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A/N: hey guys! Sorry it took me years to update...I have so much stuff going on I can't keep track of it all.*sighs*. I know no one reads my stories any way but I think you should enjoy this chapter. (Details are much better! lol)
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Chapter 2: A Whole New World:
When Claire opened her eyes to day and the bluest sky she had ever seen. The scent of wild flowers drifted on a light breeze and as she sat up she did not recognize where she was at all. She looked out upon a huge open field with gently rolling hills and a mountain range horizon peaked with the light pinks and purples of morning.
As she scanned the beautiful landscape Claire realized with more than just her eyes that she was no longer in the woods of New England. The grass was much softer than any of that she had ever found on earth, the sky was to clear and blue, greatly unlike that of the smog filled grey one of New England and the breeze was far too clean and fresh, it was not tainted by the chemical producing factories that released so much pollution into the air. Even though she had every right to be nervous, Claire remained calm. She could sense it; something in the wind spoke of peaceful times and better things to come, things that could not be found in the real world.
"I don't think we're in Kansas any more." She remarked to no one while she watched a flock of hugely enormous eagles fly over head, their gold and yellow feathers glimmering in the mid morning sun. They headed for the mountain range in the distance and as the dark of their shadows passed over her she remembered how she had come to arrive in this place, or at least where she was before everything went black. Turning around to look at the cave from which she came Claire's eyes were met with nothing but another beautiful panoramic view of rolling hills edged with a mountainous horizon that seemed to be brimming with trees, and met a now brilliantly blue sky. Well, I guess I'm stuck here...it could be worse, right? In all actuality she was happy to not be home. She did not want to face Charlie, she wanted to be released of all responsibilities that life forced on her and now that she had what she wanted Claire had no intentions of attempting to find her way back. Coming to the decision that she should find some shelter so she did not have to spend the night out in the open if it started to rain, she stood up. Stretching her legs felt so good so she took a moment to let that wonderful feeling surge through her whole body. Raising her arms into the air and leaning back to extend the muscles of her torso in what she thought of as the stretch of the century. It released all the tight muscles that coursed her body and when she finished it made her feel weak, as though she had put all of her energy into that one stretch. She groaned her appreciation and wobbled back and forth for a moment before she wiped off her blue jeans and straightened her white blouse. She adjusted the straps of her very uncomfortable brazier and tied up her long auburn hair. Taking a deep breath, Claire then began walking in the direction from which the wind blew, letting it penetrate her entire being, telling her all of its stories and bearing promises of things long since forgotten by the people of modern times.
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Sun light streamed in through the window to splash on the flag stone floor as Eldarion strode down the halls of the palace to his fathers room, his tall black boots clicking on the floor and his magnificent crimson cloak flowing behind him. His shoulder length dirty blonde hair trembled with every step that he took and his muscles tensed under his loose shirt with the thought of what had happened. Out side he could hear all the sounds of the people bustling about their business. It showed in his crystal blue eyes that he was clearly concerned and desperately needed to speak with his father. As he neared the large wooden door that led to his fathers room Eldarion showed no signs of slowing down but instead he just pushed all of his weight in to opening the heavy door and stormed into the chamber.
Aragorn, now old and weathered, looked up from the map he had lying on a table in the main room of his chambers. His once dark hair was now a stone grey but his eyes still shone with all the brightness of the stars. He had not expected to see his son in such a tensed mood but he remained calm, deciding that he would find out soon enough what was going on. He adjusted his cream colored tunic and straightened out his back, braced himself and watched as his son came up to the end of the table and stand there looking like he had something very important to say. "Hello Eldarion, what can I do for you. You seem tense." He smiled to himself, knowing that his calmness would get quite a rise out of his often very serious son. Eldarion seeing that his state of emergency amused his father was not at all eased by his attempt at comedic relief.
"Father, the Neu (knee-you) have invaded the forest surrounding the tower at Isengard."
His father knew of the beasts, humans that had been mutated in to horrid creatures of all types, snarling angry creatures that hunted people and fed off the fear they instilled in their prey. Eldarion saw the smile disappear from his father's withered face and watched as his eyes filled with the same worry and concern that Aragorn had seen when Eldarion first came to see him. Aragorn slumped back down in to the soft cushioned chair that was standing behind him, his tunic filling with a rush of air and settling softly on the top of his skin. His gaze drifted to the open window to the left of the table, the sun was setting now causing long dark shadows to descend across the land and crawl into the room. After a moment of pondering Aragorn looked up at his son, he knew what he had to do although it would mean putting many at risk. Eldarion also knew what his father had in mind, it would be very difficult to defeat these creatures but Aragorn was not one to give up his home so easily. With out saying a word Eldarion bowed to his father, strands of his dirty blonde hair tumbling to the sides of face casting dramatic shadows across his handsome chiseled features. Aragorn knew he did not have to say anything and with that allowed Eldarion to leave so he could begin preparing for the battle that lay ahead.
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A/N: how was it? Leave a review telling me what you think...I am open to anything as long as I know some one is there reading it. I know it is a little slow going but I promise it will get better. Bye then.
A/N: hey guys! Sorry it took me years to update...I have so much stuff going on I can't keep track of it all.*sighs*. I know no one reads my stories any way but I think you should enjoy this chapter. (Details are much better! lol)
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Chapter 2: A Whole New World:
When Claire opened her eyes to day and the bluest sky she had ever seen. The scent of wild flowers drifted on a light breeze and as she sat up she did not recognize where she was at all. She looked out upon a huge open field with gently rolling hills and a mountain range horizon peaked with the light pinks and purples of morning.
As she scanned the beautiful landscape Claire realized with more than just her eyes that she was no longer in the woods of New England. The grass was much softer than any of that she had ever found on earth, the sky was to clear and blue, greatly unlike that of the smog filled grey one of New England and the breeze was far too clean and fresh, it was not tainted by the chemical producing factories that released so much pollution into the air. Even though she had every right to be nervous, Claire remained calm. She could sense it; something in the wind spoke of peaceful times and better things to come, things that could not be found in the real world.
"I don't think we're in Kansas any more." She remarked to no one while she watched a flock of hugely enormous eagles fly over head, their gold and yellow feathers glimmering in the mid morning sun. They headed for the mountain range in the distance and as the dark of their shadows passed over her she remembered how she had come to arrive in this place, or at least where she was before everything went black. Turning around to look at the cave from which she came Claire's eyes were met with nothing but another beautiful panoramic view of rolling hills edged with a mountainous horizon that seemed to be brimming with trees, and met a now brilliantly blue sky. Well, I guess I'm stuck here...it could be worse, right? In all actuality she was happy to not be home. She did not want to face Charlie, she wanted to be released of all responsibilities that life forced on her and now that she had what she wanted Claire had no intentions of attempting to find her way back. Coming to the decision that she should find some shelter so she did not have to spend the night out in the open if it started to rain, she stood up. Stretching her legs felt so good so she took a moment to let that wonderful feeling surge through her whole body. Raising her arms into the air and leaning back to extend the muscles of her torso in what she thought of as the stretch of the century. It released all the tight muscles that coursed her body and when she finished it made her feel weak, as though she had put all of her energy into that one stretch. She groaned her appreciation and wobbled back and forth for a moment before she wiped off her blue jeans and straightened her white blouse. She adjusted the straps of her very uncomfortable brazier and tied up her long auburn hair. Taking a deep breath, Claire then began walking in the direction from which the wind blew, letting it penetrate her entire being, telling her all of its stories and bearing promises of things long since forgotten by the people of modern times.
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Sun light streamed in through the window to splash on the flag stone floor as Eldarion strode down the halls of the palace to his fathers room, his tall black boots clicking on the floor and his magnificent crimson cloak flowing behind him. His shoulder length dirty blonde hair trembled with every step that he took and his muscles tensed under his loose shirt with the thought of what had happened. Out side he could hear all the sounds of the people bustling about their business. It showed in his crystal blue eyes that he was clearly concerned and desperately needed to speak with his father. As he neared the large wooden door that led to his fathers room Eldarion showed no signs of slowing down but instead he just pushed all of his weight in to opening the heavy door and stormed into the chamber.
Aragorn, now old and weathered, looked up from the map he had lying on a table in the main room of his chambers. His once dark hair was now a stone grey but his eyes still shone with all the brightness of the stars. He had not expected to see his son in such a tensed mood but he remained calm, deciding that he would find out soon enough what was going on. He adjusted his cream colored tunic and straightened out his back, braced himself and watched as his son came up to the end of the table and stand there looking like he had something very important to say. "Hello Eldarion, what can I do for you. You seem tense." He smiled to himself, knowing that his calmness would get quite a rise out of his often very serious son. Eldarion seeing that his state of emergency amused his father was not at all eased by his attempt at comedic relief.
"Father, the Neu (knee-you) have invaded the forest surrounding the tower at Isengard."
His father knew of the beasts, humans that had been mutated in to horrid creatures of all types, snarling angry creatures that hunted people and fed off the fear they instilled in their prey. Eldarion saw the smile disappear from his father's withered face and watched as his eyes filled with the same worry and concern that Aragorn had seen when Eldarion first came to see him. Aragorn slumped back down in to the soft cushioned chair that was standing behind him, his tunic filling with a rush of air and settling softly on the top of his skin. His gaze drifted to the open window to the left of the table, the sun was setting now causing long dark shadows to descend across the land and crawl into the room. After a moment of pondering Aragorn looked up at his son, he knew what he had to do although it would mean putting many at risk. Eldarion also knew what his father had in mind, it would be very difficult to defeat these creatures but Aragorn was not one to give up his home so easily. With out saying a word Eldarion bowed to his father, strands of his dirty blonde hair tumbling to the sides of face casting dramatic shadows across his handsome chiseled features. Aragorn knew he did not have to say anything and with that allowed Eldarion to leave so he could begin preparing for the battle that lay ahead.
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A/N: how was it? Leave a review telling me what you think...I am open to anything as long as I know some one is there reading it. I know it is a little slow going but I promise it will get better. Bye then.