-I do not own LOTR or any of its characters-
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Elomier ran through the trees, weaving in and out, in and out. After a few minutes, he finally stopped and looked around. Pitch black nothingness greeted him. He could not see more than five feet in front of him. He sat down at the base of a weather-worn tree with a defeated sigh. Though he was still fuming about Aron's betrayal, he knew he could not go on with it being so dark. The rushing of water was heard somewhere to the left.
He sat for a few minutes, musing things. Thelin took the halfling to Bree, no more than a day ago. When I awoke the next morning, Aron was gone. No doubt went to get the halfling back, no doubt to have fun with him. I don't think Thelin would have given the halfling up without a fight though, so Aron might not have him.
Thelin got up, stretching out his long legs. He couldn't stay here and wait for something to happen, he needed to get out there. He started walking squinting his eyes, but no more than three steps later, he tripped over something very big and soft. Thelin sat up and backed away, afraid that he might have awoken a wolf or terrible beast of that kind. The thing groaned and moved slightly, putting the head of the thing into Elomier's vision. Elomier gasped, it was Aron! Elomier leaned over Aron and placed a hand on his shoulder. He gasped slightly and withdrew his hand. He peered at it, then realized what covered it. Blood!
Elomier looked around Aron, searching for some kind of answer. He found his answer only a foot from Aron's injured shoulder. A blood covered arow, of elven make no doubt. Elomier growled, he never really had liked the elven folk. And now that on of them had hurt his companion, he would never like them. Never.
Elomier knelt down and put a shaking hand on Aron's good shoulder. He gently shook it, calling out his name softly. Aron slowly opened blurry eyes, blinking until he saw what was before him. Elomier waited patiently for this, because he knew it might take a while.
"Elomier?" Aron said softly.
"Aron, you are injured. An elf shot at you, and you must have somehow gotten the arow out. Now, I need you to lie still so I can tend to your wound."
Aron nodded feebly and let Elomier sit him up, and half-carry half-drag him to sit up against a tall Alder tree. Once Aron was up against the tree, Elomier slung his pack off of his back and started rummaging through it. After only a few moments, he found what he was looking for. He took out a needle and a very thin, rubbery looking thread, used especially for stitching up skin. And that was exactly what he was going to do.
Elomier gently patted his comrade's face, for his eyes were slowly drooping by that time. "Aron? Aron!" Aron slowly opened his eyes fully, grey-blue pupils staring at him dully. "Aron," Elomier said slowly, so as to make sure Aron fully understood him. "I am going to sew up you wound. It may hurt, so be ready." Aron nodded slowly, his eyelids slowly drooping. Elomier patted him gently on the cheeks again. Aron's eyes went open halfway, unfocusing and focusing every few seconds. "I need you to stay awake for me, Aron, ok? Can you do that for me?" Aron nodded feebly, his dark locks falling over his forehead. Elomier gently pushed the locks out of Aron's face, and after cleaning it, he started, gently putting the needle through the tan skin an pulling it out again on the other side.
Aron gasped a few times, and winced many, but when it was over, he thanked Elomier softly, and his eyelids closed fully. Elomier sat down next to his companion, not sure what to do next. He decided he should keep Aron warm, so he wrapped a blanket from his pack around him and kept his arm around him to make sure the blanket stayed in place. Aron slept on soundly.
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Meanwhile, back with the others, Estel had found a nice clearing, nice enough to be able to slept in. Frodo had changed out of his wet cloths and into some dry ones (provided by Uncle Sara, which he had brought just in case), blushing the whole time, being the shy hobbit he is. He had sat by the fire (which was now crackling joyeously thanks to Legolas) for a little while, to dry off a bit more, before Estel suggested he get some rest. Merry was already sleeping, just inside the firelight, next to the great roots of an oak tree. Frodo protested some, saying he was fine and not tired, but Estel just picked him up and laid him down next to Merry. Merry opened his eyes slowly to catch a glimpse of Estel laying a blanket over him and his cousin, and he wrapped an arm around Frodo protectively and lovingly. Frodo turned around, so that he was lying down facing Merry, and smiled at him. "Hullo Merry," He said quietly, "Are you tired?" Merry nodded, his eyelids already drooping again. Frodo smiled even wider, yawning slowly and stretching out his short legs. "Goodnight, Mer." Frodo said quietly. He closed his eyes and buried his face under Merry's chin, his glossy curls, made even darker by the water, tickling his cousin's chin. Merry smiled wide, before setting his chin on his cousin's head and slowly drifted to sleep.
Legolas watched this curiously, for he had never seen such behavior before. He tilted his head at Estel when he turned away from the sight. Estel had been watching too, but with a large smile of affection and familiarity on his face. Thelin was also watching curiously and confusedly, for he had also never seen such behavior before. Saradoc was lying back and watching the stars through a space uncovered by tree leaves and branches. He seemed unaware of what was going on, or he was uninterested. Estel laughed at the expressions on both Thelin and Legolas' faces, shaking his head.
"Estel, what is this? I have never seen anyone or anything act like this before!" Legolas said quietly, crawling over to Estel and peering at the two sleeping cousins. "Are they lovers? For that is the only time I have seen this." Legolas glared at Estel when he started laughing once more.
"Of course they are not lovers, Legolas! They are cousins!" Estel said, chuckling. Thelin still did not understand, at any rate, that answer had made him even more confused. And by the look on Legolas' face, he did not understand either.
"But Estel, that still does not make sense. We do not act like that, even with a cousin!" Thelin said, brow crinkled into a frown.
"Yes, but you are not a hobbit." Estel looked over at the two peacefully sleeping hobbits, a wide grin on his face. "Hobbits are a very affectionate and loving race. They are pure and simple, they do not think of this at all as wrong or dirty. This is the way they say, 'No matter where or when, I'll always be there for you.' They're cousins, and they're very close."
Understanding dawned on Legolas and Thelins' faces. They smiled at the pair of cousins. Thelin crawled over and sat on the other side of Estel.
Legolas spoke, "It does seem very loving. If only elves could do that without anyone thinking wrong of it, Middle - Earth might be a better place." Thelin and Estel nodded.
And so they went on talking of such things, Saradoc joining them after about a half-hour. The night turned out very peaceful and quiet, the only things bothering them even a little a squirrel or two.
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To be continued.
((Yes, the evil will be continued. D Mwa ha ha!))
-lilpip
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Elomier ran through the trees, weaving in and out, in and out. After a few minutes, he finally stopped and looked around. Pitch black nothingness greeted him. He could not see more than five feet in front of him. He sat down at the base of a weather-worn tree with a defeated sigh. Though he was still fuming about Aron's betrayal, he knew he could not go on with it being so dark. The rushing of water was heard somewhere to the left.
He sat for a few minutes, musing things. Thelin took the halfling to Bree, no more than a day ago. When I awoke the next morning, Aron was gone. No doubt went to get the halfling back, no doubt to have fun with him. I don't think Thelin would have given the halfling up without a fight though, so Aron might not have him.
Thelin got up, stretching out his long legs. He couldn't stay here and wait for something to happen, he needed to get out there. He started walking squinting his eyes, but no more than three steps later, he tripped over something very big and soft. Thelin sat up and backed away, afraid that he might have awoken a wolf or terrible beast of that kind. The thing groaned and moved slightly, putting the head of the thing into Elomier's vision. Elomier gasped, it was Aron! Elomier leaned over Aron and placed a hand on his shoulder. He gasped slightly and withdrew his hand. He peered at it, then realized what covered it. Blood!
Elomier looked around Aron, searching for some kind of answer. He found his answer only a foot from Aron's injured shoulder. A blood covered arow, of elven make no doubt. Elomier growled, he never really had liked the elven folk. And now that on of them had hurt his companion, he would never like them. Never.
Elomier knelt down and put a shaking hand on Aron's good shoulder. He gently shook it, calling out his name softly. Aron slowly opened blurry eyes, blinking until he saw what was before him. Elomier waited patiently for this, because he knew it might take a while.
"Elomier?" Aron said softly.
"Aron, you are injured. An elf shot at you, and you must have somehow gotten the arow out. Now, I need you to lie still so I can tend to your wound."
Aron nodded feebly and let Elomier sit him up, and half-carry half-drag him to sit up against a tall Alder tree. Once Aron was up against the tree, Elomier slung his pack off of his back and started rummaging through it. After only a few moments, he found what he was looking for. He took out a needle and a very thin, rubbery looking thread, used especially for stitching up skin. And that was exactly what he was going to do.
Elomier gently patted his comrade's face, for his eyes were slowly drooping by that time. "Aron? Aron!" Aron slowly opened his eyes fully, grey-blue pupils staring at him dully. "Aron," Elomier said slowly, so as to make sure Aron fully understood him. "I am going to sew up you wound. It may hurt, so be ready." Aron nodded slowly, his eyelids slowly drooping. Elomier patted him gently on the cheeks again. Aron's eyes went open halfway, unfocusing and focusing every few seconds. "I need you to stay awake for me, Aron, ok? Can you do that for me?" Aron nodded feebly, his dark locks falling over his forehead. Elomier gently pushed the locks out of Aron's face, and after cleaning it, he started, gently putting the needle through the tan skin an pulling it out again on the other side.
Aron gasped a few times, and winced many, but when it was over, he thanked Elomier softly, and his eyelids closed fully. Elomier sat down next to his companion, not sure what to do next. He decided he should keep Aron warm, so he wrapped a blanket from his pack around him and kept his arm around him to make sure the blanket stayed in place. Aron slept on soundly.
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Meanwhile, back with the others, Estel had found a nice clearing, nice enough to be able to slept in. Frodo had changed out of his wet cloths and into some dry ones (provided by Uncle Sara, which he had brought just in case), blushing the whole time, being the shy hobbit he is. He had sat by the fire (which was now crackling joyeously thanks to Legolas) for a little while, to dry off a bit more, before Estel suggested he get some rest. Merry was already sleeping, just inside the firelight, next to the great roots of an oak tree. Frodo protested some, saying he was fine and not tired, but Estel just picked him up and laid him down next to Merry. Merry opened his eyes slowly to catch a glimpse of Estel laying a blanket over him and his cousin, and he wrapped an arm around Frodo protectively and lovingly. Frodo turned around, so that he was lying down facing Merry, and smiled at him. "Hullo Merry," He said quietly, "Are you tired?" Merry nodded, his eyelids already drooping again. Frodo smiled even wider, yawning slowly and stretching out his short legs. "Goodnight, Mer." Frodo said quietly. He closed his eyes and buried his face under Merry's chin, his glossy curls, made even darker by the water, tickling his cousin's chin. Merry smiled wide, before setting his chin on his cousin's head and slowly drifted to sleep.
Legolas watched this curiously, for he had never seen such behavior before. He tilted his head at Estel when he turned away from the sight. Estel had been watching too, but with a large smile of affection and familiarity on his face. Thelin was also watching curiously and confusedly, for he had also never seen such behavior before. Saradoc was lying back and watching the stars through a space uncovered by tree leaves and branches. He seemed unaware of what was going on, or he was uninterested. Estel laughed at the expressions on both Thelin and Legolas' faces, shaking his head.
"Estel, what is this? I have never seen anyone or anything act like this before!" Legolas said quietly, crawling over to Estel and peering at the two sleeping cousins. "Are they lovers? For that is the only time I have seen this." Legolas glared at Estel when he started laughing once more.
"Of course they are not lovers, Legolas! They are cousins!" Estel said, chuckling. Thelin still did not understand, at any rate, that answer had made him even more confused. And by the look on Legolas' face, he did not understand either.
"But Estel, that still does not make sense. We do not act like that, even with a cousin!" Thelin said, brow crinkled into a frown.
"Yes, but you are not a hobbit." Estel looked over at the two peacefully sleeping hobbits, a wide grin on his face. "Hobbits are a very affectionate and loving race. They are pure and simple, they do not think of this at all as wrong or dirty. This is the way they say, 'No matter where or when, I'll always be there for you.' They're cousins, and they're very close."
Understanding dawned on Legolas and Thelins' faces. They smiled at the pair of cousins. Thelin crawled over and sat on the other side of Estel.
Legolas spoke, "It does seem very loving. If only elves could do that without anyone thinking wrong of it, Middle - Earth might be a better place." Thelin and Estel nodded.
And so they went on talking of such things, Saradoc joining them after about a half-hour. The night turned out very peaceful and quiet, the only things bothering them even a little a squirrel or two.
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To be continued.
((Yes, the evil will be continued. D Mwa ha ha!))
-lilpip