They set out in the boats, hearing the elves still singing. The boats
began drifting down the river, the elves had come to the riverbank, to see
them leave, Caitlin looked at Frodo. Seeing his eyes drift to the shore
where Galadriel stood, her hand in silent goodbye. Caitlin remembered the
meeting they had before she left, and how Galadriel had presented her with
the sword of light. The sword was named Gomaithis, meaning sword of the
lightning bright blade. It was made by the forge of Mirkwood, two and a
half thousand years ago, after the fall of Souron. It was forged for
Galadriel, but still a hundred years passed its making she had not wielded
it. Galadriel would say, in those days that she was not the true wielder of
Gomaithis, but only a keeper of its blade, until its true owner came to
clame it.
It was perfectly balanced, a masterpiece of art and weaponry, its ivory hilt curved a small bit just as Arwens sword, Hadhafang did, and its spiral elvish designs reflected off the light, the designs were gold, and stretched from the hilt to the tip of the blade. It also had an inscripture, which rested on the blade, yet the words twisted around to both sides of the gleaming silver metal, making the words quite lengthy, a paragraph at least she thought. Caitlin could not read it and was about to ask Legolas to translate it for her when he began to speak. " Forged for the lady of wisdom, great knowledge, and light, whose heart has come across the sea to dwell among those of middle earth. For whose hand is to strike down those who would destroy beauty, light, love, wisdom, and all that is good in the world. For the times of strife when only aggressive action is then called for, and her hand may follow her heart in strength, courage and compassion as she goes into battle." He read from the blades engraving.
"It is quite a sword." She said. "I do hope I may return it to her one day." Said Caitlin.
"Don't say that just yet lass, there is time yet to actually use the sword before ya should return it." Said Gimli who smiled at her. Gimli seemed to place himself as her mentor in many ways, which suited Caitlin just fine, she knew him to be skilled and someone who would teach her valuable skills, he was cheery and wise, and so ready to face any challenge that would come their way.
"It was Galadriel who was holding it for you, the sword was meant to be in your hand." Said Legolas.
They passed the final tree that was on the border of Lothlorien, its winding beauty somehow different than the rest of the trees that began to fill their view as they paddled further and further away from Lothlorien, Galadriel, and all the elves.
"Will you miss your kin?" asked Caitlin as she paddled with Legolas down the river.
Legolas continued to paddle, "yes, I am fond of being around elves." He said.
She turned to look at him as he spoke. "But I am also with my kin here in the fellowship." He said staring at her as they paddled.
"Awww, isn't that sweet, the lad thinks were kin." Said Gimli in his typical sarcastic manor. Caitlin laughed at the irony, thinking just how true that statement would be with these two, an elf and a dwarve, best friends.
As they left Lothlorien, the morning air was crisp and cool, nipping the faces of the fellowship. They reached the river and continued down its winding trail. They passed high cliffs and forests making them seem so small in comparison Legolas peered in to the woods, he thought for a moment that he had heard something, or saw something, but their was only shadow. . Caitlin knew what hunted them terrifying uruk hai, which were fierce warriors. She saw Legolas look to the trees, as if he saw something, his awareness of there presence lingered in the back of her mind.
Her grip on her sword intensified as they passed the kings of old, there stone hands outstretched, they were so tall and massive, a vision of a mighty kingdom, long forgotten in the ruined ash of a kingless land. She suspected that they would soon reach the falls, and then stop for the night unaware of the battle so close. But their boats did not stop and, paddled long into the night. Caitlin hadn't expected this, she was nervous in the dark, but knew they would not get attacked until they had reached the falls and could go no further in the boats.
Aragorn, who carried Sam and Frodo in his boat, had been first, but he drifted back to paddle beside Boromir, Perry and Pippin. He spoke to them but Caitlin could not hear his word.
"We are stopping for the night." Said Legolas to Gimli and Caitlin.
All the boats paddled to shore, finding a spot were the trees seemed less dense and the moons light illuminated much of the surrounding ground.
The boats reached shore and everyone got out. Legolas and Caitlin pulled in the boat, as did the rest of the fellowship, up to shore so that they could be turned over and their food placed underneath, protected from any wild animals that came to near.
Caitlin's hand never left her sword as she surveyed the area. The night air was cool and crisp, the darkness made everything tinged with a blue hue with the light of the moon.
She was not nervous; she did not think the orcs would attack tonight. She knew that in the book, it took several days to reach the rivers end, this was just one of the nights resting on shore.
The hobbits, merry and pippin went to find food with Gimli. Aragorn, Frodo and Sam went about setting up the camp. Caitlin watched Legolas, who looked wearily at the surrounding wood. He felt the coming hoard.
Caitlin saw the forest, the moon shining down on them. She walked further and further away from the camp, hearing Merry and pippins voices as she went, they were going on and on about what they were going to make for dinner.
Caitlin headed out among the trees, where the wind blew soft across her face, the trees were long and thin, the grass was sparse, giving way to the leaves and dirt that riddled the soil. She stopped at s spot that was clear of any trees and stumps. Where the ground was made flat. She removed her shoes, tossing them aside under a tree. The earth was dry and comforting to her feet, soft but not like grass, soft like unpacked dirt. She began her stretching, which took a few minutes. Then removing her sword she held it in her right hand, feeling its weight and balence in her fingers. This weapon would be the only thing standing between her and death. She brought it to her side, and bent her knees, holding the weapon as thou she were about to strike. She thrust forward, and then repositioned her body, allowing the blade to go upwards, then bending again she brought the blade down again. She slashed and cut at the air, creating the movements and power as though she truly were in a battle fighting. Her movements would seem foreign and strange to one who did not practice swordsmanship or martial arts, as she moved the blade with acute precision toward her imaginary opponent.
As she practiced, she thought of how different things had been when she were faced with someone who was actually trying to kill you. In the battle at Moria, she had been pleased that she hadn't frozen up and not fought at all. But at the same time, that battle had been much easier than the ones to come, and she doubted her ability to survive when faced with a more intense and brutal fight.
She swung the sword around, turning her body to the right when her blade met another. The two sheaths of metal clashed together, creating a loud unnatural noise for such a tranquil forest, the noise rang through the leaves, the only sound to be heard.
Caitlin's hair flew about her face as she came face to face with the mad wielding the sword.
This chapter is so short, but I have been revising some of the script, as it were and the character I had in mind to be the person she is fighting, really just isn't going to work. So if any of you have any suggestions, as to whom it should be please post in review.
It can be anyone in the fellowship. I will take anyone's suggestions under consideration, so if you have been missing interaction with a certain character in the story, or you want more of another character please post your suggestions in a review along with any reason you have for me putting that character in.
I want my readers to be happy so this is your chance to let me know what you want.
Thanks aiko alima
It was perfectly balanced, a masterpiece of art and weaponry, its ivory hilt curved a small bit just as Arwens sword, Hadhafang did, and its spiral elvish designs reflected off the light, the designs were gold, and stretched from the hilt to the tip of the blade. It also had an inscripture, which rested on the blade, yet the words twisted around to both sides of the gleaming silver metal, making the words quite lengthy, a paragraph at least she thought. Caitlin could not read it and was about to ask Legolas to translate it for her when he began to speak. " Forged for the lady of wisdom, great knowledge, and light, whose heart has come across the sea to dwell among those of middle earth. For whose hand is to strike down those who would destroy beauty, light, love, wisdom, and all that is good in the world. For the times of strife when only aggressive action is then called for, and her hand may follow her heart in strength, courage and compassion as she goes into battle." He read from the blades engraving.
"It is quite a sword." She said. "I do hope I may return it to her one day." Said Caitlin.
"Don't say that just yet lass, there is time yet to actually use the sword before ya should return it." Said Gimli who smiled at her. Gimli seemed to place himself as her mentor in many ways, which suited Caitlin just fine, she knew him to be skilled and someone who would teach her valuable skills, he was cheery and wise, and so ready to face any challenge that would come their way.
"It was Galadriel who was holding it for you, the sword was meant to be in your hand." Said Legolas.
They passed the final tree that was on the border of Lothlorien, its winding beauty somehow different than the rest of the trees that began to fill their view as they paddled further and further away from Lothlorien, Galadriel, and all the elves.
"Will you miss your kin?" asked Caitlin as she paddled with Legolas down the river.
Legolas continued to paddle, "yes, I am fond of being around elves." He said.
She turned to look at him as he spoke. "But I am also with my kin here in the fellowship." He said staring at her as they paddled.
"Awww, isn't that sweet, the lad thinks were kin." Said Gimli in his typical sarcastic manor. Caitlin laughed at the irony, thinking just how true that statement would be with these two, an elf and a dwarve, best friends.
As they left Lothlorien, the morning air was crisp and cool, nipping the faces of the fellowship. They reached the river and continued down its winding trail. They passed high cliffs and forests making them seem so small in comparison Legolas peered in to the woods, he thought for a moment that he had heard something, or saw something, but their was only shadow. . Caitlin knew what hunted them terrifying uruk hai, which were fierce warriors. She saw Legolas look to the trees, as if he saw something, his awareness of there presence lingered in the back of her mind.
Her grip on her sword intensified as they passed the kings of old, there stone hands outstretched, they were so tall and massive, a vision of a mighty kingdom, long forgotten in the ruined ash of a kingless land. She suspected that they would soon reach the falls, and then stop for the night unaware of the battle so close. But their boats did not stop and, paddled long into the night. Caitlin hadn't expected this, she was nervous in the dark, but knew they would not get attacked until they had reached the falls and could go no further in the boats.
Aragorn, who carried Sam and Frodo in his boat, had been first, but he drifted back to paddle beside Boromir, Perry and Pippin. He spoke to them but Caitlin could not hear his word.
"We are stopping for the night." Said Legolas to Gimli and Caitlin.
All the boats paddled to shore, finding a spot were the trees seemed less dense and the moons light illuminated much of the surrounding ground.
The boats reached shore and everyone got out. Legolas and Caitlin pulled in the boat, as did the rest of the fellowship, up to shore so that they could be turned over and their food placed underneath, protected from any wild animals that came to near.
Caitlin's hand never left her sword as she surveyed the area. The night air was cool and crisp, the darkness made everything tinged with a blue hue with the light of the moon.
She was not nervous; she did not think the orcs would attack tonight. She knew that in the book, it took several days to reach the rivers end, this was just one of the nights resting on shore.
The hobbits, merry and pippin went to find food with Gimli. Aragorn, Frodo and Sam went about setting up the camp. Caitlin watched Legolas, who looked wearily at the surrounding wood. He felt the coming hoard.
Caitlin saw the forest, the moon shining down on them. She walked further and further away from the camp, hearing Merry and pippins voices as she went, they were going on and on about what they were going to make for dinner.
Caitlin headed out among the trees, where the wind blew soft across her face, the trees were long and thin, the grass was sparse, giving way to the leaves and dirt that riddled the soil. She stopped at s spot that was clear of any trees and stumps. Where the ground was made flat. She removed her shoes, tossing them aside under a tree. The earth was dry and comforting to her feet, soft but not like grass, soft like unpacked dirt. She began her stretching, which took a few minutes. Then removing her sword she held it in her right hand, feeling its weight and balence in her fingers. This weapon would be the only thing standing between her and death. She brought it to her side, and bent her knees, holding the weapon as thou she were about to strike. She thrust forward, and then repositioned her body, allowing the blade to go upwards, then bending again she brought the blade down again. She slashed and cut at the air, creating the movements and power as though she truly were in a battle fighting. Her movements would seem foreign and strange to one who did not practice swordsmanship or martial arts, as she moved the blade with acute precision toward her imaginary opponent.
As she practiced, she thought of how different things had been when she were faced with someone who was actually trying to kill you. In the battle at Moria, she had been pleased that she hadn't frozen up and not fought at all. But at the same time, that battle had been much easier than the ones to come, and she doubted her ability to survive when faced with a more intense and brutal fight.
She swung the sword around, turning her body to the right when her blade met another. The two sheaths of metal clashed together, creating a loud unnatural noise for such a tranquil forest, the noise rang through the leaves, the only sound to be heard.
Caitlin's hair flew about her face as she came face to face with the mad wielding the sword.
This chapter is so short, but I have been revising some of the script, as it were and the character I had in mind to be the person she is fighting, really just isn't going to work. So if any of you have any suggestions, as to whom it should be please post in review.
It can be anyone in the fellowship. I will take anyone's suggestions under consideration, so if you have been missing interaction with a certain character in the story, or you want more of another character please post your suggestions in a review along with any reason you have for me putting that character in.
I want my readers to be happy so this is your chance to let me know what you want.
Thanks aiko alima