Disclaimer: Alright, duh, I think we should all know by now that I DO NOT
OWN TOLKIEN'S CHARACTERS! Ahem, on with it.
A/N: Alright, I'm pissed off. I think that if you read this you'll gather that. Hope you have a strong stomach, because here we go!
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Legolas, Elf prince of Mirkwood, looked out from behind a large tree. Bow in hand, he was preparing to shoot at something in the clearing in front of him. The shadows danced across his iron brow, which was, at the moment, furrowed deep in concentration. Pulling back at the string, he let loose a flying arrow, and he heard a sickening THUD! As it peirced the flesh of the creature, and it fell to the ground.
Stepping out and walking over to examine the body of the thing, he discovered it to be a stray Orc. He looked back at the treeline, and shouted, "'tis alright, friends. It is dead."
Stepping out cautiously into the clearing came eight other figures. First came Gandalf the Grey, walking briskly in front of Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry, Aragorn, Gimli and last of all Boromir.
Legolas bent over the Orc and pulled out the protruding arrow, sending a cascade of blood down the breature's back, from where it had been lodged. Examining it, he found it to be still in good shape, so he cleaned off the tip and put it back in his quiver.
"Well done, friend," Aragorn said as he looked at the gaping hole in the Orc's back. "But we must move quickly. There is never just one Orc about."
The rest of the Fellowhip agreed with this, as they all packed up their things and hurried to catch up to Aragorn and Legolas who had already started walking. They on the other hand, were deep in conversation.
"I fear that this should be harder than originally perceived," said Legolas to Aragorn. "We do not know what this halfling is capable of. What if he betrays us?"
"You worry too much, Legolas. I see that he has not tried anything yet. We are closer to Mordor than you think. He will not betray us, I think."
Legolas took this in with great discomfort. Something about this hobbit seemed.off, strange, somehow. Yet instead of saying anything more, he closed up his mouth and mind along with it, and focused on the journeys ahead of him.
Already they had gone well past Rivendell, and after turning back from the pass of Caradhras, were about to enter the mines of Moria. A deep sense of foreboding filled the Elf as he looked up and saw the doorway. He thought to himself, we should not be here. Something is amiss. He watched as Gandalf pressed the top of his staff to the center of the lock, and muttered various words he thought might work to open the doors. Legolas turned away, and surveyed that vast lake which lay behind them. Something about this place seemed unnatural. He turned just in time to see Pippin and Merry throwing rocks out into the water. He was just about to go to stop them when Aragron appeared, grabbing their arms, and said quietly, "do not disturb these waters."
Legolas sighed heavily, wearily. Hobbits, as much fun as they were, did not make very good companions on a vicious journey, such as this. He walked over to the edge of the water, and looked out over it. He could see nothing but endless black. Better get used to it, he told himself, this is what you will face when we go through the mines. Suddenly he whirled around to see the doors of the mines swing open with a loud grating noise that made his soul want to scream.
Gandalf led them all inside, and placed a small crystal into his staff. The crystal lit up, to everyone's astonishment. But what was more astonishing was where they were: Legolas had been expecting a long tunnel, deserted, or perhaps a few torches lit on the walls, from what Gimli had told them. Yet they were standing in a vast chamber, unlit. He could not see anything yet, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.
Finally he could see around him, but it turned out that he might not have wanted to: bodies of dwarves, probably years dead, lay strew about with arrows protruding from some. He heard gasps from the others, and knelt down to take a closer look.
Pulling an arrow out of a skeleton, he looked at it carefully for a moment. With surprised disgust, he said "Goblins," and drew out his bow. Beside him Aragorn and Boromir had also drawn their weapons. Backing towards the doorway, he heard a small shreik of fear, and looked back to see Frodo being carried out of the mines by something in the water. Running quickly outside, he had time to see Aragorn cut off the tentacle, but also the rest of the flying, slimy limbs come bursting out of the water. Aiming his bow, he let lose another arrow, and it pierced the creature's thick hide, but alas, was not enough.
He watched in horror as the thing opened its gaping mouth and prepared to drop Frodo into it. But wait! Aragorn had cut off another of the tentacles, and Frodo dropped from the air. The creature pursued them as they ran frantically into the mines, and Legolas looked back at it, anger rising within him. One last shot he sent at it, and it pierced the creature's mouth, and as it came screaming in at them, its weight toppled over the interior of the doorway, and was crushed.
Gasping, Legolas tried to look around him, but to no reward. All was pitch blackness. Gathering his thoughts, he saw Gandalf light his staff again. Perfect. Now we are trapped, he thought to himself. I do not believe this.
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A/N: So how was that? Yes, I'm sorry I'm using the real story, but I'm doing it from another angle, I hope. So keep reading, because it gets better with time, as all things do!
A/N: Alright, I'm pissed off. I think that if you read this you'll gather that. Hope you have a strong stomach, because here we go!
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Legolas, Elf prince of Mirkwood, looked out from behind a large tree. Bow in hand, he was preparing to shoot at something in the clearing in front of him. The shadows danced across his iron brow, which was, at the moment, furrowed deep in concentration. Pulling back at the string, he let loose a flying arrow, and he heard a sickening THUD! As it peirced the flesh of the creature, and it fell to the ground.
Stepping out and walking over to examine the body of the thing, he discovered it to be a stray Orc. He looked back at the treeline, and shouted, "'tis alright, friends. It is dead."
Stepping out cautiously into the clearing came eight other figures. First came Gandalf the Grey, walking briskly in front of Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry, Aragorn, Gimli and last of all Boromir.
Legolas bent over the Orc and pulled out the protruding arrow, sending a cascade of blood down the breature's back, from where it had been lodged. Examining it, he found it to be still in good shape, so he cleaned off the tip and put it back in his quiver.
"Well done, friend," Aragorn said as he looked at the gaping hole in the Orc's back. "But we must move quickly. There is never just one Orc about."
The rest of the Fellowhip agreed with this, as they all packed up their things and hurried to catch up to Aragorn and Legolas who had already started walking. They on the other hand, were deep in conversation.
"I fear that this should be harder than originally perceived," said Legolas to Aragorn. "We do not know what this halfling is capable of. What if he betrays us?"
"You worry too much, Legolas. I see that he has not tried anything yet. We are closer to Mordor than you think. He will not betray us, I think."
Legolas took this in with great discomfort. Something about this hobbit seemed.off, strange, somehow. Yet instead of saying anything more, he closed up his mouth and mind along with it, and focused on the journeys ahead of him.
Already they had gone well past Rivendell, and after turning back from the pass of Caradhras, were about to enter the mines of Moria. A deep sense of foreboding filled the Elf as he looked up and saw the doorway. He thought to himself, we should not be here. Something is amiss. He watched as Gandalf pressed the top of his staff to the center of the lock, and muttered various words he thought might work to open the doors. Legolas turned away, and surveyed that vast lake which lay behind them. Something about this place seemed unnatural. He turned just in time to see Pippin and Merry throwing rocks out into the water. He was just about to go to stop them when Aragron appeared, grabbing their arms, and said quietly, "do not disturb these waters."
Legolas sighed heavily, wearily. Hobbits, as much fun as they were, did not make very good companions on a vicious journey, such as this. He walked over to the edge of the water, and looked out over it. He could see nothing but endless black. Better get used to it, he told himself, this is what you will face when we go through the mines. Suddenly he whirled around to see the doors of the mines swing open with a loud grating noise that made his soul want to scream.
Gandalf led them all inside, and placed a small crystal into his staff. The crystal lit up, to everyone's astonishment. But what was more astonishing was where they were: Legolas had been expecting a long tunnel, deserted, or perhaps a few torches lit on the walls, from what Gimli had told them. Yet they were standing in a vast chamber, unlit. He could not see anything yet, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room.
Finally he could see around him, but it turned out that he might not have wanted to: bodies of dwarves, probably years dead, lay strew about with arrows protruding from some. He heard gasps from the others, and knelt down to take a closer look.
Pulling an arrow out of a skeleton, he looked at it carefully for a moment. With surprised disgust, he said "Goblins," and drew out his bow. Beside him Aragorn and Boromir had also drawn their weapons. Backing towards the doorway, he heard a small shreik of fear, and looked back to see Frodo being carried out of the mines by something in the water. Running quickly outside, he had time to see Aragorn cut off the tentacle, but also the rest of the flying, slimy limbs come bursting out of the water. Aiming his bow, he let lose another arrow, and it pierced the creature's thick hide, but alas, was not enough.
He watched in horror as the thing opened its gaping mouth and prepared to drop Frodo into it. But wait! Aragorn had cut off another of the tentacles, and Frodo dropped from the air. The creature pursued them as they ran frantically into the mines, and Legolas looked back at it, anger rising within him. One last shot he sent at it, and it pierced the creature's mouth, and as it came screaming in at them, its weight toppled over the interior of the doorway, and was crushed.
Gasping, Legolas tried to look around him, but to no reward. All was pitch blackness. Gathering his thoughts, he saw Gandalf light his staff again. Perfect. Now we are trapped, he thought to himself. I do not believe this.
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A/N: So how was that? Yes, I'm sorry I'm using the real story, but I'm doing it from another angle, I hope. So keep reading, because it gets better with time, as all things do!