Rightyo. I'm writing this pretty slowly because I have a lot of schoolwork to do. The dreaded GCSE's are upon me..... (I'd rather face a Balrog than 11 exams personally but...) :o) I'm kinda tired right now because I was up til 3:00am the other night listening to the LOTR soundtrack and talking about same.... (Birthday sleepover!) Oh and speaking of GCSE's I get to do an English essay on the ambiguity of Gollum which should be kinda cool. (I get to write fic and look and websites and claim it's all in the interests of research) ;o) So thanks Tolkien. I might get a good grade thanks to you....
Just also want to publicly apologize to my friend Sophie for frequently asking her 'Have you finished Return Of The King?' and then hopping round going 'Hurry up. HURRY UP!' or 'I want to talk to someone about the ending...oh, that kinda surprised me...drat I can't tell you!' :-P Sorry. But you have to finish it Sophie!
Characters aren't mine 'cept Gilgolas, Duredhel and. . . no I think that's it.
Thanks for all the reviews as well. :o) Oh I is a happy bunny.
Will get on. Have got writers block. Is starting to show.
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Aragorn urged Hasufel across the country at a pace he had never before thought a horse capable of achieving. Hasufel seemed to sense the urgency of his mission and ran like the wind to Edoras the city of the Rohan. On arriving Aragorn insisted on being taken immediately to see the Elf- Lord Elrond. His father in law and one of the greatest Elven healers of the age.
'Lord Elrond I have come to ask for your assistance.'
'Lord Aragorn? In what way can I help you?'
'A resistance group, loyal still to Sauron and Saruman have shot Legolas and he has been poisoned.'
'He is an Elf. He should heal quickly should he not?'
'One Elf, Gilgolas of Mirkwood has already fallen to the poison within three days. We fear the same may happen to Legolas if you cannot help him.'
'When did this happen Aragorn?'
'Some thirty hours ago, my Lord.'
Elrond looked concerned then nodded shortly.
'I will come.'
Aragorn nodded then paused,
'Lord Elrond you should know, Legolas believes that Duredhel was the perpetrator of the attack.'
'Impossible,' the Elf Lord said shortly, 'Duredhel is a myth. Legolas has been poisoned, he is only saying what he thinks he saw.'
'Nonetheless Lord Elrond, he was very insistent, and lucid enough to inform us on the speed of the poison. I would not dismiss his thoughts so lightly, strange deeds have come to pass recently, there is no telling whether this may be another.'
Theoden lent them speedy horses and soon the were on there way back to Minas Tirith. Hasufel was left behind resting after his long trek and Aragorn hoped to be able to retrieve him soon.
***
From a distant hilltop a dark figure watched.
'So you believe me to be a myth Lord Elrond. I wonder, will you feel differently when your daughter lays dying?'
***
Legolas lay watching his dwarf friend who slept in the chair at the corner of his room. Arwen had removed the arrow from Legolas' shoulder and although he still felt terrible he was feeling slightly better than he had previously. He cleared his throat weakly and Gimli's eyes snapped open.
'Master Elf! You are awake,' he crossed the room quickly and sat beside Legolas who nodded weakly.
'Yes. Although I did not mean to wake you.' Legolas' eyelids fluttered, the effort to speak a full sentence was great.
'Nonsense, I was not asleep, merely resting my eyes. How do you feel?'
Legolas smiled slightly and his friend's claim.
'Do you always...snore...when you are 'resting...your eyes'?'
Gimli laughed loudly, then quietened as he saw his friend wince at the noise.
'Where...is Arwen?'
'She has gone to rest. She will come soon. Aragorn has gone to Edoras to find Elrond so that he may come to help you.'
'Good...' Legolas felt his mind drifting towards sleep'...don't want...to die...yet...'
'No Legolas. We do not wish you to die either. There are still many trees' in Middle Earth.'
Gimli saw his friend had fallen asleep.
'and I would gladly visit each and every one if it meant you were well once more.'
Gimli turned away. He did not see the Elf's bloodless lips curve into a smile but he heard the soft voice.
'To that...I will...hold you...Master Dwarf.'
***
Aragorn and Elrond rode swiftly into the city and hurried to the palace and to the chambers of Legolas the Elf. Aragorn hoped fervently that his friend still drew breath. He couldn't imagine life without the friendship with the quiet but ever reliable elf. Though the fellowship had been dissolved he still felt a strong kinship with the members especially Legolas that he had known for so many long years.
He remembered that it was Legolas who had leapt to his defence at the council of Elrond and he was thankful.
They entered the chambers and Elrond immediately sent out Aragorn, Gimli and Arwen.
'I will be several hours, though I will tell you now it does not bode well for your friend.'
They nodded solemnly and Arwen led them to the Meeting Room to wait.
***
Elrond looked at Legolas sorrowfully although survival looked unlikely Elrond refused to be defeated. He set to work.
***
The three companions sat worriedly together.
'How was he?' asked Aragorn.
'I removed the arrow from his shoulder,' Arwen answered, 'after that he seemed better but I am under no illusion, if my father cannot help him he will die.'
Gimli explained about the exchange he had had with Legolas earlier.
'I am not surprised he worries,' said Arwen. Normally death is reserved as a choice an Elf makes themselves,' here she squeezed Aragorn's hand, 'Legolas feels powerless he is going to die through someone else's will, not his own. It is hard for him. You can see it in his eyes.'
They nodded and went back to waiting in silence. Gimli paced the room.
'Who is Duredhel?' he asked shortly.
'Durhedel,' Arwen began, 'Is really an Elven myth. It is believed he was one of the Elves tortured by Morgoth to form the Orcs. Legend has it that one Elf was not tortured but forced to watch his kind suffer that fate. The name we gave him was Duredhel or Dark Elf. It is said that he seeks to avenged himself by killing the Elves.'
'Could this be the true Duredhel?'
'I do not know Gimli. But I believe it to be entirely possible.'
They waited and paced some more.
***
Twelve long hours passed,
'It has been over three days now,' commented Aragorn. Elrond entered the room, at that moment his expression tired and almost disbelieving. Aragorn, Arwen and Gimli immediately thought the worst. A tear slid down Arwen's face unchecked and Gimli and Aragorn's eyes glistened. There head bowed and they did not see Elrond offer his arm to someone behind the door. Then slowly they all looked up as slowly and stiffly a tired, pale but undeniably alive Legolas walked into the room to meet them.
Just also want to publicly apologize to my friend Sophie for frequently asking her 'Have you finished Return Of The King?' and then hopping round going 'Hurry up. HURRY UP!' or 'I want to talk to someone about the ending...oh, that kinda surprised me...drat I can't tell you!' :-P Sorry. But you have to finish it Sophie!
Characters aren't mine 'cept Gilgolas, Duredhel and. . . no I think that's it.
Thanks for all the reviews as well. :o) Oh I is a happy bunny.
Will get on. Have got writers block. Is starting to show.
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Aragorn urged Hasufel across the country at a pace he had never before thought a horse capable of achieving. Hasufel seemed to sense the urgency of his mission and ran like the wind to Edoras the city of the Rohan. On arriving Aragorn insisted on being taken immediately to see the Elf- Lord Elrond. His father in law and one of the greatest Elven healers of the age.
'Lord Elrond I have come to ask for your assistance.'
'Lord Aragorn? In what way can I help you?'
'A resistance group, loyal still to Sauron and Saruman have shot Legolas and he has been poisoned.'
'He is an Elf. He should heal quickly should he not?'
'One Elf, Gilgolas of Mirkwood has already fallen to the poison within three days. We fear the same may happen to Legolas if you cannot help him.'
'When did this happen Aragorn?'
'Some thirty hours ago, my Lord.'
Elrond looked concerned then nodded shortly.
'I will come.'
Aragorn nodded then paused,
'Lord Elrond you should know, Legolas believes that Duredhel was the perpetrator of the attack.'
'Impossible,' the Elf Lord said shortly, 'Duredhel is a myth. Legolas has been poisoned, he is only saying what he thinks he saw.'
'Nonetheless Lord Elrond, he was very insistent, and lucid enough to inform us on the speed of the poison. I would not dismiss his thoughts so lightly, strange deeds have come to pass recently, there is no telling whether this may be another.'
Theoden lent them speedy horses and soon the were on there way back to Minas Tirith. Hasufel was left behind resting after his long trek and Aragorn hoped to be able to retrieve him soon.
***
From a distant hilltop a dark figure watched.
'So you believe me to be a myth Lord Elrond. I wonder, will you feel differently when your daughter lays dying?'
***
Legolas lay watching his dwarf friend who slept in the chair at the corner of his room. Arwen had removed the arrow from Legolas' shoulder and although he still felt terrible he was feeling slightly better than he had previously. He cleared his throat weakly and Gimli's eyes snapped open.
'Master Elf! You are awake,' he crossed the room quickly and sat beside Legolas who nodded weakly.
'Yes. Although I did not mean to wake you.' Legolas' eyelids fluttered, the effort to speak a full sentence was great.
'Nonsense, I was not asleep, merely resting my eyes. How do you feel?'
Legolas smiled slightly and his friend's claim.
'Do you always...snore...when you are 'resting...your eyes'?'
Gimli laughed loudly, then quietened as he saw his friend wince at the noise.
'Where...is Arwen?'
'She has gone to rest. She will come soon. Aragorn has gone to Edoras to find Elrond so that he may come to help you.'
'Good...' Legolas felt his mind drifting towards sleep'...don't want...to die...yet...'
'No Legolas. We do not wish you to die either. There are still many trees' in Middle Earth.'
Gimli saw his friend had fallen asleep.
'and I would gladly visit each and every one if it meant you were well once more.'
Gimli turned away. He did not see the Elf's bloodless lips curve into a smile but he heard the soft voice.
'To that...I will...hold you...Master Dwarf.'
***
Aragorn and Elrond rode swiftly into the city and hurried to the palace and to the chambers of Legolas the Elf. Aragorn hoped fervently that his friend still drew breath. He couldn't imagine life without the friendship with the quiet but ever reliable elf. Though the fellowship had been dissolved he still felt a strong kinship with the members especially Legolas that he had known for so many long years.
He remembered that it was Legolas who had leapt to his defence at the council of Elrond and he was thankful.
They entered the chambers and Elrond immediately sent out Aragorn, Gimli and Arwen.
'I will be several hours, though I will tell you now it does not bode well for your friend.'
They nodded solemnly and Arwen led them to the Meeting Room to wait.
***
Elrond looked at Legolas sorrowfully although survival looked unlikely Elrond refused to be defeated. He set to work.
***
The three companions sat worriedly together.
'How was he?' asked Aragorn.
'I removed the arrow from his shoulder,' Arwen answered, 'after that he seemed better but I am under no illusion, if my father cannot help him he will die.'
Gimli explained about the exchange he had had with Legolas earlier.
'I am not surprised he worries,' said Arwen. Normally death is reserved as a choice an Elf makes themselves,' here she squeezed Aragorn's hand, 'Legolas feels powerless he is going to die through someone else's will, not his own. It is hard for him. You can see it in his eyes.'
They nodded and went back to waiting in silence. Gimli paced the room.
'Who is Duredhel?' he asked shortly.
'Durhedel,' Arwen began, 'Is really an Elven myth. It is believed he was one of the Elves tortured by Morgoth to form the Orcs. Legend has it that one Elf was not tortured but forced to watch his kind suffer that fate. The name we gave him was Duredhel or Dark Elf. It is said that he seeks to avenged himself by killing the Elves.'
'Could this be the true Duredhel?'
'I do not know Gimli. But I believe it to be entirely possible.'
They waited and paced some more.
***
Twelve long hours passed,
'It has been over three days now,' commented Aragorn. Elrond entered the room, at that moment his expression tired and almost disbelieving. Aragorn, Arwen and Gimli immediately thought the worst. A tear slid down Arwen's face unchecked and Gimli and Aragorn's eyes glistened. There head bowed and they did not see Elrond offer his arm to someone behind the door. Then slowly they all looked up as slowly and stiffly a tired, pale but undeniably alive Legolas walked into the room to meet them.