1 Chapter 9 – A Warning
As they went farther into this grassy field that was new to their eyes, they decided this was where they would stay the night. The air grew colder and they all struggled to keep warm. Boromir and Gimli rummaged through the grass to find some stray twigs for a fire. The hobbits were lying down and whispering to each other, giggles came from them here and there as well.
Everyone except Legolas and Aragorn seemed at peace. A small fire was soon started, and they all gathered around it…all but (of course) Legolas. Legolas went back to his old plan of staying away from Aragorn to keep his temper under control. His selfish, evil feelings flowed through his body, making him weak. He watched as the others surrounded the tiny fire, and talked amongst themselves. He felt left out, but he almost didn't care. He didn't bother with worrying about what "they" thought of him anymore. What they thought didn't matter. The only people that mattered now in Legolas's life were the fairies he now called his "adopted family".
The others soon found themselves lying around sluggishly, but the rest was well deserved. Aragorn was sitting up polishing his sword again as he usually did when he had nothing else to do. Legolas observed him from a distance trying not to make unwanted eye contact. Boromir and Gimli were sound asleep, while some of the hobbits were talking in their sleep.
Aragorn noticed this, and started to laugh. "It's nice to see them sleep. These once worry-free hobbits now have so much hanging over them. I only wish Bilbo never gave the ring to poor little Frodo…"
If you saw Aragorn right now, you would think he was talking to himself. But his words were intended for Legolas to hear. And yes, Aragorn did hear something Legolas did not want him to know about, but he tried his best to keep the peace. It was better for everyone else that way.
Legolas indeed heard Aragorn's words, but chose to ignore them. Aragorn looked back to see what Legolas was up to, and he was merely staring off somewhere into space as he sometimes would do, but definitely not very often. Legolas had changed. Something changed him, and Aragorn only wanted to know what. He knew it wasn't something good, for if it were, he wouldn't be acting the way he had been recently.
"Legolas?" Aragorn said quietly, as not to wake the others. Legolas looked at Aragorn and raised his eyebrows, asking what he wanted without speaking. "If there is something wrong, you really should tell me. I know we haven't been getting along too well lately, but can't we try? For everyone else's sake? Just tell me what has been bothering you…so we can stop bickering."
Legolas rolled his eyes at him. "Why would I tell you if something was wrong? You're not my best friend you know…" Legolas said with a superior tone, his voice gradually getting louder. "I never said we had to be best friends…and I'm sure there's something wrong because…"
Legolas started to laugh meanly. "Would you please spare me a lecture? It's enough that you have to order me around all the time…" Legolas put his hands behind his head and leaned back again. He stared up at the huge black space above him, and didn't even wait for Aragorn's response.
Aragorn had had enough. He couldn't take his inconsiderate remarks any longer. He had to make it stop…
Aragorn jumped up to his feet and gently walked over to where Legolas was lying down. He would have run over there, but he thought it would be too loud and he might wake everyone up. Legolas didn't even notice Aragorn getting closer to him; he was obviously daydreaming about something. Probably thinking up more ways to get the ring away from the almost foolishly trusting Frodo.
Aragorn was now standing right over Legolas. Legolas, clearly not paying any attention, continued to have his eyes fixed on the dark night sky. Suddenly, Aragorn grabbed Legolas by the front of his shirt, and jerked him up. Legolas nearly had a heart attack as he gasped, stunned at what was happening. Aragorn held him up as he got right in his face. Aragorn's eyes grew wider as he stared into the elf's eyes. He wasn't even an inch away from him. His eyes, filled with rage dug deeper into Legolas's. Legolas wanted to back away but he couldn't, for Aragorn had the strongest hold on him ever imaginable. Then Aragorn said, practically whispering… "I AM WARNING YOU. DROP THE ATTITUDE NOW OR ELSE. DON'T MESS WITH ME, YOU INCOMPETENT, CONCEITED ELF."
Aragorn threw Legolas back onto the ground, and Legolas was stunned out of his mind. Legolas just sat there, with his hands holding his upper body up and his legs streched out, staring at Aragorn. He was breathing quickly and felt like he could get no air whatsoever to travel into his lungs. Aragorn slowly walked back to where he had been sitting earlier, and glared at Legolas. He began to polish his sword again, acting as if nothing had happened.
Now it was Legolas's time to really be scared. He never thought Aragorn would blow up like that, especially at him. Legolas questioned whether Aragorn was telling the truth about him actually knowing anything that was said on the plain. He looked around and saw everyone sleeping. They looked as though they had no worries at all. But Legolas certainly had something to worry about now. Aragorn's anger overwhelmed him.
He had to figure out some way to get the ring from Frodo, without Aragorn ever finding out. There had to be a way. All he knew was that he was going to get that ring no matter what it would take. No matter what…
As they went farther into this grassy field that was new to their eyes, they decided this was where they would stay the night. The air grew colder and they all struggled to keep warm. Boromir and Gimli rummaged through the grass to find some stray twigs for a fire. The hobbits were lying down and whispering to each other, giggles came from them here and there as well.
Everyone except Legolas and Aragorn seemed at peace. A small fire was soon started, and they all gathered around it…all but (of course) Legolas. Legolas went back to his old plan of staying away from Aragorn to keep his temper under control. His selfish, evil feelings flowed through his body, making him weak. He watched as the others surrounded the tiny fire, and talked amongst themselves. He felt left out, but he almost didn't care. He didn't bother with worrying about what "they" thought of him anymore. What they thought didn't matter. The only people that mattered now in Legolas's life were the fairies he now called his "adopted family".
The others soon found themselves lying around sluggishly, but the rest was well deserved. Aragorn was sitting up polishing his sword again as he usually did when he had nothing else to do. Legolas observed him from a distance trying not to make unwanted eye contact. Boromir and Gimli were sound asleep, while some of the hobbits were talking in their sleep.
Aragorn noticed this, and started to laugh. "It's nice to see them sleep. These once worry-free hobbits now have so much hanging over them. I only wish Bilbo never gave the ring to poor little Frodo…"
If you saw Aragorn right now, you would think he was talking to himself. But his words were intended for Legolas to hear. And yes, Aragorn did hear something Legolas did not want him to know about, but he tried his best to keep the peace. It was better for everyone else that way.
Legolas indeed heard Aragorn's words, but chose to ignore them. Aragorn looked back to see what Legolas was up to, and he was merely staring off somewhere into space as he sometimes would do, but definitely not very often. Legolas had changed. Something changed him, and Aragorn only wanted to know what. He knew it wasn't something good, for if it were, he wouldn't be acting the way he had been recently.
"Legolas?" Aragorn said quietly, as not to wake the others. Legolas looked at Aragorn and raised his eyebrows, asking what he wanted without speaking. "If there is something wrong, you really should tell me. I know we haven't been getting along too well lately, but can't we try? For everyone else's sake? Just tell me what has been bothering you…so we can stop bickering."
Legolas rolled his eyes at him. "Why would I tell you if something was wrong? You're not my best friend you know…" Legolas said with a superior tone, his voice gradually getting louder. "I never said we had to be best friends…and I'm sure there's something wrong because…"
Legolas started to laugh meanly. "Would you please spare me a lecture? It's enough that you have to order me around all the time…" Legolas put his hands behind his head and leaned back again. He stared up at the huge black space above him, and didn't even wait for Aragorn's response.
Aragorn had had enough. He couldn't take his inconsiderate remarks any longer. He had to make it stop…
Aragorn jumped up to his feet and gently walked over to where Legolas was lying down. He would have run over there, but he thought it would be too loud and he might wake everyone up. Legolas didn't even notice Aragorn getting closer to him; he was obviously daydreaming about something. Probably thinking up more ways to get the ring away from the almost foolishly trusting Frodo.
Aragorn was now standing right over Legolas. Legolas, clearly not paying any attention, continued to have his eyes fixed on the dark night sky. Suddenly, Aragorn grabbed Legolas by the front of his shirt, and jerked him up. Legolas nearly had a heart attack as he gasped, stunned at what was happening. Aragorn held him up as he got right in his face. Aragorn's eyes grew wider as he stared into the elf's eyes. He wasn't even an inch away from him. His eyes, filled with rage dug deeper into Legolas's. Legolas wanted to back away but he couldn't, for Aragorn had the strongest hold on him ever imaginable. Then Aragorn said, practically whispering… "I AM WARNING YOU. DROP THE ATTITUDE NOW OR ELSE. DON'T MESS WITH ME, YOU INCOMPETENT, CONCEITED ELF."
Aragorn threw Legolas back onto the ground, and Legolas was stunned out of his mind. Legolas just sat there, with his hands holding his upper body up and his legs streched out, staring at Aragorn. He was breathing quickly and felt like he could get no air whatsoever to travel into his lungs. Aragorn slowly walked back to where he had been sitting earlier, and glared at Legolas. He began to polish his sword again, acting as if nothing had happened.
Now it was Legolas's time to really be scared. He never thought Aragorn would blow up like that, especially at him. Legolas questioned whether Aragorn was telling the truth about him actually knowing anything that was said on the plain. He looked around and saw everyone sleeping. They looked as though they had no worries at all. But Legolas certainly had something to worry about now. Aragorn's anger overwhelmed him.
He had to figure out some way to get the ring from Frodo, without Aragorn ever finding out. There had to be a way. All he knew was that he was going to get that ring no matter what it would take. No matter what…