Sorry I haven't posted in a few days. I meant to but then it was my birthday and I ran out of time and I've been really busy. So I'm writing this in my lunchbreak and there's going to be loads of typing mistakes because I can't stand these keyboards.
I just want to thank all of you who suggested Elf names for me. My Elf will not be called 'Happy!' :o). Anyway thanks a lot and I hope you enjoy Part four!
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Hasufel swiftly carried Aragorn and Gimli through the darkness on the trail of Legolas and Arod. Aragorn peered intently ahead trying to use all his skills as a Ranger to track his Elven friends. After long minutes had passed Hasufel slowed and whinnied into the darkness. After a moment and answering whinny came form out of the dark.
'That is Arod,'stated Gimli.
'Are you sure? This could be a trap. We do not know what has happened to Legolas.'
'we do not know that anything has happened to Legolas,' the dwarf countered, 'i have spent the last three years with Arod, I know his voice as well as I know the voice of the Elf who rides him.'
Gimli passed his latern forward to Aragon who liftd it high. The scenes of a battle were evident. Bodies of men were strewn over the ground pierced by familiar Elven arrows. they wore the armour of the Uruk-Hai and the King immediately recognised their garb as that of the cultists who had attacked Minas Tirith. As he turned Aragorn spotted the chesnut mount Legolas favoured noting that he was nuzzling a dark shape on the ground. Swiftly Aragorn dismounted and crossed to the steed.
'Easy Arod,' he soothed the horse, softly stroking his neck. Arod whinnied again and returned his attention to the bundle on the ground.
Aragorn looked down and gasped in sorrow and fear. Crumpled on the ground was the slender form of Legolas. His icy blue eyes were open but unseeing and his face was frozen in a mask of horror. Hastily Aragorn pushed Arod out of the way and called Gimli to his side. Gimli strode over to him expecting to find a still alive cultist. Horrified he gazed down at his best friend.
'Is he...?'
Aragorn brushed his fingers lightly under the jawline of his Elven friend. After a few moments his felt the quickly, light, brush of a pulse against his fingers.
'He is alive Gimli, but I do not know what has caused this in him.'
'....arrow....' the voice was hoarse and rasping, struggling to form the words he needed to say.
'Legolas?'
'...arrow.....poisoned....' the Elf gasped.
'When? Who by? why?' Gimli fired off questions to his stricken friend.
'.....Duredhel.....have....three.....days.....before....' The elf fell silent.
Aragorn picked up his friend and laid him in front of him on the back of Hasufel.
'Gimli?' He turned to the dwarf.
'I will bring back Arod. Our Elven friend would never forgive me if he were allowed to wander.'
Gimli called in Elvish to the horse who immediately walked to him. Aragorn looked amazed.
'Three years, Aragorn. Even I can pick up some Elvish in three years. Now make haste to Lady Arwen. i will see you there.'
Aragorn urged Hasufel into a gallop praying he was not too late.
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Short I know. But I'm writing this as I get ideas. Please R+R.
I just want to thank all of you who suggested Elf names for me. My Elf will not be called 'Happy!' :o). Anyway thanks a lot and I hope you enjoy Part four!
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Hasufel swiftly carried Aragorn and Gimli through the darkness on the trail of Legolas and Arod. Aragorn peered intently ahead trying to use all his skills as a Ranger to track his Elven friends. After long minutes had passed Hasufel slowed and whinnied into the darkness. After a moment and answering whinny came form out of the dark.
'That is Arod,'stated Gimli.
'Are you sure? This could be a trap. We do not know what has happened to Legolas.'
'we do not know that anything has happened to Legolas,' the dwarf countered, 'i have spent the last three years with Arod, I know his voice as well as I know the voice of the Elf who rides him.'
Gimli passed his latern forward to Aragon who liftd it high. The scenes of a battle were evident. Bodies of men were strewn over the ground pierced by familiar Elven arrows. they wore the armour of the Uruk-Hai and the King immediately recognised their garb as that of the cultists who had attacked Minas Tirith. As he turned Aragorn spotted the chesnut mount Legolas favoured noting that he was nuzzling a dark shape on the ground. Swiftly Aragorn dismounted and crossed to the steed.
'Easy Arod,' he soothed the horse, softly stroking his neck. Arod whinnied again and returned his attention to the bundle on the ground.
Aragorn looked down and gasped in sorrow and fear. Crumpled on the ground was the slender form of Legolas. His icy blue eyes were open but unseeing and his face was frozen in a mask of horror. Hastily Aragorn pushed Arod out of the way and called Gimli to his side. Gimli strode over to him expecting to find a still alive cultist. Horrified he gazed down at his best friend.
'Is he...?'
Aragorn brushed his fingers lightly under the jawline of his Elven friend. After a few moments his felt the quickly, light, brush of a pulse against his fingers.
'He is alive Gimli, but I do not know what has caused this in him.'
'....arrow....' the voice was hoarse and rasping, struggling to form the words he needed to say.
'Legolas?'
'...arrow.....poisoned....' the Elf gasped.
'When? Who by? why?' Gimli fired off questions to his stricken friend.
'.....Duredhel.....have....three.....days.....before....' The elf fell silent.
Aragorn picked up his friend and laid him in front of him on the back of Hasufel.
'Gimli?' He turned to the dwarf.
'I will bring back Arod. Our Elven friend would never forgive me if he were allowed to wander.'
Gimli called in Elvish to the horse who immediately walked to him. Aragorn looked amazed.
'Three years, Aragorn. Even I can pick up some Elvish in three years. Now make haste to Lady Arwen. i will see you there.'
Aragorn urged Hasufel into a gallop praying he was not too late.
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Short I know. But I'm writing this as I get ideas. Please R+R.