Chapter Two
Authoress: Tis now April 2, 2004, I'm on spring break and I'll actually write! Maybe I'll actually finish a chapter a day! thinks about her family's drive to Fairfax, Virginia tomorrow Ahh HELP ME!!
Later (more exactly, May 28, 2004) Um...I haven't even gotten the first sentence written...wow...eighth grade is almost over.
Even Later (more accurately, Wednesday June 2, 2004, 9:19 PM Eastern Time US)
"There is no life; nor is there death, until one believes it to be true." Queen Arlendae Prestale
Deep clouds hung over the sky, and as the Allied races looked to the heavens, the cursed black clouds slowly devoured the moon and stars. A shadow passed overhead, blacker than any of the dark hazes that so filled the air. It let out a sharp shriek, and then was gone. Yet that simple scream chilled the hearts and souls of those in Rohan...it seemed to devour any hope the soldiers had of victory, of glory, of triumph. Yet one man's heart held true, his faith never breaking. "We are fighting for righteousness; for light! And as long as the company holds true to one another, even the greatest void can not blow out our candle of hope." said he. "Here you are, in the king's company, going to battle for light. What other choice would you consider? Where else would you rather be? In your bedroom coddling your wife while knowing that at any moment, all good could be wiped out? I think not!"
Yes, these were the words of Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, and at these words the men around him felt their hearts unshackled of a heavy burden. "Estel, yes, Estel," murmured an old king by the corner, "The elves have named you rightly. You truly are hope; the hope that holds us together."
"I may be the one to bring hope...yet there are those out of my reach, Theoden..."
"Yes, that young elf friend of yours...he has lost someone dear in the battle I presume?"
"Haldir of Lorien was felled by foul orcs, and to Legolas, Haldir was a dear friend...and it is true that he should gain admiration. At Helms Deep-"
Here Aragorn broke off, seeing a figure emerge from the doorway. "It is all right Estel," the voice that belonged to the Sylvan prince said, "You are not bringing back any memories that would pain me more than I already am. To me, the only away to avenge Haldir is to go to battle once more..."
Aragorn was fully aware that this was pure bluff in order to ease Theoden's feeling of guilt, but he kept his mouth closed and nodded coldly. Theoden relaxed, or seemed to, a bit.
Just then, yells were heard in a room just down the corridor, and the three briskly ran down the hallway, wondering what could be wrong.
Authoress: Tis now April 2, 2004, I'm on spring break and I'll actually write! Maybe I'll actually finish a chapter a day! thinks about her family's drive to Fairfax, Virginia tomorrow Ahh HELP ME!!
Later (more exactly, May 28, 2004) Um...I haven't even gotten the first sentence written...wow...eighth grade is almost over.
Even Later (more accurately, Wednesday June 2, 2004, 9:19 PM Eastern Time US)
"There is no life; nor is there death, until one believes it to be true." Queen Arlendae Prestale
Deep clouds hung over the sky, and as the Allied races looked to the heavens, the cursed black clouds slowly devoured the moon and stars. A shadow passed overhead, blacker than any of the dark hazes that so filled the air. It let out a sharp shriek, and then was gone. Yet that simple scream chilled the hearts and souls of those in Rohan...it seemed to devour any hope the soldiers had of victory, of glory, of triumph. Yet one man's heart held true, his faith never breaking. "We are fighting for righteousness; for light! And as long as the company holds true to one another, even the greatest void can not blow out our candle of hope." said he. "Here you are, in the king's company, going to battle for light. What other choice would you consider? Where else would you rather be? In your bedroom coddling your wife while knowing that at any moment, all good could be wiped out? I think not!"
Yes, these were the words of Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, and at these words the men around him felt their hearts unshackled of a heavy burden. "Estel, yes, Estel," murmured an old king by the corner, "The elves have named you rightly. You truly are hope; the hope that holds us together."
"I may be the one to bring hope...yet there are those out of my reach, Theoden..."
"Yes, that young elf friend of yours...he has lost someone dear in the battle I presume?"
"Haldir of Lorien was felled by foul orcs, and to Legolas, Haldir was a dear friend...and it is true that he should gain admiration. At Helms Deep-"
Here Aragorn broke off, seeing a figure emerge from the doorway. "It is all right Estel," the voice that belonged to the Sylvan prince said, "You are not bringing back any memories that would pain me more than I already am. To me, the only away to avenge Haldir is to go to battle once more..."
Aragorn was fully aware that this was pure bluff in order to ease Theoden's feeling of guilt, but he kept his mouth closed and nodded coldly. Theoden relaxed, or seemed to, a bit.
Just then, yells were heard in a room just down the corridor, and the three briskly ran down the hallway, wondering what could be wrong.