Sorry it took me forever to update but some of the last flames were so
vicious, it just killed any motivation I had. Luckily there were some nice
reviews afterward. Thanks 'Tilda, "cherryfaerie" "Starling" (awesome pen-
name, by the way) "DiamondDeamonRose" "Mellaithwen-ElvenMaiden" Kirsten,
"Brazgirl" "ammunett" "EnglishMystic" "ElvenStar5" "Galadriel the Powerful"
"Crystal Snowflakes" and the undying support of "beatles-chick" throughout
many of my stories! LOVE YOU ALL!!!
I saw RotK on Friday and all I have to say is . . . WOW!
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One Answer to Many Questions
"TO THE KING!" Came Éomer's cry as the Rohirrim rode down the steep slope to the Orcs below.
Elwen stirred and opened her eyes slightly, wincing at the shooting pain along her back and shoulders. She squinted against the blinding light that was speeding towards the fortress. Either she was entering the Halls of Mandos, or she was hallucinating.
Was that . . . "Mithrandir . . . ?" she whispered hoarsely before passing out again.
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In her next moment of awareness she felt her body being lifted off the ground by a strong pair of arms.
"Foolish girl!" a voice chided.
Too tired to open her eyes, Elwen did not behold her rescuer. Instead she enjoyed the warm feeling of being held, as she was set astride on a horse, then she slipped out of consciousness once more. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas hovered worriedly over Elwen's still form, touching her forehead and cheek measuring her current condition. His smooth brows furrowed. Would she hear him?
"Elwen . . ."
The elf-maid's eyes slowly opened and she blinked heavily.
"Hír nîn . . . Legolas," she croaked.
"I am here," he said cupping the side of her face with his hand. Elwen tried to smile but it became a grimace as she winced in pain. The Prince of Mirkwood stroked her forehead in effort to get her to relax.
"Ma merilyë yulma néno?" Legolas asked gently in Quenya. (Would you like some water?)
"Yes," Elwen managed.
Legolas exchanged glances with Gimli, who had been standing behind him.
"Hand me that water skin if you would, my friend."
"Certainly."
Legolas received it and after removing the stopper, he gently held it to Elwen's lips.
"Hannon le," she whispered after she had had enough. Elwen then stared up at the ceiling and the walls about her. Sensing her confusion Legolas answered before she made the effort to ask.
"You are inside the Hornburg, hiril nín."
Elwen didn't respond but closed her eyes once more. Aragorn suddenly came into the room. Legolas sensed his presence and stood. The ranger knelt at Elwen's bedside. As he examined the elf-maid he was aware of a growing apprehension in Legolas.
Aragorn looked up at the elf prince, whose gray-blue eyes made brief contact with his then broke to look again at Elwen's face.
"Her wound runs deep," Aragorn said.
"Is there hope, Estel*?" Legolas said, his voice even but his face betraying him, showing his anxiety.
Aragorn sighed. "We will know by tomorrow. If she begins to heal herself then she is out of danger. If not . . . she will depart."
Legolas clenched his fists. "Rash, unwise girl!" he exclaimed. "Why did she do something so stupid? Risking her immortality and for what?"
"There is one answer to all those questions," Aragorn said calmly as he rose.
"And it is . . .?" Legolas asked promptly.
"Something you will have to find out on your own," Aragorn answered, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
He left Legolas staring after him.
"I cannot believe he has not realized it himself yet," Aragorn thought to himself as he left.
"Do you know of what he speaks, Little Father*?" Legolas inquired, turning to Gimli.
"No idea, lad," was his response with a mystified shrug of his shoulders.
Legolas turned back to the still sleeping form of Elwen. He knelt beside her and stroked her damp brow. "Perhaps she . . ." Legolas shook his head and shut out the unfinished thought.
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*Estel- another of Aragorn's many names. Means 'hope.' Was given to him by his mother, Gilraen: "'Onen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim.'" ('I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept no hope for myself.')
*Little Father- A nick name for the dwarves.
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Sorry I didn't write more but I've been staying up late reading the new books I got for Christmas and I had my friend, Matilda, (sound familiar?) :) over and we stayed up and watched "Thoroughly Modern Millie" till 12:40- something. Then I stayed up late IM'ing my friend Kirsten ('nother familiar name) :) ! So, I'm SERIOUSLY tired!
Anywho, I decided to give Legolas a touch of something we can all relate to when it comes to guys: Clueless ness. Aragorn is already on top of everything when it comes to sensing the feelings of those around him, especially Éowyn. He's very good at picking up signals, so decided it would be better to make Legolas a bit of a contrast, you know. So, I hope it's not too out-of-character. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCM PEOPLE!!!! NO NAME CALLING THIS TIME!!!! If you have a problem, state what it is, GENTLY, then tell me how I can change it? "IF YOU CAN'T SAY SOMETHIN' NICE . . . DON'T SAY IT AT ALL!!!!" And to all you rude flamers out there: "Sticks and stones, love." :)
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One Answer to Many Questions
"TO THE KING!" Came Éomer's cry as the Rohirrim rode down the steep slope to the Orcs below.
Elwen stirred and opened her eyes slightly, wincing at the shooting pain along her back and shoulders. She squinted against the blinding light that was speeding towards the fortress. Either she was entering the Halls of Mandos, or she was hallucinating.
Was that . . . "Mithrandir . . . ?" she whispered hoarsely before passing out again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
In her next moment of awareness she felt her body being lifted off the ground by a strong pair of arms.
"Foolish girl!" a voice chided.
Too tired to open her eyes, Elwen did not behold her rescuer. Instead she enjoyed the warm feeling of being held, as she was set astride on a horse, then she slipped out of consciousness once more. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas hovered worriedly over Elwen's still form, touching her forehead and cheek measuring her current condition. His smooth brows furrowed. Would she hear him?
"Elwen . . ."
The elf-maid's eyes slowly opened and she blinked heavily.
"Hír nîn . . . Legolas," she croaked.
"I am here," he said cupping the side of her face with his hand. Elwen tried to smile but it became a grimace as she winced in pain. The Prince of Mirkwood stroked her forehead in effort to get her to relax.
"Ma merilyë yulma néno?" Legolas asked gently in Quenya. (Would you like some water?)
"Yes," Elwen managed.
Legolas exchanged glances with Gimli, who had been standing behind him.
"Hand me that water skin if you would, my friend."
"Certainly."
Legolas received it and after removing the stopper, he gently held it to Elwen's lips.
"Hannon le," she whispered after she had had enough. Elwen then stared up at the ceiling and the walls about her. Sensing her confusion Legolas answered before she made the effort to ask.
"You are inside the Hornburg, hiril nín."
Elwen didn't respond but closed her eyes once more. Aragorn suddenly came into the room. Legolas sensed his presence and stood. The ranger knelt at Elwen's bedside. As he examined the elf-maid he was aware of a growing apprehension in Legolas.
Aragorn looked up at the elf prince, whose gray-blue eyes made brief contact with his then broke to look again at Elwen's face.
"Her wound runs deep," Aragorn said.
"Is there hope, Estel*?" Legolas said, his voice even but his face betraying him, showing his anxiety.
Aragorn sighed. "We will know by tomorrow. If she begins to heal herself then she is out of danger. If not . . . she will depart."
Legolas clenched his fists. "Rash, unwise girl!" he exclaimed. "Why did she do something so stupid? Risking her immortality and for what?"
"There is one answer to all those questions," Aragorn said calmly as he rose.
"And it is . . .?" Legolas asked promptly.
"Something you will have to find out on your own," Aragorn answered, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.
He left Legolas staring after him.
"I cannot believe he has not realized it himself yet," Aragorn thought to himself as he left.
"Do you know of what he speaks, Little Father*?" Legolas inquired, turning to Gimli.
"No idea, lad," was his response with a mystified shrug of his shoulders.
Legolas turned back to the still sleeping form of Elwen. He knelt beside her and stroked her damp brow. "Perhaps she . . ." Legolas shook his head and shut out the unfinished thought.
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*Estel- another of Aragorn's many names. Means 'hope.' Was given to him by his mother, Gilraen: "'Onen i-Estel Edain, ú-chebin estel anim.'" ('I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept no hope for myself.')
*Little Father- A nick name for the dwarves.
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Sorry I didn't write more but I've been staying up late reading the new books I got for Christmas and I had my friend, Matilda, (sound familiar?) :) over and we stayed up and watched "Thoroughly Modern Millie" till 12:40- something. Then I stayed up late IM'ing my friend Kirsten ('nother familiar name) :) ! So, I'm SERIOUSLY tired!
Anywho, I decided to give Legolas a touch of something we can all relate to when it comes to guys: Clueless ness. Aragorn is already on top of everything when it comes to sensing the feelings of those around him, especially Éowyn. He's very good at picking up signals, so decided it would be better to make Legolas a bit of a contrast, you know. So, I hope it's not too out-of-character. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCM PEOPLE!!!! NO NAME CALLING THIS TIME!!!! If you have a problem, state what it is, GENTLY, then tell me how I can change it? "IF YOU CAN'T SAY SOMETHIN' NICE . . . DON'T SAY IT AT ALL!!!!" And to all you rude flamers out there: "Sticks and stones, love." :)