Fic: the next chapter ^.^
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And here goes one more part... with just some short notes:
1) This is non-betaed, since I'm not sure if I'll ever post it anywhere besides this LJ. So I'm sorry if you find any mistakes or misuse of vocabulary... I checked it carefully but, hey, it's just me and English is not my first language so mistakes are bound to happen ^.^;
2) I've taken most of my LOTR info from the books - that's why Estel describes Luke as "small" and "diminutive(!)". In the books Aragorn is described as a tall man - the tallest of the Fellowship...
Now, here we go!
Title: still couldn't think of one yet (suggestions?)
Author: Lia (yep, that's aaall my fault...)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Time period: shortly after ANH (Star Wars); some time during the year 2980 of the Third Age in Middle Earth - Aragorn is 49 and already knows about his heritage but hadn't committed to Arwen yet (LOTR)
Main characters: Luke, Han, Chewie, Aragorn, Legolas, Gandalf.
Summary: Now you will know how Luke was taken to Rivendell by Estel (Aragorn).
Warning: future slash!
“Mithrandir! Mithrandir! Mae govannen, Mithrandir!” the sing-song voices echoed from the trees and bushes as the man in gray made his way to Rivendell. He was walking quite fast and light for an elderly man, his big pointy hat bouncing - but never falling - on his head at each brisk step.
“Hanon le, my dear elves.” Mithrandir responded hurriedly. “Forgive me if I don’t stop and chat but my heart tells me I’m greatly needed at Lord Elrond’s house…”
“Indeed you are!” said a voice that, although beautiful and pleasant, couldn’t belong to an Elf.
“Ah, Estel! There your are…” Mithrandir stopped before a tall, dark man who appeared in middle of the road as by some kind of magic trick.
“Ada is waiting for us. I brought horses.” The man whistled and two brown steeds emerged from the bushes.
“That’s certainly better than walk. You are growing smart, my young friend.” Mithrandir raised a thick eyebrow and grinned. “Now, why don’t you tell me what happened while we ride to the house?”
CHAPTER ONE
In which Estel tells Mithrandir about orcs, a strange boy and the Shadow of the Enemy
Estel was telling his story while the steeds were swiftly taking them to the Last Homely House. As they were both experienced riders neither the Ranger nor the Wizzard had any difficulty to keep a conversation while galloping through the winding path.
About three weeks ago Halbarad and I found orc tracks not very far from the Bruinen. We worried, for those damned creatures had never been so close to Rivendell, and decided to follow them. It took us not more than half a day to find the pack - the stupid things never learn to hide their waste… they were seven, sleeping in a cove, waiting for nightfall to continue their journey.
You know how I hate them, Mithrandir, and Halbarad pities them as much as he would the Enemy himself… but still, we needed to find out why and how those orcs dared to wander so near Ada’s lands. We decided to wait and watch. That is, we waited and watched until they woke up and started to poke and kick something that we thought at first to be an animal because it was covered by warg fur. Well, it wasn’t an animal. It was a human being.
He was a very young boy with fair hair and eyes. He bravely tried to defend himself from the kicks but couldn’t do much because his hands and feet were tied. I felt my blood boiling as I saw the cowards laughing while torturing that child. Halbarad couldn’t stop me - I just stood up from where we were hiding and drew one arrow after the other!
At such short distance my aim is as good as an Elf’s and so is Halbarad’s. In a matter of minutes the hateful creatures were all dead.
As I approached to help the young captive I realized he’d probably been beaten many times before: his naked body was covered by ugly cuts and bruises. He looked at us with confused and unfocused eyes, which made me suspect they had also drugged him.
“It is alright, young one. We wish to help you.” I tried to sound friendly as I drew my knife to free him from the binds. At first the boy was alarmed by the blade but didn’t react. When I cut the rope he sighed in relief and smiled. I was taken aback - he looked so trustful, almost childish.
Halbarad and I helped him stand up and my heart wrenched to see how slender he was. I’d thought him to be from Rohan because of his golden hair but now I could see better: the rohirrim were tall and broad even at a young age, and that boy was too small to be one of them. And to think those orcs had him probably for days… how had that diminutive being survived?
We took him to Ada so he could have his wounds treated. He is in our home now and recovering fast.
“Well, that was quite a story.” Mithrandir cocked his head like a curious bird and his hat almost fell but he managed to grab it and push it back to right position. “And have you found out where this boy is from?”
“No”, Estel frowned. “We cannot understand what he says. He speaks an unknown language, one that even my Ada had never heard in his long life.”
The old wizzard raised both eyebrows in surprise.
“A language unknown even to Lord Elrond…” he mumbled thoughtfully.
“That’s why we need you, Mithrandir. There is very little in this world that you have no knowledge of. Maybe you can speak this boy’s language. We have to communicate with him somehow. He may know where those orcs had come from and why they were so near Rivendell!”
And here goes one more part... with just some short notes:
1) This is non-betaed, since I'm not sure if I'll ever post it anywhere besides this LJ. So I'm sorry if you find any mistakes or misuse of vocabulary... I checked it carefully but, hey, it's just me and English is not my first language so mistakes are bound to happen ^.^;
2) I've taken most of my LOTR info from the books - that's why Estel describes Luke as "small" and "diminutive(!)". In the books Aragorn is described as a tall man - the tallest of the Fellowship...
Now, here we go!
Title: still couldn't think of one yet (suggestions?)
Author: Lia (yep, that's aaall my fault...)
Rating: PG-13 for now
Time period: shortly after ANH (Star Wars); some time during the year 2980 of the Third Age in Middle Earth - Aragorn is 49 and already knows about his heritage but hadn't committed to Arwen yet (LOTR)
Main characters: Luke, Han, Chewie, Aragorn, Legolas, Gandalf.
Summary: Now you will know how Luke was taken to Rivendell by Estel (Aragorn).
Warning: future slash!
“Mithrandir! Mithrandir! Mae govannen, Mithrandir!” the sing-song voices echoed from the trees and bushes as the man in gray made his way to Rivendell. He was walking quite fast and light for an elderly man, his big pointy hat bouncing - but never falling - on his head at each brisk step.
“Hanon le, my dear elves.” Mithrandir responded hurriedly. “Forgive me if I don’t stop and chat but my heart tells me I’m greatly needed at Lord Elrond’s house…”
“Indeed you are!” said a voice that, although beautiful and pleasant, couldn’t belong to an Elf.
“Ah, Estel! There your are…” Mithrandir stopped before a tall, dark man who appeared in middle of the road as by some kind of magic trick.
“Ada is waiting for us. I brought horses.” The man whistled and two brown steeds emerged from the bushes.
“That’s certainly better than walk. You are growing smart, my young friend.” Mithrandir raised a thick eyebrow and grinned. “Now, why don’t you tell me what happened while we ride to the house?”
CHAPTER ONE
In which Estel tells Mithrandir about orcs, a strange boy and the Shadow of the Enemy
Estel was telling his story while the steeds were swiftly taking them to the Last Homely House. As they were both experienced riders neither the Ranger nor the Wizzard had any difficulty to keep a conversation while galloping through the winding path.
About three weeks ago Halbarad and I found orc tracks not very far from the Bruinen. We worried, for those damned creatures had never been so close to Rivendell, and decided to follow them. It took us not more than half a day to find the pack - the stupid things never learn to hide their waste… they were seven, sleeping in a cove, waiting for nightfall to continue their journey.
You know how I hate them, Mithrandir, and Halbarad pities them as much as he would the Enemy himself… but still, we needed to find out why and how those orcs dared to wander so near Ada’s lands. We decided to wait and watch. That is, we waited and watched until they woke up and started to poke and kick something that we thought at first to be an animal because it was covered by warg fur. Well, it wasn’t an animal. It was a human being.
He was a very young boy with fair hair and eyes. He bravely tried to defend himself from the kicks but couldn’t do much because his hands and feet were tied. I felt my blood boiling as I saw the cowards laughing while torturing that child. Halbarad couldn’t stop me - I just stood up from where we were hiding and drew one arrow after the other!
At such short distance my aim is as good as an Elf’s and so is Halbarad’s. In a matter of minutes the hateful creatures were all dead.
As I approached to help the young captive I realized he’d probably been beaten many times before: his naked body was covered by ugly cuts and bruises. He looked at us with confused and unfocused eyes, which made me suspect they had also drugged him.
“It is alright, young one. We wish to help you.” I tried to sound friendly as I drew my knife to free him from the binds. At first the boy was alarmed by the blade but didn’t react. When I cut the rope he sighed in relief and smiled. I was taken aback - he looked so trustful, almost childish.
Halbarad and I helped him stand up and my heart wrenched to see how slender he was. I’d thought him to be from Rohan because of his golden hair but now I could see better: the rohirrim were tall and broad even at a young age, and that boy was too small to be one of them. And to think those orcs had him probably for days… how had that diminutive being survived?
We took him to Ada so he could have his wounds treated. He is in our home now and recovering fast.
“Well, that was quite a story.” Mithrandir cocked his head like a curious bird and his hat almost fell but he managed to grab it and push it back to right position. “And have you found out where this boy is from?”
“No”, Estel frowned. “We cannot understand what he says. He speaks an unknown language, one that even my Ada had never heard in his long life.”
The old wizzard raised both eyebrows in surprise.
“A language unknown even to Lord Elrond…” he mumbled thoughtfully.
“That’s why we need you, Mithrandir. There is very little in this world that you have no knowledge of. Maybe you can speak this boy’s language. We have to communicate with him somehow. He may know where those orcs had come from and why they were so near Rivendell!”