Summary: The time of the Elves is over but those who still hold onto hope will stay until light has been restored in Arda once more. Sauron's army is massing in the east and the battle for Middle-earth has begun. New adventures await the scattered Fellowship. AU. Extended summary inside. Sequel to Nin-Dethro hîn, mellon-nin.
Extended summary: No one can change the future now that it has been set in motion. Frodo does not wish to destroy the Ring if the means killing Legolas (Or so he thinks...) But the Hobbit has to make the biggest decision of his life; save one person his cares about or save the millions of beings that have suffered greatly at the dark Lord's hand. Will sacrifices be made to save Arda from her destruction?
Things you might want to know:
1) If you have not yet read Hannon le, mellon-nin (part 1) or Nin-dethro hîn, mellon-nin (part 2), please read it first. This is part 3 and will make no sense if you don't :)
2) This contains movie verses with a few of my own twists, hence the AU.
3) DISCLAMER! : I don't own it… Oh, how I wish I owned Legolas and Thranduil. Let's not foget Gimli...That is one sexy Dwarf! *Sarcasim detected. For Gimli's part that is* ;) Anyway, I DON'T OWN IT :'(
4) The idea about the stars is mine. Please do not use without my permission.
Ea na qwiil, mellon-nin
Chapter 1 – Welcome, my Lords…
"Mellon-nin?"
Aragorn questioned as he walked towards the crown Prince of Mirkwood, who was helping Gimli try and get onto the saddleless Arod. He watched as the Elf turned and faced him, smiling as if nothing had ever come between them but the archer's eyes betrayed him. Sadness and fear was within them and no joy and hope seemed to sparkle either. The future King of Gondor and Arnor sighed, smiling slightly as he stood a few short steps away from Legolas. "How goes everything?" He asked.
"Everything goes fine, Aragorn." Legolas smiled, turning back to Gimli as the Dwarf fell slightly as Arod nodded, stamping his hoofs at the tension around him.
"Tell this damn horse to stop!" Gimli shouted down at the blonde Elf. He did not pay attention to Arod neighing angrily at him and the horse bucked the Dwarf, none too gently, and Gimli landed on the ground with a thud. "I will, one day, kill all the horses on this world." He mumbled, glaring at the white horse as he sat, rubbing his saw back.
Legolas had immediately went to calm Arod down, laughing at the Dwarf's mumble. He saw the ranger smile as he went over to see if Gimli was truly okay. He stared at the ranger for a few minutes, wondering how long it had been since they had both last talked to each other. They were now their second day towards Edoras, the home of the King of Rohan, along with its Prince and people. That must have meant that he and Aragorn had not said a word to each other for three or maybe four days.
"Gandalf does not wish for us to go to Edoras?!" The Prince heard Gimli exclaim and he shook away his thoughts and focused on the conversation the Dwarf and Man were having.
Legolas gave Arod a simple pat before making his way over to the two, noticing that Gimli was now stood but still rubbing his aching back. "What's this about not going back to Edoras?" He questioned, looking directly into the ranger's eyes as he did.
"Gandalf has informed me that we will be going towards Isengard instead…" Aragorn said "…So that he may ask Saruman some questions about Sauron's plans."
"I already know his plans." Gimli grumbled "He wants to destroy this world and turn it into his own, ruling over everything." The Dwarf threw his hands into the, exaggerating his point. He then looked at Legolas and saw the Elf face him "Why don't we just get Legolas to ask?" He wondered aloud, causing Legolas to furrow his brows slightly. Gimli shook his head "Do not pretend you don't know, master Elf. You can just ask Sauron his plans. Simple as that."
"And is being in pain simple?"
"What?"
"If I were to ask Sauron such a ridiculous question, he would surely put me through some sort of unbearable pain just like what I had experienced back then in Dol Guldur." Legolas replied calmly, noticing the looks he got from his dear friends and from those around him. Silence met his ears and he began to feel uncomfortable. He always wanted to know how every time he said something about his past back then or about the dark Lord, that everyone always seemed to be listening. "Let us get you on top of Arod again, Master Dwarf…" He spoke quickly, ignoring the constant stares he received by those that were listening. "…I will make sure he is gentle with you."
Gimli nodded and walked away with the Elf. He dared not speak after what he said and he couldn't seem to pucker up the courage and say sorry to the fair being.
Aragorn watched the two go and all he could was stare sadly at Legolas' back. He felt a hand on either one of his shoulders and he looked up at the identical brothers, smiling sadly as he stood and walked towards Brego, readying him for the trip to the tower of Orthanc. "Théodred?" He furrowed his brow when he saw the Prince of Rohan by the horse that used to be his.
"Ah, Aragorn." Théodred smiled, greeting the future King of Gondor as he did. "Please, do not mind me. I was just saying hello to this stupid fool." He winked when he heard Brego neigh angrily beside him. "I was never friends with this horse and I am glad he treats you kindly. The trouble he got me into was horrendous." The Prince laughed when the horse he used to own nodded his mane and stamped his hoofs on the ground in annoyance. "See! He cannot even stand me being near him."
Aragorn laughed, a good laugh which felt great for he had not laughed like this since the time when they were back in Helms Deep, Gimli getting angry at the two Ñoldorin Elves and Sindarin one for making fun of him. That night had brought life into people's hearts once more but it was soon destroyed the next day by the one that had struck fear into their hearts for many a year. He walked towards the angry horse and whispered softly to calm it, ignoring the look he got from the Prince of Rohan.
"So that is your trick. You use Elven magic, don't you?" Théodred asked. He had heard tales about such a magic from his childhood days, his father telling him many stories about the fair beings for he loved to know about other races within the world he lived in.
"I do not know much about this Elven magic you speak of." Aragorn replied simply, shrugging his shoulders slightly "Horses love the soft language of the Elves; it calms their nerves and makes them trust you." He smiled at the Prince, watching as Théodred's mouth turn into a shape of an 'O'. "Are you to come with us?" The future King of Gondor and Arnor asked, gently mounting Brego as he did.
"Aye, that I am." Théodred whistled into the air and a neigh, from not so far away, sounded and a chestnut stallion came trotting towards him. "I cannot leave my father as he goes and see's the very person that tried to kill our people. I am one of the victims and I would like to have a word with that traitor Saruman." He snarled the last sentence as he stroked his horse's nose. Once he mounted, he smiled at the ranger and said "This is Alyan. I have raised him and Brego since they were foals." The Prince stroked the horse's neck. "Alyan has taken a liking to me more than he has." He giggle as he watched Brego roll his eyes slightly.
"An Elven name? How did you come across it?" Aragorn asked, moving Brego slightly closer to the Prince and his horse.
"An Elven messenger had come to Edoras one day, I think he was from Lothlórien, and he helped me choose the name. I do not know why but I can only guess it is because of the kind nature of the Elves." Théodred smiled once more and then looked towards his father, waiting for the group that was to follow him to Isengard, to speak with the white, corrupted Wizard, Saruman.
"Elves do have a kind nature but there are some tales that say otherwise." Aragorn mumbled. He caught the confused look on Théodred's face and he sighed "Come, let us go to your father and King." When Théodred nodded, both went towards Théoden. There at the King's side was Legolas and Gimli, Gandalf, Gambling and Éomer. Elladan and Elrohir were behind their foster brother and Prince of Rohan.
When the King shouted his command to the riders, they all moved out, riding towards the border of Fangorn forest. They reached it within a few hours and entered without no danger greeting them. Many of the Uruk-hai's that had escaped to the forest, at the battle for Helms Deep, had been crushed by the enraged Ents as they tried to find safety within then. No bodies littered the grounds in the forest and the moist air hung around the trees, heat seemed to give off of the trees almost as if they were burning with rage. No creaks or cracks, moans and groans were made as the riders slowly made their way through.
Gandalf looked around at the silence of the trees and found it strange. Fangorn forest always made some sort of sound but the only sounds he could here was whispers from amongst the group, the breathing and stomping of the fair horses they all rode apon and the sound of his very own heartbeat. The Wizard turned slightly and faced the blonde Elf and saw the same confused look on his face as well as his own.
The trees were not answering Legolas and the Prince worried, confused as to why they wouldn't answer a simple question like "What is wrong?" He saw the white Wizard face him but paid no attention to the Istari. The archers focus was solely on the trees and how such negative emotions radiated from them.
Everyone else had soon begun to notice the silence of the trees. They kept quiet for they knew the trees were angry but only a few could understand the trees; mainly those of the Elves and some of the Dúnadain. They rode in a single file line as the path got narrower. Gandalf led the group; behind him were King Théoden and the Prince Théodred, along with Gambling. Next were, Aragorn; Legolas and Gimli coming up behind him. Éomer was after them and finally, the two twin sons of Elrond covering the rear.
Sound of merry laughter reached their ears after another long hour of riding. The sun was high within the sky by now; roughly, it was one in the afternoon. As the riders rode closer to the sound, a gasp lit the air and a young voice, slightly drunk and a wee bit high, sounded.
"Welcome, my Lords…"
The riders were finally in view of the one that held the voice and all looked at the sandy blonde Hobbit, standing apon the crumbled wall of Isengard, the home of Saruman the white, a mug, of what it seemed to be ale, in his hand. His other…A pipe full of pipe weed. Beside him, sitting on the wall, legs dangling down as he held the exact same things as the small one standing, was a brown haired being, slightly younger in appearance.
"…To Isengard!" The blonde shouted, a smile gracing his lips.
As the riders came to a halt, looking at the two beings, great huge smiles covered that of Legolas' and Aragorn's faces. Gimli growled and shouted at the two "You young rascals! A merry hunt you have led us one and now we find ya' feasting…" The Dwarf saw all the baskets of food spread around the two on the wall "…And smoking!" He exclaimed, finally noticing the pipe's in both of the beings hands.
"We are sitting on a field of victory enjoying a few well-earned comforts." The small brown haired one said from where he sat, shaking a piece of meat in his hand, waving it about as he then said "The salty pork is particularly good."
"Salty pork?" Gimli felt his taste bugs tingle at the two words; his mouth getting wet from the thought of tasting such a thing that he hadn't had in a very long time.
"Merry, Pippin, come down." Aragorn chuckled lightly, watching as the two hobbit's laughed at the Dwarf's expression when they had mentioned the one food Gimli loved most. The two small beings that had sent them on a wild rabbit chase, turned and picked up a few pieces of food, putting bread into their pockets as they went towards the destroyed stairs and ran towards them. The ranger dismounted Brego and Éomer did as well, watching as the two jumped on the future King, laughing and shouted cries of joy.
"Oh, it is so good to see you again, Strider!" Pippin laughed, small tears beginning to show in his eyes. The three soon fell to a crumpled heap on the ground.
Aragorn put both hands on either of the small Hobbits heads and smiled "It is very good to see you two as well." He sat up, Merry and Pippin following as he did. "Come…" The ranger stood then, the two Hobbit still copying his moves "…We have business with Saruman. Merry you shall ride with Éomer and…"
The future King of Gondor was interrupted when Merry shouted "Éomer!" running past him and towards the marshal of the Rohirrim. Aragorn sighed and continued in a low voice, smiling slightly "…And Pippin you will ride with me." He was thankful that Pippin had not run but the look in the Hobbit's eyes showed that he wanted too.
"It is good to see you again, young Merry." Éomer laughed as Merry jumped on him.
"And you as well!" Merry smiled, pulling away from Éomer and looking into the Man's eyes "I thank you once more for saving us from those Orcs and Uruks..."
Éomer raised his hand "You do not need to say anymore, young master Hobbit."
"Let us hurry." Gandalf spoke loudly, causing them all to face him. He was happy about seeing the two Hobbits again but he also wanting to get the information he wanted out from the traitorous Wizard quickly, before anything bad happens to him.
Aragorn and Éomer nodded and quickly helped the Hobbits onto their steeds, then also mounting behind them and once they were ready, they set out again. They were only a few steps away from being within the grounds of Isengard, now turned into a massive land full with water.
The horses of the riders step cautiously through the murky water that now covered the whole area of Isengard. The many pits that the Orcs had created, using them to toss trees into, were now full; the water from the dam had filled every single one. This made the horses fear of treading in the wrong place. They were slightly courage by their Lord, Shadowfax, who led the way with the re-born Wizard apon his back.
As the riders grew closer, many of the Ents that still lingered in Isengard saw them come but did not greet them. The orders they had received from Treebeard was to make sure the area would still be safe, making sure that no stray Orc had snuck away to return to Sauron with news about the Wizards failure. The dark Lord probably already knew of the Wizards defeat and Sauron would not be pleased.
"Hroom…" A voice brought the riders attentions, making all look at the great tree standing by the doors of Orthanc. "...Young Master Gandalf. I'm...Glad you have come." The great said, looking at the white rider as the group came to a stop before him.
"I believe everything went perfectly fine and you did not suffer many losses, Treebeard?" Gandalf asked the Ent.
"I have…Lost many friends, Incánus. Many…Of my kind have been burnt. It was to late…for me and my others to have saved them." The Shepard of the forest of Fangorn sighed, shaking his head sadly "Wood and water, stock and stone I can master. But there is a Wizard to manage here…" He turned and looked up at the very top of Orthanc "…Locked in his tower."
The sounds of wood creaking reached many ears. The wood from machines that had been working, were now slowly coming to their end. Birds no longer graced the skies except for some of Saruman's spies, the Crebain from Dunland.
"Can't we just have his head and be done with it?" Gimli broke the silence, only the twins and Théodred looked at the Dwarf sitting behind the Elven Prince's back.
"I am afraid it is not the simple…" Gandalf answered, glaring slightly at the Dwarf and then turning back to the top of black tower of Isengard. "So much like his father." The re-born Wizard thought as he remembered the time when he was with Thorin and company on their way to the lonely mountain, Erebor. "…Even a defeat Saruman is dangerous. We need him alive…We need him to talk."
"You have fought many wars and slain many men, Théoden King…" A voice boomed from above, making all, that weren't already looking, look at the very top of Orthanc, a figure clad in white robes, similar to the one's Gandalf wore, came forth. "…And made peace afterwards. Can we not take counsel together as we once did, my old friend?" Saruman the white had finally made his appearance, a wicked smile gracing his lips. "Can we not have peace, you and I?"
"We shall have peace." Théoden replied back in a small voice.
"Father?" Théodred questioned, his face one of disgust as he had heard the very words he did not want to hear come out of his father's and King's mouth. Surely his father would not let the Wizard get away with the cruel things he had done to their people? Slaughtering many that had lived peacefully lives in little villages within their country.
"We shall have peace…" The King repeated louder, looking directly into the Wizards eyes that were so far away from his "…When you answer for the burning of the Westfold and the children that lie dead there!" Saruman grasped his staff, anger slowly building within him as the King of Rohan gave his speech "We shall have peace when the lives of the soldiers whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg, are avenged!" Théoden was in rage, thoughts of the many reports about the children coming back to his mind along with the dead faces of many of his people, friends and family lying dead at the gates of Helms Deep. "When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows...We shall have peace."
"Gibbets and crows? Dotard!" The traitorous Istari snarled at the King. "A very fine speech for one who will see the ending of his days quicker than most!" He then turned his eyes apon the King's son "You!" The Wizard glared "It is indeed a miracle that you have lived, Prince Théodred. I was hoping to see the grieving King succumb to the emotion and pass away, leaving his people to ruin and death."
"My King would do not such a thing!" Théodred shouted back, his own anger beginning to boil dangerously inside him. He had always had a feeling about the Wizard, something deep down that told him to run while he still could. "Even if I was within the clouds, over watching my people, my King would've stood by his people no matter the circumstance. Grieving is a strong emotion but it would not lead my father to death!"
Éomer nodded his approval. His cousin was strong in mind but not in body. All his life the Prince had been weaker dew to the hard pregnancy his mother had gone through, causing him to come out early rather than late. Théodred had indeed been jealous that Éomer was stronger than him at arms training but that did nothing to hinder their relationship. The Prince accepted his weakness and took to book and maps instead, training s few times a week instead if daily.
"The perfect future that you all wish for, still hangs by a thread. Now tell me…" The Istari turned towards the other of his kind "…What do you want, Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess, the Key of Orthanc or the Key to Barad-dûr itself along with the crowns of the seven King's and the rods of the five Wizards!"
"Your treachery has already cost many lives, epically to those in Rohan." Gandalf replied calmly, not wanting to give into his anger like the King and Prince did. "Thousand more are now at risk but you can save them, Saruman." The white Wizard then began to speak the subject he had come to talk to the other Wizard about "You were deep within the enemy's counsel."
"So, you have come here for information?" Saruman questioned, a deep smile beginning to appear on his face once more "I have something for you." He held out his hand and quicker than any eye, including that of the Elves, a swirling black cloud appeared, taking the form of a large marble ball. Flames flickered within it; many colourers twisted and turned, memorizing all those that looked apon it.
Gandalf widened his eyes slightly but not so much that Saruman could see his shock. The two Hobbits both furrowed their brows at the ball, wondering what it was while all the others silently gasped. They did not expect the white Wizard to be in possession of one of the Palantir.
"Something festers in the heart of Middle-earth. Something that you have failed to see." The crazed Wizard smiled, his eyes wild as he could feel the swirls of cloud within the Palantir on the hand he was holding the marble seeing-stone in. "…But the great eye has seen it…" His cold eyes then took apon Legolas' form "…And I do think your Elf Prince has as well."
Gandalf turned to face Legolas, he could see the Prince had not wanted the Wizard to have said that one line for now, the re-born Wizard wanted to know what Sauron had seen and told the Prince within Legolas' mind.
Aragorn was a little surprised but not as much as the others, not including his twin brothers. Surely, Saruman could not have known about Legolas' fate and about him inhabiting the dark Lords soul if the Ring is destroyed? But then again, the white Wizard was cunning and Sauron could have told Saruman such a thing.
Legolas looked up at the Wizard with rage. Hatred burned into his eyes as he wanted to cut the smile from Saruman's mouth clean off. "Now, now, my little Prince…" A voice echoed within his mind and he cursed under his breath, fidgeting slightly on top of Arod.
"…Do not be so angry that I have told him. He had the right to know." Sauron smiled playfully, watching the hatred burn deeper in the Prince of Mirkwood's eyes. "He also knows something else but it is not the subject at hand that you know off. I have told him better news and I have foreseen the deaths of many! The dying faces of Men are such a joy to see. The madness of one Man can drive so many into grief."
"Before I forget…" The voice of the traitorous Wizard stopped Legolas from replying to the Lord of all shadows, making him put his full attention on him. "Do you wish to see your home?" The Istari's smile deepened when he saw the reaction the Prince gave, along with those of Elladan's and Elrohir's.
"What do you mean?" Elladan spoke up, once again stopping the Prince from answering the power-crazed Wizard. He and his twin brother moved their steeds closer towards their lifelong friend, wanting to add a bit of comfort.
"What do I mean? I mean what I mean, son of Elrond." Saruman laughed "Does the Prince of Mirkwood wish to see his home?"
Legolas couldn't find the strength to answer the Wizard. His hands were gripping Arod's mane tightly that the horse began to whimper, tossing his head weakly as he tried to see what was bothering his master. One of Legolas' hands left the mane of the white horse and many eyes were now apon his. The hand that had left, now made its way towards his head, his deep sea blue eyes were wide with fright as images flickered in his head.
It was burning.
Everything was burning.
Homes, flowers, trees and even people.
Precious lives that held a special place in his heart.
Legolas stood, standing in his father's halls, watching as the fire grew and grew. All his ears heard was the cracking of the wood from the tables that were slowly turning into ash. No cries from burning Elves, his people, could be heard. The heat from the flames finally hit him and Legolas ran. He ran to a door, closing his eyes and chanting slowly. He had to look for survivors. As the door opened, he ran in, shielding his eyes from the smoke as he did. Flames covered the entire area and he ran back out, chanting again, re-opening his eyes as the door shut.
He did the same thing for a few more doors but a few turned into more and more turned into everyone he came across. The Prince of the now burning forest of Mirkwood, lungs burned from the amount of smoke his was inhaling.
"It has to be a dream" He thought. He had never seen the trees burn before; only when lightening had struck one or two a couple of years ago. Soon he came to his father's room; he chanted the spell and the door opened. He ran in, looking from right to left. "It's just a dream." Everything was in flames and his father and his people and friends were nowhere to be found. Legolas then ran towards the plain stone wall that was located beside his father's bed, he chanting again, watching as the wall faded and he began to run down the long tunnel he knew so well from when he was an Elfling.
Legolas opened the gate, hissing slightly at its hot touch and his face fell, tears now shining in his eyes as he saw his father's and mother's secret garden in flames. "It's a dream." The flowers were burning and the two memorable that was there for his mother and grandfather were in flames, destroyed, no trace of recognition as they laid in a crumbled heap on the burning earth.
"Oi! Laddie, snap out of it!" Gimli shouted, shaking the Prince who rode in front of him. He could feel the blonde archer shake slightly, his hand gripping his face more tightly.
"What have you done!?" Elrohir and Elladan shouted together, feeling their friend's pain as they could practically feel the emotion coming out from their dear Prince and friend.
"Why, I have only showed his home." Saruman laughed at the pain the wood Elf was experiencing. "Do you wish to see your home too, sons of Elrond Peredhil?"
"It will only be lies that you will show us!" Elrohir shouted back.
"You may have ensnared Legolas but we are not so…"
"Weak?" Elladan was interrupted when the Wizard said the word he hated. "Come now. You all believe the Prince is weak. Just look at him. A simple lie about his father's precious forest in flames is enough to get such a reaction from him. I am surprised that my Lord has not even joined in yet."
"Come down, Saruman…" Gandalf shouted, slight anger within his voice "…And your life will be spared."
The once good Istari growled under his breath "Save your pity, Gandalf Greyhame, and your mercy. I have no use for such a thing!" He shouted, lifting his black staff off from the floor and then jerking it forward, sending a ball of flame down towards the group of riders. He heard the wails from the horses below and he smiled in satisfaction. However, his face immediately darkened, a slight fear grew within his cold eyes as he saw a clear barrier cover the riders, blocking the flaming ball as it finally hit them.
"Saruman…" Gandalf said, narrowing his eyes as the flaming ball and his clear shield disappeared. "…Your staff is broken."
As soon as the words were said, a burning within Saruman's hand began to grow. It became painful, almost as painful as being set on fire, left to run for hours as the flames never died. He looked at his black staff glow that slightest, a clear magic swirl circled it from the top to bottom and soon it disintegrated in his hand. The white Wizard watched as the ashes blew away with the winds. "How dare you!" He screamed down, not noticing the small figure that came up behind him, cowering slightly.
"Gríma?" Théodred questioned, furrowing his brow slightly when he saw the man next to the traitorous Wizard. He looked towards his father and saw anger burning more rapidly within him.
"So, this is where you have crawled to?" Éomer spoke now, growling as he saw the man that had him imprisoned, his cousin almost die at his orders and the one who had put a foul spell apon his King and Uncle so that the Wizard could rule over Edoras, completing the dark Lords plans. "You returned back to a power-crazed Wizard instead of trying to find a new life somewhere else? Do you have no mind, Gríma?"
Gríma's eyes fell sad as he heard what the Rohirrim marshal had to say about him. Spending the last week with the Istari had made the Man come to his senses. He had regretfully thought about the foul deeds he had done in order to gain power but he didn't receive any. Maybe it was because of the spell he placed on the King that had not worked or was it because the Wizard knew he was just a pawn on his board, waiting to be used and then kill by another, much stronger pawn?
"Get…Down…" Saruman turned at faced the once Man of Rohan, his eyes glaring dangerously at the Man as all the attention suddenly went to him "…Cur!" He yelled when Gríma didn't move, lifting his none injured hand and back-handed the Man across the face.
Gríma fell to the stone floor he and Saruman were on, a cry escaping his lips from the force of the hit. A hand went to his cheek, rubbing the pain that burned like a heated brander.
"Saruman!" Gandalf called, drawing the Wizard's attention "You were deep in the enemy's counsel. Tell us what you know!" He demanded. The knowledge that the white Istari knew was great. Sauron had told Saruman most likely all his plans, some may even fake.
"I will tell you nothing of the sort!" Saruman cried "You will all learn when war is apon you! When you all lie dead in the battle of the Pel…" The Wizard never finished his sentence as a white hot searing pain spread throughout his right shoulder blade. The Wizard never knew what had hit him as another pain spread throughout him, another after that and then another after that. Gasps escaped his mouth as the constant pain stabbed him repeatedly. His vision soon began to fade.
Legolas' cried out suddenly, notching his bow with one of his arrows and releasing it. They all watched as the arrow soared through the air and hit the once Man of Rohan straight in the heart.
"Gríma!" Théodred shouted, not noticing the looks he got from his father and cousin.
"He will need to be told about what has happened." Théoden thought sadly, watching as the Man fell back onto the stone, the arrow still protruding from his heart. None could have helped the Man now. He was going to bleed to death with no aid, whatsoever.
"It was…He was…He shouldn't have…" A stuttering voice made the King look towards the archer. "Sauron…He was…"
"Laddie, breathe for me!" Gimli shook Legolas' frame slightly, trying to draw the Prince out of the world he was in. "Come, Legolas, slow breaths."
They all turned their attention away from the Elf as they heard a thud. They saw the white Wizard impaled by one of his foul machines he had the Orcs build for the army he was to create. Pippin and Merry looked at the Wizard with disgust and horror. Such a death was gruesome in every way possible.
"Sauron…Was possessing Gríma."
I lied! I said I was going to finish writing I' tel' supëltíe, but I couldn't help myself ^^ Couldn't keep you all waiting now, could I? ;)I hope you have all liked the long first chapter :D Please expect more long one's for I hate doing small one's…Chapter's that is ;D
Things you need to know? ;o
1. When Aragorn says "Elves do have a kind nature but there are some tales that say otherwise." - Basically he his talking about the tales he had heard from when he was a child back in Imladris...About the first Kinslaying at Alqualondë.
2. Salty pork - Don't know Gimli's favourite food so it's now Salty pork...I don't really like pork ;o
3. Incánus- Remember this name from the first chapter of Nin-dethro hîn, mellon-nin? ;)
4. Chanting to open doors- It is said that Thranduil's palace has magic within it. Apparently, the doors can only be open with a spell the wood Elves only know.
Faramir: I finally get to be in more chapters! :D
Yeah, but you do nearly die, so…
Faramir: WHAT?! No, I don't wanna :'(
Well, you are going to, whether you like it or not, stupid ranger -.-
Faramir: Sophie, I get a feeling that you hate me? :(
Awww Faramir…How did you know?
Faramir: *Cries and hides in the closet*
Now he decides to go into the closet willingly?! I will never understand rangers… o.o'
Namarie!
