A/N: Well. I thought I would get more reviews than just from my sister.
sigh. oh well. Here's the next chapter anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings trilogy; they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
The Plan
Legolas sat for a while, waiting to see if his friends were coming. He had invited them to visit the other day and they replied saying they would both come today. Legolas smiled. T had been far too long since he had last seen Taranthuille and Ithillin. He missed them both terribly. He never knew the would become so close considering the way they met.
Taranthuille was an elven ranger, not unlike Aragorn. And aside from being an elf, he was very much the same as Aragorn. He spoke quietly all of the time, but that is because he never had a loud voice, and he lived wherever he saw fit. He could sleep in the middle of a field and not be disturbed by passers by. Most of the time he preferred being alone, but every once in a while he didn't mind visiting with friends. Upon receiving Legolas's invitation, he was quite eager to come along.
Ithillin's life was a much darker story, which can not be wholly told here. However, parts of it can be. Ithillin was born in Greenwood the Great but was kidnapped by a band of orcs wen he dared venture outside of the woods. In the darkness of Sauron's gaze, he was tortured and beaten for years. Finally, he lost all will to live and this is when he became an orc. Enraged at the world for not having to suffer as he did, he killed ruthlessly and was not afraid of anything. It had been many years before the Grey Pilgrim had freed Ithillin from his torment. Yes, Mithrandir, or Gandalf as Ithillin now calls him, had used his own magic to free many orcs from Sauron's keeping. Upon regaining his sanity and his memories of calmer days, Ithillin immediately rode for his home. When he finally returned to Mirkwood, as it was now called, he found he could not enter due to giant spiders, which pursued him mercilessly. Legolas had slain those spiders and befriended Ithillin. They have been greatest of friends ever since. It is not surprising then, that Ithillin had managed to arrive before Legolas and jump out from behind the tree to scare him.
"Ha!" Ithillin cried loudly, jumping out from behind the great tree.
"Aiya!" Legolas cried in shock as he sprang forward and tumbled onto the grass.
"Legolas! What took you so long to arrive? I have been waiting for.well. not that long I suppose. Anyway, what are you thinking of doing that's gotten you so high strung?" Ithillin asked while grinning with only one side of his mouth.
"My father has some wine from the first age in his cellar, Ithillin. I have been busy lately, checking the manner in which he keeps them. There is only one bottle and it is covered with dust. I plan to try some. but I'll need your help." Legolas smiled.
"You'll never manage to do it alone! I'm glad you invited me!" Ithillin yelped. "Even so. what good is my help without someone to distract your father?"
"That has already been taken care of. I have a dwarven friend named Gimli, who has constructed a secret back entrance to my father's wine cellar. It is perfectly concealed. I'll show it to you once Taranthuille arrives." Legolas said.
"Taranthuille? Well. you certainly have this planned out." Ithillin smirked.
"I need your help just as much as I need his, Ithillin. This is going to be perfect." Legolas grinned.
"What is going to be perfect?" a serious voice asked. Legolas and Ithillin turned in shock. Taranthuille, who had been up in the tree the entire time, was now hanging by his legs from one great branch with an amused look on his face. "You two are priceless. Those faces couldn't be more terrified." Taranthuille laughed. Then, in a mocking voice, he added. "Oh no! It must be one of those awful spiders!"
"Oh, come down here, Taranthuille. Have you heard everything?" Ithillin hissed.
"Yes. And I must add that if this back entrance is so perfect than why do any of us need to distract your father, Legolas? Why don't we all enter together and take what you're after?" Taranthuille said, dropping down from the branch and landing on a pile of moss.
"I suppose we could. but what if my father hears us?" Legolas asked. His plan of his seemed to be getting more complicated with each passing moment.
"He won't hear us. We'll be in and out long before he even suspects we're even near his old wine." Ithillin said, his right hand twitching in eagerness.
"Once a thief, eh, Ithillin?" Legolas said sinisterly.
"Hey, this was your idea, Legolas. You just invited me because you're to afraid to do it yourself." Ithillin smirked.
"I suggest that if we're going to do anything at all, we do it soon." Taranthuille interrupted.
"Then let's get going." Legolas smiled.
A/N: Chapter two for you! How was it?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Lord of the Rings trilogy; they belong to J.R.R. Tolkien.
The Plan
Legolas sat for a while, waiting to see if his friends were coming. He had invited them to visit the other day and they replied saying they would both come today. Legolas smiled. T had been far too long since he had last seen Taranthuille and Ithillin. He missed them both terribly. He never knew the would become so close considering the way they met.
Taranthuille was an elven ranger, not unlike Aragorn. And aside from being an elf, he was very much the same as Aragorn. He spoke quietly all of the time, but that is because he never had a loud voice, and he lived wherever he saw fit. He could sleep in the middle of a field and not be disturbed by passers by. Most of the time he preferred being alone, but every once in a while he didn't mind visiting with friends. Upon receiving Legolas's invitation, he was quite eager to come along.
Ithillin's life was a much darker story, which can not be wholly told here. However, parts of it can be. Ithillin was born in Greenwood the Great but was kidnapped by a band of orcs wen he dared venture outside of the woods. In the darkness of Sauron's gaze, he was tortured and beaten for years. Finally, he lost all will to live and this is when he became an orc. Enraged at the world for not having to suffer as he did, he killed ruthlessly and was not afraid of anything. It had been many years before the Grey Pilgrim had freed Ithillin from his torment. Yes, Mithrandir, or Gandalf as Ithillin now calls him, had used his own magic to free many orcs from Sauron's keeping. Upon regaining his sanity and his memories of calmer days, Ithillin immediately rode for his home. When he finally returned to Mirkwood, as it was now called, he found he could not enter due to giant spiders, which pursued him mercilessly. Legolas had slain those spiders and befriended Ithillin. They have been greatest of friends ever since. It is not surprising then, that Ithillin had managed to arrive before Legolas and jump out from behind the tree to scare him.
"Ha!" Ithillin cried loudly, jumping out from behind the great tree.
"Aiya!" Legolas cried in shock as he sprang forward and tumbled onto the grass.
"Legolas! What took you so long to arrive? I have been waiting for.well. not that long I suppose. Anyway, what are you thinking of doing that's gotten you so high strung?" Ithillin asked while grinning with only one side of his mouth.
"My father has some wine from the first age in his cellar, Ithillin. I have been busy lately, checking the manner in which he keeps them. There is only one bottle and it is covered with dust. I plan to try some. but I'll need your help." Legolas smiled.
"You'll never manage to do it alone! I'm glad you invited me!" Ithillin yelped. "Even so. what good is my help without someone to distract your father?"
"That has already been taken care of. I have a dwarven friend named Gimli, who has constructed a secret back entrance to my father's wine cellar. It is perfectly concealed. I'll show it to you once Taranthuille arrives." Legolas said.
"Taranthuille? Well. you certainly have this planned out." Ithillin smirked.
"I need your help just as much as I need his, Ithillin. This is going to be perfect." Legolas grinned.
"What is going to be perfect?" a serious voice asked. Legolas and Ithillin turned in shock. Taranthuille, who had been up in the tree the entire time, was now hanging by his legs from one great branch with an amused look on his face. "You two are priceless. Those faces couldn't be more terrified." Taranthuille laughed. Then, in a mocking voice, he added. "Oh no! It must be one of those awful spiders!"
"Oh, come down here, Taranthuille. Have you heard everything?" Ithillin hissed.
"Yes. And I must add that if this back entrance is so perfect than why do any of us need to distract your father, Legolas? Why don't we all enter together and take what you're after?" Taranthuille said, dropping down from the branch and landing on a pile of moss.
"I suppose we could. but what if my father hears us?" Legolas asked. His plan of his seemed to be getting more complicated with each passing moment.
"He won't hear us. We'll be in and out long before he even suspects we're even near his old wine." Ithillin said, his right hand twitching in eagerness.
"Once a thief, eh, Ithillin?" Legolas said sinisterly.
"Hey, this was your idea, Legolas. You just invited me because you're to afraid to do it yourself." Ithillin smirked.
"I suggest that if we're going to do anything at all, we do it soon." Taranthuille interrupted.
"Then let's get going." Legolas smiled.
A/N: Chapter two for you! How was it?