Hi everyone! Writers-block is evil, just thought you all should know. . .
Yeah yeah, ok . . . so what if (in the Chapter 8) it should have been 'the sun was red' instead of 'the sky was red'? You all understood what I meant thought. . . and (because I'm *sure* you're all worried about me now) I felt much better once my muses gave me a severe lecture on checking facts and being accurate with Tolkien and everything. . . (I guess that lecture took everything out of 'em and that's why I've been out of ideas???)
{ . . .} : translation
= . . . =: song
(* . . . *): me
(. . .) : not me
[. . .] : Elvish
ALL CAP. WORDS : italics (/emphasis)
~*. . .*~ : time change
Disclaimer: See previous chapters if you haven't already figured it out. . .
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Chapter 9: How Deep May It Run
(*This is the same day as Ch. 8 left off with*)Rinathen and Owacyn were riding at the head of the troops. They had made good time, they were already had traveled a good ways towards Minas Morgol. They were planning on taking the journey at a slow, leisurely pace.
That first night was difficult for Rinathen and Owacyn, but in the end they had been able to devise an excuse for Owacyn to enter Rinathen's tent (that they had more plans to make) but then they had to convince Gimli that the plans to be discussed did not involve him. He had been very adamant that he join them however, but finally they were able to get some more time alone afterwards.
Owacyn busied himself with clearing the several meaningless papers of 'plans' that they had laid out. Rinathen simply sat on the floor of the tent and watched him. When he finally realized how intently she was watching him. He stopped and sat in front of her and raised his eyebrows. She laughed lightly and pulled out his hidden bed-roll from behind a pile of blankets in the corner. She moved to lay it out, purposely pressing herself against him. He laughed himself and softly pushed her down onto the now prepared bedroll. He propped himself over her on his hands.
"Perhaps I should leave then. . ." and he gently placed his lips over hers.
"Why?" she asked after several minutes of intense kissing. Owacyn looked into her eyes; deep sincerity and love was all that shown through them. He moved into kiss her again and they gave themselves to the kiss and the night.
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The following nights were similar. Rinathen suspected that Gimli thought something was different, but she wasn't too worried, until the sixth day of their journey. Mercad suddenly appeared with a fairly large amount of Rinathen's army behind him. That night Mercad joined Gimli, Owacyn, and Rinathen. Their plan of launching an attack on Mordor was explained to him and he seemed to agree with most of it, although Mercad noticed the meaningful looks that passed between Owacyn and Rinathen. After it had all been explained and decided, Mercad and Gimli left. Again, Owacyn remained behind.
Owacyn leaned against the pile of blankets and watched Rinathen clear away the mess left form the meeting. Rinathen finished and curled up next to him, trying to draw him from his thoughts. It was not until that she raised herself above him and kissed him that he finally acknowledged her presence beside him. She pulled away and leaned against his chest. Owacyn began stroking her shoulder lovingly. Rinathen sighed contentedly, "I love you Owacyn."
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Legolas suddenly threw himself to the wall convulsively. His body screamed in pain- Globukh, as well as some other orcs, had definitely had their 'fun' with him and had tortured him maliciously- but it was noting like what he felt internally. Over the past week (not that he knew it had been a week, he had lost all thought of time) he had felt these ripping pains tearing him apart from the inside, especially at nights (not that he knew night from day either). Those pains however, were nothing like what he felt that moment. He cried out in agony, not knowing what foul venom plagued him. He could not remember any poison the orcs had given him, but all the beatings ran together now, his memory was muddled with vague bits of Globukh striking him with an assortment of weapons and memories and dreams of Rinathen. Legolas somehow knew though, it was not anything the orcs had done to him. It was something else . . . something deeper. If Legolas had been in the right state of mind to describe the searing pain, he would have said he felt- betrayed, in the most evil and despicable way possible; more malevolent and conniving than could be conjured by even the evilest of beings of Middle-earth combined.
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This sudden statement surprised Owacyn. He sat up, making Rinathen pull away from him and sit up also. He looked at her and knew that it was true; he just knew it. "And I love you," he said, settling himself back on the blankets, pulling Rinathen close to him and enveloping her in an long, passionate kiss.
Owacyn pulled away from the kiss and leaned back, closing his eyes. Rinathen kissed him lightly, "Something troubles you. What is it my love?"
"I . . . I feel that Febrindil is right . . . we should join him Ri . . . for our sake; for the sake of our people."
Rinathen looked into his deep, dark eyes and saw the truth in his words. She smiled, "Of course! Cynny . . . I know! It isn't a 'should' we MUST. Kianorla cannot stand against Mordor a second time, I have a feeling that Febrindil will be victorious this time. . . it can only benefit us if we join him in forces."
Owacyn smiled, he would not have to hurt her in order persuade her to join his friend and ally.
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Sorry for the somewhat short chappie! I had to do it! If I hadn't then you would have been left with probably ANOTHER week (or two) of waiting for the chapter and I feel guilty enough for making you wait. . . but be forewarned. . . this may become the regular schedule: every other week (or as often as I can) on Tuesdays or Saturdays (more likely Saturdays).
Thanks to all my reviewers:
Cutie: ^.^ yeah . . . w/e yourself. But don't I just feel so loved the way you put the reason for why you're reviewing? And I already gave you some brownies . . . so I hope you're happy there. ; ~P *personal note response {I am already back . . . or else you wouldn't have gotten this update. And I won't comment on " SCREW SKOOL". . . but FYI, if we didn't have school I wouldn't be able to show you all my BEAUTIFUL pics that I printed off of the beautifully hot Orli! ^.^
RougeElf: ^.^ glad to hear that this fic has gotten a high ranking . . . but I'm not making ANY promises! Remember that. . . Thank you for the review!
original-creativity: Really? Well then. . . I hope this chapter didn't make you so sick that you stop reading my fic! And yes, she does have a good reason **evil grin** remember what she said? ("I love you Owacyn") but don't give up on her or the fic just yet. . . I'm getting' somewhere. (and I'm sorry to tell you this but all the pouting in the world couldn't get you ANYWHERE with me! )
L.A.Dodgers: Thanks! I'm glad you love it! But as I've said, time and time again, I'm not making any promises. I'm glad that you think it's awesome too!
Yeah yeah, ok . . . so what if (in the Chapter 8) it should have been 'the sun was red' instead of 'the sky was red'? You all understood what I meant thought. . . and (because I'm *sure* you're all worried about me now) I felt much better once my muses gave me a severe lecture on checking facts and being accurate with Tolkien and everything. . . (I guess that lecture took everything out of 'em and that's why I've been out of ideas???)
{ . . .} : translation
= . . . =: song
(* . . . *): me
(. . .) : not me
[. . .] : Elvish
ALL CAP. WORDS : italics (/emphasis)
~*. . .*~ : time change
Disclaimer: See previous chapters if you haven't already figured it out. . .
~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~
Chapter 9: How Deep May It Run
(*This is the same day as Ch. 8 left off with*)Rinathen and Owacyn were riding at the head of the troops. They had made good time, they were already had traveled a good ways towards Minas Morgol. They were planning on taking the journey at a slow, leisurely pace.
That first night was difficult for Rinathen and Owacyn, but in the end they had been able to devise an excuse for Owacyn to enter Rinathen's tent (that they had more plans to make) but then they had to convince Gimli that the plans to be discussed did not involve him. He had been very adamant that he join them however, but finally they were able to get some more time alone afterwards.
Owacyn busied himself with clearing the several meaningless papers of 'plans' that they had laid out. Rinathen simply sat on the floor of the tent and watched him. When he finally realized how intently she was watching him. He stopped and sat in front of her and raised his eyebrows. She laughed lightly and pulled out his hidden bed-roll from behind a pile of blankets in the corner. She moved to lay it out, purposely pressing herself against him. He laughed himself and softly pushed her down onto the now prepared bedroll. He propped himself over her on his hands.
"Perhaps I should leave then. . ." and he gently placed his lips over hers.
"Why?" she asked after several minutes of intense kissing. Owacyn looked into her eyes; deep sincerity and love was all that shown through them. He moved into kiss her again and they gave themselves to the kiss and the night.
~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~
The following nights were similar. Rinathen suspected that Gimli thought something was different, but she wasn't too worried, until the sixth day of their journey. Mercad suddenly appeared with a fairly large amount of Rinathen's army behind him. That night Mercad joined Gimli, Owacyn, and Rinathen. Their plan of launching an attack on Mordor was explained to him and he seemed to agree with most of it, although Mercad noticed the meaningful looks that passed between Owacyn and Rinathen. After it had all been explained and decided, Mercad and Gimli left. Again, Owacyn remained behind.
Owacyn leaned against the pile of blankets and watched Rinathen clear away the mess left form the meeting. Rinathen finished and curled up next to him, trying to draw him from his thoughts. It was not until that she raised herself above him and kissed him that he finally acknowledged her presence beside him. She pulled away and leaned against his chest. Owacyn began stroking her shoulder lovingly. Rinathen sighed contentedly, "I love you Owacyn."
~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~
Legolas suddenly threw himself to the wall convulsively. His body screamed in pain- Globukh, as well as some other orcs, had definitely had their 'fun' with him and had tortured him maliciously- but it was noting like what he felt internally. Over the past week (not that he knew it had been a week, he had lost all thought of time) he had felt these ripping pains tearing him apart from the inside, especially at nights (not that he knew night from day either). Those pains however, were nothing like what he felt that moment. He cried out in agony, not knowing what foul venom plagued him. He could not remember any poison the orcs had given him, but all the beatings ran together now, his memory was muddled with vague bits of Globukh striking him with an assortment of weapons and memories and dreams of Rinathen. Legolas somehow knew though, it was not anything the orcs had done to him. It was something else . . . something deeper. If Legolas had been in the right state of mind to describe the searing pain, he would have said he felt- betrayed, in the most evil and despicable way possible; more malevolent and conniving than could be conjured by even the evilest of beings of Middle-earth combined.
~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~ ^ ~
This sudden statement surprised Owacyn. He sat up, making Rinathen pull away from him and sit up also. He looked at her and knew that it was true; he just knew it. "And I love you," he said, settling himself back on the blankets, pulling Rinathen close to him and enveloping her in an long, passionate kiss.
Owacyn pulled away from the kiss and leaned back, closing his eyes. Rinathen kissed him lightly, "Something troubles you. What is it my love?"
"I . . . I feel that Febrindil is right . . . we should join him Ri . . . for our sake; for the sake of our people."
Rinathen looked into his deep, dark eyes and saw the truth in his words. She smiled, "Of course! Cynny . . . I know! It isn't a 'should' we MUST. Kianorla cannot stand against Mordor a second time, I have a feeling that Febrindil will be victorious this time. . . it can only benefit us if we join him in forces."
Owacyn smiled, he would not have to hurt her in order persuade her to join his friend and ally.
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Sorry for the somewhat short chappie! I had to do it! If I hadn't then you would have been left with probably ANOTHER week (or two) of waiting for the chapter and I feel guilty enough for making you wait. . . but be forewarned. . . this may become the regular schedule: every other week (or as often as I can) on Tuesdays or Saturdays (more likely Saturdays).
Thanks to all my reviewers:
Cutie: ^.^ yeah . . . w/e yourself. But don't I just feel so loved the way you put the reason for why you're reviewing? And I already gave you some brownies . . . so I hope you're happy there. ; ~P *personal note response {I am already back . . . or else you wouldn't have gotten this update. And I won't comment on " SCREW SKOOL". . . but FYI, if we didn't have school I wouldn't be able to show you all my BEAUTIFUL pics that I printed off of the beautifully hot Orli! ^.^
RougeElf: ^.^ glad to hear that this fic has gotten a high ranking . . . but I'm not making ANY promises! Remember that. . . Thank you for the review!
original-creativity: Really? Well then. . . I hope this chapter didn't make you so sick that you stop reading my fic! And yes, she does have a good reason **evil grin** remember what she said? ("I love you Owacyn") but don't give up on her or the fic just yet. . . I'm getting' somewhere. (and I'm sorry to tell you this but all the pouting in the world couldn't get you ANYWHERE with me! )
L.A.Dodgers: Thanks! I'm glad you love it! But as I've said, time and time again, I'm not making any promises. I'm glad that you think it's awesome too!
