Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR. Sorry it took so long to update.
I walked around the pile of dead orcs with Hopper behind me. I sighed bitterly as Gimli found one of their belts. Aragorn was so enraged kicked a helmet almost cleaning my head right off my shoulders. I shouted 'Hey!' but he ignored me as he dropped to the ground saying something about a Hobbit being there. I tuned him out which was a very bad mistake cause when I tuned back to the real world again… if it can be called real. I was by myself and couldn't find anybody. No Hopper, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Lightning Cloud, Swift Runner, or Hushy. I really hate it when people don't realize that they left me behind.
Back with Fellowship plus Hopper
Nobody had noticed that I was gone as they walked through Fangorn forest.
"The white wizard approaches! Do not let him speak!" Aragorn said and they all took out there weapons. Legolas fire his arrow only to not have it hit the white wizard. Gimli's axe, Aragorn's and Hopper's swords grew so hot that they had to let it go.
"You are searching for two hobbits. They passed here not two days ago, does that comfort you?" The white wizard said.
"Who are you? Show yourself!" Aragorn shouted and the white wizard obliged.
"Gandalf." Aragorn said.
Fast forward
Gandalf had just summoned Shadowfax and nobody has yet to notice that I wasn't there. Only to realize that they only had three horses where they need four.
"I hear that Fox Demons are fast runners so if you two don't mind will you ru-where is Leslie?" Gandalf asked and that is when a miracle happened. They actually realized I was gone. They panicked but then saw me come out of the forest out of breath. My hair was messed up and it looked like I had been running all day when for real it was just around 2 hours. I didn't realize that they had gotten so ahead when I was tuned out and since I was still kinda new at being a fox demon, I had a little trouble finding there scent. The running was easy and I didn't realize that I was out of breath until I stopped completely.
"Where were you?" Gimli asked looking at me and I stared.
"Where the pile of orcs were. Someone forgot to tell me that they were leaving so I tuned the world out!" I snapped and took a drink of water from my canteen.
"Why did you tune the world out?" Legolas asked as he helped Gimli on the horse.
"I tune out the world so I can escape from reality. I have done it my entire life." I whispered with a sad far away look in my eyes. I had a feeling that everyone wanted to ask me something about that but I guess they got the feeling that I didn't want to talk about it.
"So, where am I going to run this time? Rivendell? Mirkwood? Gondor? Go ahead I know I have to run some more and I still have enough energy in me for a days run." I said changing the subject.
"Actually it's Rohan." Gandalf said and I smiled.
"Even better. That's closer." I said. I realized that someone could ride with Gandalf and Aragorn but maybe it was better if Hopper and me didn't ride with them and ran instead. I would ride Lightning Cloud only that would surely make the people of Rohan attack.
"On we go!" I shouted and started to run.
"Leslie! You're going the wrong way!" Aragorn shouted and I ran back.
"Well, since you were actually born in Middle Earth then why don't you lead the way, wouldn't that be a good idea?" I snapped. I was going through my weekly cycle so can anybody really blame me for acting this way? Still1 days to go. ThankGod.Its times like these where I wished there was a 'human' not warg female as a friend with me. Oh, there is Patty and Brit. I wonder how they are; forget that, they are probably furious at me for forgetting about them. To tell myself the truth, I am more afraid of Patty being angry at me than Brit cause all Brit does is complain and whine. That can get annoying at times.
"Your weapons." A guard said and I realized we had already reached Rohan and everyone had already given them their weapons except me. That was more because I didn't have weapons.
"I don't have weapons with me. I prefer hand-to-hand combat with no weapons whatsoever. Unless you want me to cut off my hands, feet and mouth and give them to you." I said staring him straight in the face. He looked at me like I was insane but then how many girls in Middle Earth do you see that like to use weapons? Or fight for that matter. The Fellowship looked at me in a weird way for a second at my last sentence.
"Err, that won't be necessary. Your staff?" He said still feeling uncomfortable around me.
"You wouldn't part an old man from his walking stick would you?" Gandalf asked and I walked up to one side of him while Legolas on the other. I stared at him with puppy dog eyes and he opened the door a little disgruntled. We walked toward the old looking guy that looked like he hadn't exercised in over a hundred years. Then I realized that was King Théoden, my bad."Hail, Théoden son of Thengel! I have returned. For behold! The storm comes, and now all friends should gather together, lest each singly be destroyed." Gandalf said. Slowly Théoden rose to his feet, leaning heavily upon a short black staff with a handle of white bone. EW, a bone.
"I greet you, and maybe you look for welcome. But truth to tell your welcome is doubtful here, Master Gandalf. You have ever been a herald of woe. Troubles follow you like crows, and ever the oftener the worse. I will deceive you: when I heard that Shadowfax had come back riderless, I rejoiced at the return of the horse, but still more at the lack of the rides; and when Eomer brought tidings that you had gone at last to your long home, I did not mourn. But news from afar is seldom sooth. Here you come again! And with you come evils worse than before, as might be expected. Why should I welcome you Gandalf Stormcrow? Tell me that." Théoden said ad slowly sat back down. I do not like the way he stared at me when he said that Gandalf brought evil with him. At the moment, I do not like Théoden very much and I am the kind of person that takes first impressions seriously depending on the situation.
"You speak justly, lord. It is not yet five days since the bitter tidings came that Theodred your son was slain upon the West Marches: your right hand, Second Marshal of the Mark. In Eomer, there is little trust. Few men would be left to guard your walls, if he had been allowed to rule. And even now we learn from Gondor that the Dark Lord is stirring in the East. Such is the welcome you, Master Stormcrow? Lathspell I name you, Ill-news; and ill news is an ill guest they say." Said the pale man sitting upon the steps of the dais. He laughed grimly, as he lifted his heavy lids for a moment and gazed at us with strange eyes. I unconsciously grabbed on to Hoppers arm and he hugged me gently not letting go as he glared at the man.
"You are held wise, my friend Wormtongue, and are doubtless a great support to your master, yet in two ways may a man come with evil tidings. He may be a worker of evil; or he may be such as leaves well alone, and comes only to bring aid in time of need." Gandalf said.
"That is so, but there is a third kind: Pickers of bones, meddlers in other men's sorrows, carrion-fowl that grow fat on war. What aid have you ever brought, Stormcrow? And what aid do you bring now? It was aid from us that you sought last time that you were here. Then the wonder of all you took Shadowfax in your insolence. My lord was sorely grieved; yet to some it seemed that to speed you from the land the price was not too great. I guess that it is likely to turn out the same once more: horses, swords, spears? That I would call aid; that is our present need. But who are these that follow at your tail? Three ragged wanderers in grey, one in weird leggings (Fk306: That's Leslie if any are wandering. She is wearing jeans and a shirt that said 'You can talk all you want to me but I feel the need to tell you that I only hear 'blah blah blah'.' ) she is female at that, and one that seems protective of the female, and you yourself the most beggar-like of the six!" Wormtongue said.
"Keep talking like that and I promise that your name would not suit you much Wormtongue" I snarled and he backed away. Incase you didn't get it I was threatening to cut off his tongue.
"The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden son of Thengel, has not the messenger from your gate reported the names of my companions? Seldom has any lord of Rohan received fivesuch guest. Weapons they have laid at your doors that are worth many a mortal man, even the mightiest. Grey is their raiment, for the Elves clad them, and thus they have passed through the shadow of great perils to your halls. As for the two fox demons, fox demons have spent there entire lives hidden from any other race until today so they crossed from where they came from through the shadows to help there dear friends in whatever way possible." Gandalf said. I had always subconsciously known that Fox demons hid from others in whatever forest they could find. I don't know how I knew but the Fox demon kingdom is hidden in Mirkwood, if you search for it then you will not find it but if you stumble into it by accident then they will be tended by anybody living there. The people who lived there were elves, dwarves, humans and one fox demon that Shadow Killer had once mentioned to me. Actually she had also told me about the Fox Demon kingdom. Supposedly it was a place where dwarves and elves didn't get along but still managed to work together without any incidents happening.
"Then it is true, as Eomer reported, that you are in league with the Sorceress of the Golden Wood? It is not to be wondered at: webs of deceit were ever woven in Dwimordene." Wormtongue said.
"Dwimorwhat!" I said confused. I was promptly ignored.
"The wise speak only of what they know, Grima son of Galmod. A witless worm have you become. Therefore, be silent, and keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a serving-man till the lighting falls." Gandalf said then I realized something. Gandalf was alive… He wasn't dead. HOW COULD IT TAKE ME THIS LONG TO REALIZE THAT GANDALF IS NOT DEAD? Anyway, he raised his staff. There was a roll of thunder. The sunlight was blotted pit from the eastern window; the whole hall became suddenly dark as night…. That is so cool. The fire faded to sullen embers. Only Gandalf could be seen, standing white and tall before the blackened hearth.
"Did I not counsel you, lord, to forbid his staff? That fool, Hama, has betrayed us!" Wormtongue said and I smiled. There was a flash as if lightning had cloven the roof.
"Wow." I said not able to keep quiet.
"Now Théoden son of Thengel, will you hearken to me? Do you ask for help? Not all is dark. Take courage, Lord of the Mark; for better help you will not find. No counsel have I to give to those that despair. Yet counsel I could give, and words I could speak to you. Will you hear them? They are not for all ears. I bid you come out before your doors and look abroad. Too long have you sat in shadows and trusted to twisted tales and crooked promptings." Gandalf said. Before my eyes, Théoden was changing into a much younger version of himself.
A/N: Well there is a chapter. Sorry it took so long. Please R N R