Hey readers! I know it's been a while, but when you have six stories going,
you forget which ones you've updated. In response to Helen, I'm far from
professional, but thanks for the compliment, it really made my day. I hope
I don't run out of ideas, but yeah, I can use that as a back up. I
appreciate all reviews, even ones that you might think are pointing out the
obvious, but we writers sometimes don't realize the obvious until it's
pointed out to us. And yes, I remember our deal. Also, I went back and
reread most of the reviews sent for this story, and I know it's been a
while, but I just realized how stupid most of them were being. It gave me a
good laugh, especially when I noticed subtle things, like how someone used
the word folly (it really clashed with her sentence, and I couldn't help
but laugh) and how miss cornflake said she was a "purist". Okay honey, go
back to the Harry Potterdom from whence you came; I'm sure they're looking
for more slytherins over there, but this is middle earth over here. Do I
want a flame? Go ahead, it'll be a new experience for me, and in my summer
boredom, it might just make me laugh. Thanks reviews! Love you all!
Chapter thirteen: Walls and Lovers
The group finally got moving again after five days of illness. Gandalf was in a very bad mood of late, and wasn't the most pleasant person to strike up a conversation with. Nothing he said made much sense, though Aragorn simply said that he always spoke in riddles, and he kept muttering to himself when he thought no one was listening. Gimli was also in a foul mood, due to the fact that he was constantly cold and wet, and he would have voiced his complaints through yelling, but he found it hard to yell with a frozen beard while he walked through the waist deep, or in his case, neck deep snow. Each of the men took to carrying a hobbit under each arm, the hobbits still not quite well enough to walk through the blizzard without the protection of the men's cloaks. Legolas walked with Ane, his arm around her so as to keep her a little bit warmer. She enjoyed his warmth, almost as much as he enjoyed holding her. He felt very protective of her for some reason, and didn't like leaving her side. She didn't mind much though, even though sometimes she felt that she was being treated like a child, because she had never had someone fuss over her before. No one had cared enough about her to constantly be giving their attention to her.
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Ane was so relieved to get off the mountain. Saruman had attacked them the day after they started moving again, and Frodo was so miserable that he decided that it would be easier to go through the mines of Moria. Gimli was excited because he apparently had relatives there. Ane had a bad feeling about the caves, but anything was better than the snow capped peaks. She managed to get down without killing herself, though not without help from Legolas. It was night when they actually reached what Gimli called the Walls of Moria. It looked like any other cliff to her, until Gandalf said something and a doorway lit up. He read it out loud, "The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak friend and enter."
"What d'you suppose that means?" asked Merry.
"Oh, it's very simple. If you are a friend you speak the password, and the doors will open." He put his staff to the door and chanted a spell, but the wall stayed put.
"Nothing's happening," commented Pippin. Gandalf tried his best to ignore the hobbit, and continued to push against the doors. "What're you going to do now?"
"Knock your head against them, Perigrin Took, and if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words." At this the party began to back away, seeing as Gandalf was too grumpy to tolerate their presence any longer.
"And they say WOMEN have scary mood swings," muttered Ane as she sat down by the lakeside. Legolas gave a small chuckle, as did Estel. The hobbits began to throw rocks into the water, but Estel grabbed one of them not long after and told them not to disturb the water. They continued sitting there for a long time, and Ane got so bored, that she started to lead the song that was stuck in her head.
"What are you waving your arm like that for?' asked Merry.
"I'm leading a song in my head with a four, four tempo. See, the first beat you go down, then left, then right, then up, then down again for the first beat of the next measure," she said as she showed them the hand motions.
"How does that help you keep rhythm," asked Pippin.
"Well, I just keep it by saying 'water melon' in my head. Wat-ter-mel-lon," she said with each hand stroke. Just then, they heard a loud crack behind them, and they turned to see the doors opening. "He found the words?" she asked as she got her things together.
"No, he couldn't have," said Legolas, "he just sat down." This only confused them further, but luckily Gandalf overheard them.
"I think it was miss Ane who opened the doors," he said, getting nothing but even more confused looks from everyone in return. "You see, she was the only one speaking at the time it opened, and now that she said those words it makes sense."
"It makes sense that water melon opened the doors?" she asked, thinking the old man had finally lost it.
"No, but it was the way you said it. Wat-ter-mel-lon. Mellon, in elvish, means friend. Speak 'friend' and enter."
"Oh, I get it, now. Talk about pure dumb luck."
"Yes, well, it was dumb luck that we found the Ring. Now let's hurry, we haven't all night."
They entered the caves, and immediately Ane got a bad feeling. She felt Legolas tense beside her, and gave him a questioning look as Gimli started rambling about his cousin. "Elves don't-like-caves very much. It unsettles our blood." She gave him a sympathetic look, and continued forward. Estel was a bit farther ahead than Legolas, but as she passed him, she could have sworn she heard the name Helen.
"Who?" she asked as she turned to him. Gimli was still rambling in the background, but everyone was virtually ignoring him.
"Helen. She was my lover...many years ago. Long before I met Arwen. We grew up together, and she came with me on many of my journeys. She would have loved to have seen a dwarf's cave."
"What happened to her?"
"I don't know. One day when we were in Rivendell, I awoke to find she'd gone in the night. Elrond told me not to go looking for her, and I haven't seen her since."
"How sad...I wonder what made her leave?"
"This is no mine!" they heard Boromir cry. "It's a tomb!" Ane was confused at what he meant by that at first, but as she looked around her, she saw skeletons everywhere. How she hadn't noticed them before, she didn't know, but she didn't want to stick around long enough to find out why. She almost screamed as she tripped over one, but Legolas caught her, and put a hand over her mouth.
"Don't yell, Melathronin. We don't want whatever killed them to know we're here." She nodded, but continued to cling to him even after he let her go. She thought she was going to be sick from seeing so many dead corpses, and it was all she could do to keep from loosing her lunch. Boromir was talking hurriedly, but everyone was too preoccupied to hear him. It wasn't until they heard Sam yelling, did any of them turn around. And the second they did, Ane wished they hadn't. 'What is that thing?!' she thought as she saw what looked like a giant octopus pull Frodo into the air with one of its tentacles. She saw one of them shoot towards her and Legolas, and her senses finally gave out. The last thing she saw before she fainted, was Legolas drawing his bow and arrow.
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See Helen, I told you I'd get you in there. Hehe, I hope you liked it. I might put you in again later, but it depends...maybe in Edoras or something...g'night!
Chapter thirteen: Walls and Lovers
The group finally got moving again after five days of illness. Gandalf was in a very bad mood of late, and wasn't the most pleasant person to strike up a conversation with. Nothing he said made much sense, though Aragorn simply said that he always spoke in riddles, and he kept muttering to himself when he thought no one was listening. Gimli was also in a foul mood, due to the fact that he was constantly cold and wet, and he would have voiced his complaints through yelling, but he found it hard to yell with a frozen beard while he walked through the waist deep, or in his case, neck deep snow. Each of the men took to carrying a hobbit under each arm, the hobbits still not quite well enough to walk through the blizzard without the protection of the men's cloaks. Legolas walked with Ane, his arm around her so as to keep her a little bit warmer. She enjoyed his warmth, almost as much as he enjoyed holding her. He felt very protective of her for some reason, and didn't like leaving her side. She didn't mind much though, even though sometimes she felt that she was being treated like a child, because she had never had someone fuss over her before. No one had cared enough about her to constantly be giving their attention to her.
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Ane was so relieved to get off the mountain. Saruman had attacked them the day after they started moving again, and Frodo was so miserable that he decided that it would be easier to go through the mines of Moria. Gimli was excited because he apparently had relatives there. Ane had a bad feeling about the caves, but anything was better than the snow capped peaks. She managed to get down without killing herself, though not without help from Legolas. It was night when they actually reached what Gimli called the Walls of Moria. It looked like any other cliff to her, until Gandalf said something and a doorway lit up. He read it out loud, "The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak friend and enter."
"What d'you suppose that means?" asked Merry.
"Oh, it's very simple. If you are a friend you speak the password, and the doors will open." He put his staff to the door and chanted a spell, but the wall stayed put.
"Nothing's happening," commented Pippin. Gandalf tried his best to ignore the hobbit, and continued to push against the doors. "What're you going to do now?"
"Knock your head against them, Perigrin Took, and if that does not shatter them, and I am allowed a little peace from foolish questions, I will try to find the opening words." At this the party began to back away, seeing as Gandalf was too grumpy to tolerate their presence any longer.
"And they say WOMEN have scary mood swings," muttered Ane as she sat down by the lakeside. Legolas gave a small chuckle, as did Estel. The hobbits began to throw rocks into the water, but Estel grabbed one of them not long after and told them not to disturb the water. They continued sitting there for a long time, and Ane got so bored, that she started to lead the song that was stuck in her head.
"What are you waving your arm like that for?' asked Merry.
"I'm leading a song in my head with a four, four tempo. See, the first beat you go down, then left, then right, then up, then down again for the first beat of the next measure," she said as she showed them the hand motions.
"How does that help you keep rhythm," asked Pippin.
"Well, I just keep it by saying 'water melon' in my head. Wat-ter-mel-lon," she said with each hand stroke. Just then, they heard a loud crack behind them, and they turned to see the doors opening. "He found the words?" she asked as she got her things together.
"No, he couldn't have," said Legolas, "he just sat down." This only confused them further, but luckily Gandalf overheard them.
"I think it was miss Ane who opened the doors," he said, getting nothing but even more confused looks from everyone in return. "You see, she was the only one speaking at the time it opened, and now that she said those words it makes sense."
"It makes sense that water melon opened the doors?" she asked, thinking the old man had finally lost it.
"No, but it was the way you said it. Wat-ter-mel-lon. Mellon, in elvish, means friend. Speak 'friend' and enter."
"Oh, I get it, now. Talk about pure dumb luck."
"Yes, well, it was dumb luck that we found the Ring. Now let's hurry, we haven't all night."
They entered the caves, and immediately Ane got a bad feeling. She felt Legolas tense beside her, and gave him a questioning look as Gimli started rambling about his cousin. "Elves don't-like-caves very much. It unsettles our blood." She gave him a sympathetic look, and continued forward. Estel was a bit farther ahead than Legolas, but as she passed him, she could have sworn she heard the name Helen.
"Who?" she asked as she turned to him. Gimli was still rambling in the background, but everyone was virtually ignoring him.
"Helen. She was my lover...many years ago. Long before I met Arwen. We grew up together, and she came with me on many of my journeys. She would have loved to have seen a dwarf's cave."
"What happened to her?"
"I don't know. One day when we were in Rivendell, I awoke to find she'd gone in the night. Elrond told me not to go looking for her, and I haven't seen her since."
"How sad...I wonder what made her leave?"
"This is no mine!" they heard Boromir cry. "It's a tomb!" Ane was confused at what he meant by that at first, but as she looked around her, she saw skeletons everywhere. How she hadn't noticed them before, she didn't know, but she didn't want to stick around long enough to find out why. She almost screamed as she tripped over one, but Legolas caught her, and put a hand over her mouth.
"Don't yell, Melathronin. We don't want whatever killed them to know we're here." She nodded, but continued to cling to him even after he let her go. She thought she was going to be sick from seeing so many dead corpses, and it was all she could do to keep from loosing her lunch. Boromir was talking hurriedly, but everyone was too preoccupied to hear him. It wasn't until they heard Sam yelling, did any of them turn around. And the second they did, Ane wished they hadn't. 'What is that thing?!' she thought as she saw what looked like a giant octopus pull Frodo into the air with one of its tentacles. She saw one of them shoot towards her and Legolas, and her senses finally gave out. The last thing she saw before she fainted, was Legolas drawing his bow and arrow.
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See Helen, I told you I'd get you in there. Hehe, I hope you liked it. I might put you in again later, but it depends...maybe in Edoras or something...g'night!