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Beyond Borders	By : Kiava Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2413 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Beyond
Borders
Summary:
Gondor rules over all of Middle Earth save for one large forest in the
North-Western area, Mirkwood. As he tried to unravel its mysteries he comes
across a strange discovery, about himself and the world around him. What
happens when he meets the Commander of the Elleselsian army? Read and find out.
A/L and many other pairings.
Any
dream bits will be in italics for
this chapter. Just so you know.
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�We
ride to the borders with the Rohirrim Guard on the morrow. Alert the Lord
Haldir and your father, Lord Elrond. We shall need a good warrior and professor
on this journey. You shall be attending also, my Lady. Do get some rest and
find some traveling clothes. I expect you to be ready by sunrise. Good eve, my
Lady.� Aragorn kissed her hand lightly and stood, heading to his chambers for
the evening.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn spent most of the evening sitting in his study,
poring over any map of the Mirkwood borders he could get his hands on. It was
close to mid-night when he finally closed his books and parchments, heading for
his bed chambers when a young man came stumbling his way, reddish tinged hair
framing his sunken, pale face. �My� my King,� he stuttered.
�God Lord Eomer! What happened to you?� Aragorn headed for
the young man, resting his hand on his shoulder.
�They� they ambushed our camp. We could do nothing.� Aragorn
paled with one look at Eomer�s back. �Their Commander was too powerful. We
could not save ourselves. He was� too�� he passed out cold into Aragorn�s arms.
�Someone call a physician!� Aragorn yelled, running towards
the healing rooms, carrying the young Rohirrim General.
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�I am sorry my King, but this is no place for your liege. We
have done all we can. The Lord Eomer will have to rest and regain his strength.
Please my King, sleep. From what I am aware of, you have a long journey ahead
of you.� Aragorn nodded stiffly and turned, finally able to get the sleep he
craved.
They were standing in
tight formation, the front lines already under the hail of arrows. �Stand
firm!� Aragorn yells over the roar of battle. The call is taken up amongst the
falling soldiers. Then he appears
from the throng of Elleselsian Elves, his blonde hair swirling about his
shoulders, green eyes staring directly into Aragorn�s.
Aragorn woke with a start, his sheets scattered across the
floor, sweat dripping from his face. �Eru save me,� he whispered. The dawn
light streamed through the window on the far side of his room, casting a rose
l thr through the room. Standing, he pulled on a pair of deep blue leggings and
a matching shirt, along with a black tunic with the tree under seven stars
standard of Gondor. Slipping into his boots, Aragorn ran a shaking hand through
his shoulder length black hair.
�My King, we must be going. My father has arranged our
supplies and has saddled our horses.� Arwen ran up to his side, her hair pulled
back at the nape of her neck, her dark green leggings, grey tunic and black
boots forming to her frame.
�Thank you my Lady. Shall we be on our way?� Aragorn offered
her his arm which she took and they headed into the morning sun.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
�Eomer, you are not fit to ride,� Aragorn stated firmly.
�If you take this Elf on a whim, why may I not ride to
defend my homeland?� he snapped, pulling himself onto his grey stallion�s back.
Haldir�s eyes flared and he pulled his white mare up to Eomer, bringing it to a
halt just before they collided.
�You do more to hinder us than to help, Eomer, son of
Eomund. You shall be useless by nightfall! If � � Aragorn rode his black
stallion up along side Haldir�s and tapped his shoulder.
�Haldir, there shall be time enough to question my actions
on the morrow. Now, we ride. Lady Arwen, my Lord Elrond� if you will be so
kind,� he motioned in front of him and the two Rivendell Elves set off,
followed closely by Aragorn, and Haldir who was still mumbling about Eomer�s
interference. Eomer rode well behind the company, preferring not to become the
object of scorn.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They were standing in
tight formation, the front lines already under the hail of arrows. �Stand
firm!� Aragorn yells over the roar of battle. The call is taken up amongst the
falling soldiers. Then he appears
from the throng of Elleselsian Elves, his blonde hair swirling about his
shoulders, green eyes staring directly into Aragorn�s. �Kelosa nin a Karnick!
*Bring me their heads*� he yells, and arrows rain from the sky, whipping out
Aragorn�s army, leaving only him standing, wounded. �Doe no mon, *Hold your
fire*� he states calmly and approaches Aragorn. �Chie kanon hi ai nin? *You
think you can defeat me?*� he whispers with a sneer in his voice. �Kieta!
*Fool*� he grins and unsheathes his sword, the blade glinting in the pale
evening light. He brings it down in a sweeping arch.
Aragorn sat bolt upright in his bedroll, wrapping his hand
lightly around his throat to know for sure that his head was still on his
shoulders. �Aragorn? What troubles you so?� Arwen sat up, placing a hand on his
shoulder, her hair falling unchecked across her face and down her bared back.
�It was only a dream Arwen. I shall be fine, if I had a
distraction, perhaps.� He lent over and kissed her flushed and bruised lips,
laying her back in the many traveling furs.
�Aragorn� is this appropriate? After all, do consider that
my father, Lord Haldir and the Lord Eomer are but a step away!� she protested,
but did nothing else to stop him.
�Should they wish to approach us in the morn, I shall tell
them they must stop their dreams,� he laughed and laid her back down�
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
They arrived at Edoras in three days, stopping to speak with
a few generals and soldiers as they passed. �It has been a week since their
last advance and we hope no more shall befall us, my King,� a young officer
said, bowing low.
�Very well, I hope that all will be ready for�� A scream
broke out among the outer lines, followed shortly by hundreds of battle cries
as a storm of arrows rained down the camp.
�Ai, they come again! See the black arrows of the Elleselsian!
Stand your posts!� a frantic Commander yelled, running through the throng of
men.
�Come, draw your swords!� Aragorn called and plunged into
the heaving mass of fallen warriors and some struggling to stay on their feet.

The battle lasted for hours on end, arrows falling in a
continuous rain upon the men, until a tall figure in a deep red tunic and black
pants appeared from within the throng of archers. His blonde hair billowed
about his shoulders in the wind, his green eyes connecting with Aragorn�s for a
moment, before he called, �Kelosa nin a Karnick! *Bring me their heads*�
Aragorn froze at the command, his dream becoming all too real as he noticed
most of his men falling around his heels. �Doe no mon, *Hold your fire*� the Elf
stated calmly, striding to Aragorn�s side over the bloodied corpses of fallen
men. �Chie kanon hi ai nin? *You think you can defeat me?*� he sneered. Aragorn
looked up into the emerald glare, not sure what he had asked, but having a
feeling it would be degrading to deny.
�I fight in the good name of Eru and the empire of Gondor. I
follow no whimsical Elf, nor their hap-ass Gods!� he spat. The Elf glared and
spit in Aragorn�s face, causing the King to cringe.
�Kieta! *Fool*� he sneered and drew his sword, bringing it
down in a sweeping arch.
�NO!� Arwen flew across the field and flung herself before
Aragorn. The blonde stopped cold and smiled wickedly, sheathing his sword and
motioning for ten of his archers. They came up behind the King and Lady, tying
their hands. Five others came from Elrond and Eomer�s tent, arrows pointed at
their backs.
�Vi�en i roch atta? *Where is the other one?*� Legolas asked
the closest Elf. Motioning to the field, the archer pointed out the struggling blonde
elf, fighting two taller archers as they bound his hands. �Kieta. Kelosa tai
eun ethie Ondonae, *Fool. Bring them to the Queen,*� he headed back through his
command, occasionally patting an archer on the back, or joking with them
shortly. The five were pulled along, bound together, all fearful�
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A.N.: Well, how was that? I hope the whole language
thing wasn�t too hard to understand. I tried to make it as simple as possible,
really I did. I�ll update really soon if I get at least 5 more reviews, if not,
I�ll have to wait a while. Uh oh. Sorry, but I�m having demands to get the next
chapter of Maniacal Laughter up, so if I don�t get as many for this, I may have
to wait. Lol. In other words, please review. It means so much to me! And it
doesn�t take a lot of time to just click �Review� and type �I like it. Please
update soon.� Or �This was okay, however, I think you could improve it a bit.
Here is what I think you can work on��. You can obviously use other stuff, but
just no flames please! Thanks a lot,
Luv,
Kiava.

Thanks to:
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Laughter. I wouldn�t think about it. I promise.
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