Secrets ch2Chapter 2Secrets ch2 by ShuraiyaBascud
Brego whinnied nervously and backed as Aragorn wanted to lead the horse to the water. He had found the track to lead him half way around the sea and now into the water. Legolas had most likely been taken to the small island which could be seen only 600 meters from the shore. Obviously the horse knew something Aragorn didn’t, so he dismounted it and went closer to the water himself, trying to figure out what had frightened his loyal stallion.
He started to wonder how the kidnappers have gotten a tied up man over the water, plus there were, according to Brego something in the water that made him walk away from it. They couldn’t have swam over there as at least one of them only would be able to swim with one hand and another man in the other, which is not an easy task when armored. That is where it hit him. There would be a tide here, and at the moment it was high. So maybe when the tide would fall there would be a path to the island. He would have to wait.
As the ti
Secrets Ch 1Chapter 1Secrets Ch 1 by ShuraiyaBascud
It had been five years, since the nine brave men began a wicked journey, to destroy the one ring of Sauron. They were four hobbits, a wizard, two of human kind, a dwarf and an elf. One of the human, Boromir, they lost early on the journey. Though luckily for them, Boromir were the only to fall in battle. The wizard, Gandalf, went back over the seas with the high elves, together with Frodo Baggins. He was the one little hobbit who had to carry the incredible heavy burden of the ring, all the way from the shire to Mount Doom in the heart of Mordor. The three other hobbits, Sam, Merry and Pippin, were to stay in Hobbiton, in the Shire. All three missing their friend of course, they knew he was alright were he had gone, and so they had to carry on their lives without him. Gimli, the dwarf, had together with many other of his kind, returned to Moria under the big mountains, to rebuild the city and mines.
Then there were Aragorn, who was the heir of Isildur, and thereby the throne
Fir MelethWhen Aragorn awoke to the sound of Legolas' soft voice murmuring in his mother tongue, he knew immediately that the elf was distressed. A lifetime of living with elves had made him accustomed to hearing the different tones in their voices when they spoke, enabling him to pinpoint the emotion perfectly. Legolas was no exception to this rule in fact, he believed he knew Legolas better than any other. Forcing himself to awaken further, he turned, eyes adjusting to the dim light in the room, until he found the slender figure of the elf standing out on the balcony. Aragorn now registered the slight chill in the air that swept in through the open balcony doors, and he sat up, the soft sheets falling around his hips as he gazed at Legolas' form beneath the moonlight. The elf seemed unaware, as he continued speaking in his soft, musical voice. Aragorn strained to hear the exact words, spoken in the beautiful language of the elves, until finally they took shape and he realised what LegolFir Meleth by homesweethomicide13
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