A/N: . . . . *peaks out from under desk* Hello . . . ?
*rocks and several tomatoes get thrown*
AYIIIIIEEEEE!!!
*face covered with tomatoes and bruises*
Well I can see that I was missed . . . Maybe I just won't update anymore!
*silence*
That's what I thought! NOW ON WITH IT! *lone rock smacks forehead* GAH!
Chapter 5:
"What on Middle-Earth was that?" Whyn asked softly.
"I don't know, but I think I should check it out. Kids, stay here," Eohir told the three children before going out of the house. Theohir was panting heavily from the running around she had done.
"Theohir, you go and stay in your room, and don't come out, you hear me?" Whyn ordered her younger sister. Theohir nodded once and scurried off.
"I'm impressed," Daron said to her. "You actually got her to obey you."
"Oh be quiet and follow me," Whyn spat as she dragged her friend by the collar.
Outside, people were rushing to see what was going on, and where the scream had come from. Releasing Daron, she walked on ahead.
"Didn't your father say we were supposed to stay, you know, inside? Where it's safe?" Daron called after her.
"You are such a coward!" she cried to him. Steadying her resolve, she marched ahead. Daron, very reluctantly, followed her.
Making sure to keep an eye out for her father in case he saw them, she stayed close to the houses. The Golden Hall was before them, glimmering magnificently in the sun. It would have been a beautiful sight, if only it wasn't standing in the middle of poor times. But her attention wasn't mainly focused on the Hall, but what was happening on the steps.
Théoden, the King of Rohan, who was thought to be ill and overtaken, was standing holding a sword in his hand. Whyn forgot the name, but she knew it was significant to him. He looked as healthy as he was before he started acting strangely; before Wormtongue got to him. And there indeed before the king was Grima, looking quite shaken and a nervous wreck. Théoden was advancing.
"I only ever tried to serve you, my lord!" the greasy advisor pleaded. Whyn, hiding in the shadows, shook her head in denial at this statement and continued watching. The crowd gathered before the steps of the Hall were anxiously waiting his doom. Above the steps Whyn could see the niece of the king, Eowyn, looking on, along with the Elf she had seen and the Dwarf and wizard Gandalf. For a moment she forgot the scene before her and stared at these people in wonder, until the voice of Théoden won back her gaze.
"You would have had me crawling around on the floor like a beast!" he yelled.
"Send me not from your sight!" cried Wormtongue as Théoden raised his sword. Whyn's eyes widened as he started to swing it down—
"No my lord!" came a cry, as a figure of a man stilled the king's arms. "No my lord!"
Whyn gasped; it was the Ranger who had smiled at her earlier. From what she could see, he was very handsome, and looked strong. He said something quietly to the king, but he was too far away to make out what he said. It seemed to have some sort of effect, though, since the king was lowering his sword.
"Get out of my way!" Wormtongue screamed as he got up and ran through the crowd. Whyn had an instinct to run after him, but remained where she was.
"Hail Théoden king!" the Ranger shouted. The crowd kneeled, and Whyn blinked once before kneeling herself. She felt Daron behind her do the same. When she looked up, the king and the Ranger were gone. Daron got to his feet.
"Well that was entertaining!" he exclaimed. "And a very happy ending, I think . . ."
Whyn rolled her eyes and got up, pushing him back to the ground and running to her house before her father did to only find his elder daughter missing.
A/N: Whee. Yay. Sorry that it is, once again, a midget chapter. SORRY! ACK! *awaits rocks and tomatoes* Hey, where did everyone go?
*cricket chirping*
Darn it . . . Anyhoo, please review. Oh, and sorry if I don't really know that much about horses . . . Not really a horse person, more of a dog and wolf person. So sorry if I screw things up. AUDIOS! AND SORRY FOR BAD SPEELING!
P.S. YES THAT WAS DILIBERATE!
*rocks and several tomatoes get thrown*
AYIIIIIEEEEE!!!
*face covered with tomatoes and bruises*
Well I can see that I was missed . . . Maybe I just won't update anymore!
*silence*
That's what I thought! NOW ON WITH IT! *lone rock smacks forehead* GAH!
Chapter 5:
"What on Middle-Earth was that?" Whyn asked softly.
"I don't know, but I think I should check it out. Kids, stay here," Eohir told the three children before going out of the house. Theohir was panting heavily from the running around she had done.
"Theohir, you go and stay in your room, and don't come out, you hear me?" Whyn ordered her younger sister. Theohir nodded once and scurried off.
"I'm impressed," Daron said to her. "You actually got her to obey you."
"Oh be quiet and follow me," Whyn spat as she dragged her friend by the collar.
Outside, people were rushing to see what was going on, and where the scream had come from. Releasing Daron, she walked on ahead.
"Didn't your father say we were supposed to stay, you know, inside? Where it's safe?" Daron called after her.
"You are such a coward!" she cried to him. Steadying her resolve, she marched ahead. Daron, very reluctantly, followed her.
Making sure to keep an eye out for her father in case he saw them, she stayed close to the houses. The Golden Hall was before them, glimmering magnificently in the sun. It would have been a beautiful sight, if only it wasn't standing in the middle of poor times. But her attention wasn't mainly focused on the Hall, but what was happening on the steps.
Théoden, the King of Rohan, who was thought to be ill and overtaken, was standing holding a sword in his hand. Whyn forgot the name, but she knew it was significant to him. He looked as healthy as he was before he started acting strangely; before Wormtongue got to him. And there indeed before the king was Grima, looking quite shaken and a nervous wreck. Théoden was advancing.
"I only ever tried to serve you, my lord!" the greasy advisor pleaded. Whyn, hiding in the shadows, shook her head in denial at this statement and continued watching. The crowd gathered before the steps of the Hall were anxiously waiting his doom. Above the steps Whyn could see the niece of the king, Eowyn, looking on, along with the Elf she had seen and the Dwarf and wizard Gandalf. For a moment she forgot the scene before her and stared at these people in wonder, until the voice of Théoden won back her gaze.
"You would have had me crawling around on the floor like a beast!" he yelled.
"Send me not from your sight!" cried Wormtongue as Théoden raised his sword. Whyn's eyes widened as he started to swing it down—
"No my lord!" came a cry, as a figure of a man stilled the king's arms. "No my lord!"
Whyn gasped; it was the Ranger who had smiled at her earlier. From what she could see, he was very handsome, and looked strong. He said something quietly to the king, but he was too far away to make out what he said. It seemed to have some sort of effect, though, since the king was lowering his sword.
"Get out of my way!" Wormtongue screamed as he got up and ran through the crowd. Whyn had an instinct to run after him, but remained where she was.
"Hail Théoden king!" the Ranger shouted. The crowd kneeled, and Whyn blinked once before kneeling herself. She felt Daron behind her do the same. When she looked up, the king and the Ranger were gone. Daron got to his feet.
"Well that was entertaining!" he exclaimed. "And a very happy ending, I think . . ."
Whyn rolled her eyes and got up, pushing him back to the ground and running to her house before her father did to only find his elder daughter missing.
A/N: Whee. Yay. Sorry that it is, once again, a midget chapter. SORRY! ACK! *awaits rocks and tomatoes* Hey, where did everyone go?
*cricket chirping*
Darn it . . . Anyhoo, please review. Oh, and sorry if I don't really know that much about horses . . . Not really a horse person, more of a dog and wolf person. So sorry if I screw things up. AUDIOS! AND SORRY FOR BAD SPEELING!
P.S. YES THAT WAS DILIBERATE!