I'm going to say this for the last time, I don't own lotr! I only own
Katalia and anyone else I make!
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Henneth Annun...
As a man shot down another Southernling, he saw a person start to run away. He drew his bow ready to shot him down too. But just as he was about to let the arrow fly, he noticed that he didn't look like the rest of them. By this time most of them had been killed. He was running straight toward him so he decided to just capture him and see who he was.
As he neared he quickly went from his hiding place and jumped in front of him. The man struggled with him and got free. ~He will not go far, there are many more men here so if I don't catch him someone will.~ Just the same, he ran out after him. He soon caught up to him. ~This man can't run very fast~ he thought as he grabbed him from behind.
His hood had fallen back just as he had caught him. After he had stopped struggling he look at him. He was startled to see it was no man he was holding but a girl! His grip loosened. As he looked at her terrified face. She was so small. Judging from her height he decided she was around twelve and yet her face looked older then twelve. Her back and legs were cut with many wounds. ~What is a girl doing in Ithilien? Was she their prisoner?~ he thought. **********************************************************
Katalia looked up into his face her eyes full of tears and fear. She had tried to get free again, but it was no use. As she looked up into the face of her captor she was startled to find that he did not look like the men who had captured her before. He was not wearing black nor did his face look like one of them. His eyes were a bright green, they were not filled with hate like the other men. He had long dark brown hair. He was also taller and stronger then the other men that captured her.
"Who are you," she asked still afraid he might be someone bad.
"I am Baragon son of Barathon, soldier of Gondor."
~Gondor!~ she thought. As her face soon turned to one of happiness. ~He is a good guy.~
"May I asked who you are? Who have been wandering in Ithilien and been with the Southernlings?" he asked.
~So that's who they were~ she thought. But she answered, "I am Katalia." Her eyes filled with tears as she said "I do not know how I came here and the Southernling took me prisoner a day ago."
"If you promise not to run away Katalia I will let you go."
Katalia said, "I promise you I will not run away, Baragon son of Barathon."
After he had let her go he asked, "Where are you from?"
Again her eyes filled with tears as she replied, "Far, far away."
Baragon decided to not push her into talking anymore. He didn't like to see her upset and it was not his place to question her. That was Farimir's job.
As the two walked on Katalia felt at peace. She had escaped and now she was safe. "How old are you?" she asked after they had plodded on for a couple of minutes in silence.
"I'm 20." he said. "How old are you?"
"I'm 16. Are you surprised," she said as she looked at him for signs of astonishment. But she found none.
"No, I'm not surprised. When I took a good look at you I found that you are around the height of a twelve year old but your face looks older." he replied as he looked at her.
"Why thank you! Most people think I'm so young. It annoys me that they can't see that I am older." Just then they come upon the rest of Farimir's company. The battle was now over and all the Southernlings had been killed except one. He was on a Oliphant. As they call them in Middle Earth. "Who are they," she asked as they drew nearer and nearer to the men.
"This is the rest of Farimir's men. I am one of them." He replied.
Farimir came up to them. He said, "Baragon! I was wondering where you had gone. But who is this young lady?"
"Her name is Katalia. I saw her leave the Southernlings and decided to get her. She says she was their prisoner and judging by her face and her back and legs, I believe she is telling the truth."
"I too, believe she is telling the truth but, she will have to come with us and I will have to question her."
"Question on Lord Farimir. I will answer all your questions." Katalia said.
"I will question you all in good time my lady. But right now I can't I must question these two Hobbits first. Don't worry, I do not believe you are a bad person. It is my duty to question so question I must."
"Go ahead and question them. Just one thing," Katalia said.
"What is it?" asked Farimir.
"Don't call me lady. Please!"
"As you wish Katalia." He a an amused expression on. "Baragon go dress her wounds while I talk to the Hobbits I shoudn't be too long and then after I talk to Katalia we will go to Henneth Annun."
"Yes my lord." Baragon said.
He led her to a tree and started to dress her wounds. As he was dressing them he asked, "What do you think of Ithilien?"
"I think it is beautiful." she replied.
"You know it was taken over by HIM don't you?"
"Yes but it still is resisting his command to wither and grow ugly."
"Yes it is. It has only been taken for a couple of years now. I remember when it was still ours. It was even fairer then it is right now."
"Do you think we will win this war Baragon?" She asked for although she had read the books, she, for some reason, didn't remember what happened.
He stopped dressing her wounds for a second as he looked toward Mordor. His eyes were sad as he replied, "I don't know. I hope so. For if we lose, all good and beautiful things will be lost."
"I hope we win." Katalia said as her eyes filled with tears.
"Now, now don't worry" he said as he finished dressing her wounds. "All will come out as it should in the end."
"But what if it doesn't?" Katalia asked as her tears started falling freely.
Baragon held her close for a moment and said, "No crying. He hasn't taken over yet has he? Be happy all is not lost."
As she stopped crying she looked into his tender bright green eyes. She liked him, even though she had only met him that day. He was so kind. She whispered, "Thank you."
"No problem" he said as he let her go. Then in a teasing tone he added, "Don't you think that I have sisters who cry? It seems that all girls cry too much."
"Oh you meany!" she replied. "It's not like boys don't ever cry." she said in the same voice he had used.
"When have you ever seen a boy cry?"
Katalia was silent for a while. Finally she replied in a much saddened tone, "My brother had to fight to hold back the tears when he said his speech to all of us the night before they got married." She had to fight to hold back the tears when she said that. ~My family. Will I ever see them again?~ she thought.
He sensing that she was very sad was going to change the topic, when Farimir came back.
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Well how did you guys like it? I think it's the longest chapter I've written. Well review!
Namarie,
Katalia
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Henneth Annun...
As a man shot down another Southernling, he saw a person start to run away. He drew his bow ready to shot him down too. But just as he was about to let the arrow fly, he noticed that he didn't look like the rest of them. By this time most of them had been killed. He was running straight toward him so he decided to just capture him and see who he was.
As he neared he quickly went from his hiding place and jumped in front of him. The man struggled with him and got free. ~He will not go far, there are many more men here so if I don't catch him someone will.~ Just the same, he ran out after him. He soon caught up to him. ~This man can't run very fast~ he thought as he grabbed him from behind.
His hood had fallen back just as he had caught him. After he had stopped struggling he look at him. He was startled to see it was no man he was holding but a girl! His grip loosened. As he looked at her terrified face. She was so small. Judging from her height he decided she was around twelve and yet her face looked older then twelve. Her back and legs were cut with many wounds. ~What is a girl doing in Ithilien? Was she their prisoner?~ he thought. **********************************************************
Katalia looked up into his face her eyes full of tears and fear. She had tried to get free again, but it was no use. As she looked up into the face of her captor she was startled to find that he did not look like the men who had captured her before. He was not wearing black nor did his face look like one of them. His eyes were a bright green, they were not filled with hate like the other men. He had long dark brown hair. He was also taller and stronger then the other men that captured her.
"Who are you," she asked still afraid he might be someone bad.
"I am Baragon son of Barathon, soldier of Gondor."
~Gondor!~ she thought. As her face soon turned to one of happiness. ~He is a good guy.~
"May I asked who you are? Who have been wandering in Ithilien and been with the Southernlings?" he asked.
~So that's who they were~ she thought. But she answered, "I am Katalia." Her eyes filled with tears as she said "I do not know how I came here and the Southernling took me prisoner a day ago."
"If you promise not to run away Katalia I will let you go."
Katalia said, "I promise you I will not run away, Baragon son of Barathon."
After he had let her go he asked, "Where are you from?"
Again her eyes filled with tears as she replied, "Far, far away."
Baragon decided to not push her into talking anymore. He didn't like to see her upset and it was not his place to question her. That was Farimir's job.
As the two walked on Katalia felt at peace. She had escaped and now she was safe. "How old are you?" she asked after they had plodded on for a couple of minutes in silence.
"I'm 20." he said. "How old are you?"
"I'm 16. Are you surprised," she said as she looked at him for signs of astonishment. But she found none.
"No, I'm not surprised. When I took a good look at you I found that you are around the height of a twelve year old but your face looks older." he replied as he looked at her.
"Why thank you! Most people think I'm so young. It annoys me that they can't see that I am older." Just then they come upon the rest of Farimir's company. The battle was now over and all the Southernlings had been killed except one. He was on a Oliphant. As they call them in Middle Earth. "Who are they," she asked as they drew nearer and nearer to the men.
"This is the rest of Farimir's men. I am one of them." He replied.
Farimir came up to them. He said, "Baragon! I was wondering where you had gone. But who is this young lady?"
"Her name is Katalia. I saw her leave the Southernlings and decided to get her. She says she was their prisoner and judging by her face and her back and legs, I believe she is telling the truth."
"I too, believe she is telling the truth but, she will have to come with us and I will have to question her."
"Question on Lord Farimir. I will answer all your questions." Katalia said.
"I will question you all in good time my lady. But right now I can't I must question these two Hobbits first. Don't worry, I do not believe you are a bad person. It is my duty to question so question I must."
"Go ahead and question them. Just one thing," Katalia said.
"What is it?" asked Farimir.
"Don't call me lady. Please!"
"As you wish Katalia." He a an amused expression on. "Baragon go dress her wounds while I talk to the Hobbits I shoudn't be too long and then after I talk to Katalia we will go to Henneth Annun."
"Yes my lord." Baragon said.
He led her to a tree and started to dress her wounds. As he was dressing them he asked, "What do you think of Ithilien?"
"I think it is beautiful." she replied.
"You know it was taken over by HIM don't you?"
"Yes but it still is resisting his command to wither and grow ugly."
"Yes it is. It has only been taken for a couple of years now. I remember when it was still ours. It was even fairer then it is right now."
"Do you think we will win this war Baragon?" She asked for although she had read the books, she, for some reason, didn't remember what happened.
He stopped dressing her wounds for a second as he looked toward Mordor. His eyes were sad as he replied, "I don't know. I hope so. For if we lose, all good and beautiful things will be lost."
"I hope we win." Katalia said as her eyes filled with tears.
"Now, now don't worry" he said as he finished dressing her wounds. "All will come out as it should in the end."
"But what if it doesn't?" Katalia asked as her tears started falling freely.
Baragon held her close for a moment and said, "No crying. He hasn't taken over yet has he? Be happy all is not lost."
As she stopped crying she looked into his tender bright green eyes. She liked him, even though she had only met him that day. He was so kind. She whispered, "Thank you."
"No problem" he said as he let her go. Then in a teasing tone he added, "Don't you think that I have sisters who cry? It seems that all girls cry too much."
"Oh you meany!" she replied. "It's not like boys don't ever cry." she said in the same voice he had used.
"When have you ever seen a boy cry?"
Katalia was silent for a while. Finally she replied in a much saddened tone, "My brother had to fight to hold back the tears when he said his speech to all of us the night before they got married." She had to fight to hold back the tears when she said that. ~My family. Will I ever see them again?~ she thought.
He sensing that she was very sad was going to change the topic, when Farimir came back.
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Well how did you guys like it? I think it's the longest chapter I've written. Well review!
Namarie,
Katalia