Okay sorry for not updating, but sweet jesus & potatoes the sixth Harry Potter book came out, and it has to be a must read, I already have some thoughts of what might be what, I don't want to spoil it for anyone, but another 2 years before the next and final book! Rowling so cruel, that fiend, but then again family is important. I hope you like, this chapter took a while to write, or proofread I should say. REVIEWS are loved better than marshmallows.
Chapter 13 the Shirtless Glory
It was then Legolas walked towards her. He had recognized her; it was her beauty that gave her away. He walked towards her; he went through things to say, obviously lady dawn are you well? Was not the best one to ask, he bent down and grabbed one of the numerous swords she had and handed it to her.
"Lady Dawn are you well?" He spat out, he had just said the one thing, he felt the anger ripple out of her.
Dawn looked at him. Trying to decide between a harsh glare or slapping him on that gorgeous head and telling him what'd do you think? Was he some sort of fucking idiot? Didn't he see her? She was fucking tied to her damn horse, being accused of a bunch of bullshit. None of her so-called friends even recognized her. Suddenly the world she had left looked a lot better. Her eyes narrowed, she sheathed the sword he had given her, and she felt her body twitch with anger. She turned to face him. She looked right into they eyes of the most confused elf. She turned away from him, she couldn't yell at him now, he then bent down and picked up another weapon and handed it too her. He was giving her the flower that Sam given her in Lothórlien, when she touched she suddenly saw another vision
Pippin and Merry they were talking to a tree. The tree it moved and talked too! Okay maybe this was a bit on the crazy side she thought. He was claiming that they were orcs and he held them his tight slowly squeezing the air out of their tiny lungs. Then he threw them down on the floor and their he stood, cloaked in white. Elrond has told her about this guy, Saruman a traitor, a wizard, the white wizard. He worked for Sauron; he was going to kill them.
Her hand was still on the weapon. She thought quickly trees surrounded them, they were in Fangorn forest. She looked for westwards there it lay. She picked up her axe, bow, and then Ethaúþl. She swung her body on the horse. So far, her visions had been right; she did not have time to tell the others, she needed to get to them, at any costs. She felt herself shake, she closed her eyes. Then it was as if she became someone else, she spoke an ancient language, and galloped away. She pulled her veil, up and rode with her sword outstretched in her hand.
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Legolas, wanted nothing more than to take back what he said, she trembled with anger. He handed her the blue pressed flower, she took it from his hands. It was then her necklace glowed a light green and her eyes became black. Legolas watched as she looked towards the forest, towards the smoke that rose from there.
"lady Dawn?" she did not respond, she looked like she had when they had first saw her, she did not hear him.
"LADY DAWN?" he grabbed her and shook her, he did not know why he shook her but he tried to pull her out of this daze. She then pushed him away with one hand, and spoke words that no one understood.
"ARAGORN! SHE LEAVES!"
Aragorn who had not been looking at them, watched as she galloped away. He turned his horse and ran after her, but her horse was quick and swift, it ran faster than any beast known to man. Legolas mounted his horse, and rode past the bewildered Gimli, and took his arm and seated him on the horse. He galloped towards Aragorn but he had stopped one league away. He watched a figure grow small and then disappear into a thick forest.
He turned back to see his two friends come up towards him.
"She is lost; we must look for Merry and Pippin."
Legolas knew the only way to find her, is to go after her, with that theory in mind he rode in the same direction Dawn had.
Dawn felt the air tighten around her, she it was not her controlling her body, no she thought, she heard herself scream. It was then her energy or whatever had been controlling fell inside again. She gasped for breath, and looked at Silvermane, his eyes were dilated and full black, and they faded however back into the gray they once were. His eyes must have looked like hers, as if Willow's when she had turned all bad ass and everything, all veiny like, with black hair, and those eyes. She shook her head, from the thought and looked to see where she was. Well there were lots of trees, and more trees. Okay she was in the forest, why was she in the forest, wait hold on, where were Aragorn and the others? She moved and turned to look for them, they were nowhere in sight. Okay can we say creepy? She thought, okay why she was here, ooh wait a second, to find Merry and Pippin. Ha she knew she wouldn't just pop up here for no reason! She got down and held Silvermane's reins leading him through the forest, she needed to find, uh a walking talking tree, with two little midgets in his arms uh branches. Then find the guy in white. Yup well, this seemed a lot crazier and harder than she thought. Now thinking about it the forest was really big, and well she had no one else to help her cover ground. No, she needed to find her friends; she could not let them die. She walked for an hour until she heard something move. She looked uh okay, so maybe it was a squirrel or something. Then it moved again, no it was to big to be squirrel. It past through two trees, she saw white.
"Saruman…" she whispered, and then took out her sword.
She stood and centered herself to that any attack from any side, she could and hit with her knife, in less than two seconds. She waited, it moved again, but she did not move. She closed her eyes, and listened. He moved again to her right, he was now coming closer, on the count of three, one, two, thr, he appeared a white blinding flash came to her eyes, she felt her sword burn in her hands, and she felt energy and a very pissed off power arise, no she thought, no I don't need you, and forced it down. She grabbed her axe and threw it at him. He moved a stick looky thingy at it, it fell, then she shot an arrow, it too fell before him. He was taking big steps and closing on her, Silvermane bucked and moved closer to her. She was now able to grab her weapons easily. One by one, she aimed and threw them; each one failed, and fell before his feet. She then stood, and looked to the flash, the light, she was being taken over. It was like she, was pushed back behind a layer, no matter how much she fought, she could not get past it, she could not or hear what her other self did. Nothing she felt nothing. It was then she let out a scream, whatever this thing was, it could not control her no, she broke free of its power, and she fell to the ground. The white light faded and he walked towards her, she looked to see his cloak in white, she rose silently, she was going to die.
Her eyes became level with his face; it was that man, the man who she had tried to save, and the man who had fallen, into the darkness. His eyes were kind and gentle. He looked at her, his eyes lightened at her appearance.
"Power without control, I see your fears…..lady Aèrindil."
Dawn as much as she wished she hadn't gasped,
"Its you, you, its you! I can't remember your name, well so for now you're going to be called you, who dress in white after Labor Day!" He looked at her strangely
"You fight hard lady Aèrindil, against your powers, never giving into them, you must go now, I fear more orcs or approaching us at the southern border, I must wait here, for your three other companions. Go now kill the beasts who seek to bring evil, upon this land."
He touched her with his staff, wand thing. She felt strength and warmth spread throughout her body, and now she wore a dark black cape, with a veil that showed only her eyes. She looked at this man, and did not ask questions, she left and headed south.
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Aragorn and the others rode towards where the smoke rose. They had stopped and turned back to pick up some of the numerous weapons Dawn had left behind. They galloped towards the curling smoke; they found just what Éomer had told them, a smoking pit of ashes and bodies of orcs. Gimli dug through the ashes, looking for signs of their friends, and found a belt, that was given to them in Lothórlien. Aragorn fell to the ground and screamed in anger. The fellowship had been indeed in vain. Legolas hand went on his shoulder. He looked at the ground, and then saw an imprint; he put his hands on it.
"A hobbit lay here……..and the other here." He put his hand against the same looking imprint, he then saw drag marks, "they crawled…there hands were bound." He ran towards something a found a tiny piece of rope. "There bounds were cut…..they ran over here." He saw the imprints of their feet, and the imprints of an orc, "they were followed." But he ran watching the tracks and then with anticipation said, "the tracks lead away from the battle." He stopped abruptly at the forest edge, "into Fangorn forest." They were alive yes, but Gimli spoke
"Fangorn, what madness drove them there?"
Aragorn turned and he did not care what the forest was, they were in there. He walked into the forest; they walked for two hours carefully following the orcs tracks and hobbit tracks. Gimli stopped at a bush and took a black liquid off the tree, and tasted it, he spitted it out,
"ORC blood!"
Aragorn halted there were another set of tracks, the soil was disrupted, and these tracks were long and big
"These are strange tracks."
He was gazing at them when Gimli pulled on his tunic, he complained of the air being too close in here. It was what Legolas said that caught his attention,
"This forest is old…very old……….full of memory……….and anger."
They heard silent groans and the movement of leaves and branches. Gimli took out his axe and began to turn in a circle, listening in fear at the sounds. Aragorn looked at him, the axe, the tree were thinking they had come to cut them down, in a commanding voice did he say,
"Gimli lower your axe!"
Gimli did and then put both hands up apologetically. They continued slowly, it was Legolas saw movement and whispered to Aragorn,
"Aragorn something is out there?" his eyes began to narrow as he looked for more signs of movement
Aragorn said quietly, "what do you see?"
Legolas looks left then straight ahead, "the white wizard approaches." he looks left again.
Gimli and the others walk slowly towards each other, as Aragorn slowly begins to whisper,
"Do not let him speak, he will put a spell on us."
Aragorn grips his sword; Legolas runs a hand through the feathers of his arrow. Aragorn says quietly,
"We must be quick."
They turned quickly then came a white light. Legolas let his arrow fly it the man blocked it, and then Gimli threw his axe it went into a tree, Aragorn raised his sword and it burned his hands. The man stood silently, the brilliant light surrounding him. He spoke
"You are tracking the footsteps of two young hobbits."
Aragorn knew then that Saruman had seen them and commandingly echoed Gandalf, puffing out his chest importantly,
"Where are they?"
"They passed this way; the day before yesterday….they met someone they did not expect. Does this comfort you?"
Aragorn was not comforted he then again asked
"Who are you?…..SHOW YOURSELF!"
The light faded, and there stood an old man, wrapped in white, his long white hair and beard combed, he held a white staff, he looked into the tired and wise eyes of Gandalf. Aragorn stood in shock,
"It cannot be…..you fell."
"Through fire and water, on the lowest dungeon on the highest peak, I fought him, the Balrog. Until at last I threw down my enemy, and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness then took me; I stayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and each day was as long as a life age of the earth. But it was not the end. I felt life in me again. I've been sent back until my task is done."
Aragorn stepped forward, he thought his eyes deceived him and said in a son like tone
"Gandalf?"
Gandalf turned his eyes twinkled in recognition "Gandalf? Yes. That's what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name"
Gimli said in cheerful voice,
"Gandalf!"
Gandalf then turned to them, smiling softly, with his eyes dancing in mirth
"I am Gandalf the White now. And I come back to you now at the turn of the tide." He made a movement to leave then looked south for a second, and hesitated, and then called for Shadowfax, the king of all horses. It was then Legolas spoke,
"Gandalf, did you see, a young girl pass through here? She would be cloaked in black, and riding a magnificent black beast and…"
"I did indeed see her, she is taking care of some business for me…..we will see her soon….very soon"
He paused and then looked at their puzzled faces and then closed his eyes briefly,
"Yes, I see her now; I have yet to thank her." He snorted and smiled, before his face became serious again, and his brow furrowed into concentration.
"We ride now to Edoras, and the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There dwells Théoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman's hold over King Théoden is now very strong."
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Dawn rode through the forest and came upon an orc party, they were cutting down trees. She galloped towards them and raised her axe. She jumped off horse and began to examine the now dead 20 orcs. She found one with many arrows and quickly gathered them. She continued to walk Silvermane closely following her. She smiled she never really had any pets growing up, but horses, damn those things were loyal to the end, better than puppies! She gathered all the weapons she could find and use, and took some of her own that were now useless and threw them on the ground. She then mounted her horse, and rode out towards the sunlight. The sun it was so beautiful, hmmm, two years in darkness, you could never catch her complaining about how hot it was. She walked idly. Till she stepped in some liquid, she looked down to see another dying man; she fell into the pond like size of blood, and took his hand in hers. He looked into her eyes, and gave her a last squeeze of his hand, and he shut his eyes, he was dead. She held him; she placed his weapon in his hand. Then she saw it, a thing it had blood all over it, she picked it up, it was a sword, it had a symbol of an eye. Uh okay, she thought, and it was a good sword, it had some language written on the handle, but she picked it up anyway, and put it on her belt. Then she heard it, the steps of horses. She looked at herself, covered in his blood, great she looked like a mass murder. She looked westwards, there came a small company, they were men, bearing the horse flag. Assholes she thought, well they couldn't take her now, she was innocent. But she had just done the same thing, that's it no more sympathy towards a dying man, she thought silently and turned to leave, wait she looked up again, these were not the same men. For one they were a lot less men, and where was the tall sweaty guy? She stood waiting for them; she could not force herself to move. They came upon her, a man jumped from his horse, and grabbed her, damn those rules about not killing your own kind!
"The masked rider!"
He threw her to the ground, and then in a matter of seconds, they were tying her. Once again, all her weapons were removed. Damn it! She thought silently, those two fucking daggers! The men went through the same dilemma, they eventually just threw her over Silvermane put a nuce around his neck, and then tied her to Silvermane, and yet again her shirt, showing must of her cleavage, was left open. They rode to Edoras. When they arrived, she was brought into the Golden Hall of Meduseld. There sat a man, or what use to be one, he was old, and hairy, pasty looking. He muttered stuff, pyscho she thought. Then appeared another man, she spoke without thinking
"Damn boy, when was the last time you washed your hair? Head and Shoulders boy!"
He looked at her, he had a really pale face, and really, I mean really greasy hair. His brown eyes jerked towards cold and sneeringly, his lips looked a tinge of blue and he wore a big puffy like black coat. He looked at her with great curiosity.
"Emas, why do you bring forth this girl?"
Oh he was so lucky she didn't have her hands free, he said girl like she was lower than dirt, or she would have bitch-slapped him so hard. Her eyes met his, he was evil, you could tell just by looking at him, ugly little mother. She thought, and then the guy who brought her in said
"She is a servant of Sauron, we found her at the edge of the forest, and she stood near one of our fallen men."
"Many orcs tribes talk of her; she is the masked rider, killing those who disobey her dark lord. She rides a black horse, and is always cloaked in black; they call her a daughter of the Nazguls. She carries a Nazgul blade, with the eye of Sauron. Her weapons are great and numerous, probably gathered from the victims she has killed."
She moved to speak, but that greasy guy spoke first.
"Silence her." He paused a cloth was pushed into her mouth, and tied around her head.
"You are a puny girl, what is Sauron thinking? Sending a lady to kill?"
He paused her eyes never left his, she showed no fear, he thought. But she was not a servant of Sauron or Saruman. She was in fact, pure innocent, you could see it in her face, in her eyes. But she was to his advantage, what better way to redeem himself in the eyes of the soliders and of the people, then to have, this girl, punished for her crimes. He paced back and forth
"What to do, what to do….awe yes, here is what we shall do, do you feel like telling us of your dark lords plans?"
He looked at her; she stared into his eyes with great hatred.
"I guess you mean to take your secrets to the grave, do not fear though, we will give you a chance to live, maybe some switches on the back, or whatever our henchman can think of, will make you speak."
He smiled cruelly at her; Dawn wanted nothing more than to spit in his face. He flicked his wrist,
"Take her to the dungeons, to the executioner; let him think of a fit punishment, for a traitor such as this."
The doors opened and she was led down the stairs into a dark staircase. She was thrown down the remaining stairs, and hit the floor. Her legs and hands were bound, and she tried to scream, but the cloth didn't let her do much. Someone then grabbed her arms, and threw her towards a wall; she hit it, well yet again, another black bruise. Her wrists were then fitted with metal like handcuffs; they faced her towards the wall, and cuffed her legs. He moved to take off her shit, hell no, throwing her against a wall is one thing, but taking off her shirt, I think not! He touched the ties in front of her shirt and stepped back,
"She is a woman, fetch Lady Éowyn."
Dawn let out a deep sigh, she turned her head, to see a young woman, she had blond hair, and she wore a green dress. Her eyes were sad; she looked at Dawn, and then quickly turned away.
"You called master executioner?"
"My lady, this traitor"
"And what is her crime?" Eowyn looked at him with a deadly glare,
"A rider of Sauron, the daughter of the Nazguls"
Silence
"She is too be punished, but she is a woman, I cannot undress her."
Éowyn, looked at her, then bent down and began to undo her top, Dawn's hope faded, when she had first seen this woman, she found great trust in her eyes, great good. Dawn watched as she untied, her eyes never met hers. She removed the cloth that had been tied around her head, and yet she left on the black veil. Éowyn did glance at her necklace, and then called for a blanket, she covered, her front side, and stepped back, she hesitated for a moment, as she Dawn look at her and then turn her head back to the wall. Éowyn realized it was a young girl, how could she possibly be in work for Sauron? The executioner raised his thick leather whip, and it her back, Éowyn jumped at the sign of it hitting her back, she did not scream though, she was one of the few who did not scream, her body stiffened, and her jaw locked, she did not turn head, but looked only at the wall. Éowyn could not take seeing that girl, the look on her face, the look she given her. She left quickly.
Every time the whip came down, she felt it, her back sliced open; the warm blood began to trickle down her back. Every 5 whips did he ask,
"Do you know wish to speak? Admit you are Sauron's servant." She said nothing, and the first time she turned her head to meet his and the looked into his eyes, he was not enjoying this either, but like the rest of these people in this city, they were all too scared to stand up towards that greasy guy. She felt another slash hit her back. Then there was a momentary stop, in which the executioner asked the question again, and then asked for another whip. She felt this one too ten seconds later, it was thicker than the last one, and it had spikes or something on it. She bit her tongue, she could not scream, she could not give in.