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Whispers in the Dark	By : NessaT Category: -Multi-Age > General Views: 1244 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Series: Whispers in the Dark � Part 1
Pairing: Legolas/Aragorn
Rating: Overall, NC 17. But it is PG for
this chapter.
Warnings: AU
Summary: Something lurks in the darkness of
the forest�

The
Shadow

The persistent feeling of unease had long since settled at the base
of their spines, coiling like an errant serpent. Yet, no one was willing to
give voice to their fears � they were without doubt, plagued by an unwelcome
presence.

The King had wanted to survey his lands, making sure that the
wayward Orcs would not breach their territory and had brought along two of his
best warriors and friends, Boromir as well as his younger brother, Faramir.
Nevertheless, the presence of such fearsome warriors did little to save them
from the plight that they had consistently found themselves in.

It had been almost a week now that the men of Gondor had gone
without any form of meat in their diet, feeding instead on an increasingly
stale supply of bread that they had brought with them for provision. Traps had been
set and weapons sharpened, but that was all to no avail because not a deer, not
even a rabbit had they managed to ensnare.

Traps were dismantled during the night, whatever creature that was
caught under the cover of darkness had been freed. Once there was even an
attempt to free their horses for the ropes that bound the animals to the trees
were cut and their saddles thrown aside. It was fortunate then that the animals
were loyal to their Masters and thus did not escape.

The men had tried to find the source of their discomfort, determined
to put a stop to the mischief that had been done to them, only managing to
unearth a chilling discovery � there were no evidence of footprints. No
imprints upon the soft forest ground nor broken twigs or crushed leaves to show
that the forest floor had been disturbed during the night. None
whatsoever.

�It is not possible,� said Boromir, distractingly running his
fingers through his hair, pushing away the sweaty locks from his face. �Even
the slightest of body must leave its mark upon the ground. It was as if the
rogue were made of nothing but air!�

�I have read of spirits that roam the forest at night, waylaying
unsuspecting wanderers. Perhaps we have displeased the guardian of the forest
with our intrusion upon the woods?� Faramir suggested, squinting his eyes
against the glare of the sun that had penetrated through the thin canopy of the
forest trees.

�How you prattle, Faramir. It seems clear little brother, that you
have been listening to too many of Gandalf�s tales speaking of trees that
walked in forests and of spirit beings that guard the trees. Nay, I do not
believe in this stories, do you, sire?�

-GB>Aragorn smiled, witnessing the way at which the two brothers
good-naturedly argued with one another. It was typical of Boromir to contradict
whatever Faramir said, even if it was for argument�s sake. But the King knew
that deep down in Boromir�s heart, he loved his brother more than life itself.

�I do not know what stalks us, my friends, but what I *can* tell you
is that this� this *shadow*� does not mean us any harm. Perhaps it is just as
Faramir said, and we have intruded upon his territory. But this forest is
within the realm of Gondor � property of Gondor � and we will not be frightened
by someone who will not show his face to us nor face us with a sword in hand.�

Boromir snorted, as if to indicate his disbelief that any person who
had tried to sabotage their attempts at ensnaring a meal could possibly not
�mean any harm�. But he became silent, deferring to the King�s wisdom.
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�Do not fear, Boromir,� said Aragorn with a laugh at the look upon
Boromir�s face, �If it is deer meat you crave, it shall be as you desire. Do
not worry, dear friend. We will taste the sweetness of red meat before reaching
the White City.�

So it was said and so they moved on, dwelling no more on the subject
of the strange shadow, never noticing a keen pair of eyes watching them as they
headed towards the thickest part of the forest�

*~*~*~*~*~*

The night had fallen, covering everything in a cloak of darkness
that blinded the men, forcing them to make camp. It was quiet. So quiet that
the men felt the strange unease they had felt escalating into a tension that
robbed them of sleep. Something was going to happen. They sensed it more sharply
this time� that feeling of being followed� being watched� and being stalked as
if they were animals.

�I do not like this, my lord,� Far whr whispered, his eyes trying to
peer through the stubborn darkness in hopes of being able to see something� see
anything. Anything but the all-consuming blackness that
overwhelmed their senses.

�It is not natural, this darkness. Something is out there,� Faramir
continued, his hand resting upon the hilt of his sword, ready to attack should anything
spring out from the darkness.

Aragorn stood up, his back straight and head tossed back. He was the
complete picture of the King of Men � proud and regal of bearing as he spoke in
voice that could send tremors of fears even through the most hardened heart of
the enemies.

�If he that seek to fight the Lord Aragorn, King of Gondor, let him
step forward now and draw his sword against him,� he cried, the sharp note of a
sword brushing against metal rang out loud in the blackness of the night as n
cn
class=SpellE>Anduril was drawn forth from its sheath, the blade glinting
white even in the dark.

A sudden rustling in the tree above caught their attention.
Something was moving. And it was moving quickly, as if it were leaping nimbly
from branch to branch� from tree to tree.

�What kind of a man walks on trees?� Boromir whispered in horror as
the rustlings became more frantic.

�This is no Man. Can you not tell? Hark! Their numbers have increased!� Faramir
cried, his sword nowwn iwn in preparation for battle
as the noises from the leaves seemed to surround them completely.

But the King just laughed, the sudden outburst suddenly stilling the
motions in the trees. It became quiet again, the silence broken only by the
sounds of the King�s deep laur.
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