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A/N: I love the part in the book where Gimli and Elrond are having a battle of words. Its great. The song is by Sara Evans. She's country and now I don't normally listen to country but her stuff is ok. I have a question for all you people. In later chapters of the book when did the rangers join Aragorn? Before helm's deep or after it. I'm almost positive that it's when they are heading back to rohan but I'm not sure.
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Chapter 10: Leaving Rivendell
Two months in Rivendell wasn't nearly enough time to get used to the setting or their new abilities. The girls have found that not only can the see twice as far as they used to, they can see ten times better as well. Everyone was at the gates waiting for Gandalf and Elrond. They came at last, silent and grim accompanied by Aluin and Inwir.
When they reached them Elrond had a few last words; "This is my last word. The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On him alone is any charge laid; neither to cast away the Ring, nor to deliver it to any servant of the Enemy nor indeed to let any handle it, save members of the Company and the Council, and only then in gravest need. The others go with him as free companions, to help him on his way. You may tarry, or come back, or turn aside into other paths, as chance allows. The further you go, the less easy will it be to withdraw; yet no oath or bond is laid on you to go further than you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road."
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens," said Gimli, puffing out his chest.
"Maybe, but let him not vow to walk in the dark, who has not seen the nightfall," came Elrond response.
"Yet sworn word may strengthen quaking heart," Gimli retorted.
"Or break it. Look not too far ahead! But go now with good hearts! Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!" With his final statement Elrond departed.
Aluin stepped forward wrapping Laure then Ilsa in a quick embrace. "Be careful. Always watch your back."
"We will."
Inwir's good-byes weren't as short.
"Now if you have too many enemies surrounding you forget pride, run, just run. Its your best bet to stay alive," he was starting to babble, "Don't get to cocky-" it lasted along on this vein for quite sometime before Aragorn cut in.
"We really must be going, Inwir. They know how to fight, making them not defenseless."
"Right, well, Noi Melain na le," he hugged the girls one last time then was gone.
A few days later
They had been walking for a good couple of days. Needing to rest they had stopped to make camp.
"I've been telling my dreams to the scarecrow, bout the places that I'd like to see. I say, friend, do you think I'll ever get there? Ohh, but he just stands there smiling back at me." Laure sings softly, stirring the food. The whole fellowship hears her, staring at her in bewilderment.
Noticing this she sings louder, "So I confess my sins to the preacher about the love I've been praying to find. Is there a brown-eyed boy in my future?" Legolas narrows his eyes, "Yeah, he says, girl you got nothing but time."
"Do you know what she's singing Mr. Frodo?" Sam asks.
"Some song? It does not sound like an elvish translation to me," Frodo said.
At last Ilsa realizes what song it is, she joins in, "But how do you wait for heaven? And who has that much time? And how do you keep your feet on the ground when you know oh oh that you were born to fly! You were born to fly!"
Dancing a minor jig they girls shuffled just about everywhere in the camp.
"Do you know how to stop them?" Gandalf whispered teasingly to Boromir.
"Yes but that would involve hurting them."
To caught up in their tune the girls didn't hear that remark.
"My daddy, he is grounded like the oak tree. My mamma she is steady as the sun. Oh you know I love my folks, but I keep tearing down the road," they continued, "just looking for my one chance to run. Hey, cuz I was soaring away like the blackbird. I will blow in the wind like a seed. I will plant my heart in the garden of my dreams, and I will grow up were I wander wild and free!"
"What kind of song is that?" Pippin asked curiously.
"Here why don't we teach you-"
"NO!" the rest of the fellowship shouted.
"Jeez you guys don't respect good country music," Laure was annoyed at them. She sat down next to Aragorn.
Ilsa joined them shortly on the rock, watching as Boromir teaches Merry and Pippin how to fight.
"Move your feet," Aragorn suggested.
"Where are we again?" Ilsa asked.
"We have reached the boarders of the country that Men call Holllin; many Elves lived here in happier days, when Eregion was its name. They have left for the havens long ago," Gandalf recollected.
"Oh."
You could see how much Boromir cared for the hobbits; he was instructing them how to use their swords, "Good! Now faster."
"If anyone wants to know my opinion, which I hope there not, I'd think we were taking the long way round! Gandalf we could pass through the mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome," Gimli suggested.
"No Gimli, I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice," Gandalf told him.
The look on his face when he said this was fear. Hope we are not taking the mines, thought Ilsa, if Gandalf doesn't like them there's got to be a reason.
Over by the hobbits Boromir accidentally hit Pippin. He jumped forward saying, "Oh! Sorry!"
Not dejected pippin and Merry retaliated.
"Get him!"
"For the Shire!"
"Hold him! Hold him down Merry!"
"What's that?" Sam asked.
"It's nothing. Just a whisp of cloud." Gimli replied.
A Strange dusky blur was approaching them, just out of the eyesight of most. The shuffling had stopped, as Boromir became serious again.
"It's moving fast and against the wind," He reported.
During Gimli's bit Legolas dashed by to his side.
"Crebain from Dunland!" he cried out.
"Hide!" shouted Aragorn.
We scrambled to find a hiding spot. Aragorn jerked Laure to an undercut rock while Ilsa followed. The birds circled twice then flew away.
Gandalf gradually got to his feet, "Spies of Suraman. The passage south is being watched. We must take the pass of Caradhras."
Everyone turned to look at this gigantic mountain. Snow reflected off the side of it. It was beautiful, and menacing.
"Great, just great," Laure scoffed, "I hate the cold, not to mention heights."
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