and they could not risk the loss of lives to these few elves.
The Orcs remained on their path, and their pace was revived.
Wearily, the Marchwardens let down their bows. What trickery were these Orcs up to? They had heard the signal of despair, why had they not stopped to attack or prepared to defend themselves?
Boromir grasped the Horn of Gondor in his hands and held it to his chest, "This is a revered heirloom. Only the lips of a Lord of Gondor are to touch this sacred horn." "It doesn't SMELL sacred." Rebecca mumbled. ". . . and I didn't break it. . ." she grumbled, then quickly pinched her lips shut. Her eyes widened as the stare of Boromir fell on her.
"Why did you take this from me?" He demanded.
"There's a. . . thing. . . in that tree. . . I thought maybe it should be. . . shot." She pointed to the neighboring tree with a weakened arm.
"I saw this creature as well," Haldir cut in, "It is long vanished, a quick moving villain."
"Gollum," Aragorn said. "Why did you not wake Legolas or I?" he asked Rebecca.
"I thought if I woke everyone at once. . . there might be a better chance of shooting. . . it."
Boromir breathed heavily, still clutching the horn to his chest, "Do not touch this again, for, next time the punishment may be worse than harsh glances."
Gimli stood near Legolas, and bit his tongue. He found the whole situation amusing, and felt pity for the poor girl. She didn't know any better. He looked to Rae. Her eyes were scornful, but filled with fear as well. These two girls would need more protection than the Fellowship had to offer. They had a task. He would speak to Aragorn at once.
Legolas smirked, looking between Haldir and Boromir with merriment in his eyes. The Orcs were passing. No harm would come to them. He and Haldir both knew that no threat was near by. Boromir and that futile Horn. "She did not know better." Legolas spoke up. "Boromir, can you not forgive her this trespass?"
"I can. She is forgiven, but now she does know better. This must not happen again."
"We must travel swiftly this morning," Haldir began, the light of the sun glowing under the clouds in the eastern sky. "The Lady Galadriel wished to look upon this Company before the Noon hour."
He passed under the flet and moved to speak with his brother and the Hobbits.
Rebecca looked to Rae, and gave a hopeful smile.
"Why did you do that!?" Rae whispered, as the Fellowship began to gather their things.
"I don't know! I just woke up and did it! Sue me!"
"Jesus, you scared the crap outta me. And now." she gestured down below the flet, "Ha-a-a-a-aldir is pissed at you," she snickered.
"He is not."
"Yes he is. He was beet red."
"He was blushing in my presence."
"Screw that."
"Screw you!"
Rae reached out and struck Rebecca on the arm, and the dark haired girl retaliated, punching Rae in the side.
Legolas moved quickly between the two, "I suggest you pack your things for travel and cease this trivial bickering."
Rae blushed and lowered her arms that had been prepared to fight.
Rebecca grinned widely behind the Elf at Rae and after he had moved to return to his own things she began to snicker.
"Shit head." Rae muttered.
Summary: Horn of Gondor
Disclaimer: No mine, no sue. Some sections are directly taken from Tolkien's work: Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter VI (6) Lothlorien and Chapter VII (7) Mirror of Galadriel
Warning: Adult Language. (* = Elvish Translation) From here on out, "Beck" will be called "Rebecca," sorry. (?)
Please give us reviews!
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Mischief. . .
Aragorn soon had begun to nod off, not feeling very content with the mood in the air. Something lurked yet, but he would have to rely upon the stealth and senses of the Elves. His eyes, mind, and heart grew weary, with the death of Gandalf so near.
Grey. She blinked. Grey. Rebecca opened her eyes wide and rolled them about, not moving her head, but surveying the scene. Rae was close by, sleeping lightly and she was noticeably chilly. The tree that they slept in was covered in pale, grey leaves that trembled constantly under the cold breeze. The trunk of the tree itself, that Rebecca was facing, was dark grey and gave no reflection of light. The sky could barely be seen through the foliage, but in between shaking leaves, stars shimmered above Caras Galadhon. The scene before her was like a hazy dream, yet, cutting through the mystic effect of the Elven wood was the incessant sound of a snoring dwarf.
Luckily, these sounds awoke her mind. She clearly remembered where she was and what was soon to happen. No animal made a noise. The leaves were soundless. She heard the sounds of her companions breathing on the flet high above the earth. Gollum. They slept away while that nasty, little fiend crawled about below them.
Suddenly, as if she had been awakened by a premonition, she crawled as quietly as she could to the edge of the platform. There he was. It was just as she suspected. Haldir was climbing down the tree next to theirs. The Hobbits were alone. Squinting into the darkness, she saw a shape crawling across the flet in the next tree as well. Frodo, no doubt.
Frodo looked down with Sting in hand. He had crawled to the hole in the floor of the flet when Haldir had slipped down from the tree. They, and the other elves present knew that there were Orcs passing. A shadowy figure came in to view as Frodo looked down over the edge. He peered further and soon his eyes met a pair that were like two round mirrors. They seemed to glow like lamps, flickering when the lids blinked.
Rebecca knew that Haldir would soon return. Gollum would escape! She hated that loathsome worm. The thought of him made her gag. She would get rid of him, easily. . .
Rebecca crept back over the edge of the flet and quickly moved to Boromir. He slept soundly. Carefully, she looked over him, moving her hands along the pile of his belongings that lay next to him. There it is! The Horn of Gondor. That stupid Haldir would have to shoot Gollum now. . . She would draw attention to herself and point him out. No harm done. Now. . . what should couldn't remember was WHY he had not shot him in the book. She remembered something about mistaking him for a Hobbit. Yes, that was probably it. Oh well, whatever it was, she had to act fast. Now or never.
She hesitantly raised the rank smelling Horn to her mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGHN!" A deep, bass, horn blast came from the flet and traveled through the dense air in the Goldenwood.
Elf, Hobbit, Human and Orc took notice of the sound: All understanding full well that it was a declaration of battle.
Rebecca threw the horn down to Boromir's side and ran for her bedroll.
Up the tree came Haldir, his blood nearly boiling with anger, "Because of that," he spat, looking to the sleep-eyed but highly angered Boromir, "Our position has been given to the passing Orcs." His eyes flashed with rage. "Who has done this?!"
The Fellowship glanced around, and the Hobbits in the next tree were quickly on their feet, and to their dismay, rather alone.
Rebecca winced, 'Oh yeah. . . THAT'S why he didn't shoot Gollum. . . Orcs.' Shit shit shit.
Boromir looked to Haldir, and then around at the others, "I did not make a note on this horn. It was someone else," he looked to the girls, both seemingly fearful for their lives.
"It was one of them, then?" Haldir asked, "It matters not. This deed was done. We must fight now or flee and call for aid."
Orophin climbed to the neighboring tree and steadied his bow, looking out to the band of Orcs that had taken a battle stance at the Nimrodel.
However, the Orc Captain ordered them to move on. They would slay these Elves in due time. The Horn that had been blown was not of Elvish make, anyway. They were moving from Moria to Mordor. Their task was great, and they could not risk the loss of lives to these few elves.
The Orcs remained on their path, and their pace was revived.
Wearily, the Marchwardens let down their bows. What trickery were these Orcs up to? They had heard the signal of despair, why had they not stopped to attack or prepared to defend themselves?
Boromir grasped the Horn of Gondor in his hands and held it to his chest, "This is a revered heirloom. Only the lips of a Lord of Gondor are to touch this sacred horn." "It doesn't SMELL sacred." Rebecca mumbled. ". . . and I didn't break it. . ." she grumbled, then quickly pinched her lips shut. Her eyes widened as the stare of Boromir fell on her.
"Why did you take this from me?" He demanded.
"There's a. . . thing. . . in that tree. . . I thought maybe it should be. . . shot." She pointed to the neighboring tree with a weakened arm.
"I saw this creature as well," Haldir cut in, "It is long vanished, a quick moving villain."
"Gollum," Aragorn said. "Why did you not wake Legolas or I?" he asked Rebecca.
"I thought if I woke everyone at once. . . there might be a better chance of shooting. . . it."
Boromir breathed heavily, still clutching the horn to his chest, "Do not touch this again, for, next time the punishment may be worse than harsh glances."
Gimli stood near Legolas, and bit his tongue. He found the whole situation amusing, and felt pity for the poor girl. She didn't know any better. He looked to Rae. Her eyes were scornful, but filled with fear as well. These two girls would need more protection than the Fellowship had to offer. They had a task. He would speak to Aragorn at once.
Legolas smirked, looking between Haldir and Boromir with merriment in his eyes. The Orcs were passing. No harm would come to them. He and Haldir both knew that no threat was near by. Boromir and that futile Horn. "She did not know better." Legolas spoke up. "Boromir, can you not forgive her this trespass?"
"I can. She is forgiven, but now she does know better. This must not happen again."
"We must travel swiftly this morning," Haldir began, the light of the sun glowing under the clouds in the eastern sky. "The Lady Galadriel wished to look upon this Company before the Noon hour."
He passed under the flet and moved to speak with his brother and the Hobbits.
Rebecca looked to Rae, and gave a hopeful smile.
"Why did you do that!?" Rae whispered, as the Fellowship began to gather their things.
"I don't know! I just woke up and did it! Sue me!"
"Jesus, you scared the crap outta me. And now." she gestured down below the flet, "Ha-a-a-a-aldir is pissed at you," she snickered.
"He is not."
"Yes he is. He was beet red."
"He was blushing in my presence."
"Screw that."
"Screw you!"
Rae reached out and struck Rebecca on the arm, and the dark haired girl retaliated, punching Rae in the side.
Legolas moved quickly between the two, "I suggest you pack your things for travel and cease this trivial bickering."
Rae blushed and lowered her arms that had been prepared to fight.
Rebecca grinned widely behind the Elf at Rae and after he had moved to return to his own things she began to snicker.
"Shit head." Rae muttered.
