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
There is very little you could say or do before it had started. Few ever knew what triggered it. One second Legolas and Aragorn were waiting for Gimli to catch up the next moment arrows were flying. As always Legolas and Aragorn, seemed to have expected it. Legolas seemed to start the return fire. But Aragorn swiftly stopped him. The arrows did not seem to be aimed at them. The "bowmen" seemed to be cloaked humans. Gimli was already racing toward the foray when suddenly the noise started. A roar was heard. Their eyes focused on the forest rocks to the west of them the rocks of Ered Luin. They could here the clawing of some unknown monster creeping up on them. Those who had been shooting suddenly stopped. The attacking men turned to the south towards the noise. Legolas listened intently. "Aragorn we must go," he spoke over wind that had picked up. The humans bolted to their motley group, with their arms in the air as if asking for a hold in the battle. With his bow taunt, Legolas looked toward Strider. The dwarf seemed slightly irked. He had been looking forward to a little blood bath. The elf and dwarf watched Aragorn expectantly. Aragorn laughed slightly and they allowed the "men" to come closer.
The group of men actually turned out to be less men then not. Though there exact figures were hidden there seemed to be an air of youth about the group. "Not so brave now that they hear their foe.," Gimli muttered under his breath. "Maybe they are a part of your people," Legolas uttered with a smirk. Gimli scowled as the elf broke into a true smile. Gimli retorted, "I seem to see those who are quite tall enough to be of your kind, Master Elf." Legolas just shook his head as he returned to studying the oncoming racket. Aragorn was quite used to their friendly banter. Belethruv watched the group that was running towards them. He raised his long sword at the encroaching people. With a "gentle", swing he brought the hilt down on the nearest foe. Legolas' eyes grew slightly wider. Aragorn was slightly taken aback, but he quickly told Belethruv to stop his attack. Legolas continued to listen to the increasing volume of the encroaching monster. . Belethruv asked, "Why do we wait for them to attack? There is no reason to desist." Aragorn replied, "They have asked for safety, which we can give." "But they could attack us first, King," Belethruv retorted. "I know that, I can see this myself. Do you think I ignored the presence of arrows? They are barely grown. We shall give them a chance to explain," Aragorn responded.
The rest of the troop finally reached them. There would be no time for explanations, for the monster was upon them. All raised their weapons as the crunching footsteps approached. With a rustle a large warg appeared from within the rocky surrounding. It bolted towards them. Gimli grumbled "All of this for a lone warg?" Within a moment the warg had fallen, by a single shot of the elf, Legolas. Aragorn turned towards the still frightened group with a slightly noticeable look of confusion on his face. "So all of you were frightened by the one warg...or was there a pack," Aragorn questioned. Legolas declared, "Dartho (el. wait) Aragorn." Aragorn spun around to find nothing else within the rocks. Gimli chided, "So even here the rocks get to you?" Ignoring the words of their traveling companion, Aragorn and Legolas continued to watch the rocky cliffs and mountains of Ered Luin. Nothing appeared within or without of the ghostly rocks. Legolas seemed to shudder for a second then looked down to the ground. Aragorn glanced quizzically at him, but let it pass.
The troop slowly formed a loose square. Belethruv raised an eyebrow at the absurdity of the whole spectacle. Aragorn allowed the to right themselves and muster whatever courage they had left. Two figures approached Aragorn with their hoods still over their whole countenance. No features could be seen on any of them, since each wore a cloth across the lower part of their visage. Slowly they slightly bowed and glanced at each other. Before they could begin a few of the fallen troop started to moan. Belethruv sighed as he began to understand this was not going to be his day. One of those left in the assembly broke rank glanced at Aragorn and then ran over to some of the fallen. Legolas uttered "Anglenn-huin (el. They arrive)." With that footsteps are heard to the north and south. Once again Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli raised their weapons. Belethruv muttered under his breath, "Will you ever decide what you want to do, dear king?" Legolas glowered at the foolish edan (el. human). He had been the only one to hear Belethruv, but he did not plan to forget it. A voice growled, "Dortho-edans" in a rough form of elvish. Gimli smirked at Legolas' look of dismay. *Only the elf could be so hurt, by the terrible pronunciation of each word*, Gimli thought. Legolas muttered some outlandish concept before returning his thoughts to the matter at hand. Belethruv seemed to be ready to take out whoever would appear. The young ones' "leaders" quickly drew themselves in front of Aragorn and the rest. Two older figures appeared. They rode surefooted horses. Aragorn looked straight at them without any malice. The figures seemed slightly unnerved. The girl soon said, "Wait sirs. They are here because they assisted us. There is no problem with their appearance in this land."
One of the two figures nodded slightly then absentmindedly checked the area for any other "enemies". The other seemed disgusted by his flighty friend. With a sigh of annoyance, he approached them. Aragorn explained, "What pray tell, are you doing here Edan, Naugrim, and ellon (el. human, dwarf, and elf)?" "We wish to find a poultice of sorts. Tales have been heard far as Gondor, of a mixture that can heal all of the disease that now spreads through all of our lands. It is said to have originated from far to the west." The figure seemed disgusted but before he could dismiss them so easily a child from earlier approached. Quietly she said, "They are some dearly wounded, and need to return...At least some can be saved." Finally his flighty friend took over and told the group (all of the group) to assemble ranks, and assist the wounded. They would be returning home. Aragorn agreed to assist them in caring for those hurt, and to travel with them. Belethruv seemed sickened by the idea of joining them. He just wanted to continue looking for the goal of their travels. They started west. Gimli "covered" the rear as the two riding figures seemed to herd the group on. It made Legolas uneasy. Time slowly passed. Days drew up across the horizon and soon set to the west. Slowy they continued and within a few passages of time, he could hear the waves. The crashing of the waves came one after another, betraying the water beyond. Legolas started to smile at the soothing sound, yet turned to Aragorn to mention it. Aragorn was helping some of the "fighters" who were actually only about 8 to 16 in years. They continued on slowly.
By nightfall they reached the shore. Aragorn questioned the logicality of heading toward the shore when there was very little out in the ocean but the two islands, Himling and Tolfolas. The group seemed to know what it was doing, and Aragorn strangely felt his group's presence was needed. He really did not feel to calm about being with the others even though they were quite young, they had a nack for dodging. At least that's what they called it. That had been they excuse for the lack of mortality in some of those who had been hit by the supposed beast. Truthfully it actually made a little sense. They seemed like they had been trained to dodge before they ever knew how to fight. It was an odd way to learn how to fight, but it seemed to work partially. There was also a sense of a secret that they refused to divulge.
The Isle: A Meeting
There is very little you could say or do before it had started. Few ever knew what triggered it. One second Legolas and Aragorn were waiting for Gimli to catch up the next moment arrows were flying. As always Legolas and Aragorn, seemed to have expected it. Legolas seemed to start the return fire. But Aragorn swiftly stopped him. The arrows did not seem to be aimed at them. The "bowmen" seemed to be cloaked humans. Gimli was already racing toward the foray when suddenly the noise started. A roar was heard. Their eyes focused on the forest rocks to the west of them the rocks of Ered Luin. They could here the clawing of some unknown monster creeping up on them. Those who had been shooting suddenly stopped. The attacking men turned to the south towards the noise. Legolas listened intently. "Aragorn we must go," he spoke over wind that had picked up. The humans bolted to their motley group, with their arms in the air as if asking for a hold in the battle. With his bow taunt, Legolas looked toward Strider. The dwarf seemed slightly irked. He had been looking forward to a little blood bath. The elf and dwarf watched Aragorn expectantly. Aragorn laughed slightly and they allowed the "men" to come closer.
The group of men actually turned out to be less men then not. Though there exact figures were hidden there seemed to be an air of youth about the group. "Not so brave now that they hear their foe.," Gimli muttered under his breath. "Maybe they are a part of your people," Legolas uttered with a smirk. Gimli scowled as the elf broke into a true smile. Gimli retorted, "I seem to see those who are quite tall enough to be of your kind, Master Elf." Legolas just shook his head as he returned to studying the oncoming racket. Aragorn was quite used to their friendly banter. Belethruv watched the group that was running towards them. He raised his long sword at the encroaching people. With a "gentle", swing he brought the hilt down on the nearest foe. Legolas' eyes grew slightly wider. Aragorn was slightly taken aback, but he quickly told Belethruv to stop his attack. Legolas continued to listen to the increasing volume of the encroaching monster. . Belethruv asked, "Why do we wait for them to attack? There is no reason to desist." Aragorn replied, "They have asked for safety, which we can give." "But they could attack us first, King," Belethruv retorted. "I know that, I can see this myself. Do you think I ignored the presence of arrows? They are barely grown. We shall give them a chance to explain," Aragorn responded.
The rest of the troop finally reached them. There would be no time for explanations, for the monster was upon them. All raised their weapons as the crunching footsteps approached. With a rustle a large warg appeared from within the rocky surrounding. It bolted towards them. Gimli grumbled "All of this for a lone warg?" Within a moment the warg had fallen, by a single shot of the elf, Legolas. Aragorn turned towards the still frightened group with a slightly noticeable look of confusion on his face. "So all of you were frightened by the one warg...or was there a pack," Aragorn questioned. Legolas declared, "Dartho (el. wait) Aragorn." Aragorn spun around to find nothing else within the rocks. Gimli chided, "So even here the rocks get to you?" Ignoring the words of their traveling companion, Aragorn and Legolas continued to watch the rocky cliffs and mountains of Ered Luin. Nothing appeared within or without of the ghostly rocks. Legolas seemed to shudder for a second then looked down to the ground. Aragorn glanced quizzically at him, but let it pass.
The troop slowly formed a loose square. Belethruv raised an eyebrow at the absurdity of the whole spectacle. Aragorn allowed the to right themselves and muster whatever courage they had left. Two figures approached Aragorn with their hoods still over their whole countenance. No features could be seen on any of them, since each wore a cloth across the lower part of their visage. Slowly they slightly bowed and glanced at each other. Before they could begin a few of the fallen troop started to moan. Belethruv sighed as he began to understand this was not going to be his day. One of those left in the assembly broke rank glanced at Aragorn and then ran over to some of the fallen. Legolas uttered "Anglenn-huin (el. They arrive)." With that footsteps are heard to the north and south. Once again Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli raised their weapons. Belethruv muttered under his breath, "Will you ever decide what you want to do, dear king?" Legolas glowered at the foolish edan (el. human). He had been the only one to hear Belethruv, but he did not plan to forget it. A voice growled, "Dortho-edans" in a rough form of elvish. Gimli smirked at Legolas' look of dismay. *Only the elf could be so hurt, by the terrible pronunciation of each word*, Gimli thought. Legolas muttered some outlandish concept before returning his thoughts to the matter at hand. Belethruv seemed to be ready to take out whoever would appear. The young ones' "leaders" quickly drew themselves in front of Aragorn and the rest. Two older figures appeared. They rode surefooted horses. Aragorn looked straight at them without any malice. The figures seemed slightly unnerved. The girl soon said, "Wait sirs. They are here because they assisted us. There is no problem with their appearance in this land."
One of the two figures nodded slightly then absentmindedly checked the area for any other "enemies". The other seemed disgusted by his flighty friend. With a sigh of annoyance, he approached them. Aragorn explained, "What pray tell, are you doing here Edan, Naugrim, and ellon (el. human, dwarf, and elf)?" "We wish to find a poultice of sorts. Tales have been heard far as Gondor, of a mixture that can heal all of the disease that now spreads through all of our lands. It is said to have originated from far to the west." The figure seemed disgusted but before he could dismiss them so easily a child from earlier approached. Quietly she said, "They are some dearly wounded, and need to return...At least some can be saved." Finally his flighty friend took over and told the group (all of the group) to assemble ranks, and assist the wounded. They would be returning home. Aragorn agreed to assist them in caring for those hurt, and to travel with them. Belethruv seemed sickened by the idea of joining them. He just wanted to continue looking for the goal of their travels. They started west. Gimli "covered" the rear as the two riding figures seemed to herd the group on. It made Legolas uneasy. Time slowly passed. Days drew up across the horizon and soon set to the west. Slowy they continued and within a few passages of time, he could hear the waves. The crashing of the waves came one after another, betraying the water beyond. Legolas started to smile at the soothing sound, yet turned to Aragorn to mention it. Aragorn was helping some of the "fighters" who were actually only about 8 to 16 in years. They continued on slowly.
By nightfall they reached the shore. Aragorn questioned the logicality of heading toward the shore when there was very little out in the ocean but the two islands, Himling and Tolfolas. The group seemed to know what it was doing, and Aragorn strangely felt his group's presence was needed. He really did not feel to calm about being with the others even though they were quite young, they had a nack for dodging. At least that's what they called it. That had been they excuse for the lack of mortality in some of those who had been hit by the supposed beast. Truthfully it actually made a little sense. They seemed like they had been trained to dodge before they ever knew how to fight. It was an odd way to learn how to fight, but it seemed to work partially. There was also a sense of a secret that they refused to divulge.