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Chapter Two: Interesting Sentiments
By SilentBanshee
"There's one thing I really just don't understand." Beverly sat on a fallen log about two feet from a small fire that a short, hairy-footed man was using to cook with. "How did I get here?"
"You would be the only one here who could possibly answer that," Aragorn replied as he sat against the base of a tree, resting his legs and, occassionally, his eyes. "We found you washed up on the shore. You're lucky, there's a falls not far from here and I fear you would have a better chance for survival with orcs than rauros."
Beverly visibly blanched at the thought of going over a waterfall and shifted her position on the log so that her hands were now on either side of her a nd her legs were outstretched.
"I think I'd rather go over a waterfall than end up in the hands of an orc," the halfing toasting a pan of tomatoes mumbled to himself.
"Are they really that bad?" Beverly questioned, her voice flat with a note of disinterest.
"Worse, lassie." The stout, bushy-haired warrior remarked from three feet behind her. "They're putrid, festering creatures with no respect for life. Eat you alive they would if we hadn't found you."
"I don't think I really believe you," she said and noticed the blonde's upper lip twitch into a half-smirk. "You make them sound positively evil and I don't believe in pure evil."
The Dwarf grunted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"That's an interesting sentiment, mind elaborating?" Aragorn bit the side of his tongue to fight back a smile.
"There's no such things as a bad person, just bad events. A person may exhibit heroic behavior in one situation and then dasterdly behavior in another."
"So, you don't believe in heroes?" Aragorn pressed on, no longer amused.
"I don't believe anyone is inherently heroic, if that's what you're asking."
"It is."
Gimli looked over the rest of his companions, not having really grasped what Aragorn and the fellowship's new ward were discussing.
"Where's Frodo?" Merry asked as he reached for a wrinkly, and particularly bloated, tomato. The cook, Sam, widened his eyes and scanned the small clearing.
"Better yet, where's Gondor's son?"
Aragorn got up to look for Boromir and the wandering halfling as Legolas motioned in the direction of the ruins of Anon Hen. Aragorn nodded and then disappeared into the woods.
"Get up." Legolas offered Pippin a hand. "The enemy approaches."
A smell that strongly reminded Beverly of a latrine permeated the riverside air, announcing the presence of an even more disgusting creature. Gimli brandished his axe, readying h imself for the attack. Legolas, however, looked over the three hobbits and human woman, slight annoyance playing on his face. "No, Gimli," he said as he put one hand on Gimli's shoulder. Legolas turned again to the four weakest members of the Company, told them to run, and then went off to kill some orcs with Gimli.
There were many things that Beverly excelled at. Listening to music at a volume that would make any elven ears with a three mile radius bleed, for instance, was near the top of the list. But of all the impressive feats she could perform, fighting was not one of them. Unfortunately, backing away in fear didn't make the cut either so Beverly was stuck imploring the use of impressive feat #17-a -- climbing high up into the trees.
And there she sat--right between a bushy clump of leaves and a centipede--while she listened to the sounds of the battle that was going on thirteen feet below her. She looked around at her surroundings, judging its sturdiness. Once satisfied, she lifted her legs and folded them over her lap in the Lotus position. Placing either hand, palm up, on its coordinating thigh, she closed her eyes and sought out her right index finger with her mind. After isolating said digit, she focused on the blood travelling through it and moved on, inch by inch, to the rest of her body until she no longer heard the shrieking sound of death and the soft squishing that a neck made when severed.
She was in her garden, watching a bee help impregnate a flower when the blond elf prodded her forearm with an unreadable expression on his face. "Are you awake?"
"I'm awake," she answered with her eyes still closed but already the smell of lavender and nearby pine had been replaced with matellic blood that infiltrated the senses and left you tonguing the top of your mouth in irritation.
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White-Witch-Sakura: Thank you so much! Hope this chapter met your standards. =)
LostBlueDreams: Wow, you really helped inflate my ego! Feel free to pour on the compliments anytime and I'm sorry it took me so long to update.
Fantasyqueen21: Mandy-cakes, I love you.
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Chapter Two: Interesting Sentiments
By SilentBanshee
"There's one thing I really just don't understand." Beverly sat on a fallen log about two feet from a small fire that a short, hairy-footed man was using to cook with. "How did I get here?"
"You would be the only one here who could possibly answer that," Aragorn replied as he sat against the base of a tree, resting his legs and, occassionally, his eyes. "We found you washed up on the shore. You're lucky, there's a falls not far from here and I fear you would have a better chance for survival with orcs than rauros."
Beverly visibly blanched at the thought of going over a waterfall and shifted her position on the log so that her hands were now on either side of her a nd her legs were outstretched.
"I think I'd rather go over a waterfall than end up in the hands of an orc," the halfing toasting a pan of tomatoes mumbled to himself.
"Are they really that bad?" Beverly questioned, her voice flat with a note of disinterest.
"Worse, lassie." The stout, bushy-haired warrior remarked from three feet behind her. "They're putrid, festering creatures with no respect for life. Eat you alive they would if we hadn't found you."
"I don't think I really believe you," she said and noticed the blonde's upper lip twitch into a half-smirk. "You make them sound positively evil and I don't believe in pure evil."
The Dwarf grunted and crossed his arms over his chest.
"That's an interesting sentiment, mind elaborating?" Aragorn bit the side of his tongue to fight back a smile.
"There's no such things as a bad person, just bad events. A person may exhibit heroic behavior in one situation and then dasterdly behavior in another."
"So, you don't believe in heroes?" Aragorn pressed on, no longer amused.
"I don't believe anyone is inherently heroic, if that's what you're asking."
"It is."
Gimli looked over the rest of his companions, not having really grasped what Aragorn and the fellowship's new ward were discussing.
"Where's Frodo?" Merry asked as he reached for a wrinkly, and particularly bloated, tomato. The cook, Sam, widened his eyes and scanned the small clearing.
"Better yet, where's Gondor's son?"
Aragorn got up to look for Boromir and the wandering halfling as Legolas motioned in the direction of the ruins of Anon Hen. Aragorn nodded and then disappeared into the woods.
"Get up." Legolas offered Pippin a hand. "The enemy approaches."
A smell that strongly reminded Beverly of a latrine permeated the riverside air, announcing the presence of an even more disgusting creature. Gimli brandished his axe, readying h imself for the attack. Legolas, however, looked over the three hobbits and human woman, slight annoyance playing on his face. "No, Gimli," he said as he put one hand on Gimli's shoulder. Legolas turned again to the four weakest members of the Company, told them to run, and then went off to kill some orcs with Gimli.
There were many things that Beverly excelled at. Listening to music at a volume that would make any elven ears with a three mile radius bleed, for instance, was near the top of the list. But of all the impressive feats she could perform, fighting was not one of them. Unfortunately, backing away in fear didn't make the cut either so Beverly was stuck imploring the use of impressive feat #17-a -- climbing high up into the trees.
And there she sat--right between a bushy clump of leaves and a centipede--while she listened to the sounds of the battle that was going on thirteen feet below her. She looked around at her surroundings, judging its sturdiness. Once satisfied, she lifted her legs and folded them over her lap in the Lotus position. Placing either hand, palm up, on its coordinating thigh, she closed her eyes and sought out her right index finger with her mind. After isolating said digit, she focused on the blood travelling through it and moved on, inch by inch, to the rest of her body until she no longer heard the shrieking sound of death and the soft squishing that a neck made when severed.
She was in her garden, watching a bee help impregnate a flower when the blond elf prodded her forearm with an unreadable expression on his face. "Are you awake?"
"I'm awake," she answered with her eyes still closed but already the smell of lavender and nearby pine had been replaced with matellic blood that infiltrated the senses and left you tonguing the top of your mouth in irritation.
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White-Witch-Sakura: Thank you so much! Hope this chapter met your standards. =)
LostBlueDreams: Wow, you really helped inflate my ego! Feel free to pour on the compliments anytime and I'm sorry it took me so long to update.
Fantasyqueen21: Mandy-cakes, I love you.