Sam stood motionless, his upper lip quivering slightly, his fists still ready to throw a punch if needed. Merry and Pippin stood their ground behind Sam; Merry prepared to fight with a lit candle sticks and Pippin backing Sam up with strength.
Aniron smirked in a gentle voice, her sword clanking in the iron sheath as she slid it in. The fire that the candles in Merry's hands glowed and reflected in her light brown eyes. Strider shook his head, backing up to Frodo; laying his hand upon the hobbit's shoulder as he began to speak to Sam and the rest.
"Put your shield and guard down, Master Hobbit." Strider said, meeting the angry, but frightened, gaze of Samwise. "There is no need for fighting; your master is unharmed." Now a inviting smile slid across the ranger's face and he stepped away from Frodo, allowing his friends to come and check him. Aniron stood by the back wall, unnoticed by the hobbits, peering out the window into the darkness outside the city. Strider glanced toward her, watching her. Finally, he walked to Aniron, talking to her in a low voice.
"Mabathon Beriain na i hir hyn na Rivendell. (I will take the Hobbits to the river, then to Rivendell.)" Strider whispered in Aniron's ear. She turned to him slowly, glancing out of the corner of her eye to the darkness outside the window. Finally, she spoke.
"I worry," she began, a slight quaking in her voice. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then began again. "I worry for you and your journey with the hobbits. I Ulaer tolo. (The Ringwraiths are coming.)"
"They are only drawn to the power when he has It on. He took It off almost as quick as it was on." Strider replied, trying to comfort his friend.
"Where were you?" Aniron demanded swiftly and slightly coldly.
"There was nothing I could I do to stop him. He ran after the hobbit over there," Strider pointed to Pippin who was talking in the circle of the hobbits. "Peregrin. He was drunk and was saying too much. Frodo tried to stop him, so he ran to him at the bar. The hobbit slipped on one of the men's boot and the Ring was in his hand. It put itself on his finger, drawing him to the Shadow World." Strider said quietly, lowering his voice even more so as the hobbits heard nothing of their conversation.
Aniron nodded, following Strider's every word. She looked away from him to the window once more, then talk to the ranger again.
"Dartho guin Beriain. Andelu i ven. (Stay with the Hobbits. The road is very dangerous.)" Aniron said quietly.
"We shall rest here for the night and we'll set out tomorrow at dawn; have an early breakfast." Strider looked out the corner of his eye and noticed Sam was observing the both of them very intensely and suspiciously. Because he did not want them to hear his conversation with Aniron, he talked to her in nothing but Elvish.
"Manke naa lye omentien? (Where are we meeting?)" he asked Aniron. She looked at him in confusion for a minute, then replied.
"Manke? (Where?)" she asked confused. "Im u auta. (I am not leaving.)" Aniron said.
Strider gave her a strange look and began to speak, but Aniron cut him off.
"I'm staying." she said quietly. "I'm going with you and Hobbits tomorrow morning."
"But-" Strider was unable to finish his sentence because Aniron cut him once again.
"I'll stay with you until you reach Weathertop. I will take my leave then and head to Rivendell on my own. I'll spread the word of your arrival so everything will be set up when you come." Aniron said, a smile coming upon her face.
Strider returned the small smile and nodded his head, agreeing with the terms. Strider turned away, walking to where the Hobbits were talking and chattering. When he approached, they all became silent.
"Well, it seems there's come a decision to make, my friends." Strider spoke.
"And what decision is that?" Frodo asked, much curious now. Sam still did not trust Strider or Aniron.
"And since when do you and her make decisions we don't have any part in?" Sam butted in.
"Oh, but you're wrong, Master Gamgee." Aniron spoke, walking calmly to where they all stood. "This has everything to do with you, Master Baggins, Master Brandybuck, and Master Took!" she added delightfully, smiles spreading across her face.
"Go on." Sam replied, still not trusting of either. Strider smiled slightly and went forth with Samwise's request.
"Firstly, you all have to agree on something. If all of you do not, then I am afraid nothing will work." Strider said grimly. As Strider opened his mouth to continue, the door, again, was bursted open. Both Strider and Aniron jumped into the shadows of the room. In the doorway stood old, forgetful Butterbur; in his hand there was a envelope, addressed to Frodo.
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Aniron smirked in a gentle voice, her sword clanking in the iron sheath as she slid it in. The fire that the candles in Merry's hands glowed and reflected in her light brown eyes. Strider shook his head, backing up to Frodo; laying his hand upon the hobbit's shoulder as he began to speak to Sam and the rest.
"Put your shield and guard down, Master Hobbit." Strider said, meeting the angry, but frightened, gaze of Samwise. "There is no need for fighting; your master is unharmed." Now a inviting smile slid across the ranger's face and he stepped away from Frodo, allowing his friends to come and check him. Aniron stood by the back wall, unnoticed by the hobbits, peering out the window into the darkness outside the city. Strider glanced toward her, watching her. Finally, he walked to Aniron, talking to her in a low voice.
"Mabathon Beriain na i hir hyn na Rivendell. (I will take the Hobbits to the river, then to Rivendell.)" Strider whispered in Aniron's ear. She turned to him slowly, glancing out of the corner of her eye to the darkness outside the window. Finally, she spoke.
"I worry," she began, a slight quaking in her voice. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then began again. "I worry for you and your journey with the hobbits. I Ulaer tolo. (The Ringwraiths are coming.)"
"They are only drawn to the power when he has It on. He took It off almost as quick as it was on." Strider replied, trying to comfort his friend.
"Where were you?" Aniron demanded swiftly and slightly coldly.
"There was nothing I could I do to stop him. He ran after the hobbit over there," Strider pointed to Pippin who was talking in the circle of the hobbits. "Peregrin. He was drunk and was saying too much. Frodo tried to stop him, so he ran to him at the bar. The hobbit slipped on one of the men's boot and the Ring was in his hand. It put itself on his finger, drawing him to the Shadow World." Strider said quietly, lowering his voice even more so as the hobbits heard nothing of their conversation.
Aniron nodded, following Strider's every word. She looked away from him to the window once more, then talk to the ranger again.
"Dartho guin Beriain. Andelu i ven. (Stay with the Hobbits. The road is very dangerous.)" Aniron said quietly.
"We shall rest here for the night and we'll set out tomorrow at dawn; have an early breakfast." Strider looked out the corner of his eye and noticed Sam was observing the both of them very intensely and suspiciously. Because he did not want them to hear his conversation with Aniron, he talked to her in nothing but Elvish.
"Manke naa lye omentien? (Where are we meeting?)" he asked Aniron. She looked at him in confusion for a minute, then replied.
"Manke? (Where?)" she asked confused. "Im u auta. (I am not leaving.)" Aniron said.
Strider gave her a strange look and began to speak, but Aniron cut him off.
"I'm staying." she said quietly. "I'm going with you and Hobbits tomorrow morning."
"But-" Strider was unable to finish his sentence because Aniron cut him once again.
"I'll stay with you until you reach Weathertop. I will take my leave then and head to Rivendell on my own. I'll spread the word of your arrival so everything will be set up when you come." Aniron said, a smile coming upon her face.
Strider returned the small smile and nodded his head, agreeing with the terms. Strider turned away, walking to where the Hobbits were talking and chattering. When he approached, they all became silent.
"Well, it seems there's come a decision to make, my friends." Strider spoke.
"And what decision is that?" Frodo asked, much curious now. Sam still did not trust Strider or Aniron.
"And since when do you and her make decisions we don't have any part in?" Sam butted in.
"Oh, but you're wrong, Master Gamgee." Aniron spoke, walking calmly to where they all stood. "This has everything to do with you, Master Baggins, Master Brandybuck, and Master Took!" she added delightfully, smiles spreading across her face.
"Go on." Sam replied, still not trusting of either. Strider smiled slightly and went forth with Samwise's request.
"Firstly, you all have to agree on something. If all of you do not, then I am afraid nothing will work." Strider said grimly. As Strider opened his mouth to continue, the door, again, was bursted open. Both Strider and Aniron jumped into the shadows of the room. In the doorway stood old, forgetful Butterbur; in his hand there was a envelope, addressed to Frodo.
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