Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine. Belethruv and a couple were
created by me, but not the others.
Other: * will encircle things that are thought by characters. In the
parantheses there will either be (el. ) or (t. ). (el. ) stands for the
true form of elvish that I found on www.hobbitslive.com. (t. ) is the
elvish on the Tel'Mithrim site at their elvish
is somewhat different.
The Isle: A Meeting
Soon they had set out to the west. Belethruv, accompanied by two other fighters from Rohan, seemed to enjoy the trip though he seemed to less enjoy his companions. As they traveled the weather appeared to get less and less hospitable. At times Belethruv's men would set out to "scout" the area, at other times Legolas would.. Halfway through the third day they decided to stop because of the weather. You could no longer see more than a bit in front of you, because of the downpour. No fire could be made that night. The men of Rohan grouped to one side of a tree trunks. The Fellowship members were grouped up a little farther away. The wind picked up great speed making any movement difficult. Aragorn and Gimli prepared to rest as Legolas took the first watch. The rain was pouring down constantly. Their small shelter could not hold protect them from the rain but sadly enough the trees could not keep back all the rain. Hoping to be able to see more from a different vantage point, Legolas deftly climbed the nearest tree. Once high above the group, he scanned the floor below him and the limbs around him. Nothing seemed amiss, they seemed quite alone. The minutes passed by as the ground got soggier and soggier. A slight sense of something, started to bug Legolas. With a couple of swings he landed softly on the muddy ground. He felt that the intruder was coming from farther northwest. Quietly he pulled out his bow, and Aragorn was awakened. Gimli and the others were awakened a little after. Soon Legolas heard the soft footsteps of a man. How could this one man cause such a stirring? Legolas did not know but trusted that there was a reason. Quickly he checked his aim and his arrow. The man hailed them from his place afar, "Welcome travelers might I be some help.....Whew this walk sure takes a lot out of a poor soul." Stumbling he got closer. Legolas whispered, "Aragorn this is not right. Tira ten'rashwe. (el. Be careful)" Aragorn trusted his elven friend even though he was a bit confused. He halted the group with a single gesture, as the man approached.
One of Belethruv's group perplexed at their stop said, "Don't worry. He helped us last night." "He helped you? What happened last night," Belethruv questioned. Noticing a slightly confrontational tone in his captain's mouth, he bit his tongue for a second. He finally started his tale, "Umm... me and Talane were scouting the area. We ran into him and asked him to assist us by finding information that would help us in our journey. He agreed." Belethruv narrowed his eyes at the two "scouts" in question. The stranger swiftly approached them, as he started to laugh in the falling rain. Legolas. Hidden, Legolas pulled out his bow. His horse, Rimalith, started to softly paw the ground. He sensed Legolas' unease. The rain continued to course through the muddy paths of the land, as it flowed from the sky. "Aragorn," Legolas once again called softly. The man a couple of feet away, when Aragorn halted him. Questioning the seeminly dazed man, Aragorn tried to work out a solution. The man did not want to give to much information but for some reason seemed to hesitate in leaving their group. "Be gone man. We wish no assistance from you, you could be a vile contaminated thing," Belethruv muttered. The man seemed to find this hysterical. As the water poured from the heavens, as he started to cackle. He seemed to have driven himself to tears. "So even those who are sick are not worthy of care, young Rohan warrior? You really should keep better watch of your men, if your so afraid of such a little thing," he yelled as if to torture their ears. It now made sense. Aragorn understood what had occurred. The man had offered help so that he could have consolation of others in his pain. He wanted company in his illness. The question now was over what action to take. He noticed Legolas was keeping a steady eye on the man, as was Gimli. Belethruv seemed quite irked though. He had pulled out his lance and sword and seemed ready to thrust it not only into the body of the stranger but also into his two scouts.
Aragorn stopped him from both actions, but the man quietly disappeared within the commotion that ensued. Belethruv decided to trail the man for a few moment with the two scouts. Aragorn thought this was a bad idea, but Belethruv rode off before a word could be said. The rest of the group continued on. Quietly the horses trailed through the thick forest. Their footing seemed questionable at time but after the last stop no stop seemed preferable.
Meanwhile, Belethruv had found the man. He rode through the rain that seemed to try to cover the man's cowering figure. The man now seemed so afraid. Belethruv glowered at the guy, as his scouts finally caught up. Belethruv asked his men to dismount, they thought it was to calm the stranger. These thoughts were wrong. Before a word could be said Belethruv launched his lance into the poor man. The man stood their gapping as he saw the lance in his stomach. Time seemed to stop as the man slowly fell to the ground. The scouts gasped as they questioned his actions. Subdued, Belethruv leaned down from his horse and pulled the lance out of the wound. Its point was covered in warm blood. He looked at the blood and seemed to shrug to himself. Without another word, he flung the bloodied lance at one of the scouts. It hit him squarely in the chest. No sound was heard from the fallen man. The remaining scout shuddered as he looked at his fallen friend. He swiftly brought out his own weapon which also was a lance. Slowly, Belethruv once more retrieved the lance. A battle seemed assured, and it truly was. They faced each other one smirking while the other tried to watch out for his own step on the muddy ground. The man, Talane, was still confused about why all of this had occurred, but he could not waste anytime to figure it out. Belethruv launched his lance straight at Talane, but Talane was ready for him. He sidestepped while bringing his own lance up. With a swift move, he caught front of Belethruv's lance with his own. A giant sound cracked through the air, Belethruv's weapon spun at the point it had been hit, as blood arced out from its spinning point. With that it was rammed into a nearby tree. Belethruv was now lance-less, but Talane knew he was not harmless. Talane was not quite sure what to do. Belethruv was his friend, or so he would have said. Belethruv seemed to try to draw himself under control. Talane pleaded, "Belethruv, what are you doing? We are your men. There was no reason to slay him, or the stranger." Belethruv seemed to sigh and nod his head in confirmation. For a moment, Talane hoped that Belethruv had come to his senses after a momentarily lapse of insanity. He was wrong. Belethruv walked up to him as if to "talk" and Talane was not thinking straight. His trust still lay in the approaching captain. A few feet away Belethruv unsheathed his sword. So death it would be, Talane was pondering. They met with a clash of sword on lance. The metal lance withstood the sword's force. Talane nimbly ducked to the side, and kicked Belethruv in the leg. Belethruv stumbled but as he fell he ingeniously swung his sword. It cut through layers of skin on Talane's left hand. Blood started to seep from the opened wound. Belethruv smirked at Talane who cradled his hand. Belethruv once again approached. Talane grabbed the lance he had dropped just in time to stop Belethruv's deadly blow. The two weapons met with such a blow that the birds around them started to call out in panic. As the birds took wing, they heard the foot steps of a horse. Each hoof-beat seemed to resound as each hoof was released from the mud. Belethruv pushed him back with a great amount of force. Talane fell towards the muddy ground just as the figure could barely be seen through the falling torrential rain. It was glowing?
It was Legolas and his horse, Rimalith. The elf called to them from afar with slight confusion on his face. His feelings told him what had probably happened but he did not want to believe it. Slowly he rode to them. Rimalith seemed to be wary to approach them. Legolas lightly stroked the horse's grey mane and neck trying to calm her down. Belethruv called out "Legolas of Mirkwood, we are glad you have come here. Did Aragorn send you this way?" The elf seemed to start to say something but thought better of it so. He finally decided on a suitable answer, he said, "I was to call you back to our group, and offer any assistance that might be needed." Belethruv turned slowly to Talane who was seemed to be trying to draw a ragged breath. Legolas thought he knew what was going on but could not be sure of what part each person had in it. Lightly he held one of his elvish daggers by Rimalith's side. Rimalith pawed the ground snorting slightly as if begging Legolas to let them leave. He once again reassured her as he motioned for the other two to follow him back. As the elf left Talane ran to his mount. He did not wish to be left behind with the insane captain. Belethruv followed a little farther behind.
Hours later they met up with Aragorn, Gimli, and the rest of Belethruv's men. Aragorn questioned what had happened with a glance. Belethruv explained that the stranger had attacked them. They had tried to stop the man, but one was killed by the stranger. Aragorn nodded slightly as if accepting the atrocious tale. The group rode on, with a sense of weight on all their shoulders. It seemed like there was going to be some new horror in their future, but they had not even faced the present one.
They slowly made their way through the land. The rain had finally let up, but the farther northwest they went the less inhabitants they could find. There seemed to be even less creatures around. Belethruv and Talane never spoke of what had happened, and Legolas was not able to see all that had occurred because of his timing and the rain. The group continued to travel to the forests, plains and such. They made it pass Isen, Greyflood, and soon came to Bree. They wished to rest at the Prancing Pony for the night. Belethruv and his men rejoiced down stairs while, the rest were upstairs in their accommodations. Aragorn stated, "I do not trust Belethruv but he truly is the only one who knows the whereabouts of the cure." Gimli said, "Aye lad. Not even Talane or the others know." "I think Talane knows something", Legolas said over the yelling from downstairs. "What kind of thing," Aragorn questioned. Legolas just shook his head in confusion. He was not sure what the man knew, he just knew the man held a secret. The one they were talking about was just down the hall asleep on a bed. He was oblivious to the world. His hand was scared from Belethruv's sword, but had not become infected. The thing was...he had bigger problems. On his forearm a long wound had formed. Barely an eighth of an inch thick it wound traced from down his forearm. This wound pained him but not as much as the pain he got from knowing what it had resulted from.
Belethruv, Talane, and the rest had grown up in Rohan. They loved their land and its people. Not long ago though problems had started appearing. True they had been warned earlier about this illness which was spreading straight east and then seemed to branch off east and west, but they had not thought it would really reach them. Soon the reports came pouring in. Those who lived outside of their initial settlement were the first to catch it. It seemed to have a small time in which it could be spread, barely two days. The villagers started to panic. The first signs was an abnormal coughing but soon it advanced to a wound that seemed to appear on the forearm, past that it became more gruesome. These thoughts had often brought poor Talane great dread. He knew he was sick...he knew Belethruv knew it too. Belethruv killed his friend when he had just suspected illness, but now he actually had it. The one thing Talane was happy about was how their scouting mission had occurred. They had returned just after the period of spreading had ended. None of the group would get it from him. Shuddering he continued to dream terrifying nightmares.
The next day the continued on. Northwest their trail took them till they reached the start of the Ered Luin mountains. They would travel north along the mountains till they could reach a suitable pass. Near the giant bases of these mountains, there were no inhabitants. The land seemed to be a constant dark silence. The only noises came from their horses and a few mutterings of the group. A new storm had found them. The winds were cold and the visibility was low. Each of the men pulled their cloaks a bit closer to them as they passed through the surrounding area. Miles from their destination noises soon were heard. Loud paw-beats seemed to echo through the air. The earth trembled at times. The members of the old fellowship were reminded of the Balrog and cave troll, but it was not quite right. This was something new. With each person armed they continued on. "It comes," Legolas called from the front of the group. A took a number of seconds before anyone could see what was going on. If they were not quick it would be to late.
The Isle: A Meeting
Soon they had set out to the west. Belethruv, accompanied by two other fighters from Rohan, seemed to enjoy the trip though he seemed to less enjoy his companions. As they traveled the weather appeared to get less and less hospitable. At times Belethruv's men would set out to "scout" the area, at other times Legolas would.. Halfway through the third day they decided to stop because of the weather. You could no longer see more than a bit in front of you, because of the downpour. No fire could be made that night. The men of Rohan grouped to one side of a tree trunks. The Fellowship members were grouped up a little farther away. The wind picked up great speed making any movement difficult. Aragorn and Gimli prepared to rest as Legolas took the first watch. The rain was pouring down constantly. Their small shelter could not hold protect them from the rain but sadly enough the trees could not keep back all the rain. Hoping to be able to see more from a different vantage point, Legolas deftly climbed the nearest tree. Once high above the group, he scanned the floor below him and the limbs around him. Nothing seemed amiss, they seemed quite alone. The minutes passed by as the ground got soggier and soggier. A slight sense of something, started to bug Legolas. With a couple of swings he landed softly on the muddy ground. He felt that the intruder was coming from farther northwest. Quietly he pulled out his bow, and Aragorn was awakened. Gimli and the others were awakened a little after. Soon Legolas heard the soft footsteps of a man. How could this one man cause such a stirring? Legolas did not know but trusted that there was a reason. Quickly he checked his aim and his arrow. The man hailed them from his place afar, "Welcome travelers might I be some help.....Whew this walk sure takes a lot out of a poor soul." Stumbling he got closer. Legolas whispered, "Aragorn this is not right. Tira ten'rashwe. (el. Be careful)" Aragorn trusted his elven friend even though he was a bit confused. He halted the group with a single gesture, as the man approached.
One of Belethruv's group perplexed at their stop said, "Don't worry. He helped us last night." "He helped you? What happened last night," Belethruv questioned. Noticing a slightly confrontational tone in his captain's mouth, he bit his tongue for a second. He finally started his tale, "Umm... me and Talane were scouting the area. We ran into him and asked him to assist us by finding information that would help us in our journey. He agreed." Belethruv narrowed his eyes at the two "scouts" in question. The stranger swiftly approached them, as he started to laugh in the falling rain. Legolas. Hidden, Legolas pulled out his bow. His horse, Rimalith, started to softly paw the ground. He sensed Legolas' unease. The rain continued to course through the muddy paths of the land, as it flowed from the sky. "Aragorn," Legolas once again called softly. The man a couple of feet away, when Aragorn halted him. Questioning the seeminly dazed man, Aragorn tried to work out a solution. The man did not want to give to much information but for some reason seemed to hesitate in leaving their group. "Be gone man. We wish no assistance from you, you could be a vile contaminated thing," Belethruv muttered. The man seemed to find this hysterical. As the water poured from the heavens, as he started to cackle. He seemed to have driven himself to tears. "So even those who are sick are not worthy of care, young Rohan warrior? You really should keep better watch of your men, if your so afraid of such a little thing," he yelled as if to torture their ears. It now made sense. Aragorn understood what had occurred. The man had offered help so that he could have consolation of others in his pain. He wanted company in his illness. The question now was over what action to take. He noticed Legolas was keeping a steady eye on the man, as was Gimli. Belethruv seemed quite irked though. He had pulled out his lance and sword and seemed ready to thrust it not only into the body of the stranger but also into his two scouts.
Aragorn stopped him from both actions, but the man quietly disappeared within the commotion that ensued. Belethruv decided to trail the man for a few moment with the two scouts. Aragorn thought this was a bad idea, but Belethruv rode off before a word could be said. The rest of the group continued on. Quietly the horses trailed through the thick forest. Their footing seemed questionable at time but after the last stop no stop seemed preferable.
Meanwhile, Belethruv had found the man. He rode through the rain that seemed to try to cover the man's cowering figure. The man now seemed so afraid. Belethruv glowered at the guy, as his scouts finally caught up. Belethruv asked his men to dismount, they thought it was to calm the stranger. These thoughts were wrong. Before a word could be said Belethruv launched his lance into the poor man. The man stood their gapping as he saw the lance in his stomach. Time seemed to stop as the man slowly fell to the ground. The scouts gasped as they questioned his actions. Subdued, Belethruv leaned down from his horse and pulled the lance out of the wound. Its point was covered in warm blood. He looked at the blood and seemed to shrug to himself. Without another word, he flung the bloodied lance at one of the scouts. It hit him squarely in the chest. No sound was heard from the fallen man. The remaining scout shuddered as he looked at his fallen friend. He swiftly brought out his own weapon which also was a lance. Slowly, Belethruv once more retrieved the lance. A battle seemed assured, and it truly was. They faced each other one smirking while the other tried to watch out for his own step on the muddy ground. The man, Talane, was still confused about why all of this had occurred, but he could not waste anytime to figure it out. Belethruv launched his lance straight at Talane, but Talane was ready for him. He sidestepped while bringing his own lance up. With a swift move, he caught front of Belethruv's lance with his own. A giant sound cracked through the air, Belethruv's weapon spun at the point it had been hit, as blood arced out from its spinning point. With that it was rammed into a nearby tree. Belethruv was now lance-less, but Talane knew he was not harmless. Talane was not quite sure what to do. Belethruv was his friend, or so he would have said. Belethruv seemed to try to draw himself under control. Talane pleaded, "Belethruv, what are you doing? We are your men. There was no reason to slay him, or the stranger." Belethruv seemed to sigh and nod his head in confirmation. For a moment, Talane hoped that Belethruv had come to his senses after a momentarily lapse of insanity. He was wrong. Belethruv walked up to him as if to "talk" and Talane was not thinking straight. His trust still lay in the approaching captain. A few feet away Belethruv unsheathed his sword. So death it would be, Talane was pondering. They met with a clash of sword on lance. The metal lance withstood the sword's force. Talane nimbly ducked to the side, and kicked Belethruv in the leg. Belethruv stumbled but as he fell he ingeniously swung his sword. It cut through layers of skin on Talane's left hand. Blood started to seep from the opened wound. Belethruv smirked at Talane who cradled his hand. Belethruv once again approached. Talane grabbed the lance he had dropped just in time to stop Belethruv's deadly blow. The two weapons met with such a blow that the birds around them started to call out in panic. As the birds took wing, they heard the foot steps of a horse. Each hoof-beat seemed to resound as each hoof was released from the mud. Belethruv pushed him back with a great amount of force. Talane fell towards the muddy ground just as the figure could barely be seen through the falling torrential rain. It was glowing?
It was Legolas and his horse, Rimalith. The elf called to them from afar with slight confusion on his face. His feelings told him what had probably happened but he did not want to believe it. Slowly he rode to them. Rimalith seemed to be wary to approach them. Legolas lightly stroked the horse's grey mane and neck trying to calm her down. Belethruv called out "Legolas of Mirkwood, we are glad you have come here. Did Aragorn send you this way?" The elf seemed to start to say something but thought better of it so. He finally decided on a suitable answer, he said, "I was to call you back to our group, and offer any assistance that might be needed." Belethruv turned slowly to Talane who was seemed to be trying to draw a ragged breath. Legolas thought he knew what was going on but could not be sure of what part each person had in it. Lightly he held one of his elvish daggers by Rimalith's side. Rimalith pawed the ground snorting slightly as if begging Legolas to let them leave. He once again reassured her as he motioned for the other two to follow him back. As the elf left Talane ran to his mount. He did not wish to be left behind with the insane captain. Belethruv followed a little farther behind.
Hours later they met up with Aragorn, Gimli, and the rest of Belethruv's men. Aragorn questioned what had happened with a glance. Belethruv explained that the stranger had attacked them. They had tried to stop the man, but one was killed by the stranger. Aragorn nodded slightly as if accepting the atrocious tale. The group rode on, with a sense of weight on all their shoulders. It seemed like there was going to be some new horror in their future, but they had not even faced the present one.
They slowly made their way through the land. The rain had finally let up, but the farther northwest they went the less inhabitants they could find. There seemed to be even less creatures around. Belethruv and Talane never spoke of what had happened, and Legolas was not able to see all that had occurred because of his timing and the rain. The group continued to travel to the forests, plains and such. They made it pass Isen, Greyflood, and soon came to Bree. They wished to rest at the Prancing Pony for the night. Belethruv and his men rejoiced down stairs while, the rest were upstairs in their accommodations. Aragorn stated, "I do not trust Belethruv but he truly is the only one who knows the whereabouts of the cure." Gimli said, "Aye lad. Not even Talane or the others know." "I think Talane knows something", Legolas said over the yelling from downstairs. "What kind of thing," Aragorn questioned. Legolas just shook his head in confusion. He was not sure what the man knew, he just knew the man held a secret. The one they were talking about was just down the hall asleep on a bed. He was oblivious to the world. His hand was scared from Belethruv's sword, but had not become infected. The thing was...he had bigger problems. On his forearm a long wound had formed. Barely an eighth of an inch thick it wound traced from down his forearm. This wound pained him but not as much as the pain he got from knowing what it had resulted from.
Belethruv, Talane, and the rest had grown up in Rohan. They loved their land and its people. Not long ago though problems had started appearing. True they had been warned earlier about this illness which was spreading straight east and then seemed to branch off east and west, but they had not thought it would really reach them. Soon the reports came pouring in. Those who lived outside of their initial settlement were the first to catch it. It seemed to have a small time in which it could be spread, barely two days. The villagers started to panic. The first signs was an abnormal coughing but soon it advanced to a wound that seemed to appear on the forearm, past that it became more gruesome. These thoughts had often brought poor Talane great dread. He knew he was sick...he knew Belethruv knew it too. Belethruv killed his friend when he had just suspected illness, but now he actually had it. The one thing Talane was happy about was how their scouting mission had occurred. They had returned just after the period of spreading had ended. None of the group would get it from him. Shuddering he continued to dream terrifying nightmares.
The next day the continued on. Northwest their trail took them till they reached the start of the Ered Luin mountains. They would travel north along the mountains till they could reach a suitable pass. Near the giant bases of these mountains, there were no inhabitants. The land seemed to be a constant dark silence. The only noises came from their horses and a few mutterings of the group. A new storm had found them. The winds were cold and the visibility was low. Each of the men pulled their cloaks a bit closer to them as they passed through the surrounding area. Miles from their destination noises soon were heard. Loud paw-beats seemed to echo through the air. The earth trembled at times. The members of the old fellowship were reminded of the Balrog and cave troll, but it was not quite right. This was something new. With each person armed they continued on. "It comes," Legolas called from the front of the group. A took a number of seconds before anyone could see what was going on. If they were not quick it would be to late.