Disclaimer: Although I do own a spell check that keeps wanting to replace
'Gondor' with 'condor', and 'Quatre' with 'quarter', I own neither LotR or
GWing.
Yes...I was reading Julius Caesar again.
LunarEclipse3412: Regular Fellowship(just 'cause Pippin is so damn cute) and most of it will actually "just be about goings-on while the Fellowship makes it's way to Mt. Doom." But at the moment, I'm in November, and if you notice, nothing happens in November. So there really isn't much mention of the Fellowship at all.
Kat: Did I say nothing happens in November? I was wrong! Kat the Elf has her birthday in November!
Ed: Yes. Very impatient. But that review notice seemed to work. I should put it up again...*imagines Faramir and Boromir* Ooh! I wish they put that in the movie/book!
Jaid Skywalker: Thats. Definitely. Yup... You have a thing for elves, I have a thing for thieves.*pops open book five and oggles*
Lisa: *hugs* Thanks for the reviews! Yay! I'll send you some more Heero pics after I get this up.
***
November 2, Rivendell
A length of pale yellow material, it's silky surface shimmering slightly in the sunlight seeping through the large open glass windows in the good sized room in Rivendell, blew off the thick wooden table it was lying on. It drifted slowly to the floor, it's surface marred by a tear in the ribbon about an inch long and strangely made. It appeared as though a sharp object had been dragged through or across it.
Something as sharp as a finely crafted blade. A dagger? A sword? A talon?
As the ribbon hit the floor, the door to the room opened to reveal a man. An elf. He stood in the door frame, his short brown hair pulled back from his fair and handsome face, coming close to but not quite falling into his deep gray eyes. Closing the door behind him, he pulled off his dark blue tunic, revealing a cream colored long sleeved undershirt made of some sort of light, almost gauzy cloth. Walking to the open window, he noticed the strip of ribbon on the ground. He picked it up, holding it tightly in his hand before opening a small drawer and placing it inside with many others of it's type. He closed the drawer and strolled the remaining five feet to the window frame. He leaned on it, gazing out over the landscape unfolding before him.
In the distance a waterfall cascaded down the mountain, it's mighty river of cool and clear water glinting in the pale sunlight as it made it's way through the city, flowing under bridges, both elven-made and natural.
Trees lined walkways and paths, many of them tens of thousands of years old; some of them older. Their great branches streached up to the sky, light orange and yellow leaves adornding their limbs. The trees were normaly made up of greens and browns, however winter was fast approching and autum was upon those who lived in this half of the world.
Grass and saplings decorated the ground. The occasional bush, speckled with pale pink or azure flowers were randomly placed throughout the city.
Winding, sprawling buildings covered the rest of the scenery, great balconies, walkways, chambers, and smaller inclosed rooms filled the spaces left by the flowing river and plant life. Many of the structures were built without cealings, so as to allow their residents to be able to gaze upon the multitudes of stars at night and to watch the passage of clouds during the day.
Although there were currently people of many races in Rivendell, the only people Trieze could currently see were Eldar. All tall and most dark haired, they walked along, their great lifespan and the calming effect the mighty house of Rivendell had upon it's inhabitants causing them to be in no hurry.
Directly below his window, a pair of russet colored songbirds flew by, catching Trieze's eye and perching on a branch not too far away. Trieze smiled. It had been decided. The fate of the world had been decided. The ring was to be destroyed, although if it would ever meet that fate was still to be seen. It was to be taken far to the East... As if reading his thoughts, the birds took wing again, flying in their light fashion up and over the roof of many of the buildings, sailing on light breezes towards the sun; barely peeking over the Misty Mountains and bathing all of the world in a warm early morning light. Trieze watched them go, two specks of dust in an infinatly large void. They were soon swallowed up by the nothingness which was compleatly surrounding them, engulfing them in it's entirety. He watched and he quietly laughed. It was all coming together, and he, with his small part, would soon make his brief appearance before he too was lost in the abyss of time. Indeed, his part was already beginning, it had begun with the choosing of the path of the ring and the whole of Middle Earth. His own minor role would last him long enough. Now it was up to the actors in this vast and complicated play of life to stick to their ever changing scripts.
In the vast city of Rivendell, the last homely house west of the mountains, home to many Elves and visiting friends, none heard a voice whispering in the young hours of the morning. Save one.
At her own window, Lady Une looked to the sky. Her hair, still unbraided, hung around her shoulders, the light brown strands blowing in the slight wind coming from the East. She slowly turned her head to face his chambers, they were unseen from her room, but there none the less. Leaning further out the open window, she brushed a strand of hair from her face and softly echoed what he had said. Her words were unheard, falling to the ground beneath her window pane. She noticed, and sighed.
Only Lord Trieze was able to make a whisper travel a mile. Only Lord Trieze; and only Lady Une could hear it.
She turned around, walking back a few steps and closing the window behind her, her mind ringing with his words, past memories informing her of what he meant, worry and confusion trickling into her mind. "Trieze," She spoke, sitting down on her bed, her voice no louder than when she had responded to his call, "I will help." She looked out the window the light pouring in from it lighting her face and causing her deep red gown to glow slightly. Unnaturally. Like a thing of intelligence, the light slowly made it's way over her body, taking no longer than it would normally; streaming over a person was the same to it as streaming over a building. But with the light of day came a hidden promise. A shadow rode on the light. A wisp of knowledge, not new, simply realized and grasped. Lady Une sat up straight, her eyes steely and her outline less smooth and more harsh. She was a thing of contrasts, a double sided coin, flipping from one extreme to the other. And now war had been decided. The soldier was free. She spoke, a smile and laugh roughly edging their way into her words, as one would edge into a thick crowd, pushing and shoving others aside to make their way. The wisp of a breeze pulled the words, newly formed, from her mouth and carried them across the great city to a room, much like her own, where it deposeted them upon an elven ear.
Treize smiled and repeated the words, first his, then hers, and now gracing his lips once again.
And still no one else heard them, for no other two souls were intertwined in such a manner. No two other souls were in such harmony, such interwoven unity as theirs. He spoke; and the wind responded.
"I am ready."
***
Eldar: High Elven, meaning 'of the stars', if I remember correctly.
Ah, not that you remember this(I hope), but I just caught a mistake in chapter two. When Cathy is trying to give Hilde a time frame for when some event occurred, she says it was the day after "Boromir, my brother, and some others left". It is supposed to say Faramir instead of Boromir. Well, originally it _was_ supposed to say Boromir, but then I changed how I wanted to write the story, and forgot to change the name. V.V;;
*apple c* *apple v* Come on, please review? I know I have an audiance of more than seven people... Hey you! Yeah, you! The person reading this who hasn't reviewed yet! Please tell me what you think of this story!
Yes...I was reading Julius Caesar again.
LunarEclipse3412: Regular Fellowship(just 'cause Pippin is so damn cute) and most of it will actually "just be about goings-on while the Fellowship makes it's way to Mt. Doom." But at the moment, I'm in November, and if you notice, nothing happens in November. So there really isn't much mention of the Fellowship at all.
Kat: Did I say nothing happens in November? I was wrong! Kat the Elf has her birthday in November!
Ed: Yes. Very impatient. But that review notice seemed to work. I should put it up again...*imagines Faramir and Boromir* Ooh! I wish they put that in the movie/book!
Jaid Skywalker: Thats. Definitely. Yup... You have a thing for elves, I have a thing for thieves.*pops open book five and oggles*
Lisa: *hugs* Thanks for the reviews! Yay! I'll send you some more Heero pics after I get this up.
***
November 2, Rivendell
A length of pale yellow material, it's silky surface shimmering slightly in the sunlight seeping through the large open glass windows in the good sized room in Rivendell, blew off the thick wooden table it was lying on. It drifted slowly to the floor, it's surface marred by a tear in the ribbon about an inch long and strangely made. It appeared as though a sharp object had been dragged through or across it.
Something as sharp as a finely crafted blade. A dagger? A sword? A talon?
As the ribbon hit the floor, the door to the room opened to reveal a man. An elf. He stood in the door frame, his short brown hair pulled back from his fair and handsome face, coming close to but not quite falling into his deep gray eyes. Closing the door behind him, he pulled off his dark blue tunic, revealing a cream colored long sleeved undershirt made of some sort of light, almost gauzy cloth. Walking to the open window, he noticed the strip of ribbon on the ground. He picked it up, holding it tightly in his hand before opening a small drawer and placing it inside with many others of it's type. He closed the drawer and strolled the remaining five feet to the window frame. He leaned on it, gazing out over the landscape unfolding before him.
In the distance a waterfall cascaded down the mountain, it's mighty river of cool and clear water glinting in the pale sunlight as it made it's way through the city, flowing under bridges, both elven-made and natural.
Trees lined walkways and paths, many of them tens of thousands of years old; some of them older. Their great branches streached up to the sky, light orange and yellow leaves adornding their limbs. The trees were normaly made up of greens and browns, however winter was fast approching and autum was upon those who lived in this half of the world.
Grass and saplings decorated the ground. The occasional bush, speckled with pale pink or azure flowers were randomly placed throughout the city.
Winding, sprawling buildings covered the rest of the scenery, great balconies, walkways, chambers, and smaller inclosed rooms filled the spaces left by the flowing river and plant life. Many of the structures were built without cealings, so as to allow their residents to be able to gaze upon the multitudes of stars at night and to watch the passage of clouds during the day.
Although there were currently people of many races in Rivendell, the only people Trieze could currently see were Eldar. All tall and most dark haired, they walked along, their great lifespan and the calming effect the mighty house of Rivendell had upon it's inhabitants causing them to be in no hurry.
Directly below his window, a pair of russet colored songbirds flew by, catching Trieze's eye and perching on a branch not too far away. Trieze smiled. It had been decided. The fate of the world had been decided. The ring was to be destroyed, although if it would ever meet that fate was still to be seen. It was to be taken far to the East... As if reading his thoughts, the birds took wing again, flying in their light fashion up and over the roof of many of the buildings, sailing on light breezes towards the sun; barely peeking over the Misty Mountains and bathing all of the world in a warm early morning light. Trieze watched them go, two specks of dust in an infinatly large void. They were soon swallowed up by the nothingness which was compleatly surrounding them, engulfing them in it's entirety. He watched and he quietly laughed. It was all coming together, and he, with his small part, would soon make his brief appearance before he too was lost in the abyss of time. Indeed, his part was already beginning, it had begun with the choosing of the path of the ring and the whole of Middle Earth. His own minor role would last him long enough. Now it was up to the actors in this vast and complicated play of life to stick to their ever changing scripts.
In the vast city of Rivendell, the last homely house west of the mountains, home to many Elves and visiting friends, none heard a voice whispering in the young hours of the morning. Save one.
At her own window, Lady Une looked to the sky. Her hair, still unbraided, hung around her shoulders, the light brown strands blowing in the slight wind coming from the East. She slowly turned her head to face his chambers, they were unseen from her room, but there none the less. Leaning further out the open window, she brushed a strand of hair from her face and softly echoed what he had said. Her words were unheard, falling to the ground beneath her window pane. She noticed, and sighed.
Only Lord Trieze was able to make a whisper travel a mile. Only Lord Trieze; and only Lady Une could hear it.
She turned around, walking back a few steps and closing the window behind her, her mind ringing with his words, past memories informing her of what he meant, worry and confusion trickling into her mind. "Trieze," She spoke, sitting down on her bed, her voice no louder than when she had responded to his call, "I will help." She looked out the window the light pouring in from it lighting her face and causing her deep red gown to glow slightly. Unnaturally. Like a thing of intelligence, the light slowly made it's way over her body, taking no longer than it would normally; streaming over a person was the same to it as streaming over a building. But with the light of day came a hidden promise. A shadow rode on the light. A wisp of knowledge, not new, simply realized and grasped. Lady Une sat up straight, her eyes steely and her outline less smooth and more harsh. She was a thing of contrasts, a double sided coin, flipping from one extreme to the other. And now war had been decided. The soldier was free. She spoke, a smile and laugh roughly edging their way into her words, as one would edge into a thick crowd, pushing and shoving others aside to make their way. The wisp of a breeze pulled the words, newly formed, from her mouth and carried them across the great city to a room, much like her own, where it deposeted them upon an elven ear.
Treize smiled and repeated the words, first his, then hers, and now gracing his lips once again.
And still no one else heard them, for no other two souls were intertwined in such a manner. No two other souls were in such harmony, such interwoven unity as theirs. He spoke; and the wind responded.
"I am ready."
***
Eldar: High Elven, meaning 'of the stars', if I remember correctly.
Ah, not that you remember this(I hope), but I just caught a mistake in chapter two. When Cathy is trying to give Hilde a time frame for when some event occurred, she says it was the day after "Boromir, my brother, and some others left". It is supposed to say Faramir instead of Boromir. Well, originally it _was_ supposed to say Boromir, but then I changed how I wanted to write the story, and forgot to change the name. V.V;;
*apple c* *apple v* Come on, please review? I know I have an audiance of more than seven people... Hey you! Yeah, you! The person reading this who hasn't reviewed yet! Please tell me what you think of this story!