Chapter 11 The young little orc
Dawn awoke in a beautiful room, with a beautiful girl, wait again the pointy ears, elf, standing next to her. She held the letter in her hands, and she looked intently at it. Dawn cleared her throat to signal she was awake. The lady, it must be Arwen, the woman Aragon always talked of. Her head lifted dark intent brown eyebrows studied her quickly, long chocolate brown hair shaped her fair face, she surpassed Galadriel in beauty, Dawn could feel her power but all the same a gentleness surrounded her.
"Lady Dawn, I ask of you to is my lo-friend Aragon well?"
"Um, yeah he is doing great, um...well oh I see you have his letter, did you read it yet?" Dawn asked eagerly it had taken all her maturity not to open the love letter and read it aloud to Haldir.
"Oh no, I was waiting for you to awake, so I could ask of you if I could?" she replied sweetly with a hint of anxiousness in her voice.
Dawn looked at the girl, okay Arwen was obviously in love with Aragon and he was too, it didn't take a dumbass to figure that one out.
"Yeah, uh Arwen, can I call you just Arwen? Well its your letter why do you need to ask me if you can open it?" Or why didn't I just open it myself?
Arwen looked a little shocked but opened the letter like a little child would a birthday present. She stood and read it, Aragon had nice taste. Her happiness seemed to fade as she read the letter, and quickly closed it again, and sat it down. Dawn sat up in the bed to face her, as she sat down once again on a chair. She wanted to slap Aragon for whatever he had said to her in that letter.
"Uh…what, well if you don't mind me asking, what did he say?"
Arwen seemed to hesitate, but nonetheless told her. Dawn was very unhappy when she heard this, it was like the whole Angel and Buffy thing all over again. The whole I'm doing it for your own good, and we can never have a life together cause I'm immortal crap. She wrapped her arms around Arwen, and Arwen sobbed into her shoulders. It was after about 5 minutes of this, did Arwen fully trust this girl. She understood now why Aragon looked upon her as a daughter, Arwen felt like this girl however was like a sister. She had for so long hidden the love she had for Aragon, revealed it to none. When she had met this girl, with Aragon's ring on her finger. She had become instantly jealous, so rare of an emotion for an elf. But upon reading the letter Aragon described his fatherly pride in the young girl, who presented herself in such a strange manner.
During the next two days, they grew continuously close. Arwen would often give her an evil look, when she would catch Dawn, sleeping in late and walking around in what she called her pj's. Or when she mutter her own language, walk around without her hair done or stick her tongue out at Arwen, like a young little orc. Dawn loved Arwen's easy mood, and how she treated her like a sister, she did her hair every morning, and showed her some ways to do it herself, and often they would borrow dresses, and argue over stupid things. She taught her how to ride and shoot arrows. Being around Arwen made her think a lot of Buffy and everyone else. Elrond at first seemed like a mental case, with his stern look and often stupid sayings, he sort of avoided her too sometimes. But when she was talking some elfish to another person, it was then did he take her into his study and teach the proper way to speak, she had a great interest in learning languages, looking at written records, maps, many of things he himself enjoyed. She loved to hear stories, she would sit attentively in front of him hanging on every word, sometimes he would stop at the climax of the story and send her off to bed, or excuse himself to tend to something else. She became so outraged, she would follow him, and stamp her feet and demand the rest of the story to the great amusement of Elrond. He also found that she ate a lot, probably being around the hobbits that told him this. She also spoke of weird things from her past, demons, guns, malls, cancer, food, condiments, all with little detail. Although he too had come to love this girl, she realized what great power she possessed, when she had first came to his house. The mere touch of her, told him that she was none other than the sacred power Aèrindil. He felt her power and presence at all times, her anger rose her power level, her happiness made it stable. When he had first seen her, covered in orc blood, and the body of Haldir, when Arwen had told him what she had seen. Did she understand the key was beginning to manifest itself in her, it would be only a matter of time, before it was Aèrindil not Dawn, who controlled this human body.
Dawn had also met Bilbo, he was old, and leaned on a staff, and told her stories on his great adventure, and would talk of Frodo. Even thought more than once she had told him, that she knew of Frodo. Bilbo would often laugh and speak of her being delusional, and then one day he gave her a sword, well to him it was a sword, but to her it was nothing more than a dagger. She took it though, and always made sure to visit him at least twice a day. Haldir had been wounded, and he sat in a bed for the first day, and then she saw him limping around, she would often walk with him in the morning, amazed that underneath all the rude way of Haldir, there was an easy going elf. He always told her there would be hope and friends, and he was to put it simply very optimistic. She was one day racing with Arwen back to her room, to claim the green dress, did the Areha began to glow, it was like a flash, but she saw them, Aragon, Legolas, and Gimli, hold up where was Boromir? They were running and they were talking, Merry and Pippin they were gone. Her mind racing, she tried to reach further into herself and grasp the details as quick scenes played before her eyes. She stopped as Arwen ran past her, this had been the second time this had happened, as Dawn put her hand to her chest to catch her breath, Boromir, Sam, Frodo, Merry and Pippin. Elrond had once told her that she should act upon her instincts, and she knew already the decision that had to be made. She ran down the steps to Ethapa, with Arwen close behind her.
"Dawn, dear sister, what are you doing?"
"SADDLE this damn thing!"
Dawn retorted in an irritated voice, Arwen did as she was bid and watched as Dawn came flying down the stairs in the suit she had found her in only 3 days ago. Many weapons were in her hands. She threw her bags over the horse tying the axe onto it, Arwen suddenly understood, she meant to leave. She could tell by the determined look on her face, that nothing she could say would sway her decision. Arwen saddled the horse, as Dawn continued to tie up her blankets, and some other weapons. Arwen returned carrying a bow and some arrows she threw the cloak over Dawn, and the bow and case of arrows. She gave her two pairs of extra clothes, like the ones she wore now and a white dress hidden in them. She then tied a satchel full of Elvish food, and water, in flask that read her name. Arwen said nothing, only squeezed Dawn's hand, and said in a hopeful voice,
"May your horse be swift, and your journey a good one."
Arwen smiled at her, and then lifted to her a black veil, and Dawn took out her hand to accept it, and put it on. With that Dawn reared her horse and galloped away.
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Dawn knew exactly where to head, she would head south through the mountains going through Fangorn to the northern border of Rohan. Where she had heard them say in her vision that was they intended to go. She rode quickly through the mountains and she came across a band or 10 or so orcs, midway through the mountains. They laughingly said
"Its only a girl, attack her!"
She had laughed at them looking at there supplies, she could tell they had been in a recent battle, and they were leaving the mountains to regroup. She looked to see a familiar sword, and then looked at them
"I've come to right your wrongs, do not disobey the one who commands"
She was easily able to shoot them down with her arrows, although some escape she did not bother to go after them. Why had she said that? Well she had always seen the movies where the hero had their corny sayings including Buffy and she had always told herself if she were ever to be a hero she would make up a great one, but that just sort of rolled out of her mouth. Oh well, at least it was something. She then stopped remembering the advice Legolas, saying, "do not waste your arrows, if you can collect them, for one does not know when you will get more." So she plucked them out of their bodies, noticing a white hand-like symbol on each of their helmets. Disgusting as it was, she couldn't be wasteful. She slept for two hours, giving her horse just enough time to rest, and she barely ate. She was constantly worrying that she wouldn't reach them in time. On the fourth day, she was near the northern border of Rohan. It was then did she encounter some trouble. Yet another tribe Uruk-Hai orcs, as she had come to know, that these things unfortunately they had breeds. They crept up on her during the night, intent on killing her horse, for some meat. Not realizing she was lying not far away. Ethapa, put up a good chase and fight, but no matter how much Dawn shot arrows, Ethapa fell, and was killed. Dawn had loved that horse, it pissed her off when it she watched it die. Well lets just say the orcs, well none of them lived too long. She did a ceremonial burning for Ethapa and then silently unloaded the unnecessary luggage and continued to her way. She ran but with all the weapons and the few supplies she had kept, her body began to feel the weight of her gear. She running slowed to a jog, and then to a walk. She didn't stop at all that day, there were no breaks, her flask had barely any water. She breathed deeply, she was in Rohan, she knew this now. But where to look for Aragorn, and the others? No doubt, they would be a little mad, she had left Rivendell, but hey she had to make sure those goofs were all okay. Those visions they couldn't be true.
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Aragorn and his comrades had ran, and tracked the orcs for days, they were coming to a hill. When he spotted a black spot. He called to Legolas,
"What do your elf eyes see?"
"They are heading northwest to Isengard!"
Gimli came up behind repeatedly saying,
"Just keep breathing….yes that's the key, breath, whoa!"
Gimli had found that falling down hills, had saved him some running time, but still he didn't want to be the dwarf known for falling down hills. Legolas and the others hid behind rocks, as they heard galloping approach. They approached and they had some what ridden past them when Aragon called in a loud, commanding voice
"What news from the Mark, Riders of Rohan?"
They all halted without words, and then began to form a circle, and there spears pointed towards their faces.
"What business brings a dwarf, an elf, and a man have in Rohan, speak quickly!"
Gimli thus spoke,
"Give me your name, horse-master, and I will give you mine." Aragorn rolled his eyes
I would cut off your head, Master Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground."
Within a split second, a fury unleashed in Legolas, he withdrew his bow
"He stands not alone. You would die broke your stroke fell."
Aragorn pushed Legolas arms down and then looked at the man that stood before them. A rather tense moment, but Aragorn did not want to fight these men unless need be.
"I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, from the Woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan and of Théoden, your King."
"Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe." He removes his helmet. "not even his own kin." The spears are withdrawn, "Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over this land. My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there they say, as an old man, hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets." he arched his eyebrows at them suspiciously, " Including the masked rider. We now have her captive, she is known as the masked rider of Sauron"
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Okay I was greatly sadden by the amount of the reviews I received, I am seriously considering discontinuing the story, if I have only 6 regular readers. I cannot really give a plausible excuse for not updating sooner, I was busy to busy. I have just become a supervisor at my work, and were in for massive changes. I hope I get more than 3 reviews for this chapter, for those of you who did review, and my loyal readers, thank-you, I promise the second book will be more interesting than the last.