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Dreaming
The day proved to be hot, dreary, and soggy from the past rain. With every step a squalching sound issued from below them. The air was thick like they were walking through a large pool of mud. The majority of the fellowship enjoyed the change from the rain, although they didn't much appreciate the sweltering walking conditions. But the lone female grew steadily more tired and looked, as though the tremendous heat would kill her with time.
The sun seemed to really have a powerful effect on her. Her pretty brown eyes drooped a little with every step, the sunlight made her skin look unnaturally pale and her face gaunt and empty. Large bags under her eyes had developed by midday and her usually fast walking slowed to slower then Pippin but faster then Gimli. Her normally flamboyant and bouncy hair lay listless and lifeless at her slender neck. Everyone was either just as tired or much, much cheerier and didn't notice though.
So through the heat they trudged on growing more and more tiresome as they went but still keeping high spirits. Everything went about as it usually did. They had actually picked up a routine over the many long days. In the morning Pippin and Legolas would annoy Aradel simply because she hated mornings. Then they would set off yet again and Pippin would annoy everyone while everyone else had there own little groups or couplings. Aragorn and Pippin, Gimli and Merry, and Legolas and Aradel would always walk side by side. And two out of three of them enjoyed their company.
They stopped at night, went to bed early, and woke up late. They were low on food so Aradel and Aragorn went out to hunt for edible pants or, if they were lucky, a nice plump deer. When they returned they found everyone staring blankly into the fire pit they made.
"Aragorn, help us." Pippin jumped up and ran to tug on his sleeve. "We tried to make some fire but without you we don't know how."
Aragorn rolled his eyes and, smiling weakly walked over to the small pile of twigs and sticks they had prepared and picked up two of the smoothest ones. He began to rub them together and after only a few short seconds a tiny tendril of smoke floated up. A spark was seen just before he cried out in pain and stumbled backwards.
"I've cut my hand." He exclaimed wincing as he looked at the shallow but all the same painful cut. "Does anyone know how to mix herbs?"
There was an awkward silence as everyone eyed each other and looked around.
"I do." Aradel said. "Who has cloth and some simple knowledge of which herbs combine to create a non-toxic solution."
Again, there was an awkward silence in which they all sorted through their knowledge of herbs and medicine.
"I do." It was Aragorn, still holding his bloody hand. "From now on you and I are the official doctors of this fellowship. Does anyone object? No, I suspected as much. Now in my bag over there is a bundle. That bundle consists of cloths. Pick one out and while your doing that I'll look in my other bundle which has the medicine in it."
They nodded in agreement and the rest went back to staring at the empty fire pit as they went to work. Aradel took the herbs the surprisingly easy to work with ranger had gotten her and mashed them up in a bowl. She then combined them with water and dipped the cloth into it before dabbing his cut with it. He winced as this particular concoction, like so many others, stung. Alot. Grabbing another white cloth she wrapped it around his hand and tied it so it would stay on securely for as long as it needed.
"You know, we still need a fire." Merry commented pointedly eyeing the two that had now taken a seat around the pit.
"And Aragorn is the only one who knows how to make it." Gimli added trying to sound intelligent.
Legolas rather obviously leaned over to look directly at the woman sitting a person away from him still tending to her friend's hand. She stopped when she noticed him staring intently at her.
"What?" she asked innocently shrugging in confusion.
He grinned. "You have great fire making skills if I remember correctly. Why don't you give it a shot?"
She laughed heartily. "Your memory must be failing you. I haven't lit a fire in years and years. In fact I can't even remember the last time a made a fire on my own."
"May I remind you that you are our only hope for dinner so I suggest you get started on trying to make that fire, Aradel." Pippin said with a hint of agitation.
She scowled at him, then at Legolas as they both laughed. Reluctantly she got down on her knees and picked up the two sticks with the largest gripping area. Quickly as she could she rubbing them together trying in vain to create even a spark.
For an hour or so she did this all the while trying to ignore some comments being thrown at her and trying to abide by others. Her hands grew blistered and sore and her mood annoyed and snappy. Eventually she threw down her tenth pair of sticks and told them all she gave up and ordered Pippin to continue as he was the one yelling at her to do it differently all the time.
She watched amusedly as the concerned for dinner Hobbit didn't do any better than her, probably worse. So they went without dinner that night other then a small piece of Lambas bread and some nutritious but disgusting edible plants they had found in the forest earlier.
With the enormous amount of walking they had done that day with the tiny dinner made for early bedtimes for all. My nightfall everyone was sleeping soundly under their cloaks, except for Aradel whom was sleeping on her cloak content with just her clothes so keep her warm. And as usually they slept in their pairings all around the circle of rocks they had arranged for the fire, which obviously didn't happen.
Suddenly Legolas awoke as an arm came very close to hitting him in the face and it would have had he not woken and dodged it. He wearily looked to his side where Aradel was thrashing violently in her sleep. He smiled weakly she was having a nightmare.
"Wake up, Aradel, wake up." He bent down and shook her gently, whispering into her ear. "Come on you're keeping me awake!" he said a little more harshly then he had intended.
Then suddenly she quickly bolted upright, breathing heavily with tears in her wide eyes, darting everywhere. She drew in a deep breath and shut her eyes tightly as she shakily let it out. Her breathing calmed and she opened her eyes to see Legolas staring at her intently.
"What was that about?" he asked in a hushed whisper as to not wake the others.
"I had a nightmare." She drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly.
"About what if I may ask." He rolled his eyes in a way that she couldn't see and turned back to her with a supportive and understanding look.
She sighed deeply and shut her eyes trying to remember. "My mother's face." She began slowly. "Her mouth is moving but no words come. Then my father's face just above Mount Doom both completely enveloped in flame. The flame spreads to all Mirkwood, Rivendell and … Lothlorien, then they are completely enveloped. A face, your face clear and bright. Then it burns the flesh melts and turns to ash and falls onto the charred cinders that once were the Elven realms. Then my mother's voice." She looked at him with wide, shiny eyes, filled with tears threatening to spill. She spoke her last words in a hushed barely audible voice, as if afraid someone would hear. "My mothers voice echoes in my head. It says: The end is coming. None will be spared. All that is good must come to an end. The end is coming. It is here."
Then silence, deep, long, horrible silence as the terrifying dream sank into them both. Aradel began to shake and quiver slightly with her knees still drawn to her chest. Legolas put a comforting arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him as the tears spilled down her cheeks, though her face remained the same. And they sat there for what seemed like an eternity, until the Elven prince was sure she was asleep, eye flickering wildly as usual and went to his own cloak and fell into deep sleep.
A/N: Well that was a bit of a scary dream. It will make slightly more sense in the future. Which reminds me i need to make it make sense in the future. Anyhoo i haven't got that many reviews lately :( hint hint Nehoo, bye-bye!:D
Elven Script: I know, it is a shame. We'll have to think up some more extra good trickery, i suppose. Well there goes my weekend, Lol! :D
Muddie21: I don't think so the chances are very low. Of course if someone kills me and takes over my story maybe in the end they will but i seriously doubt that will happen.
Dreaming
The day proved to be hot, dreary, and soggy from the past rain. With every step a squalching sound issued from below them. The air was thick like they were walking through a large pool of mud. The majority of the fellowship enjoyed the change from the rain, although they didn't much appreciate the sweltering walking conditions. But the lone female grew steadily more tired and looked, as though the tremendous heat would kill her with time.
The sun seemed to really have a powerful effect on her. Her pretty brown eyes drooped a little with every step, the sunlight made her skin look unnaturally pale and her face gaunt and empty. Large bags under her eyes had developed by midday and her usually fast walking slowed to slower then Pippin but faster then Gimli. Her normally flamboyant and bouncy hair lay listless and lifeless at her slender neck. Everyone was either just as tired or much, much cheerier and didn't notice though.
So through the heat they trudged on growing more and more tiresome as they went but still keeping high spirits. Everything went about as it usually did. They had actually picked up a routine over the many long days. In the morning Pippin and Legolas would annoy Aradel simply because she hated mornings. Then they would set off yet again and Pippin would annoy everyone while everyone else had there own little groups or couplings. Aragorn and Pippin, Gimli and Merry, and Legolas and Aradel would always walk side by side. And two out of three of them enjoyed their company.
They stopped at night, went to bed early, and woke up late. They were low on food so Aradel and Aragorn went out to hunt for edible pants or, if they were lucky, a nice plump deer. When they returned they found everyone staring blankly into the fire pit they made.
"Aragorn, help us." Pippin jumped up and ran to tug on his sleeve. "We tried to make some fire but without you we don't know how."
Aragorn rolled his eyes and, smiling weakly walked over to the small pile of twigs and sticks they had prepared and picked up two of the smoothest ones. He began to rub them together and after only a few short seconds a tiny tendril of smoke floated up. A spark was seen just before he cried out in pain and stumbled backwards.
"I've cut my hand." He exclaimed wincing as he looked at the shallow but all the same painful cut. "Does anyone know how to mix herbs?"
There was an awkward silence as everyone eyed each other and looked around.
"I do." Aradel said. "Who has cloth and some simple knowledge of which herbs combine to create a non-toxic solution."
Again, there was an awkward silence in which they all sorted through their knowledge of herbs and medicine.
"I do." It was Aragorn, still holding his bloody hand. "From now on you and I are the official doctors of this fellowship. Does anyone object? No, I suspected as much. Now in my bag over there is a bundle. That bundle consists of cloths. Pick one out and while your doing that I'll look in my other bundle which has the medicine in it."
They nodded in agreement and the rest went back to staring at the empty fire pit as they went to work. Aradel took the herbs the surprisingly easy to work with ranger had gotten her and mashed them up in a bowl. She then combined them with water and dipped the cloth into it before dabbing his cut with it. He winced as this particular concoction, like so many others, stung. Alot. Grabbing another white cloth she wrapped it around his hand and tied it so it would stay on securely for as long as it needed.
"You know, we still need a fire." Merry commented pointedly eyeing the two that had now taken a seat around the pit.
"And Aragorn is the only one who knows how to make it." Gimli added trying to sound intelligent.
Legolas rather obviously leaned over to look directly at the woman sitting a person away from him still tending to her friend's hand. She stopped when she noticed him staring intently at her.
"What?" she asked innocently shrugging in confusion.
He grinned. "You have great fire making skills if I remember correctly. Why don't you give it a shot?"
She laughed heartily. "Your memory must be failing you. I haven't lit a fire in years and years. In fact I can't even remember the last time a made a fire on my own."
"May I remind you that you are our only hope for dinner so I suggest you get started on trying to make that fire, Aradel." Pippin said with a hint of agitation.
She scowled at him, then at Legolas as they both laughed. Reluctantly she got down on her knees and picked up the two sticks with the largest gripping area. Quickly as she could she rubbing them together trying in vain to create even a spark.
For an hour or so she did this all the while trying to ignore some comments being thrown at her and trying to abide by others. Her hands grew blistered and sore and her mood annoyed and snappy. Eventually she threw down her tenth pair of sticks and told them all she gave up and ordered Pippin to continue as he was the one yelling at her to do it differently all the time.
She watched amusedly as the concerned for dinner Hobbit didn't do any better than her, probably worse. So they went without dinner that night other then a small piece of Lambas bread and some nutritious but disgusting edible plants they had found in the forest earlier.
With the enormous amount of walking they had done that day with the tiny dinner made for early bedtimes for all. My nightfall everyone was sleeping soundly under their cloaks, except for Aradel whom was sleeping on her cloak content with just her clothes so keep her warm. And as usually they slept in their pairings all around the circle of rocks they had arranged for the fire, which obviously didn't happen.
Suddenly Legolas awoke as an arm came very close to hitting him in the face and it would have had he not woken and dodged it. He wearily looked to his side where Aradel was thrashing violently in her sleep. He smiled weakly she was having a nightmare.
"Wake up, Aradel, wake up." He bent down and shook her gently, whispering into her ear. "Come on you're keeping me awake!" he said a little more harshly then he had intended.
Then suddenly she quickly bolted upright, breathing heavily with tears in her wide eyes, darting everywhere. She drew in a deep breath and shut her eyes tightly as she shakily let it out. Her breathing calmed and she opened her eyes to see Legolas staring at her intently.
"What was that about?" he asked in a hushed whisper as to not wake the others.
"I had a nightmare." She drew her knees up to her chest and hugged them tightly.
"About what if I may ask." He rolled his eyes in a way that she couldn't see and turned back to her with a supportive and understanding look.
She sighed deeply and shut her eyes trying to remember. "My mother's face." She began slowly. "Her mouth is moving but no words come. Then my father's face just above Mount Doom both completely enveloped in flame. The flame spreads to all Mirkwood, Rivendell and … Lothlorien, then they are completely enveloped. A face, your face clear and bright. Then it burns the flesh melts and turns to ash and falls onto the charred cinders that once were the Elven realms. Then my mother's voice." She looked at him with wide, shiny eyes, filled with tears threatening to spill. She spoke her last words in a hushed barely audible voice, as if afraid someone would hear. "My mothers voice echoes in my head. It says: The end is coming. None will be spared. All that is good must come to an end. The end is coming. It is here."
Then silence, deep, long, horrible silence as the terrifying dream sank into them both. Aradel began to shake and quiver slightly with her knees still drawn to her chest. Legolas put a comforting arm around her shoulders and she leaned into him as the tears spilled down her cheeks, though her face remained the same. And they sat there for what seemed like an eternity, until the Elven prince was sure she was asleep, eye flickering wildly as usual and went to his own cloak and fell into deep sleep.
A/N: Well that was a bit of a scary dream. It will make slightly more sense in the future. Which reminds me i need to make it make sense in the future. Anyhoo i haven't got that many reviews lately :( hint hint Nehoo, bye-bye!:D
Elven Script: I know, it is a shame. We'll have to think up some more extra good trickery, i suppose. Well there goes my weekend, Lol! :D
Muddie21: I don't think so the chances are very low. Of course if someone kills me and takes over my story maybe in the end they will but i seriously doubt that will happen.
