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Aquitaineq: I love angsty stories too! That's why I wrote one! Thanks soooo much!
Silvertoekee: Wow! Your new chappie is soooooooo cool! I can't wait for more! Thanks for the review!
Laureline: Yeah well, that's FanFiction for ya! I know that he ain't known as Strider yet but it is my story and I chose to write it this way! Bah! *rips out hair* I gotta control my self! LOL Tar mate!
Meghan: What will Elrond do?? Well you gotta be patient then you shall find out! Thanks for the review!
Nerf: Yeah, I love Estel hurt/comfort stories too! Heck! I love Estel! Thanks!! I am glad you liked it!
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Elizabeth Goode: Gee! Impatient! Tisk, tisk, *grins* Who cares? I suppose being impatient gets the stories finished by the authors! LOL Well please continue to be inpatient! Thankyou for taking the time to review!
Cat15: Okay! You have a point there! So I will continue it! Here's more for ya!
Annauial: Hmmmm. You are another inpatient one! Wait and see! Thankyou for the review!
Galadriel Evenstar: I'm getting back to Strider! Here! Thanks!
Sodalite: Yep, I'm making you guys wait! He he! Well here is the chappie you have been waiting for, now you are gonna find out what happens! Thanks!
EriolSirian: Gambatte ??????? What the? Japanese? I don't speak Japanese! I wish I could though! You like it? Hope so! Thanks! Um.... Also, it's really bugging me, what does Gambatte mean?
Shadowed Flames: The best? *blushes* Naw, It's not that good. Is it? *sigh* Like I have told the others..... you are gonna have to wait and find out what happens! So read this chapter!!! LOL Thanks!
Aquila: Thankyou! Here is the update!
Ymmas Sirron: Bwa ha ha! *evil laugh* Yes I am! And what religion are you? I have never heard of one that needs regular updates of stories. Hmmmmm..........Thankyou!
TrinityTheSheDevil: Hey! Stop prodding me! Here is the update! Geez...... impatent, like the rest of them! Thanks for the review! Oh and if you strangle me, then how will I update??? Eh?
Thanks! Well I hope that's all of ya! My computer is stuffed and won't let me access all my emails! *sighs* So, sorry if I have left any of you out, but I will respond to you guys later! (when my computer is being nice!;) )
In The Darkness "Strider! Strider!" Shouted Halbarad, gently shaking Aragorn's limp body. "Somebody help me!"
Swiftly two of the other rangers, Ralvon and Elemor, were at his side.
"What is wrong Halbarad?" Asked a younger Ranger, Elemor, who saw the fear in his friends face.
"He is not breathing!" Cried Halbarad, as he loosened Strider's clothes from around his neck and chest. Quickly he then felt for a pulse and his well trained fingers sought out the soft beating of Strider's heart.
"He still has a pulse. I am going to have to breathe for him." He said. Leaning forward, carefully tilting his head back, opening his mouth and pinching the young man's nose.
"Ralvon, keep checking his heart beat, Elemor, go find as many blankets as you can." He said, before blowing air in to Strider's lungs every four seconds a first aid After a minute, Halbarad stopped and held an ear close to Strider's mouth. Smiling in relief, as he could hear the young Ranger was now breathing on his own, Halbarad kissed his forehead.
"He is strong, Halbarad." Said Ralvon, removing his fingers from his neck. "And so much like Arathorn, in so many ways, but uniquely different."
"Yes, he is." Said Halbarad, brushing strands of dark hair off Aragorn's pale face. Suddenly, he remembered the blood on the back of his head. "We need to tend to him. I fear he may have a head injury."
Elemor chose this moment to return, carrying an arm load of blankets.
"Warm him up," Halbarad said as he gently pulled Strider into a sitting position. "Wrap the blankets around him. Ralvon, can you ask Truepen to make him a camomile tea?"
The Ranger nodded, quickly getting to his feet and setting off to find Truepen, as Elemor carefully placed the blankets around Aragorn.
"Elemor, hold him." Halbarad said quietly. Elemor gently took Strider in his arms holding him against himself, with the much younger man's head resting on his shoulder. Carefully, Halbarad began to inspect the wound on the back of his head.
"It is not serious, but will need to be cleansed and stitched." He said, grabbing his pack that lay beside him. After rummaging through his pack, he pulled out a water skin and a small satchel of herbs.
"We need to heat this water." Halbarad said as he got to his feet, "Call me if he stirs."
Halbarad walked over to where the Rangers had made the fire. It was burning brightly and the delicious smell of cooking meat and vegetables floated through the air. Finding himself a pot, he emptied the water from the skin into it and placed it into the glowing embers at the side of the fire, where the flames were not as high.
Once the water had boiled, he returned with the pot to where Elemor sat with Strider. Kneeling down beside them he tipped half of the herbs from the satchel into the water and mixed them around using the tip of one of his hunting knives, then ripped the corner off of one of the blankets wrapped around Strider's body. Dipping the piece of cloth into the water, began to clean the wound.
Satisfied that it was clean enough, Halbarad pulled a sharp needle and a fine piece of thread from out of his pack and carefully began to stich up the wound.
"Halbarad...." Elemor started to say as he felt Strider tense in his arms. "I think he is waking up."
"Talk to him. I need to stich this before he wakes, to cause him less pain." He replied concentrating on his task.
Slowly Strider's mind began to clear. His head thundered with pain as he tried to think. He could hear voices around him, but could not make out their words or recognise the people who spoke, but they sounded very familiar. Suddenly he felt a sharp prick to the back of his head and another and another. Trying to pull away, he was surprised to feel himself being tightly held against something warm and soft. He was beginning to make out what the voice was saying when another burning prick was felt. He struggled against who ever held him, but he was held even tighter.
Finally the pricking stopped, and Strider focused on the kind voices and was able to make out the words:
"Tis all right Strider. Calm down, we will not hurt you. It is only your friends Halbarad and Elemor and the other Rangers."
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and looked into the kind, but worried faces of Halbarad and Elemor.
"Can you hear me Strider?" Asked Halbarad, concern etched in his voice.
Aragorn nodded, and immediately wished he had not, as the world spun around him. He closed his eyes again, trying to stop feeling dizzy.
"Are you all right?" Asked Elemor.
"Just.....dizzy" Replied Aragorn, surprised at how weak his voice sounded.
"You need to eat and then rest, young one. Then, when you are stronger, I have many questions for you to answer." Said Halbarad, putting everything back into his pack. "Come and sit by the fire, for you are very cold."
Carefully, Halbarad and Elemor took Strider's arms and pulled him to his feet and led him over to the fire, there they sat him down and gave him a plate of food.
"You need to eat it all, to regain your strength." Elemor told him as he too sat down. Halbarad sat on Strider's other side.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"Fine."
"How many fingers do you see?" Said Halbarad, holding up five fingers.
"Four and a thumb." Replied Strider as he picked at his food.
Halbarad smiled.
"I see that you have not lost your sense of humour." Said Elemor, taking a plate of food for himself and passing one over to Halbarad.
The three friends sat together in silence as they ate.
"Halbarad!" Called a voice from the other side of the camp "Ralvon has been killed!"
Halbarad jumped to his feet.
"Stay with him." He said to Elemor.
Halbarad swiftly walked over to where the Ranger, Valton, who had called him, stood waiting.
"Where is he?" He asked Valton.
"Over here." Valton said, pointing to a dense group of trees. "Come I will show you."
The two Rangers walked through the dense trees and undergrowth for a quarter of a mile before reaching the spot where Ralvon's body lay with an arrow through his heart.
"Nobody has touched anything?" Asked Halbarad as he stood taking in the sight before his eyes.
"No. Everything is as it was, when we found him. But the others have gone after his killers," Replied Valton, pointing at the heavy tracks that were imprinted in the soft ground.
"Orcs." Whispered Halbarad.
"Yes, but look at the arrow, tis not that of any orc I know of. And how could we not of heard them? The camp is down wind from here, anyone could have......."
Suddenly Halbarad rushed forward and began searching through the dead Ranger's pockets.
"It has gone, they have taken it!" He cried.
"What has gone?" Asked Valton.
"The broach. The broach of the Chieftain of the Dunedain, and the letter that was to go with it to Strider, when he was still in Rivendell. Ralvon had it, for he was going to take it to Imaldris himself......."
"Now the enemy knows that Isildur's heir is alive." Finished Valton. "And they will come to find him."
Bum bum bummmmmmmmm! What is gonna happen? Wait and see! I will try to update more often...... well, depending on how many reviews I get!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Singingswede: Thanks! Here's more for ya!
Grumpy: Yes, they should start trying to find him......... well eventually! Thankyou for the review, keep them coming! *Grins*
Someone Reading: I am not 'that' evil..... am I? I am soooooooo glad you liked it! Thankyou so much for the review!
Aquitaineq: I love angsty stories too! That's why I wrote one! Thanks soooo much!
Silvertoekee: Wow! Your new chappie is soooooooo cool! I can't wait for more! Thanks for the review!
Laureline: Yeah well, that's FanFiction for ya! I know that he ain't known as Strider yet but it is my story and I chose to write it this way! Bah! *rips out hair* I gotta control my self! LOL Tar mate!
Meghan: What will Elrond do?? Well you gotta be patient then you shall find out! Thanks for the review!
Nerf: Yeah, I love Estel hurt/comfort stories too! Heck! I love Estel! Thanks!! I am glad you liked it!
Ancient Zoidian: Thanks! Here's the update!
Liana: Well, you now have more to read! Thanks!
LalaithoftheBruinen: Here's the update! Enjoy and thanks for the review!
Elizabeth Goode: Gee! Impatient! Tisk, tisk, *grins* Who cares? I suppose being impatient gets the stories finished by the authors! LOL Well please continue to be inpatient! Thankyou for taking the time to review!
Cat15: Okay! You have a point there! So I will continue it! Here's more for ya!
Annauial: Hmmmm. You are another inpatient one! Wait and see! Thankyou for the review!
Galadriel Evenstar: I'm getting back to Strider! Here! Thanks!
Sodalite: Yep, I'm making you guys wait! He he! Well here is the chappie you have been waiting for, now you are gonna find out what happens! Thanks!
EriolSirian: Gambatte ??????? What the? Japanese? I don't speak Japanese! I wish I could though! You like it? Hope so! Thanks! Um.... Also, it's really bugging me, what does Gambatte mean?
Shadowed Flames: The best? *blushes* Naw, It's not that good. Is it? *sigh* Like I have told the others..... you are gonna have to wait and find out what happens! So read this chapter!!! LOL Thanks!
Aquila: Thankyou! Here is the update!
Ymmas Sirron: Bwa ha ha! *evil laugh* Yes I am! And what religion are you? I have never heard of one that needs regular updates of stories. Hmmmmm..........Thankyou!
TrinityTheSheDevil: Hey! Stop prodding me! Here is the update! Geez...... impatent, like the rest of them! Thanks for the review! Oh and if you strangle me, then how will I update??? Eh?
Thanks! Well I hope that's all of ya! My computer is stuffed and won't let me access all my emails! *sighs* So, sorry if I have left any of you out, but I will respond to you guys later! (when my computer is being nice!;) )
In The Darkness "Strider! Strider!" Shouted Halbarad, gently shaking Aragorn's limp body. "Somebody help me!"
Swiftly two of the other rangers, Ralvon and Elemor, were at his side.
"What is wrong Halbarad?" Asked a younger Ranger, Elemor, who saw the fear in his friends face.
"He is not breathing!" Cried Halbarad, as he loosened Strider's clothes from around his neck and chest. Quickly he then felt for a pulse and his well trained fingers sought out the soft beating of Strider's heart.
"He still has a pulse. I am going to have to breathe for him." He said. Leaning forward, carefully tilting his head back, opening his mouth and pinching the young man's nose.
"Ralvon, keep checking his heart beat, Elemor, go find as many blankets as you can." He said, before blowing air in to Strider's lungs every four seconds a first aid After a minute, Halbarad stopped and held an ear close to Strider's mouth. Smiling in relief, as he could hear the young Ranger was now breathing on his own, Halbarad kissed his forehead.
"He is strong, Halbarad." Said Ralvon, removing his fingers from his neck. "And so much like Arathorn, in so many ways, but uniquely different."
"Yes, he is." Said Halbarad, brushing strands of dark hair off Aragorn's pale face. Suddenly, he remembered the blood on the back of his head. "We need to tend to him. I fear he may have a head injury."
Elemor chose this moment to return, carrying an arm load of blankets.
"Warm him up," Halbarad said as he gently pulled Strider into a sitting position. "Wrap the blankets around him. Ralvon, can you ask Truepen to make him a camomile tea?"
The Ranger nodded, quickly getting to his feet and setting off to find Truepen, as Elemor carefully placed the blankets around Aragorn.
"Elemor, hold him." Halbarad said quietly. Elemor gently took Strider in his arms holding him against himself, with the much younger man's head resting on his shoulder. Carefully, Halbarad began to inspect the wound on the back of his head.
"It is not serious, but will need to be cleansed and stitched." He said, grabbing his pack that lay beside him. After rummaging through his pack, he pulled out a water skin and a small satchel of herbs.
"We need to heat this water." Halbarad said as he got to his feet, "Call me if he stirs."
Halbarad walked over to where the Rangers had made the fire. It was burning brightly and the delicious smell of cooking meat and vegetables floated through the air. Finding himself a pot, he emptied the water from the skin into it and placed it into the glowing embers at the side of the fire, where the flames were not as high.
Once the water had boiled, he returned with the pot to where Elemor sat with Strider. Kneeling down beside them he tipped half of the herbs from the satchel into the water and mixed them around using the tip of one of his hunting knives, then ripped the corner off of one of the blankets wrapped around Strider's body. Dipping the piece of cloth into the water, began to clean the wound.
Satisfied that it was clean enough, Halbarad pulled a sharp needle and a fine piece of thread from out of his pack and carefully began to stich up the wound.
"Halbarad...." Elemor started to say as he felt Strider tense in his arms. "I think he is waking up."
"Talk to him. I need to stich this before he wakes, to cause him less pain." He replied concentrating on his task.
Slowly Strider's mind began to clear. His head thundered with pain as he tried to think. He could hear voices around him, but could not make out their words or recognise the people who spoke, but they sounded very familiar. Suddenly he felt a sharp prick to the back of his head and another and another. Trying to pull away, he was surprised to feel himself being tightly held against something warm and soft. He was beginning to make out what the voice was saying when another burning prick was felt. He struggled against who ever held him, but he was held even tighter.
Finally the pricking stopped, and Strider focused on the kind voices and was able to make out the words:
"Tis all right Strider. Calm down, we will not hurt you. It is only your friends Halbarad and Elemor and the other Rangers."
Slowly, he opened his eyes, and looked into the kind, but worried faces of Halbarad and Elemor.
"Can you hear me Strider?" Asked Halbarad, concern etched in his voice.
Aragorn nodded, and immediately wished he had not, as the world spun around him. He closed his eyes again, trying to stop feeling dizzy.
"Are you all right?" Asked Elemor.
"Just.....dizzy" Replied Aragorn, surprised at how weak his voice sounded.
"You need to eat and then rest, young one. Then, when you are stronger, I have many questions for you to answer." Said Halbarad, putting everything back into his pack. "Come and sit by the fire, for you are very cold."
Carefully, Halbarad and Elemor took Strider's arms and pulled him to his feet and led him over to the fire, there they sat him down and gave him a plate of food.
"You need to eat it all, to regain your strength." Elemor told him as he too sat down. Halbarad sat on Strider's other side.
"How do you feel?" He asked.
"Fine."
"How many fingers do you see?" Said Halbarad, holding up five fingers.
"Four and a thumb." Replied Strider as he picked at his food.
Halbarad smiled.
"I see that you have not lost your sense of humour." Said Elemor, taking a plate of food for himself and passing one over to Halbarad.
The three friends sat together in silence as they ate.
"Halbarad!" Called a voice from the other side of the camp "Ralvon has been killed!"
Halbarad jumped to his feet.
"Stay with him." He said to Elemor.
Halbarad swiftly walked over to where the Ranger, Valton, who had called him, stood waiting.
"Where is he?" He asked Valton.
"Over here." Valton said, pointing to a dense group of trees. "Come I will show you."
The two Rangers walked through the dense trees and undergrowth for a quarter of a mile before reaching the spot where Ralvon's body lay with an arrow through his heart.
"Nobody has touched anything?" Asked Halbarad as he stood taking in the sight before his eyes.
"No. Everything is as it was, when we found him. But the others have gone after his killers," Replied Valton, pointing at the heavy tracks that were imprinted in the soft ground.
"Orcs." Whispered Halbarad.
"Yes, but look at the arrow, tis not that of any orc I know of. And how could we not of heard them? The camp is down wind from here, anyone could have......."
Suddenly Halbarad rushed forward and began searching through the dead Ranger's pockets.
"It has gone, they have taken it!" He cried.
"What has gone?" Asked Valton.
"The broach. The broach of the Chieftain of the Dunedain, and the letter that was to go with it to Strider, when he was still in Rivendell. Ralvon had it, for he was going to take it to Imaldris himself......."
"Now the enemy knows that Isildur's heir is alive." Finished Valton. "And they will come to find him."
Bum bum bummmmmmmmm! What is gonna happen? Wait and see! I will try to update more often...... well, depending on how many reviews I get!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!