Saruman's Revenge.
Fiction Rating ; T.
Summary: The battle of helms deep may be over but Saruman does not give up so easily. He attempts to gain his revenge on the commander that bested him the only way he knows how: through stealth.
Disclaimer: Anything vaguely recognisable in this story belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and his heirs, and anybody else who owns copyright. I am not writing this fan fiction for gain but for personal enjoyment and no money is being gained from the publishing of this work.
A/N: phew, now that that's out the way, on with the story, I hope you enjoy it. The timeline is the night after the Battle of Helm Deep had been won, but they have not left to visit Treebeard. Any reviews, comments, and suggestions for improvement are more that welcome!
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In the uppermost window of Orthanc a light glimmered in the gloom, reflecting off the water at the feet of Treebeard. He looked up and sighed, though he did not mind helping Gandalf, and guarding Saruman for him he hated the feel of the dirty water on his feet. The filth of the wizard will not so easily be cleansed, and though the great tower stood alone in a field of ruin Treebeard still felt uneasy. He remembered Saruman from the ages past and never had the wizard given anything up with out a fight. The battle at Helms Deep may have been won but the control of the wizard was still great. Standing still in the water; Treebeard was worried.
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On an arch high above the water two hobbits slept fitfully. Their dreams were plagued with snatches of movement which they could not see to blend into a single shape, and laughter, at the streaks of red that appeared when the movement got too close.
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In a bed in a high tower deep inside the fortress of Helms Deep, Gimli woke with a start. Looking wildly around him he met the eyes of an equally frightened Legolas.
'Anything wrong laddie?' asked Gimli carefully.
Legolas' eyes if possible widened even more; he managed to stutter, without much preamble or explanation what he was talking about;
'I felt so… so good, I enjoyed it Gimli! How could I have enjoyed it?' Gimli however had just seen the same thing so could answer-
'Enjoyed killing him you mean? But it was only a dream.'
'How do know? You cannot know.'
'Legolas I had the same dream as you. Was I not in your dream? For you were in mine.'
'Yes you were. You were there with me; you helped me before I…I…' Legolas started sobbing.
'Before you took out a knife and plunged it into his abdomen. I saw him lie there in a pool of blood and die. And I laughed Legolas. How could I have laughed?' Gimli spoke quickly with disgust, needing to get the images out of his system. However telling Legolas did not seem to have helped. It just made it seem more real.
flashback
The high ceiling in the stone chamber echoed with a scream, and blood spread across the tiles. Gimli looked down at the dying man and laughed. 'May we never meet again, filth' he sneered, ignoring the accusation in the mans eyes,. Kicking the man hard in his wound and eliciting another scream, he slapped Legolas on the back, congratulating him, and with the Elf walked out of the room slamming the door behind him.
end flashback
Gimli shivered. Finally he diverted his attention to the object that Legolas was staring at with such absolute horror. He looked at it too and could not see what had so shocked Legolas. It was just an empty bed. And then it hit him, there should be someone in that bed, and it was then that Legolas spoke again:
'He isn't in his bed! Sweet Eru, what if it was not a dream? It felt so very real! I killed him Gimli, I killed my best friend!'
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I bet you all know who it is by now… but the question is… is he still alive? evil cackle you will just have to wait till the next chapter to find out!
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