I have just realized I keep forgetting to put disclaimers. I own nothing-
will that work? *Cowers in front of lawyers brandishing copyright
infringements. *
People filed silently out of the council chamber. My stride was purposeful; I had to prepare for my trip. My brother ran out after me, still trying to fathom why it was that I took the place I knew he would have filled.
"Sister! Gabrielin? Gabrielin, will you not listen to me?" I turned to look him straight in the face.
"No, Legolas, it is you who must listen to me." He opened his mouth to speak, but I held a hand up, and looked away; my eyes pained me.
"You would have gone on this quest, and you would have left me here for the mercies of a force so powerful I cannot withstand the breaking waves. I do not wish for love; heaven knows I find enough solace in the Golden Wood. But I cannot resist the pull of a heart. Let me go on this one last quest, Legolas, before I am forever harnessed to a house and home." I looked at him. "This is not how it should have been-but I have seen another path for one man should I take your stead." I turned, and returned to my room. I had things to pack, and plans to lay with Aragorn and Mithrandir.
Before we left, I remember biding my brother goodbye. He looked at me, hair pulled into utilitarian braids, wearing a tunic and leggings as he often wore.
"You look much as you did when we were children." I smiled. Those had been the days, when my arrows flew freely and my legs remembered running.
"Fear not for me brother. I know not if ever I should return from these journeys, but gears have been set in motion that cannot be reversed. But for one sacrifice, some good may come. I know not what, though. Namarie, brother of mine." The shadow of a tear made its nest in the corner of his eye.
Once outside of Rivendell, Aragorn spoke to me, his voice quiet and solemn. "So, Gabrielin, need I tell you this will be a hard road? There are orcs in plenty, and fell evils about." I looked at the son of Arathorn.
"Need I remind you, Dunadan, that I used to beat you up in the practice yards with a quarter staff if you insulted my womanhood? And you are one of the best, and still you find yourself on the ground after a spar with me." Gimli chuckled from behind me, Aragorn flushing a little at the memory. I smiled slightly, going on.
"I know hardship, and I know a long road. My life has been a long road...long and winding. You need not tell me this road is a hard one; my heart has already told me so." I looked at Frodo, beside Gandalf at the front of the line, his companion Samwise, shouldering a pack twice as big as he, and the two youngest hobbits, Merry and Peregrin, being shepherded along by Boromir.
"And for the Pheriannath, this road will be especially long."
Dundundun- and the next snippet shall be-the golden wood! See the small and easily avoidable button in the corner there? Click it and tell me what you think.
People filed silently out of the council chamber. My stride was purposeful; I had to prepare for my trip. My brother ran out after me, still trying to fathom why it was that I took the place I knew he would have filled.
"Sister! Gabrielin? Gabrielin, will you not listen to me?" I turned to look him straight in the face.
"No, Legolas, it is you who must listen to me." He opened his mouth to speak, but I held a hand up, and looked away; my eyes pained me.
"You would have gone on this quest, and you would have left me here for the mercies of a force so powerful I cannot withstand the breaking waves. I do not wish for love; heaven knows I find enough solace in the Golden Wood. But I cannot resist the pull of a heart. Let me go on this one last quest, Legolas, before I am forever harnessed to a house and home." I looked at him. "This is not how it should have been-but I have seen another path for one man should I take your stead." I turned, and returned to my room. I had things to pack, and plans to lay with Aragorn and Mithrandir.
Before we left, I remember biding my brother goodbye. He looked at me, hair pulled into utilitarian braids, wearing a tunic and leggings as he often wore.
"You look much as you did when we were children." I smiled. Those had been the days, when my arrows flew freely and my legs remembered running.
"Fear not for me brother. I know not if ever I should return from these journeys, but gears have been set in motion that cannot be reversed. But for one sacrifice, some good may come. I know not what, though. Namarie, brother of mine." The shadow of a tear made its nest in the corner of his eye.
Once outside of Rivendell, Aragorn spoke to me, his voice quiet and solemn. "So, Gabrielin, need I tell you this will be a hard road? There are orcs in plenty, and fell evils about." I looked at the son of Arathorn.
"Need I remind you, Dunadan, that I used to beat you up in the practice yards with a quarter staff if you insulted my womanhood? And you are one of the best, and still you find yourself on the ground after a spar with me." Gimli chuckled from behind me, Aragorn flushing a little at the memory. I smiled slightly, going on.
"I know hardship, and I know a long road. My life has been a long road...long and winding. You need not tell me this road is a hard one; my heart has already told me so." I looked at Frodo, beside Gandalf at the front of the line, his companion Samwise, shouldering a pack twice as big as he, and the two youngest hobbits, Merry and Peregrin, being shepherded along by Boromir.
"And for the Pheriannath, this road will be especially long."
Dundundun- and the next snippet shall be-the golden wood! See the small and easily avoidable button in the corner there? Click it and tell me what you think.
