Chapter two-Questions and answers
Shaking, Laura walked down the wooded staircase. She was already starting to hate the sight of wood everywhere. Remembering the first film, Bree wasn't a very nice place to live. The mud, the ugly, brawling men and the endless rain. She entered the large inn; men were already at the tables drinking their ales. She spotted Tom, the cheery master who smiled at her. The woman, Meg a voice spoke to her, giving her name, was standing behind the counter and Laura joined her.
"Take this ale to the men over there Gwen, there's a good lass", the old woman handed her a tray of ales, Laura had to obey. She hurriedly took it over and grimaced at the ugly men who winked at her. Heading back, Laura froze as her eyes laid upon a dark stranger smoking his pipe in the corner; his dark eyes blazed alight from the pipes fumes. It was Aragorn, or Strider, as he was known here. She wondered when the hobbits would come; if it were the year the council of Elrond would take place. Wanting to know if she was right, Laura asked Meg who he was. Meg's eyes went straight out to him and she frowned, "Ah, be careful lass, that be a ranger from the North. Carry swords them lot. Here, take him his ale. He's been there for hours now, it's as if he's waiting for something…or someone". Laura noted the caution in her voice. Wanting to know about this Gwen, Laura asked her again, "I was abandoned wasn't I?" Meg turned to look at her, the caution had left her eyes now and they only held sadness. "I told ye a dozen times child. I found you when you were a babe and took pity on ye. Not many women would do that 'round here but I could not just leave ye in the rain like tha. Remember what I told ye though, keep 'em ears covered, don't want folk to know what ye are". Laura frowned at this,
"Elves aren't that bad Meg". Meg smiled,
"Ay, I Know lass. Now go give that ranger his ale". Laura gave her a small smile and took the ale over. She felt suddenly afraid of the ranger, yet deep down he was the crownless king of Gondor. Yet looking at him, the mud covering his cloak, you wouldn't know it…but then again, that was the point. She put the ale onto his table, turning around yet she felt a tight grip on her hand causing her to turn back around. "What is your name lass?" he deep voice rang through her ears…clear as a bell. Now she knew that Elves had the best hearing…she could even hear Meg cleaning the mugs, quiet to Meg but not to her. Wondering why he asked, she gave him her name. She heard him sigh and the ranger placed a golden coin on the table. Laura guessed he was looking for someone, interested at this she sat down opposite him. The dark ranger seemed to ignore her for a while, sipping his ale.
"What do you want lass?" he then asked her.
"You're looking for someone, aren't you?" The ranger looked up, and she could feel he was tense. "Follow me girl," he whispered. Feeling somewhat, frightened again she nervously followed him up the lodgings. The ranger let his hood fall, revealing his rugged, raven looks but his soft face remained. "Do you know of a girl named Galadhwen?" he asked her. Deep down, Laura felt as if she should know that name, a strange feeling. "I know not of it…but it feels as if I should", she faltered and yet the ranger came closer to her, as if making sure who she was. "I am looking for a girl by that name, she was abandoned when she was a babe. I do believe you are this girl". He then handed her a ring that glittered in the dark. On it laid a small horse figure, a diamond in the centre. Laura was captivated by it. "It was your mothers. Your parents were murdered by orcs, so it was only right that you were hidden for safety", Aragorn explained to her, sadness in his voice for the young girl. Laura had a sick feeling of the famous Anastasia story. Holding the ring in her hands, she had to ask. "How do you know I am this Galadhwen? And pray tell me, who you are". The ranger bowed slightly and she was strongly reminded that she was an Elf. "For I was the one who brought you many years ago. I am Aragorn, Son of Arathorn and I pledge to you my alliance and service".
A/N! Please do not flame me, it wont be a Mary sue! I promise this time. It will be very different and will have a twist. I am going to have to write all 3 of the Lord of The Rings so it'll take some…unless she dies! Hehe. Write soon if I get good reviews.