Disclaimer:
PHE: I own absolutely everything in the world that is somehow connected to Lord of the Rings.
Jack (Sparrow): *PHEW* Thankgoodness you've stopped ownin' meh, luv.
PHE: Nuh-uh-uh! I own you, too.
Jack: How's that?
PHE: Will.
Will: What did I do.
PHE: I own you and Jack.
Will: How?
PHE: You're played by Orlando.
Will and Jack: And?
PHE: Orlando plays Legolas.
Will: Oh.
Jack: I still dun know how you own meh.
PHE: *sighs* You know Will. Will is played by Orlando Bloom. Orlando Bloom also plays Legolas Greenleaf. Legolas Greenleaf is a character in Lord of the Rings. Therefore, you are somehow connected to Lord of the Rings, and so I own you.
Jack: ...
Lawyer: Ahem.
PHE: Erm.... Nevermind! I don't own anything, except for Tir, Dawn, and any other characters that you don't know and/or recognize.
Lawyer: Good Girl.
At the End of All Things
By: Pippin the Hobbit-Elf
A/N: Mary-Sue haters beware!!!
Chapter One-
The Meeting
Tirinin Elen ran lightly out of the classroom, Her flute case banging happily on her side, book bag dangling off one shoulder, hoping she didn't miss the bus. "At least if I miss the bus, I can always walk home with Dawn." she said to her self. When she got outside, she found out that she had indeed missed the bus, and so she went looking for her friend. She headed toward the schools library, where Dawn usually went when she had free-time. "If I have free time," Tirinin Elen had told her friend "then I would be at home watching or reading Lord of the Rings." "I know you would, Tir. If you were allowed, that would be all you would do." Dawn would reply. Then the two friends would laugh until there were tears running down their cheeks.
Tir hurried over to the library, running fast and lightly, not tiring. But she saw her friend running just as she turned a corner. "Dawn!" she cried out. "Hi!" she yelled back. They both stopped running, and walked up to each other. "What...is...the...problem?" asked Dawn, apparently out of breath. "I missed the bus, so I figured that you would like me to walk you home, since I must go that way." replied Tir. "What were you running for, anyway?" Tir asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "This." answered Dawn, as she held out her fist. "What?" Tir asked, seeing no bruise or cut. She opened her hand. "An old gut, with a long gray beard, and a tall pointy hat gave it to me. He said to me: 'Dawn, you need to give this to Tirinin Elen.' so I took the ring, and the he said: 'It is very important that she gets this, Dawn' he said as I hurried off. I turned around to face him, but then he was gone." She snatched the ring off of her palm.
"It's so beautiful." Tir said slowly. "It looks like the One Ring." Dawn rolled her eyes. "Is that all you ever think about?" asked Dawn, annoyed. "No!' replied Tir defensively. "And yet...yes. My preciousss." Tir said, trying to freak her friend out. "Stop that!" said Dawn, slightly scared. "That is creepy! If it was the One Ring, then I would hope that it wouldn't poison you like it did to Gollum. But it is just a ring, and from someone who wanted you to have it." Tir looked at her. "Mae govannen." she replied with a broad smile on her face. Dawn looked at her, slightly angry. "Stop talking in Elvish! I can't understand you, and besides, it is a fake language!" Dawn turned around, and started heading home. "Aiya?" Tir asked, for she knew that Dawn knew what that meant. "'Oh' what?" asked Dawn, temper rising. Tir put the ring in her pocket, and ran to catch up with Dawn. "Lle holma va' edan" Tir replied slowly and loudly. Dawn threw her hands up in disgust "Of course I smell like a human!! I am a human, elf!" Tir quickly flattened her long golden hair so it covered her ears.
"Just because they are pointy, doesn't give you permission to tease me." said Tir, her temper rising as well. "But you are an elf." said Dawn as she defended her self. Tir rolled her eyes and growled. "Well, theirs my house!" pointed Dawn. "Gotta go!" She quickly ran across the street and into her house. The door slammed behind her with a loud "WHAK!" Tir continued walking. She glanced at her watch. "Aiya! If I walk the long way, it shall take me an hour to get home! I shall take my favourite way, through Mirkwood."
The forest that she called Mirkwood wasn't really Mirkwood, of course. She had just named it that for her fondness of Mirkwood.
So she headed towards Mirkwood. She heard a gunshot somewhere in the forest. 'I think the best way is through the tree tops.' she thought. She climbed up to the top of the nearest tree. She looked around from the top, and found that she could not see anything or anyone, even with her extraordinary eye sight. So she continued her journey through the tree tops. "BANG!!!" went a distant gunshot. 'I need to hide, and fast!' was the thought that had passed through Tir's head. The only thought. 'How?" she thought. 'The One Ring!' said a voice. ' 'Tisn't real, though!' but she pulled it out of her pocket. "Tirinin Elen!" she heard someone whisper. She looked around the forest, but could not see anyone. "Tirinin Elen." the voice said again. "The Ring!" said Tir out loud. "It's the Ring! The Ring is calling my name! It is the One Ring!" she hesitated as the shots got closer. Quickly, she put the Ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. She looked down at herself. She almost screamed. Tir was completely invisible! "'tis the One Ring." she said slowly. Then, everything went dark.
Tir opened one of her eyes slowly to the sound of the birds singing. Birds Singing? 'That doesn't sound right.' She thought slowly. Then she noticed that something was digging into her back. She sat up, and turned around. She found out it was her flute. She hopefully looked around for her book bag, for it had her watch in it. She found her book bag at her feet. She opened it, and saw her lunch bag. She grabbed it greedily, realizing that she was famished. She took out her sandwich from lunch, glad that she didn't eat it yesterday. She took out her watch, and gave it a glance. "9:15 AM! Wha...?" Then she noticed that it wasn't 9:15 anymore. "Wha...? It was just 9:15! Now 'tis 10:00!" she watched as her watches hands flew around the face of the watch. "My watch..... What is wrong with it?" she threw it into her book bag in disgust.
That's when she noticed her music folder. "Well, at least I have my music to play." She sighed. Tir pulled out the folder and got out her "Lord of the Rings" music. She put together her flute, and started her playing. She decided to sit in the sunlight, where it was warm. Her golden hair flashed as she scooted herself into the sun. She resumed her playing, but not for long.
She soon heard the sound of footsteps. When she decided that no one was around, she place her hair behind her ears so she could hear better, and went back to her playing. She was playing the "In Dreams" Part of the selection, and was about to go play the "Lothlorien" part, when she heard the footsteps again.
She saw no one, so she played yet again. "Put the instrument on the ground, or I shall cut your head off." She heard a slightly harsh voice say. She placed her flute on the ground. She slowly stood up, her golden hair rippling down her shoulders.
As she turned around, she knocked over her lunch bag. She stood up and faced the person who threatened her. She stared in awe. "I know who you are!" she gasped.
"Who?" asked the stranger curiously. "You are Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor. Am I right?" Tir replied slowly, but surely.
"That is correct. Who are you?" asked Aragorn.
Tir absentmindedly placed her hair behind her ears, forgetting that she was in Middle-earth, and her ears were like an elves. Aragorn took a step back in surprise.
"My name is Tirinin Elen, daughter of Granthil."
Aragorn nodded. "Brightest Star." He said. I looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?" "Your name." He replied. "Oh." Tir said, blushing. "My friends just call me 'Tir' for short."
Aragorn smiled. "You are an Elf." He said, knowing that she had no clue. "Well, I knew my name is Elvish, for my mother told me." "I see." Said Aragorn, apparently not wanting to tell her anymore. "Well, I must be off, then." "No! Wait! Where are you going?" Tir asked, hoping that he would invite her along. "I am going to the house of Elrond, which you know about, since you know who I am."
"By any chance, are you stopping at Bree?" Tir asked. "And then going to Rivendell?"
"Yes. Why do you ask? Do you wish to come along?" he asked, sounding suspicious.
"Aiya!oh! Please! Yallume! At last I am not lost anymore!" "So you do speak some Elvish?" asked Aragorn kindly.
"Amin.... I...." she started to say, but Aragorn cut her off. "You shall come with me to Bree, and then Rivendell. Though I might be meeting some, um, mellon there, if you know what I mean. Tir nodded. "Friends." Tir said plainly.
But she knew more. He was going to meet the hobbits, and then they would go to Weather Top. A Morgul blade would stab Frodo. But for some reason, something was holding her back from saying this to him.
"You also go by Strider, don't you?" she asked curiously. "Quel! Good! " Shouted Aragon. You shall call me that at Bree, for I shall not want to be known. Understand?"
Tir nodded, and went to go pack up her things.
"What is that strange instrument that you were playing?" He asked. "Where I come from, it is called a flute." She replied. "And, we are given music written down to play on out different instruments." She said, answering his unasked question.
She slung her book bag on one shoulder, and her flute case on the other. "I'm ready." She said. "Follow me." Aragorn replied. He stepped through the veil of trees, and into a clearing. There was his horse. "It's beautiful." Breathed Tir. "We shall be in Bree in two days." He stated, and hopped on his horse. "Come on." He said in a hurried way. "We must get there soon, before the Nazgul arrives."
Tir nodded, and hopped on the horse. She was fairly good with horses, and other animals. She could always ride any horse, for they seemed to always be tame for her.
'Maybe I really am an Elf.' She thought as they rode off.
"When we get to Bree, shall I ask for some proper clothing for you?" asked Aragorn. She knew what he had in mind. He looked at her through the corner of his eye. He noticed her face, and laughed. "Well, then, I can always give you some breeches, a tunic, shoes and a cloak." Tir smiled happily, for she had always wanted that. "Aiya! That would be wonderful!" she replied.
Tir moved her book bag to the front of her, and opened it up. She looked inside for her Fellowship of the Ring book. She took it out, and put her book bag back over her shoulder. "What do you have there?" asked Aragorn curiously, peering out of the corner of his eye. "'Tis a map." Tir said shortly. "May I see it?" asked Aragorn.
"Of course." she said. Tir handed the Man the book, hoping he would not look at the cover. "This is where we are." Aragorn showed her. He was pointing to somewhere on the map. "We are south of Bree. So we shall go north, the east to Rivendell." Tir nodded, and Aragorn handed her back her book. As Tir put it away in her book bag, she noticed her C.D. player was in there. 'And it works!' she said to herself when she had tried the machine. She had really wanted to play it now, but she figured it would lead to strange questions, so she decided against it.
It was beginning to be late afternoon when Aragorn spoke to her again. "If we do not stop for camp, and we keep going, we shall get to Bree by dawn." Tir knew he was asking her if she cared, but she didn't. "Fine with me." Tir replied. She wasn't tired at all. In fact, she felt like running a race with Aragorn, she on foot, he on his horse, but he would object, she knew it.
"If you get tired, just lean on me and rest." said Aragorn. Tir nodded. She hoped they would get to Bree soon, for she was hungry again. "Do you have any food?" she asked quietly. "For I've had very little in the past two days." "Aye, I have some cram in one of the packs, if you can find some, you can have some." Replied the Ranger.
Tir searched in the packs for the cram, for she knew what it would look like.
When she found some, she took it out and offered some to Aragorn. "Why, thank you!" He said hungrily. He took a piece from her hand and stuffed it his mouth, then turned back to face the road.
"'Tis late, Tirinin. You should be getting some rest soon." Tir looked up and noticed the stars. "Wow." she breathed. "They are beautiful, are they not?" Aragorn asked, chuckling.
"Yes!" she replied in awe. "Everything over here is so beautiful! I could sit for hours doing nothing but looking around, and then still want to do some more looking!" "You do not have nature like this at home?" Aragorn questioned her. "No," answered Tir. "We have beauty, but this is far more then I have ever seen in my life!"
It was completely black now. It seemed as if clouds were covering everywhere, and evil was afoot. Tir didn't like this at all. She was shivering, from head to toe, leaning into Aragorn for warmth. Aragorn slowed the horse to a stop, noticing that Tir had been shivering for a good ten minutes. He hopped down off of his horse, but told her to stay as she started to get off. Aragorn unfastened his cloak, and handed it to her.
"Here." he said plainly. "Now you shall not be cold." She smiled at him.
"Won't you be cold?" she asked him, as he got back on his horse. "No, I shall be fine. And 'tis no wonder you are cold! Look at what you are wearing!" he laughed.
She took a glance at what her clothing. 'It is suitable,' she thought 'for a New Zealand summer!' Shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of trainers did not do her any good in the cold of the forest, especially at night. Her shoes were fine, for they would be much help in climbing or running. But she knew she needed to fit in, as to not arise suspicion.
"How much longer and farther to Bree, Aragorn?" Tir asked curiously.
"At this rate, one hour until we arrive at the gates, and it is some leagues or so away." he replied, settling himself on the horse.
"Aragorn," Tir said, placing her words carefully. "I could run through the trees. I can keep up with you, and I shan't tire easily." she stated, hoping he would say yes. "I suppose," he said. "As long as you can keep up." Tir nodded happily, and jumped off the horse. She ran into the nearest tree, and climbed to the top. She looked down, and waved to Aragorn. He prepared to ride, as she prepared to run. He took off, and so did she.
Racing through the tree tops was most exhilarating. When she looked down in a few moments, she noticed that Aragorn wasn't there. She looked ahead of her, and he wasn't there either. She looked behind her, and saw the faint shape against the lightening sky. It was Aragorn, she realized, and started running again, and did not stop until she saw the gates of Bree, Aragorn's cloak swishing behind her.
Tir looked around for Aragorn, but could not see him. She slid down the tree trunk, jumping off when she was about four feet off the ground. She landed with out a sound. She heard footsteps, attempting to be quiet. She quickly turned around, not wanting to see a Nazgul. It was Aragorn. When he knew he was caught, he ran up to her, horse trailing behind.
"That was mean!" she said, protestant, for Aragorn was teasing her of being afraid. "If I was afraid," she said defiantly. "It would have been if you were captured. And you weren't, and everybody is happy." Aragorn laughed good-naturedly. "Come on, we need to get inside Bree." he said to her in a hurried matter. "I'd suggest covering yourself with the cloak, for people here are not used to strange clothes. Here is where I shall get you some- proper- clothing."
Tir smiled, and covered her self up. She followed Aragorn to the gate. Since it was still dark out, the gates were still closed. Aragorn knocked loudly on the gate.
The gate keeper opened the top slide in the gate, saw us, and asked:" What business does an Elf and a Ranger have in Bree?" "It is I, Strider. And this is a friend of mine, Tirinin. We wish to go to the Prancing Pony to meet some friends, and for accommodation." Aragorn replied swiftly. "Ahh! Strider! Yes, of course! Come on in! And your Elven friend too!" said the gate keeper happily. The keeper disappeared for a moment, and then the gates were opening. Aragorn led his horse inside, and Tir followed.
Aragorn walked fast and hard towards the stables, where he undid all of the riding gear, and handed the packs to Tir. "Hold these, we shall keep them in our room." He said. "Room?" Tir asked back. "Don't worry, two beds. I just don't want any one pf my friends to be hurt or captured by the Nazgul, for they are coming." she nodded, understanding.
They walked to the Prancing Pony, where they would be lodging. Tir knew what was to happen, but she did not speak a word. She still felt as if she were forbidden to do so.
Aragorn went up to the front desk. "Butterbur, I would like a room, with two beds." Tir had noticed he had pulled out a spare cloak, and he had put it on, hood over his head, so he couldn't be seen under there. "Aye, Strider! How have you been?" asked Butterbur cheerfully. "Quite fine, old friend. Do you have what I ask for?" replied Aragorn.
"As a matter of fact, you are getting the last one. Do you and your Elven friend need help with anything?" he asked politely as he handed Aragorn the key. "No, we shall be fine." replied Aragorn. "Thank you, Butterbur." Tir said happily. "You are welcome, fair elf!" replied Butterbur as she walked away.
"Ar- I mean, Strider, why does everyone keep calling me an elf?" Tir asked impatiently. "As they see your ears," he said glancing at them. "And your hair. Only elves have hair as golden as yours, Tirinin."
They walked up some steps, and down a hallway, until they came to the last door. Aragorn unlocked the door, and walked inside. Tir followed, and placed the packs she was still holding on one of the beds.
She sat down on the bed and sighed. The cloak slid off her shoulders, and was hanging from her neck. "Oh, I shall go and get you some clothes now. Wait here." Said Aragorn as he walked out of the door.
Tir grabbed her book bag, and quickly grabbed her "Fellowship of the Ring script, for she realized that this was closer to the movie then the book. 'Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin shall arrive when it 'tis raining.' she remembered, scanning the page.
She heard a knock on the door. She hurriedly stuffed the papers into her pack and shoved it under the bed.
"Who is it?" she asked curiously, figuring Aragorn would want her to do this.
"'Tis Strider." replied a harsh voice. Tir opened the door, allowing him to walk in the room. He placed her clothes neatly on her bed, laid out, so she could see what she received.
"There is a cloak, leggings, shoes, and a tunic." he said slowly, for he was removing some other things from his bundle.
"This hears is your sword, for you will need protection on the way to Rivendell." he said a she laid down the sword in its sheath. "Do you know how to use it well?' he asked her. "Well enough that I can fight and not tire quickly." she replied, looking at the sword. "That is good." said Aragorn. He laid down two things this time. "Here is your bow, and here is your quiver filled with arrows. I imagine that you are as good with this?" he asked curiously. "Actually, I am better at the bow then I am with the sword." Tir said, happy to be getting some weapons. "Typical Elf." he said to Tir, ruffling her hair, playfully.
"Get dressed, and meet me down stairs in the dining hall. If you can't find me, just ask." Tir nodded as Aragorn walked out the door, shutting it behind him.
She got dressed, making sure she put her clothes in her book bag, and trainers under the bed. She fastened that cloak on like Aragorn, but not completely hiding her face, just enough, though. She fitted the sheath around her waist, making sure it was covered by her tunic, but not the sword its self.
She put the bow and the quiver under the bed. With that, she opened the door, walked out, and shut it behind her.
She walked gracefully down the stairs and into the dining hall. There she saw Aragorn. She walked over to him, and sat down. 'I'm taller then him.' she realized. 'But I am definitely younger than him, unless I am an elf. That's it. I must truly be a elf. Now I must truly be going mental. Well, I shall at least find out at Rivendell.'
Tir looked out the window. It was raining, hard. She saw people scurrying about, trying to get to some form of shelter.
Just then, the door slammed open, and four little Hobbits walked in.
"Mr. 'Underhill'!" whispered Tir.
PHE: I own absolutely everything in the world that is somehow connected to Lord of the Rings.
Jack (Sparrow): *PHEW* Thankgoodness you've stopped ownin' meh, luv.
PHE: Nuh-uh-uh! I own you, too.
Jack: How's that?
PHE: Will.
Will: What did I do.
PHE: I own you and Jack.
Will: How?
PHE: You're played by Orlando.
Will and Jack: And?
PHE: Orlando plays Legolas.
Will: Oh.
Jack: I still dun know how you own meh.
PHE: *sighs* You know Will. Will is played by Orlando Bloom. Orlando Bloom also plays Legolas Greenleaf. Legolas Greenleaf is a character in Lord of the Rings. Therefore, you are somehow connected to Lord of the Rings, and so I own you.
Jack: ...
Lawyer: Ahem.
PHE: Erm.... Nevermind! I don't own anything, except for Tir, Dawn, and any other characters that you don't know and/or recognize.
Lawyer: Good Girl.
At the End of All Things
By: Pippin the Hobbit-Elf
A/N: Mary-Sue haters beware!!!
Chapter One-
The Meeting
Tirinin Elen ran lightly out of the classroom, Her flute case banging happily on her side, book bag dangling off one shoulder, hoping she didn't miss the bus. "At least if I miss the bus, I can always walk home with Dawn." she said to her self. When she got outside, she found out that she had indeed missed the bus, and so she went looking for her friend. She headed toward the schools library, where Dawn usually went when she had free-time. "If I have free time," Tirinin Elen had told her friend "then I would be at home watching or reading Lord of the Rings." "I know you would, Tir. If you were allowed, that would be all you would do." Dawn would reply. Then the two friends would laugh until there were tears running down their cheeks.
Tir hurried over to the library, running fast and lightly, not tiring. But she saw her friend running just as she turned a corner. "Dawn!" she cried out. "Hi!" she yelled back. They both stopped running, and walked up to each other. "What...is...the...problem?" asked Dawn, apparently out of breath. "I missed the bus, so I figured that you would like me to walk you home, since I must go that way." replied Tir. "What were you running for, anyway?" Tir asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "This." answered Dawn, as she held out her fist. "What?" Tir asked, seeing no bruise or cut. She opened her hand. "An old gut, with a long gray beard, and a tall pointy hat gave it to me. He said to me: 'Dawn, you need to give this to Tirinin Elen.' so I took the ring, and the he said: 'It is very important that she gets this, Dawn' he said as I hurried off. I turned around to face him, but then he was gone." She snatched the ring off of her palm.
"It's so beautiful." Tir said slowly. "It looks like the One Ring." Dawn rolled her eyes. "Is that all you ever think about?" asked Dawn, annoyed. "No!' replied Tir defensively. "And yet...yes. My preciousss." Tir said, trying to freak her friend out. "Stop that!" said Dawn, slightly scared. "That is creepy! If it was the One Ring, then I would hope that it wouldn't poison you like it did to Gollum. But it is just a ring, and from someone who wanted you to have it." Tir looked at her. "Mae govannen." she replied with a broad smile on her face. Dawn looked at her, slightly angry. "Stop talking in Elvish! I can't understand you, and besides, it is a fake language!" Dawn turned around, and started heading home. "Aiya?" Tir asked, for she knew that Dawn knew what that meant. "'Oh' what?" asked Dawn, temper rising. Tir put the ring in her pocket, and ran to catch up with Dawn. "Lle holma va' edan" Tir replied slowly and loudly. Dawn threw her hands up in disgust "Of course I smell like a human!! I am a human, elf!" Tir quickly flattened her long golden hair so it covered her ears.
"Just because they are pointy, doesn't give you permission to tease me." said Tir, her temper rising as well. "But you are an elf." said Dawn as she defended her self. Tir rolled her eyes and growled. "Well, theirs my house!" pointed Dawn. "Gotta go!" She quickly ran across the street and into her house. The door slammed behind her with a loud "WHAK!" Tir continued walking. She glanced at her watch. "Aiya! If I walk the long way, it shall take me an hour to get home! I shall take my favourite way, through Mirkwood."
The forest that she called Mirkwood wasn't really Mirkwood, of course. She had just named it that for her fondness of Mirkwood.
So she headed towards Mirkwood. She heard a gunshot somewhere in the forest. 'I think the best way is through the tree tops.' she thought. She climbed up to the top of the nearest tree. She looked around from the top, and found that she could not see anything or anyone, even with her extraordinary eye sight. So she continued her journey through the tree tops. "BANG!!!" went a distant gunshot. 'I need to hide, and fast!' was the thought that had passed through Tir's head. The only thought. 'How?" she thought. 'The One Ring!' said a voice. ' 'Tisn't real, though!' but she pulled it out of her pocket. "Tirinin Elen!" she heard someone whisper. She looked around the forest, but could not see anyone. "Tirinin Elen." the voice said again. "The Ring!" said Tir out loud. "It's the Ring! The Ring is calling my name! It is the One Ring!" she hesitated as the shots got closer. Quickly, she put the Ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. She looked down at herself. She almost screamed. Tir was completely invisible! "'tis the One Ring." she said slowly. Then, everything went dark.
Tir opened one of her eyes slowly to the sound of the birds singing. Birds Singing? 'That doesn't sound right.' She thought slowly. Then she noticed that something was digging into her back. She sat up, and turned around. She found out it was her flute. She hopefully looked around for her book bag, for it had her watch in it. She found her book bag at her feet. She opened it, and saw her lunch bag. She grabbed it greedily, realizing that she was famished. She took out her sandwich from lunch, glad that she didn't eat it yesterday. She took out her watch, and gave it a glance. "9:15 AM! Wha...?" Then she noticed that it wasn't 9:15 anymore. "Wha...? It was just 9:15! Now 'tis 10:00!" she watched as her watches hands flew around the face of the watch. "My watch..... What is wrong with it?" she threw it into her book bag in disgust.
That's when she noticed her music folder. "Well, at least I have my music to play." She sighed. Tir pulled out the folder and got out her "Lord of the Rings" music. She put together her flute, and started her playing. She decided to sit in the sunlight, where it was warm. Her golden hair flashed as she scooted herself into the sun. She resumed her playing, but not for long.
She soon heard the sound of footsteps. When she decided that no one was around, she place her hair behind her ears so she could hear better, and went back to her playing. She was playing the "In Dreams" Part of the selection, and was about to go play the "Lothlorien" part, when she heard the footsteps again.
She saw no one, so she played yet again. "Put the instrument on the ground, or I shall cut your head off." She heard a slightly harsh voice say. She placed her flute on the ground. She slowly stood up, her golden hair rippling down her shoulders.
As she turned around, she knocked over her lunch bag. She stood up and faced the person who threatened her. She stared in awe. "I know who you are!" she gasped.
"Who?" asked the stranger curiously. "You are Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor. Am I right?" Tir replied slowly, but surely.
"That is correct. Who are you?" asked Aragorn.
Tir absentmindedly placed her hair behind her ears, forgetting that she was in Middle-earth, and her ears were like an elves. Aragorn took a step back in surprise.
"My name is Tirinin Elen, daughter of Granthil."
Aragorn nodded. "Brightest Star." He said. I looked at him curiously. "What do you mean?" "Your name." He replied. "Oh." Tir said, blushing. "My friends just call me 'Tir' for short."
Aragorn smiled. "You are an Elf." He said, knowing that she had no clue. "Well, I knew my name is Elvish, for my mother told me." "I see." Said Aragorn, apparently not wanting to tell her anymore. "Well, I must be off, then." "No! Wait! Where are you going?" Tir asked, hoping that he would invite her along. "I am going to the house of Elrond, which you know about, since you know who I am."
"By any chance, are you stopping at Bree?" Tir asked. "And then going to Rivendell?"
"Yes. Why do you ask? Do you wish to come along?" he asked, sounding suspicious.
"Aiya!oh! Please! Yallume! At last I am not lost anymore!" "So you do speak some Elvish?" asked Aragorn kindly.
"Amin.... I...." she started to say, but Aragorn cut her off. "You shall come with me to Bree, and then Rivendell. Though I might be meeting some, um, mellon there, if you know what I mean. Tir nodded. "Friends." Tir said plainly.
But she knew more. He was going to meet the hobbits, and then they would go to Weather Top. A Morgul blade would stab Frodo. But for some reason, something was holding her back from saying this to him.
"You also go by Strider, don't you?" she asked curiously. "Quel! Good! " Shouted Aragon. You shall call me that at Bree, for I shall not want to be known. Understand?"
Tir nodded, and went to go pack up her things.
"What is that strange instrument that you were playing?" He asked. "Where I come from, it is called a flute." She replied. "And, we are given music written down to play on out different instruments." She said, answering his unasked question.
She slung her book bag on one shoulder, and her flute case on the other. "I'm ready." She said. "Follow me." Aragorn replied. He stepped through the veil of trees, and into a clearing. There was his horse. "It's beautiful." Breathed Tir. "We shall be in Bree in two days." He stated, and hopped on his horse. "Come on." He said in a hurried way. "We must get there soon, before the Nazgul arrives."
Tir nodded, and hopped on the horse. She was fairly good with horses, and other animals. She could always ride any horse, for they seemed to always be tame for her.
'Maybe I really am an Elf.' She thought as they rode off.
"When we get to Bree, shall I ask for some proper clothing for you?" asked Aragorn. She knew what he had in mind. He looked at her through the corner of his eye. He noticed her face, and laughed. "Well, then, I can always give you some breeches, a tunic, shoes and a cloak." Tir smiled happily, for she had always wanted that. "Aiya! That would be wonderful!" she replied.
Tir moved her book bag to the front of her, and opened it up. She looked inside for her Fellowship of the Ring book. She took it out, and put her book bag back over her shoulder. "What do you have there?" asked Aragorn curiously, peering out of the corner of his eye. "'Tis a map." Tir said shortly. "May I see it?" asked Aragorn.
"Of course." she said. Tir handed the Man the book, hoping he would not look at the cover. "This is where we are." Aragorn showed her. He was pointing to somewhere on the map. "We are south of Bree. So we shall go north, the east to Rivendell." Tir nodded, and Aragorn handed her back her book. As Tir put it away in her book bag, she noticed her C.D. player was in there. 'And it works!' she said to herself when she had tried the machine. She had really wanted to play it now, but she figured it would lead to strange questions, so she decided against it.
It was beginning to be late afternoon when Aragorn spoke to her again. "If we do not stop for camp, and we keep going, we shall get to Bree by dawn." Tir knew he was asking her if she cared, but she didn't. "Fine with me." Tir replied. She wasn't tired at all. In fact, she felt like running a race with Aragorn, she on foot, he on his horse, but he would object, she knew it.
"If you get tired, just lean on me and rest." said Aragorn. Tir nodded. She hoped they would get to Bree soon, for she was hungry again. "Do you have any food?" she asked quietly. "For I've had very little in the past two days." "Aye, I have some cram in one of the packs, if you can find some, you can have some." Replied the Ranger.
Tir searched in the packs for the cram, for she knew what it would look like.
When she found some, she took it out and offered some to Aragorn. "Why, thank you!" He said hungrily. He took a piece from her hand and stuffed it his mouth, then turned back to face the road.
"'Tis late, Tirinin. You should be getting some rest soon." Tir looked up and noticed the stars. "Wow." she breathed. "They are beautiful, are they not?" Aragorn asked, chuckling.
"Yes!" she replied in awe. "Everything over here is so beautiful! I could sit for hours doing nothing but looking around, and then still want to do some more looking!" "You do not have nature like this at home?" Aragorn questioned her. "No," answered Tir. "We have beauty, but this is far more then I have ever seen in my life!"
It was completely black now. It seemed as if clouds were covering everywhere, and evil was afoot. Tir didn't like this at all. She was shivering, from head to toe, leaning into Aragorn for warmth. Aragorn slowed the horse to a stop, noticing that Tir had been shivering for a good ten minutes. He hopped down off of his horse, but told her to stay as she started to get off. Aragorn unfastened his cloak, and handed it to her.
"Here." he said plainly. "Now you shall not be cold." She smiled at him.
"Won't you be cold?" she asked him, as he got back on his horse. "No, I shall be fine. And 'tis no wonder you are cold! Look at what you are wearing!" he laughed.
She took a glance at what her clothing. 'It is suitable,' she thought 'for a New Zealand summer!' Shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of trainers did not do her any good in the cold of the forest, especially at night. Her shoes were fine, for they would be much help in climbing or running. But she knew she needed to fit in, as to not arise suspicion.
"How much longer and farther to Bree, Aragorn?" Tir asked curiously.
"At this rate, one hour until we arrive at the gates, and it is some leagues or so away." he replied, settling himself on the horse.
"Aragorn," Tir said, placing her words carefully. "I could run through the trees. I can keep up with you, and I shan't tire easily." she stated, hoping he would say yes. "I suppose," he said. "As long as you can keep up." Tir nodded happily, and jumped off the horse. She ran into the nearest tree, and climbed to the top. She looked down, and waved to Aragorn. He prepared to ride, as she prepared to run. He took off, and so did she.
Racing through the tree tops was most exhilarating. When she looked down in a few moments, she noticed that Aragorn wasn't there. She looked ahead of her, and he wasn't there either. She looked behind her, and saw the faint shape against the lightening sky. It was Aragorn, she realized, and started running again, and did not stop until she saw the gates of Bree, Aragorn's cloak swishing behind her.
Tir looked around for Aragorn, but could not see him. She slid down the tree trunk, jumping off when she was about four feet off the ground. She landed with out a sound. She heard footsteps, attempting to be quiet. She quickly turned around, not wanting to see a Nazgul. It was Aragorn. When he knew he was caught, he ran up to her, horse trailing behind.
"That was mean!" she said, protestant, for Aragorn was teasing her of being afraid. "If I was afraid," she said defiantly. "It would have been if you were captured. And you weren't, and everybody is happy." Aragorn laughed good-naturedly. "Come on, we need to get inside Bree." he said to her in a hurried matter. "I'd suggest covering yourself with the cloak, for people here are not used to strange clothes. Here is where I shall get you some- proper- clothing."
Tir smiled, and covered her self up. She followed Aragorn to the gate. Since it was still dark out, the gates were still closed. Aragorn knocked loudly on the gate.
The gate keeper opened the top slide in the gate, saw us, and asked:" What business does an Elf and a Ranger have in Bree?" "It is I, Strider. And this is a friend of mine, Tirinin. We wish to go to the Prancing Pony to meet some friends, and for accommodation." Aragorn replied swiftly. "Ahh! Strider! Yes, of course! Come on in! And your Elven friend too!" said the gate keeper happily. The keeper disappeared for a moment, and then the gates were opening. Aragorn led his horse inside, and Tir followed.
Aragorn walked fast and hard towards the stables, where he undid all of the riding gear, and handed the packs to Tir. "Hold these, we shall keep them in our room." He said. "Room?" Tir asked back. "Don't worry, two beds. I just don't want any one pf my friends to be hurt or captured by the Nazgul, for they are coming." she nodded, understanding.
They walked to the Prancing Pony, where they would be lodging. Tir knew what was to happen, but she did not speak a word. She still felt as if she were forbidden to do so.
Aragorn went up to the front desk. "Butterbur, I would like a room, with two beds." Tir had noticed he had pulled out a spare cloak, and he had put it on, hood over his head, so he couldn't be seen under there. "Aye, Strider! How have you been?" asked Butterbur cheerfully. "Quite fine, old friend. Do you have what I ask for?" replied Aragorn.
"As a matter of fact, you are getting the last one. Do you and your Elven friend need help with anything?" he asked politely as he handed Aragorn the key. "No, we shall be fine." replied Aragorn. "Thank you, Butterbur." Tir said happily. "You are welcome, fair elf!" replied Butterbur as she walked away.
"Ar- I mean, Strider, why does everyone keep calling me an elf?" Tir asked impatiently. "As they see your ears," he said glancing at them. "And your hair. Only elves have hair as golden as yours, Tirinin."
They walked up some steps, and down a hallway, until they came to the last door. Aragorn unlocked the door, and walked inside. Tir followed, and placed the packs she was still holding on one of the beds.
She sat down on the bed and sighed. The cloak slid off her shoulders, and was hanging from her neck. "Oh, I shall go and get you some clothes now. Wait here." Said Aragorn as he walked out of the door.
Tir grabbed her book bag, and quickly grabbed her "Fellowship of the Ring script, for she realized that this was closer to the movie then the book. 'Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin shall arrive when it 'tis raining.' she remembered, scanning the page.
She heard a knock on the door. She hurriedly stuffed the papers into her pack and shoved it under the bed.
"Who is it?" she asked curiously, figuring Aragorn would want her to do this.
"'Tis Strider." replied a harsh voice. Tir opened the door, allowing him to walk in the room. He placed her clothes neatly on her bed, laid out, so she could see what she received.
"There is a cloak, leggings, shoes, and a tunic." he said slowly, for he was removing some other things from his bundle.
"This hears is your sword, for you will need protection on the way to Rivendell." he said a she laid down the sword in its sheath. "Do you know how to use it well?' he asked her. "Well enough that I can fight and not tire quickly." she replied, looking at the sword. "That is good." said Aragorn. He laid down two things this time. "Here is your bow, and here is your quiver filled with arrows. I imagine that you are as good with this?" he asked curiously. "Actually, I am better at the bow then I am with the sword." Tir said, happy to be getting some weapons. "Typical Elf." he said to Tir, ruffling her hair, playfully.
"Get dressed, and meet me down stairs in the dining hall. If you can't find me, just ask." Tir nodded as Aragorn walked out the door, shutting it behind him.
She got dressed, making sure she put her clothes in her book bag, and trainers under the bed. She fastened that cloak on like Aragorn, but not completely hiding her face, just enough, though. She fitted the sheath around her waist, making sure it was covered by her tunic, but not the sword its self.
She put the bow and the quiver under the bed. With that, she opened the door, walked out, and shut it behind her.
She walked gracefully down the stairs and into the dining hall. There she saw Aragorn. She walked over to him, and sat down. 'I'm taller then him.' she realized. 'But I am definitely younger than him, unless I am an elf. That's it. I must truly be a elf. Now I must truly be going mental. Well, I shall at least find out at Rivendell.'
Tir looked out the window. It was raining, hard. She saw people scurrying about, trying to get to some form of shelter.
Just then, the door slammed open, and four little Hobbits walked in.
"Mr. 'Underhill'!" whispered Tir.
