Taranor || Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring

Time to Mourn Later

This is just a random update. As I'm sure some of you have noticed there is something odd happening in this story and I will admit it's a bit out of my comfort zone but I'm changing things up a bit in Middle Earth and adding in a couple things of my own. I'm still not sure if this is the wisest decision but the few I have shown it to seemed to like it and I always love to add a bit of a twist to my stories as you'll see later on. Of course, it's already risky adding in another character to an already perfect story that I could never in a million years hope to improve (because there is no room for improvement) but yeah...please don't kill me haha

Sorry it's soo short but I haven't quite got beyond this point and I'd hate to keep you waiting.

(Previously)

"Mithrandir." Her voice was no louder than a whisper but it was filled with confusion, fear and sadness as a single tear fell from her blue eyes.

"Fly you fools." He ordered before his hands slipped from the rocks and he disappeared into the darkness.
"No!" Tara screamed as her hand reached out for him, only grasping darkness. Tears poured down her cheeks as she stared into the abyss.
She had been surrounded by death most of her life and she knew that at least someone would die on the journey, but she could never have imagined that someone would be Gandalf.

How could she? He was a Wizard after all, and a very strong one at that.

"Taranor!" Someone shouted, coming up behind her and wrapping an arm around her waist, hauling her back to the end of the bridge where the others were waiting.

For the oddest of reasons Legolas' hands burned as he carried Tara up the stairs almost as if she had been touched by the flames of the Balrog. The poor girl was paralyzed in shock, much like the rest of them were.

Once the Fellowship had run through the Great Eastern Gate and out into the blinding light of day Taranor's legs collapsed and she fell to the ground, nearly bringing Legolas with her. Her tears had all been used up leaving her to just stare at the ground, she suddenly felt cold, colder than she had on Caradhas. The empty pit in her stomach only grew as she struggled to regain her breathing.

For reasons unbeknownst to her, she felt like a failure, she felt as though she could have saved Gandalf from the Balrog, even though she was a puny human with no real ability. But the fire that had once burned so brightly in her chest had protested those thoughts, screaming that she was not some petty human, that she could have helped if she only tried.

She stared blankly down at the bag in her hand, it held something incredibly small but she didn't have the heart to look at it. She didn't understand why Gandalf would give this to her before he fell. What was so important about it?

With trembling hands she stuffed it inside her tunic, ensuring that it would not get lost.

(Present)

"Legolas! Get them up." She barely registered Aragorn's voice speaking in the distance, Tara glanced up through blurry eyes to see only Aragorn and Legolas still standing, the rest were mourning the loss of a friend.

"Give them a moment for pity's sake!" Boromir protested as tears glistened in his eyes. The sight of those tears caused Tara's chest to clench as she shakily stood to her feet and made her way over to her brother, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"By nightfall these hills will be swarming with orcs!" Aragorn reminded the remainder of the group of the still impending danger, "We must reach the Woods of Lothlorien. Boromir, Legolas, Taranor get them up."

"He is right, we must go." Taranor spoke gently to her brother and Gimli, holding out a hand to each of them. The ache in her chest still hadn't left but she could mourn later, they all could once they reached the safety of Lothlorien. The orcs wouldn't dare follow them there for fear of the Elf-Witch who resides in those woods.

Boromir took her hand with a sad smile and she helped him to his feet though Gimli refused the help and stood up on his own.

Tara then went over to Merry and Pippin who still had tears running down their faces and offered both of them a hand up, they took it and stood to their feet before heading toward Aragorn and the others. Tara kept one hand on each of their shoulders as she walked between them.

Though she hadn't spent much time around either of them she still felt a sadness spread through her at the sight of their tears.

Once the group had gathered together Tara noticed that one of them was missing. Frodo.

"Frodo!" Aragorn called out to the Hobbit who had walked away from the group, he turned with glistening eyes but didn't mutter a word.

"Come along!" Aragorn spoke, his voice only slightly more gentle this time and Frodo consented without a single word as he came to join the group.