Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. Also, most if not all the places mentioned in this story are not mine. They belong to the brilliant J.R.R. Tolkien.
Author's note: This story is not completely based on the book and movie. Though some things might be similar, the timeline and events in this story are not accurate. And thanks to everyone who reviewed this story!
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The wizard rode hard, away from Rohan, away from the place where Eowyn still stood, watching him. He had hoped that he would be able to find someone who could tell him some news of the Fellowship. Questions flooded his mind. Were they still together? Were they safe? Did Frodo still have the ring? The old wizard sighed. So many questions and no answers. He would have to find what remained of the fellowship first.
The Istari didn't really know where he was going to go to search for the fellowship. Hopefully they were still alive and together. He had hoped that he would find someone who knew of them. He rode north, toward the Moria, since that was where the Fellowship was when he fell.
It was midday when the old Istari finally stopped to talk a rest. He'd been riding for many hours and Shadowfax was thirsty. They stopped near the Angren (Isen) River for rest and a drink. The thirsty Shadowfax immediately took a long drink from the swiftly moving water as soon as the old Istari got off his back. The Istari dipped down to drink too, for he was also thirsty from the long ride and the scorching sun overhead.
Shadowfax would have wanted to stay and rest for a while longer, but the old Istari was in a hurry. Every moment that passed, the Fellowship could be in danger. They might need his aid and guidance.
He had just leaped back onto Shadowfax's back when Shadowfax neighed loudly. The old Istari was puzzled. Shadowfax was more intelligent than most horses. If there were evil beings nearby, he would have galloped off. So whatever was nearby had to be a friend of his. He waited, hoping that whoever Shadowfax had sensed would appear and show himself.
Suddenly, someone dressed in brown appeared before the old Istari. "Radagast!" he exclaimed. "Radagast my friend, it has been many days since I have last seen you. How are you, my friend?"
"Gandalf?" Radagast asked hesitantly. "Is it really you? You're all... white."
The old Istari was puzzled. "Gandalf? Oh yes. That was my name. I used to be Gandalf the Grey. Now I'm Gandalf the white, but now is not the time for tales to be told. I am in haste. I need to find what remains of the Fellowship. Radagast, can you help me? Can you ask your animals to search for my friends?"
Radagast still hadn't gotten over the shock of seeing Gandalf so different from before, but quickly recovered. "I guess I could. It might take a while though. First I need to call my animal friends." With those words, Radagast turned around, spread his arms apart, and faced the sky. He made a series of tittering, chirping, and whistling noises that sounded oddly like a bird's call.
All of the sudden, to air around them burst with the sound of flapping wings. Birds of all sizes landed on and around Radagast. He turned back around and faced Gandalf, careful not to step on any of his feathered friends. "Who do you need me to look for?"
Gandalf thought for a moment and decided that he would most want to talk to Aragorn who was now the leader of the fellowship. He started to describe him. "A tall man, with dark hair and a rugged appearance. He's probably traveling with an elf and a dwarf. The elf is tall and fair. The dwarf is short and bears and ax." Radagast translated all of what Gandalf had said for the birds. They immediately set off in search of these people. When he finished telling the birds whom to search for, he faced Gandalf. "My friend, the birds are searching for your companions. I will travel with you until they return. My horse is tethered nearby."
Gandalf was glad of the company. It had been long since he had last walked with Radagast. His old friend seemed to feel the same. Together they strolled along the trees to find Radagast's horse. Then they sat down under a huge willow tree and waited for his birds to return. Though Gandalf hated the fact that they were wasting time, there wasn't much else to do but sit, and wait.
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Merry and Pippin were in a very uncomfortable position right now. Being in the grip of a stubborn Ent for three hours straight wasn't very comfortable, definitely if that Ent squeezed you even tighter every time you tried to say something. Merry was grumpy and Pippin was just hungry.
"HOOM," said Treebeard in an extremely loud and slow voice. "You little orcs get heavier every hour."
Pippin, who was both hungry and tired now, spoke up, "Then perhaps you could put us down for a bit. Maybe you don't have to eat, but we do. I already missed breakfast and second breakfast. Are we to miss luncheon too?"
Treebeard seemed to be considering what Pippin had just said. "Hoom... maybe you're right. Even little orcs have to eat sometime, but there is nothing in this forest to eat besides berries and ent-draught from the entwash."
Pippin was in no condition to be picky about his food. "Ent-draught and berries sound like a fine lunch to me. Don't you agree Merry?"
Merry grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Why can't Pippin keep quiet for 5 minutes?" Luckily Pippin didn't hear. He was too busy imagining how good it would feel to have some food in his stomach again. He didn't even notice that Merry hadn't answered his question.
Fifteen minutes later, they had reached to entwash. Treebeard decided that the "little orcs" couldn't escape so he put them down by the river. Pippin, always eager for food and drink immediately stooped to down to drink from the river. Merry was still trying to stretch and regain use of all of his body parts.
"Merry! This water tastes really good!" Pippin called. "It almost feels like I can grow another three inches just by drinking it.
"That is because you can little orc." Merry and Pippin turned around. Treebeard was back. "But now, there are things we must attend to. The white wizard will know what to do."
Merry and Pippin looked at each other. "The white wizard? Saruman..." they said together. Before they could say anything else, they were swept off their feet and in Treebeard's leafy hands/ limbs once more, this time, to face their doom.
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That stunk more than my first chapter. Oh well. Please R/R. I'd appreciate it a lot. Please leave any tips you might have. Flame me if you have to, but if it's possible, make them nice flames... Does anyone have any ideas as to what should happen next? I'm all out of them. If you review, then can you tell me what you think I could add to the story to make it better? Thanks a lot!
Author's note: This story is not completely based on the book and movie. Though some things might be similar, the timeline and events in this story are not accurate. And thanks to everyone who reviewed this story!
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The wizard rode hard, away from Rohan, away from the place where Eowyn still stood, watching him. He had hoped that he would be able to find someone who could tell him some news of the Fellowship. Questions flooded his mind. Were they still together? Were they safe? Did Frodo still have the ring? The old wizard sighed. So many questions and no answers. He would have to find what remained of the fellowship first.
The Istari didn't really know where he was going to go to search for the fellowship. Hopefully they were still alive and together. He had hoped that he would find someone who knew of them. He rode north, toward the Moria, since that was where the Fellowship was when he fell.
It was midday when the old Istari finally stopped to talk a rest. He'd been riding for many hours and Shadowfax was thirsty. They stopped near the Angren (Isen) River for rest and a drink. The thirsty Shadowfax immediately took a long drink from the swiftly moving water as soon as the old Istari got off his back. The Istari dipped down to drink too, for he was also thirsty from the long ride and the scorching sun overhead.
Shadowfax would have wanted to stay and rest for a while longer, but the old Istari was in a hurry. Every moment that passed, the Fellowship could be in danger. They might need his aid and guidance.
He had just leaped back onto Shadowfax's back when Shadowfax neighed loudly. The old Istari was puzzled. Shadowfax was more intelligent than most horses. If there were evil beings nearby, he would have galloped off. So whatever was nearby had to be a friend of his. He waited, hoping that whoever Shadowfax had sensed would appear and show himself.
Suddenly, someone dressed in brown appeared before the old Istari. "Radagast!" he exclaimed. "Radagast my friend, it has been many days since I have last seen you. How are you, my friend?"
"Gandalf?" Radagast asked hesitantly. "Is it really you? You're all... white."
The old Istari was puzzled. "Gandalf? Oh yes. That was my name. I used to be Gandalf the Grey. Now I'm Gandalf the white, but now is not the time for tales to be told. I am in haste. I need to find what remains of the Fellowship. Radagast, can you help me? Can you ask your animals to search for my friends?"
Radagast still hadn't gotten over the shock of seeing Gandalf so different from before, but quickly recovered. "I guess I could. It might take a while though. First I need to call my animal friends." With those words, Radagast turned around, spread his arms apart, and faced the sky. He made a series of tittering, chirping, and whistling noises that sounded oddly like a bird's call.
All of the sudden, to air around them burst with the sound of flapping wings. Birds of all sizes landed on and around Radagast. He turned back around and faced Gandalf, careful not to step on any of his feathered friends. "Who do you need me to look for?"
Gandalf thought for a moment and decided that he would most want to talk to Aragorn who was now the leader of the fellowship. He started to describe him. "A tall man, with dark hair and a rugged appearance. He's probably traveling with an elf and a dwarf. The elf is tall and fair. The dwarf is short and bears and ax." Radagast translated all of what Gandalf had said for the birds. They immediately set off in search of these people. When he finished telling the birds whom to search for, he faced Gandalf. "My friend, the birds are searching for your companions. I will travel with you until they return. My horse is tethered nearby."
Gandalf was glad of the company. It had been long since he had last walked with Radagast. His old friend seemed to feel the same. Together they strolled along the trees to find Radagast's horse. Then they sat down under a huge willow tree and waited for his birds to return. Though Gandalf hated the fact that they were wasting time, there wasn't much else to do but sit, and wait.
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Merry and Pippin were in a very uncomfortable position right now. Being in the grip of a stubborn Ent for three hours straight wasn't very comfortable, definitely if that Ent squeezed you even tighter every time you tried to say something. Merry was grumpy and Pippin was just hungry.
"HOOM," said Treebeard in an extremely loud and slow voice. "You little orcs get heavier every hour."
Pippin, who was both hungry and tired now, spoke up, "Then perhaps you could put us down for a bit. Maybe you don't have to eat, but we do. I already missed breakfast and second breakfast. Are we to miss luncheon too?"
Treebeard seemed to be considering what Pippin had just said. "Hoom... maybe you're right. Even little orcs have to eat sometime, but there is nothing in this forest to eat besides berries and ent-draught from the entwash."
Pippin was in no condition to be picky about his food. "Ent-draught and berries sound like a fine lunch to me. Don't you agree Merry?"
Merry grumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "Why can't Pippin keep quiet for 5 minutes?" Luckily Pippin didn't hear. He was too busy imagining how good it would feel to have some food in his stomach again. He didn't even notice that Merry hadn't answered his question.
Fifteen minutes later, they had reached to entwash. Treebeard decided that the "little orcs" couldn't escape so he put them down by the river. Pippin, always eager for food and drink immediately stooped to down to drink from the river. Merry was still trying to stretch and regain use of all of his body parts.
"Merry! This water tastes really good!" Pippin called. "It almost feels like I can grow another three inches just by drinking it.
"That is because you can little orc." Merry and Pippin turned around. Treebeard was back. "But now, there are things we must attend to. The white wizard will know what to do."
Merry and Pippin looked at each other. "The white wizard? Saruman..." they said together. Before they could say anything else, they were swept off their feet and in Treebeard's leafy hands/ limbs once more, this time, to face their doom.
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That stunk more than my first chapter. Oh well. Please R/R. I'd appreciate it a lot. Please leave any tips you might have. Flame me if you have to, but if it's possible, make them nice flames... Does anyone have any ideas as to what should happen next? I'm all out of them. If you review, then can you tell me what you think I could add to the story to make it better? Thanks a lot!