Author's note – this is movie-verse, for reasons that will become apparent
later on. There are spoilers for RotK, but if you haven't seen it yet,
where have you been?
Lord of the Rings and it's characters belong to Tolkien, and any lines and events from the films belong to Peter Jackson and New Line Cinema. I own very little, except the excuse for a plot ;)
Don't kill me if the lines or events or actions from the film aren't right – it's from memory!
A World of Dreams : Chapter Two
Faramir, Captain of Gondor, closed his eyes and opened his ears to the world. Breathing slowly and deeply, in then out. In. Out. He calmed his mind, banishing thoughts of fear and dread. He concentrated only on breathing... and listening.
Separating out the quiet voices of the men around him, he quickly dismissed their murmurings and extended further into his range. He had an inkling, a thought. Would the Orcs attack tonight?
There! His eyes flickered open momentarily, and he lost his concentration. Slipping swiftly back in, he searched for the sound once more... and found it.
A splashing of water, a clumsy oar.
He stood, swiftly. "To the river. Quick!" he commanded in a whisper.
They ran for the shore, as silent as the footsteps of Elves, grasping spears, hiding behind walls, keeping out of sight of the boats. Men groggy with fatigue, grasping their last strands of strength, desperate not to fall.
Sword drawn, Faramir sheltered briefly against a wall, gathering his calm once more, readying for battle. He heard the scrapings of the first boat hit the shore, an Orcish voice commanding his followers to 'Draw swords!'
He heard the clank as the ramps dropped, the first footstep of an Orc treading on Osgiliath soil. Faramir leaned closer to the wall as the Orcs passed, holding onto these last precious moments before the bloodshed began. He exchanged glances with his men, took a last, deep breath...
And they charged.
Can you ever understand? Understand what it is to be always hated, always feared. To have no one able to look upon your face without recoiling from the perversion that you are. To be even as a tiny child, yet be treated as the greatest evil. The greatest beast. The greatest sorrow.
To walk amongst your own kind, who are not your own kind. To be treated with aloof kindness. To be whispered of, denied friendship, compassion, love.
To know love, and have it taken from you. To have seen the Lady of the Light, then be robbed of her, betrayed by her, banished by her.
To be forsaken, forgotten, failed. To be only the Shadow, and never the Light.
No more will they try. No more will the Light overcome the Shadow. The Shadow will devour the Light.
Should she be abandoned? Because the Shadow burns in her?
Yes.
Because it may take her, she must be lost. The cost is too much, should she fall. We cannot help her.
Should we not try?
There can be no try. She cannot be saved. She is already lost.
No. There is one yet who can save her.
But he is gone. He deceived her long ago.
He deceived only himself. His love has never died. It never will. He is the Light that will shine in the darkness.
'She is already lost.'
The words still cut into her, though it was a hundred generations of Men since she had heard that voice. That deep, musical voice. That cruel, slicing voice of Celeborn. She had turned after those words. She had already strayed too long at the Mirror of Galadriel.
And on that night, she had fled Lothlorien, and had retreated into Shadow. The embracing, forgiving, forgetful Shadow. And now she was Shadow's servant.
Shadow's servant sent to fight alongside Gothmog. That worm. That vile, disgusting worm. If she could but grasp him in her hands, feel the life streaming through her fingers...
But Shadow had sent her, and she must obey.
Feedback is welcome, so please read and review!
Thank you's for Chapter One...
hands hyperactive forever a bushel of cookies
Thanks Sweet A.K, when I have more, I'd love you to beta-read!
Darth T-Rex, I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I now have a plan, and it should be going better.
It has been suggested tat perhaps using large excerpts from the movie is not a good idea. What do you think? They won't feature too prominently after the first few chapters, but I would appreciate your opinions.
Also, does anyone know how to get italics? Because for the middle, dream- like sequences, I would like for them to be in italics.
Lord of the Rings and it's characters belong to Tolkien, and any lines and events from the films belong to Peter Jackson and New Line Cinema. I own very little, except the excuse for a plot ;)
Don't kill me if the lines or events or actions from the film aren't right – it's from memory!
A World of Dreams : Chapter Two
Faramir, Captain of Gondor, closed his eyes and opened his ears to the world. Breathing slowly and deeply, in then out. In. Out. He calmed his mind, banishing thoughts of fear and dread. He concentrated only on breathing... and listening.
Separating out the quiet voices of the men around him, he quickly dismissed their murmurings and extended further into his range. He had an inkling, a thought. Would the Orcs attack tonight?
There! His eyes flickered open momentarily, and he lost his concentration. Slipping swiftly back in, he searched for the sound once more... and found it.
A splashing of water, a clumsy oar.
He stood, swiftly. "To the river. Quick!" he commanded in a whisper.
They ran for the shore, as silent as the footsteps of Elves, grasping spears, hiding behind walls, keeping out of sight of the boats. Men groggy with fatigue, grasping their last strands of strength, desperate not to fall.
Sword drawn, Faramir sheltered briefly against a wall, gathering his calm once more, readying for battle. He heard the scrapings of the first boat hit the shore, an Orcish voice commanding his followers to 'Draw swords!'
He heard the clank as the ramps dropped, the first footstep of an Orc treading on Osgiliath soil. Faramir leaned closer to the wall as the Orcs passed, holding onto these last precious moments before the bloodshed began. He exchanged glances with his men, took a last, deep breath...
And they charged.
Can you ever understand? Understand what it is to be always hated, always feared. To have no one able to look upon your face without recoiling from the perversion that you are. To be even as a tiny child, yet be treated as the greatest evil. The greatest beast. The greatest sorrow.
To walk amongst your own kind, who are not your own kind. To be treated with aloof kindness. To be whispered of, denied friendship, compassion, love.
To know love, and have it taken from you. To have seen the Lady of the Light, then be robbed of her, betrayed by her, banished by her.
To be forsaken, forgotten, failed. To be only the Shadow, and never the Light.
No more will they try. No more will the Light overcome the Shadow. The Shadow will devour the Light.
Should she be abandoned? Because the Shadow burns in her?
Yes.
Because it may take her, she must be lost. The cost is too much, should she fall. We cannot help her.
Should we not try?
There can be no try. She cannot be saved. She is already lost.
No. There is one yet who can save her.
But he is gone. He deceived her long ago.
He deceived only himself. His love has never died. It never will. He is the Light that will shine in the darkness.
'She is already lost.'
The words still cut into her, though it was a hundred generations of Men since she had heard that voice. That deep, musical voice. That cruel, slicing voice of Celeborn. She had turned after those words. She had already strayed too long at the Mirror of Galadriel.
And on that night, she had fled Lothlorien, and had retreated into Shadow. The embracing, forgiving, forgetful Shadow. And now she was Shadow's servant.
Shadow's servant sent to fight alongside Gothmog. That worm. That vile, disgusting worm. If she could but grasp him in her hands, feel the life streaming through her fingers...
But Shadow had sent her, and she must obey.
Feedback is welcome, so please read and review!
Thank you's for Chapter One...
hands hyperactive forever a bushel of cookies
Thanks Sweet A.K, when I have more, I'd love you to beta-read!
Darth T-Rex, I'm sorry it took so long to update, but I now have a plan, and it should be going better.
It has been suggested tat perhaps using large excerpts from the movie is not a good idea. What do you think? They won't feature too prominently after the first few chapters, but I would appreciate your opinions.
Also, does anyone know how to get italics? Because for the middle, dream- like sequences, I would like for them to be in italics.