Author's Note: Hey everyone sorry about the length of time for the update.
I've been really, really ill and I'm finally on the road to recovery so I
just want to thank everyone for their patience and understanding,
especially Leah, Mousie, Flipperjlw and Rosa Cotton. Thanks a lot guys your
reviews mean a lot to me. (
Mousie after I'm finished with the chapter I'll read and review your fiction cause I see you added loads of chappies yay!! On a little note about my fiction, I think the end is near for this adventure, I've got about six or seven chapters to go again. So please bear with me if it takes a bit longer to update than usual because I want to make the last adventures absolutely fantastic! And just because our couple has gotten together, doesn't mean the drama ends. :-D So here we go into chappie 17, I hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review.
"Èowyn, Èowyn....please awake." A voice whispered gently, almost pleading into her ear accompanied by tender shaking. Her eyes fluttered briefly and gradually opened to the gloomy atmosphere surrounding her. Aragorn was bent over her peering intently at her movements. The Elfstone glowed brightly in his left hand, revealing another chamber encompassed with the accursed substance she had grown to loathe.
"You are not hurt?" he asked kindly as she rubbed her sore limbs, shaking her head. "Drink this. It shall help." he said gently and raising the flask of water to her lips.
"What have we fallen into?" she asked as he drank. "Legolas and Matejé what of them? I hope they are well."
"I do not know Èowyn. We have no choice by to complete this and expect the best." He said wearily. "As for your earlier question, it seems we have fallen into a lower chamber, yet the Elfstone gleams as bright as before. I believe we are on course to the swords." He replied and helped her stand. "Shall we press on?" he asked gently.
"Need you ask?" she replied smiling. "All I wish to be rid of this accursed place as quickly as possible." She said and her eyes darkened as she gazed upon the entrance before them, dark and concealing wrought with nameless dangers lurking before them. "I worry for the others." She said thoughtfully as they prepared to leave.
"As do I. I feel nothing but remorse at leaving them to face those heinous creatures." He whispered staring into the soft light of the stone.
"It was a choice they agreed upon their own free will, and though it appeared to somewhat insane, we had no choice in the matter. Legolas was correct in his decision. Do not lose hope yet Aragorn, they are valiant. We must have the patience to endure and prayer for the best." She replied embracing him, infusing strength into his weary soul.
"Your words are true. We can only wish for the best." He replied smiling. "Now, let us end this task for I sense the swords are close." He stated and led the way into the passageway.
Èowyn, shuddered as they passed the shadowy walls, drops of water sledging slowly pass the filth growing upon the rocks, falling upon the cold ground in pools of stagnant and reeking liquid. They pressed on cautiously upon the slippery base, which was to her surprise made of granite instead of earth and she knew their final destination lay not far ahead.
"I knew not of the vastness these caves. It is amazing not many knew of their existence." Aragorn whispered as they walked.
"And for good reason, if those creatures we encountered before; abode here." She replied softly, side stepping another pool of water.
"I agree. I understand why Lord Elrond chose to keep the knowledge a secret." He said and halted briefly.
"What is the matter?" she asked as she came abreast.
"Can you not feel it? Everything seems as though it has ceased to exist." He whispered half fearfully. "Something evil is at work here. Draw your weapon. We are almost there I can sense it." He instructed as they came upon a circular door hewn from the coarse rock.
"As can I. It feels as though a chill resides inside." She confirmed and drew Helm from his scabbard, and assumed a fighting stance. "Whatever is in there, I am not afraid." She stated, yet there in her glory, she wavered. "Look! there seems to be some inscription in the wall. Can you decipher it?" she asked as she pointed to the strange writings inscribed before them.
He stood before her, peering intently at the strange icons, his face in contortion of bewilderment and shook his head slightly at her.
"It appears to be in a language I cannot read for it seems not of the elvish tongue. There is a mixture of Quenya and Sindarin but I am not certain." He said exasperatedly turning to her.
"What of the Elfstone? It has guided us this far, can it not assist in the direst of times?" she asked softly.
"I shall try." He replied and guided the jewel over the inscriptions. The green light glowed softly in the dim light and to their amazement, before them, the words transformed into Westron. They looked at each other with astonishment upon their faces at the miracle.
Aragorn stood; fingers wavering as he spoke the etched message:
"In a case of stone
There shall lie
What men seek until the time is nigh
For the one who holds the throne
And the other the face of snow
To reclaim what was lost
When the world was anew."
"The swords of Isander rest in peace
Until the beast shall awake
For then it shall be taken by the Edain
Into the forest surrounded by green plains."
"The swords of Isander? I have never heard of that land." She said thoughtfully as he finished.
"Neither have I. None of the elves ever spoke of it as well." He replied as they stood deliberating their next move.
"Does the message say what lies beyond the door or the way to enter?"
"Nay...... look the message changes once more." He pointed
"In the time to come
Not far behind
The path to the swords
Lay in the mind.
Seek for the key cast in rock
To enter the now unblocked."
"There is something imprinted in the passage way. We shall have to find it." He stated as Èowyn began to grope in the dark seeking the key, while he stood transfixed at the rest of the words before him.
"Beware of the Lady in White
For she is not what she seems
Her purpose is to mislead you
Until you perform what she deems."
He stood as silent as the rock encompassing them. How could the message deem Èowyn as a betrayer? She who was as innocent as the simbelmynë found upon the green plains of Rohan. The most loyal of those he had ever passed company with. His heart cried in agony at the writings, no it was not true she was one of the most blameless. Yet his mind betrayed him. For the first time in his entire existence Aragorn was truly torn beyond measure.
"Aragorn I have found it!" Èowyn's excited voice echoed in the chamber cutting off his inner monologue and he turned slowly towards her. His face, one of confusion and pain but he quickly hid it.
"Very good melamin." He complimented, yet his voice was strained.
"Something bothers you?" she asked wisely but he shook his head in disagreement.
"Nay my love." He replied. "Show me what you have found." He asked quietly as she led him to niche in the stone where the imprints of two hands lay covered in silken cobwebs.
"It has to be the key." She replied her eyes flashing with intensity and excitement. "There is no other way."
"Then come let us put your theory to the test." He replied dusting off the tiny spiders from their house of many years and slowly placed his hand over the larger carving followed by an eager Èowyn who laid her delicate hands into twin beside his.
A low rumble vibrated throughout the chamber and they looked with fascination as they door before them, slowly began to open; filling their ears with an unbearable screeching sound. They stepped away, their weapons illuminating the hollow with a lethal sapphire inferno and cautiously they entered the final passageway ahead of them. The stone entrance closing behind them, leaving the couple to their own fates.
Mousie after I'm finished with the chapter I'll read and review your fiction cause I see you added loads of chappies yay!! On a little note about my fiction, I think the end is near for this adventure, I've got about six or seven chapters to go again. So please bear with me if it takes a bit longer to update than usual because I want to make the last adventures absolutely fantastic! And just because our couple has gotten together, doesn't mean the drama ends. :-D So here we go into chappie 17, I hope you all enjoy and don't forget to review.
"Èowyn, Èowyn....please awake." A voice whispered gently, almost pleading into her ear accompanied by tender shaking. Her eyes fluttered briefly and gradually opened to the gloomy atmosphere surrounding her. Aragorn was bent over her peering intently at her movements. The Elfstone glowed brightly in his left hand, revealing another chamber encompassed with the accursed substance she had grown to loathe.
"You are not hurt?" he asked kindly as she rubbed her sore limbs, shaking her head. "Drink this. It shall help." he said gently and raising the flask of water to her lips.
"What have we fallen into?" she asked as he drank. "Legolas and Matejé what of them? I hope they are well."
"I do not know Èowyn. We have no choice by to complete this and expect the best." He said wearily. "As for your earlier question, it seems we have fallen into a lower chamber, yet the Elfstone gleams as bright as before. I believe we are on course to the swords." He replied and helped her stand. "Shall we press on?" he asked gently.
"Need you ask?" she replied smiling. "All I wish to be rid of this accursed place as quickly as possible." She said and her eyes darkened as she gazed upon the entrance before them, dark and concealing wrought with nameless dangers lurking before them. "I worry for the others." She said thoughtfully as they prepared to leave.
"As do I. I feel nothing but remorse at leaving them to face those heinous creatures." He whispered staring into the soft light of the stone.
"It was a choice they agreed upon their own free will, and though it appeared to somewhat insane, we had no choice in the matter. Legolas was correct in his decision. Do not lose hope yet Aragorn, they are valiant. We must have the patience to endure and prayer for the best." She replied embracing him, infusing strength into his weary soul.
"Your words are true. We can only wish for the best." He replied smiling. "Now, let us end this task for I sense the swords are close." He stated and led the way into the passageway.
Èowyn, shuddered as they passed the shadowy walls, drops of water sledging slowly pass the filth growing upon the rocks, falling upon the cold ground in pools of stagnant and reeking liquid. They pressed on cautiously upon the slippery base, which was to her surprise made of granite instead of earth and she knew their final destination lay not far ahead.
"I knew not of the vastness these caves. It is amazing not many knew of their existence." Aragorn whispered as they walked.
"And for good reason, if those creatures we encountered before; abode here." She replied softly, side stepping another pool of water.
"I agree. I understand why Lord Elrond chose to keep the knowledge a secret." He said and halted briefly.
"What is the matter?" she asked as she came abreast.
"Can you not feel it? Everything seems as though it has ceased to exist." He whispered half fearfully. "Something evil is at work here. Draw your weapon. We are almost there I can sense it." He instructed as they came upon a circular door hewn from the coarse rock.
"As can I. It feels as though a chill resides inside." She confirmed and drew Helm from his scabbard, and assumed a fighting stance. "Whatever is in there, I am not afraid." She stated, yet there in her glory, she wavered. "Look! there seems to be some inscription in the wall. Can you decipher it?" she asked as she pointed to the strange writings inscribed before them.
He stood before her, peering intently at the strange icons, his face in contortion of bewilderment and shook his head slightly at her.
"It appears to be in a language I cannot read for it seems not of the elvish tongue. There is a mixture of Quenya and Sindarin but I am not certain." He said exasperatedly turning to her.
"What of the Elfstone? It has guided us this far, can it not assist in the direst of times?" she asked softly.
"I shall try." He replied and guided the jewel over the inscriptions. The green light glowed softly in the dim light and to their amazement, before them, the words transformed into Westron. They looked at each other with astonishment upon their faces at the miracle.
Aragorn stood; fingers wavering as he spoke the etched message:
"In a case of stone
There shall lie
What men seek until the time is nigh
For the one who holds the throne
And the other the face of snow
To reclaim what was lost
When the world was anew."
"The swords of Isander rest in peace
Until the beast shall awake
For then it shall be taken by the Edain
Into the forest surrounded by green plains."
"The swords of Isander? I have never heard of that land." She said thoughtfully as he finished.
"Neither have I. None of the elves ever spoke of it as well." He replied as they stood deliberating their next move.
"Does the message say what lies beyond the door or the way to enter?"
"Nay...... look the message changes once more." He pointed
"In the time to come
Not far behind
The path to the swords
Lay in the mind.
Seek for the key cast in rock
To enter the now unblocked."
"There is something imprinted in the passage way. We shall have to find it." He stated as Èowyn began to grope in the dark seeking the key, while he stood transfixed at the rest of the words before him.
"Beware of the Lady in White
For she is not what she seems
Her purpose is to mislead you
Until you perform what she deems."
He stood as silent as the rock encompassing them. How could the message deem Èowyn as a betrayer? She who was as innocent as the simbelmynë found upon the green plains of Rohan. The most loyal of those he had ever passed company with. His heart cried in agony at the writings, no it was not true she was one of the most blameless. Yet his mind betrayed him. For the first time in his entire existence Aragorn was truly torn beyond measure.
"Aragorn I have found it!" Èowyn's excited voice echoed in the chamber cutting off his inner monologue and he turned slowly towards her. His face, one of confusion and pain but he quickly hid it.
"Very good melamin." He complimented, yet his voice was strained.
"Something bothers you?" she asked wisely but he shook his head in disagreement.
"Nay my love." He replied. "Show me what you have found." He asked quietly as she led him to niche in the stone where the imprints of two hands lay covered in silken cobwebs.
"It has to be the key." She replied her eyes flashing with intensity and excitement. "There is no other way."
"Then come let us put your theory to the test." He replied dusting off the tiny spiders from their house of many years and slowly placed his hand over the larger carving followed by an eager Èowyn who laid her delicate hands into twin beside his.
A low rumble vibrated throughout the chamber and they looked with fascination as they door before them, slowly began to open; filling their ears with an unbearable screeching sound. They stepped away, their weapons illuminating the hollow with a lethal sapphire inferno and cautiously they entered the final passageway ahead of them. The stone entrance closing behind them, leaving the couple to their own fates.