Dire Needs: Chapter Six
Thank you for the reviews everyone!! :) I truly appreciate them.
Lady Lenna-- don't worry, there will be plenty angst. :)
the evil witch queen-- yeah, Harathiel is pretty much like that. And all you're nagging (well, two reviews, actually) about a girl villian can finally stop!! :)
cysne-- i wouldn't know, i don't have a DVD player. *sniff*
Author's Note: Okay, now we're back in the present.
For all other notes: See previous chapters.
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Chapter Six: Origins and Determination
The next morning, Eldarion woke up to the sound of voices outside. He got up and went to the balcony.
Harathiel and Legolas were preparing their horses. Harathiel's horse was jet black; Legolas' pure white with a slightly caramel-colored mane and tail. They were both packed, and had all their weapons. Elrond, Galadriel, Haldir, Aragorn and the twins were seeing them off.
Eldarion hurriedly put on pants and a sweater. He grabbed his boots and put them on as he was going. Miraculously, when he made it outside he was all ready.
"Where are you going?" He asked casually.
"We're going to find the dragon that attacked us last night," Harathiel replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
"Oh. Well, good luck."
Legolas smiled. "Thank you, Eldarion." Harathiel smiled at Eldarion, who smiled back. Harathiel couldn't help but notice how white his teeth were, and the dimples he had.
"Bye Green Ears," Elrohir said.
"Why it Green Ears your nickname?" Eldarion asked Legolas, curious.
Legolas smiled, and explained the origin of Green Ears.
*Flashback*
"Do you think your sister will be alright?" Elladan asked.
"I suppose. I don't know," Legolas replied.
"Well, we have to try and not think about it," Elrohir said.
Legolas nodded. "I guess you're right. Hey, guess what?"
"What?"
"I can here trees when they talk."
"Really?" Elladan asked, impressed. "Wow, most elves only start hearing the trees when they're older."
"I know," Legolas said.
"Your ears can hear the trees at a young age," Elrohir said slowly. "Perfect conditions for a nickname."
"Nickname?" Legolas asked, perplexed. He stopped walking. "What kind of a nickname?"
"Green Ears."
Elladan burst out laughing. "Good on Elrohir! Green Ears! Why didn't I think of that?"
*End flashback*
"So that's why you're called Green Ears?" Eldarion said.
Legolas nodded. "Kind of dumb, actually."
"You're dumb, Green Ears." Harathiel teased. "Come on, we don't have forever."
"All right, then," Legolas said. "Namaarie!" [Farewell]
"Namaarie!" They replied. Harathiel and Legolas took off.
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"So, what do you think would be the best route to Mordor?" Legolas asked.
"Not sure. I mean, it's not like I ever tried to go there. You were part of a group trying to get there, you tell me."
"Well, we could go West of the Misty Mountains for forty days, cross the Gap of Rohan, and go east to Mordor. Or we could go by the Pass of Carahdras. Which one sounds better to you?"
Harathiel sneered. "Oh, why not go by Caradhras? I miss all the snow," she replied sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Legolas."
"Fine."
They continued on the same path for most of the day, well into the evening. Until they made camp and settled in for the night, Harathiel and Legolas tried to ignore the sound of heavy beating wings high in the sky.
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*Later that night*
Harathiel woke up with a start. She looked around the camp. It wasn't where they stopped; they were in a small clearing in a forest. Yet the horses were sleeping, the fire was low, and Legolas was fast asleep. 'I thought he was supposed to guard?' she thought. She felt a stiffness in her legs. She got up and stretched, no longer tired. She felt a brief shiver run down her spine. She headed into the forest, hoping to find solice in the trees.
She didn't. If anything, she felt worse. Suddenly, a light flashed in front of her. Harathiel closed her eyes, and felt something holding her. She tried to break free, but couldn't.
She was dragged back to the clearing, where several other beings were holding Legolas, who was now awake. he was struggling as well. The strange light was dimmer here. She could see that the beings were tall and hooded. Their cloaks were a shiny black.
"Nice of you to join us," a voice said. An elf appeared from the shadow of a big oak tree.
The first thing Harathiel noticed about this elf was that it was female. She had very pale white skin, almost translucent. She had long, black hair, black lips, and the tips of her ears were black. But there was something about her eyes that looked familiar. They were a deep blue, and looked full of knowledge and curiousity.
"Who are you?" Harathiel asked.
"You will find out soon enough, when you join us." Her voice sounded familiar, too.
"Us?"
"Yes." A new, deep voice answered. "Us."
Three new figures immerged from the shadow. One was Sheaug, the dragon, who was looking at Harathiel in contempt. She tried not to look at his eyes. They were glowing red. The second person was hidden completely in the shadows, it's hood drawn. She directed her gaze to the other person. He was dressed in white, and wore a long hood that covered his face completely. He bore a long, black staff.
"What's the matter? You seem surprised," the person, who was male, said. He sounded strangely familiar to Harathiel. She suddenly realized who it was.
"N...no, it can't be."
"Oh, yes it can," he replied, grinning. He took out a long, crooked knife. "And so can this." He plunged the knife deep into Legolas' throat.
"NNNNNOOOOOO!!!" She screamed. Her voice echoed throughout the whole forest, and she could have sworn she saw several of the trees move. She moved forward, but it was like something invisible was restraining her, urging her to get a grip.
"You can't be! You can't do this! You're not real!"
"Oh, yes I am," he replied cruelly. "Let me prove it to you." He reached towards Harathiel, knife outstretched.
Harathiel kept struggling, but now it felt like hands were holding on to her. She heard a voice echoing in her mind, but ignored it.
"Why are you doing this?" She blurted out.
He paused. "I am taking back what is rightfully mine."
"What is yours?"
"This forest. This area of land. This world."
"The world does not belong to you!"
He smiled again. "We shall see." With that, he stabbed Harathiel through the heart.
Harathiel barely had time to scream before she couldn't breathe. But she was still able to scream. She was still alive.
She heard the voice inside her head again. It was Legolas.
"NO!" she yelled once more before closing her eyes. But instead of them being closed, her eyes were actually open, seeing a pair of worried eyes staring into her own. It was a dream.
"Harathiel," Legolas begged. "Harathiel, calm down!"
Harathiel took several deep breaths. Her chest hurt. Her eyes hurt.
"Legolas," she whimpered before collapsing into his open arms. She buried her head in his shoulder.
Legolas stroked the back of her head, soothing her. "It was just a dream."
"No Legolas," she whispered. "It was no dream."
"Then what was it?"
"I don't know. I think it has something to do with the pendant. And the dragon. I think it was the dragon. He was following us all day, and he probably put a spell on me the day we "met" without me knowing it."
"Harathiel," Legolas said seriously. He drew back and looked at Harathiel straight in the eyes. She was shivering. "I want you to tell me exactly what you saw."
"A clearing in a forest," she said. "I think it was Fangorn Forest. There were tall, hooded beings. A bright light. A female elf. The dragon. And..."
"And what?"
Harathiel didn't reply.
"And what, Harathiel? Or who? Tell me."
"Saruman."
TBC
Thank you for the reviews everyone!! :) I truly appreciate them.
Lady Lenna-- don't worry, there will be plenty angst. :)
the evil witch queen-- yeah, Harathiel is pretty much like that. And all you're nagging (well, two reviews, actually) about a girl villian can finally stop!! :)
cysne-- i wouldn't know, i don't have a DVD player. *sniff*
Author's Note: Okay, now we're back in the present.
For all other notes: See previous chapters.
************
Chapter Six: Origins and Determination
The next morning, Eldarion woke up to the sound of voices outside. He got up and went to the balcony.
Harathiel and Legolas were preparing their horses. Harathiel's horse was jet black; Legolas' pure white with a slightly caramel-colored mane and tail. They were both packed, and had all their weapons. Elrond, Galadriel, Haldir, Aragorn and the twins were seeing them off.
Eldarion hurriedly put on pants and a sweater. He grabbed his boots and put them on as he was going. Miraculously, when he made it outside he was all ready.
"Where are you going?" He asked casually.
"We're going to find the dragon that attacked us last night," Harathiel replied, her voice devoid of emotion.
"Oh. Well, good luck."
Legolas smiled. "Thank you, Eldarion." Harathiel smiled at Eldarion, who smiled back. Harathiel couldn't help but notice how white his teeth were, and the dimples he had.
"Bye Green Ears," Elrohir said.
"Why it Green Ears your nickname?" Eldarion asked Legolas, curious.
Legolas smiled, and explained the origin of Green Ears.
*Flashback*
"Do you think your sister will be alright?" Elladan asked.
"I suppose. I don't know," Legolas replied.
"Well, we have to try and not think about it," Elrohir said.
Legolas nodded. "I guess you're right. Hey, guess what?"
"What?"
"I can here trees when they talk."
"Really?" Elladan asked, impressed. "Wow, most elves only start hearing the trees when they're older."
"I know," Legolas said.
"Your ears can hear the trees at a young age," Elrohir said slowly. "Perfect conditions for a nickname."
"Nickname?" Legolas asked, perplexed. He stopped walking. "What kind of a nickname?"
"Green Ears."
Elladan burst out laughing. "Good on Elrohir! Green Ears! Why didn't I think of that?"
*End flashback*
"So that's why you're called Green Ears?" Eldarion said.
Legolas nodded. "Kind of dumb, actually."
"You're dumb, Green Ears." Harathiel teased. "Come on, we don't have forever."
"All right, then," Legolas said. "Namaarie!" [Farewell]
"Namaarie!" They replied. Harathiel and Legolas took off.
~~~~~~
"So, what do you think would be the best route to Mordor?" Legolas asked.
"Not sure. I mean, it's not like I ever tried to go there. You were part of a group trying to get there, you tell me."
"Well, we could go West of the Misty Mountains for forty days, cross the Gap of Rohan, and go east to Mordor. Or we could go by the Pass of Carahdras. Which one sounds better to you?"
Harathiel sneered. "Oh, why not go by Caradhras? I miss all the snow," she replied sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Legolas."
"Fine."
They continued on the same path for most of the day, well into the evening. Until they made camp and settled in for the night, Harathiel and Legolas tried to ignore the sound of heavy beating wings high in the sky.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Later that night*
Harathiel woke up with a start. She looked around the camp. It wasn't where they stopped; they were in a small clearing in a forest. Yet the horses were sleeping, the fire was low, and Legolas was fast asleep. 'I thought he was supposed to guard?' she thought. She felt a stiffness in her legs. She got up and stretched, no longer tired. She felt a brief shiver run down her spine. She headed into the forest, hoping to find solice in the trees.
She didn't. If anything, she felt worse. Suddenly, a light flashed in front of her. Harathiel closed her eyes, and felt something holding her. She tried to break free, but couldn't.
She was dragged back to the clearing, where several other beings were holding Legolas, who was now awake. he was struggling as well. The strange light was dimmer here. She could see that the beings were tall and hooded. Their cloaks were a shiny black.
"Nice of you to join us," a voice said. An elf appeared from the shadow of a big oak tree.
The first thing Harathiel noticed about this elf was that it was female. She had very pale white skin, almost translucent. She had long, black hair, black lips, and the tips of her ears were black. But there was something about her eyes that looked familiar. They were a deep blue, and looked full of knowledge and curiousity.
"Who are you?" Harathiel asked.
"You will find out soon enough, when you join us." Her voice sounded familiar, too.
"Us?"
"Yes." A new, deep voice answered. "Us."
Three new figures immerged from the shadow. One was Sheaug, the dragon, who was looking at Harathiel in contempt. She tried not to look at his eyes. They were glowing red. The second person was hidden completely in the shadows, it's hood drawn. She directed her gaze to the other person. He was dressed in white, and wore a long hood that covered his face completely. He bore a long, black staff.
"What's the matter? You seem surprised," the person, who was male, said. He sounded strangely familiar to Harathiel. She suddenly realized who it was.
"N...no, it can't be."
"Oh, yes it can," he replied, grinning. He took out a long, crooked knife. "And so can this." He plunged the knife deep into Legolas' throat.
"NNNNNOOOOOO!!!" She screamed. Her voice echoed throughout the whole forest, and she could have sworn she saw several of the trees move. She moved forward, but it was like something invisible was restraining her, urging her to get a grip.
"You can't be! You can't do this! You're not real!"
"Oh, yes I am," he replied cruelly. "Let me prove it to you." He reached towards Harathiel, knife outstretched.
Harathiel kept struggling, but now it felt like hands were holding on to her. She heard a voice echoing in her mind, but ignored it.
"Why are you doing this?" She blurted out.
He paused. "I am taking back what is rightfully mine."
"What is yours?"
"This forest. This area of land. This world."
"The world does not belong to you!"
He smiled again. "We shall see." With that, he stabbed Harathiel through the heart.
Harathiel barely had time to scream before she couldn't breathe. But she was still able to scream. She was still alive.
She heard the voice inside her head again. It was Legolas.
"NO!" she yelled once more before closing her eyes. But instead of them being closed, her eyes were actually open, seeing a pair of worried eyes staring into her own. It was a dream.
"Harathiel," Legolas begged. "Harathiel, calm down!"
Harathiel took several deep breaths. Her chest hurt. Her eyes hurt.
"Legolas," she whimpered before collapsing into his open arms. She buried her head in his shoulder.
Legolas stroked the back of her head, soothing her. "It was just a dream."
"No Legolas," she whispered. "It was no dream."
"Then what was it?"
"I don't know. I think it has something to do with the pendant. And the dragon. I think it was the dragon. He was following us all day, and he probably put a spell on me the day we "met" without me knowing it."
"Harathiel," Legolas said seriously. He drew back and looked at Harathiel straight in the eyes. She was shivering. "I want you to tell me exactly what you saw."
"A clearing in a forest," she said. "I think it was Fangorn Forest. There were tall, hooded beings. A bright light. A female elf. The dragon. And..."
"And what?"
Harathiel didn't reply.
"And what, Harathiel? Or who? Tell me."
"Saruman."
TBC