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Entering Rohan
When Legolas awoke the sun was shinning and a fire was crackling in the pit. He silently cursed himself for sleeping in so late as he got up and stumbled his was to sit with the rest of the fellowship.
"Why didn't anyone wake me?" he asked taking a plate of sausage and eggs that Pippin passed him.
Aradel looked up from her plate. "You looked like you needed the sleep that's all. Besides you eat fast and are usually ready a long time before the rest of us so we saw no harm in letting you sleep a few minutes longer."
He shook his head and rolled his eyes then began to eat quickly. Once he shot a questioning glance at Aradel and his reply had been a bright smile and friendly nod, everything was fine. It was, after all, just a nightmare and it was long forgotten, for now.
They were quick to pack up and leave, still heading strait south for Rohan. Aragorn had told them they were very close to the borders of Gondor and after that it was only an hours walk to Rohan. No one was listening though, to submersed in their own thoughts and ponderings to be bothered.
As the day grew late the sun became more and more hot and tedious, and not only the female of the group was effected. All of their movements became slow and sluggish, no one talked much as they were not able to spare the energy. Legolas again noticed that Aradel looked much more tired then the rest and far, far more distraught.
"Are you OK? You look like you're about to die." He commented when she began limping ever so slightly that no one couldn't notice but him. And that was only because he was staring at her feet because there was nothing else to do.
"I'm fine, I just didn't get as much sleep as I would have liked last night. That's all, I swear." She added seeing the skeptical look on his face.
"Is this about that nightmare of yours? Because if it's becoming a problem I know some herbs and therapies that can do wonders for it. When I was young Ada used to-" he was cut off by the holding up of Aradel's hand, not wanting to go over Legolas' orc nightmare again.
"It has nothing to do with the nightmare, there was rock in my back." Then she gave him a look that said 'if you bring it up once more I'm going to have to bash your head in with a rock' so he just shut up. A very wise decision indeed.
So they walked and all the time she was getting worse. Her limp intensified and her breathing became a lot softer then it should have been. She had large bags under her eyes, that was the only physical aspect of her exhaustion but he could feel that she was greatly in need of rest. Of course, he didn't dare do anything about it because she would surely have his head on a spike and this put him in a bit of a disposition.
By the time night fell she almost collapsed by the fire and went strait to sleep. She only slept for ten minutes though, then she woke and sat with the rest of them. She was acting rather strangely sitting just outside the firelight with her knees brought up to her chest shivering slightly. Everyone still thought she was asleep. All but Legolas, whose Elven ears could hear her fast, short breathing.
When they had all fallen asleep she crept into the fire light and just sat, staring at the red embers of the previous fire. Her eyes kept darting all over as if afraid something or someone was watching her, looking for her. So she sat, nervous and quivering until daylight when Aragorn was the first to rise.
"Good morning. Why are you up so early?" he asked when he saw her starting to prepare breakfast.
"Making breakfast, you make the fire." She tossed him a couple of sticks. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine, couldn't sleep for the longest time though. I though I would never get to sleep." He laughed trotting over to the fire pit and easily igniting the two sticks he held. "And you?"
"Me too. I didn't get to sleep for about two hours. I was too preoccupied, thinking about everything." She replied rather distantly.
"Define everything."
"Exactly what I said, everything. About my mother, my father, my friends, Mirkwood, Rivendell, thoughts kept flooding my mind and they didn't want me to sleep." She said while frying some sausages and eggs for the two of them. The rest could make their own this morning.
"Rivendell. Were you thinking of that time where you were making out with Elrohir in the courtyard?" he said with a devilish grin and a mocking laugh.
"What on earth are you talking about?" she asked turning a confused and a bit disturbed look on him.
"You know, it was at night and he met you and said you looked pretty and stuff like that. Then he kissed you under the stars drenched in moonlight. It was sickeningly romantic." He replied still wearing a grin.
She pondered it and for a moment there was a stiff silence. Then realization came across her face, then exasperation. "You dimwit that was you!"
"I was not kissing Elrohir!"
"No, you kissed me after I sent Elrohir away for trying to kiss me. I gave you confidence or whatever for getting to know Arwen!" she replied shaking her head.
"Yea, I just wanted you to acknowledge it." He said smugly. She reached across and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Ow! Don't do that, I hate that!" he said almost screaming with frustration. Her reply was to stick out her tongue and turn back to her breakfast. She divided it evenly and handed him his share.
"What's all this yelling for?" came the grumpy voice of Gimli from a little while back. He sat up and rubbed his head absent-mindedly. "Can't a Dwarf sleep in these days without being woken up by a couple of rude humans?"
"Thank you!" Aradel exclaimed waving a hand at him. He and Aragorn raised an eyebrow, looked sad that they had not prepared breakfast for him and began cooking his own.
Then one after another they all started waking up, the last being Pippin as usual. After they all ate quickly with Aragorn breathing down their necks he herded them all up and to get going because, as he often told them, the sooner they get to Rohan the better.
As the sun grew stronger and climbed higher into the sky again, Aradel grew weaker and faint. She wore a dreamy expression all the time now and was at the back of the fellowship with only Legolas most of the time. He was starting to get worried and that definitely showed on his face especially when he was glancing over at her nervously.
As they were walking in a particularly dense part of the forest, which Aragorn told them meant they were closer to Rohan, Aradel's head snapped up and she suddenly became alert and tense. Her eyes darted to the bushes and trees surrounding them.
"What is it?" the elf beside her asked in a low voice.
"Men approach. They watch us." She replied quickly in a hushed voice. Her hands were twitching as if about to grasp the sword strapped to her waist.
The entire fellowship stopped when a twig snapped just beyond their site. Everyone drew their swords, except for Legolas who instinctively drew his bow and an arrow from the quiver strapped to his back.
"Who goes there?" Aragorn's voice boomed out echoing the tiniest bit. Someone replied by stepping out of cover behind them. They all whipped around, nervous and on edge, pointing their weapons threateningly.
"We are a patrol group of the Rohirum. I am afraid, Lord Aragorn, that we must escort you to the city and to the King." The soldier said, nervousness lacing his voice ever so slightly. At this his entire platoon stepped out and surrounded them in a non-threatening way. A sigh of relief issued from the mouths of the fellowship in union as they seethed their weapons.
They followed the patrol group through the forest until the came across a plain. From there they could see the stone walls of the city with flags showing the symbol of Rohan. A white horse on a green background. From there it was only thirty minutes until they were at the gates.
When the lead soldier told the guard their business the great oak doors swung slowly open, creaking and heavy. There they were lead to the small palace at the top of the hill that was occupied by the people of Rohan. A few men could be seen sitting around a fire talking seriously about the war at hand. They were lead up the narrow dirt path to the great mahogany doors of the prestigious fortress of King Theoden.
"Your weapons, please." The soldier asked, stepping in front of them just before they entered.
Each of them glanced uncertainly at the others, unsure. Finally Aradel gave up her weapons closely followed by Aragorn then the others. Once their weapons were in the guard's custody another two opened the mahogany doors and let them pass.
They entered the hall and all gasped in union at who was standing just in front of Theoden, King of Rohan. He had long white hair, down to his upper back tied over a white robe that seemed to glow even in the minimal light that was in the hall. He held a long white staff in one hand and as he turned the other waved at them welcomingly along with the friendly smile that was on his face.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn exclaimed, before he ran up and embraced him warmly.
"Aragorn, it is good to see you again. As it is to see all of you again, I didn't think I would get to." he replied looking them all in the eye after Aragorn had backed away slightly.
"Gandalf! I can't believe this, how can you be alive?" Pippin exclaimed giddily running up and, too, embracing the wizard now clad in white.
"But…but…you fell." Aragorn stammered not letting his eyes stray from his old friend.
Gandalf smiled fondly at them all and explained, "Through fire, and water. On the lowest dungeon, on the highest peak I fought him, the Balrog of Morgoth." He let his eyes glaze over in memory at this point. "Until at last I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me and I strayed out of thought and time. The stars field of end, and everyday was as long as a life age on the earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I've been sent back until my task is done."
"What a tale that was. You're a hero, Gandalf." Aradel said with a grin. He inclined his head in her direction, acknowledging her.
After a long while of speaking with Gandalf they noticed King Theoden sitting on his thrown listening intently. They all directed their gaze towards him and he stared impassive back.
"What's with him?" Aradel asked Gandalf in a barely audible whisper.
"He was under Saruman's spell and bid to do nothing of his takeover. I released him from it just before you came in and he has yet to regain his strength." He replied in a similar whisper.
She nodded in acknowledgment as Theoden stood and looked at Eowyn who had just entered the hall and stared at her uncle in disbelief. Joyously, she ran to him and he looked into her eyes.
"I know your face." He said weakly, with a fond smile. "Eowyn." She grinned back and embraced him giddily. As they were doing that Grima was trying to sneak out without them noticing. This failed horribly and Gandalf literally threw him out through the mahogany doors.
He landed on his face and pleaded for his Lord's forgiveness while he was sprawled on the ground and Theoden stood above him wielding his sword.
"I have only ever served you my lord." He pleaded, pathetically.
"Your witchcraft would have had me on all fours crawling like a beast!" the King roared furiously.
"Send me not from your sight." Grima continued to plead. Then Theoden raised his sword ready to deal the mighty blow that would release Grima of his head but was stopped rather suddenly by Aragorn. After a few whispered words he lowered his sword.
Taking advantage, Grima ran through the crowd of people that had come to watch crying, "Get out of my way!" loudly and pushing his was through them.
Aragorn stepped forward and faced the crowd, "Hail Theoden King" All of the city before him bowed as did the fellowship behind him.
The King turned to Gandalf and asked. "Where is Theodred? Where is my son?" With a saddened look overcoming his face Gandalf informed him of his son's death and led him to the burial site.
A short while afterwards Hama, the lead soldier that had lead them there, informed them that they would be lead to their sleeping quarters and would have to follow him. They did as they were told and followed him into the old stone castle. They climbed a flight of stairs and turned a corner to reach the hallway in which the doors leading to the rooms were etched into the stone walls.
They were split into two, yet again, and given the rooms in the middle of the hall across the way from each other. Hama bid them good day and left after telling them that dinner would be held in the main hall at sunset. Weary from their long journey Aragorn, Gimli and Merry retired to their room on the left while Aradel, Legolas and Pippin entered in the right.
Once inside Pippin collapsed on one of two low beds stuffed with what seemed to be soft hay or grass. There were two pillows on each bed stuffed with duck down. There was a lone window set low on the wall opposite the door.
Pippin had claimed the bed closest to the door, naturally, and Legolas and Aradel stepped inside and looked at each other. "Who gets the bed?" she asked her face impassive.
"I don't know. You look pretty tired, though, from your dream. Maybe a nice soft bed will stop them and you'll get some sleep, you can have to bed. I'll sleep on the floor." He commented his face impassive as well.
She looked uncertain and slightly confused at his sudden gentlemanly change of character. "Are you sure?" she asked slowly.
"Of course."
She raised an eyebrow indignantly.
"I'm sure, see that patch of stone over there in the corner?" he exclaimed pointing, "That looks wonderfully soft and warm. We should get some sleep before dinner, no offense but you look like death."
She sneered but didn't say anything but just strode slowly to the bed and lay down. It wasn't the most comfortable beds in the world but they beat lying on a thin cloak with ten rocks crammed in your back. Immediately after her head hit the pillow she was asleep.
Darkness, complete and utter darkness. A face appears, it's her mother, but her face isn't smiling as usual. It is sad and solemn as if a family member had just died. Her mouth moves but no words come out and it adds an eerie feeling to everything around her. Her face fades again and is replaced with flashes of images. Images of Mirkwood, the Rivendell, then Lothlorien. Finally a mountain, it takes a while for her to recognize it but when she does she wishes she hadn't. Mt. Doom. The three Elven realms appear below it and begin to burn, smoke rises slowly in rivets and an evil face forms within it but is whisked away as fast as it appeared. That face was of Celeborn. The cities are now in cinders and a face appears above them, smiling and happy, Legolas' face. She watches in horror as his face burns and the smile remains, strong and true. His flesh melts away and bone is transformed to ash, and is blown away in the chilling wind that now sweeps the darkened place. Then darkness, complete and utter darkness.
Her mother's voice rings through the darkness, soft and quick. "The end is coming. None will be spared. All that is good must come to an end. The end is coming. It is here!" The last words are hissed as though it were looming over her ready to swallow her and everything she loved into the abyss.
She bolted upright, drenched in a cold sweat, breathing heavily in terror. Her eyes darted around the room in search of the source of the eerie voice, her mother's. She wanted to see her mother's comforting face again. As she realized it was only a dream she sighed deeply and lay back down.
A/N: Alright for those who have read the series, Aradel did NOT in any way shape or form kiss Elrohir at any point in time. Just slightly more sick than the whole Aragorn and Arwen thing. They're cousins you know, sixty times removed but still cousins. So now they're all in Rohan, I'm sorry if some facts or whatever are wrong but i haven't actually read this chapter in a while.
Arien: Yea, she neglects to tell him alot of things. I like the pushing little brother into a cliff idea. :D
kazbels: I told you it was original:D
I like MINTS: Hey, so do i! I found your review very...interesting. Lol. Maybe we should both stay off the sugar for a while. (Note: I'm saying that while drinking a milkshake):D
Elven Script: I don't need no body's help. I'm to lazy to do it anyways. Lol. :D
Muddie21: You don't sound nagging, don't worry. As i've probably said before i update every two days, so i don't run out of material before you guys read it all. Lol, this one is about page 105 and i've got 140 pages so if i update to fast i'll run out then be under a whole bunch of pressure to write and that's not cool. Nehoo, thanks for reviewing(you and everyone else) bye-bye!:D
Entering Rohan
When Legolas awoke the sun was shinning and a fire was crackling in the pit. He silently cursed himself for sleeping in so late as he got up and stumbled his was to sit with the rest of the fellowship.
"Why didn't anyone wake me?" he asked taking a plate of sausage and eggs that Pippin passed him.
Aradel looked up from her plate. "You looked like you needed the sleep that's all. Besides you eat fast and are usually ready a long time before the rest of us so we saw no harm in letting you sleep a few minutes longer."
He shook his head and rolled his eyes then began to eat quickly. Once he shot a questioning glance at Aradel and his reply had been a bright smile and friendly nod, everything was fine. It was, after all, just a nightmare and it was long forgotten, for now.
They were quick to pack up and leave, still heading strait south for Rohan. Aragorn had told them they were very close to the borders of Gondor and after that it was only an hours walk to Rohan. No one was listening though, to submersed in their own thoughts and ponderings to be bothered.
As the day grew late the sun became more and more hot and tedious, and not only the female of the group was effected. All of their movements became slow and sluggish, no one talked much as they were not able to spare the energy. Legolas again noticed that Aradel looked much more tired then the rest and far, far more distraught.
"Are you OK? You look like you're about to die." He commented when she began limping ever so slightly that no one couldn't notice but him. And that was only because he was staring at her feet because there was nothing else to do.
"I'm fine, I just didn't get as much sleep as I would have liked last night. That's all, I swear." She added seeing the skeptical look on his face.
"Is this about that nightmare of yours? Because if it's becoming a problem I know some herbs and therapies that can do wonders for it. When I was young Ada used to-" he was cut off by the holding up of Aradel's hand, not wanting to go over Legolas' orc nightmare again.
"It has nothing to do with the nightmare, there was rock in my back." Then she gave him a look that said 'if you bring it up once more I'm going to have to bash your head in with a rock' so he just shut up. A very wise decision indeed.
So they walked and all the time she was getting worse. Her limp intensified and her breathing became a lot softer then it should have been. She had large bags under her eyes, that was the only physical aspect of her exhaustion but he could feel that she was greatly in need of rest. Of course, he didn't dare do anything about it because she would surely have his head on a spike and this put him in a bit of a disposition.
By the time night fell she almost collapsed by the fire and went strait to sleep. She only slept for ten minutes though, then she woke and sat with the rest of them. She was acting rather strangely sitting just outside the firelight with her knees brought up to her chest shivering slightly. Everyone still thought she was asleep. All but Legolas, whose Elven ears could hear her fast, short breathing.
When they had all fallen asleep she crept into the fire light and just sat, staring at the red embers of the previous fire. Her eyes kept darting all over as if afraid something or someone was watching her, looking for her. So she sat, nervous and quivering until daylight when Aragorn was the first to rise.
"Good morning. Why are you up so early?" he asked when he saw her starting to prepare breakfast.
"Making breakfast, you make the fire." She tossed him a couple of sticks. "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine, couldn't sleep for the longest time though. I though I would never get to sleep." He laughed trotting over to the fire pit and easily igniting the two sticks he held. "And you?"
"Me too. I didn't get to sleep for about two hours. I was too preoccupied, thinking about everything." She replied rather distantly.
"Define everything."
"Exactly what I said, everything. About my mother, my father, my friends, Mirkwood, Rivendell, thoughts kept flooding my mind and they didn't want me to sleep." She said while frying some sausages and eggs for the two of them. The rest could make their own this morning.
"Rivendell. Were you thinking of that time where you were making out with Elrohir in the courtyard?" he said with a devilish grin and a mocking laugh.
"What on earth are you talking about?" she asked turning a confused and a bit disturbed look on him.
"You know, it was at night and he met you and said you looked pretty and stuff like that. Then he kissed you under the stars drenched in moonlight. It was sickeningly romantic." He replied still wearing a grin.
She pondered it and for a moment there was a stiff silence. Then realization came across her face, then exasperation. "You dimwit that was you!"
"I was not kissing Elrohir!"
"No, you kissed me after I sent Elrohir away for trying to kiss me. I gave you confidence or whatever for getting to know Arwen!" she replied shaking her head.
"Yea, I just wanted you to acknowledge it." He said smugly. She reached across and smacked him in the back of the head.
"Ow! Don't do that, I hate that!" he said almost screaming with frustration. Her reply was to stick out her tongue and turn back to her breakfast. She divided it evenly and handed him his share.
"What's all this yelling for?" came the grumpy voice of Gimli from a little while back. He sat up and rubbed his head absent-mindedly. "Can't a Dwarf sleep in these days without being woken up by a couple of rude humans?"
"Thank you!" Aradel exclaimed waving a hand at him. He and Aragorn raised an eyebrow, looked sad that they had not prepared breakfast for him and began cooking his own.
Then one after another they all started waking up, the last being Pippin as usual. After they all ate quickly with Aragorn breathing down their necks he herded them all up and to get going because, as he often told them, the sooner they get to Rohan the better.
As the sun grew stronger and climbed higher into the sky again, Aradel grew weaker and faint. She wore a dreamy expression all the time now and was at the back of the fellowship with only Legolas most of the time. He was starting to get worried and that definitely showed on his face especially when he was glancing over at her nervously.
As they were walking in a particularly dense part of the forest, which Aragorn told them meant they were closer to Rohan, Aradel's head snapped up and she suddenly became alert and tense. Her eyes darted to the bushes and trees surrounding them.
"What is it?" the elf beside her asked in a low voice.
"Men approach. They watch us." She replied quickly in a hushed voice. Her hands were twitching as if about to grasp the sword strapped to her waist.
The entire fellowship stopped when a twig snapped just beyond their site. Everyone drew their swords, except for Legolas who instinctively drew his bow and an arrow from the quiver strapped to his back.
"Who goes there?" Aragorn's voice boomed out echoing the tiniest bit. Someone replied by stepping out of cover behind them. They all whipped around, nervous and on edge, pointing their weapons threateningly.
"We are a patrol group of the Rohirum. I am afraid, Lord Aragorn, that we must escort you to the city and to the King." The soldier said, nervousness lacing his voice ever so slightly. At this his entire platoon stepped out and surrounded them in a non-threatening way. A sigh of relief issued from the mouths of the fellowship in union as they seethed their weapons.
They followed the patrol group through the forest until the came across a plain. From there they could see the stone walls of the city with flags showing the symbol of Rohan. A white horse on a green background. From there it was only thirty minutes until they were at the gates.
When the lead soldier told the guard their business the great oak doors swung slowly open, creaking and heavy. There they were lead to the small palace at the top of the hill that was occupied by the people of Rohan. A few men could be seen sitting around a fire talking seriously about the war at hand. They were lead up the narrow dirt path to the great mahogany doors of the prestigious fortress of King Theoden.
"Your weapons, please." The soldier asked, stepping in front of them just before they entered.
Each of them glanced uncertainly at the others, unsure. Finally Aradel gave up her weapons closely followed by Aragorn then the others. Once their weapons were in the guard's custody another two opened the mahogany doors and let them pass.
They entered the hall and all gasped in union at who was standing just in front of Theoden, King of Rohan. He had long white hair, down to his upper back tied over a white robe that seemed to glow even in the minimal light that was in the hall. He held a long white staff in one hand and as he turned the other waved at them welcomingly along with the friendly smile that was on his face.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn exclaimed, before he ran up and embraced him warmly.
"Aragorn, it is good to see you again. As it is to see all of you again, I didn't think I would get to." he replied looking them all in the eye after Aragorn had backed away slightly.
"Gandalf! I can't believe this, how can you be alive?" Pippin exclaimed giddily running up and, too, embracing the wizard now clad in white.
"But…but…you fell." Aragorn stammered not letting his eyes stray from his old friend.
Gandalf smiled fondly at them all and explained, "Through fire, and water. On the lowest dungeon, on the highest peak I fought him, the Balrog of Morgoth." He let his eyes glaze over in memory at this point. "Until at last I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me and I strayed out of thought and time. The stars field of end, and everyday was as long as a life age on the earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I've been sent back until my task is done."
"What a tale that was. You're a hero, Gandalf." Aradel said with a grin. He inclined his head in her direction, acknowledging her.
After a long while of speaking with Gandalf they noticed King Theoden sitting on his thrown listening intently. They all directed their gaze towards him and he stared impassive back.
"What's with him?" Aradel asked Gandalf in a barely audible whisper.
"He was under Saruman's spell and bid to do nothing of his takeover. I released him from it just before you came in and he has yet to regain his strength." He replied in a similar whisper.
She nodded in acknowledgment as Theoden stood and looked at Eowyn who had just entered the hall and stared at her uncle in disbelief. Joyously, she ran to him and he looked into her eyes.
"I know your face." He said weakly, with a fond smile. "Eowyn." She grinned back and embraced him giddily. As they were doing that Grima was trying to sneak out without them noticing. This failed horribly and Gandalf literally threw him out through the mahogany doors.
He landed on his face and pleaded for his Lord's forgiveness while he was sprawled on the ground and Theoden stood above him wielding his sword.
"I have only ever served you my lord." He pleaded, pathetically.
"Your witchcraft would have had me on all fours crawling like a beast!" the King roared furiously.
"Send me not from your sight." Grima continued to plead. Then Theoden raised his sword ready to deal the mighty blow that would release Grima of his head but was stopped rather suddenly by Aragorn. After a few whispered words he lowered his sword.
Taking advantage, Grima ran through the crowd of people that had come to watch crying, "Get out of my way!" loudly and pushing his was through them.
Aragorn stepped forward and faced the crowd, "Hail Theoden King" All of the city before him bowed as did the fellowship behind him.
The King turned to Gandalf and asked. "Where is Theodred? Where is my son?" With a saddened look overcoming his face Gandalf informed him of his son's death and led him to the burial site.
A short while afterwards Hama, the lead soldier that had lead them there, informed them that they would be lead to their sleeping quarters and would have to follow him. They did as they were told and followed him into the old stone castle. They climbed a flight of stairs and turned a corner to reach the hallway in which the doors leading to the rooms were etched into the stone walls.
They were split into two, yet again, and given the rooms in the middle of the hall across the way from each other. Hama bid them good day and left after telling them that dinner would be held in the main hall at sunset. Weary from their long journey Aragorn, Gimli and Merry retired to their room on the left while Aradel, Legolas and Pippin entered in the right.
Once inside Pippin collapsed on one of two low beds stuffed with what seemed to be soft hay or grass. There were two pillows on each bed stuffed with duck down. There was a lone window set low on the wall opposite the door.
Pippin had claimed the bed closest to the door, naturally, and Legolas and Aradel stepped inside and looked at each other. "Who gets the bed?" she asked her face impassive.
"I don't know. You look pretty tired, though, from your dream. Maybe a nice soft bed will stop them and you'll get some sleep, you can have to bed. I'll sleep on the floor." He commented his face impassive as well.
She looked uncertain and slightly confused at his sudden gentlemanly change of character. "Are you sure?" she asked slowly.
"Of course."
She raised an eyebrow indignantly.
"I'm sure, see that patch of stone over there in the corner?" he exclaimed pointing, "That looks wonderfully soft and warm. We should get some sleep before dinner, no offense but you look like death."
She sneered but didn't say anything but just strode slowly to the bed and lay down. It wasn't the most comfortable beds in the world but they beat lying on a thin cloak with ten rocks crammed in your back. Immediately after her head hit the pillow she was asleep.
Darkness, complete and utter darkness. A face appears, it's her mother, but her face isn't smiling as usual. It is sad and solemn as if a family member had just died. Her mouth moves but no words come out and it adds an eerie feeling to everything around her. Her face fades again and is replaced with flashes of images. Images of Mirkwood, the Rivendell, then Lothlorien. Finally a mountain, it takes a while for her to recognize it but when she does she wishes she hadn't. Mt. Doom. The three Elven realms appear below it and begin to burn, smoke rises slowly in rivets and an evil face forms within it but is whisked away as fast as it appeared. That face was of Celeborn. The cities are now in cinders and a face appears above them, smiling and happy, Legolas' face. She watches in horror as his face burns and the smile remains, strong and true. His flesh melts away and bone is transformed to ash, and is blown away in the chilling wind that now sweeps the darkened place. Then darkness, complete and utter darkness.
Her mother's voice rings through the darkness, soft and quick. "The end is coming. None will be spared. All that is good must come to an end. The end is coming. It is here!" The last words are hissed as though it were looming over her ready to swallow her and everything she loved into the abyss.
She bolted upright, drenched in a cold sweat, breathing heavily in terror. Her eyes darted around the room in search of the source of the eerie voice, her mother's. She wanted to see her mother's comforting face again. As she realized it was only a dream she sighed deeply and lay back down.
A/N: Alright for those who have read the series, Aradel did NOT in any way shape or form kiss Elrohir at any point in time. Just slightly more sick than the whole Aragorn and Arwen thing. They're cousins you know, sixty times removed but still cousins. So now they're all in Rohan, I'm sorry if some facts or whatever are wrong but i haven't actually read this chapter in a while.
Arien: Yea, she neglects to tell him alot of things. I like the pushing little brother into a cliff idea. :D
kazbels: I told you it was original:D
I like MINTS: Hey, so do i! I found your review very...interesting. Lol. Maybe we should both stay off the sugar for a while. (Note: I'm saying that while drinking a milkshake):D
Elven Script: I don't need no body's help. I'm to lazy to do it anyways. Lol. :D
Muddie21: You don't sound nagging, don't worry. As i've probably said before i update every two days, so i don't run out of material before you guys read it all. Lol, this one is about page 105 and i've got 140 pages so if i update to fast i'll run out then be under a whole bunch of pressure to write and that's not cool. Nehoo, thanks for reviewing(you and everyone else) bye-bye!:D
