Disclaimer: Everything here belongs to Tolkien and his people (New Line Cinema, I guess). I'm not earning money, I don't own these characters (oh boy, I wish I did, man) and I haven't gotten anything to say about this matter. Oh yes, one last thing! Thanx soooo much for casting such great actors that fit the parts sooo perfectly! Uh and Mr Jackson, could u please direct star wars episode 3?
NOTE: This is an A/A story, and if it might seem more like A/L or ARW/L at first, it's not. Story was written with the people playing Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas and Elrond in mind. In other words, I mean the people in this fic to look like the people in the movies. Sorry anti-lotr-movie-ists and anti-liv tyler-as-arwen-ists
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They were surrounded. Surrounded by the stinking, ugly, foul creatures called orcs. Creatures that knew no pity or moral. Creatures that despised sunlight. Creatures who once were elves. Once.
Legolas, Prince Of Mirkwood, felt for that for the first time in ages he was starting to be afraid. He knew that his mortal friends were afraid quite often. But elves….elves hardly ever were afraid…
Next to him, Aragorn recoiled. His sword was grasped tightly in his hands, and his knuckles were white. His face was pale and stained with dirt and crimson orc blood. Sweat was running down his forehead. And still he appeared fierce. "this is bad…" mumbled Aragorn "As bad as it gets…"
"We've had worse" Legolas responded. He knew he wasn't being very truthful. He and Aragorn were both weary, and all of the elven arrows had been spent. And the orcs, instead of becoming less, seemed to be multiplying. "What are we waiting for, then?" Aragorn asked before he took a deep breath and said: "before we go slaughtering these orcs, Legolas, I want you to promise me that if you survive and I am slain, you shall go back to Rivendell and tell Elrond and Arwen that I have perished here in Mordor. And tell Arwen…tell Arwen how much I love her" Aragorn seemed close to tears "Aragorn, my friend, you won't die here, do you hear me?" but Aragorn ignored him. Before they knew it, the orcs were slashing towards them, yelling their foul speech to one another and brandishing their swords. Aragorn roared and dug his sword deep into an orc's chest, before cutting the head off another. Orc blood was splattering everything, as Legolas as Aragorn fought their way through the mass of aggressive orcs. Suddenly one of the tallest of the creatures came bounding towards Aragorn, who ducked just in time, escaping the heavy blow of an axe. Aragorn steadied himself, slashing his sword fiercely at the orc who, after several minutes of fighting, fell to the floor in a pathetic heap. Aragorn just stood there, for a moment, gasping for breath. That was when the arrow hit him. Shot by some deadly foe, it hit Aragorn hard in the chest. For two seconds Aragorn stood still, as if he was trying to realize what had just happened. Then he keeled over, onto the ground, where he lay motionless. At first Legolas didn't notice what had happened. Then a cry of despair escaped him. He rushed to his friends side, and while he ran tears streamed down his cheeks. Aragorn looked at him with weary eyes "Do as I told you, Legolas, go back to Rivendell…" - "No, Aragorn…you aren't going to die now, do you hear me?" legolas said desperately "Not yet…Not here…Not right now…" For a moment he had forgotten the orcs swarming around them. They came closer, their swords raised, ready to strike anything that came in their way. Suddenly all strength left Legolas and he wearily dropped his Bow. The orcs looked surprised at first and started nervously whispering about, as though thinking the elf was playing a nasty trick. Finally one of them came towards Legolas, ordering him to stand up. The elf stood up, though he still was weary from sorrow and battle. An orc bound Legolas' hands and pushed him forward. Slowly the they started moving, leaving Aragorn's body behind.
After a few miles of walking steadily northward, Legolas slowly felt a strange kind of angry power come to him. Suddenly he smashed his fists into the face of the orc guarding him. Then, like a flash of lightning, he grabbed the orc's sword and tore the ropes binding his hands, before chopping the head of another orc. Then he ran. He ran faster than he had ever run before, back to the place where they had left Aragorn. But Aragorn was gone. The footprints of the orcs still were there, and a puddle of blood marked the place where Aragorn had lain. But Aragorn himself was no longer there. Tears poured from his eyes, Legolas finally turned around, heading northwest, towards Rivendell.
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Night was slowly falling down on Rivendell when Legolas finally reached his goal. His face was still marked by grime and sorrow when he wearily stumbled into the House Of Lord Elrond. Elrond was sitting in his library, as Legolas staggered into the room. The elven Lord jumped p from his seat and rushed towards Legolas, who was desperately trying not to faint. "Legolas, what-" Elrond asked before being interrupted by Legolas "it's Aragorn, My Lord" the words brought tears back to Legolas's eyes "he was slain…slain by orcs, back in mordor…"
Elrond turned away, and Legolas was not surprised to see that he was crying, too. Legolas understood, for Aragorn and Elrond had been as close as father and son.
Both elves stood silently for a moment, then Elrond spoke "does my daughter know?" Legolas shook his head "I promised Aragorn I would tell her. And I will." With that he turned and left the room.
Arwen was walking in the forests of Rivendell, the very place where she had first met Aragorn. Legolas wished he wouldn't have to tell about Aragorn and destroy her happiness. But he had to. At that moment Arwen turned towards him and smiled "What brings you here, Legolas?" Legolas didn't answer, he stood silently, until Arwen asked "what's wrong?" Legolas drew a shaky breath. "It's Aragorn…" -"Aragorn?" Arwen repeated "What about him? He's…he's not…not hurt… is he?" Legolas shook his head and looked at the ground "Worse…He is dead" Arwen gasped "He told me to" Legolas choked back a sob "He told me to tell you that he loves you…" Then he looked at Arwen. Even though his eyes were filled with tears, he could see that she was traumatized "Please Legolas… tell me you are lying…" she said desperately. Legolas buried his face in his arms and wept "Oh Arwen…I wish I was…" Arwen stood still, her expression stunned "No…it can't be" she whispered "It can't be" she cried once more, before she turned around and ran off into the night
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