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[ Translated Elvish ]
{ Expresses thoughts }
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Five small figures made their way down the towering side of Amon Sul. Grimcing with every step the blond manages her way down clutching the shoulders of two Hobbits. Her injuries had finally begun to take hold upon them as the shock of falling into an alternate reality wore off. Finally reaching the dell in the structure she collapsed on the ground with a moan of pain. She saw Aragorn lower her friend to the ground and faintly heard the exclamations of the other two hobbits, Sam and Pippin. Sam, ever untrusting, was asking seriously doubting weather or not they could trust the girls.
"Mr. Frodo, how wise is this? I mean, how do we know they're not spies?"
"I believe a servant of the enemy would feel fouler than these two."
Both girls let out a sigh of relief, knowing they were safe for the moment. Laura continues to follow the Ranger's activities, completely entranced with how handsome he was, while Suzanne chooses to rest quietly. Making a vague attempt to reposition herself she hit her side and let out a soft cry of pain. Her body went limp as she again attempted to drift into a healing sleep. During the last hours of daylight they had left Aragorn pulled a few remnants of Athelas, better known as Kingsfoil, from a small pouch on his belt. The girls had not the heart to tell him to save it for later in the night when it would be more needed.
Mixing it with a little watter from their cantines in one of Sam's bowls he began to sing soft words. A sweet perfume wrapped itself around them and their pain softened. Quickly and carefully he checked them for any injures. Finishing, much to their dismay, Laura was said to have only twisted her leg the wrong was and Suzanne merely bruised herself to the bone. Both harms would leave in a matter of hours with rest. Soon Aragorn left to look around the tower some more leaving the girls and the Hobbits alone. Not two hours after he left shadowy figures could be seen approaching Weathertop from below. The girls pain had begun to subside so they quickly rushed into the shadow of the tower for safety.
Too well they knew what was going on above them. Both of the girls were extreme Lord of the Rings junkies. They waited for the sign that would tell them it had come to an end. Time passed and finally they heard it, an ear splitting scream from Frodo Baggins. They both flinched and looked at each other. Suddenly they heard a somthing coming torward them that drove away any other thoughts. The slow clip-clop of a horses hooves could be heard nearing them. Fearing that a wraith may have spotted them as well they attempted to hide themselves. Shrinking back into the shadows they saw a pure white horse come into view. Both girls sighed in relief that it was not a Black Rider coming for them.
Groaning softly, Suzanne raises from her crouched postitioned with only a small grimce and begins to make her way to the horse. She outstreaches her arms in order not to frighten it away. Much to her suprise it merely stands and allows her to approach. The equine was fully tacked and ready to ride. From somewhere she gained the knowledge that Elrond of Rivendel had sent this horse to help them for he knew what had happened.
"Laura, come on over here."
She awaits her friend before vaulting into the saddle. The taller of the two quickly follows suite and, grabbing the reins, they make their way to the summit of Weathertop. Giving little notice to the inquisitive and amazed stares of the others they ride to where Aragorn was huddeled over Frodo. They rushed over to find that Aragorn had attainted more Kingsfoil and was bathing a fresh wound in his mixture. Almost taking Arwen's part from the movie, Suzanne quietly began to talk to him.
"Aragorn, he must be taken to Rivendell. I know this is beyond your skill to heal for he needs Elvish medicine."
"How do you know this? It's like you read my mind."
He said this with disbelief. All the blond could do was smile, she knew there was no way to explain how she knew. To the slight dismay of Laura, she then told him of her plan.
"Let me take him to Rivendell. I can ride better than most and you must stay with the Hobbits."
"I cannot let you risk yourself like that, my lady. Five wraiths are behind and I do not know where the other four are. It would be dangerous if you were to go."
"Trust me, it will be much more dangerous if I do not go."
Nodding his head slightly in understanding the shorter girl stands and again makes her way to the white horse. As Aragorn puts Frodo in the saddle he whispers a few more words to her for courage. She smiles and nods. Then, yelling a 'good-bye' to Laura she mounts the horse. Looking back at Aragorn she compulsively kisses his cheek.
Simultaneously she calls to the horse in the elvish phrase she knew all to well and they were off with the wind. She smiled as she road, unbelieving that she had done that. Soon after her departure the thunderous approach of other horses could be heard. She looked over her shoulder to find the ominous creatures very close to her. Again she called to her mount for swiftness to the Ford. She could feel the muscle power of the equine under her and the small Hobbit fading in front of her. Finally she saw the ford. As they drew into it the waters foamed and churned with the horses efforts to cross. Reaching the opposite shore she turned and halted the horse.
"Give up the halfling"
"If you want him, come and claim him"
She could think of nothing else to say. It seemed she had taken the place of Arwen in this tale. She flinched with fear as she saw the first Nazgûl enter the water. She searcher her mind desperately to recall the Bruenian Spell. { Come on! Think! Think! }
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A/N: Yah, I know. Predictable cliff hanger. Sorry this isn't very good. I need to know if I should continue. Tell me if I should/shouldn't.
stormygurlz: thanks, i'm trying
Saber Apricot: Sorry about the injuries, stupid me. Tried to bring them in. I'm trying to slow down.
Soccer-Bitch: I'm glad you enjoy it. I hope to bring in elvish, more than likely when they reach Rivendell. You wanted more, so here it is.
[ Translated Elvish ]
{ Expresses thoughts }
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Five small figures made their way down the towering side of Amon Sul. Grimcing with every step the blond manages her way down clutching the shoulders of two Hobbits. Her injuries had finally begun to take hold upon them as the shock of falling into an alternate reality wore off. Finally reaching the dell in the structure she collapsed on the ground with a moan of pain. She saw Aragorn lower her friend to the ground and faintly heard the exclamations of the other two hobbits, Sam and Pippin. Sam, ever untrusting, was asking seriously doubting weather or not they could trust the girls.
"Mr. Frodo, how wise is this? I mean, how do we know they're not spies?"
"I believe a servant of the enemy would feel fouler than these two."
Both girls let out a sigh of relief, knowing they were safe for the moment. Laura continues to follow the Ranger's activities, completely entranced with how handsome he was, while Suzanne chooses to rest quietly. Making a vague attempt to reposition herself she hit her side and let out a soft cry of pain. Her body went limp as she again attempted to drift into a healing sleep. During the last hours of daylight they had left Aragorn pulled a few remnants of Athelas, better known as Kingsfoil, from a small pouch on his belt. The girls had not the heart to tell him to save it for later in the night when it would be more needed.
Mixing it with a little watter from their cantines in one of Sam's bowls he began to sing soft words. A sweet perfume wrapped itself around them and their pain softened. Quickly and carefully he checked them for any injures. Finishing, much to their dismay, Laura was said to have only twisted her leg the wrong was and Suzanne merely bruised herself to the bone. Both harms would leave in a matter of hours with rest. Soon Aragorn left to look around the tower some more leaving the girls and the Hobbits alone. Not two hours after he left shadowy figures could be seen approaching Weathertop from below. The girls pain had begun to subside so they quickly rushed into the shadow of the tower for safety.
Too well they knew what was going on above them. Both of the girls were extreme Lord of the Rings junkies. They waited for the sign that would tell them it had come to an end. Time passed and finally they heard it, an ear splitting scream from Frodo Baggins. They both flinched and looked at each other. Suddenly they heard a somthing coming torward them that drove away any other thoughts. The slow clip-clop of a horses hooves could be heard nearing them. Fearing that a wraith may have spotted them as well they attempted to hide themselves. Shrinking back into the shadows they saw a pure white horse come into view. Both girls sighed in relief that it was not a Black Rider coming for them.
Groaning softly, Suzanne raises from her crouched postitioned with only a small grimce and begins to make her way to the horse. She outstreaches her arms in order not to frighten it away. Much to her suprise it merely stands and allows her to approach. The equine was fully tacked and ready to ride. From somewhere she gained the knowledge that Elrond of Rivendel had sent this horse to help them for he knew what had happened.
"Laura, come on over here."
She awaits her friend before vaulting into the saddle. The taller of the two quickly follows suite and, grabbing the reins, they make their way to the summit of Weathertop. Giving little notice to the inquisitive and amazed stares of the others they ride to where Aragorn was huddeled over Frodo. They rushed over to find that Aragorn had attainted more Kingsfoil and was bathing a fresh wound in his mixture. Almost taking Arwen's part from the movie, Suzanne quietly began to talk to him.
"Aragorn, he must be taken to Rivendell. I know this is beyond your skill to heal for he needs Elvish medicine."
"How do you know this? It's like you read my mind."
He said this with disbelief. All the blond could do was smile, she knew there was no way to explain how she knew. To the slight dismay of Laura, she then told him of her plan.
"Let me take him to Rivendell. I can ride better than most and you must stay with the Hobbits."
"I cannot let you risk yourself like that, my lady. Five wraiths are behind and I do not know where the other four are. It would be dangerous if you were to go."
"Trust me, it will be much more dangerous if I do not go."
Nodding his head slightly in understanding the shorter girl stands and again makes her way to the white horse. As Aragorn puts Frodo in the saddle he whispers a few more words to her for courage. She smiles and nods. Then, yelling a 'good-bye' to Laura she mounts the horse. Looking back at Aragorn she compulsively kisses his cheek.
Simultaneously she calls to the horse in the elvish phrase she knew all to well and they were off with the wind. She smiled as she road, unbelieving that she had done that. Soon after her departure the thunderous approach of other horses could be heard. She looked over her shoulder to find the ominous creatures very close to her. Again she called to her mount for swiftness to the Ford. She could feel the muscle power of the equine under her and the small Hobbit fading in front of her. Finally she saw the ford. As they drew into it the waters foamed and churned with the horses efforts to cross. Reaching the opposite shore she turned and halted the horse.
"Give up the halfling"
"If you want him, come and claim him"
She could think of nothing else to say. It seemed she had taken the place of Arwen in this tale. She flinched with fear as she saw the first Nazgûl enter the water. She searcher her mind desperately to recall the Bruenian Spell. { Come on! Think! Think! }
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Yah, I know. Predictable cliff hanger. Sorry this isn't very good. I need to know if I should continue. Tell me if I should/shouldn't.
stormygurlz: thanks, i'm trying
Saber Apricot: Sorry about the injuries, stupid me. Tried to bring them in. I'm trying to slow down.
Soccer-Bitch: I'm glad you enjoy it. I hope to bring in elvish, more than likely when they reach Rivendell. You wanted more, so here it is.