Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Days of the King ❯ Blink Of an Eye ( Chapter 17 )
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By: Queen-of-Blades138 
Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.29.2008 | Updated On: 12.18.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 991 | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 06.29.2008 | Updated On: 12.18.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 991 | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress
chapter 17 - traveling with Legolas/
When Legolas had (somewhat) explained their proposed method of travel,
Pippin truly thought it was a jest, and at his expense.
"So from the Shire to Gondor, I'll need: no horse, no food, no water. Just
my weapons and clothing. And when we get hungry or thirsty in the wild
wastes between towns, what'll we do?" said Pippin, hands on his hips as
he confronted his much taller comrade.
"I see you don't believe me, so there isn't much use explaining it again.
Let me show you. Are you ready to leave?" said Legolas.
"I've got a couple of shirts and breeches. I'm wearing the only armor I've
got - remember, I was a Guard of the Citadel. And I've got a sword, three
knives, and a couple of daggers. I guess I'm ready to leave." He eyed the
elf a bit suspiciously. "Does it hurt?"
Legolas laughed, and clapped the hobbit on the shoulder. "Only if you look.
I believe it could make the...uninitiated a bit dizzy."
Pippin shrugged his shoulders. "Then I am as ready as I can be."
Legolas turned him about and clasped him about the chest and shoulders.
As he did so, he began to speak in a low voice, a repetitive muttering;
an incantation. Pippin had closed his eyes; but true to his nature he
could not resist cheating a bit. He peeked - and then shut his eyes tight
again. The feeling of vertigo, the swirl of colors and indistinct shapes
that they 'passed' near or through - he could not tell in the short span
of time his eyes were open, but the brief sensation was disorienting
enough.
The entire experience lasted only a few moments. Suddenly they were
standing on some hilly ground, with the sweet scents of spring growth
about them. A small stream wound through and over rocks, splashing
merrily and adding a sweet melody to the chirp of insects and birds.
Pippin did not recognize the landscape.
"We're about a two hour walk from the outskirts of Osgiliath. I thought
it would be best not to simply appear at the front gate of any of the
cities of Men. They tend to be suspicious of powers they don't understand.
And Pippin...if asked, say we have been on the road for about month
and that we set out from Bree at a leisurely pace to visit Minas Tirith.
I am not yet ready for all to know about my new abilities."
Pippin shifted his small bundle from one shoulder to the other, and
frowned. "I wish you wouldn't have told me that, Legolas. I am terrible
with secrets."
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"In my opinion, there is no other way, my Lords," said Augra to Faramir
and Aragorn.
She had described the technique she intended to use on Eowyn, and Faramir
blanched at the telling. "How can one survive such a procedure? She will
be...gutted, like a fish before cooking!" he exclaimed, rising from his
chair to pace to and fro. "Aragorn! You have faith in Madam Augra, but in
truth I am greatly dismayed by this suggestion!"
Aragorn had remained seated, his chin sunk onto his chest. "I have heard
of such a surgery in my travels, but I did not know that knowledge had
survived in practice. I thought it only in some dusty scrolls in the more
ancient part of the libraries of Gondor and perhaps among my wife's people.
Her father was a great healer." He fixed Augra with a stare.
"How confident are you of your abilities in this, Augra?"
Augra stood as tall as her inconsiderable height would allow. "I have
performed this particular skill six times before, and both mother and child
survived. I do not suggest this lightly. That bruise I told you of seems
to be the source of the bleeding, as if all the small veins that lead to
the womb past the place of that mark have burst. She is too weak to
push the child out, my Lords. My Lord Aragorn can attest to other feats of
healing I have performed. The decision is yours. But in my opinion, if we
do not proceed, and quickly, we will be waiting for the Lady Eowyn to die.
I am sorry, my Lord Faramir."
Faramir looked beaten, his lips ashen. "I will abide by the recommendation
of our King. I have one request, however." Faramir unexpectedly knelt at
Aragorn's feet.
"Put your blessing upon her, my Lord. The ancient magic of the healing
powers of the King in Minas Tirith is legendary. I can hope for the best
result if you administer athelas along with Madam Augra's remedies. It was
as you saved both myself and Eowyn that we met, and I first loved her.
Your blessing then gave us both life and each other. Perhaps your hand
on her in her time...," here he swallowed hard and lost his voice for a
moment, "in our time of greatest need will save us both again."
Aragorn was greatly moved by his request. As he stood, he pulled Faramir
up to stand in front of him. "If it will give you comfort, I do it gladly."
When Legolas had (somewhat) explained their proposed method of travel,
Pippin truly thought it was a jest, and at his expense.
"So from the Shire to Gondor, I'll need: no horse, no food, no water. Just
my weapons and clothing. And when we get hungry or thirsty in the wild
wastes between towns, what'll we do?" said Pippin, hands on his hips as
he confronted his much taller comrade.
"I see you don't believe me, so there isn't much use explaining it again.
Let me show you. Are you ready to leave?" said Legolas.
"I've got a couple of shirts and breeches. I'm wearing the only armor I've
got - remember, I was a Guard of the Citadel. And I've got a sword, three
knives, and a couple of daggers. I guess I'm ready to leave." He eyed the
elf a bit suspiciously. "Does it hurt?"
Legolas laughed, and clapped the hobbit on the shoulder. "Only if you look.
I believe it could make the...uninitiated a bit dizzy."
Pippin shrugged his shoulders. "Then I am as ready as I can be."
Legolas turned him about and clasped him about the chest and shoulders.
As he did so, he began to speak in a low voice, a repetitive muttering;
an incantation. Pippin had closed his eyes; but true to his nature he
could not resist cheating a bit. He peeked - and then shut his eyes tight
again. The feeling of vertigo, the swirl of colors and indistinct shapes
that they 'passed' near or through - he could not tell in the short span
of time his eyes were open, but the brief sensation was disorienting
enough.
The entire experience lasted only a few moments. Suddenly they were
standing on some hilly ground, with the sweet scents of spring growth
about them. A small stream wound through and over rocks, splashing
merrily and adding a sweet melody to the chirp of insects and birds.
Pippin did not recognize the landscape.
"We're about a two hour walk from the outskirts of Osgiliath. I thought
it would be best not to simply appear at the front gate of any of the
cities of Men. They tend to be suspicious of powers they don't understand.
And Pippin...if asked, say we have been on the road for about month
and that we set out from Bree at a leisurely pace to visit Minas Tirith.
I am not yet ready for all to know about my new abilities."
Pippin shifted his small bundle from one shoulder to the other, and
frowned. "I wish you wouldn't have told me that, Legolas. I am terrible
with secrets."
----------------------------------------------------------
"In my opinion, there is no other way, my Lords," said Augra to Faramir
and Aragorn.
She had described the technique she intended to use on Eowyn, and Faramir
blanched at the telling. "How can one survive such a procedure? She will
be...gutted, like a fish before cooking!" he exclaimed, rising from his
chair to pace to and fro. "Aragorn! You have faith in Madam Augra, but in
truth I am greatly dismayed by this suggestion!"
Aragorn had remained seated, his chin sunk onto his chest. "I have heard
of such a surgery in my travels, but I did not know that knowledge had
survived in practice. I thought it only in some dusty scrolls in the more
ancient part of the libraries of Gondor and perhaps among my wife's people.
Her father was a great healer." He fixed Augra with a stare.
"How confident are you of your abilities in this, Augra?"
Augra stood as tall as her inconsiderable height would allow. "I have
performed this particular skill six times before, and both mother and child
survived. I do not suggest this lightly. That bruise I told you of seems
to be the source of the bleeding, as if all the small veins that lead to
the womb past the place of that mark have burst. She is too weak to
push the child out, my Lords. My Lord Aragorn can attest to other feats of
healing I have performed. The decision is yours. But in my opinion, if we
do not proceed, and quickly, we will be waiting for the Lady Eowyn to die.
I am sorry, my Lord Faramir."
Faramir looked beaten, his lips ashen. "I will abide by the recommendation
of our King. I have one request, however." Faramir unexpectedly knelt at
Aragorn's feet.
"Put your blessing upon her, my Lord. The ancient magic of the healing
powers of the King in Minas Tirith is legendary. I can hope for the best
result if you administer athelas along with Madam Augra's remedies. It was
as you saved both myself and Eowyn that we met, and I first loved her.
Your blessing then gave us both life and each other. Perhaps your hand
on her in her time...," here he swallowed hard and lost his voice for a
moment, "in our time of greatest need will save us both again."
Aragorn was greatly moved by his request. As he stood, he pulled Faramir
up to stand in front of him. "If it will give you comfort, I do it gladly."