I had hoped to get this up Saturday, but alas school has started and
I do not have the time I once did. But this is a first for me, I don't
think I've ever had a chapter two in a story. Well, I hope that it's as
good as the first chapter.
Oh, and I know that Elrond is evil again, but don't worry. He 'll be gone for quite a bit, I think. I've expanded on a lot- this is only part of the original chapter two.
To find out who owns what see chapter one.
Please read, relax, and enjoy.
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Understanding
He rode for many days, sleeping here and there and eating what he hunted. For several weeks he did not find another man, in fact he did not run into anyone, elf, man or dwarf. He wandered the lands until winter came and he encountered a great deal of trouble for he did not have winter clothing and did not have the means to get it. Food was also hard to come by as many of the animals had gone to hibernate during the harsh winter. And so he began to grow thin and developed a nasty cough. It was during the long nights which his cough and hunger pains kept him awake that he began to think.
At first he blamed the elves for his suffering, but then he remembered that he'd chosen this path, however the thought that at this moment he could be in Rivendell sitting beside a warm fire would not leave his mind and he began to regret his hasty decision.
It was during one of these times, when he had seeked shelter from a terrible blizzard in a cave, that everything made sense, he was the only one who could unite his people because he was the only one who knew how and if he did not, then his people would die. He was not the chosen one, he was just the next in line, Elrond had been the chosen one, the one to teach him and make him into a king. He had thought wrong, his fate did not only concern him, but all of Middle Earth. The lives of man and woman were in his charge and if he did nothing then the blood of those people would be on his hands. But he had been arrogant, forsaking his destiny and leaving his people to die. It was he who ahd brought this upon his people and him, he as the reason and for that he was ashamed.
I should be left here to die, he thought, to die a thousand times over for what I have done. He began to cough, mucus stuck in his throat. Sweat started to form on his brow, the coughing taking a toll on his already weakened body. His vision became hazy. A fuzzy figure walked up to him. It was tall, long brown hair flowed gently over its shoulders. The person knelt down, silently looking at him. His semi-conscious mind realized that it was Lord Elrond.
'Lord Elrond, sir. Please forgive me, I now know what I have done wrong. I have learned.' He begged Elrond. Elrond smiled, he brought a hand up. The edan smiled back, Elrond was going to take care of him, he was safe. Closing his eyes he waited for the hand to feel his forehead for a fever, but that did not happen. Instead he felt a sharp sting on his cheek, opening his eyes he saw Elrond beginning to stand. Tears welled up in the edan's eyes, as he realized that Elrond had come to celebrate the end to his pitiful existence.
Darkness began to creep into his sight, as the coughing began again. He fought against the darkness, but alas he lost. His last sight was of a foot, bearing down upon his chest.
Not long after, a company of men happened to pass by and were looking for a cave to camp in for the night. Perhaps it was luck or maybe it was the gods who decided that this man was now deserving of a helping hand, but regardless the company of men found him, near death from starvation and a nasty cold. There was a great debate for the men were fleeing from a large band of orcs and could not risk capture.
'We should leave him to whatever fate has for him.' Emlyn said.
'Nay we cannot. Do you not remember the oath you took, to protect those who cannot protect themselves?' Yestin replied looking up to the taller man.
'And what about those orcs sir? If we stop to save him, then we may be captured.'
'We don't know that. We've been traveling quickly for almost two days now. There's a lot of distance between us, I do not think we will run into them again. Anyway we cannot go much further until this storm lets up, so while we are here, we cannot simply ignore him. Now bring me my pack and get a fire going.'
'A fire sir?!' Emlyn's long blonde hair flew as he turned to face Yestin, 'That would surely give us away.'
'Do you not trust your captain? I do not wish for us to freeze to death, do you?' Emlyn gulped, he hated the cold, ever since he was a child. During one harsh winter he'd been told to watch his younger brother, Aneurin. Aneurin wanted to play with the bigger kids, but Emlyn told him to stay put. He'd gone home about an hour later, forgetting Aneurin. When the snow stopped they sent out a search party, but did not find the boy until the spring thaws came. He'd never left the spot as Emlyn had told him.
Giving in he went to get the pack and to order a couple men to gather firewood. When he returned, Yestin had laid the man fully on his back and had began to take the man's shirt off.
'Get as many blankets as you can. It looks like he's been in wet clothes for some time and I don't want him to get any sicker.' Yestin commanded as he took the pack. He left the man's trousers on as his eyes caught sight of a nasty bruise upon his chest. He felt around, checking for broken bones, silently thanking Ilúvatar when he found none. He was slightly dismayed at the sight of the man's ribs, it was evident that he had gone without food for sometime. Listening to his lungs he detected a slight rattle. He also found the man to have the beginnings of a fever.
When Emlyn returned with the blankets, Yestin helped him to remove the man's trousers and lay the blankets over him. As the men returned with firewood and began to build the fire, he searched for the herbs he would need to help the man.
'Take one of the pots and put some snow in it. Put it over the fire as soon as it is ready. When the water begins to boil, let me know.' Yestin said as he thought. Who was this man or rather boy. He couldn't be very old, maybe sixteen, eighteen at the most. What was he doing here and he'd he get by so unprepared, no winter clothing or pack. Emlyn called to him when the water was boiling. Yestin put the herbs in, gently stirring. When the tea was done, he allowed it to cool so it would not burn the man's throat and gently poured some into a mug. With Emlyn's help he carefully poured the tea into the man's mouth. They gave him the same tea twice a day and a hearty broth three times a day as his meal.
On the fourth day the man began to wake. Emlyn quickly woke Yestin when he noticed the man began trying to move. Moving to his side, Yestin gently began to call to him, hoping to quickly bring him to consciousness.
'Lad?' Yestin gently shook the man, trying to pull him out of his deep sleep. The man mumbled something, Yestin couldn't understand but did slowly open his eyes. As consciousness returned to the man he became alarmed and thought the men to be a dream, a hallucination. Yestin tried to calm him before he wore himself out for he was still very weak. But the man would not calm and so when all his energy was spent he passed into unconsciousness once more.
Elvish used
Edan-man
Oh, and I know that Elrond is evil again, but don't worry. He 'll be gone for quite a bit, I think. I've expanded on a lot- this is only part of the original chapter two.
To find out who owns what see chapter one.
Please read, relax, and enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Understanding
He rode for many days, sleeping here and there and eating what he hunted. For several weeks he did not find another man, in fact he did not run into anyone, elf, man or dwarf. He wandered the lands until winter came and he encountered a great deal of trouble for he did not have winter clothing and did not have the means to get it. Food was also hard to come by as many of the animals had gone to hibernate during the harsh winter. And so he began to grow thin and developed a nasty cough. It was during the long nights which his cough and hunger pains kept him awake that he began to think.
At first he blamed the elves for his suffering, but then he remembered that he'd chosen this path, however the thought that at this moment he could be in Rivendell sitting beside a warm fire would not leave his mind and he began to regret his hasty decision.
It was during one of these times, when he had seeked shelter from a terrible blizzard in a cave, that everything made sense, he was the only one who could unite his people because he was the only one who knew how and if he did not, then his people would die. He was not the chosen one, he was just the next in line, Elrond had been the chosen one, the one to teach him and make him into a king. He had thought wrong, his fate did not only concern him, but all of Middle Earth. The lives of man and woman were in his charge and if he did nothing then the blood of those people would be on his hands. But he had been arrogant, forsaking his destiny and leaving his people to die. It was he who ahd brought this upon his people and him, he as the reason and for that he was ashamed.
I should be left here to die, he thought, to die a thousand times over for what I have done. He began to cough, mucus stuck in his throat. Sweat started to form on his brow, the coughing taking a toll on his already weakened body. His vision became hazy. A fuzzy figure walked up to him. It was tall, long brown hair flowed gently over its shoulders. The person knelt down, silently looking at him. His semi-conscious mind realized that it was Lord Elrond.
'Lord Elrond, sir. Please forgive me, I now know what I have done wrong. I have learned.' He begged Elrond. Elrond smiled, he brought a hand up. The edan smiled back, Elrond was going to take care of him, he was safe. Closing his eyes he waited for the hand to feel his forehead for a fever, but that did not happen. Instead he felt a sharp sting on his cheek, opening his eyes he saw Elrond beginning to stand. Tears welled up in the edan's eyes, as he realized that Elrond had come to celebrate the end to his pitiful existence.
Darkness began to creep into his sight, as the coughing began again. He fought against the darkness, but alas he lost. His last sight was of a foot, bearing down upon his chest.
Not long after, a company of men happened to pass by and were looking for a cave to camp in for the night. Perhaps it was luck or maybe it was the gods who decided that this man was now deserving of a helping hand, but regardless the company of men found him, near death from starvation and a nasty cold. There was a great debate for the men were fleeing from a large band of orcs and could not risk capture.
'We should leave him to whatever fate has for him.' Emlyn said.
'Nay we cannot. Do you not remember the oath you took, to protect those who cannot protect themselves?' Yestin replied looking up to the taller man.
'And what about those orcs sir? If we stop to save him, then we may be captured.'
'We don't know that. We've been traveling quickly for almost two days now. There's a lot of distance between us, I do not think we will run into them again. Anyway we cannot go much further until this storm lets up, so while we are here, we cannot simply ignore him. Now bring me my pack and get a fire going.'
'A fire sir?!' Emlyn's long blonde hair flew as he turned to face Yestin, 'That would surely give us away.'
'Do you not trust your captain? I do not wish for us to freeze to death, do you?' Emlyn gulped, he hated the cold, ever since he was a child. During one harsh winter he'd been told to watch his younger brother, Aneurin. Aneurin wanted to play with the bigger kids, but Emlyn told him to stay put. He'd gone home about an hour later, forgetting Aneurin. When the snow stopped they sent out a search party, but did not find the boy until the spring thaws came. He'd never left the spot as Emlyn had told him.
Giving in he went to get the pack and to order a couple men to gather firewood. When he returned, Yestin had laid the man fully on his back and had began to take the man's shirt off.
'Get as many blankets as you can. It looks like he's been in wet clothes for some time and I don't want him to get any sicker.' Yestin commanded as he took the pack. He left the man's trousers on as his eyes caught sight of a nasty bruise upon his chest. He felt around, checking for broken bones, silently thanking Ilúvatar when he found none. He was slightly dismayed at the sight of the man's ribs, it was evident that he had gone without food for sometime. Listening to his lungs he detected a slight rattle. He also found the man to have the beginnings of a fever.
When Emlyn returned with the blankets, Yestin helped him to remove the man's trousers and lay the blankets over him. As the men returned with firewood and began to build the fire, he searched for the herbs he would need to help the man.
'Take one of the pots and put some snow in it. Put it over the fire as soon as it is ready. When the water begins to boil, let me know.' Yestin said as he thought. Who was this man or rather boy. He couldn't be very old, maybe sixteen, eighteen at the most. What was he doing here and he'd he get by so unprepared, no winter clothing or pack. Emlyn called to him when the water was boiling. Yestin put the herbs in, gently stirring. When the tea was done, he allowed it to cool so it would not burn the man's throat and gently poured some into a mug. With Emlyn's help he carefully poured the tea into the man's mouth. They gave him the same tea twice a day and a hearty broth three times a day as his meal.
On the fourth day the man began to wake. Emlyn quickly woke Yestin when he noticed the man began trying to move. Moving to his side, Yestin gently began to call to him, hoping to quickly bring him to consciousness.
'Lad?' Yestin gently shook the man, trying to pull him out of his deep sleep. The man mumbled something, Yestin couldn't understand but did slowly open his eyes. As consciousness returned to the man he became alarmed and thought the men to be a dream, a hallucination. Yestin tried to calm him before he wore himself out for he was still very weak. But the man would not calm and so when all his energy was spent he passed into unconsciousness once more.
Elvish used
Edan-man