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*~~~***~~~~ STOP THAT!! "Must have been an invisible werethas." Aragorn
stated wearily, having recovered from his dream. ( OC, PRONOUNCED WER-e-
thAs) " Just a werethas? Those are easily deadly, laddie! One wrong move,
even a swing of a sword or a step back, and you're finished!" shouted
Gimli, eyes agleam as he spoke of battle. Just as Gimli finished, Legolas
carried up the sentence. " I agree with Gimli, if you hadn't woken up, I
don't know what we have done." Legolas spoke. "I do not wish to think about
that right now." He added. "But I had this dream, it was wonderful but all
the same, horrible." Aragorn said as his eyes glazed over and he stared off
into space, recalling the strange sights he had witnessed. Legolas and
Gimli glanced at each other for a moment in worry, then turned back to
Aragorn. " Wwwwwweeeeeeelllllll, we better get going." Gimli said,
thoroughly freaked out, snapping Aragorn out of his trance.
* ** * ** * ** * "Atar, do my eyes deceive me, or is the blade finished?" father Arwen asked with rising excitement. She watched with admiration as Lord Elrond held the beautiful sword, Anduril, out to her. "yes it is. We have you to thank for that, for the hope you have brought us. Defeat had burdened my shoulders heavily, but you returned from death to give us hope once again. All of this I could not do." He spoke with gratitude, gently placing Anduril down before raising his hand to her cheek. "There is always hope." She said, embracing her father. Her father seemed so old and frail these days, his strength was beginning to die. And still he fought on for the sake of Middle Earth.
He had observed the making of Anduril, refusing to rest until the task was complete. ******* "How many days, Sam? No, not days. How many years have we toiled away on this tiresome journey? No food, but dry lembas bread. No water save a few drops, and the lingering swamps of the dead." Frodo droned wearily. "What happened to the exciting, wonderful adventures Bilbo used to speak of? What happened to those smiling faces we used to know?" "Mr. Frodo, I don't know, but one thing I do know is that we will be in those stories. Not for hobbits, but for elves, wizard, men, and creatures all over Middle Earth that are on our side, fighting for the lighter days. Those tales will be long, legends even. All people of young age will ask their elders, 'Samwise the Brave and Frodo Baggins our savior? Who are they?' And their parents will tell them of the whole journey, the hardships and the good times. But the hobbits will be unaware to all of this for years to come." Sam stated, then considered what he had just said. "Perhaps that is for the best."
HEY HOW DO YA THINK OF MY SECOND CHAPPIE. PLEASE R&R
*Atar, like I said, means father in Quenya
* ** * ** * ** * "Atar, do my eyes deceive me, or is the blade finished?" father Arwen asked with rising excitement. She watched with admiration as Lord Elrond held the beautiful sword, Anduril, out to her. "yes it is. We have you to thank for that, for the hope you have brought us. Defeat had burdened my shoulders heavily, but you returned from death to give us hope once again. All of this I could not do." He spoke with gratitude, gently placing Anduril down before raising his hand to her cheek. "There is always hope." She said, embracing her father. Her father seemed so old and frail these days, his strength was beginning to die. And still he fought on for the sake of Middle Earth.
He had observed the making of Anduril, refusing to rest until the task was complete. ******* "How many days, Sam? No, not days. How many years have we toiled away on this tiresome journey? No food, but dry lembas bread. No water save a few drops, and the lingering swamps of the dead." Frodo droned wearily. "What happened to the exciting, wonderful adventures Bilbo used to speak of? What happened to those smiling faces we used to know?" "Mr. Frodo, I don't know, but one thing I do know is that we will be in those stories. Not for hobbits, but for elves, wizard, men, and creatures all over Middle Earth that are on our side, fighting for the lighter days. Those tales will be long, legends even. All people of young age will ask their elders, 'Samwise the Brave and Frodo Baggins our savior? Who are they?' And their parents will tell them of the whole journey, the hardships and the good times. But the hobbits will be unaware to all of this for years to come." Sam stated, then considered what he had just said. "Perhaps that is for the best."
HEY HOW DO YA THINK OF MY SECOND CHAPPIE. PLEASE R&R
*Atar, like I said, means father in Quenya