Chapter 14
ElvenPrincess2005
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Saber Apricot: Okay, I get your point, I had a lot of spelling errors, which I fixed after reading this review and uploaded the corrected chapter. Thanks a bunch for pointing that out to me. As far as the Mirror goes, that is an touchy subject. Yes, in the movie, it showed Frodo a possible future, but when you read this chapter, maybe you'll catch a few things. Pay attention to the chain reaction thing in the beginning to middle of the chapter. "Pitching a bitch"? To be honest, I've never heard of that phrase before, so that's a new one to me. But what she did is a little something called venting. Aradol just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Katie doesn't blame God for the bad stuff in her life, but it's what I call "being dealt a bad hand". It may seem like she's blaming God/Valar for the bad stuff, but again its venting. And yes, God doesn't let bad things happen, man does it themselves, but I'm one of those few people who believes a little in fate/destiny. The Valar didn't send her away. Galadriel with the help of Gandalf sent her away. Elves don't sleep. I know. It's more of a habbit for Katie. I love Japanese. I find it much easier to learn then any other language.
Yes, I realize that Boromir is liek forty-something. This is an example of love knows no bounds. I thought it would make an interesting flip. As far as the Evanescense music thing goes, I can't really comment. I know many people don't like their music, but I'm one that does. I don't listen to MTV. Never have and never will. I just heard their songs on the radio one day, and I liked it. To me it's an interesting mix. No, orcs have never entered Lorien, but do I really have to remind you that they are at the BOARDERS. The boarders are what they (the Elves) are protecting so the orcs don't get into Lorien.
I know Elves don't sleep. Look in the first paragraph for my answer. I'm well aware the after the One Ring is destoryed that Nenya will lose all of its power, meaning bye-bye Lothlorien.
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Author's Note: I have over 200 hundred reviews on this story and I thank each and everyone of you who have reviewed. And all through, I have never recieved one flame. Up until this chapter. The following is the exact review of my #1 flamer:
Chibi Chingo
No.
Just... No.
Messing with Tolkien is...just... sacreligious!
You can't save Boromir because if he lives then Faramir won't hear in time to be bitter enough to hold the hobbits so they won't meet up with Gollum when they're supposed to and Denethor won't be nearly mad with sorrow and won't practically order Faramir to commit suicide by going to retake Osgilliath. There are -reasons- Boromir has to die when he does how he does.
Here is my response to his flame:
Chibi Chingo: Oh my misguided, confused, poor flamer. You've obviously forgotten that this is a site dedicated to honest, hardworking authors, who enjoy writing. Some enjoy screwing with works of art. This is a site where we can do so consequence free. And you are sitting there, wherever you are, telling me that I'm wrong to do so? I could make Aragorn marry Éowyn and leave Arwen to die of heartache if I wanted to. That, my flamer, is my choice and my option. Because of this site I can do that. Maybe there are "reasons", as you put it, for Boromir's death, maybe not, who knows. Sure Denethor sent Faramir on a suicide mission, but who is to say that I haven't already covered those bases? There is a reason, my dear flamer, for everything I do, regardless if you can figure it out yourself. I can save Boromir, and I did, because that is my choice and option. If however you do not like my FANfiction (emphasis on the FAN) then stop reading; no one is making you. Oh and another thing: If you're going to use those big fancy words, learn to spell them correctly. It's SACRILEGIOUS not SACRELIGIOUS, as you put in your review. You may know what is means, but it doesn't do you any good if you can't spell them correctly on an English term paper.
As you can see, I was quite distrubed by this flame. It didn't hurt me, but it was a major shock. I mean everything was going so well, then I have to get this wonder(sarcasm) flame. I was reasonably pissed off by this, as you could see by my response, but like any good author, I took it in stride. At least he or she had the guts to actually leave a name. Now onto the story.
We had been going from sunup to sundown. Only stopping to rest and to eat some lembas in the middle of the day. We had paused momentarily for Aragorn to see if he could hear the sound of the stomping Uruks. "Their pace has quickened" He muttered and stood up. "They must have caught out scent. Hurry!" and took off again.
Boromir had kept up his pace with Aragorn. "Come on, Gimli" Legolas called. "You as well Katherine"
I rolled my eyes at him. I sucked in a deep breath and started off into a light jog. Poor Gimli thought. He was huffing and puffing with each step that he took. "Three days' and nights' pursuit. No food. No rest. And no sign of our quarry but what bare rock can tell"
"Oh Gimli, don't be to melodramatic. We just stopped an hour ago to eat lembas," I said.
"You call that food, you she-elf? We Dwarves have a naturally big appetite. We can't survive of those crackers. It amazes me that you and the other three can as well," Gimli said.
We took off running, again. It was a bit difficult to run across the rocks and plains, seeing as how the land was so uneven, but at least I didn't fall and break an ankle. Aragorn kept the lead, followed by Boromir and Legolas. Gimli and I brought up the rear and I noticed at some points Legolas looked back to make sure that we didn't fall behind. It wasn't long after that we stopped, thank god for I could have used the breather. Strider picked up an Elven brooch from the cold ground. "Not idly do the leaves of Lórien fall" Aragorn said.
"Could the little ones still be alive?" Boromir asked.
"They may yet" Legolas responded.
"Less than a day ahead of us. Come!" Aragorn shouted and took off running.
I had been behind a bit, but poor Gimli was probably miles away. I heard noise behind me and I turned. He stumbled behind some rocks and rolled to the ground. Legolas told the Dwarf to hurry. Gimli response, "I'm wasted on cross-country! We dwarves are natural sprinters! Very dangerous over short distances!"
"Ah, but this is not short distance, is it now?" I asked.
"Keep your young mouth shut, she-elf" Gimli said, agitated.
We stopped a short time later on a hill. "Rohan. Home of the horse-lords. There is something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures, sets its will against us" Strider said.
"It's Saruman," I said.
"Saruman's hold doesn't reach over Rohan" Boromir snapped.
"How wrong you are, Boromir!" I shouted at my companion. "His hold had reached well beyond the boarder of this country. Come we must go northeast" I ordered.
"That way will lead us to Isengard" Legolas said.
I nodded and took off. We kept going, getting closer and closer to the Uruk-hai and Orcs. "Keep breathing! That's the key! Breathe! Ho!" Gimli panted.
"We have to keep breathing otherwise we'd be dead" I said.
"They've run as if the very whips of their master were behind them," Legolas muttered.
"Apparently they have a very tight schedule to keep," I told him.
We ran all through the night. Dawn finally came. The sky is a bright pink, almost red with a little bit of orange and yellow mixed in. Legolas paused and looked around. "A red sun rises. Blood had been spilled this night"
"You're superstitious," I said, but knowing in my own mind that it was true.
"I am not being irrational, Katherine. I'm speaking about experiences that I've seen and noted" The elf said.
It was far later when I heard horses running across the pain. We hid behind some large boulders. A very large group of horsemen appeared, running quickly with their banners flying high into the sky. Aragorn came out of hiding. I groaned and pulled the hood of my cloak over my head. I followed my four companions.
"Rider of Rohan, what news from the Mark?" Aragorn asked, shouting to get their attention.
The riders made a quick U-turn and came back to us. They circled us, pointing their spears at our chests, or in Gimli's case, head. "What business does an Elf, two men, a Dwarf and a cloaked figure have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" A man said. I guessed him to be Éomer.
"Give me your name, Horsemaster, and I shall give you mine" Gimli's mouth opened before he could think.
Éomer handed his staff to a nearby rider and jumped off his horse. "I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground" Éomer said, threateningly.
Legolas took out an arrow and pointed it at the soon-to-be-king of Rohan, with reflexes that I've never seen before. "You would die before your stroke fell!" The elf said, making a point to protect his friend.
The riders got a bit closer to us, and I felt very claustrophobic at that point. I moved in front of Legolas, giving him a look that told him to back down. He lowered his bow. "It seems as though you're cloaked friend has brains"
I clenched my fists to stop myself from turning around and punching him square in the jaw. What did he think? That I had no brains? "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Glóin, Boromir, son of Denethor, the Steward of Gondor, and Legolas of the Woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan and of Théoden, your king" Aragorn said, trying to keep what little peace we had.
"And your cloaked friend?" Éomer asked.
I sighed and removed my hood. I heard some gasps. "My name is Palanwen, daughter of Haldir, of Lothlórien," I said.
He seemed to ignore me for the time being. "Théoden no longer recognizes friend from foe" And took off his helmet. "Not even his own kin"
The spears were taken away and I breathed a little easier. "Saruman has poisoned the mind of the king and claimed lordship over these lands. 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" The young man said, almost like he was saying that we were spies.
"We are not spies. We track a party of Uruk-hai westward across the plain. They've taken two of our friend captive" Estel said.
"The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night" Éomer said, like he was proud.
"But there were two hobbits. Did you see two hobbits with them?" Gimli asked.
"They would be small, only children" Boromir said.
Éomer responded with, "We left none alone. We piles the carcasses and burned them," He pointed to a smoking pile in the distance. I could see the black smoke rise from the heap of dead bodies.
"Dead?" Gimli asked, hoping to believe that it wasn't true.
The horse lord nodded. "I am sorry"
Éomer turned and let out a high pitched whistle. "Hasufel! Arod! Gendol!" Three horses moved up to us. "May these horses bear your to better fortune than their former masters. Farewell"
He paced his helmet back on his head and got back on his horse. "Look for your friends. But do not trust to hope, it has forsaken these lands" Éomer continued to us, then to his riders, "We ride north!"
We watched the riders go off. We got on the horses and rode to the burning pile. As we came up to the pile, my stomach clenched. The site was sickening and I could hardly take it. I felt bile rise up in my throat but I forced it down. I covered my mouth and nose with the sleeve of my arm, hoping that it would get rid of some of the smell.
Legolas said a prayer to the two "dead" hobbits. Aragorn wasn't too pleased. He kicked a helmet and yelled while falling to his knees. "We failed them," Gimli said.
I turned from the site. I hated not telling them. I hated not being able to tell them, but what could I do? Aragorn muttered something and stood up. He noticed the tracks. His voice got louder. I clearly heard, "The tracks lead away from the battle…into Fangorn Forest"
The forest was dark and scary looking. Like something out of an old horror movie. "Fangorn. What madness drove them in there?" Gimli asked.
"Perhaps it was to get away from the battle so they wouldn't be killed as well" Boromir offered.
Something like that. I thought. We walked through the old forest, looking for anything that would lead us to our friends. The dwarf fingered a dark stain on a leaf and tasted it. I wrinkled my nose and almost gagged. "Ptui! Orc Blood" he muttered.
"These are strange tracks," Aragorn said, pointing to the ground.
"It's hard to breathe" Boromir stated.
"The air is so close in here" Gimli agreed.
"This forest is old. Very old. Fill of memory…and anger" Legolas said.
Always the nature man. The guy was so intoned with nature, it almost frightened me. It was rather unnerving to say the least.
I heard groans and moans coming from deep within the forest and Gimli raised his axe. The moaning got louder. "The trees are speaking to each other," Legolas stated, as if he understood them.
Aragorn whispered to the high-deprived creature and gestured. "Lower your axe"
The dwarf lowered his weapon and whispered, "Oh" almost stupidly.
"Aragorn, nad nâ ennas!" Legolas said. (Aragorn, something is out there)
"Man cenich?" Aragorn asked.(What do you see?)
"The White Wizard approaches" Legolas answered.
Boromir stiffened and I rolled my eyes. Idiots. Okay, I knew what was going to happen, but I couldn't help my reaction.
"Do not let him speak. He will put a spell on us" Aragorn ordered.
Estel's hand went around the hilt of his sword, the same with Boromir. Gimli tightened his hold on one of his axes, and Legolas notched an arrow in his bow. "We must be quick" Strider said.
The all four attacked, but their attacks were blocked. There was a bright white light coming from the figure. I shielded my eyes for a moment.
"You are tracking the footsteps of two young hobbits," The wizard said.
"Where are they" Aragorn demanded.
"They passed his way the day before yesterday. They met someone they did not expect. Does that comfort you?" The wizard asked.
I sat down on a rock, making myself comfortable for the small show. "Who are you? Show yourself" Aragorn asked, without answering the wizard's question.
The light FINALLY dimmed, revealing Gandalf, dress in white robes. "It cannot be. You fell" Estel said.
"How is this possible?" Boromir asked.
"Through fire and water. From the lowest dungeon to the highest peak, I fought with the Balrog of Morgoth. Until at last, I threw down my enemy and smote his ruin upon the mountainside. Darkness took me. And I strayed out of thought and time. Stars wheeled overhead and everyday 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" Gandalf explained, in a roundabout sort of way.
Aragorn was astounded. "Gandalf!" He was thrilled.
"Gandalf? Yes... That's what they used to call me. Gandalf the Grey. That was my name," The wizard said, smiling. "I am Gandalf the White. And I come back to you now at the turn of the tide" The wizard turned to me, his face grim. "You changed the future, Katherine," he said.
I shrugged and leaned against a tree. "I did what I had to do to. I wasn't going to let Boromir die. It would have been on my conscious for the rest of my life, which, mind you, is a long time. It would have destroyed me, and you know it" I said.
"You should not have interfered with what you know nothing about!" the White Wizard bellowed.
"Chastise me later would ya? I'm in no mood to hear shouting from anyone, let alone you. Galadriel told me that I had to make a decision. I think she knew within the recesses of her mind the decision I would make," I defended myself.
"Whether that is true or not, you have change many things. Things that will make everything you know different" Gandalf foreboding voice seemed to echo through the forest.
I shrugged, again. "Then I'll deal with the consequences later. I don't fear what is to come," I said.
"You should be. Like Galadriel, I know what you saw in her mirror. I know what plagues your mind, Katherine. You should be deathly afraid of it" the wizard said.
"You also seem to forget that I know everything Gandalf. I know what is to come. I know the outcome of this war. I know what will happen to Frodo, to Sam, to everyone involved" I said.
"You apparently didn't think about the consequences of what would happen if you in fact did save Boromir. His death may have been the reason this war ends like you know it does. By saving him, you may have started a chain reaction that might lead to the destruction of Middle Earth as we know it" the old coot said.
"There was a reason why my mom never argued with my dad. Because he was too old and too stubborn to think about anything else then what was in his mind. It was impossible to change the way he thought. Men are impossible. And I'm talking about the gender in general, not the race" I said.
"You do realize, lass, that you are indeed surrounded by males," Gimli said.
"Oh yes, I know, but I did what's called venting. Besides, no matter what, men are stubborn" I said.
Gandalf walked to the front, motioning us to follow him. We followed his through the forest. Apparently he didn't want to talk about my 'wrong' decision. "One stage of your journey is over, another begins. War has come to Rohan. We must ride to Edoras with all speed" Gandalf said.
We finally stepped outside of the forest. The wizard loudly whistled. It seemed to echo in my ears and through my head. A pure white horse came galloping up to us, over the plains. "That is one of the Mearas, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell" Legolas said, astounded.
The hours, calm and peaceful came and stopped in front of the White Wizard. "Shadowfax. He's the lord of all horses and he's been my friend through many dangers," The wizard explained.
We took off on our horses and rode for Edoras. It was indeed a long ride. I think I fell asleep at one point or another. We stopped on top of a hill. Edoras was in front of us, the Golden Hall standing on the very top of a large hill. It looked almost peaceful and it was, on the surface. Underneath was another story. "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" Gandalf informed. "Be careful what you say. Do not look for welcome here"
I noticed as we were riding up to the Golden Hall that a flag had floated down to the ground. The town was silent and cold. The villagers stopped what they were doing and stared at us. I felt a little paranoid. "You'll find more cheer in a graveyard" Gimli said.
"Indeed" Boromir said.
We climbed the stairs to the hall. We were met by guards. Gandalf muttered something. "I cannot allow you before Théoden-King so armed, Gandalf Grayhame. By orders of Grima Wormtongue" The guard said with disgust on ins voice as he said the name.
Gandalf nodded as if he understood. Aragorn handed over his sword and knives. Boromir handed over his sword. Legolas, the show off, twirled his knives before handing them over to the guards. Gimli handed over his axe, albeit reluctantly. The guards looked at me. "Do I have to?" I asked.
"Yes" Aragorn said.
"Fine" I huffed.
I gave him my swords, but I kept the dagger hidden in my boots. Something that no one knew about. "Your staff" Háma said, gesturing towards Gandalf.
"Hmm?" the wizard glanced at his staff. "Oh. You would not part an old man from his walking stick?" he seemed so innocent.
I had to stop myself from laughing out loud.
Háma faltered for a moment but gestured us to follow him and the rest of the guards. Gandalf winked at Aragorn and followed them. I shook my head, amazed that the coot could pull it off. In the back of the hall were two people. An old man sat on the throne. Théoden obviously. The other one was young. He looked disgusting. He had greasy black hair and was very pale. His eyes were dark and there was a sneer on his face. "My lord, Gandalf the Grey is coming. He's a herald of woe" The young person said.
"The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of lat, Théoden King" Gandalf said.
Gandalf continued to walk up to Théoden while Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Boromir pulled back. I stood by the door. A small group of men started to follow their steps. They seemed to ignore me. "He's not welcome" Grima whispered to Théoden.
"Why should I…welcome you, Gandalf…Stormcrow?" the old king asked.
"A just questing, my liege" Grima said, walking to the wizard. "Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest"
"Be silent. Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm!" The wizard said, raising his staff.
"His staff!" Grima said, frightened. He backed away. "I told your to take the wizard's staff" The worm addressed the guards.
The guards attacked. I exited the building; I figured that they could take care of themselves. I grabbed my sword. As soon as the fighting broke out, I realized that Wormtongue was the reason that Helm's Deep crumbles. He tells Saruman. I took off running out of the Halls and down the stairs, grabbing a bow and a quiver of arrows before I headed out of the city. I ran for almost two miles; I had to get out of view and fast. I hid myself behind a rock and waited for the horse that carried Wormtongue. I heard the galloping horse and I strung an arrow. I shot the arrow, moments before the horse ran past. It was enough to spook the horse. He reared up, neighing. Wormtongue fell off and the horse ran off. He cursed under his breath. I walked up to him; I knew there was no way to escape. "I saw you in Edoras. You took off" He sneered.
"And for good reason. I cannot allow you to go to Isengard. I won't," I told him.
"What are you going to do? Kill me?" he asked.
I closed my eyes. "If your death means that even one person is saved, then yes," I said, without remorse.
I saw fear in his eyes and the emotion finally showed on his features. "Y…you wouldn't. You wouldn't kill in cold blood" He stumbled over his words.
I narrowed my jade eyes at him. "Wouldn't I? I don't fear killing you, for I know that you deserve nothing less" I condemned.
He gasped and stood up. I almost felt pity for him. Almost…but then I remembered Helms Deep exploding. He told Saruman, who in turn, made the bomb. No, there was no pity for this man. I withdrew my sword and walked toward him. "If it means anything, I'm sorry" I said, and in one fell swoop cut off his head.
I watched his head roll across the grassy plain. I wiped off the blood from my blade and retrieved the arrow I had shot. I walked back to Edoras. I handed the bow and quiver back to the soldier I had borrowed them from, thanking him in the process.
I walked up the staircase and entered the Hall. "Where did you run off to lass?" Gimli asked.
"I had to take care of some business that was rather important," I said. "So what are we doing?" I asked.
"I am taking my people to Helm's Deep" Théoden said.
I stiffened but I didn't say anything. We had to go to the fortress. "You haven't had anything to eat all day, Katherine" Boromir said.
"Haven't been hungry to eat anything. If you'll excuse me, I need some air," I said, walking out of the halls.
I never expected killing Wormtongue would affect me this much. When did I become a spineless coward? He deserved to die, his past actions told anyone that. I just had to protect the future. So then why did I feel so badly about it? I heave a sigh. "What bothers the young warrior today?"
I turned to see Théoden standing with his hands clasped behind his back. "More than you think" I told him.
"Such as? I would think that you would be the one with the least amount of things running through his mind," The King said.
I laughed, almost cynically. "Looks are deceiving. Truth be told, I'm probably the one with the most to think about" I said.
"And why is that?" He asked.
"Life in general isn't going to well. Things are coming, things that no one should go through. I'm trying to figure out how to get everyone through it alive" I said.
"And yet, it could possibly lead to your death?" he asked.
"If that's what is takes to protect my friends and family, then so be it. I do not fear death to protect the ones I love"
"But do you fear the lives that are to be left behind in your absence?" Théoden asked.
"If anything happens to me, I know I fought for what was right. My friends may not understand what I had to do, but it's for the greater good"
A soldier came up and whispered something in Théoden's ear. It was so quiet that not ever I heard it. Théoden nodded his head and the soldier left. "You killed Wormtongue," He said.
It wasn't a question. It was a flat out statement. I closed my eyes, breathing in. "Yes" I whispered. "But for a reason"
He smiled. "Whatever the reason no one is going to punish you for you. I should commend you"
"Commend me for what? Killing someone?" I asked, heatedly.
"He was not a innocent creature that your mind is making him out to be. He worked for Saruman, did his affairs without question. Because of him, we must run. He was not innocent. Do not blame his death on yourself," Théoden said.
"How can I not? I severed his head from the rest of his body. His blood stains the Rohan plain; his blood stains my blade, and my hands. I can't even look at my sword or my hands without remembering what his face looked like before I killed him" I said.
"And it will be like that for some time to come. It will not go away as quickly as you think it will. Someone so innocent should not have to kill. But then, it seems to be more and more common. Killing him was no sin. Nor should you make it out to be" Théoden reasoned. "Now come, you need to eat"
"I…I can't eat right now" I said.
"You must to keep up your strength"
I looked back to the grassy plain. I sighed. I turned back to the royal and started to follow him back into the Halls.
Author's Note: I know, I know. Almost two months. I do apologize for the long delay. But I had a technology report due, a major Chemistry test, Chemistry lab reports to write, major load of Japanese work, assignments upon assignment for my Mass Communications class. I know to a few of you it may seem like excuses, but it isn't. I've had much work to get finished with little time to do it in. With school getting out June 7th, I doubt that I'll be able to upload another chapter before then. I've got another technology project due, and I have to study for my Chemistry final test coming up in three weeks and some of the stuff. I've also got a Japanese fianl coming up in two weeks. So it's going to be crunch time for the next several weeks. I do have everything that I want in the next chapter mapped out, so there's a start. Like I said, I doubt that there will be another update before June 7th. I do apologize, but for me school comes first.Also, to point out, one of my reviewers suggested that I put the translation of Elvish with the actualy Elvish. I do plan on doing that. So any words that you see after the Elvish sentence is the translation of that.