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[ Translated Elvish ]
{ Expresses thoughts }
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The brunette watched her friend ride off upon the white horse with a worried look in her eyes. They knew the story as it should be but now that they were here they could change the course of Middle Earth. She waved back at her friend wishing her luck as she rode.
"What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there!"
Sam's words were the only thing to break the silence that followed. Aragorn still stood there watching where the figures had disappeared with Laura standing a few feet behind him. She could see the concerned look on his face mirroring the way she felt. The tall figure stepped up beside his and placed her hand upon his broad shoulder.
"She has strength, she will make it."
She whispered this as a comfort to him and to herself. He looked deep into her eyes and nodded with a smile. Now that Frodo was gone the danger had passed. The Nazgûl would follow wherever the Ring went. He returned to the Hobbits and began to pack up their camp.
"We move on quickly. The Wraiths may have passed on, but other evil still lurks around us."
They all nodded and helped with the packing. Laura also shouldered one of the packs, lightening Bill's load. Soon they were off; it was still almost a two-day walk to Rivendell. They set off silently with the two humans in the front followed by the Hobbits. It all the brunette could do was think about her friend and the man walking in front of her. { Hey, while I'm here I'm going to make use of it! }
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A small form rose from the saddle, her face tightened with anxiety.
"Turn back"
At this the Ring Wraiths drew their swords and again began advancing. In the midst of her struggle to remember the Bruinen spell she succeeds in her task. She begins to mutter, the degree of her voice rising gradually. With a loud voice she chants that which might save her.
"Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer!"
Simultaneous with the end of her chanting the thunderous explosion of water could be seen and heard coming. The vision of foaming waters literally taking on the form of white horses accompanied by riders. The torrent overwhelms the Black Riders that had entered the river and also swept those still on the shore into the current. The piercing screams were the last the human heard of the Nazgûl for a time.
Escaping the surge of water, the white horse swiftly made it up the bank. The equine had become exhausted from the swiftness of their journey, though a groan from the passing Hobbit reminds her of the urgency for it. Knowing that the horse could go not go any further and she was not strong enough to carry the halfling. The blond dismounts and struggles to bring Frodo down with her. She props him against a tree and ties the reins of the horse on a nearby branch.
She stretched and yawned silently, finally realizing how tired she was. This would be the first time she would be able to rest in Middle Earth. The blond positioned herself parallel to Frodo with plans of watching him while the horse rested. Yet, against her plans, she felt her eyelids grow heavier. She finally gave into the want of sleep and rested fitfully.
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"Dina!" [ Be silent! ]
"Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen!" [ Circle around them! ]
The voices surrounded the huddled figure of a blond girl and a shorter male. The girl's hazel eyes opened to find that tall figures had surrounded them. Instantly she chided herself for being so careless. { Now you've done it, Suzanne! } The fading light reflected off two arrow tips that were pointed in her direction. Her mind slowly returned her memory to her. She knew that she had awoken to the Elvish language.
"I'lambe Westron." [ I speak Westron. ]
The blond attempted to speak what little Elvish she knew to communicate with them, praying they knew the language that was closest to English. After talking amongst themselves quickly one of her captors stepped forward.
"I speak the Western language."
"Why have you come?"
"We were sent from Lord Elrond to look for a Hobbit coming from the East. We have found him, but you also. Who are you and where do you come from."
"My name is Suzanne, and, um., I am not from Middle Earth."
"I began to wonder by your looks, but you shall be taken to Imladris and there the Lord Elrond will decide what is to be done."
She couldn't resist the elves and so she allowed herself to be led toward the city of Rivendell. She glanced around quickly, noting that Frodo and the horse had already been taken. Her mind wandered freely, wondering how Laura was fairing with Aragorn and the other Hobbits.
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The foursome finally reaches the banks of the Bruinen and stops momentarily. There was a shallow area with rocks by which they might pass. They soon re-shouldered their packs and made their way across the river. Aragorn paused, staring at the ground through the shadows.
"Here are the prints of a horse, the boots of elves, and also some prints with weird bases."
Laura also stooped down to look. She recognized the prints as that of a tennis shoe.
"Those would be Suzanne's. She's probably the only on in Middle Earth wearing sneakers."
This got her a weird glance from the Ranger, and she knew that he didn't know what sneakers were. He didn't wait for her to explain, though. He stood up again and continued the trek to Rivendell, they were almost there by now.
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A/N: Ok, well, there yah go. I don't feel good ( at all ). I'm sore from running, I have a headache, and I feel sick. So that's the best I could do. I could use fire to roast a couple of marsh-mellows right about now. Any and every comment is welcome ( as long as it's 'appropriate' ).
Soccer-Btch: Thanks for the reviews, please keep reading!
[ Translated Elvish ]
{ Expresses thoughts }
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The brunette watched her friend ride off upon the white horse with a worried look in her eyes. They knew the story as it should be but now that they were here they could change the course of Middle Earth. She waved back at her friend wishing her luck as she rode.
"What are you doing? Those Wraiths are still out there!"
Sam's words were the only thing to break the silence that followed. Aragorn still stood there watching where the figures had disappeared with Laura standing a few feet behind him. She could see the concerned look on his face mirroring the way she felt. The tall figure stepped up beside his and placed her hand upon his broad shoulder.
"She has strength, she will make it."
She whispered this as a comfort to him and to herself. He looked deep into her eyes and nodded with a smile. Now that Frodo was gone the danger had passed. The Nazgûl would follow wherever the Ring went. He returned to the Hobbits and began to pack up their camp.
"We move on quickly. The Wraiths may have passed on, but other evil still lurks around us."
They all nodded and helped with the packing. Laura also shouldered one of the packs, lightening Bill's load. Soon they were off; it was still almost a two-day walk to Rivendell. They set off silently with the two humans in the front followed by the Hobbits. It all the brunette could do was think about her friend and the man walking in front of her. { Hey, while I'm here I'm going to make use of it! }
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A small form rose from the saddle, her face tightened with anxiety.
"Turn back"
At this the Ring Wraiths drew their swords and again began advancing. In the midst of her struggle to remember the Bruinen spell she succeeds in her task. She begins to mutter, the degree of her voice rising gradually. With a loud voice she chants that which might save her.
"Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer! Nin o Chithaeglir lasto beth daer; Rimmo nin Bruinen dan in Ulaer!"
Simultaneous with the end of her chanting the thunderous explosion of water could be seen and heard coming. The vision of foaming waters literally taking on the form of white horses accompanied by riders. The torrent overwhelms the Black Riders that had entered the river and also swept those still on the shore into the current. The piercing screams were the last the human heard of the Nazgûl for a time.
Escaping the surge of water, the white horse swiftly made it up the bank. The equine had become exhausted from the swiftness of their journey, though a groan from the passing Hobbit reminds her of the urgency for it. Knowing that the horse could go not go any further and she was not strong enough to carry the halfling. The blond dismounts and struggles to bring Frodo down with her. She props him against a tree and ties the reins of the horse on a nearby branch.
She stretched and yawned silently, finally realizing how tired she was. This would be the first time she would be able to rest in Middle Earth. The blond positioned herself parallel to Frodo with plans of watching him while the horse rested. Yet, against her plans, she felt her eyelids grow heavier. She finally gave into the want of sleep and rested fitfully.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Dina!" [ Be silent! ]
"Mallen pelu e' n'alaquel en' sen!" [ Circle around them! ]
The voices surrounded the huddled figure of a blond girl and a shorter male. The girl's hazel eyes opened to find that tall figures had surrounded them. Instantly she chided herself for being so careless. { Now you've done it, Suzanne! } The fading light reflected off two arrow tips that were pointed in her direction. Her mind slowly returned her memory to her. She knew that she had awoken to the Elvish language.
"I'lambe Westron." [ I speak Westron. ]
The blond attempted to speak what little Elvish she knew to communicate with them, praying they knew the language that was closest to English. After talking amongst themselves quickly one of her captors stepped forward.
"I speak the Western language."
"Why have you come?"
"We were sent from Lord Elrond to look for a Hobbit coming from the East. We have found him, but you also. Who are you and where do you come from."
"My name is Suzanne, and, um., I am not from Middle Earth."
"I began to wonder by your looks, but you shall be taken to Imladris and there the Lord Elrond will decide what is to be done."
She couldn't resist the elves and so she allowed herself to be led toward the city of Rivendell. She glanced around quickly, noting that Frodo and the horse had already been taken. Her mind wandered freely, wondering how Laura was fairing with Aragorn and the other Hobbits.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The foursome finally reaches the banks of the Bruinen and stops momentarily. There was a shallow area with rocks by which they might pass. They soon re-shouldered their packs and made their way across the river. Aragorn paused, staring at the ground through the shadows.
"Here are the prints of a horse, the boots of elves, and also some prints with weird bases."
Laura also stooped down to look. She recognized the prints as that of a tennis shoe.
"Those would be Suzanne's. She's probably the only on in Middle Earth wearing sneakers."
This got her a weird glance from the Ranger, and she knew that he didn't know what sneakers were. He didn't wait for her to explain, though. He stood up again and continued the trek to Rivendell, they were almost there by now.
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A/N: Ok, well, there yah go. I don't feel good ( at all ). I'm sore from running, I have a headache, and I feel sick. So that's the best I could do. I could use fire to roast a couple of marsh-mellows right about now. Any and every comment is welcome ( as long as it's 'appropriate' ).
Soccer-Btch: Thanks for the reviews, please keep reading!