Author's Note:
Hey again! Well, I hope that everyone liked the first chapter. I thought it was rather long to be the first chapter. but oh well! ^^ I like long chapters, so I guess that the chapters will still be long. Unless a reader complains profusely about it. Remember! The little button down there is your friend and it needs to be pressed! Can't you hear it whimper and beg? Wait a minute. that's me.. Well, on to the next chapter! XO Oh! Another thing, I don't speak Elvish and it is impossible for be to string two elvish words together and make sense, so there will be NO Elvish, except for mellon-nin, which means "friend."
First of all, I would very much like to thank Caunoiech and Jazi for reviewing my story. ^^ They were the only people. *glares daggers at everyone else* Thank you so much! I will probably post a chapter about once a week, and, well, I'm due to post, so I gotta hurry up and finish the chapter. frantically starts typing* Enough crazed rambling! Now on to the story!
Chapter 2: Of Pursuit and Happiness
Aragorn sighed deeply.
Just what I need! More misery and despair amongst my people!
The young king slowly stood up, not wanting to sit on his throne. It was torture enough that he was king, but the whole throne thing overdid it. He began to pace, his shoes clicking along the stone floor. He stopped to glance up at the mural behind his throne, his heel squeaking unpleasantly. The mural depicted the battle of the Last Alliance. He groaned as he thought if he would ever be so weak of heart to not destroy what was needed to be destroyed because of a personal lust.
The large doors creaked and Arwen slowly strode in. Her soft billowy figure brought happiness to his eyes. She was one of the few things that did not bring news of dread and sorrow. She bore a black, flowing, long-sleeved dress that shimmered like stars in the night sky. As she approached, the young ranger grew exuberant.
"Arwen! How glad I am to see you," He cried out.
"As am I, " She replied as she drew close, "But there is a problem."
Another one? Aragorn thought.
Aragorn anknowleged her with a grim nod.
"In Rohan," She began, sadly. "An old friend has gone missing. I feel it."
Aragorn looked down at the ground and felt something in his heart. He too had felt it, but had made no note of it, a pitting feeling in his gut.
"Do you know who?" The young ranger inquired.
Arwen sadly shook her head.
"All I know is that it is someone we have connected with." She replied.
"Who should we send to find out?"
"I thought that you would-"
"I have no time to ride out to Rohan!"
"Then you do not care!"
"What?!"
"If you cared, you would ride, no matter what!"
"I have my kingdom to-"
"But I can feel that it is someone who mean the world to us."
"I know th-"
"You will ride to Rohan." "Who will-"
"I will fill in. I have helped father many times before. The most you should take is two weeks. Rohan is our neighbor, please Estel!"
The young king sighed. He knew that Arwen was only to protect the kingdom and whoever was missing. He was glad that he had the lovely, wise elf as his wife and queen.
"Thank you. I will leave immeadiately." Aragorn said, slowly.
"Be safe!" She replied.
"I will try."
The young ranger strode quickly past Arwen and out of the cavernous room, into the hallway that led to his private sleeping quarters. He pivoted in his heel as he gracefully went around a corner. There were two large oaken doors at the end of the hall and strode swiftly two them and swung them wide open. The king stepped into the room and spied his wardrobe in the corner, across the room from him. He quickly trotted over to it and yanked the doors open. The hinges squeaked loudly. He scanned through the many fabrics and found a rather grubby looking cloak and a mud-stained pair of pants, tunic, and vest. He pulled them out and he changed from regalness to grubbiness. He swiftly fastened his belt and pulled the gauntlets over his knuckles. Then it struck him.
Gimli.... Legolas.... They're in trouble.
Aragorn swiftly trotted out of his quarters and towards the stables, thus, beginning his pursuit.
Legolas and Gimli were reaching the borders of Fangorn Forest, for they had kept pace and the day was nearly spent, the sun was nearing the horizon. The crimson rays sprayed the sky with many differeny hues of red. The elven prince looked up at the brilliant view and slowed the horse to a soft, but brisk trot.
"It is quite beatiful, Master Dwarf," He said quietly to his companion.
"Yes indeed, laddie, " The rough dwarf replied.
"I should hope to be able to return to these hills after-"
The elf had gone suddenly stiff. Gimli looked at him strangely.
"What is it?!" The dwarf shouted.
The fair-haired elf motioned for the stout dwarf to hush. Gimli got quiet but still squirmed uncomfortably in the saddle. Legolas gently pulled back on the reins, causing the horse to stop. The young prince tuned his senses to their surroundings and became very quiet. Gimli made to reach for his axe, but tumbled off the horse. An arrow flew from a nearby hill and struck the ground, inches from Gimli's head. The dwarf started and quickly got to his feet. He yanked his axe out of it's holder and hurried towards the hill.
"No! Gimli! Come back!" The young prince cried to the dwarf that was now sprinting towards the hill.
Gimli made no motion to turn around or stop. Frustrated, Legolas quickly dismounted, before another arrow streamed over the hill and into the horse's neck. The elf sent his own arrow over the hill and began pursuing the stout dwarf, and soon caught up with him. In front of them was a host of orcs, which included three archers, who were shooting directly at Gimli, five sword-bearers with shields, and two, spinning melees with small, axes. Legolas quickly shot down one of the orc melees by planting an arrow in its head. As it collapsed to the ground, black blood spilled out of the open wound. The dwarf was surrounded by the shielded orcs. He chopped away at them, slowly, but surely, taking them down, one-by-one. The elf took down the three archers, as he was trying to make his way to the dwarf. Gimli sliced through his third orc when he spotted the fair-haired prince trying to make his way to him. Behind the prince an orc melee approached, spinning madly and out of control. The dwarf tried to yell out to his companion, but it was too late. The butt of the orc's first axe collided with the elf's left temple with a loud thud. Legolas heard something crack inside his head before his knees buckled and he crumbled to the ground.
"Legolas!" Gimli cried out, staring hard at the slender, unconcious elf on the ground, paying no heed to the current battle ensuing.
This cost him. The orcs began slamming their shields into his side, breaking a couple of ribs. He went down on one knee and raised his axe to fight, but in vain. A rather gruesome looking orc smacked the dwarf in the back of the head with the edge of its shield. The stout dwarf slumped foreward onto the ground, beside his elven companion, whose hair was turning a slight crimson color from the blood that was now flowing freely from his left temple. The orc checked the pulse on both of them, to make sure that they were still alive. And sure enough, it came.
"Good," the orc melee grunted. "Let the others know that they are subdued."
An orc with a white smudge on his shield nodded briskly and trotted farther down to the hill to a large patch of underbrush and motioned towards the two fallen comrades on the hill. From the shrubbery, a horde of about fifteen orcs sprang out and ran up the hill towards the two people. They nodded appreciatively and bound the prisoners' hands and feet. One of the larger orcs took Legolas's arms and slung them around its neck and his feet around its midsection. Another large orc did the same with Gimli, with a bit more difficulty.
"The elf is very light," The first orc snorted.
The second orc grunted loudly.
"We need to get these back to the master!" He growled.
The band of orcs began to jog back across the plains towards a grungy ol' castle that sat in the shadow of the Misty Mountains. Lightning, somehow, struck behind it when the orcs looked at their destination.
The figure snarled at the orc who was still standing in the corner of his room.
"You are dismissed!" He shouted at it.
The orc grumbled slightly and slowly slouched out of the room, sulkily. The figure slowly began to pace again, but not before the orc burst back in.
"I have word of the victory at capturing the elf and the dwarf, Master Palandor!" it triumphantly screeched.
The human stopped pacing and his face lit up.
"Is this true?" Palandor questioned.
The orc nodded curtly. An evil grin spread across the human's face.
"And thus the King of Gondor shall fall," He said quietly, having no intention of the orc hearing him. Evil happiness began to course through every vein in his body.
Hey again! Well, I hope that everyone liked the first chapter. I thought it was rather long to be the first chapter. but oh well! ^^ I like long chapters, so I guess that the chapters will still be long. Unless a reader complains profusely about it. Remember! The little button down there is your friend and it needs to be pressed! Can't you hear it whimper and beg? Wait a minute. that's me.. Well, on to the next chapter! XO Oh! Another thing, I don't speak Elvish and it is impossible for be to string two elvish words together and make sense, so there will be NO Elvish, except for mellon-nin, which means "friend."
First of all, I would very much like to thank Caunoiech and Jazi for reviewing my story. ^^ They were the only people. *glares daggers at everyone else* Thank you so much! I will probably post a chapter about once a week, and, well, I'm due to post, so I gotta hurry up and finish the chapter. frantically starts typing* Enough crazed rambling! Now on to the story!
Chapter 2: Of Pursuit and Happiness
Aragorn sighed deeply.
Just what I need! More misery and despair amongst my people!
The young king slowly stood up, not wanting to sit on his throne. It was torture enough that he was king, but the whole throne thing overdid it. He began to pace, his shoes clicking along the stone floor. He stopped to glance up at the mural behind his throne, his heel squeaking unpleasantly. The mural depicted the battle of the Last Alliance. He groaned as he thought if he would ever be so weak of heart to not destroy what was needed to be destroyed because of a personal lust.
The large doors creaked and Arwen slowly strode in. Her soft billowy figure brought happiness to his eyes. She was one of the few things that did not bring news of dread and sorrow. She bore a black, flowing, long-sleeved dress that shimmered like stars in the night sky. As she approached, the young ranger grew exuberant.
"Arwen! How glad I am to see you," He cried out.
"As am I, " She replied as she drew close, "But there is a problem."
Another one? Aragorn thought.
Aragorn anknowleged her with a grim nod.
"In Rohan," She began, sadly. "An old friend has gone missing. I feel it."
Aragorn looked down at the ground and felt something in his heart. He too had felt it, but had made no note of it, a pitting feeling in his gut.
"Do you know who?" The young ranger inquired.
Arwen sadly shook her head.
"All I know is that it is someone we have connected with." She replied.
"Who should we send to find out?"
"I thought that you would-"
"I have no time to ride out to Rohan!"
"Then you do not care!"
"What?!"
"If you cared, you would ride, no matter what!"
"I have my kingdom to-"
"But I can feel that it is someone who mean the world to us."
"I know th-"
"You will ride to Rohan." "Who will-"
"I will fill in. I have helped father many times before. The most you should take is two weeks. Rohan is our neighbor, please Estel!"
The young king sighed. He knew that Arwen was only to protect the kingdom and whoever was missing. He was glad that he had the lovely, wise elf as his wife and queen.
"Thank you. I will leave immeadiately." Aragorn said, slowly.
"Be safe!" She replied.
"I will try."
The young ranger strode quickly past Arwen and out of the cavernous room, into the hallway that led to his private sleeping quarters. He pivoted in his heel as he gracefully went around a corner. There were two large oaken doors at the end of the hall and strode swiftly two them and swung them wide open. The king stepped into the room and spied his wardrobe in the corner, across the room from him. He quickly trotted over to it and yanked the doors open. The hinges squeaked loudly. He scanned through the many fabrics and found a rather grubby looking cloak and a mud-stained pair of pants, tunic, and vest. He pulled them out and he changed from regalness to grubbiness. He swiftly fastened his belt and pulled the gauntlets over his knuckles. Then it struck him.
Gimli.... Legolas.... They're in trouble.
Aragorn swiftly trotted out of his quarters and towards the stables, thus, beginning his pursuit.
Legolas and Gimli were reaching the borders of Fangorn Forest, for they had kept pace and the day was nearly spent, the sun was nearing the horizon. The crimson rays sprayed the sky with many differeny hues of red. The elven prince looked up at the brilliant view and slowed the horse to a soft, but brisk trot.
"It is quite beatiful, Master Dwarf," He said quietly to his companion.
"Yes indeed, laddie, " The rough dwarf replied.
"I should hope to be able to return to these hills after-"
The elf had gone suddenly stiff. Gimli looked at him strangely.
"What is it?!" The dwarf shouted.
The fair-haired elf motioned for the stout dwarf to hush. Gimli got quiet but still squirmed uncomfortably in the saddle. Legolas gently pulled back on the reins, causing the horse to stop. The young prince tuned his senses to their surroundings and became very quiet. Gimli made to reach for his axe, but tumbled off the horse. An arrow flew from a nearby hill and struck the ground, inches from Gimli's head. The dwarf started and quickly got to his feet. He yanked his axe out of it's holder and hurried towards the hill.
"No! Gimli! Come back!" The young prince cried to the dwarf that was now sprinting towards the hill.
Gimli made no motion to turn around or stop. Frustrated, Legolas quickly dismounted, before another arrow streamed over the hill and into the horse's neck. The elf sent his own arrow over the hill and began pursuing the stout dwarf, and soon caught up with him. In front of them was a host of orcs, which included three archers, who were shooting directly at Gimli, five sword-bearers with shields, and two, spinning melees with small, axes. Legolas quickly shot down one of the orc melees by planting an arrow in its head. As it collapsed to the ground, black blood spilled out of the open wound. The dwarf was surrounded by the shielded orcs. He chopped away at them, slowly, but surely, taking them down, one-by-one. The elf took down the three archers, as he was trying to make his way to the dwarf. Gimli sliced through his third orc when he spotted the fair-haired prince trying to make his way to him. Behind the prince an orc melee approached, spinning madly and out of control. The dwarf tried to yell out to his companion, but it was too late. The butt of the orc's first axe collided with the elf's left temple with a loud thud. Legolas heard something crack inside his head before his knees buckled and he crumbled to the ground.
"Legolas!" Gimli cried out, staring hard at the slender, unconcious elf on the ground, paying no heed to the current battle ensuing.
This cost him. The orcs began slamming their shields into his side, breaking a couple of ribs. He went down on one knee and raised his axe to fight, but in vain. A rather gruesome looking orc smacked the dwarf in the back of the head with the edge of its shield. The stout dwarf slumped foreward onto the ground, beside his elven companion, whose hair was turning a slight crimson color from the blood that was now flowing freely from his left temple. The orc checked the pulse on both of them, to make sure that they were still alive. And sure enough, it came.
"Good," the orc melee grunted. "Let the others know that they are subdued."
An orc with a white smudge on his shield nodded briskly and trotted farther down to the hill to a large patch of underbrush and motioned towards the two fallen comrades on the hill. From the shrubbery, a horde of about fifteen orcs sprang out and ran up the hill towards the two people. They nodded appreciatively and bound the prisoners' hands and feet. One of the larger orcs took Legolas's arms and slung them around its neck and his feet around its midsection. Another large orc did the same with Gimli, with a bit more difficulty.
"The elf is very light," The first orc snorted.
The second orc grunted loudly.
"We need to get these back to the master!" He growled.
The band of orcs began to jog back across the plains towards a grungy ol' castle that sat in the shadow of the Misty Mountains. Lightning, somehow, struck behind it when the orcs looked at their destination.
The figure snarled at the orc who was still standing in the corner of his room.
"You are dismissed!" He shouted at it.
The orc grumbled slightly and slowly slouched out of the room, sulkily. The figure slowly began to pace again, but not before the orc burst back in.
"I have word of the victory at capturing the elf and the dwarf, Master Palandor!" it triumphantly screeched.
The human stopped pacing and his face lit up.
"Is this true?" Palandor questioned.
The orc nodded curtly. An evil grin spread across the human's face.
"And thus the King of Gondor shall fall," He said quietly, having no intention of the orc hearing him. Evil happiness began to course through every vein in his body.