The Siren's Call
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,884
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings book series and movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part One
Part One
"So here we are again, friends," Aragon said as he adressed his companions.
He knew that it was going to be very difficult to announce this mission to his companions, after they had already risked their lives to save Middle Earth. But the recent events would only add to the danger for the lives that they had reformed, if this mission did not take place.
"Where is Faramir?" Merry asked, glanceing around, looking for the young captin.
"He is occupide at present, but he will join us in time. But, please, come and have a drink, friends." Aragon offered as he directed Merry, Pippin, Sam, Gimli, and Legolas towards a large stone sitting table at the end of the thrown room.
After a time of drinking and laughter, a trumpet souded, announceing that an important arrival had entered the land. "Aragon!" Feremir spoke in a breathless tome as he rushed into the room. "She's here. Seremela Arcamenel is here."
Slowly standing up, Aragon excused himself and existed the room with Faramir, leaving the others to ponder over this arrival. This Seremela Arcamenel. The five fellowship members whispered questions and conclusions at one another, trying to figure out who this woman was and why Aragon and Faramir acted as they did. She had to be someone of grave importance. Someone of power. But, if she was so powerful and important, then why had they not heard of her?
Suddenly, a figure appeared. Draped in a long silvery cloak, the figure stood between Aragon and Faramir. Slowly, the figure lifted back the silver hood, revealing dark-brown hair, a pale moon-light coloered face, glowing bright green eyes, and a silver star shaped jewel in the middle of her forehead.
"Seremela Arcmenel is the last of her kind," Aragon began, pausing to find the right words. Desiding it would be best to just out-right say it, he finished. "A Siren."
The three Hobbits looked on in fear. Legolas simply stared at the beautiful creature, seeming to read her fear. (Even though it was very plainly showing on her face.) But, it was the gruff voice of an angered dwarf that spoke first.
"You brought a Siren here? She is dangerous, bewitching you with the sound of her voice. Or sending beams of light, from that jewel in her forehead, that can split a man into!"
Now, the Hobbits looked more fearful. They glanced at her nervously and moved closer to Legolas, who still was examing Seremela. And after sometime he spoke.
"Aragon, why did you bring her here? Does she have to do with the evils in the east?"
"Yes," began Aragon. "She Does."
Placing a gentle look at her, coaxing her to speak, he spoke once more.
"Gimli, she will speak. Try and be respectful. She will not hex you."
Nodding at Aragon, she began.
"So here we are again, friends," Aragon said as he adressed his companions.
He knew that it was going to be very difficult to announce this mission to his companions, after they had already risked their lives to save Middle Earth. But the recent events would only add to the danger for the lives that they had reformed, if this mission did not take place.
"Where is Faramir?" Merry asked, glanceing around, looking for the young captin.
"He is occupide at present, but he will join us in time. But, please, come and have a drink, friends." Aragon offered as he directed Merry, Pippin, Sam, Gimli, and Legolas towards a large stone sitting table at the end of the thrown room.
After a time of drinking and laughter, a trumpet souded, announceing that an important arrival had entered the land. "Aragon!" Feremir spoke in a breathless tome as he rushed into the room. "She's here. Seremela Arcamenel is here."
Slowly standing up, Aragon excused himself and existed the room with Faramir, leaving the others to ponder over this arrival. This Seremela Arcamenel. The five fellowship members whispered questions and conclusions at one another, trying to figure out who this woman was and why Aragon and Faramir acted as they did. She had to be someone of grave importance. Someone of power. But, if she was so powerful and important, then why had they not heard of her?
Suddenly, a figure appeared. Draped in a long silvery cloak, the figure stood between Aragon and Faramir. Slowly, the figure lifted back the silver hood, revealing dark-brown hair, a pale moon-light coloered face, glowing bright green eyes, and a silver star shaped jewel in the middle of her forehead.
"Seremela Arcmenel is the last of her kind," Aragon began, pausing to find the right words. Desiding it would be best to just out-right say it, he finished. "A Siren."
The three Hobbits looked on in fear. Legolas simply stared at the beautiful creature, seeming to read her fear. (Even though it was very plainly showing on her face.) But, it was the gruff voice of an angered dwarf that spoke first.
"You brought a Siren here? She is dangerous, bewitching you with the sound of her voice. Or sending beams of light, from that jewel in her forehead, that can split a man into!"
Now, the Hobbits looked more fearful. They glanced at her nervously and moved closer to Legolas, who still was examing Seremela. And after sometime he spoke.
"Aragon, why did you bring her here? Does she have to do with the evils in the east?"
"Yes," began Aragon. "She Does."
Placing a gentle look at her, coaxing her to speak, he spoke once more.
"Gimli, she will speak. Try and be respectful. She will not hex you."
Nodding at Aragon, she began.