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Not Mine
A/N:
hehehe... i love legolas.....
Legolas' Mistake
Part One
Legolas sat on the 15-meter high cliff, staring down at the band of people. He saw six of the nine heading off to bed. Frodo was nowhere to be seen.
"Where did he go?" Legolas wondered outloud.
"Where did who go?" a voice inquired from beside him.
Legolas jumped and turned to see Frodo. "You. Why aren't you in bed?"
"I came to ask you something."
"Hurry and ask so you may be off to sleep. We have alot of travelling ahead of us."
"The Shire isn't that far from here. It's only two days walk."
"Yes, well, your question?"
"Oh yes! Why is it that you have chosen to be up here on this cliff to watch camp? You have nobody to watch your back and there is a whole forest behind you!"
"If we were attacked, down there would be the place to do it. We are heading towards to cliff right? They wouldn't attack us head on."
"It makes sense, I suppose, but why wouldn't they attack us head on?"
"Because they are too few to face all of us at once. We could easily beat them. An attack at night from behind gives them the element of surprise, making it much easier for them to take us all down."
"What if they were just trying to get one person instead of us all?" Frodo asked, frightened.
"It couldn't be you because you will be down there with them."
"What if it is you?"
"Look Frodo, the only people about to attack us are Orcs, thieves or bandits. They only go after groups of people. They won't come after just one. Now, off to bed with you."
Frodo sighed, "Alright. Goodnight Legolas."
"Night Frodo."
Frodo left him and went back down to camp.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Frodo awoke in the dark just in time to hear a cry for help. He instantly jumped up out of his sleeping bag and looked up to see Legolas being overcome by a group of six bandits. Legolas fought some of them off, but to no avail. Frodo watched in horror as one of the bandits drew a short sword and stabbed Legolas. Legolas called out in agony, awakening the other six.
"Frodo..." Legolas whispered before he went limp, unconscious.
"LEGOLAS!!!!" Frodo screamed as he watched his friend being dragged away by the bandits. "You sons of bitches!" Frodo yelled in rage, "I'll kill you!" He stood and ran towards the cliff, unarmed.
"Frodo you idiot!" Aragon yelled at him. He ran after Frodo and grabbed him, holding him back.
"Let me go Aragon!" Frodo cried, "LET ME GO!!"
Frodo and Aragon dropped to the ground, Aragon holding the crying boy and rocking back and forth.
"It's okay Frodo," Aragon soothed, "Everything is gonna be okay..."
"No!" Frodo cried, "They took Legolas. They hurt him..." Frodo burst into more tears.
"Master Frodo!" Sam yelled, "What happened?! Are you okay?!"
"T-they took Legolas... they hurt him and took him away..."
~*~*~*~*~
"Hello my pretty..." he said to Legolas, "My pretty... are you ready? Are you ready for me...?"
"Who are you?" Legolas asked, rasping for breath.
"Nobody about to become a somebody."
Legolas could feel tearing flesh... nails digging into his back and naked thighs... and entrance... piercing pain... horrible piercing pain... He waited, burying his head in his folded arms and sobbing into them. Waiting... waiting for the fire to stop.
It seemed like hours before Legolas fell unconscious, shrowded in pain.
~*~*~*~*~
Horses. Yes, Frodo could hear them. Horses in the distance. Could it be the bandits returning Legolas to them? Frodo cursed for giving himself false hope.
There was a thud and all the horses rode off.
"Do you think it could be Legolas?!" Frodo asked.
"Maybe, let's go see."
The group ran into the forest and headed toward the possible elf.
A/N:
Whaddya think? sucks? rules? continue? give up writing entirely?
Not Mine
A/N:
hehehe... i love legolas.....
Legolas' Mistake
Part One
Legolas sat on the 15-meter high cliff, staring down at the band of people. He saw six of the nine heading off to bed. Frodo was nowhere to be seen.
"Where did he go?" Legolas wondered outloud.
"Where did who go?" a voice inquired from beside him.
Legolas jumped and turned to see Frodo. "You. Why aren't you in bed?"
"I came to ask you something."
"Hurry and ask so you may be off to sleep. We have alot of travelling ahead of us."
"The Shire isn't that far from here. It's only two days walk."
"Yes, well, your question?"
"Oh yes! Why is it that you have chosen to be up here on this cliff to watch camp? You have nobody to watch your back and there is a whole forest behind you!"
"If we were attacked, down there would be the place to do it. We are heading towards to cliff right? They wouldn't attack us head on."
"It makes sense, I suppose, but why wouldn't they attack us head on?"
"Because they are too few to face all of us at once. We could easily beat them. An attack at night from behind gives them the element of surprise, making it much easier for them to take us all down."
"What if they were just trying to get one person instead of us all?" Frodo asked, frightened.
"It couldn't be you because you will be down there with them."
"What if it is you?"
"Look Frodo, the only people about to attack us are Orcs, thieves or bandits. They only go after groups of people. They won't come after just one. Now, off to bed with you."
Frodo sighed, "Alright. Goodnight Legolas."
"Night Frodo."
Frodo left him and went back down to camp.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Frodo awoke in the dark just in time to hear a cry for help. He instantly jumped up out of his sleeping bag and looked up to see Legolas being overcome by a group of six bandits. Legolas fought some of them off, but to no avail. Frodo watched in horror as one of the bandits drew a short sword and stabbed Legolas. Legolas called out in agony, awakening the other six.
"Frodo..." Legolas whispered before he went limp, unconscious.
"LEGOLAS!!!!" Frodo screamed as he watched his friend being dragged away by the bandits. "You sons of bitches!" Frodo yelled in rage, "I'll kill you!" He stood and ran towards the cliff, unarmed.
"Frodo you idiot!" Aragon yelled at him. He ran after Frodo and grabbed him, holding him back.
"Let me go Aragon!" Frodo cried, "LET ME GO!!"
Frodo and Aragon dropped to the ground, Aragon holding the crying boy and rocking back and forth.
"It's okay Frodo," Aragon soothed, "Everything is gonna be okay..."
"No!" Frodo cried, "They took Legolas. They hurt him..." Frodo burst into more tears.
"Master Frodo!" Sam yelled, "What happened?! Are you okay?!"
"T-they took Legolas... they hurt him and took him away..."
~*~*~*~*~
"Hello my pretty..." he said to Legolas, "My pretty... are you ready? Are you ready for me...?"
"Who are you?" Legolas asked, rasping for breath.
"Nobody about to become a somebody."
Legolas could feel tearing flesh... nails digging into his back and naked thighs... and entrance... piercing pain... horrible piercing pain... He waited, burying his head in his folded arms and sobbing into them. Waiting... waiting for the fire to stop.
It seemed like hours before Legolas fell unconscious, shrowded in pain.
~*~*~*~*~
Horses. Yes, Frodo could hear them. Horses in the distance. Could it be the bandits returning Legolas to them? Frodo cursed for giving himself false hope.
There was a thud and all the horses rode off.
"Do you think it could be Legolas?!" Frodo asked.
"Maybe, let's go see."
The group ran into the forest and headed toward the possible elf.
A/N:
Whaddya think? sucks? rules? continue? give up writing entirely?