Silent Night- An LotR fan-Fic

[Morgan EverAfter]

I'm only posting a bit at a time, I wrote this a while ago, but I've got to do some major editting.

Gandalf had fallen. There was darkness. As Moria disappeared behind him, Boromir wished the pain would leave him, as the lingering stone faded behind his abandoned footsteps.
But the shadow lingered still, and Boromir knew, even then, that Gandalf was not the only one the Fellowship had lost in the mines.
Legolas turned, ran to the lingering Boromir.
“ You must pick up your pace, Friend. Night is coming.” Legolas tugged gently at Bormir’s sleeve. Boromir lifted his head.
“ Tell me, Legolas, do you feel it?” Boromir turned to Legolas, wishing he was not the only one who felt so cold. Legolas smiled.
“ There is a chill on all our hearts. A silence too, I think.But it is only sorrow, and nothing more.” The elf looked ahead, watching the Fellowship struggling to keep with Aragorn’s pace. “A doubt too, perhaps.” Legolas turned to Boromir, who still looked hurt and fearful. “Do not despair Boromir.” Legolas turned, to join Aragorn, and Boromir quickened his pace.

Aragorn was confused, and a slight, uncharacteristic bit of fear flickered across his skin. Lothlorein was dark. There was no music here. The trees were shadowed in gray and black, and shrouds of night crept between them. The dead grass and leaves rasped as they were tread upon, and a silence seeped through all. Day had past long ago, though it was not dark, only gray. The light, the gentle peace that had once hovered here- it was gone. Aragorn stopped, worried, and lay a weary hand on a rotting tree trunk, the inside consumed with ash.
There was evil here. Things had taken a foul twist indeed since they entered Moria, if the elves that dwelled here let evil come.
Behind him, the Fellowship had stopped and collapsed on the ground. There was a silence among them. Frodo was slumped forward, and he was shaking. Sam sat next to him, and he wrapped an arm around his friend. Merry and Pippin looked listlessly through their meager amounts of food. Gimili was drumming his fingers on the hilt of his axe, and Legolas twirled and arrow through his fingers. Boromir lay on the ground, his eyes clamped shut, as though trying to keep the darkness from entering his mind.
Aragorn turned, hearing footsteps running their way. An elf emerged from the dark, shrouded, trees. His fair face was the last sign of light in the woods now so dark.
“ Aragorn!” as the elf collapsed in the Ranger’s arms, Aragorn saw it was Haladir, an old friend. The elf’s face was drawn and tight, panic raged in the tormented eyes. “ Aragorn! We… the orcs… no sun has risen since they came here. We fought them, but they…. They had darkness as their weapon. Now, now, I am the last. The Lady of Light, Celeborn, they are dead. Leave from here! The end is so near, leave…..” Light faded in Haladir’s eyes. For a moment, Aragorn could not understand why the elf had ceased to speak, but as cold blood seeped over his hand, and Aragorn looked at the arrow in Haladir’s back, the Ranger felt nausea sweeping over him.
They were all dead. Lothlorien was lost now. Despairing, Aragorn wished that he had only been able to give aid to his friend, if only… if only.
Aragorn pulled his wits about him, and turned to the Fellowship.
But only Frodo stood there. As the night drew near, Frodo bore a shrouded image of a Nazgul. Aragorn shook the chill away.
“ Where are the others?” Aragorn rasped, unable to speak properly. Frodo shrugged.
“ They left.”

[Minya Collowen]

ooooooh...pretty, I mean yeah keep it coming!

[Morgan EverAfter]

part 2!!!

Boromir ran through the woods, shouting and yelling at the loudest he could. He could not find his friends, they were gone, he was lost, the darkness had torn them apart.
The shadow had come so quickly that no one had seen it, no one had felt it, until it had enveloped him, and now, as Boromir ran through the woods, calling to his companions, he felt the darkness drawing a little closer.
Whispers faded in and out, dying like embers through the trees. Boromir followed the voices that spoke no words, but they always disappeared, leaving him alone again.
A silent presence came from behind Boromir. He swung about. An elf, fair and beautiful stood before him. Yet shadow was on her brow.
The long black hair, and the deep blue dress were equals to the dark pits of her glassy eyes, that were positioned so well on her perfect face. Her figure, balanced and perfect, was tall and slender, and she stood, looking through Boromir.
“ Come.” She said at last, and she turned, walking away from Boromir. Boromir followed slowly. His hand twisted around the hilt of his sword.
“ You have no need for that.” The elf turned to him again. “ I am a friend.” She smiled. “My name is DaeRauko.”
“ DaeRauko- it sounds of a name in the evil tongue.” Boromir watched her, fearful. DaeRauko smiled. She turned and began to wander into the depths of the wood. Boromir followed her until he lost sense of time.

Gimili held his axe ready. He did not trust this place- it was an elven place. Some great elves guarded it- ha! No elves here. Only night air.
Boromir turned, and saw his friend through the trees. He began to run forward, but DaeRauko’s soft, cold hand held him back.
“It is only an image of what is happening to Gimili. It is only a picture in the mist.” DaeRauko released Boromir’s hand.
“ But it is really happening? Now?” Boromir turned to DaeRauko. She nodded. The man turned back to the image.
Gimili turned in a circle. He felt something- something in the wind. He felt claustrophobic, like the air, the suspense of some darkness would soon stiffle the breath in his lunges.
Coming out of the rank trees, shadows that seemed to be made of nothing- of night- came forward, and brought their dark swords down upon Gimili. And then the shadows were gone.
Boromir ran forward, crying out, his hand touched the mist, and he stared at the fading image. Words died in him mouth, and turned to rancid tears behind his eyes.He turned to DaeRauko.
She shrugged.
“ By and by, they shall all die as he has. They shall all find their ends here.” DaeRauko smiled. Boromir turned again to the image strung betwixt the trees; but it was gone. The dark elf moved away from Boromir, and he followed against his will, though his mind could not leave the picture burned upon his mind.

[Minya Collowen]

ooh ooh...more more!

[Calenfalathiel]

wow...that's reallly good! can't wait for more!

[Morgan EverAfter]

Part three!!!!
Something about DaeRauko… something made him follow her…Boromir twisted, trying to leave her spell, but always he would linger. Boromir did not know how long he had been following the elf, but grief of two deaths still hung about his heart, twisting and contorting it.
Had it been hours or days since Gimili’s death? The man did not know. He had walked in silence behind the elf for so long now… so long. Aragorn… Boromir turned suddenly, seeing the Ranger’s image hovering in the mist. DaeRauko shadowed into the darkness, watching Boromir.

Aragorn stood, by now allowing himself to be thoroughly exhausted. Frodo stood behind him, silent and dark. The Ranger turned round, trying to find some sign they had been through this part of the woods before. Once he could have traveled through these woods with his eyes out…. But now….
Frodo lifted his head, as though hearing something in the stagnant air. From the chain about his neck he pulled the Ring, and caressed it gently. Aragorn was still looking in the other direction, and slowly, Frodo disappeared into the shadow. Boromir watched, horrified, as Frodo’s silhouette turned into the form of a very short Nazgul. It could have been funny, Boromir's nerves were frayed to the point of hysteria, he could have laughed, could have shook his head and shrugged away the image, the possibility, but somehow his knees gave way and he had to watch in silence. The little shadow turned to the darkness, disappearing into the shadows.
Aragorn swung around, and saw with despairing eyes that Frodo had gone, left. The Ring Bearer had been taken, had fallen to the power, had left him, surely all must be lost now. Shutting his eyes tight against the darkness, Aragorn tried to turn away the hopelessness that over came him. But Aragorn did not understand utter hopelessness, and in his confusion he did not know how to handle the tears stinging his eyes.
Boromir turned away. The image had turned was too much. Aragorn did not break and crumble so easily. Lesser men, yes, they broke with ease, but not Aragorn. Not this. Never this. DaeRauko’s bitter hand tugged roughly on Boromir’s sleeve, and he followed her again, unwanting, unwilling.

[Minya Collowen]

oh i think you've already showed me this part, but i still think it's good!

[Calenfalathiel]

great job!


.....must.....have.......MORE!!! hee.

[Morgan EverAfter]

its coming to an end, only a bit more after this....
Boromir wondered over the other members of the Fellowship. Were they being led around endlessly by dark elves as he was, were they watching each other in pictures on the mist? He tried to think of Merry and Pippin, Sam, Legolas, companions of his who were not dead, overcome, and torn apart.Yet always, always, some image came to his mind, some image of blood, and then, he had to turn his thoughts away.
He lifted his head to DaeRauko, whose steady pace never lessened, whose strange, captivating spell made him follow her. A short figure caught his eye, and Boromir again turned to the trees.

Sam was lost and hungry and tired. He felt as though he had been through this grove before, but it looked different somehow. Mr. Frodo, where was he? Sam hunched his back and stared at his hairy feet, no longer clean or well brushed as they had once been, as he shuffled along.
He lifted his head up, heard someone coming this way, the first sound that was not his own breathing, his own feet scraping through the leaves. Sam turned, and Frodo stood before him.
“ Mr Frodo! You’re here! I’ve found you! Or rather, you’ve found me!” Sam ran forward, and hugged his master in his ecstasy. When Frodo simply stood there, Sam pulled away, worried.
“What’s wrong Mr Frodo? Did you get hurt?” Sam searched Frodo’s blank face. He watched, horrified, confused, as Frodo pulled Sting out of it’s sheathe. Frodo took as step forward, Sam took a step back.
“It’s me Mr Frodo! Sam! Your gardener! Your pal! Don’t you know me?!” Sam’s voice died away, and Sting entered his ribcage. He fell to the ground, watching Mister Frodo with a dog-like love, and confusion. What had he done wrong? What did he do to make Mister Frodo hate him?
“I’m sorry Mr Frodo!” he whispered to Frodo’s unhearing back. “What ever I did wrong to make you hate me, I’m sorry!” Sam panicked as Frodo hovered on the verge of his sight.
“I’m sorry! Really I am! Please, please forgive me! I’m sorry…” Frodo did not turn to say that he forgave Sam, so the gardener laid his head down, over come with grief for his unknown sin.
Boromir shook his head, tears preparing to fall. This was far too much, it was out of his mind, his reckoning.
“It lies!” Boromir turned, angry, to DaeRauko, “It lies! Frodo would never kill Sam, ever! Even if the Ring did take Frodo he wouldn’t… wouldn’t…” Boromir turned to DaeRauko, hoping she would say it was all fancy, that the images of the mist were not true.
“ The mist will never lie.” DaeRako turned away, not caring. And the thing that twisted in Boromir was that he knew she was right.

[Calenfalathiel]

oooooo...*pensive* in a good way though!...*waits for more*