Hi my angels! Sorry I can't put my thanx in here but SOMEBODY, not
mentioning any names (cough Sheen Rox cough) Is a crap Editor! GAH! Sorry,
you are forgiven Elaine. Well, you better hope so! *growls* Enjoy!
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Aragorn awoke. It was cold, so he drew his blanket further around him. 'I should really get up' He thought to himself. 'I have business to attend to' But he ignored this mental note and he soon felt a warm drowsiness surround his body, and mind.
It did not last though. The velvet curtains around his bed were drawn and a voice met his ears.
"Aragorn." Arwen whispered, kissing his ear. "You have work to do." She set down a palantir next to his head and left. Aragorn raised his head a few inches and looked at the palantir. He was met with a sombre face, that smiled, however, when it saw him.
"Lord Aragorn." It said. "Rise, as the sun has beat you to it." Aragorn sat up and looked into the palantir.
"Gandalf!" He replied, smiling. "What business do you have?"
"Aragorn, in less than three days I will arrive at your Hall. I sense evil afoot, some devilry or witchcraft has survived Middle Earth's clear and I need you to keep your where abouts."
"Yes Gandalf, On the third day, at dawn, look for your coming, eastward?" Gandalf winked, grinning and then vanished. The palantir changed to it's usual form inside of swirling purple mist.
Aragorn jumped from his bed and dressed. He walked down to breakfast and sat at the top chair, with Arwen next to him.
"I believe Sairwyn must bring news, lord." Arwen said.
"Yes, I shall see to her soon." Aragorn replied, taking a slice of lambus bread. Legolas entered, alongside Gimli.
"Good morning, fellows!" Gimli said, brightly. "Let's see now....." He chose a plate full of food carefully.
"Aragorn, Ni aa nade~elenyas." Legolas spoke in elvish. There was no need to, but it felt like home.
"Yes. Where is she?" Aragorn asked
"I last saw her this morn, on the deeping wall." Legolas replied. then out of the corner of his ocean blue eyes, he spotted her entering the hall.
"There."
Sairwyn walked with elegance, as though her feet were on wings, and she settled so lightly into the chair opposite Gimli, it seemed she was sitting up on a cloud.
"Sairwyn, this is my wife Arwen, Gimli son of Gloin, and Legolas, prince of the woodland realm." Aragorn informed her. Sairwyn greeted the others, and drank from her goblet, looking rather tense, or nervous.
"Is something bothering you Lady?" It's now or never, Sairwyn thought. Go.
"Yes lord. My news, is not well............ Evil is rising, and has crossed to Valinor."
Eyes were intently gazing on Sairwyn, who's mouth went dry. I'll start at the beginning, she thought;
"It was the fifth day of the sixth Elvish month. I was walking in the woods of Vathilien, when I was ambushed, by blood-stained, scarred creatures. who took me captive. I killed the first, but they were strong and there were many. I fell unconscious as they took me further eastward. When I woke, they had deposited me at their leader who was named....... I am not sure...... Curunir, or Sharky as he named himself."
"Sharky?" Gimli growled loudly, and there was many a muttering from around the table. "Saruman!"
Aragorn looked calm and said, "Continue,"
"He held me there. It must have at least been a week, and he stole my possessions from me; my cloak, my blade............. he had built up a strong army of orcs and was building a strong fortress, deep in Vathilien's woods. I do not know if he will send them to Middle earth, keep them situated in Valinor or split them. But I fear, lord for the ring bearer........... After some time he believed I was no threat to him, so he let me go........Wither will you do?"
"Sairwyn, you are wise, but I have no actions ready that can be used at this moment in time........... I shall wait until Gandalf Stormcrow comes to call, but until then I do not want to speak of the matter.........."
Aragorn sighed. "How could I have been so blind?" He rose from his seat and left.
The others shuffled uncomfortably, then Arwen said "Excuse me. I shall see how he his. He has more business to attend to." And left. The three remaining, glanced at one other.
Sairwyn sighed. "And now, my life is for fit.........."
***
Saruman sat, brooding by his fire in a large leather chair. He had made a mistake. He should not have let Sairwyn go, she had the courage to tell others, to alert them and even risk her life. Saruman knew this. He had seen it in the way she moved, the way she spoke....... It would have been easier to have killed her. Saruman's face twisted in anger and irritation, but relaxed again after another thought crossed his mind; He had a power that no one else had. A growing secret, that was strong and could rule all..........
A quiet rapping was sounded on the door, awaking Saruman from his ever so slight blissful doze.
"Enter." He grunted. Haradir came in carrying a bottle of silvery-black pebbles, and a stone basin of water, which he both placed on the hearth rug.
"My lord, here it is!" Haradir said his words excitingly, and handed the small bottle to his uncle. "The remaining mystery now is; will it work?" "Of course it shall, Haradir! I invented them. You must always believe in yourself or you will get no where." Saruman whispered, taking out the tiny cork. He stood up, and placed the basin on the mantel piece. Taking the bottle in his hand, Saruman poured the small stones into the gleaming water, whilst Haradir watched, eyes wide in awe.
As the bottles contents were consumed by the water, black mist began to arise from the basin, swirling higher into the air. It shrouded their forms, encircling into different shapes and all of a sudden there was a flash of silver-blue light, and it all stopped. Stood before Saruman and Haradir were three figures. But they were not ordinary, far from it. They were built up out of the thin, black, misty vapour from the pebbles in the water, and they drifted a little way above the ground. They had no faces and the most visible thing on them was probably around were their hearts should have been; A small blue ball of blazing fire, icy and frozen. They were so sinister, and evil.
Haradir gasped. "My lord, I never doubted you!"
Saruman smiled, grim, yet proudly upon his works of art. "There is many more where they came from, " Then addressing the figures, "My spirits! Whom do you serve?"
"Saruman........." The spirits spoke in one voice, but afterwards it rang through the high chamber and sounded as though thousands of people had said the word together.
Saruman turned to Haradir. "My spirits!" He exclaimed. "Made only from pure Elven souls and malice. They cannot die or be slain, not even by the slow decay of time will they fall!"
Haradir face was alight with wonder. "Send them out!" He cried. "send them out now! It would make such a marvellous return."
"Nay, Haradir. These are very special creatures, unlike you, so they are not to be used until the time is right............" Haradir nodded, whilst Saruman pulled a dusty orb out of pocket, which was filled with more swirling black mist. "Now surrender to this!" He commanded the spirits, and they danced up into clouds of vapour, spinning and swirling into the orb until the air was clear again and the orb had locked Saruman's new power inside. Saruman returned the orb into the folds of his robe, and whispered lavishly; "There is nought man can do against such reckless hate......
Sauron, I will avenge you!"
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Well I hope you all liked it! Please review everyone! Love ya's all soooo much! *Hugs you*
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Aragorn awoke. It was cold, so he drew his blanket further around him. 'I should really get up' He thought to himself. 'I have business to attend to' But he ignored this mental note and he soon felt a warm drowsiness surround his body, and mind.
It did not last though. The velvet curtains around his bed were drawn and a voice met his ears.
"Aragorn." Arwen whispered, kissing his ear. "You have work to do." She set down a palantir next to his head and left. Aragorn raised his head a few inches and looked at the palantir. He was met with a sombre face, that smiled, however, when it saw him.
"Lord Aragorn." It said. "Rise, as the sun has beat you to it." Aragorn sat up and looked into the palantir.
"Gandalf!" He replied, smiling. "What business do you have?"
"Aragorn, in less than three days I will arrive at your Hall. I sense evil afoot, some devilry or witchcraft has survived Middle Earth's clear and I need you to keep your where abouts."
"Yes Gandalf, On the third day, at dawn, look for your coming, eastward?" Gandalf winked, grinning and then vanished. The palantir changed to it's usual form inside of swirling purple mist.
Aragorn jumped from his bed and dressed. He walked down to breakfast and sat at the top chair, with Arwen next to him.
"I believe Sairwyn must bring news, lord." Arwen said.
"Yes, I shall see to her soon." Aragorn replied, taking a slice of lambus bread. Legolas entered, alongside Gimli.
"Good morning, fellows!" Gimli said, brightly. "Let's see now....." He chose a plate full of food carefully.
"Aragorn, Ni aa nade~elenyas." Legolas spoke in elvish. There was no need to, but it felt like home.
"Yes. Where is she?" Aragorn asked
"I last saw her this morn, on the deeping wall." Legolas replied. then out of the corner of his ocean blue eyes, he spotted her entering the hall.
"There."
Sairwyn walked with elegance, as though her feet were on wings, and she settled so lightly into the chair opposite Gimli, it seemed she was sitting up on a cloud.
"Sairwyn, this is my wife Arwen, Gimli son of Gloin, and Legolas, prince of the woodland realm." Aragorn informed her. Sairwyn greeted the others, and drank from her goblet, looking rather tense, or nervous.
"Is something bothering you Lady?" It's now or never, Sairwyn thought. Go.
"Yes lord. My news, is not well............ Evil is rising, and has crossed to Valinor."
Eyes were intently gazing on Sairwyn, who's mouth went dry. I'll start at the beginning, she thought;
"It was the fifth day of the sixth Elvish month. I was walking in the woods of Vathilien, when I was ambushed, by blood-stained, scarred creatures. who took me captive. I killed the first, but they were strong and there were many. I fell unconscious as they took me further eastward. When I woke, they had deposited me at their leader who was named....... I am not sure...... Curunir, or Sharky as he named himself."
"Sharky?" Gimli growled loudly, and there was many a muttering from around the table. "Saruman!"
Aragorn looked calm and said, "Continue,"
"He held me there. It must have at least been a week, and he stole my possessions from me; my cloak, my blade............. he had built up a strong army of orcs and was building a strong fortress, deep in Vathilien's woods. I do not know if he will send them to Middle earth, keep them situated in Valinor or split them. But I fear, lord for the ring bearer........... After some time he believed I was no threat to him, so he let me go........Wither will you do?"
"Sairwyn, you are wise, but I have no actions ready that can be used at this moment in time........... I shall wait until Gandalf Stormcrow comes to call, but until then I do not want to speak of the matter.........."
Aragorn sighed. "How could I have been so blind?" He rose from his seat and left.
The others shuffled uncomfortably, then Arwen said "Excuse me. I shall see how he his. He has more business to attend to." And left. The three remaining, glanced at one other.
Sairwyn sighed. "And now, my life is for fit.........."
***
Saruman sat, brooding by his fire in a large leather chair. He had made a mistake. He should not have let Sairwyn go, she had the courage to tell others, to alert them and even risk her life. Saruman knew this. He had seen it in the way she moved, the way she spoke....... It would have been easier to have killed her. Saruman's face twisted in anger and irritation, but relaxed again after another thought crossed his mind; He had a power that no one else had. A growing secret, that was strong and could rule all..........
A quiet rapping was sounded on the door, awaking Saruman from his ever so slight blissful doze.
"Enter." He grunted. Haradir came in carrying a bottle of silvery-black pebbles, and a stone basin of water, which he both placed on the hearth rug.
"My lord, here it is!" Haradir said his words excitingly, and handed the small bottle to his uncle. "The remaining mystery now is; will it work?" "Of course it shall, Haradir! I invented them. You must always believe in yourself or you will get no where." Saruman whispered, taking out the tiny cork. He stood up, and placed the basin on the mantel piece. Taking the bottle in his hand, Saruman poured the small stones into the gleaming water, whilst Haradir watched, eyes wide in awe.
As the bottles contents were consumed by the water, black mist began to arise from the basin, swirling higher into the air. It shrouded their forms, encircling into different shapes and all of a sudden there was a flash of silver-blue light, and it all stopped. Stood before Saruman and Haradir were three figures. But they were not ordinary, far from it. They were built up out of the thin, black, misty vapour from the pebbles in the water, and they drifted a little way above the ground. They had no faces and the most visible thing on them was probably around were their hearts should have been; A small blue ball of blazing fire, icy and frozen. They were so sinister, and evil.
Haradir gasped. "My lord, I never doubted you!"
Saruman smiled, grim, yet proudly upon his works of art. "There is many more where they came from, " Then addressing the figures, "My spirits! Whom do you serve?"
"Saruman........." The spirits spoke in one voice, but afterwards it rang through the high chamber and sounded as though thousands of people had said the word together.
Saruman turned to Haradir. "My spirits!" He exclaimed. "Made only from pure Elven souls and malice. They cannot die or be slain, not even by the slow decay of time will they fall!"
Haradir face was alight with wonder. "Send them out!" He cried. "send them out now! It would make such a marvellous return."
"Nay, Haradir. These are very special creatures, unlike you, so they are not to be used until the time is right............" Haradir nodded, whilst Saruman pulled a dusty orb out of pocket, which was filled with more swirling black mist. "Now surrender to this!" He commanded the spirits, and they danced up into clouds of vapour, spinning and swirling into the orb until the air was clear again and the orb had locked Saruman's new power inside. Saruman returned the orb into the folds of his robe, and whispered lavishly; "There is nought man can do against such reckless hate......
Sauron, I will avenge you!"
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Well I hope you all liked it! Please review everyone! Love ya's all soooo much! *Hugs you*
