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Web Of Sorrow
by TigerBabe
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Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this fic is the annoying character of 'Tárion.' Dont sue and take him off me?
Authors Notes & Warnings: Very angst driven fic, deals with depression and suicidal thoughts. 'Tis difficult for me to write, as it's semi-autobiographical, so please dont flame me to complain that I dont know what I'm talking about or whatever, because I do know what I'm talking about. If you really do feel the need to flame me, have a look at my other fics, and flame one of them. It's now set in Lothlórien.
Extra Notes: This is going to be the last update for about a fortnight, as I'm off to Glasgow in... about 5 hours :D
I am so glad you're all still reading this, and that it's touching so many people; I thank you, very very much, and from the bottom of my heart! This is really helping me; I'm glad I decided to write it :)
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Chapter 10 - Facing the Nightmares
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Legolas was beginning to get annoyed with Aragorn - he'd been following his friend for the past hour or so, and still learnt nothing of his intentions - it was getting frustraiting!
He hadnt been able to listen in when Aragorn was talking to the other Elves due to the fact he had to keep out of ear shot, for if he could hear them, then they could hear him. The last person his human friend had spoken to seemed to have brought good news to the Ranger, whatever it may be, for Aragorn had took off at lightening speed, shouting thanks to the Elf he had spoken to. Legolas had problems keeping up with him, as it seemed Aragorn was quite intent on whatever it was that compelled him so.
Legolas was also getting annoyed with himself, for he hadnt been able to figure out what it was Aragorn was doing. He had guessed that it had something to do with himself, due to the way Aragorn had left; the way his eyes had bore into the back of his skull, and the way Aragorn had picked up his sword was enough to let him know that whatever he was doing involved Legolas.
Legolas jumped over another tree root that was threatening to halt his persuit. The Ranger was certianly a fast runner, but Legolas was just as fast - if not, faster.
Suddenly, Aragorn came to a halt by a tall tree, covered in silver vines that weaved their way up the trunk. Next to the tree sat an Elf; blonde, like most Elves in Lórien, but somewhat bigger than the average Elf.
The Elf at the foot of the tree looked up at Aragorn, allowing Legolas to get a good look of his face. Legolas swallowed hard to keep down the emotions threatening to spill out at any moment.
Tárion.
Aragorn's face was filled with fury, anger, and disgust. His very being oozed the need for revenge.
"You," Aragorn spat, as he drew his sword, "you disgust me. The very thought of you makes me sick to my stomach. You are not fit to call yourself an Elf, for you are more of an Orc than of one of these fair people."
Tárion smiled at him, a hint of humor in his eyes, "Your words do not trouble me," he said calmly.
"Maybe not," Aragorn whipped his sword around so it was under Tárion's chin, "But maybe this will."
Legolas suddenly jumped out from his hiding place, and shouted for Aragorn.
"Stop!" he shouted, "How *dare* you, Aragorn!" he cried at his friend.
Aragorn stared at Legolas in disbelief. "What's wrong?" he asked, unsure of why Legolas had stopped him.
"I do not need you to fight my own battles Aragorn; this is my problem, not yours! If he is to die, it is by my sword alone!" Legolas shouted at him, anger in his eyes; a sight rarely seen in Elven eyes.
Aragorn nodded, and lowered his sword from Tárion's neck. Tárion stood, and looked Legolas in the eye.
"Why Legolas, it's good to see you," Tárion said, a hint of learing in his voice.
Legolas's fury had still not disipated, though it had dimmed slightly.
"Tárion," Legolas started, "The suffering you have had me endure will be nothing compared to that which I shall do to you; believe me, I will make you pay threefold for what you have done to me." The tone of Legolas's voice was cold and spiteful. Aragorn was shocked to hear such words from the fair, and normally cheerful Elf; though he knew the years of suffering, and torture he had endured as a result of what had happened with Tárion were coming to the surface, and showing themselves at this time.
"What will you do to me Legolas?" Tárion asked, mocking in his voice, "Will you kill me? My, that does scare me!"
Legolas shook his head and looked at the ground, "No, I will not kill you," he then lifted his head and looked Tárion in the eye, "For I want you to live with your suffering, as I have," Legolas removed the dagger from his belt, and handed it to Aragorn, "Though," he said, "That will not stop me from hurting you." And with that, Legolas punched Tárion in the jaw, causing blood to spatter from the other Elf's mouth.
Tárion lifted his hand to his mouth, and wiped away the blood.
"You will regret that," Tárion said, his words dripping with venom.
Legolas moved toward him again to strike another punch, but Tárion had other ideas.
He turned, and fled.
"This is not over, Greenleaf!" he called as he ran though the woods.
"I do not doubt it," Legolas whispered, as he turned back to Aragorn.
"Are you okay?" his human friend asked him gently.
"I'll live," the Elf replied, a frown on his face, "Let us go back to camp, I have had enough 'fun' for today."
With that, Legolas and Aragorn turned and headed back through the forest. Both of their minds were focused on one thing; when would Tárion come back?
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TBC...
Web Of Sorrow
by TigerBabe
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Disclaimer: The only thing I own in this fic is the annoying character of 'Tárion.' Dont sue and take him off me?
Authors Notes & Warnings: Very angst driven fic, deals with depression and suicidal thoughts. 'Tis difficult for me to write, as it's semi-autobiographical, so please dont flame me to complain that I dont know what I'm talking about or whatever, because I do know what I'm talking about. If you really do feel the need to flame me, have a look at my other fics, and flame one of them. It's now set in Lothlórien.
Extra Notes: This is going to be the last update for about a fortnight, as I'm off to Glasgow in... about 5 hours :D
I am so glad you're all still reading this, and that it's touching so many people; I thank you, very very much, and from the bottom of my heart! This is really helping me; I'm glad I decided to write it :)
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Chapter 10 - Facing the Nightmares
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Legolas was beginning to get annoyed with Aragorn - he'd been following his friend for the past hour or so, and still learnt nothing of his intentions - it was getting frustraiting!
He hadnt been able to listen in when Aragorn was talking to the other Elves due to the fact he had to keep out of ear shot, for if he could hear them, then they could hear him. The last person his human friend had spoken to seemed to have brought good news to the Ranger, whatever it may be, for Aragorn had took off at lightening speed, shouting thanks to the Elf he had spoken to. Legolas had problems keeping up with him, as it seemed Aragorn was quite intent on whatever it was that compelled him so.
Legolas was also getting annoyed with himself, for he hadnt been able to figure out what it was Aragorn was doing. He had guessed that it had something to do with himself, due to the way Aragorn had left; the way his eyes had bore into the back of his skull, and the way Aragorn had picked up his sword was enough to let him know that whatever he was doing involved Legolas.
Legolas jumped over another tree root that was threatening to halt his persuit. The Ranger was certianly a fast runner, but Legolas was just as fast - if not, faster.
Suddenly, Aragorn came to a halt by a tall tree, covered in silver vines that weaved their way up the trunk. Next to the tree sat an Elf; blonde, like most Elves in Lórien, but somewhat bigger than the average Elf.
The Elf at the foot of the tree looked up at Aragorn, allowing Legolas to get a good look of his face. Legolas swallowed hard to keep down the emotions threatening to spill out at any moment.
Tárion.
Aragorn's face was filled with fury, anger, and disgust. His very being oozed the need for revenge.
"You," Aragorn spat, as he drew his sword, "you disgust me. The very thought of you makes me sick to my stomach. You are not fit to call yourself an Elf, for you are more of an Orc than of one of these fair people."
Tárion smiled at him, a hint of humor in his eyes, "Your words do not trouble me," he said calmly.
"Maybe not," Aragorn whipped his sword around so it was under Tárion's chin, "But maybe this will."
Legolas suddenly jumped out from his hiding place, and shouted for Aragorn.
"Stop!" he shouted, "How *dare* you, Aragorn!" he cried at his friend.
Aragorn stared at Legolas in disbelief. "What's wrong?" he asked, unsure of why Legolas had stopped him.
"I do not need you to fight my own battles Aragorn; this is my problem, not yours! If he is to die, it is by my sword alone!" Legolas shouted at him, anger in his eyes; a sight rarely seen in Elven eyes.
Aragorn nodded, and lowered his sword from Tárion's neck. Tárion stood, and looked Legolas in the eye.
"Why Legolas, it's good to see you," Tárion said, a hint of learing in his voice.
Legolas's fury had still not disipated, though it had dimmed slightly.
"Tárion," Legolas started, "The suffering you have had me endure will be nothing compared to that which I shall do to you; believe me, I will make you pay threefold for what you have done to me." The tone of Legolas's voice was cold and spiteful. Aragorn was shocked to hear such words from the fair, and normally cheerful Elf; though he knew the years of suffering, and torture he had endured as a result of what had happened with Tárion were coming to the surface, and showing themselves at this time.
"What will you do to me Legolas?" Tárion asked, mocking in his voice, "Will you kill me? My, that does scare me!"
Legolas shook his head and looked at the ground, "No, I will not kill you," he then lifted his head and looked Tárion in the eye, "For I want you to live with your suffering, as I have," Legolas removed the dagger from his belt, and handed it to Aragorn, "Though," he said, "That will not stop me from hurting you." And with that, Legolas punched Tárion in the jaw, causing blood to spatter from the other Elf's mouth.
Tárion lifted his hand to his mouth, and wiped away the blood.
"You will regret that," Tárion said, his words dripping with venom.
Legolas moved toward him again to strike another punch, but Tárion had other ideas.
He turned, and fled.
"This is not over, Greenleaf!" he called as he ran though the woods.
"I do not doubt it," Legolas whispered, as he turned back to Aragorn.
"Are you okay?" his human friend asked him gently.
"I'll live," the Elf replied, a frown on his face, "Let us go back to camp, I have had enough 'fun' for today."
With that, Legolas and Aragorn turned and headed back through the forest. Both of their minds were focused on one thing; when would Tárion come back?
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TBC...