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| 6 Fourth Age: Ships and Sails; [ Open ] | |
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| Deleted User | 2 Oct 2008, 01:16 AM Post #11 |
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He could say nothing in response to her confession of guilt. Aragorn felt it too sometimes, but he could not admit that to a subject without burdening himself more. Instead, he focused on the model ship before him and recalled all he had done for his people since taking the throne and all the responsibility that lay on his shoulders. Haeleana’s next confession, however, startled him out of his reverie. Aragorn looked up sharply, his sea gray eyes alive with suspicion and doubt. A string of events had led him to believe the Orcs in Middle-earth had a new leader. Was this more information about the man or beast who branded his subjects’ palms with the Eye of Sauron? “Weathertop?” Aragorn hissed. “Why would you—” He forced himself to stay calm. Very few people knew what had happened at Amon Sul or about the wound Frodo had received there. Perhaps they were all to blame for not spreading the word of the evil that had stepped there, and like a canker, would draw even more evil. “A Hobbit, did you say?” This story continued to become more intriguing. And eerily familiar. The King took Haeleana’s elbow in hand and steered her over to a cold stone bench in the center of the room. Two intertwined swans had been expertly carved on the marble surface, another testament to the craftsmanship of Dol Amroth. “Start from the beginning, Haeleana. If you cannot remember it all, then tell me as much as you know.” |
| Deleted User | 2 Oct 2008, 01:25 AM Post #12 |
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“Weathertop?” Aragorn hissed. “Why would you—” Haeleana looked startled at his tone and her eyes went wide with fright for a moment before her face cleared of any emotion which she had taught herself to do when in the presence of importance. She watched him as he seemed to be considering something. "I was accompanying a hobbit named Milo" she said quietly. “Start from the beginning, Haeleana. If you cannot remember it all, then tell me as much as you know.” She flinched a little when the King took her elbow and guided her to a bench. She sat obligingly and looked down at the floor eyes closed as she started to tell her story from the very beginning. "I was in the Prancing Pony when I encountered a young hobbit named Milo Brandybuck. He desired to map out Eriador so I offered my services to go with him. We met the following morning to go to Weathertop. It took us several days and there was nothing amiss when we arrived. However...when I went to explore the surroundings I encountered a shadow in the dark. I remember....I remember approaching the shadow and I believe at some point I must have seen it but then everything went black and I woke up what must have been hours afterwards" she said. "I found Milo unconscious and I remember carrying him. I didn't think that I should not be strong enough. My mind must have been on other things. I do not know what happened but I seem to be stronger...I...I do not.." she trailed off quietly. |
| Deleted User | 2 Oct 2008, 01:42 AM Post #13 |
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Aragorn listened closely, but said nothing until her full story was told. He waited some moments before responding. There were many possibilities, all of them less likely than the one before. “Hobbits are the height of our children, but …” He remembered the straining of muscles while tossing the Hobbits over the crumbling stairs in Moria. “… No, you are right. You should not have been able to carry him up Weathertop.” Aragorn stood up suddenly and paced the floor before the stone bench. This leader of Orcs could have had a purpose in doing this, but … Haeleana did not seem as one in league with darkness. What was more, Aragorn could not fathom why this mysterious leader would so randomly give a stranger extra strength. “And this Hobbit you were with, is he now in the Shire? If so, I must go there at once and speak with him, for I wish to know if he has the same abilities now.” He stopped walking as quickly as he had begun. Brandybuck, had she said? The faintest of smiles flickered over his lips for only a passing beat. He was not surprised to hear a Brandybuck had ventured out of the Shire, and he was curious to know what relation he might be to Merry. |
| Deleted User | 2 Oct 2008, 01:48 AM Post #14 |
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“Hobbits are the height of our children, but …” Haeleana watched his face as he mused and she looked back down at her feet again her face going paler as she started to wonder what sort of trouble she might be in now. Who was the person who had given her extra strength? Perhaps they were setting her up for a fall? What was going on? She looked back up to her King as he spoke again and confirmed she should not have been able to carry him up Weathertop. “And this Hobbit you were with, is he now in the Shire? If so, I must go there at once and speak with him, for I wish to know if he has the same abilities now.” "I brought him to Gondor" she said quietly. "We travelled South from Amon Sul" she said quietly. "I thought it best to bring him to you" she said. "I believe he may be in Minas Trith if he has stayed where I left him" she confirmed. She looked back down at the ground her eyes blurring a litt.e Even this extra energy she seemed to have now couldn't survive the onslaught of exhaustion brought on by the day spent with the children. The journey to the city had given her a boost but telling her story had put a little strain on her. "Do you believe this force to be evil?" she asked wearily. |
| Deleted User | 2 Oct 2008, 02:01 AM Post #15 |
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“It is good that you brought him to Gondor. We will arrange to speak with him when we arrive back in Minas Tirith,” Aragorn stated. He clasped his hands behind his back and turned his eyes away from Haeleana. That she feared this to be evil was clear. He wished he could allay her worries, but he could not do so in good conscience. Aragorn did not know what this was, nor could he until he interviewed the Hobbit. “We cannot know now,” he said honestly. “After we speak to the Hobbit, perhaps, some guess at the nature of your strength can be made.” It was not much comfort to give her, if it was any at all. For that, he felt regret. To be burdened with something so alien was nothing he would wish upon his enemies, much less a young woman of his own people. |
| Deleted User | 2 Oct 2008, 02:11 AM Post #16 |
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Haeleana watched the King for a moment before her eyes began to glaze over again only she didn't sleep instead she found herself caught in a memory from long ago. It was about a around the time of the defeat of the Lord Sauron. She could remember everything so vidily. She was considered just a child then. She was so unaware of everything that was to come. But this was by far one of the worst memories she had. "Haeleana...go deep into the tunnels with the other younglings...please go..." Her mother's voice frightened Haeleana and she turned and headed deep into the tunnels. She held her flaming torch ahead of her ready to throw it at any orcs that might be down here. She turned another way and she saw the other young women standing around, hands on their swords ready to fight. They looked to her and she nodded. They all unsheathed their swords as the sounds of orcs approaching came from above. "They are coming a different direction...we must go deeper" Haeleana whispered and they turned down another path which led lower and lower into the mountains. All the women exchanged nervous looks as they arrived at some sort of hidden pool with many large piled rocks, perfect for hiding behind. "Come on..." she urged them as they all moved to hide behind different ones in groups of threes or more. The sound of orcs had grown louder but everything in the memory seemed to dim She opened her eyes to find herself lying on the floor. She had somehow nodded off and her cheeks flushed as she realised how ridiculous she must have looked. |
| Deleted User | 2 Oct 2008, 02:35 AM Post #17 |
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A young guard by the name of Mairion surged forward from his place to help Haeleana to her feet. Aragorn beckoned to another man to come along as well. “That is enough talking for one night. Mairion and Bardil will take you to back to your encampment.” The rest of the King’s guard took their places to exit the library. Night had settled over Dol Amroth and the cool sea breeze kissed his skin as he stepped into the small garden adjacent to the library. “Expect a messenger after we speak to Milo Brandybuck. Until then, trust in Eru and the blood of the Dunedain.” |
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