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Author: Relenquinix and Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
E-mail: Relenquinix@Yahoo.com and Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Warning: This is as far as it can go from the original LOTR, completely AU. Slash and Death of Oropher.
Summery: There are four Squad's of Elves who work to cleans the dimensions of orcs. Kind of hard to explain, but its about all of the Squads and how they get along and their war's. basically.
Author's Note: Me and Eddie are writing this together, she has the next chapter, but unless I can get her out of her studies it might be a while till its uploaded. If you see the next chapter, I succeeded. I don't care about my grade so I'll be working on story line and characters. This is NOT my kind of thing, Eddie's idea, her thing. Thank you.
~*~*~* Before *~*~*~
"Lets go!" Elrond shouted to the group there. "We need to get to Numina!"
"But from there where? After we get into that dimension we have a limited amount of time to chose the planet!" Oropher shouted in return.
"Every one, make your way to the capital on Aunway. Five days from now, if you are not there we'll assume you are dead." Gil-Galad shouted to the assembly.
"I agree." Celeborn added, "We'll be there."
*~*~*~
"General!" A sentry called out.
"Yes?" Oropher turned around and stared at the little Elfling before him.
"The orcs are almost here, they've discovered us." He answered.
"Shit!" Oropher cursed. "Get every thing we need packed, leave every thing else behind, now!" He responded running down the spiral stairs to his son and grandson.
"Thranduil, get ready now, the orcs have discovered us. You take Legolas and run, me and a few men will cover your retreat." Oropher barked out.
"Yes father, be careful though." Thranduil yelled behind his retreating form. He ran into the nursery where he picked up his seven year old son and a blanket. "Legolas, I need you to be very quite, no matter what happens, don't make a peep, some one might hear you and that could get some one killed. Ok?"
"Yes daddy." Legolas whispered nodding his head ecstatically.
They and a small group of elves ran as silent as they could down the halls and out into the awaiting forest. Oropher chose a group of five of them including himself and stayed behind at the edge of the forest for the others to get a good distance away.
Only a minute had past when an orc shot out from the bushes and attacked the party staying behind. Legolas saw his grandfather take a hit on his arm that started bleeding and he screamed for him.
The orcs turned and saw the retreating group and charged them. It had all happened fast, to fast. There where orcs every where, Thranduil fighting them away from him and his son the best he could, but was hit hard on the head and he fell unconscious.
The orc loomed over the boy and was about to strike but was stopped by Legolas' grandfather, the two of them fought viscously and Legolas watched enraptured by the elegant performance of the dance of survival put on by the two of them.
The orc was good, to good, its blade gutted the general, but Oropher cut its head off while it was occupied. He fell to his knees next to his son and grandson. "Thranduil, Thranduil! Wake up." He ordered.
"Wake up!" He screamed. Thranduil groggily opened his eyes and moaned. "Dad? Dad!" He perked up instantly after seeing the blood.
"I'm as good as dead. Get Legolas out of here!" Oropher ordered.
"I can't leave you here! You're wounded." Thranduil shot back.
"Make a choice, me or Legolas? I would chose my son over a father that is as good as dead!" Oropher yelled. "Get the boy to safety in Aunway!"
Thranduil picked up his silent, but tear-streaked son and ran, glancing back once before he broke out into a full race.
*~*~*~
(Three Days Later)
"It's your fault he's dead. You two made the plan's!" Thranduil shouted at Elrond and Gil-Galad.
"And you!" He eyed Celeborn, "You agreed, my father's dead and my son is scared for life because of you!"
"Oropher agreed as well, it was not just us!" Elrond shouted back.
"And besides all that, think! I loved him! Why the hell would I send him to his doom?" Gil-Galad whispered forcefully
"I don't care! That would not stop all people!" Thranduil stormed out of there, dislodging the door on his way.
*~*~*~
Author: Relenquinix and Edward Uwnhai Silverfang
E-mail: Relenquinix@Yahoo.com and Eddie_Uwnhai@Yahoo.com
Warning: This is as far as it can go from the original LOTR, completely AU. Slash and Death of Oropher.
Summery: There are four Squad's of Elves who work to cleans the dimensions of orcs. Kind of hard to explain, but its about all of the Squads and how they get along and their war's. basically.
Author's Note: Me and Eddie are writing this together, she has the next chapter, but unless I can get her out of her studies it might be a while till its uploaded. If you see the next chapter, I succeeded. I don't care about my grade so I'll be working on story line and characters. This is NOT my kind of thing, Eddie's idea, her thing. Thank you.
~*~*~* Before *~*~*~
"Lets go!" Elrond shouted to the group there. "We need to get to Numina!"
"But from there where? After we get into that dimension we have a limited amount of time to chose the planet!" Oropher shouted in return.
"Every one, make your way to the capital on Aunway. Five days from now, if you are not there we'll assume you are dead." Gil-Galad shouted to the assembly.
"I agree." Celeborn added, "We'll be there."
*~*~*~
"General!" A sentry called out.
"Yes?" Oropher turned around and stared at the little Elfling before him.
"The orcs are almost here, they've discovered us." He answered.
"Shit!" Oropher cursed. "Get every thing we need packed, leave every thing else behind, now!" He responded running down the spiral stairs to his son and grandson.
"Thranduil, get ready now, the orcs have discovered us. You take Legolas and run, me and a few men will cover your retreat." Oropher barked out.
"Yes father, be careful though." Thranduil yelled behind his retreating form. He ran into the nursery where he picked up his seven year old son and a blanket. "Legolas, I need you to be very quite, no matter what happens, don't make a peep, some one might hear you and that could get some one killed. Ok?"
"Yes daddy." Legolas whispered nodding his head ecstatically.
They and a small group of elves ran as silent as they could down the halls and out into the awaiting forest. Oropher chose a group of five of them including himself and stayed behind at the edge of the forest for the others to get a good distance away.
Only a minute had past when an orc shot out from the bushes and attacked the party staying behind. Legolas saw his grandfather take a hit on his arm that started bleeding and he screamed for him.
The orcs turned and saw the retreating group and charged them. It had all happened fast, to fast. There where orcs every where, Thranduil fighting them away from him and his son the best he could, but was hit hard on the head and he fell unconscious.
The orc loomed over the boy and was about to strike but was stopped by Legolas' grandfather, the two of them fought viscously and Legolas watched enraptured by the elegant performance of the dance of survival put on by the two of them.
The orc was good, to good, its blade gutted the general, but Oropher cut its head off while it was occupied. He fell to his knees next to his son and grandson. "Thranduil, Thranduil! Wake up." He ordered.
"Wake up!" He screamed. Thranduil groggily opened his eyes and moaned. "Dad? Dad!" He perked up instantly after seeing the blood.
"I'm as good as dead. Get Legolas out of here!" Oropher ordered.
"I can't leave you here! You're wounded." Thranduil shot back.
"Make a choice, me or Legolas? I would chose my son over a father that is as good as dead!" Oropher yelled. "Get the boy to safety in Aunway!"
Thranduil picked up his silent, but tear-streaked son and ran, glancing back once before he broke out into a full race.
*~*~*~
(Three Days Later)
"It's your fault he's dead. You two made the plan's!" Thranduil shouted at Elrond and Gil-Galad.
"And you!" He eyed Celeborn, "You agreed, my father's dead and my son is scared for life because of you!"
"Oropher agreed as well, it was not just us!" Elrond shouted back.
"And besides all that, think! I loved him! Why the hell would I send him to his doom?" Gil-Galad whispered forcefully
"I don't care! That would not stop all people!" Thranduil stormed out of there, dislodging the door on his way.
*~*~*~