Disclaimer: Okay, must I really tell you people that I don't own LotR? I
mean come on! Yeah, I am like 100 years old and I'm a man! Please! So.I
don't own LotR, I just like it a lot!!!!!
Chapter Four
The light crackle of the fire filled the silent air. The moon was hardly seen for the looming trees hid any light from comforting the four travelers.
Maeg bundled in the thin blanket Gimli had loaned her, for he was the first to keep watch. She tried to still her wavering heart, but her memories clouded about her, bringing plaintive tears to her closed eyes. Enough nonsense! Maeg scolded herself, sniffling into the blanket to muffle the sound. You must sleep; otherwise you will be like a drunkard trying to get home in the middle of the night!
With a small shudder, Maeg wriggled closer to the fire, and dozed into the welcoming darkness that provided rest.
Gimli sat stock-still, his rigid back to the warm flames. His pudgy fingers slowly, lovingly slid down the sharp, shiny edge of his axe.
The leaves upon the trees rippled; the only sound which was heard in the thick blackness.
His black eyes slowly rose to the menacing trees, his heart slowing. "I am not about to use this upon your strong roots, so just keep that in mind," Gimli mumbled to the trees half-heartedly, before he reverted his eyes forward.
Gimli gasped, the air getting caught in his throat causing him to stumble over a root which seemed to have leapt from the ground.
Legolas jumped up at the horrible thud which Gimli had caused, and raised his bow without thought. "Gimli, what is going on?" Legolas asked, following Gimli's trembling hand to a tall figure standing before them.
Aragorn, who had awoken as well, walked over to Gimli and kneeled next to him, in effort to help him. His grey eyes studied the figure before he found his voice. "Please come and join us by the fire if you are cold, sir," Aragorn said, his voice deep and caring. The tall man was dressed in large white robes, and a pointy hat topped his head, which kept his face from being visible.
Slowly, Maeg sat up, watching the figure as she listened to Aragorn's soothing voice. Fear caught her heart when she thought of the strange man sitting with them; but her worries were suddenly dashed away when the man suddenly disappeared from their sight.
Maeg gasped quietly, pulling the blanket closer about her as though it would protect her. Her heart fluttered with anxiety and her palms shook. What could this foretell?
Aragorn looked about him, trying to find some trace of the old man before them, but he could not find anything, not even a boot print in the ground, which unsettled Gimli. "I say it could have been a ghost! A ghost of Saruman!" Gimli exclaimed, his voice wavering slightly. He held onto his axe more tightly, wringing his hands about it in comfort. "It could not have been Saruman's ghost, for he is not dead," Legolas muttered, trying to ease Gimli's nerves. The fire was suffocating, and the light was getting dim. "But it could have been Saruman himself!" Aragorn proclaimed, returning to the dying fire to ring back the energy.
Maeg watched Aragorn's movements as she trembled in the bitter cold. Her thoughts whirled about her, remembering the stories she had heard and the truth about them. How could all this be, how could this Evil rise again in such terror. Maeg's heart trembled within her as she tried to figure out these foreign concepts. "Isn't Saruman supposed to be on our side?" Maeg asked, her voice sounding stronger than what she felt.
Aragorn suddenly looked up, forgetting that she had been there. His eyes clouded over and he sighed heavily as if a great weight had been bestowed upon his sagging shoulders. "What do you know of Saruman?" Aragorn answered with a question, his brows lifting slightly.
Maeg suddenly felt put on the spot. Her cheeks reddened and her throat closed with embarrassment. "Well." Maeg stammered. She rolled her eyes, mentally kicking herself for being so childish. "I know, from stories of course, that he is the great White Wizard, one of the most powerful." Maeg began, picking her brain for the details from her childhood. "And that he is the head of the Counsel of Wizards," Maeg stumbled, for that was all she knew. Her eyes searched Aragorn's. "You are correct," Aragorn muttered, sitting back on his calves. "But the power that Sauron will have, if he gets the Ring, is what has made Saruman stumble. He trusts Sauron's word, and we should know, from the past, that he is not to be trusted."
Maeg listened to Aragorn's soft voice as it soothed her weary body. His voice contained warmth and protection, and Maeg felt confidence from his spirit as she comprehended his words. "So you are telling me that Saruman, the Great Wizard, is now against us because of his own greed?" Maeg asked, her voice weak, her heart thudding within her rib cage.
Aragorn's grey eyes told of the truth which Maeg had been afraid to hear, and her breath heaved out slowly. "I am afraid that all that is true," Gimli mumbled, his eyes still straying toward the tree which had housed the mysterious figure in white.
Maeg looked into the dark trees, wondering if they were safe. Aragorn seemed to have read her thoughts, for he spoke with a deep voice. "We shall not be safe here for much longer, if that truly was Saruman, so we must be on our guard as we rest," "Aragorn!" Legolas called with a weary voice. He trotted from behind a large tree in which they had tied their horses. His head was hung low, his steps slow and distressing. Legolas' eyes grew wide, and Aragorn stood quickly. "What is it?" "The horses, they have gone, stakes and all," Legolas muttered, his voice conjuring hopelessness. "The magic of Saruman!" Gimli whispered desperately, his head snapping up, his axe in hand. Aragorn turned to Gimli, his hand slowly rising. "I must say your words could be true, so let us rest for a couple more hours, and then we shall be off," Aragorn said, his eyes going from Legolas to Gimli for confirmation. "Yes, that is the best thing to do," Legolas agreed, walking stealthily back to the fire. He gracefully lowered his body toward the ground and put his head upon his hands. "I shall keep watch, Gimli, you rest," Aragorn ordered lovingly, as he sat upon a large tree root which stuck up out of the earth. He pulled out his long pipe and lit if before he began puffing and blowing designs from the mystical smoke.
Maeg studied Aragorn's slouched form. Her heart fluttered at the way his long, greasy brown hair cascaded down his broad shoulders and hid part of his masculine face from view. Her heart suddenly ached. He reminds me so much of Donanto.his hair, his strong features.his compassion. tears blurred her vision, making the tall Ranger seem like a brown pudding.
Slowly Maeg closed her heavy lids and obeyed the urge to relax her rigid body.
Aragorn puffed on his pipe, thinking of the strange man. Could that have been Saruman? Will we make it to Edoras before Maeg delivers? Oh wise Gandalf, how I desire for you to speak your words of wisdom, for I do not know the future.
Sighing heavily, Aragorn stole a timid glance to the small, and yet large, body of the sleeping dame. Her golden hair, like wheat in a sea of gold, covered her neck, and her hands lovingly rested on her large stomach.
Her face looks so at peace.
Maeg stirred slightly. Aragorn reverted his eyes quickly to the scene before him, his face warming. What is wrong with you? Aragorn scolded himself. She is just woman.she is not the one you love.
Aragorn listened to his thoughts and glanced to the sleeping dame, his mind whirling with confusion.
***A/N: Well, I must say I was very surprised this came from my mind; I didn't know I could be so romantic! Hehe! So, what do ya think people? Review!
Chapter Four
The light crackle of the fire filled the silent air. The moon was hardly seen for the looming trees hid any light from comforting the four travelers.
Maeg bundled in the thin blanket Gimli had loaned her, for he was the first to keep watch. She tried to still her wavering heart, but her memories clouded about her, bringing plaintive tears to her closed eyes. Enough nonsense! Maeg scolded herself, sniffling into the blanket to muffle the sound. You must sleep; otherwise you will be like a drunkard trying to get home in the middle of the night!
With a small shudder, Maeg wriggled closer to the fire, and dozed into the welcoming darkness that provided rest.
Gimli sat stock-still, his rigid back to the warm flames. His pudgy fingers slowly, lovingly slid down the sharp, shiny edge of his axe.
The leaves upon the trees rippled; the only sound which was heard in the thick blackness.
His black eyes slowly rose to the menacing trees, his heart slowing. "I am not about to use this upon your strong roots, so just keep that in mind," Gimli mumbled to the trees half-heartedly, before he reverted his eyes forward.
Gimli gasped, the air getting caught in his throat causing him to stumble over a root which seemed to have leapt from the ground.
Legolas jumped up at the horrible thud which Gimli had caused, and raised his bow without thought. "Gimli, what is going on?" Legolas asked, following Gimli's trembling hand to a tall figure standing before them.
Aragorn, who had awoken as well, walked over to Gimli and kneeled next to him, in effort to help him. His grey eyes studied the figure before he found his voice. "Please come and join us by the fire if you are cold, sir," Aragorn said, his voice deep and caring. The tall man was dressed in large white robes, and a pointy hat topped his head, which kept his face from being visible.
Slowly, Maeg sat up, watching the figure as she listened to Aragorn's soothing voice. Fear caught her heart when she thought of the strange man sitting with them; but her worries were suddenly dashed away when the man suddenly disappeared from their sight.
Maeg gasped quietly, pulling the blanket closer about her as though it would protect her. Her heart fluttered with anxiety and her palms shook. What could this foretell?
Aragorn looked about him, trying to find some trace of the old man before them, but he could not find anything, not even a boot print in the ground, which unsettled Gimli. "I say it could have been a ghost! A ghost of Saruman!" Gimli exclaimed, his voice wavering slightly. He held onto his axe more tightly, wringing his hands about it in comfort. "It could not have been Saruman's ghost, for he is not dead," Legolas muttered, trying to ease Gimli's nerves. The fire was suffocating, and the light was getting dim. "But it could have been Saruman himself!" Aragorn proclaimed, returning to the dying fire to ring back the energy.
Maeg watched Aragorn's movements as she trembled in the bitter cold. Her thoughts whirled about her, remembering the stories she had heard and the truth about them. How could all this be, how could this Evil rise again in such terror. Maeg's heart trembled within her as she tried to figure out these foreign concepts. "Isn't Saruman supposed to be on our side?" Maeg asked, her voice sounding stronger than what she felt.
Aragorn suddenly looked up, forgetting that she had been there. His eyes clouded over and he sighed heavily as if a great weight had been bestowed upon his sagging shoulders. "What do you know of Saruman?" Aragorn answered with a question, his brows lifting slightly.
Maeg suddenly felt put on the spot. Her cheeks reddened and her throat closed with embarrassment. "Well." Maeg stammered. She rolled her eyes, mentally kicking herself for being so childish. "I know, from stories of course, that he is the great White Wizard, one of the most powerful." Maeg began, picking her brain for the details from her childhood. "And that he is the head of the Counsel of Wizards," Maeg stumbled, for that was all she knew. Her eyes searched Aragorn's. "You are correct," Aragorn muttered, sitting back on his calves. "But the power that Sauron will have, if he gets the Ring, is what has made Saruman stumble. He trusts Sauron's word, and we should know, from the past, that he is not to be trusted."
Maeg listened to Aragorn's soft voice as it soothed her weary body. His voice contained warmth and protection, and Maeg felt confidence from his spirit as she comprehended his words. "So you are telling me that Saruman, the Great Wizard, is now against us because of his own greed?" Maeg asked, her voice weak, her heart thudding within her rib cage.
Aragorn's grey eyes told of the truth which Maeg had been afraid to hear, and her breath heaved out slowly. "I am afraid that all that is true," Gimli mumbled, his eyes still straying toward the tree which had housed the mysterious figure in white.
Maeg looked into the dark trees, wondering if they were safe. Aragorn seemed to have read her thoughts, for he spoke with a deep voice. "We shall not be safe here for much longer, if that truly was Saruman, so we must be on our guard as we rest," "Aragorn!" Legolas called with a weary voice. He trotted from behind a large tree in which they had tied their horses. His head was hung low, his steps slow and distressing. Legolas' eyes grew wide, and Aragorn stood quickly. "What is it?" "The horses, they have gone, stakes and all," Legolas muttered, his voice conjuring hopelessness. "The magic of Saruman!" Gimli whispered desperately, his head snapping up, his axe in hand. Aragorn turned to Gimli, his hand slowly rising. "I must say your words could be true, so let us rest for a couple more hours, and then we shall be off," Aragorn said, his eyes going from Legolas to Gimli for confirmation. "Yes, that is the best thing to do," Legolas agreed, walking stealthily back to the fire. He gracefully lowered his body toward the ground and put his head upon his hands. "I shall keep watch, Gimli, you rest," Aragorn ordered lovingly, as he sat upon a large tree root which stuck up out of the earth. He pulled out his long pipe and lit if before he began puffing and blowing designs from the mystical smoke.
Maeg studied Aragorn's slouched form. Her heart fluttered at the way his long, greasy brown hair cascaded down his broad shoulders and hid part of his masculine face from view. Her heart suddenly ached. He reminds me so much of Donanto.his hair, his strong features.his compassion. tears blurred her vision, making the tall Ranger seem like a brown pudding.
Slowly Maeg closed her heavy lids and obeyed the urge to relax her rigid body.
Aragorn puffed on his pipe, thinking of the strange man. Could that have been Saruman? Will we make it to Edoras before Maeg delivers? Oh wise Gandalf, how I desire for you to speak your words of wisdom, for I do not know the future.
Sighing heavily, Aragorn stole a timid glance to the small, and yet large, body of the sleeping dame. Her golden hair, like wheat in a sea of gold, covered her neck, and her hands lovingly rested on her large stomach.
Her face looks so at peace.
Maeg stirred slightly. Aragorn reverted his eyes quickly to the scene before him, his face warming. What is wrong with you? Aragorn scolded himself. She is just woman.she is not the one you love.
Aragorn listened to his thoughts and glanced to the sleeping dame, his mind whirling with confusion.
***A/N: Well, I must say I was very surprised this came from my mind; I didn't know I could be so romantic! Hehe! So, what do ya think people? Review!