Chapter Nine
"We couldn't possibly stop for a moment to eat?" Will asked wearily. Galadlhach stopped dead in his tracks, and gave a merry laugh, "Oh that's right, isn't it, you men need food daily. Forgive me, but we, or I, for that matter, have rarely entertained men such as yourself for a good long time."
Still chuckling, he gave a shout in Elven, and suddenly torches were lit everywhere, making Will squint in their brightness.
Nearly a dozen wood Elves leapt out from hiding, all of them cheerful and light of step.
"Usually we use them to draw strangers from the path to get hopelessly lost," Galadlhach explained with a laugh, "but they always seem to be right where you need them."
.
Boromir didn't stop his gait until the sun began to rise. He was determined to reach the ruins by the next day, for an urgency had overcome him, and he felt it nessessary to quicken his pace.
He slept not four hours before he continued again, and then kept it up all day, munching some bread as he walked. As he hurried along, his mind wandered much more slowly on matters such as the Ring, and the state of Gondor.
As he was trying to figure out a way to protect Osgiliath more efficiently, he noticed a dense forest growing on his left.
"Mirkwood." He muttered darkly. Boromir had been in Rivendell long enough for that Gloin fellow to inform him exactly how inhospitable the wood Elves had been to him and his company.
Dwarves were such an interesting race, Boromir decided, wondering vexedly why the race of men had to be so dull.
Short life span, demand sleep, food and water, can get sick, and die eventually.
Even Hobbits had it better than men. They were short, stereotypically brunette, and could live much longer than men. Men didn't even have a uniqueness on height or hair color. It could be anything! Boromir's annoyance rose as he considered the luxuries Elves had, and how Dwarves had such fine reputations for being smiths.
The race of men was, if anything, considered brute-ish, greedy, proud, and war mongering.
Damn that double standard among races.
.
"Shall we continue on, then?" Galadlhach inquired jovially. Will sighed, draining his goblet of wine, and rose to his feet.
"So the purpose of those Elves is to be helpful?" Will asked as the bright clearing faded into the darkness.
"They are commoners, they aid those above them, and delight in making travelers stray from their paths to dangerous areas."
"Dangerous areas?" Will repeated, confused. Galadlhach nodded, "Yes; man-eating tree roots, water that puts you to a deadly sleep, long sharp grass blades, and giant spiders are just a few of the dangers in Mirkwood."
"Then why do you live in such a perilous wood?"
"We are protected from outsiders and enemies." The Elf responded shortly. The two walked in silence for awhile, and then Will broke the quiet, "How far are the ruins?"
Galadlhach didn't answer immediately. In fact, he took so much time before replying, WIll almost repeated the question, but he finally said, "Twenty-five leagues, I'll wager. It should take us two and a half days if we continue night and day, but then, you require sleep, now, don't you?"
"Yes." Will exhaled with annoyance, and began to tell Galadlhach of the women they had been plagued with, and how to spot them if need be.
However, Will was wasting his breath. Galadlhach may have been handsome, but teenage girl on our Earth would settle for him when there was Legolas to be found.
On top of that, none of the girls were expecting to find Will in Middle Earth-if she wanted him, she could go to Cape Royale. Therefore, the two were quite safe unless they found some hopefull Mary Sue trying to find Legolas in Mirkwood.
.
With the forest of Mirkwood slowly disappearing in the morning haze, Will's hope heightened to its peak; he was near the ruins.
Ahead in the distance, he could see large circular rocks jutting out of the rocky soil forming archways, and in the middle of these arches a crumbling tower loomed impressively above all the surroundings.
Galadlhach quicken his pace and by noon the two had reached the outermost archway.
"This is where the prince should be?" The Elf asked, skepticism growing in his tone. Will looked around wildly; he didn't know what to do now that he actually arrived at the ruins of Malir Sul.
"Who are you?" Will heard Galadlhach demand. Confused, Will answered sarcastically, "Barbossa." He turned, and saw that the Elf was not addressing him, but a tall brown haired man.
"I am Boro-" But the man stopped, gaping at Will, "You look like Legolas."
"Well, Boro," Galadlhach began testily, "what are you doing here?"
"It's Boromir, you plant, and I'm here to rescue Legolas from certain doom." The man snarled.
"How many people does it take to rescue one Elf?" Will asked thoughtfully to no one in particular.
"Where is Legolas?" Boromir continued, looking around.
"He was kidnapped by one of them." Will answered.
"So you came here?" Boromir asked sarcastically.
"If only there was a sensible one of them." Galadlhach exhaled. Will and Boromir turned to look at the Elf, who was immersed in the writing the coated the surface on one of the arches.
Boromir jerked, "I know of one!"
"A sensible one?" Will exclaimed skeptically, wishing he and Legolas could have been as lucky.
Galadlhach grinned, "Oh good. Now, the writing says that these women have an extensive knowledge, and can answer almost any question they are given."
"Would your's know how to get rid of all the foreign women?" Will inquired. Boromir nodded indecisively, "How do we bring her here?"
"There is an incantation," Galadlhach replied, and told him what to say.
"Anganwen of Earth," Boromir began, I summon thee hither."
"Who do you think you are, Shakespeare?" Will scoffed. Boromir ignored him, and Will quieted, because the arch that Boromir stood near began to hum, and the space in the arch began to twist and ripple like water.
An instant later, a young woman walked out of the archway, gazing around with faint recognition. Catching sight of Boromir, she grinned. "How'd you find this place?"
Before Boromir could supply her with an answer, two figures came hurdling out of nowhere, and slammed right into Will, knocking him down, creating a three bodied heap on an exceptionally sharp rock.
Will wailed in pain, and kicked the people off him, rubbing his back and glaring at the two girls.
They remained on the ground, looking perplexedly up at the three.
"Where's Legolas?" One demanded.
"Far from here, I believe you can find him on the quest for the one ring." Boromir snarled.
The other girl smacked the first broadside of her head, "You told me it would work, now we're stuck here with the dead guy, some Elf, a chic, and-"
She stopped, looking at Will as if she hadn't seen him before.
"Orlando Bloom." They whispered together.
Will slowly back away until he was against the crumbling tower in the middle of the ruins. The two girls were advancing on him, and he suddenly felt what Legolas must have, and panicked.
He started climbing the tower; the stones were uneven and none totally secure, but he managed to reach the first window.
He jumped through the window, and looked down at the scene below him. The next sound made him jerk, and whirl around. "Will? Is that you?" Asked a weary, familiar voice.
-------------------------- "...you plant..." In another fanfic (The Irony of it All, chapter three), the main character compares Legolas and plants, and finds that they are similar.
Hobbit-eyes: The fic sounds interesting, have you uploaded the first chapter? Tell me when you do so, I'd like to read it. Anyways, I don't think jack Sparrow will make a cameo unless I'm feeling daring while writing chapter ten (which is the last, by the way). Detective Treebeard... where do you get your ideas?
Elven-Star-of-Gold: Twitching is fun...yey.
Limpet666: Ickle Will. What fun. No, Hellga does not want to live in Middle Earth. I think therapy is needed for you, my dear Hellga.
Ladida.
"We couldn't possibly stop for a moment to eat?" Will asked wearily. Galadlhach stopped dead in his tracks, and gave a merry laugh, "Oh that's right, isn't it, you men need food daily. Forgive me, but we, or I, for that matter, have rarely entertained men such as yourself for a good long time."
Still chuckling, he gave a shout in Elven, and suddenly torches were lit everywhere, making Will squint in their brightness.
Nearly a dozen wood Elves leapt out from hiding, all of them cheerful and light of step.
"Usually we use them to draw strangers from the path to get hopelessly lost," Galadlhach explained with a laugh, "but they always seem to be right where you need them."
.
Boromir didn't stop his gait until the sun began to rise. He was determined to reach the ruins by the next day, for an urgency had overcome him, and he felt it nessessary to quicken his pace.
He slept not four hours before he continued again, and then kept it up all day, munching some bread as he walked. As he hurried along, his mind wandered much more slowly on matters such as the Ring, and the state of Gondor.
As he was trying to figure out a way to protect Osgiliath more efficiently, he noticed a dense forest growing on his left.
"Mirkwood." He muttered darkly. Boromir had been in Rivendell long enough for that Gloin fellow to inform him exactly how inhospitable the wood Elves had been to him and his company.
Dwarves were such an interesting race, Boromir decided, wondering vexedly why the race of men had to be so dull.
Short life span, demand sleep, food and water, can get sick, and die eventually.
Even Hobbits had it better than men. They were short, stereotypically brunette, and could live much longer than men. Men didn't even have a uniqueness on height or hair color. It could be anything! Boromir's annoyance rose as he considered the luxuries Elves had, and how Dwarves had such fine reputations for being smiths.
The race of men was, if anything, considered brute-ish, greedy, proud, and war mongering.
Damn that double standard among races.
.
"Shall we continue on, then?" Galadlhach inquired jovially. Will sighed, draining his goblet of wine, and rose to his feet.
"So the purpose of those Elves is to be helpful?" Will asked as the bright clearing faded into the darkness.
"They are commoners, they aid those above them, and delight in making travelers stray from their paths to dangerous areas."
"Dangerous areas?" Will repeated, confused. Galadlhach nodded, "Yes; man-eating tree roots, water that puts you to a deadly sleep, long sharp grass blades, and giant spiders are just a few of the dangers in Mirkwood."
"Then why do you live in such a perilous wood?"
"We are protected from outsiders and enemies." The Elf responded shortly. The two walked in silence for awhile, and then Will broke the quiet, "How far are the ruins?"
Galadlhach didn't answer immediately. In fact, he took so much time before replying, WIll almost repeated the question, but he finally said, "Twenty-five leagues, I'll wager. It should take us two and a half days if we continue night and day, but then, you require sleep, now, don't you?"
"Yes." Will exhaled with annoyance, and began to tell Galadlhach of the women they had been plagued with, and how to spot them if need be.
However, Will was wasting his breath. Galadlhach may have been handsome, but teenage girl on our Earth would settle for him when there was Legolas to be found.
On top of that, none of the girls were expecting to find Will in Middle Earth-if she wanted him, she could go to Cape Royale. Therefore, the two were quite safe unless they found some hopefull Mary Sue trying to find Legolas in Mirkwood.
.
With the forest of Mirkwood slowly disappearing in the morning haze, Will's hope heightened to its peak; he was near the ruins.
Ahead in the distance, he could see large circular rocks jutting out of the rocky soil forming archways, and in the middle of these arches a crumbling tower loomed impressively above all the surroundings.
Galadlhach quicken his pace and by noon the two had reached the outermost archway.
"This is where the prince should be?" The Elf asked, skepticism growing in his tone. Will looked around wildly; he didn't know what to do now that he actually arrived at the ruins of Malir Sul.
"Who are you?" Will heard Galadlhach demand. Confused, Will answered sarcastically, "Barbossa." He turned, and saw that the Elf was not addressing him, but a tall brown haired man.
"I am Boro-" But the man stopped, gaping at Will, "You look like Legolas."
"Well, Boro," Galadlhach began testily, "what are you doing here?"
"It's Boromir, you plant, and I'm here to rescue Legolas from certain doom." The man snarled.
"How many people does it take to rescue one Elf?" Will asked thoughtfully to no one in particular.
"Where is Legolas?" Boromir continued, looking around.
"He was kidnapped by one of them." Will answered.
"So you came here?" Boromir asked sarcastically.
"If only there was a sensible one of them." Galadlhach exhaled. Will and Boromir turned to look at the Elf, who was immersed in the writing the coated the surface on one of the arches.
Boromir jerked, "I know of one!"
"A sensible one?" Will exclaimed skeptically, wishing he and Legolas could have been as lucky.
Galadlhach grinned, "Oh good. Now, the writing says that these women have an extensive knowledge, and can answer almost any question they are given."
"Would your's know how to get rid of all the foreign women?" Will inquired. Boromir nodded indecisively, "How do we bring her here?"
"There is an incantation," Galadlhach replied, and told him what to say.
"Anganwen of Earth," Boromir began, I summon thee hither."
"Who do you think you are, Shakespeare?" Will scoffed. Boromir ignored him, and Will quieted, because the arch that Boromir stood near began to hum, and the space in the arch began to twist and ripple like water.
An instant later, a young woman walked out of the archway, gazing around with faint recognition. Catching sight of Boromir, she grinned. "How'd you find this place?"
Before Boromir could supply her with an answer, two figures came hurdling out of nowhere, and slammed right into Will, knocking him down, creating a three bodied heap on an exceptionally sharp rock.
Will wailed in pain, and kicked the people off him, rubbing his back and glaring at the two girls.
They remained on the ground, looking perplexedly up at the three.
"Where's Legolas?" One demanded.
"Far from here, I believe you can find him on the quest for the one ring." Boromir snarled.
The other girl smacked the first broadside of her head, "You told me it would work, now we're stuck here with the dead guy, some Elf, a chic, and-"
She stopped, looking at Will as if she hadn't seen him before.
"Orlando Bloom." They whispered together.
Will slowly back away until he was against the crumbling tower in the middle of the ruins. The two girls were advancing on him, and he suddenly felt what Legolas must have, and panicked.
He started climbing the tower; the stones were uneven and none totally secure, but he managed to reach the first window.
He jumped through the window, and looked down at the scene below him. The next sound made him jerk, and whirl around. "Will? Is that you?" Asked a weary, familiar voice.
-------------------------- "...you plant..." In another fanfic (The Irony of it All, chapter three), the main character compares Legolas and plants, and finds that they are similar.
Hobbit-eyes: The fic sounds interesting, have you uploaded the first chapter? Tell me when you do so, I'd like to read it. Anyways, I don't think jack Sparrow will make a cameo unless I'm feeling daring while writing chapter ten (which is the last, by the way). Detective Treebeard... where do you get your ideas?
Elven-Star-of-Gold: Twitching is fun...yey.
Limpet666: Ickle Will. What fun. No, Hellga does not want to live in Middle Earth. I think therapy is needed for you, my dear Hellga.
Ladida.