"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work in this world Frodo besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, in which case you also were meant to have it. And that is an encouraging thought."
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The Webs We Weave
Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien.
Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn' Ambar-metta...
Since the falling of the ring, Middle-Earth knew peace at last. Birds picked up their songs again, and the trees waved their arms in glee of freedom. Now once more the free people of Middle-Earth knew a peace, something that did not exists for many, many years. Though the world was not completely rid of all things bred out of darkness, the Dark Lord was defeated, and his lands fell to ruins.
Or so they thought. The tower of Barad-dûr had toppled over and crashed to the grounds, where it lays to this day. But in the barren wastelands that Sauron had poisoned for centuries, new life began to stir under the ash and dust of the evils. Slowly, it was washing away. But beyond th mountain barriers lurked evil, those still faithful to Sauron and hoping to revive him and continue their plot to take over all of Middle-Earth in silence. Silence.
“I have called you all here to this secret council as a request from your friend.” Aragorn said, standing and placing his hands behind his back. Blue-grey eyes glanced around him, stopping on each member of this small and hushed Council. All of those here were chosen for this task, for the king trust no one else than those who sat around him. His fac was serious and his tone regal, yet never demanding.
“As you know, the Dark Lord Sauron has been defeated, and his gate and tower collapsed in our efforts of a last stand. But it is not without its dangers, for I fear that still there lurks evil.” Those who sat among him were of elves, men, and a dwarf. Legolas, son of Thranduil and Lord of the Elves in Ithlien sat to the right of the king, and to Aragorn’s left was Anoron. Beside the Mirkwood elf were the twin sons of Elrond, Gimli, and a few of the rangers of the north.
“You are all free to come with me or stay, but our task is simple: to explore the lands of Mordor in hopes of new life where we can clean up Sauron’s trail of evil. Who here is willing to come?” Everyone seated agreed to go with him.
Legolas had come from Ithlien at the calling of his friend, Aragorn. Never would he abandon his friend, and knowing this, Legolas had wore his traveling garb and brought his weapons. Covering his simple traveling attire of Mirkwood was a riding poncho that closed in the back. But what he did not agree with was the fact that there was a woman here among them. Perhaps she was only here at the bidding of Aragorn to keep her out of trouble. He surly hoped that she would not be coming along this journey. His blue eyes narrowed a bit, but they quickly turned back to the King of Gondor and Anor.
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“I have called you all here to this secret council as a request from your friend.” Aragorn said, standing and placing his hands behind his back. Blue-grey eyes glanced around him, stopping on each member of this small and hushed Council. All of those here were chosen for this task, for the king trust no one else than those who sat around him. His fac was serious and his tone regal, yet never demanding.
“As you know, the Dark Lord Sauron has been defeated, and his gate and tower collapsed in our efforts of a last stand. But it is not without its dangers, for I fear that still there lurks evil.” Those who sat among him were of elves, men, and a dwarf. Legolas, son of Thranduil and Lord of the Elves in Ithlien sat to the right of the king, and to Aragorn’s left was Anoron. Beside the Mirkwood elf were the twin sons of Elrond, Gimli, and a few of the rangers of the north.
“You are all free to come with me or stay, but our task is simple: to explore the lands of Mordor in hopes of new life where we can clean up Sauron’s trail of evil. Who here is willing to come?” Everyone seated agreed to go with him. There was never a question, nor doubt in Anoron's mind that everyone asked would go. Some, if not all, owed Aragorn their life or at least a favor for all the things the man had done over his years upon this earth. Anoron had spoken to Aragorn before, and already, pledged her life to him in willing coordination with the quest at hand.
Yet Aragorn had a special task for Anoron --- the basic quest would indeed, be ridding the last of the evil from Middle Earth. But what Aragorn asked of Anoron, extended beyond the quest itself. When they finished, she was to remain at the chosen point of destination; somewhere around the Hills of Evendim -- she was to stay with the other rangers accompanying them. There, Aragorn wanted to establish another haven for men, more to their own kind; travellers who pass through, would be welcomed and given a place to stay, and a safe envirornment to sleep. Almost like a safehaven for travellers. Aragorn wanted a human bound settlement in these areas, since he believed there were still rangers who had not yet come forth since the destruction of Sauron.
Anoron drew her dark green hood up over her short waved hair, shielding parts of her face as she trudged along over to her black steed. Men, elves and drawves alike were scattering about the stables and courtyard, trying to ready themselves to depart. Anoron herself was packed and ready; secured onto her steed. Reaching the noble animal, Anoron stroked it's nose tenderly, placing a few kisses along the sturdy fur, and rubbing the horse's neck affectionately.
Already, she could hear the controversy of her presence in the company. The other rangers who knew her, and Aragorn, didn't have any doubt nor mind. But the elves and dwarves were a bit urked, and found it extremely inappropriate. For people who have such keen hearing, elves should learn to lower their voices when speaking out against someone, Anoron thought, hearing and noticing the mumbled protests and glares from others.
But she would go where Aragorn went, and she would do as he instructed. At the end of the quest, while the others moved back towards Gondor - she would stay at the new settlement with the other rangers, and begin to build.
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Legolas strapped on his quiver of arrows and placed the bow in it’s holder. Twin elven white knives were sheathed behind him and his quiver. Yet even with that, in his boots were hidden boot daggers. The elf did not travel unarmed or without access to a weapon. He did not want to take any chances, especially when traveling to Mordor. As he tucked the leather strap under and over the buckle, his eyes shot over to the female of the group, Anoron. A female was not worthy of this journey. There was no conflict of her being a ranger, for he felt that in this age of men that it was not a bad idea for women to know how to fight and survive should something happen. But ths quest was for men, not a female. It was too perilous.
His jaw was tight as he glared at her, looking her up and down; sizing her up. There were not that many people in this company of Aragorn. The twins of Elrond, two rangers of Aragorn’s choosing, Gimli, Legolas, and this she-ranger. Legolas did not know who she was, save for a trusted woman of Aragorn. Light steps carried him down the stone steps of the rebuilt city and down into the courtyard where they would gather. He neared Aragorn, who was packing and securing his gear upon his back as well. A hand was placed on his shoulder. The elf leaned in close to the ranger’s ear and whispered softly. “Why is she here with us? She brings peril to us and herself. A woman should be here to protect the front. She will not withstand what we will endure, and will slow us down.” Not even elven ears could hear the prince’s words.
Aragorn frowned, glancing over to Anoron and then back to Legolas. Facing the elf, he finished buckling his quiver on and the scabbard around his waist. “She stays, Legolas. You do not know what she is capable of. Do not question my judgement, for she has a purpose, and that purpose is hers alone.” He whispered in return.
The elf bowed his head to Aragorn. “Be iest le. I would not question you or doubt you. Forgive my concern.” And with that, Legolas bowed to Aragorn and walked away. The company, now ready, was departing. Aragorn lead the way, and the elven Prince of Mirkwood drifted back to be a rear guard. They left Osgiliath and began to head out toward the wasteland of Mordor. Yet all the while, Legolas glared at Anoron, shooting daggers at her. The elf strongly believed that she would be a hindrance. With a woman came emotions, and with silly emotions came trouble and a disturbance among concentration.
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The small company started out - leaving Osgiliath, with a few of the people standing alongside the road on which they trotted along; bowing their heads to their king as he passed, in silent prayer for a safe journey and return home. Anoron mostly kept her eyes ahead, except for the occasional glance at her comrads...none of whom seemed to return a stare as pleasently. Particularly, the elf, Lord Legolas of Ithilien. His eyes were cold and hard towards her, which immediately made Anoron avert her gaze.
This would not be a pleasurable journey.... she knew as much. As the group left the city gates, horns were sounded, for the departure of the king. And then, they were off - heading across the plains of Gondor; their intended goal towards the Druadan forest, and perhaps if they made good time with little delay, to the woodland grove at the boarders of Anorien. But Aragorn did not wish to sleep in open grounds, and he knew his companions would think the same.
As they travelled, Anoron said nothing; keeping to her place somewhat in the middle of the group. She heard the light speech of the elves as they spoke - nothing about her.... yet. She could speak elvish, though granted, she was sure none the these elves knew that. No one knew her, save Aragorn. She had stopped looking at anyone by the time they reached the Druadan forest. The sun was beginning to lower in the sky, yet Aragorn had voiced his appeal that they would still probably make it to the woodland boarder grove of Anorien.
Anoron, like many others, took this opportunity to dismount, stretch, and get more water for both themselves and their steeds. The twins of Elrond, Elrohir and Elladan, took this time to approach their elven companion as they stood near the stream. "So... what think you of our... female companion?" Elrohir scoffed a bit, speaking softly to Legolas.
"Rather misplaced of Aragorn, don't you think?" Elladan asked in distaste. "Bringing a woman along?.... He might as well have brought our dear sister Arwen, for at least, her keen eyes and ears would be yet another asset to the group. But this ranger female?...." He asked in disbelief.
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The twins of Elrond, Elrohir and Elladan, took this time to approach their elven companion as they stood near the stream. "So... what think you of our... female companion?" Elrohir scoffed a bit, speaking softly to Legolas.
"Rather misplaced of Aragorn, don't you think?" Elladan asked in distaste. "Bringing a woman along?.... He might as well have brought our dear sister Arwen, for at least, her keen eyes and ears would be yet another asset to the group. But this ranger female?...." He asked in disbelief.
Legolas dismounted from the white elven-horse and stretched his legs a bit. He stayed close to his steed, patting its strong neck and rubbing the withers of the stallion. Blue eyes shifted to the twin sons of Elrond as they approached. That was when Legolas kissed the jaw of his horse and let him off to graze and drink of the stream. The elf crossed his arms over his toned chest, glancing over to Anoron. During their journey, Legolas had perhaps the worse glare of them all. He was not happy that this female ranger was here among them. The woman would cause them all to be shot or a fight among the group. Worst of all, he could not ignore her actions, for they might prove to be critical, and he did not want her mistakes to cause Aragorn’s downfall.
“She is not of her own, here.” Legolas hissed, returning his gaze to Elladan and Elrohir. “It is good that she knows how to fight and keep her own, but with women comes complications. We might as well have brought Arwen to add to the turmoil. I have no doubt she’ll cause a stir. The ranger is out of her league here, and should stay with what she knows.” He sighed and shook his head. His opinion did not matter, for the female ranger was still here, and traveling with them. “The sad thing is that we cannot ignore her. Her actions will cost us all, and I will not see my friends fall because of her emotional mishappenings. I fear that she will be a distraction beyond her control...”
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Re: The Webs We Weave“She is not of her own, here.” Legolas hissed, returning his gaze to Elladan and Elrohir. “It is good that she knows how to fight and keep her own, but with women comes complications. We might as well have brought Arwen to add to the turmoil. I have no doubt she’ll cause a stir. The ranger is out of her league here, and should stay with what she knows.” He sighed and shook his head. His opinion did not matter, for the female ranger was still here, and traveling with them. “The sad thing is that we cannot ignore her. Her actions will cost us all, and I will not see my friends fall because of her emotional mishappenings. I fear that she will be a distraction beyond her control...”
The twins nodded. They knew Aragorn obviously had some kind of bond with the girl; almost fatherly. He would be concerned for her safety, and it may distract him from his own well being. "Legolas!..." Aragorn's voice called, as he approached the grouping of elves. "I would like you and Anoron to ride up, and scout ahead in the groves of Anorien." He said with a nod, before heading over to Anoron to tell her.
The twins smirked and hid their laughter. "My, my, have fun, Thranduilion.... no doubt the human will, expectantly... fall behind." They laughed.
Anoron glanced over as she readied her steed - noting the laughter from the elves, and deep glares coming her way. This would be interesting. Anoron mounted her steed, and awaited the Elf Legolas to do the same, before the two began to trot through the Druadan wood, until reaching the plains on the other side.
Without warning - Legolas whispered something to his steed, and broke into a full blown dash. Anoron immediately kicked the sides of her own steed, edging the horse on, and trying to keep up with the now speeding elf. Anoron growled; it was almost as if he were TRYING to leave her behind! But Anoron was determined to prove her worth. She rode fiercely, lagging a bit behind the elf, but at least, keeping him in sight.
They rode so hard and fast, that they reached the Anorien wood boarders in no time, Legolas finally slowing down on the edge, and dismounting to tie his steed up. Anoron joined him shortly after, swinging off her steed and glaring at him, while tying up her horse. "Was it necessary to travel so fast with no heed of warning to your human companion?..." She asked, a sharpness in her voice.
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Re: The Webs We Weave"Legolas!..." Aragorn's voice called, as he approached the grouping of elves. "I would like you and Anoron to ride up, and scout ahead in the groves of Anorien." He said with a nod, before heading over to Anoron to tell her.
The twins smirked and hid their laughter. "My, my, have fun, Thranduilion.... no doubt the human will, expectantly... fall behind." They laughed.
Legolas cursed under his breath. It would be his luck that he would have to travel with the female ranger, the one he loathed without knowing her. Legolas shot a glare at the two elves laughing, and shook his head. But then that gave him an idea. Fall behind. Anoron could fall behind, and that would cause him to scout ahead on his own. Hopefully he could loose her and return to the camp without her. If she was a ranger, she could pick up trails and go back to Gondor where she belonged. Approaching his horse, Legolas mounted swiftly and wheeled the horse around. When he approached Anoron, he said nothing to her, nor did he look at her. Why would he want to see the face of the ranger that should not be here? He didn’t.
Anoron mounted her steed, and awaited the Elf Legolas to do the same, before the two began to trot through the Druadan wood, until reaching the plains on the other side. Without warning - Legolas whispered something to his steed, and broke into a full blown dash. Anoron immediately kicked the sides of her own steed, edging the horse on, and trying to keep up with the now speeding elf. Anoron growled; it was almost as if he were TRYING to leave her behind! But Anoron was determined to prove her worth. She rode fiercely, lagging a bit behind the elf, but at least, keeping him in sight.
They rode so hard and fast, that they reached the Anorien wood boarders in no time, Legolas finally slowing down on the edge, and dismounting to tie his steed up. Anoron joined him shortly after, swinging off her steed and glaring at him, while tying up her horse. "Was it necessary to travel so fast with no heed of warning to your human companion?..." She asked, a sharpness in her voice.
Blue eyes shifted to her flatly, cold and hard as ice. “My human companion sits in the camp. To my human companion I would give heed. You, nay, you are not my companion, for such an endearment is not worthy for you.” Legolas bit back harshly. Straightening, Legolas turned on his heels and moved into the woods of Anorien. She could keep up or go home, and the elf wanted to make her go home. She was not welcomed, save for Aragorn and the other rangers who tolerated her. They were not as bold enough to show their discomfort of her being with them. Into the woods he moved with grace and silence. The prince had done enough sneaking around in Mirkwood; those were woods that one had to always be alert.
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Blue eyes shifted to her flatly, cold and hard as ice. “My human companion sits in the camp. To my human companion I would give heed. You, nay, you are not my companion, for such an endearment is not worthy for you.” Legolas bit back harshly. Straightening, Legolas turned on his heels and moved into the woods of Anorien.
Anoron paused briefly, masking the hurt and anger in her eyes. Well, at least she knew she wasn't being paranoid, and her suspicions were true. Most in the group hated her, save perhaps for Aragorn and the other two rangers. Gathering up her courage to follow through on what Aragorn asked them to do, Anoron followed Legolas as they began to scout the woods. Such an arrogant elf. She had once thought them tolerant of others, yet obviously, they were not.
She was here to help; she wasn't the enemy. If they would just give her a chance, they would see that. Yet suddenly, they stopped; Legolas hold up a hand to stop and silence her. Glancing back at her coldly, he pointed at her, and then to the ground, indicating he wanted her to stay put. Sighing, she didn't argue, as she watched him disappear. Just to be safe, Anoron unsheathed a small dagger, knowing that perhaps Legolas DID hear something; he had better hearing and sight after all.
And so, Anoron waited calmly and patiently, hearing nothing but the sound of the woods; birds and small bugs, with the glimmer of sunlight peeking through the trees. Sunlight which would soon be gone. After a while, Anoron squatted down, twirling her dagger between her hands as she waited and waited -- yet no sign of the elf. For a moment, she got worried, and began to think something had happened. It was then it struck her, what if something HAD happened? She would have to go back and alert the others. Concern overtook her, as Anoron left the spot and headed back to the edge of the wood towards the horses.
Yet upon arriving, she saw her own steed.... but not Legolas. Gasping, she examined the ground - trot marks of his steed, moving off, and away from the forest. He had ditched her!... Such anger grew within Anoron, she screamed furiously to herself, right then and there - the voice echoing on the wind briefly, but not for long. Glancing around desperately with green eyes, she mounted her horse. They would be loosing light soon. She would have to retrack the group -- and no doubt, go around in a circle, for they'd be going to Anorien wood shortly. But she didn't know which way they'd be going. She and Legolas rode here so fast, Anoron hadn't taken the time to intake her surroundings, she'd been so preoccupied with keeping up.
She cursed the elf, and knew he'd get an earful when she relocated the group. Though a capable warrior, Anoron didn't fancy being left alone in the dark night to fend for herself with no backup. Mounting, she sped off, hoping to pick up the trail before night.
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Anoron paused briefly, masking the hurt and anger in her eyes. Well, at least she knew she wasn't being paranoid, and her suspicions were true. Most in the group hated her, save perhaps for Aragorn and the other two rangers. Gathering up her courage to follow through on what Aragorn asked them to do, Anoron followed Legolas as they began to scout the woods. Such an arrogant elf. She had once thought them tolerant of others, yet obviously, they were not.
She was here to help; she wasn't the enemy. If they would just give her a chance, they would see that. Yet suddenly, they stopped; Legolas hold up a hand to stop and silence her. Glancing back at her coldly, he pointed at her, and then to the ground, indicating he wanted her to stay put. Sighing, she didn't argue, as she watched him disappear. Just to be safe, Anoron unsheathed a small dagger, knowing that perhaps Legolas DID hear something; he had better hearing and sight after all.
Legolas moved off into the depths of the woods. Now was his chance to leave the ranger alone and fend for herself. If she was so capable as a ranger, she needed to learn to be alone and take care of herself. Everyone among the group could hold their own alone, for they had done so before. To prove herself, Anoron would have to hold her own. If she managed to make it back to their group, then she was more capable than he thought, but it would be wiser for her to go back to Gondor, not worrying about returning to the camp. No one wanted her there save Aragorn, and he would not even confess her purpose in coming besides trying to play the hero.
Once he was far enough away from her, Legolas turned and went around wide back to the borders of the woods. There it was he found his horse, and untied it. In the woods, he could move like a deer, undetectable. Swiftly he mounted and headed back to the camp. The elf knew where he was going, but did Anoron notice the way back? He did not think so. With speed the elf galloped back to their camp where the others were. The horse moved as if he was flying over the lands. The scenery zoomed by in a blur. If this horse could outrun the nazgûl steeds, then it could leave her in the dust.
He reached the camp, and then dismounted. Aragorn frowned at seeing the elf, yet no Anoron. “Legolas...where is Anoron?” The king asked sternly, worried about the female.
Legolas sighed, and shook his head. “I told her to stay behind me and near me, but she wandered off on her own, determined to prove to me that she was just as good as me. Why she would let pride get in the way I do not know, but I lost her in the woods.” And it sounded believable. Araorn shook his head, distressed at losing Anoron. Aragorn believed him.
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He reached the camp, and then dismounted. Aragorn frowned at seeing the elf, yet no Anoron. “Legolas...where is Anoron?” The king asked sternly, worried about the female.
Legolas sighed, and shook his head. “I told her to stay behind me and near me, but she wandered off on her own, determined to prove to me that she was just as good as me. Why she would let pride get in the way I do not know, but I lost her in the woods.” And it sounded believable. Aragorn shook his head, distressed at losing Anoron. Aragorn believed him.
"Perhaps we should look for her," Aragorn said, gazing his eyes out to the plains before them -- the other members of the group were packing up, ready to head to the Anorien woods.
Elladan cleared his throat. "But my lord, surely if she is as capable as you claim, the girl should have no problem finding her way back," He suggested.
"Indeed," Elrohir said. "And if she does not return to us by nightfall.... I think perhaps, we can safely assume this quest was not for her, and she returned to Osgiliath." He said.
Aragorn shook his head a bit. "No... I would never assume such. Anoron will return, for she knows what she must do." He said, drawing his gaze from the lands ahead, and swinging onto his own steed. "We move out, and head to the Anorien wood boarders until nightfall. I just hope we come across her." He said, deep in his own thought. He waited until the elves and rangers were ready, and Gimli was hoisted up to sit on the back of Legolas' steed with the elven prince - before they all headed out.
"Fall behind, master elf?..." Gimli gruffed out. "Or was left?" He asked wearily, unsure what these cunning elves were up to. Gimli huffed. "You know that I don't like the lass bein' here anymore than you, but Aragorn seems to trust her." He said, shaking his head and clearing his throat. And so the small company travelled, now one short, heading to the Anorien woods.
Meanwhile, Anoron travelled quickly, though sure not to exhaust her horse. She finally managed to find her way back to the Duradan forest - and the spot where the group had last stopped. Swinging from her steed, she followed the tracks, and determined their direction. Hoisting herself back on, Anoron was again, on their trail. She may be a woman, but she was just as capable, if not MORE capable, than any man. Aragorn knew this, even if no one else did. She was an excellent tracker, scout and fighter.... yet her dislike for the elves was growing, no thanks to Lord Legolas. Just the thought of him was infuriating.
Night began to fall; the sun falling into it's own slumber, as the moon rose to give a eerie, blue white glow over the plains. Anoron began to pick up speed, cautious of being alone in the dark at such a time. Not plain fear, yet having no one to back her up. Surely, she would perish if set upon by a grouping of orcs, if by anything, number alone. Yet hope and relief filled her, as she saw the dark boarders of the Anorien wood - and a small orange glow coming from within. No doubt the fire of the camp.
Reaching the boarder, Anoron swung off her steed, and began to trudge through the woods, her horse in tow -- the light of the fire getting closer and closer before she finally emerged into the small clearing, which the group had settled in. Aragorn stood upon seeing her. "Anoron..." He said gently, a relieved smile upon her lips.
Yet Anoron's eyes and lips held anything but a smile or merriment. They were glaring, coldly and harsly at Legolas.
"Some NOBLE elf you have brought along, my lord," She said, addressing Aragorn, but keeping her angry gaze on Legolas. "He considers me NOT his companion, and then abandons me in the woods!!" She yelled, voice rising, as she moved to lunge at the blonde elf as she sat with the twins of elrond.
Yet Aragorn grabbed Anoron around the waist, holding her back and lifting her away. "Anoron!...Anoron, calm down!" He said, standing between where the elf prince sat and where Anoron stood, panting and breathing deeply in anger.
"Ask him!..." She demanded, pointing at Legolas. "What did he tell you, hm!?...That I went off alone, that he lost me!?...He told me to stay put -- acting as if he heard danger close by!... So in one spot, I waited for him! Hours! When he failed to return I grew worried and went in search of him... only to find his steed gone, and tracks leading away from the wood!" Anoron spat out.
Aragorn looked back to Legolas sadly. "Is this true?....Did you leave her to fend alone, when I asked you to scout together?" He asked; Aragorn was trying to remain calm, as he'd never known Legolas to do such a thing. Legolas had always been such a compassionate caring being, to everyone. Aragorn had asked them to go together, because he thought she would be indeed safe with Legolas.
Dark eyes were welled with angry, hurt tears as she glared at the elf; working herself up into such a state. Noble elves. No such thing, not in this company.
"With all due respect," Elrohir said calmly. "Legolas is not one to lie, nor have we ever known our Mirkwood brother to do so. Now, I do not know this ranger of yours, Aragorn, but I would be more inclined to believe your elven brother." He said.
Anoron pressed her lips together, tossing her back on the ground near the rest of the camp, before storming off. Aragorn sighed, looking back to Legolas. "I can only hope you would not lie to me about such a thing, Legolas. I cannot imagine you doing something so heartless, as leaving someone from your company alone and possibly in danger." Aragorn said gently with a nod, before going after to speak with Anoron.
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Reaching the boarder, Anoron swung off her steed, and began to trudge through the woods, her horse in tow -- the light of the fire getting closer and closer before she finally emerged into the small clearing, which the group had settled in. Aragorn stood upon seeing her. "Anoron..." He said gently, a relieved smile upon her lips.
Yet Anoron's eyes and lips held anything but a smile or merriment. They were glaring, coldly and harsly at Legolas.
"Some NOBLE elf you have brought along, my lord," She said, addressing Aragorn, but keeping her angry gaze on Legolas. "He considers me NOT his companion, and then abandons me in the woods!!" She yelled, voice rising, as she moved to lunge at the blonde elf as she sat with the twins of elrond.
Yet Aragorn grabbed Anoron around the waist, holding her back and lifting her away. "Anoron!...Anoron, calm down!" He said, standing between where the elf prince sat and where Anoron stood, panting and breathing deeply in anger.
"Ask him!..." She demanded, pointing at Legolas. "What did he tell you, hm!?...That I went off alone, that he lost me!?...He told me to stay put -- acting as if he heard danger close by!... So in one spot, I waited for him! Hours! When he failed to return I grew worried and went in search of him... only to find his steed gone, and tracks leading away from the wood!" Anoron spat out.
Legolas shook his head, and pretended to not know what she was talking about. He knew it to be true, but he did not want her hear at all, and that was his reaction to her being with him. If she was to be here, the elf wanted nothing to do with her. No more scouting trips with her, no more nothing. Legolas hated her, and he did not want to have anything to do with her. She was not his companion for he did not know her enough to even consider that. Anoron was an acquaintance, nothing more. Of course he would never say that out loud to them, but he felt it. Who was she to come into this as if everything was all right? The woman did not have a place here, and now that she knew it, the elf had a feeling that things would be different.
Aragorn looked back to Legolas sadly. "Is this true?....Did you leave her to fend alone, when I asked you to scout together?" He asked; Aragorn was trying to remain calm, as he'd never known Legolas to do such a thing. Legolas had always been such a compassionate caring being, to everyone. Aragorn had asked them to go together, because he thought she would be indeed safe with Legolas.
Dark eyes were welled with angry, hurt tears as she glared at the elf; working herself up into such a state. Noble elves. No such thing, not in this company.
"With all due respect," Elrohir said calmly. "Legolas is not one to lie, nor have we ever known our Mirkwood brother to do so. Now, I do not know this ranger of yours, Aragorn, but I would be more inclined to believe your elven brother." He said.
Anoron pressed her lips together, tossing her back on the ground near the rest of the camp, before storming off. Aragorn sighed, looking back to Legolas. "I can only hope you would not lie to me about such a thing, Legolas. I cannot imagine you doing something so heartless, as leaving someone from your company alone and possibly in danger." Aragorn said gently with a nod, before going after to speak with Anoron.
Legolas sighed. They had scouted together. It was not long, but they did scout together, and so it was not a complete lie. He had a temper and behavior like his father. Legolas trusted few, and this woman was not someone that he willingly wanted to have with them. It was a tough assignment, and if she would react like this, the woman would not make it far. He silently sipped at the cup of tea that was brewed, and watched them go. “Oh, we did scout together. It was not long, but we did.” His eyes turned to Elrohir. “Next time you get to scout ahead with her.” Smirking, he finished his cup of tea and placed It on the ground.
The elf stood and walked over toward Anoron with a high step. They had finally made it to the woods, stopping at the border and making camp. The night was too late to journey anymore. When he reached her, Aragorn was gone, for he had returned to the camp. His jaw tightened. For a moment he said nothing. Legolas stared at her, analyzing her intently, before crouching down to her level. “Why are you here?” He said firmly. “What business does Aragorn keep you here for? I will be frank with you, Anoron. Your presence is not welcomed here, but if I better understand your reason for being here, perhaps I cam make it a point to distant myself from you, save when I am assigned to be with you. I do not know you, and I do not wish to know you. All I want to know is what job has Aragorn placed upon your shoulders. After that, I will leave. Let’s make this easier on the both of us, since we hate each other so.” Cold eyes bore into her own green orbs, the pale moonlight bouncing off of his flesh.
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For a moment he said nothing. Legolas stared at her, analyzing her intently, before crouching down to her level. Anoron did not look up to the elf as he looked at her - she knew if she did, she would only get more upset, and lash out at him again.
“Why are you here?” He said firmly. “What business does Aragorn keep you here for? I will be frank with you, Anoron. Your presence is not welcomed here, but if I better understand your reason for being here, perhaps I cam make it a point to distant myself from you, save when I am assigned to be with you. I do not know you, and I do not wish to know you. All I want to know is what job has Aragorn placed upon your shoulders. After that, I will leave. Let’s make this easier on the both of us, since we hate each other so.” Cold eyes bore into her own green orbs, the pale moonlight bouncing off of his flesh.
Anoron's eyes looked up to him. Never before had she heard an elf so cold, so heartless. Is THIS the only 'beauty' left in Middle-Earth??...These kinds of 'elves'? If so, Anoron didn't consider it beauty. "I will tell you nothing!...And unlike you, I did not enter this quest hating YOU or ANYONE!...I merely have no choice but to hate you in defense of myself!...." She said, standing furiously and beginning to pace. "You say I am not welcome here, and that you do not wish to know me, and that you wish to distance yourself from me!? -- So be it! But when this quest is over.....and I WILL finish it....and we part ways, I pray to Eru that you and those like you sail.... for I do not wish to start a new age with such heartless, cold creatures." She said bitterly, before storming away from the arrogant elf and back to camp.
Passing Aragorn and the others who glanced at her oddly - she took her pack and sleeping roll, and undid it away from the others. She wanted to fall away into slumber. Perhaps then she could try and outrun her humiliation. No one wanted her here. Such a cold thing to say. Legolas and the others were not even GIVING her a chance, nor any time to find her footing. Aragorn was the only one who believed in her. She hated herself for being 'concerned' for THAT elf for even a moment, when they'd been seperated in the woods.
Sighing, Anoron intook deep breaths, trying to calm herself down and not get worked up. She was not going to give up. She wasn't going to let these elves bully her into submission. That's all it was. Bullying - she'd overcome it before.... when she'd first become a ranger; many of her companions doubted her ability, and tried to drive her away. Doing far worse things than these elves now. But Anoron stuck to it, and saw Aragorn as a guilding light. He was the hand that helped push her along, and never once allowed her to give up.
She wouldn't let him down. Upon reaching the settlement, she would stay and await the other rangers; they would begin building a city for the dunedain -- their race may once again become plentiful and happy. With these thoughts of being with her kin, Anoron fell asleep.
The others in the camp followed, assigning shifts and taking their turns, while the others slept.
Yet as morning dawned, their peace was disturbed. Anoron was awoken with the sounds of shouts and calls. It wasn't a few moments, before Aragorn shook her. "Wake Anoron!!...Orcs!" He said desperately, before leaving her side once more. Anoron scrambled up, grabbing her sword and sheath and attaching it back to her belt. Standing, she hear the noises and cries of orcs, coming around the small clearing.
She saw Aragorn point the elves off in three different directions, and off they went like deer. He looked to Anoron, and made a slight circling motion, then pointed to the woods. Nodding, Anoron dashed off herself, into the wood thicket -- she was to circle the outter perimiter, and kill what lingered there. Yet as she ran, she saw a blur dash in front of her, and she collided with it. Tumbling to the earth, she groaned a bit, shaking her head and stood. Focusing her eyes, she saw Legolas standing also.
"Bastard elf!" She hissed to him, before continuing to run and scout. Yet she didn't get far, before a blade dropped behind her. Anoron spun around, seeing the orc who had unfortunately missed his intended run-by target. Drawing up her blade, she and the orc dueled -- not long, for he was senile, and simply a runner orc, lower level. She killed him; black blood covering the end of her blade as she stabbed him.
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Anoron's eyes looked up to him. Never before had she heard an elf so cold, so heartless. Is THIS the only 'beauty' left in Middle-Earth??...These kinds of 'elves'? If so, Anoron didn't consider it beauty. "I will tell you nothing!...And unlike you, I did not enter this quest hating YOU or ANYONE!...I merely have no choice but to hate you in defense of myself!...." She said, standing furiously and beginning to pace. "You say I am not welcome here, and that you do not wish to know me, and that you wish to distance yourself from me!? -- So be it! But when this quest is over.....and I WILL finish it....and we part ways, I pray to Eru that you and those like you sail.... for I do not wish to start a new age with such heartless, cold creatures." She said bitterly, before storming away from the arrogant elf and back to camp.
Legolas shook his head and stood. “You are not welcomed here, for you should not be here. I do not deny that you are skilled, for I see that, and I never thought you otherwise. Yet I did not find it suitable for you to be here with US. YOU were not with this company when we were together a long time ago for the fellowship. YOU are someone that I do not know or willingly trust. I refuse to let my friends suffer because of your foolishness or hissy fits.” Was it so hard to answer a simple question? Legolas just rolled his eyes. Humans. “I will sail in due time, miss. And you will start a new age with no elves, for our time is over. Worry not, we shall all be away from each other. If such a question is hard to answer, I can only wonder the fits you through when someone asks your well being.” He spat back in return and watched her storm off.
Yet as morning dawned, their peace was disturbed. She saw Aragorn point the elves off in three different directions, and off they went like deer. He looked to Anoron, and made a slight circling motion, then pointed to the woods. Nodding, Anoron dashed off herself, into the wood thicket -- she was to circle the outer perimeter, and kill what lingered there. Yet as she ran, she saw a blur dash in front of her, and she collided with it. Tumbling to the earth, she groaned a bit, shaking her head and stood. Focusing her eyes, she saw Legolas standing also.
"Bastard elf!" She hissed to him, before continuing to run and scout. Yet she didn't get far, before a blade dropped behind her. Anoron spun around, seeing the orc who had unfortunately missed his intended run-by target. Drawing up her blade, she and the orc dueled -- not long, for he was senile, and simply a runner orc, lower level. She killed him; black blood covering the end of her blade as she stabbed him.
He sneered at her, but their hate would have to wait. There were orcs about. Legolas had spoke briefly to Aragorn last night, only to get a bit more information about her. Yet it still did not change his doubt of her. “We can continue THIS later. Now is not the time for loathing to each other, only these damned orcs!” Legolas would remember her words for later. And whipping out his bow, Legolas aimed and fired a shot, the long arrow whizzing by her and into the two orcs that were dashing over to her. But the squeaking of armor made him turn around. With a raised blade, the orc rushed over toward Anoron from behind. The elf did not hesitate to grab her arms and pull her toward him, away from the orc and using his bow to smack the vile creature across the face.
In battle, Legolas in a whole different mode. Releasing her arm, he pulled out a knife and slashed the orc across its chest and weak armor, using the bow to help distract the orc. Again he reached behind him and pulled out another arrow to send into another orc’s body. As much as he was hating Anoron, he could not let her fall. Though he would not admit it, she was a comrade. He learned that from his talk with Aragorn, and he had to treat her as such. The bow was put away and both knives were being used to cut through the lines of the orc ambush.
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Anoron ignored Legolas -- and was to say, shocked, that Legolas even bothered to watch her back now, and shoot the oncoming orcs. If he hated her so much, why save her life? He'd left her on her own, abandoned her in the woods, and yet now he was paying attention to her safety? Bloody elves. Anoron continued to fight and spin; the fluid movements of her blade quick and percise. Once killing the three orcs about she and Legolas - Anoron took off again. The elf could stay and deal with the ones who passed him.
But she didn't wish to be around him; she COULD fend for herself, and if he was so eager for her to prove herself, then let him leave her be. Coming upon another small grouping, heading right towards her, Anoron dove into them - stabbing and swinging, grunting and giving savage cries as she faught hard. Anoron spun, bringing her blade around, and cleaving off the head of a nearby orc, before reaching back behind her, and stabbing another. Her sword was dark now, spattered in the blood of evil.
Some of the orcs began to retreat - perhaps they knew they were loosing. The sounds of other orcs were getting further and further away, distant, and few. Not wanting to simply watch them run.... Anoron persued, the orcs scattering outside of the wood, and the ranger, following - disregarding the fact she was leaving the wood all together; it's safety, it's shroud and protection. Running full speed, the Dunedain caught up with a stray orc - leaping to him and tackling him to the ground. Yet this orc was quicker, and unsheated a dagger, stabbling Anoron in her thigh. She cried out, yet stabbed the orc shortly after.... in the head, killing it instantly.
Looking down to her thigh, she pulled out the dagger and tossed it away - standing, and limping a bit, but moving quickly none the less. Gazing back, her green eyes caught the boarder of the forest, and she headed back into it -- she needed to find Aragorn and the company again.... she'd gotten far. Perhaps further than needed. Wincing, she moved back into the shaded forest.
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Re: The Webs We Weave“The last I saw her she was charging into a band of orcs on her own! She hates me as it is, and it will only make us fight more. How am I held responsible for her now when she moved away from me? ” Legolas asked, wiping his blades clean from the blood of the orcs on their dead bodies.
Aragorn sighed. “Legolas, I know she can take care of her self, but she IS your comrade. Remember what I told you? I’m not asking you to like her, but I am asking that you treat her as if you were defending me. You know where she went, please find her and bring her back.” And there was no negotiation about it. Aragorn was set on his decision.
The elf frowned, but nodded. He was not liking this. Why not send someone else? “If you wish of it, I will.” Not to say that he cared about her, but if she meant a lot to Aragorn, then he would do it in the name of Aragorn. He and the king had a long talk about what happened, and the elf was not looking forward to another long debate about it. He had already been chastise once by Aragorn like a little school boy. Legolas was not looking for another. Nodding to Aragorn, the elf turned and was off. While he was out looking for the female ranger, he could collect his arrows that were in good condition.
It took him a while, but he had managed to save some of arrows and come across Anoron. Putting he arrows in his quiver, the elf neared her. They were far from the camp, but with time, it would not take too long to reach it. In distance, perhaps a few miles. “Aragorn sent me to find you.” Stated Legolas, looking her up and down. It was then that he noticed her limping, though she tried to conceal it. “Come, sit down and let me look at it.” As much as he wanted to head back, Aragorn would gripe at him if he did not at least try. And silently, Legolas wanted to learn about this curious woman who was willingly out here and not in Minas Tirith. Pride would never let him express that openly, but it was there.
Anoron shot him a death look, but he ignored it. He moved to take her arm, but she quickly snatched it away from him. Apparently he would have to do this the hard way. “Look. If you want to get an infection and possibly be poisoned and die, then fine, but not while I am here. I would not tell Aragorn that you died because I did not try to help you. I could not see him hurt so. I refuse to sit through another lecure with him. Now, for Aragorn’s sake, since that is all in common we have, sit down and let me look at your wound.” But before she could protest, Legolas hooked his arm under her legs and lifted her up. Anoron could kick and fight all she wanted, but the elf held strong. Making his way to a suitable spot, he sat her down against the tree and knelt beside her.
He reached for her leg, but she smacked his hand. Sighing, he looked up at her flatly. “Please. I promise I will not try anything. Stop being so stuck up and let me help you. Be thankful that I found you and am helping you at all.” The elf growled, before examining the wound. Orc blade. It was coated in a poison that would not kill her, but it could limit her to illness, and possibly the loss of her leg. “It’s poisoned. Sit still, and don’t move. The less you move, the faster this will take.” And without glancing at her, Legolas made the hole in her breeches around the wound bigger, enough to have a full view of the wound. Leaning down, Legolas pressed his lips to the wound. Thankfully it was fresh, and not all of the poison had fully set. Using his mouth, Legolas began to draw out the poison, spitting it out and repeating the process.
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Putting he arrows in his quiver, the elf neared her. They were far from the camp, but with time, it would not take too long to reach it. In distance, perhaps a few miles. Anoron looked up at the elf, already glaring at him. The LAST person she wished to see was Legolas before her. “Aragorn sent me to find you.” Stated Legolas, looking her up and down. It was then that he noticed her limping, though she tried to conceal it. “Come, sit down and let me look at it.” As much as he wanted to head back, Aragorn would gripe at him if he did not at least try..
Anoron shot him a death look, but he ignored it. He moved to take her arm, but she quickly snatched it away from him.
"Don't touch me," She snapped, wanting no contact with this elf anymore.
Apparently he would have to do this the hard way. “Look. If you want to get an infection and possibly be poisoned and die, then fine, but not while I am here. I would not tell Aragorn that you died because I did not try to help you. I could not see him hurt so. I refuse to sit through another lecure with him. Now, for Aragorn’s sake, since that is all in common we have, sit down and let me look at your wound.” But before she could protest, Legolas hooked his arm under her legs and lifted her up. Anoron could kick and fight all she wanted, but the elf held strong.
"Release me!" She growled, trying to stuggle, yet moaning in pain at the intense throb starting in her leg. Making his way to a suitable spot, he sat her down against the tree and knelt beside her.
He reached for her leg, but she smacked his hand. Sighing, he looked up at her flatly. “Please. I promise I will not try anything. Stop being so stuck up and let me help you. Be thankful that I found you and am helping you at all.” The elf growled, before examining the wound.
"Tis I who is stuck up!?" Anoron repeated in disbelief. "You have done nothing but speak down to me since we met, MY LORD," She said, wincing, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Orc blade. It was coated in a poison that would not kill her, but it could limit her to illness, and possibly the loss of her leg.
Legolas ignored her. “It’s poisoned. Sit still, and don’t move. The less you move, the faster this will take.” And without glancing at her, Legolas made the hole in her breeches around the wound bigger, enough to have a full view of the wound. Leaning down, Legolas pressed his lips to the wound. Thankfully it was fresh, and not all of the poison had fully set. Using his mouth, Legolas began to draw out the poison, spitting it out and repeating the process.
Anoron cried out in sight pain and discomfort - not to mention the humiliation of having this elf suck out a wound on her thigh. Eyes welling in furious and painful tears, Anoron weakly tried to shove the elf away from her -- yet he was stronger, and unharmed, thereby having at least two times the strength against her. He didn't budge. A whine escaped from the back of Anoron's throat as Legolas continued, before finally slowing, and looking at the wound once more - before sitting back, and spitting out what remained in his mouth.
Ripping off a piece of her cloak, Anoron wrapped it tightly around her thigh wound, and using the tree for balance - staggered to stand. She used her sword as a crutch as she began to walk through the forest, not even glancing back at Legolas. "I want to go back to camp." She said simply, eyes still welled in pain and humiliation at the hands of this elf. He'd done enough to her already, without 'graciously' coming here to 'tend to her wounds'.... as if she should consider herself lucky he even SPOKE or looked to her.
Her green eyes, normally docile and strong, were now faultering with weakness; shimmering in the fading sunlight by the tears lingering there, yet not falling. She wanted so to give up. To go home, and not be subject to this hatred by other members of the company. To not be belittled by the elves. Using her sword as a crutch, Anoron continued to walk, forcing down her pain.
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Ripping off a piece of her cloak, Anoron wrapped it tightly around her thigh wound, and using the tree for balance - staggered to stand. She used her sword as a crutch as she began to walk through the forest, not even glancing back at Legolas. "I want to go back to camp." She said simply, eyes still welled in pain and humiliation at the hands of this elf. He'd done enough to her already, without 'graciously' coming here to 'tend to her wounds'.... as if she should consider herself lucky he even SPOKE or looked to her.
Her green eyes, normally docile and strong, were now faltering with weakness; shimmering in the fading sunlight by the tears lingering there, yet not falling. She wanted so to give up. To go home, and not be subject to this hatred by other members of the company. To not be belittled by the elves. Using her sword as a crutch, Anoron continued to walk, forcing down her pain.
Standing, he wiped his mouth to rid himself of the foul substance and watched her. True, he was stuck up, but that nature was a gift from his father, Thranduil. Not to mention seeing years of war and people fleeing when they should fight. But what really bothered him, and she reminded him of it, were those who pretended to be strong just to make a name for themselves. This is what Legolas thought she was trying to do, make herself important above others. He had no idea that this woman chose the path because it was something she enjoyed, regardless of what others said. Rolling his eyes at her, he followed behind her for a bit silently.
Did she knew where they were going? Most likely not. He could not say anything about her stubbornness, though, for Legolas would have done the same. Still, he did have manners. His hatred towards her was lessening, slowly. Very slowly. “I take it that you know where you are going?” He asked, arching a brow. Legolas knew that she was not certain, and that she would not admit it. In so many ways, she was just like him. The elf’s keen eyes watched her limp along, using her sword as a walking aid. No thank you did he ever hear from her. Typical human. Shaking his head, he took her arm with the sword in it and removed the sword from her hand. “Lean on me.” He said with a firm tone. She did not have any other options. Legolas would not let her cause him to be in another argument with Aragorn, and about her.
Handing her back the sword, Legolas draped her arm over his shoulders and wrapped his arm around her waist strongly. Even if she resisted, he would still have a hold of her. “We are a few miles from camp. Thanks to your wanderings and reckless fighting, you ventured off farther than Aragorn wanted. He’s worried sick about you.”
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Re: The Webs We Weave“I take it that you know where you are going?” He asked, arching a brow. Legolas knew that she was not certain, and that she would not admit it. Anoron could hear the sarcasm in his voice; that condescending, smooth, arrogant voice she'd come to hate the sound of.
Intaking a deep breath, she kept her gaze focused ahead. "Be silent." He ordered, not wanting him to speak to her. At all. All he did was make her feel bad about herself.
Shaking his head, he took her arm with the sword in it and removed the sword from her hand. “Lean on me.” He said with a firm tone. She did not have any other options. Legolas would not let her cause him to be in another argument with Aragorn, and about her. Handing lders and wrapped his arm around her waist strongly. Even if she resher back the sword, Legolas draped her arm over his shouisted, he would still have a hold of her. “We are a few miles from camp. Thanks to your wanderings and reckless fighting, you ventured off farther than Aragorn wanted. He’s worried sick about you.”
"No doubt HE is the only one," Anoron mumbled aloud, trying to strain away from the elf. She hated this; having this elf alongside her. "Why don't you just stick to what you do best?....Abandoning people you do not deem 'worthy' of being called your comrad. Leave me, as you have before." She spat out, still trying to move away from him - yet Legolas was much stronger than she. "I'm sure you can come up with another lie to tell Aragorn -- the man you claim to love and care for so much, yet are dishonest to his very face." She said with great loathing. Anoron didn't consider Legolas and those other elves very good friends, if all they did was lie to Aragorn; someone they swore to care for and want to protect. And yet, they hurt him, by not accepting Aragorn's friend; someone HE cared for.
Anoron had no use for people like Legolas. Swearing aligance and love - then turning around and lying to the one person they 'claim' to be devoted to. Aragorn had no use for liars. Anoron knew this, and thus, would NEVER lie to Aragorn. Finally, Anoron managed to thrust her arm and body away from Legolas, stumbling a bit, yet again, steadying herself with her sword.
"Let me walk alone," She ordered. "And let me keep the last shred of dignity you have not stolen with your cold words or lies." She said.
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Re: The Webs We Weave"No doubt HE is the only one," Anoron mumbled aloud, trying to strain away from the elf. She hated this; having this elf alongside her. "Why don't you just stick to what you do best?....Abandoning people you do not deem 'worthy' of being called your comrade. Leave me, as you have before." She spat out, still trying to move away from him - yet Legolas was much stronger than she. "I'm sure you can come up with another lie to tell Aragorn -- the man you claim to love and care for so much, yet are dishonest to his very face." She said with great loathing. Anoron didn't consider Legolas and those other elves very good friends, if all they did was lie to Aragorn; someone they swore to care for and want to protect. And yet, they hurt him, by not accepting Aragorn's friend; someone HE cared for.
The elf did not look at her. Her were cut into him and tore at him, but he refused to let that show. “Firstly, I did not rightfully lie. We did scout together. Not for long, but we did. Secondly, I have already made peace with Aragorn about it, and I can thank YOU for not to try to put the guilt on me.” Said he, simply. “Miss Anoron, rather you like it or not, you will have to deal with me, and I will have to deal with you. It was not very courteous of me to leave you behind, but I did not want to be around you at all. I thought you a woman just wanting to make a name for yourself. Understand, how many women would WILLINGLY become a ranger without wanting something in return, like fame?” Legolas had met very few of them, very few.
Anoron had no use for people like Legolas. Swearing allegiance and love - then turning around and lying to the one person they 'claim' to be devoted to. Aragorn had no use for liars. Anoron knew this, and thus, would NEVER lie to Aragorn. Finally, Anoron managed to thrust her arm and body away from Legolas, stumbling a bit, yet again, steadying herself with her sword. "Let me walk alone," She ordered. "And let me keep the last shred of dignity you have not stolen with your cold words or lies." She said.
Legolas was not a compulsive liar. That was the only time he had, and he regretted doing so later. That he would never admit for the farther away he was from her, the better. For once he was actually being nice to her, and she did not even demonstrate manners. Typical. Legolas held his hands up. “If your dignity is to not accept a kind action to pardon earlier actions, then you may have all the dignity you consider.” And with that, he stopped. “If dignity is what you want, then have it on your own.” Nodding to her, Legolas turned and began to head the other direction. Perhaps he deserved this, but he still though that she could at least accept a silent apology. The elf was not going to admit it easily. He had too much pride for that, and it would take a while for him to seek her forgiveness, even though he knew that he owed it to her.
“When and if you reach camp, you may tell Aragorn that I am scouting to be sure that there are no more parties to be concerned with. You want to walk alone, wish granted. Perhaps that would please you more than aid. But I can tell you now, with that wound, you will not make it far.” No more came from his as he moved away from her and crouched down, looking for tracks and hints of possible orcs again.
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Re: The Webs We Weave"Let me walk alone," She ordered. "And let me keep the last shred of dignity you have not stolen with your cold words or lies." She said.
Legolas was not a compulsive liar. That was the only time he had, and he regretted doing so later. That he would never admit for the farther away he was from her, the better. She didn't want his 'pity' nor to be part of his 'showboating' to prove to Aragorn he could be tolerant of others. He was doing this, because Aragorn told him to. Nothing more. “If your dignity is to not accept a kind action to pardon earlier actions, then you may have all the dignity you consider.” And with that, he stopped.
Anoron scoffed a laugh. "A kind action, to pardon earlier actions!?....I would prefer an apology." She said simply. He owed her one -- for leaving her, and treating her like dirt; beneath him and unworthy to be called companion. Telling her she wasn't welcome and had no rights to be there.
“If dignity is what you want, then have it on your own.” Nodding to her, Legolas turned and began to head the other direction. The elf was not going to admit it easily. He had too much pride for that, and it would take a while for him to seek her forgiveness, even though he knew that he owed it to her. “When and if you reach camp, you may tell Aragorn that I am scouting to be sure that there are no more parties to be concerned with. You want to walk alone, wish granted. Perhaps that would please you more than aid. But I can tell you now, with that wound, you will not make it far.” No more came from his as he moved away from her and crouched down, looking for tracks and hints of possible orcs again.
Anoron didn't answer, and continued towards the camp alone -- soon loosing sight of the elf who was scouting. Fine. At least she wouldn't have to make small talk to arguments with him all the way back to camp. She continued to use her sword for leverage and aid, as she limped along a fairly clear straight through the wooded area. She was staying off the main path, and rightfully so. On occasion, Anoron would stop and look down to the ground, deciphering the tracks of another ranger, or elf - or even Aragorn, as she'd come to learn his. At least she was heading the right way.
Yet the sun had already begun to go down, yet again, and Anoron tried to push her body - wanting to reach camp before total darkness fell upon her. Yet her leg was throbbing. She needed to have Aragorn look at it, that much was certain. As early evening began to fall, and all around Anoron came to hold a blue tint - she stopped, breathing heavily, and leaned against a tree. Already exhausted. She sighed to herself, mentally trying to shrug this off. If she didn't make it to camp, Legolas and the others would simply belittle her for it.
"Tellin im achae...brennin im anann," She told herself in the elven tongue, trying to work up her spirits. After a brief pause and deep breaths, Anoron began to walk again, still leaning upon her sword as a crutch, and trying to move faster. And it worked. Whatever push Anoron needed, she recieved it. She reached camp as night fell.
Aragorn was pleased to see her, but looked a bit angry at Legolas' absence. Anoron told him that the elf went to scout, to see if any orc parties lingered near. Figuring such an excuse was good enough, Aragorn took Anoron to his tent, and began to dress and help tend to her wound.
"They hate me," She said softly, eyes drifting over the opening of the tent. It was warm inside; small lamps lit.
Aragorn looked up to her from the wound. "They do not hate you..." He said softly.
"They do." She repeated, looking to him; green eyes focused in all seriousness. "Legolas told me so... he confirmed my suspicions. He said no one wants me here, I don't belong, and no one trusts me." She said.
The ranger looked up to his female companion sadly, wishing such wasn't true. But Legolas and he had spoken earlier, and he'd tried to make it clear to the elf that Anoron WAS part of the group, whether he liked it or not. "I don't want to be here anymore," She whispered. Aragorn tilted his head. Anoron was a strong warrior and woman; one of the strongest he'd ever seen. But she had feelings, like everyone else -- and perhaps they'd been battered and disheartened enough.
"I want you here, Anoron. That is all that matters." Aragorn said, touching her chin gently and lifting it. "You have a purpose, which will manifest itself near the end of our journey. You have a great part to play. I need you to lead the settling near the Hills of Evendim -- make it a haven for travellers and rangers of our kind. Call forth our Dunédain brothers, and help to rebuild our almost lost race." He said.
Slowly, she nodded, knowing Aragorn was right. She had to do this. Anoron had to ignore Legolas and the others -- and remember why it was she was here. Remember that she wasn't here like the rest to simply clear out the orcs they came across. She would not return to Minas Tirith. "Take rest, Anoron," Aragorn said gently, patting the top of her head, before leaving the tent. Sighing, Anoron laid down upon the bedroll -- her leg beginning to feel better.
*I have come too far... I have held on too long*
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Re: The Webs We Weave
It was not until late that night did the elf return. He his scouting and found no sign of orcs. But even while he was searching the woods, his heart and conscience began to poke and prod at him. Mind and heart battled a furious war, and Legolas did not know what to believe. Life had been fine until Anoron came into the picture. Why did such a human bother him so? Was she not like any other woman who had feelings as well? No. Anoron was different, and that difference scared him a bit. He was not scared for himself, but for her. He did not doubt that men doubted her, and would always think her a woman before a soldier. It was only natural. But his hostileness was only to push her back to Minas Tirith and save her that tease from others.
It was not going to work. Legolas decided to just ignore it all together. Hopefully she had her head up enough that she was not think or wanting to do something like this for fame and attention, for she was surely getting it. Reaching their camp, Legolas sighed, but came face to face with Aragorn, who did not look too happy. Now what did he do? The elf arched a brow, but by the look on the man’s face, this was a matter to be sorted out privately. With a nod of his chin, the King lead the elf a bit away from the camp for more privacy. “Aragorn—”
He held his hand up, and blue-grey eyes gazed at the elf hard. “Legolas...this is not like you. Not at all. I do not know the reasons for your cold behavior toward Anoron, but I demand it to stop. She has it hard enough already, and does not need others to belittle her anymore.”
“Aragorn, while you are trying to protect her and push her on, this is life. This is how it will be. The elves will be leaving, and all that will be left is you. I do not want to see a woman looking for fame here among us. She belongs in Minas Tirith, not here to be taunted by others. She has to learn one way or another.”
“She belongs with her people.” Aragorn said, sharply. “We are her people, and whether you will admit it or not, you are as well. She has the elven blood in her veins like I, and you will treat her with respect. You can hate her, but don’t show it. Treat her as if it were me. I don’t want you hurting her or anyone else. I suggest you end this petty feud before it gets to us all.” And with that, Aragorn walked to go speak with the other elves involved.
Legolas closed his eyes and shook his head. It was not that simple. Turning on his heels, and moved away from the camp and took the first watch shift silently. Inside he was screaming with anger, yet he knew that Aragorn was right. He did not have to like her, but he did have to accept that she was his comrade. The elf leaned on his bow, pushing down the raging emotions and keeping a look out until dawn. Legolas took a deep breath and cursed himself.
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