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Disclaimer: Based on a book by K.A. Applegate, with a twist. Also, duh, based on LOTR. Most characters do NOT belong to me... * Steals Legolas and Pippin * Hahaha! All mine! * Hears sirens outside * Sh**! Stupid FBI!!!! Oh and goody, goody, it's the FBI's friend, the CIA. AND some nerds from the copyright office! Just great.
Angst, angst, angst, and angst! Don't like it, don't read it! **** Chapter 1 ****
Legolas lifted his head from the tree trunk he had been resting on. He had heard Aragorn walking toward him. Legolas stood and picked up his small bow of Mirkwood; it was his turn to keep watch.
"Elves," Aragorn muttered. "It is impossible to surprise one."
"Why do you insist on trying, then?" Legolas said with a chuckle.
Aragorn merely sat down on the ground where Legolas had been resting moments before, without answering. He and Legolas turned their heads toward Pippin as the young hobbit gave a particularly loud snore. Gimli and Merry lay near him.
"Hobbits," Legolas said. "It is impossible to wake one."
"Or to suppress its appetite," Aragorn replied as Sam's stomach gave a growl. The hobbit rolled over a little, nearly crushing the hobbit he was laying next to.
Frodo growled involuntarily as Sam's arm fell on his face. He sleepily threw the arm off him and returned to sleep.
"I will wake Boromir in three hours," Legolas stated, and left to stand by the edge of the cliff. The Fellowship had found a decent campsite in the rolling hills off of Caradhras. Trees sheltered them from sight and the cliff gave them an accurate view of approaching enemies.
The grief of Gandalf's passing had not yet left the minds of any of the Fellowship, and Legolas doubted it would ever. He recalled the moment, tightening his hold on his wooden bow.
*~* Flashback *~*
"Fly, you fools," Gandalf had ordered, moments before releasing his hold on the bridge. He fell into the abyss, a figure lit up by the Balrog's glow, into death, into peril, into... mortals nor immortals knew not what lay beyond that point.
*~* End Flashback* ~*
Why had he let go? Frodo had asked that question to Aragorn only minutes from falling asleep.
Aragorn knew... and yet at the same moment did not. He left Frodo unanswered, and Frodo had fallen asleep with a troubled expression.
Legolas looked off the edge of the cliff with keen eyes. Below him lay a valley of rolling hills... and in the distance, a speck to mortal eyes, Lorien. It was still dark out, a long ways till dawn, and Legolas stared up at the stars.
"What interests you so about the stars?" A voice asked behind him.
Legolas turned around, unafraid. Behind him stood Boromir. Legolas turned back around.
"They are unusually dim. They are veiled; they seem to mourn for the death of our companion." Legolas said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You should be asleep. We are many leagues away from Lorien..."
Boromir stared a little, and then nodded. He looked up at the stars once before turning to leave... but he did not. Boromir turned back to Legolas. "Legolas, why do you never sleep? You haven't since Moria..."
"Something wills me to stay awake, to stay alert of the world. I sense that something is about to happen." Legolas stared out at the valley below him, watching a tree waver in the distance with keen eyes.
"Sense it? How do you sense it?" He asked, leaning onto a nearby tree trunk. His chainmail, which he rarely ever took off, clinked as it slid to the side.
"Some questions are meant to go unanswered, as the wise used to say. This is one of them, Boromir, Stewart of Gondor," Legolas said, wishing the human would return to the campsite. He turned back to Boromir, holding a steady gaze.
"I—Legolas!" He started, and interrupted himself with a shout. He pointed to a spot behind Legolas.
Legolas quickly fitted an arrow in his bow, faster than it took to blink, but it was far too late... the next thing he saw was darkness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Pah!" Legolas spat out a mouthful of water as he regained consciousness. His eyes were already open, so when he woke up he found that he had to blink off quite a bit of water.
"Legolas?" A voice said above him.
"What?!" He snapped. He was quite mad that someone had poured water over his head.
"Cease! I just wanted to know if you alright, mellon-nin."
Legolas blinked off the rest of the water and rubbed his eyes. Aragorn's face came into view. He sat up, hitting off the ranger's supportive hand. Legolas watched as the man stood up, holding out a hand.
"I can rise by myself!"
"Yes, of course, Legolas.... Are you feeling alright?" Aragorn asked.
"I'm FINE!" Legolas shouted.
"Aye," Aragorn backed away. "Legolas, do you know what happened?"
"No..." Legolas could not remember... He forced himself to remember *something*, anything.
"Boromir, would you care to tell him?" Aragorn asked, and another man came up behind him.
"Yes—"Boromir started.
"Well?!" Legolas glared.
"Well-yes,then-I do not really know. There was some kind of ball of light—"
"Just tell me!" Legolas snapped; he was getting very impatient.
"Legolas," Aragorn interrupted, "If there was anything wrong, you would tell me, mellon-nin...?"
"Why is that your business?!" Legolas hissed. He stood up. Aragorn took Legolas's shoulders in his arms.
"Legolas! What is wrong? You are in a terrible state," The man's face was troubled as he gazed at his elvish friend.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Legolas tried to shake Aragorn's arms off. He wouldn't let go. So, Legolas clenched his fist, and, in one fluid movement, slammed it into the ranger's face.
"I can do what I wish," Legolas laughed and walked into the woods, ignoring the stares behind him.
Boromir held Aragorn back as he began to advance into the woods. "Leave him," Boromir said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas walked into the clearing. Aragorn held a hand to his nose, which was bleeding, and Boromir, who was standing next to him, was holding Aragorn back from something.
"Leave him," Legolas heard Boromir say.
"Aragorn!" Legolas shouted. He looked around the clearing. The hobbits lay asleep with Gimli on the clearing floor. As if summoned, one of the hobbits grunted.
"Legolas?!" Aragorn asked, enraged. "What are you doing back so soon?"
"What are you talking about...?"
"Why did you punch me?"
"I never..." Tears began to form in Legolas's eyes. What was Aragorn talking about? He would never punch, let alone hurt him!
Boromir shook his head. "What is going on?"
Aragorn glared. "Something is not right here... you just went into the forest... How could you come in this way?"
Legolas cocked his head, a golden hair falling loose from where it had been sitting behind his pointed ear. "I woke up... I must have fallen asleep on my watch..."
"Will someone explain to me what is going on here?" A voice asked behind Aragorn.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas climbed a tree overlooking the clearing. But the strangest thing happened when he saw... himself... walking into the clearing. He jumped down from the tree. He heard, with his keen ears, his own voice, though he did not hold it.
He emerged into the clearing and cleared his throat audibly. "Will someone explain to me what is going on here?" Legolas glared at the two men and the exact image of himself.
"AH!" Boromir yelped and drew his sword, pointing it at Legolas... and then turned around... and pointed it at... Legolas.
"Two Legolas's?" Aragorn asked.
"You!" Legolas shouted at the Legolas standing closer to Aragorn. "That is my body. What are you doing with it?!"
The Legolas shrunk away and spoke in a small voice. "I—I do not know..."
"AH!" Gimli had awoken. "Two elves? Other than that, two elves exactly the same? What could fare worse for a dwarf? Perhaps I am still asleep?"
"And what is that supposed to mean?!" Legolas asked, turning on the dwarf, repeating the question he had asked minutes ago. He dropped his hand down to his waist, retrieving a dagger.
Smiling, he waved it at the dwarf. "Lower your weapon, Legolas," Aragorn spoke up.
"I do not have to listen to you," Legolas said defiantly, looking at Aragorn for a moment and, after a slight pause, turned back to the son of Gloin. Gimli reached for his axe, but Legolas was quicker. In one fluid, unconsciously graceful movement, Legolas moved closer and pressed the blade to the dwarf's neck.
"Legolas, what is the matter with you?" Boromir shouted.
Legolas turned around, an icy glare set upon his fair face. "*Nothing* is wrong with me! Why don't you ask *him*?" Legolas, keeping his dagger set on Gimli's neck, pointed at the other Legolas, who was now cowering on the forest floor.
Aragorn looked at the other Legolas. "There are two of you. – At this point Legolas grunted, whispering "How did you figure that out?" -- How?"
"I d-d-o n-n-n-ot kn-kn-ow?" Legolas whimpered.
"I- d-d-d-d-do not kn-kn-ow," The other Legolas, who had withdrawn his dagger, mocked. "Speak clearly! You embarrass elfkind!"
The cowering Legolas nodded. "What?" Aragorn shook his head. Legolas would not let another simply insult him so. Realization dawned on him. "The two Legolas's seem to have split personalities... one is aggressive, the other... well, not so aggressive."
"He is weak, that is what you mean," The aggressive Legolas said.
Aragorn ignored him and tried to sort everything out. "Boromir, tell me exactly what happened."
"There is not much to say, really. I woke up, for I could not sleep, and joined Legolas under the stars. Legolas told me that the stars were veiled—"Boromir was interrupted by the aggressive Legolas.
"Yes, yes, the stars are veiled. Get on with the tale!" Legolas grunted.
"I saw a ball of light coming from behind Legolas. It hit him, and as soon as it came, it left. I was blinded, temporarily, but soon I regained my consciousness and carried you here," Boromir pointed at Legolas.
"It all has to do with this light," Aragorn observed, "But what is this light?"
"Do you think I really know?" Legolas snapped.
"No, nor do I. But what I think what happened, is... is... you were split. Into two different people, though exactly the same. One is Legolas's aggressive, warrior side, the other Legolas's sympathy and kindness," Aragorn looked at the two in turn.
The clearing was silent. It was clear that is what happened, but who would believe it? And yet it was true. There were two Legolas's.
They stood there, silent, for quite a while. The sun began to rise. Still, no one spoke. One of the hobbits began to wake.
"Good morning, Frodo," Said Aragorn as the hobbit awoke. Frodo rubbed his eyes and opened them, spied the two Legolas's, and rubbed his eyes again. When they did not disappear, he shouted.
"Legolas, do you have a twin you never told us of?" Frodo asked, his blue eyes wide, his dark hair matted from a troubled sleep.
The nice Legolas shook his head. "Nay, Frodo, I have no twin; something odd has happened. We are the same Legolas, split in two... Aragorn could explain better than I."
"Frodo, wake up the other hobbits," Aragorn ordered. "Then I will explain."
Frodo stretched briefly and nodded, yawning. He turned to Samwise and woke him up. "I swear I didn't mean to, Gaffer!" Sam shouted and nearly pummeled Frodo in the process. Frodo chuckled and turned to wake up Merry and Pippin.
"I don't want to wake up yet," Merry said without opening his eyes.
"Me neither," Said Pippin with a huge yawn.
"Merry! Pippin! Up!" Aragorn said sternly. They did so with a jump.
As soon as Sam, Merry, and Pippin caught sight of what was going on, their jaws dropped. "There are two of you," Said Merry, awestruck.
Nice Legolas started to say yes, but the other said, "No. Your site is misplaced. There is actually only one of us and you are insane."
Aragorn ignored him and explained to the confused hobbits. They listened, their eyes widening with every sentence the ranger spoke. Finally, he finished.
"Finally! You take ages, Aragorn, and that is a long time considering I am used to long tales," Legolas mused.
Aragorn glared at the Legolas he was getting annoyed at. "We must leave for Lorien now, but how can we? Perhaps the Lady can help?"
"Maybe, but we must leave now lest we get captured by orcs or some other foul creature of Sauron," Said Boromir as he picked his shield up from its place on the ground.
"Then let us kill all of them," Said Aggressive Legolas. "Then there will *be* no problem of orcs." He picked up his bow, which Boromir had retrieved.
"Legolas's reckless side," Gimli whispered, shaking his head.
"You misjudge an elf's hearing, dwarf? Do you think I could not hear that?" Aggressive Legolas said in a voice of acid. "Do you want me to slit your throat? To perhaps hold your tongue?"
"Legolas," Aragorn hissed. Legolas laughed and dropped the subject.
The company packed up... almost forgetting the fact that they had nine companions again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* So.... Should I continue? Please tell! REVIEW, REVIEW, oh, and ya, REVIEW! Please no flames, but constructive criticism is wanted. I mean, "Your story sucks" is kinda harsh. But, oh well.
Ok, anyways, this will be an angst-filled story, up to the brim. Angst+me= be very disturbed, but I'll try my hardest. A math equation I always will fail.
Disclaimer: Based on a book by K.A. Applegate, with a twist. Also, duh, based on LOTR. Most characters do NOT belong to me... * Steals Legolas and Pippin * Hahaha! All mine! * Hears sirens outside * Sh**! Stupid FBI!!!! Oh and goody, goody, it's the FBI's friend, the CIA. AND some nerds from the copyright office! Just great.
Angst, angst, angst, and angst! Don't like it, don't read it! **** Chapter 1 ****
Legolas lifted his head from the tree trunk he had been resting on. He had heard Aragorn walking toward him. Legolas stood and picked up his small bow of Mirkwood; it was his turn to keep watch.
"Elves," Aragorn muttered. "It is impossible to surprise one."
"Why do you insist on trying, then?" Legolas said with a chuckle.
Aragorn merely sat down on the ground where Legolas had been resting moments before, without answering. He and Legolas turned their heads toward Pippin as the young hobbit gave a particularly loud snore. Gimli and Merry lay near him.
"Hobbits," Legolas said. "It is impossible to wake one."
"Or to suppress its appetite," Aragorn replied as Sam's stomach gave a growl. The hobbit rolled over a little, nearly crushing the hobbit he was laying next to.
Frodo growled involuntarily as Sam's arm fell on his face. He sleepily threw the arm off him and returned to sleep.
"I will wake Boromir in three hours," Legolas stated, and left to stand by the edge of the cliff. The Fellowship had found a decent campsite in the rolling hills off of Caradhras. Trees sheltered them from sight and the cliff gave them an accurate view of approaching enemies.
The grief of Gandalf's passing had not yet left the minds of any of the Fellowship, and Legolas doubted it would ever. He recalled the moment, tightening his hold on his wooden bow.
*~* Flashback *~*
"Fly, you fools," Gandalf had ordered, moments before releasing his hold on the bridge. He fell into the abyss, a figure lit up by the Balrog's glow, into death, into peril, into... mortals nor immortals knew not what lay beyond that point.
*~* End Flashback* ~*
Why had he let go? Frodo had asked that question to Aragorn only minutes from falling asleep.
Aragorn knew... and yet at the same moment did not. He left Frodo unanswered, and Frodo had fallen asleep with a troubled expression.
Legolas looked off the edge of the cliff with keen eyes. Below him lay a valley of rolling hills... and in the distance, a speck to mortal eyes, Lorien. It was still dark out, a long ways till dawn, and Legolas stared up at the stars.
"What interests you so about the stars?" A voice asked behind him.
Legolas turned around, unafraid. Behind him stood Boromir. Legolas turned back around.
"They are unusually dim. They are veiled; they seem to mourn for the death of our companion." Legolas said in a matter-of-fact tone. "You should be asleep. We are many leagues away from Lorien..."
Boromir stared a little, and then nodded. He looked up at the stars once before turning to leave... but he did not. Boromir turned back to Legolas. "Legolas, why do you never sleep? You haven't since Moria..."
"Something wills me to stay awake, to stay alert of the world. I sense that something is about to happen." Legolas stared out at the valley below him, watching a tree waver in the distance with keen eyes.
"Sense it? How do you sense it?" He asked, leaning onto a nearby tree trunk. His chainmail, which he rarely ever took off, clinked as it slid to the side.
"Some questions are meant to go unanswered, as the wise used to say. This is one of them, Boromir, Stewart of Gondor," Legolas said, wishing the human would return to the campsite. He turned back to Boromir, holding a steady gaze.
"I—Legolas!" He started, and interrupted himself with a shout. He pointed to a spot behind Legolas.
Legolas quickly fitted an arrow in his bow, faster than it took to blink, but it was far too late... the next thing he saw was darkness.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Pah!" Legolas spat out a mouthful of water as he regained consciousness. His eyes were already open, so when he woke up he found that he had to blink off quite a bit of water.
"Legolas?" A voice said above him.
"What?!" He snapped. He was quite mad that someone had poured water over his head.
"Cease! I just wanted to know if you alright, mellon-nin."
Legolas blinked off the rest of the water and rubbed his eyes. Aragorn's face came into view. He sat up, hitting off the ranger's supportive hand. Legolas watched as the man stood up, holding out a hand.
"I can rise by myself!"
"Yes, of course, Legolas.... Are you feeling alright?" Aragorn asked.
"I'm FINE!" Legolas shouted.
"Aye," Aragorn backed away. "Legolas, do you know what happened?"
"No..." Legolas could not remember... He forced himself to remember *something*, anything.
"Boromir, would you care to tell him?" Aragorn asked, and another man came up behind him.
"Yes—"Boromir started.
"Well?!" Legolas glared.
"Well-yes,then-I do not really know. There was some kind of ball of light—"
"Just tell me!" Legolas snapped; he was getting very impatient.
"Legolas," Aragorn interrupted, "If there was anything wrong, you would tell me, mellon-nin...?"
"Why is that your business?!" Legolas hissed. He stood up. Aragorn took Legolas's shoulders in his arms.
"Legolas! What is wrong? You are in a terrible state," The man's face was troubled as he gazed at his elvish friend.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Legolas tried to shake Aragorn's arms off. He wouldn't let go. So, Legolas clenched his fist, and, in one fluid movement, slammed it into the ranger's face.
"I can do what I wish," Legolas laughed and walked into the woods, ignoring the stares behind him.
Boromir held Aragorn back as he began to advance into the woods. "Leave him," Boromir said.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas walked into the clearing. Aragorn held a hand to his nose, which was bleeding, and Boromir, who was standing next to him, was holding Aragorn back from something.
"Leave him," Legolas heard Boromir say.
"Aragorn!" Legolas shouted. He looked around the clearing. The hobbits lay asleep with Gimli on the clearing floor. As if summoned, one of the hobbits grunted.
"Legolas?!" Aragorn asked, enraged. "What are you doing back so soon?"
"What are you talking about...?"
"Why did you punch me?"
"I never..." Tears began to form in Legolas's eyes. What was Aragorn talking about? He would never punch, let alone hurt him!
Boromir shook his head. "What is going on?"
Aragorn glared. "Something is not right here... you just went into the forest... How could you come in this way?"
Legolas cocked his head, a golden hair falling loose from where it had been sitting behind his pointed ear. "I woke up... I must have fallen asleep on my watch..."
"Will someone explain to me what is going on here?" A voice asked behind Aragorn.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas climbed a tree overlooking the clearing. But the strangest thing happened when he saw... himself... walking into the clearing. He jumped down from the tree. He heard, with his keen ears, his own voice, though he did not hold it.
He emerged into the clearing and cleared his throat audibly. "Will someone explain to me what is going on here?" Legolas glared at the two men and the exact image of himself.
"AH!" Boromir yelped and drew his sword, pointing it at Legolas... and then turned around... and pointed it at... Legolas.
"Two Legolas's?" Aragorn asked.
"You!" Legolas shouted at the Legolas standing closer to Aragorn. "That is my body. What are you doing with it?!"
The Legolas shrunk away and spoke in a small voice. "I—I do not know..."
"AH!" Gimli had awoken. "Two elves? Other than that, two elves exactly the same? What could fare worse for a dwarf? Perhaps I am still asleep?"
"And what is that supposed to mean?!" Legolas asked, turning on the dwarf, repeating the question he had asked minutes ago. He dropped his hand down to his waist, retrieving a dagger.
Smiling, he waved it at the dwarf. "Lower your weapon, Legolas," Aragorn spoke up.
"I do not have to listen to you," Legolas said defiantly, looking at Aragorn for a moment and, after a slight pause, turned back to the son of Gloin. Gimli reached for his axe, but Legolas was quicker. In one fluid, unconsciously graceful movement, Legolas moved closer and pressed the blade to the dwarf's neck.
"Legolas, what is the matter with you?" Boromir shouted.
Legolas turned around, an icy glare set upon his fair face. "*Nothing* is wrong with me! Why don't you ask *him*?" Legolas, keeping his dagger set on Gimli's neck, pointed at the other Legolas, who was now cowering on the forest floor.
Aragorn looked at the other Legolas. "There are two of you. – At this point Legolas grunted, whispering "How did you figure that out?" -- How?"
"I d-d-o n-n-n-ot kn-kn-ow?" Legolas whimpered.
"I- d-d-d-d-do not kn-kn-ow," The other Legolas, who had withdrawn his dagger, mocked. "Speak clearly! You embarrass elfkind!"
The cowering Legolas nodded. "What?" Aragorn shook his head. Legolas would not let another simply insult him so. Realization dawned on him. "The two Legolas's seem to have split personalities... one is aggressive, the other... well, not so aggressive."
"He is weak, that is what you mean," The aggressive Legolas said.
Aragorn ignored him and tried to sort everything out. "Boromir, tell me exactly what happened."
"There is not much to say, really. I woke up, for I could not sleep, and joined Legolas under the stars. Legolas told me that the stars were veiled—"Boromir was interrupted by the aggressive Legolas.
"Yes, yes, the stars are veiled. Get on with the tale!" Legolas grunted.
"I saw a ball of light coming from behind Legolas. It hit him, and as soon as it came, it left. I was blinded, temporarily, but soon I regained my consciousness and carried you here," Boromir pointed at Legolas.
"It all has to do with this light," Aragorn observed, "But what is this light?"
"Do you think I really know?" Legolas snapped.
"No, nor do I. But what I think what happened, is... is... you were split. Into two different people, though exactly the same. One is Legolas's aggressive, warrior side, the other Legolas's sympathy and kindness," Aragorn looked at the two in turn.
The clearing was silent. It was clear that is what happened, but who would believe it? And yet it was true. There were two Legolas's.
They stood there, silent, for quite a while. The sun began to rise. Still, no one spoke. One of the hobbits began to wake.
"Good morning, Frodo," Said Aragorn as the hobbit awoke. Frodo rubbed his eyes and opened them, spied the two Legolas's, and rubbed his eyes again. When they did not disappear, he shouted.
"Legolas, do you have a twin you never told us of?" Frodo asked, his blue eyes wide, his dark hair matted from a troubled sleep.
The nice Legolas shook his head. "Nay, Frodo, I have no twin; something odd has happened. We are the same Legolas, split in two... Aragorn could explain better than I."
"Frodo, wake up the other hobbits," Aragorn ordered. "Then I will explain."
Frodo stretched briefly and nodded, yawning. He turned to Samwise and woke him up. "I swear I didn't mean to, Gaffer!" Sam shouted and nearly pummeled Frodo in the process. Frodo chuckled and turned to wake up Merry and Pippin.
"I don't want to wake up yet," Merry said without opening his eyes.
"Me neither," Said Pippin with a huge yawn.
"Merry! Pippin! Up!" Aragorn said sternly. They did so with a jump.
As soon as Sam, Merry, and Pippin caught sight of what was going on, their jaws dropped. "There are two of you," Said Merry, awestruck.
Nice Legolas started to say yes, but the other said, "No. Your site is misplaced. There is actually only one of us and you are insane."
Aragorn ignored him and explained to the confused hobbits. They listened, their eyes widening with every sentence the ranger spoke. Finally, he finished.
"Finally! You take ages, Aragorn, and that is a long time considering I am used to long tales," Legolas mused.
Aragorn glared at the Legolas he was getting annoyed at. "We must leave for Lorien now, but how can we? Perhaps the Lady can help?"
"Maybe, but we must leave now lest we get captured by orcs or some other foul creature of Sauron," Said Boromir as he picked his shield up from its place on the ground.
"Then let us kill all of them," Said Aggressive Legolas. "Then there will *be* no problem of orcs." He picked up his bow, which Boromir had retrieved.
"Legolas's reckless side," Gimli whispered, shaking his head.
"You misjudge an elf's hearing, dwarf? Do you think I could not hear that?" Aggressive Legolas said in a voice of acid. "Do you want me to slit your throat? To perhaps hold your tongue?"
"Legolas," Aragorn hissed. Legolas laughed and dropped the subject.
The company packed up... almost forgetting the fact that they had nine companions again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* So.... Should I continue? Please tell! REVIEW, REVIEW, oh, and ya, REVIEW! Please no flames, but constructive criticism is wanted. I mean, "Your story sucks" is kinda harsh. But, oh well.
Ok, anyways, this will be an angst-filled story, up to the brim. Angst+me= be very disturbed, but I'll try my hardest. A math equation I always will fail.