A/N: Thank you all who reviewed, reviews make my stories so much better. I am sorry for the long wait, computer trouble and all. Not good, not good. As always I don't own them and I am slightly grammatically challenged, so bear with me if I make any mistakes, and if I didn't, it's a miracle.
Ithil-valon- Thank you! I'm sorry for the long wait, my computer deleted the whole story, so I had to write it over again! I lost 12 pages of un-posted material! BTW: I love your story too!
grumpy- Thank you for reviewing, I felt so bad for Arathorn as well, if only that type of death wasn't cannon! As for Gilrean, I felt really bad for her because her death wasn't even cannon, but unfortunately for her she didn't fit in with my plot!
Liz- I'm sorry Liz that I ruined your day, but hey, I warned you before you read it that it was going to be sad… and I know your going to be angry I posted while you were in Florida. LOL
Angel- I'm sorry you didn't like the start of my work. I'm just learning how to do all this writing stuff lol. I do hope you like this chapter a bit better. As for the content, I would tend to agree with you, a point I never fully understood in the books, why the rangers didn't reclaim the throne of Gondor earlier. My explanation won't come for another two chapters I'm afraid, if any of you know the real answer I would love to hear it. Thank you for your review,Chapter 5 Trust
A small child sat crouched, quivering in the bushes, watching the clearing where a lone elf was resting on a log. The boy recognized the elf. He was the nice one from his home. His dark hair and gentle demeanor made the cold knot loosen in his stomach. For one horrifying instant he thought the bad things had returned.
His clothes were sodden all the way through and his muscles ached from sitting all night in a fear-stiffened posture. The gentle breeze that ruffled the branches of the tall pines behind him sent a shiver up his spine, the cool air making his teeth chatter.
He wanted to curl up in the arms of the elf. He felt so cold, scared and alone. But he did not move from his vantage point. He could still here his mother's last words to him ringing in his ears whilst all around him the sounds off the battle raged on.
"Do not let anyone find you young one, you find them."
The boy's eyes glistened as he thought of his parents. He wanted to hear the soft voice of his mother as she sung him to sleep. He wanted to see his father, with his harsh raspy laugh, and his sparkling eyes as he carried him high on his shoulders. He wanted so badly to be with his parents, but they were gone. He remembered the look on his father's face as he had sunk to the ground. He didn't rise. He was young, however he knew when someone fell like that, they didn't come back to you ever again. He might have only been two, but living among the ranges he had seen his fare share of fighting. He knew what the horrible reality of life, and the end of life was.
He had already learned a valuable lesson, how to hide and not make a sound. He never made any noises when he knew he was being listened for. His parents had taught him that from as early as he could remember. So in silence he kept vigil in the woods.
He had heard the people in the town calling out looking for others, but he was so afraid still. He didn't want the bad things to find him. He remembered their horrid faces and their putrid smell. The boy shuddered at the memory that would not fade.
Watching the elf in the clearing, he noticed his shoulders were dropped in a tired stance. His clothing was matted with blood, black orcish blood as well as the brownish dried blood marks of his own as well as the human's blood.
The young boy after a time frame of how long, he could not say realized that all was silent in the village. Only moments before he had heard so much commotion and movement all around the settlement. Now not even the tracks of a horse's hoof on a cobblestone could be heard.
Holding his hands out in front of him he carefully separated the branches of the bush he was using as his spy post. He was so close to joining the elf in the clearing when suddenly he withdrew his hands and shrunk back into the shadows. He had heard a noise approaching the clearing.
A tall elf walked slowly into the clearing and stood behind the other one. He looked like a mirror image of the first elf.
The first elf looked around the clearing and called softly into the woods in the direction of where the child was hiding. Avo 'osto neith min (fear not young one)
The new arrival looked perplexedly at the elf on the log. They began to converse in the language that his parents talked in when they didn't want him to know what they were saying. Only these people talked so fast and quietly he didn't understand what they were saying, like he usually did when his parents talked. The other elf sat beside the first.
The boy noticed that upon closer inspection they were not the same after all.
The first could sit still much better than the new edition. The second one had a more forward manner of speech, where as the first was a little more quiet and reserved. He saw them sit still on the log for a very long while. The first one slumped over and rested his head on the second one's shoulder. Within the hour the second one slumped over across the log and did not move.
The boy looked curiously at the now slumbering elves. His curiosity was slowly ebbing away at his fears. Creeping out over the brush as quietly as he could, he made his way over to the elves he had been observing.
Looking at them he froze. Their eyes were open, unblinking staring straight ahead not seeing anything at all. The boy's breath caught in his chest. Suddenly one of their eyes focused and blinked, his gaze falling on the child.
He tried desperately to run but his legs wouldn't let him move away. The wooden box he held in his hand fell to the ground. Suddenly he found his legs and turned to run. He felt a tug at his foot. All of a sudden he was falling fast to the ground.
He felt his body crash to the ground. A searing pain shot up from under his chin. His head felt as it had been cleft in two.
He stifled a cry, as the pain was so much.
Fat tears began to stream down his face. Mingling with the dark blood that was running feely from his skull.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, the next one will be longer I promise. Please… Pretty please! Review, they make me so happy!
