Hey all! Yes a chapter out thanks to some readers who just dont want to leave me alone and let me have some peace!!!! lol, jk... hope you enjoy guys, short, but not as short as last chapter ^_^
Have you noticed how sometimes I randomly put the header and sometimes I dont? Annoying... I don't feel like putting it today ^_^ I'll put the elven though
Elven references
nin mellon: "my friend"
Mithrandir is Gandalf's name in Sindarin
An Istar is a wizard, a Maiar a more generic term including the others sent by the Valar.
Estel: Aragorn's elven name, meaning in elven, Hope.
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Chap. 10
After all the story had been told and news had been shared, Mithrandir felt ready to take on this new mystery surrounding the king of the late Eryn Lasgalen. Staff in hand, the wizard, accompanied at his side by his half-elven friend moved ever slowly towards the prince's bedchambers, in which Thranduil was still kept bedridden, much to his ire. Not having hidden himself in the halls as he had done on his arrival, elves of the palace quickly started whispering at his sight, and some moved to tell the others the Istar had come.
'Yes...' Gandalf mused to himself, 'I have been away too long. My visits are much to uncommon not to be suspicious.' Merely eyeing Elrond encouragingly, the two kept on their direct route to see Thranduil, who of course would now have been warned of the two's visit. As the press of gossip and worry raced through elven minds, Gandalf reached the prince's door, and rapped lightly on the wood, and immediately the beech door he had entered on many occasions swung open to welcome him.
Two of the people attending their king ushered the elf and maiar in, and Thranduil looked up from a report he was reading for the umpteenth time while relaxing against a pillow-smothered bed. Quickly Gandalf signaled all of the kings attendants out who, fearing the wrath of the wizard, left. Thranduil looked around and saw how easily Gandalf had controlled the elves. "What treachery is this?!"
Mithrandir stood, studying the elf in silent concentration. "I believe I should ask you the same my friend." His staff was being gripped more steadily as the wielder started to feel the corruption of his once friend. "Though my friend I think you are not..."
An evil glint in Thranduil's eye became more and more apparent, though Thranduil feigned innocence. "I have no idea to what you allude to wizard." His sapphire eyes, slightly darker than Legolas's, did not sway from the image of the two before him. The elven king was as taught as a pulled bowstring, though obviously trying to hide the fact.
"No... I think you do Thranduil. No... not Thranduil." Suddenly stepping forward, away from Elrond and towards Thranduil, Gandalf swung his staff to face the elf. Elrond was attempting to grasp the realization of the situation, but it all seemed to leave the half-elven dumbfounded, standing like a statue rather than helping Mithrandir.
Thranduil yelled in indignation as the staff began to lighten, as if Mithrandir was about to set a spell, or release one. But as quickly as Gandalf acted, an wall of almost amazing power appeared between the two, and though invisible, it was easily sensed by both Gandalf and Elrond. As soon as the power was revealed, Gandalf's stunned eyes widened as he was almost physically shoved back from the elven king.
Yelling for his attendants and guards, Thranduil seemed most unperturbed by the attack. Rather, he had gone back to reading the report, not sparing the wizard and his accomplice another glance. A few soldiers ran and filed before the king. "Take the wizard out of my sight and out of the city." Though confused, the guards dare not disobey or question and made to capture Gandalf. The moment they rushed him though, they were found struggling for thin air, the wizard had already disappeared. Leaving quickly, Elrond did not chance Thranduil wishing to toss him out as well. Now there certainly was more work to be done!
Escaping to his room, he found it already occupied by the hunched figure in his sitting chair. Gandalf looked quite worried, though not confused and obviously trying to be calm. "Well Elrond my friend, you were right to call me, right to call me..."
"But what is it? What haunts you so?" Elrond, whose patience had quite run thin, was ready for some answers.
"Nay, not what haunts me... but what haunts Thranduil. And whatever it is, it has much power."
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A certain wizard was very unhappy, to be fairly blunt. Not enraged, but unhappy, annoyed. His thin lips pursed tightly, and he slowly made for his own study within the black walls. A wizard there, that dratted elf's fault... all though could be dealt with, all could be dealt with...
An unwelcome twist, but yet a challenge... one he would most joyously accept and be victorious over.
And then... he would have taken out three birds with one stone. Suddenly, the morning seemed all the brighter.
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"Quietly now, Quietly!" Aragorn and company were slowly surveying the new land around them. Most had never been relatively close to where they now wandered, with only Aragorn's ties with the elven prince to guide them. Every twig snapped by any random member of the small group made a chain reaction of sideways looks, and every whisper of the trees caused a pause. Aragorn had long felt his pull to Legolas getting stronger and stronger as they drew closer, and he was sure that this was the area in which his friend was kept... though part of him did not want to find out had they not come in time. Yet as the pull seemed so strong, he knew Legolas had to be alive... he felt it in a way none in the company did, other than Elladan for Elrohir.
Elladan was searching swiftly with his keen eyes, but it was one of the wood elves that followed the group who came first with news. Swiftly turning, Annaendis, one of the female warriors of the group, rounded on Elladan. "The trees! The speak of a fortress!" All of the other wood elves, listening in turn, nodded their agreement and Elladan moved to Aragorn.
"The others say we are coming to a fortress. Should we set up camp for the night and send out spies?" Which would, of course, be them, but no need to say that. Elladan's wish to find Legolas and get home to see his brother really did not set him in such a mood for waiting around, though it was his place to suggest it.
Taking in the view before him and the state of their group before speaking, Aragorn was not to quick to decide. "No... we shall press on. Whatever is over these hills we will face, and will face tonight." While it may have seemed a rush and very unprepared, the ranger knew his troops were ready for a battle and would not be content to lay around with the enemy so close.
Nodding his assent, Elladan went around and informed the troops, who now were eagerly awaiting the signal to press on and see what the horizon held.
Aragorn moving ahead of the group gave them leave to follow, and so they pressed on over the windy hill, the stars pressed against the sky like gems overhead. Aragorn, thoughts seeking peace as he made for who knew what, sought out Gil -Estel. 'So why is it I always do the adventurous stuff at night? Just so you can watch me? Comforting.' He nearly laughed out loud as he looked up at the twinkling stars, but contented himself in just grinning openly. Elladan spared the man a sideways glanced and was slightly set at ease by Aragorn's calm facade.
The first thing they saw as the went over the hill was the small watch encampment a bit higher on the wall than the rest, and the first thing Aragorn thought was a complete puzzlement that no one had found and mapped something this big against the Carnen and Celduin, it seemed hard to miss. The group kept low under Elladan's order ad they slowly pressed on without much problem. Slipping through the tall grasses, the elves had very little to no trouble keeping silent as their want, and the ranger was quite annoyed that once again he was the loudest of a group he was leading.
The men on the watch tower were lazily playing dice games and betting on who would fall asleep the fastest, obviously not too worried about any attacks from the outsiders. In their mind there really was no need even to post a watch, because the wizard kept this place unnoticed, or forgotten, unless someone knew something or someone within, and that rarely ever came to pass from anyone not already involved. And if it did? Those unfortunate enough to find the place were quickly disposed of, making quite a meal for the dogs. One of the men, Kiftin, threw a stone down to the dogs randomly, though not on schedule, to see if they were awake. As there had been no intruders and therefore no good meals for the dogs, they were rarely sleeping very long, and Kiftin was greeted by a sudden bark. Content with the result, Kiftin slowly slumped down and laid his head against one of the stone cold barriers of the watch tower and fell into a light sleep, while those who took note started to either grown or haughtily laugh, asking for their winnings.
Aragorn had heard the sharp bark of a dog, and everyone in the group had frozen solid until the tiniest growl had settled down. Having assumed it was simply a pet or guard of one of the surrounding houses, for there were a few small farms and clusters of houses near the fortress, they continued on as normal. As they snuck past dark houses they had no trouble avoiding tipping over farm equipment, which would have caused quite a clatter, and they did not see anyone out late working and so they were in t he clear. Or so they thought.
So preoccupied in searching for possible lookouts or awakened passers-by, Aragorn was not quite aware with his surroundings. His group had fanned out a little as too keep from being one visible clump of moving life and keeping solitary and therefore easier to hide, though each was willing and ready to run to Aragorn's or Elladan's call if it was given. This, however, left only Elladan and Aragorn together, moving ever closer tot he fortress in which he knew his friend was being held.
'Oh Legolas, how you hated walls of stone...' Aragorn's passion to rescue his elven friend was brought all the clearer with each memory his mind bubbled to the surface. While in this world of his own, Aragorn felt the grip of strong arms a second to late, and a large snap along with a few loud barks soon rattled his ears. Elladan, who had been a bit more observant had seen the group of dogs lying in Aragorn's path, and thinking Aragorn was well aware of the obvious obstacle in his path had done nothing to prevent them from getting to close to each other until it was too late.
Aragorn began to swear as he saw how quickly he had foiled hi sown plans and given away their very presence and position and quickly and sharply yelled in elvish to get as near to the building and into the shadows as possible. Elladan meanwhile, was busy pulling the ranger along with him and out of reach of the dogs.
Kiftin, having been awoken by the barking of dogs was quite disoriented. He had just thrown down a rock only moments before, there was no reason to check the dog's current occupation now. The other watchmen had also slowly fallen asleep and were all being awoken unpleasantly by thus ruckus. Raising his head and slowly and steadily easing himself up, Kiftin looked in the darkness below and the barking dogs. There! Movement! Suddenly awake, Kiftin heard clearly a yell in a language he didn't know and just as quickly ran to a large bell positioned in the middle of this station. The chilly night air gripped his just awakened fingers as the course rope pulled in his hands and the loud bang of the bell awoke all within the fortress and complex.
Hearing the bell, all the elves looked each other and ducked down and low as the first arrow came whizzing and plunged through a cart too near Annaendis for comfort. They had been found out.
REVIEWERS! I love you all, here's Dr. Peppers galore! -throws them to everyone!
LailathoftheBruinen: Hey, just wondering, why does everyone use the Bruinen as their only river? I hardly ever see someone being original and using the Carnen and stuff. sorry, your name just reminded me. No more bunnies! and too many hugs! I'm going nti-hug! But thanky uo, and I'll write more ^_^
Deadly Chakram: First of all, I'm a big fan of your fics! ^_^. Yes, I'm a demon when it comes to punctuation and spelling (just to prove my point I just typed and wrong before correcting it). The woman? Who? -looks back- ooooh, yes. Sorry, I'm fumble- brained. no worries, I'm anti non-canon romances, and usualy romance in general when it comes to fanfiction, just to quell anyone's fears.
ice mage1014: Hey hey hey, watch it! I love Thranduil! He's my second favorite character! Next to Legolas, of course... and I don't know if I'll kill him or if he'll always be evil... at least I'm not telling. I need to keep yall reading somehow, right?! Thank you though!!
Das Blume: I can't make your heart one inch smaller! -starts singing- You've gotta have heeeaaarrrtttt miles and miles and miles 'o heart! lol. Yes, Mithrandir is one pretty nifty guy, and yes, those hiding skills would be very useful.
Alina11: Why thank you, and we'll see if they find him soon ~_^
I-like-chickens: Wow, great name XD, lol, sorry. 7 words and still you have complimented me, made quite a decent request, and were polite. You have some skills!!! lol, ty
elfmage: Don't die! I love all my reviewers!!!! I'm speechless and so unworthy :o. ^_^ -hangs fic updat eover head to revive-
TY ALL!!!!
Have you noticed how sometimes I randomly put the header and sometimes I dont? Annoying... I don't feel like putting it today ^_^ I'll put the elven though
Elven references
nin mellon: "my friend"
Mithrandir is Gandalf's name in Sindarin
An Istar is a wizard, a Maiar a more generic term including the others sent by the Valar.
Estel: Aragorn's elven name, meaning in elven, Hope.
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Chap. 10
After all the story had been told and news had been shared, Mithrandir felt ready to take on this new mystery surrounding the king of the late Eryn Lasgalen. Staff in hand, the wizard, accompanied at his side by his half-elven friend moved ever slowly towards the prince's bedchambers, in which Thranduil was still kept bedridden, much to his ire. Not having hidden himself in the halls as he had done on his arrival, elves of the palace quickly started whispering at his sight, and some moved to tell the others the Istar had come.
'Yes...' Gandalf mused to himself, 'I have been away too long. My visits are much to uncommon not to be suspicious.' Merely eyeing Elrond encouragingly, the two kept on their direct route to see Thranduil, who of course would now have been warned of the two's visit. As the press of gossip and worry raced through elven minds, Gandalf reached the prince's door, and rapped lightly on the wood, and immediately the beech door he had entered on many occasions swung open to welcome him.
Two of the people attending their king ushered the elf and maiar in, and Thranduil looked up from a report he was reading for the umpteenth time while relaxing against a pillow-smothered bed. Quickly Gandalf signaled all of the kings attendants out who, fearing the wrath of the wizard, left. Thranduil looked around and saw how easily Gandalf had controlled the elves. "What treachery is this?!"
Mithrandir stood, studying the elf in silent concentration. "I believe I should ask you the same my friend." His staff was being gripped more steadily as the wielder started to feel the corruption of his once friend. "Though my friend I think you are not..."
An evil glint in Thranduil's eye became more and more apparent, though Thranduil feigned innocence. "I have no idea to what you allude to wizard." His sapphire eyes, slightly darker than Legolas's, did not sway from the image of the two before him. The elven king was as taught as a pulled bowstring, though obviously trying to hide the fact.
"No... I think you do Thranduil. No... not Thranduil." Suddenly stepping forward, away from Elrond and towards Thranduil, Gandalf swung his staff to face the elf. Elrond was attempting to grasp the realization of the situation, but it all seemed to leave the half-elven dumbfounded, standing like a statue rather than helping Mithrandir.
Thranduil yelled in indignation as the staff began to lighten, as if Mithrandir was about to set a spell, or release one. But as quickly as Gandalf acted, an wall of almost amazing power appeared between the two, and though invisible, it was easily sensed by both Gandalf and Elrond. As soon as the power was revealed, Gandalf's stunned eyes widened as he was almost physically shoved back from the elven king.
Yelling for his attendants and guards, Thranduil seemed most unperturbed by the attack. Rather, he had gone back to reading the report, not sparing the wizard and his accomplice another glance. A few soldiers ran and filed before the king. "Take the wizard out of my sight and out of the city." Though confused, the guards dare not disobey or question and made to capture Gandalf. The moment they rushed him though, they were found struggling for thin air, the wizard had already disappeared. Leaving quickly, Elrond did not chance Thranduil wishing to toss him out as well. Now there certainly was more work to be done!
Escaping to his room, he found it already occupied by the hunched figure in his sitting chair. Gandalf looked quite worried, though not confused and obviously trying to be calm. "Well Elrond my friend, you were right to call me, right to call me..."
"But what is it? What haunts you so?" Elrond, whose patience had quite run thin, was ready for some answers.
"Nay, not what haunts me... but what haunts Thranduil. And whatever it is, it has much power."
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A certain wizard was very unhappy, to be fairly blunt. Not enraged, but unhappy, annoyed. His thin lips pursed tightly, and he slowly made for his own study within the black walls. A wizard there, that dratted elf's fault... all though could be dealt with, all could be dealt with...
An unwelcome twist, but yet a challenge... one he would most joyously accept and be victorious over.
And then... he would have taken out three birds with one stone. Suddenly, the morning seemed all the brighter.
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"Quietly now, Quietly!" Aragorn and company were slowly surveying the new land around them. Most had never been relatively close to where they now wandered, with only Aragorn's ties with the elven prince to guide them. Every twig snapped by any random member of the small group made a chain reaction of sideways looks, and every whisper of the trees caused a pause. Aragorn had long felt his pull to Legolas getting stronger and stronger as they drew closer, and he was sure that this was the area in which his friend was kept... though part of him did not want to find out had they not come in time. Yet as the pull seemed so strong, he knew Legolas had to be alive... he felt it in a way none in the company did, other than Elladan for Elrohir.
Elladan was searching swiftly with his keen eyes, but it was one of the wood elves that followed the group who came first with news. Swiftly turning, Annaendis, one of the female warriors of the group, rounded on Elladan. "The trees! The speak of a fortress!" All of the other wood elves, listening in turn, nodded their agreement and Elladan moved to Aragorn.
"The others say we are coming to a fortress. Should we set up camp for the night and send out spies?" Which would, of course, be them, but no need to say that. Elladan's wish to find Legolas and get home to see his brother really did not set him in such a mood for waiting around, though it was his place to suggest it.
Taking in the view before him and the state of their group before speaking, Aragorn was not to quick to decide. "No... we shall press on. Whatever is over these hills we will face, and will face tonight." While it may have seemed a rush and very unprepared, the ranger knew his troops were ready for a battle and would not be content to lay around with the enemy so close.
Nodding his assent, Elladan went around and informed the troops, who now were eagerly awaiting the signal to press on and see what the horizon held.
Aragorn moving ahead of the group gave them leave to follow, and so they pressed on over the windy hill, the stars pressed against the sky like gems overhead. Aragorn, thoughts seeking peace as he made for who knew what, sought out Gil -Estel. 'So why is it I always do the adventurous stuff at night? Just so you can watch me? Comforting.' He nearly laughed out loud as he looked up at the twinkling stars, but contented himself in just grinning openly. Elladan spared the man a sideways glanced and was slightly set at ease by Aragorn's calm facade.
The first thing they saw as the went over the hill was the small watch encampment a bit higher on the wall than the rest, and the first thing Aragorn thought was a complete puzzlement that no one had found and mapped something this big against the Carnen and Celduin, it seemed hard to miss. The group kept low under Elladan's order ad they slowly pressed on without much problem. Slipping through the tall grasses, the elves had very little to no trouble keeping silent as their want, and the ranger was quite annoyed that once again he was the loudest of a group he was leading.
The men on the watch tower were lazily playing dice games and betting on who would fall asleep the fastest, obviously not too worried about any attacks from the outsiders. In their mind there really was no need even to post a watch, because the wizard kept this place unnoticed, or forgotten, unless someone knew something or someone within, and that rarely ever came to pass from anyone not already involved. And if it did? Those unfortunate enough to find the place were quickly disposed of, making quite a meal for the dogs. One of the men, Kiftin, threw a stone down to the dogs randomly, though not on schedule, to see if they were awake. As there had been no intruders and therefore no good meals for the dogs, they were rarely sleeping very long, and Kiftin was greeted by a sudden bark. Content with the result, Kiftin slowly slumped down and laid his head against one of the stone cold barriers of the watch tower and fell into a light sleep, while those who took note started to either grown or haughtily laugh, asking for their winnings.
Aragorn had heard the sharp bark of a dog, and everyone in the group had frozen solid until the tiniest growl had settled down. Having assumed it was simply a pet or guard of one of the surrounding houses, for there were a few small farms and clusters of houses near the fortress, they continued on as normal. As they snuck past dark houses they had no trouble avoiding tipping over farm equipment, which would have caused quite a clatter, and they did not see anyone out late working and so they were in t he clear. Or so they thought.
So preoccupied in searching for possible lookouts or awakened passers-by, Aragorn was not quite aware with his surroundings. His group had fanned out a little as too keep from being one visible clump of moving life and keeping solitary and therefore easier to hide, though each was willing and ready to run to Aragorn's or Elladan's call if it was given. This, however, left only Elladan and Aragorn together, moving ever closer tot he fortress in which he knew his friend was being held.
'Oh Legolas, how you hated walls of stone...' Aragorn's passion to rescue his elven friend was brought all the clearer with each memory his mind bubbled to the surface. While in this world of his own, Aragorn felt the grip of strong arms a second to late, and a large snap along with a few loud barks soon rattled his ears. Elladan, who had been a bit more observant had seen the group of dogs lying in Aragorn's path, and thinking Aragorn was well aware of the obvious obstacle in his path had done nothing to prevent them from getting to close to each other until it was too late.
Aragorn began to swear as he saw how quickly he had foiled hi sown plans and given away their very presence and position and quickly and sharply yelled in elvish to get as near to the building and into the shadows as possible. Elladan meanwhile, was busy pulling the ranger along with him and out of reach of the dogs.
Kiftin, having been awoken by the barking of dogs was quite disoriented. He had just thrown down a rock only moments before, there was no reason to check the dog's current occupation now. The other watchmen had also slowly fallen asleep and were all being awoken unpleasantly by thus ruckus. Raising his head and slowly and steadily easing himself up, Kiftin looked in the darkness below and the barking dogs. There! Movement! Suddenly awake, Kiftin heard clearly a yell in a language he didn't know and just as quickly ran to a large bell positioned in the middle of this station. The chilly night air gripped his just awakened fingers as the course rope pulled in his hands and the loud bang of the bell awoke all within the fortress and complex.
Hearing the bell, all the elves looked each other and ducked down and low as the first arrow came whizzing and plunged through a cart too near Annaendis for comfort. They had been found out.
REVIEWERS! I love you all, here's Dr. Peppers galore! -throws them to everyone!
LailathoftheBruinen: Hey, just wondering, why does everyone use the Bruinen as their only river? I hardly ever see someone being original and using the Carnen and stuff. sorry, your name just reminded me. No more bunnies! and too many hugs! I'm going nti-hug! But thanky uo, and I'll write more ^_^
Deadly Chakram: First of all, I'm a big fan of your fics! ^_^. Yes, I'm a demon when it comes to punctuation and spelling (just to prove my point I just typed and wrong before correcting it). The woman? Who? -looks back- ooooh, yes. Sorry, I'm fumble- brained. no worries, I'm anti non-canon romances, and usualy romance in general when it comes to fanfiction, just to quell anyone's fears.
ice mage1014: Hey hey hey, watch it! I love Thranduil! He's my second favorite character! Next to Legolas, of course... and I don't know if I'll kill him or if he'll always be evil... at least I'm not telling. I need to keep yall reading somehow, right?! Thank you though!!
Das Blume: I can't make your heart one inch smaller! -starts singing- You've gotta have heeeaaarrrtttt miles and miles and miles 'o heart! lol. Yes, Mithrandir is one pretty nifty guy, and yes, those hiding skills would be very useful.
Alina11: Why thank you, and we'll see if they find him soon ~_^
I-like-chickens: Wow, great name XD, lol, sorry. 7 words and still you have complimented me, made quite a decent request, and were polite. You have some skills!!! lol, ty
elfmage: Don't die! I love all my reviewers!!!! I'm speechless and so unworthy :o. ^_^ -hangs fic updat eover head to revive-
TY ALL!!!!