Disclaimer: If I owned either LotR or Gundam Wing(or Dragon Knights, for
that matter), do you think I would be writing about them? No. If I was,
would this fic be pg-13? No. It would not be. Hence, I don't own them.
***
October 24, at the base of Mt. Mindolluin
"I asked, but you never spoke your name."
The younger man looked up, startled, "Trowa, sir." He slowed the pace of
his horse to match the other soldier's.
"Trowa," The soldier took a long look at this new addition to Lord
Faramir's company. Taking in his chestnut brown hair, oddly styled to fall
over one eye, fair complexion and single visible eye glinting green, he
nodded his approval.
"True soldier. Not afraid of a fight. Unlike some of the others you see
around." He scoffed. "But you seem different. I can see why Faramir
chose you to fight under him. Different." He grinned and stuck his hand
out. "Surname's not important, I go by Huan."
Trowa shook the soldier's hand. "As in hound?"
The older man beamed. "Smart as well! That's right, hound. I was the
best fighter around in my day, and I'm still rearing for a brawl. A dogfight,
if you'll excuse the pun."
Trowa allowed a small smile, "Pun excused."
Huan let out a roar of laughter, "Good lad! That's the spirit we need
around here! Look at all these deadbones," He gestured around them, at
the other riders. "No sense of humor! None of them seem to understand
that when riding off to your possible demise, you need to stay light
hearted. No sense in dying of fright before the battle!" He ran his hands
through his light gray hair, "No sense in all!" He turned back towards the
younger soldier. "Trowa! Where are you from in Gondor?"
"The Barton family, sir."
"Barton...Leia Barton?"
"Aunt Leia."
"Ah. Pretty thing. Kind, too. Sweet daughter. Mariemaia her name?"
Trowa looked at him strangely, "Mariemaia? Sweet? I don't belive we are
thinking of the same girl."
Huan laughed at his answer. "Answered like a true cousin. I had a
younger cousin when I was a lad. Horrible girl. Put trout in my woolies."
He made a face of extreme disgust, "Everyone else loved her, however."
He sighed, "Relatives. Awful creatures."
He brightened up considerably at an old memory. "I got back at her,
though. Told her father she had been smoking his best pipeweed." He
smiled from ear to ear. "She screamed so loud you could hear it a mile
away! Those were good times! Good times!"
"You remind me of someone." Trowa remarked, liking the older man's
carefree attitude and jovial manner.
"Really? Who?" He asked curiously. "Someone back home?"
"Yes. Ever hear of Duo Maxwell?"
"Duo..." Huan furrowed his brow in concentration, "No, can't say I have. A
ladylove?"
Trowa bit back a laugh at this thought, "No, a friend of mine. His brother
is one of the Guard of the Citadel, a captain. Solo Maxwell?"
"Ah, Solo! Nice boy. Maxwell is an important family," He remarked, "Old,
high ranking, almost all dead."
He sighed, "I remember when the line was stronger."
Shaking his head, he continued, "But I remind you of Duo, do I? I
remember him now. Right old rascal, he is. A thief, but a good thief. Good
boy."
Trowa grinned at him, deciding that he was right in liking him. "I'll agree
with that."
"You do, do you?" Huan chuckled. "Well, then I suppose I will have to
agree with your comment, then. I remind you of Duo? Well, that's
accurate enough. We both have the same impulsive nature, I suppose."
Trowa opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment, Faramir
turned around.
"Huan!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Take ten men and head to the southeast, then follow along the Anduin.
Be at the mouth of the River Erul by sunrise tomorrow. Hurry!"
Huan saluted and Faramir sped off to see that the rest of his orders were
being carried out.
Huan gave a lopsided grin, weathered face looking down on Trowa. "Well,
Trowa, if this is goodbye, I hope I will not be forgotten."
Trowa smiled back, "I'll see you on the ride home."
The older man's face brightened, "That's the spirit, lad!" He turned and
drove his horse away, "Goodbye--but not for good!" With a final bark of
laughter, he disappeared in the crowd.
Trowa turned his attention back to the road, inwardly laughing at the
other soldier's antics, but appearing calm and grim as he traveled along.
***
As the company slowly separated according to Faramir's commands, the
few men still traveling with him became more and more restless. Trowa
kicked his horse into a trot, sending him speeding ahead to the near front
of the remaining men. His ears picked up snippets of conversation, all
about the war ahead or the home behind.
"...Never came, that's why we are so few. If King Theoden would send
just a few thousand..."
"...Girl back home. I doubt if I'll ever see her again..."
"...Deadly. Wouldn't wonder if they use poison on them arrows..."
"...Always, I think. The sun shines less and less nowadays, an ill omen it
seems..."
"...My family already, I know you do too..."
He was just about to tune it all out, when suddenly, he heard another
voice.
"Hello? Hello? Who are you? Where are you?" A female. He looked
around, but after neither seeing her, nor the others taking notice of her,
he looked straight ahead, same as before.
Only now, he was concentrating on not falling off his horse in case he had
fallen asleep.
"Are you there? Excuse me, but who are you?"
There it was again. Firmly convinced that it was a dream, Trowa did not
answer.
"Hello? Who are you? Can you understand me?" There was an
exasperated sigh, then, "Can you speak?"
After another short pause, the voice continued. "I'm Midii. Midii Une." She
took a breath, as if to say more, then there was silence. The voice had
vanished.
Trowa shook himself and sat up straight in his saddle.
"What in all of Middle Earth was that?" He murmured to himself, stroking
the horse's neck.
"What was that about?"
***
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***
October 24, at the base of Mt. Mindolluin
"I asked, but you never spoke your name."
The younger man looked up, startled, "Trowa, sir." He slowed the pace of
his horse to match the other soldier's.
"Trowa," The soldier took a long look at this new addition to Lord
Faramir's company. Taking in his chestnut brown hair, oddly styled to fall
over one eye, fair complexion and single visible eye glinting green, he
nodded his approval.
"True soldier. Not afraid of a fight. Unlike some of the others you see
around." He scoffed. "But you seem different. I can see why Faramir
chose you to fight under him. Different." He grinned and stuck his hand
out. "Surname's not important, I go by Huan."
Trowa shook the soldier's hand. "As in hound?"
The older man beamed. "Smart as well! That's right, hound. I was the
best fighter around in my day, and I'm still rearing for a brawl. A dogfight,
if you'll excuse the pun."
Trowa allowed a small smile, "Pun excused."
Huan let out a roar of laughter, "Good lad! That's the spirit we need
around here! Look at all these deadbones," He gestured around them, at
the other riders. "No sense of humor! None of them seem to understand
that when riding off to your possible demise, you need to stay light
hearted. No sense in dying of fright before the battle!" He ran his hands
through his light gray hair, "No sense in all!" He turned back towards the
younger soldier. "Trowa! Where are you from in Gondor?"
"The Barton family, sir."
"Barton...Leia Barton?"
"Aunt Leia."
"Ah. Pretty thing. Kind, too. Sweet daughter. Mariemaia her name?"
Trowa looked at him strangely, "Mariemaia? Sweet? I don't belive we are
thinking of the same girl."
Huan laughed at his answer. "Answered like a true cousin. I had a
younger cousin when I was a lad. Horrible girl. Put trout in my woolies."
He made a face of extreme disgust, "Everyone else loved her, however."
He sighed, "Relatives. Awful creatures."
He brightened up considerably at an old memory. "I got back at her,
though. Told her father she had been smoking his best pipeweed." He
smiled from ear to ear. "She screamed so loud you could hear it a mile
away! Those were good times! Good times!"
"You remind me of someone." Trowa remarked, liking the older man's
carefree attitude and jovial manner.
"Really? Who?" He asked curiously. "Someone back home?"
"Yes. Ever hear of Duo Maxwell?"
"Duo..." Huan furrowed his brow in concentration, "No, can't say I have. A
ladylove?"
Trowa bit back a laugh at this thought, "No, a friend of mine. His brother
is one of the Guard of the Citadel, a captain. Solo Maxwell?"
"Ah, Solo! Nice boy. Maxwell is an important family," He remarked, "Old,
high ranking, almost all dead."
He sighed, "I remember when the line was stronger."
Shaking his head, he continued, "But I remind you of Duo, do I? I
remember him now. Right old rascal, he is. A thief, but a good thief. Good
boy."
Trowa grinned at him, deciding that he was right in liking him. "I'll agree
with that."
"You do, do you?" Huan chuckled. "Well, then I suppose I will have to
agree with your comment, then. I remind you of Duo? Well, that's
accurate enough. We both have the same impulsive nature, I suppose."
Trowa opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment, Faramir
turned around.
"Huan!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Take ten men and head to the southeast, then follow along the Anduin.
Be at the mouth of the River Erul by sunrise tomorrow. Hurry!"
Huan saluted and Faramir sped off to see that the rest of his orders were
being carried out.
Huan gave a lopsided grin, weathered face looking down on Trowa. "Well,
Trowa, if this is goodbye, I hope I will not be forgotten."
Trowa smiled back, "I'll see you on the ride home."
The older man's face brightened, "That's the spirit, lad!" He turned and
drove his horse away, "Goodbye--but not for good!" With a final bark of
laughter, he disappeared in the crowd.
Trowa turned his attention back to the road, inwardly laughing at the
other soldier's antics, but appearing calm and grim as he traveled along.
***
As the company slowly separated according to Faramir's commands, the
few men still traveling with him became more and more restless. Trowa
kicked his horse into a trot, sending him speeding ahead to the near front
of the remaining men. His ears picked up snippets of conversation, all
about the war ahead or the home behind.
"...Never came, that's why we are so few. If King Theoden would send
just a few thousand..."
"...Girl back home. I doubt if I'll ever see her again..."
"...Deadly. Wouldn't wonder if they use poison on them arrows..."
"...Always, I think. The sun shines less and less nowadays, an ill omen it
seems..."
"...My family already, I know you do too..."
He was just about to tune it all out, when suddenly, he heard another
voice.
"Hello? Hello? Who are you? Where are you?" A female. He looked
around, but after neither seeing her, nor the others taking notice of her,
he looked straight ahead, same as before.
Only now, he was concentrating on not falling off his horse in case he had
fallen asleep.
"Are you there? Excuse me, but who are you?"
There it was again. Firmly convinced that it was a dream, Trowa did not
answer.
"Hello? Who are you? Can you understand me?" There was an
exasperated sigh, then, "Can you speak?"
After another short pause, the voice continued. "I'm Midii. Midii Une." She
took a breath, as if to say more, then there was silence. The voice had
vanished.
Trowa shook himself and sat up straight in his saddle.
"What in all of Middle Earth was that?" He murmured to himself, stroking
the horse's neck.
"What was that about?"
***
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If you loved it...Review!
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