Disclaimer:- No, I don't own these characters, they belong ultimately to
J.R.R. Tolkein. Thank goodness he's not alive to see this. Anyone or
anything you don't recognise is mine though. ^_^ and to get it clear,
Legolas = Tregaron.
A/N: Well, I do not know where this came from, I never normally write like this, it's scary really. Anyway, warnings,
Angel: *yawns* warnings are so boring, just get on with the fic.
Destiny: Oh hush up Angel.
Angel: Why?
Diamond: Because we say so, and you're annoying the mentally unstable author.
Thank you. And after that brief interlude…
Warnings: Slash between Aragorn and Legolas. But I do not write citrusy fics, so the biggest romantic action you get is kissing. I leave parts open to your imagination, draw from it what you will…
Angel: And don't forget that it's AU and that Legolas and Aragorn parted on bad terms, and that Aragorn hurt Legolas, and that Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship (excluding Gandalf 'cause he's dead) is immortal, and that Gandalf is dead, and that the entire Fellowship think that Legolas died of a broken heart because of what happened between him and Aragorn, and that- *is gagged and stuffed in a cupboard*
Sorry about her, yeah the prologue should have cleared it all up for you. Elvish speech is in '…' normal speech is in "…".
Thanks to
Teegan, normally, I don't post prologues, sorry. Please forgive me! *looks innocent* Don't be mad, here's the next part.
Merle, more here, thank you!
Goldmund, yes, well, they will not solve their problems for a while. So, you'll be thinking for a while!
Kris, lol, I'm glad it got your attention. *does puppy-dog eyes* Don't be mad at me, that's the whole point of a prologue is it not?
Lego Land, a while, I'm sorry, I've broken my fingers!! I'm typing with two broken fingers :'( just to get the next part out for you!
Please review!!!
1 An Angel's Embrace
A cloaked figure stood at the door of an inn, suitably named 'The Four Corners'. It surveyed the place, before muttering something in Elvish. Though, the figure did not see the six figures, one man, one Dwarf and four Hobbits sitting around a table, chatting merrily. It stepped inside and as it did so, silence fell inside. The owner trembled and bowed low to the figure before rising and wringing his hands together.
"Welcome ttto mm, mmmy humble inn." He stammered a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. "I, I, I, I hope that you will find it ttto your liking."
"What is going on?" Pippin asked, looking at the figure and shuddering. For some reason, the person made him feel uncomfortable. Shudders passed round the four Hobbits as the owner spoke.
"Why is he so afraid of that person?" Gimli mused. Aragorn shook his head, his eyes not leaving the stranger.
"Maybe it's that person that we hear about, that 'Wandering Man'." Sam supplied. "Many fear to use his name because apparently, if they do, he shall seek them out and kill them." The four Hobbits shuddered again as that thought rested on their minds.
"It shall be fine." The figure replied curtly, a cold sting to his voice. "May you tell me how long I shall be welcome?" The small man blanked before stepping backwards.
"As long as you wish sir, my inn is always open to you." The figure nodded before turning and walking into the crowds. It stood by the fire and leant against the mantle above it, gazing at the fire.
"I don't like the look of him, he is tall, and dark, and not-nice looking." Pippin whispered, shrinking away behind Merry and Sam.
"Oh come now Pippin, do not be such a coward, he has no reason to hurt us, unless we anger or upset him." Frodo said, one hand on his cousin's shoulder.
"But they say he tortures people for fun, then captures them and trains the next wanderer. Oh, I do not wish to be captured." The youngest Hobbit shuddered again.
"We are safe, he is tall, meaning that us short Hobbits would be safe." Sam said, sounding slightly unsure. The figure looked over at them before sweeping upstairs towards the room that the owner had prepared.
The cloaked man strode into the room and slammed the door shut. He lowered his hood, revealing messy blonde hair and pointed ears. He turned to face the small fire and it illuminated his face.
"What are they doing here?" He asked himself, before a dry chuckle escaped his lips. "The great Tregaron worried by a group of people." He shook his head. "How worrying. Though, I have a great deal to worry about, those people would probably recognise me anywhere." He closed his eyes, trying to block the memories of his past. His time as Legolas Greenleaf was over, he was now Tregaron, the feared wanderer. And, he much preferred his new way of life. A gentle knock on his door caused him to pull up his hood again and he walked over to the door.
"Sir, I hhhhhave prepared a a a a a table for you dddownstairs" The terrified old man stuttered terribly.
"Very well." He said before following the old man down the stairs and to the table.
Pippin and Merry both jumped as the figure walked down the stairs. "He is here!" They whispered, taking their hiding places behind Gimli and Aragorn.
"He's just sitting at a table young Hobbits." Gimli grunted. "Do not over react.." Aragorn rose, gaining the figure's attention.
"Come, let us leave, we shall find rest elsewhere." He spoke loudly, before lowering his voice, whispering to his friends. "That figure makes me feel uncomfortable. Let us go."
The figure watched them go out, and one word was on his mind; Aragorn.
The six companions left the inn and stood in the street. "Now where do we go?" Frodo asked. "It is cold and wet, and there are strange folk here, I fear there may be trouble."
"Mr Frodo is right." Sam said, putting his hand on his master's shoulder. "We should not stay out here a moment longer than we have to."
"Strangers, let us go!" A man leapt out of the shadows, followed by a gang, who quickly surrounded the six, each person, weapons drawn. Soon, there was a great fight.
Legolas looked up as the sounds of a fight began outside. He quickly rose and walked towards the door, only to find the Fellowship severely out numbered. He drew his sword and leapt into the middle, standing protectively in front of the six, two of the Hobbits were almost unconscious, and Gimli was the only one with no injuries.
"Why do you attack the first strangers in town you see?" He asked, seeing the look of terror on the men's faces. "Be off with you, I shall spare your lives only once." One of the men in the front knelt down.
"Forgive us Tregaron, we did not know that they were yours. Please forgive us."
"Away with you! I do not want to hear from you again, for I shall not be so pitying next time." The man bowed before all the men rushed away. Legolas helped the two Hobbits (Merry and Pippin) to their feet, before steadying Aragorn. Gimli looked up at him and muttered.
"Who are you?" Gimli finally asked. Legolas sheathed his sword before answering.
"My name is Tregaron." He told them, the coldness in his voice making them inwardly wince.
"You speak coldly Master Tregaron, as if our presence has offended you." Aragorn said, receiving a questioning look from his five companions.
'You have done me no wrong.' Legolas replied, speaking in his own tongue. Aragorn looked completely thrown out.
'You speak Elvish?' He sounded impressed. 'You really are a man of many tongues.'
'As long as you wish us no harm.' Gimli said, joining in with the Elvish conversation. 'We shall not harm you.' Legolas was taken by surprise, he did not know that Gimli could speak Elvish, though, it had been many hundreds of years since he had seen them last.
'Very well, Dwarf.' Legolas said, distaste clear in his voice. 'But I shall not be staying long, for I have much to do.' Gimli thought for a moment before looking straight at Legolas.
"You are an Elf." He said simply, a small gasp of surprise issuing from the mouths of the four Hobbits. "Only Elves hold the dislike of Dwarves and Men that you show in your tone of voice."
"Impressive Dwarf. Though, I only dislike those who dislike or do not trust me." Legolas said, regretting that he could not just speak freely to his friend. He would, if he wished not to converse with Aragorn. It was better that he was thought dead. "How do you know so well the way of the Elves?"
"My dearest friend was an Elf." Gimli said sadly. "Though, through matters beyond our control, he died of a broken heart." The Dwarf let out a sigh before looking at the floor. "It is not the same." Legolas felt a pang of guilt at the words of his friend. He turned his gaze to the Hobbits.
"What say you? Who was this Elf that the Dwarf held so near?"
"He was a Prince, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. Found dead near his borders." Pippin said quietly, biting his lip, almost as if the memories still hurt him.
"Prince Legolas," He mused, "Legolas, Yes, I have heard of him. Though I have never seen him." A cold sting ruled his voice. It was something that Aragorn picked up on, though he said nothing. "Rumour has it that he died of a great hurt." Aragorn looked guilty.
"Do you really massacre innocents?"
"Pippin!"
"It's just a question." Legolas shook his head, a stray wisp of his blonde hair flew free. The Elf pushed it back behind his ear.
"T'is alright young Hobbit." He said, sounding much nicer. "I do not massacre innocents, only those who attack them." He looked away and added with a twinge of sadness in his voice, "Though, sometimes, innocents get hurt." He thought for a while before shaking his head and turning away. "I am heading onwards, my welcome is warn out here." Frodo stepped forward and spoke up.
"May we accompany you?"
"Why?" Legolas asked, turning to face Frodo.
"For you seem a nice person, may we just stay with you, maybe then we can find out what really happened to our dear friend Prince Legolas Greenleaf." Legolas sighed and reluctantly nodded.
"Very well, you may follow, but be warned that I seldom stop, and there are often many fights." So they set off. Legolas in the lead, followed by Gimli and Aragorn. Frodo and Sam walked behind them, and right at the very back walked Merry and Pippin.
What adventures await them? Will the company find out that Tregaron is really Legolas? Find out next time!
TBC
A/N: OH MY GOD!! No cliffhanger! There was no cliffhanger at all!! Oh my god oh my god! Wow...
Please review, this took me ages to type, since I have 2 broken fingers. The more reviews I get, the faster the next part will come out.
Willow
A/N: Well, I do not know where this came from, I never normally write like this, it's scary really. Anyway, warnings,
Angel: *yawns* warnings are so boring, just get on with the fic.
Destiny: Oh hush up Angel.
Angel: Why?
Diamond: Because we say so, and you're annoying the mentally unstable author.
Thank you. And after that brief interlude…
Warnings: Slash between Aragorn and Legolas. But I do not write citrusy fics, so the biggest romantic action you get is kissing. I leave parts open to your imagination, draw from it what you will…
Angel: And don't forget that it's AU and that Legolas and Aragorn parted on bad terms, and that Aragorn hurt Legolas, and that Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship (excluding Gandalf 'cause he's dead) is immortal, and that Gandalf is dead, and that the entire Fellowship think that Legolas died of a broken heart because of what happened between him and Aragorn, and that- *is gagged and stuffed in a cupboard*
Sorry about her, yeah the prologue should have cleared it all up for you. Elvish speech is in '…' normal speech is in "…".
Thanks to
Teegan, normally, I don't post prologues, sorry. Please forgive me! *looks innocent* Don't be mad, here's the next part.
Merle, more here, thank you!
Goldmund, yes, well, they will not solve their problems for a while. So, you'll be thinking for a while!
Kris, lol, I'm glad it got your attention. *does puppy-dog eyes* Don't be mad at me, that's the whole point of a prologue is it not?
Lego Land, a while, I'm sorry, I've broken my fingers!! I'm typing with two broken fingers :'( just to get the next part out for you!
Please review!!!
1 An Angel's Embrace
A cloaked figure stood at the door of an inn, suitably named 'The Four Corners'. It surveyed the place, before muttering something in Elvish. Though, the figure did not see the six figures, one man, one Dwarf and four Hobbits sitting around a table, chatting merrily. It stepped inside and as it did so, silence fell inside. The owner trembled and bowed low to the figure before rising and wringing his hands together.
"Welcome ttto mm, mmmy humble inn." He stammered a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead. "I, I, I, I hope that you will find it ttto your liking."
"What is going on?" Pippin asked, looking at the figure and shuddering. For some reason, the person made him feel uncomfortable. Shudders passed round the four Hobbits as the owner spoke.
"Why is he so afraid of that person?" Gimli mused. Aragorn shook his head, his eyes not leaving the stranger.
"Maybe it's that person that we hear about, that 'Wandering Man'." Sam supplied. "Many fear to use his name because apparently, if they do, he shall seek them out and kill them." The four Hobbits shuddered again as that thought rested on their minds.
"It shall be fine." The figure replied curtly, a cold sting to his voice. "May you tell me how long I shall be welcome?" The small man blanked before stepping backwards.
"As long as you wish sir, my inn is always open to you." The figure nodded before turning and walking into the crowds. It stood by the fire and leant against the mantle above it, gazing at the fire.
"I don't like the look of him, he is tall, and dark, and not-nice looking." Pippin whispered, shrinking away behind Merry and Sam.
"Oh come now Pippin, do not be such a coward, he has no reason to hurt us, unless we anger or upset him." Frodo said, one hand on his cousin's shoulder.
"But they say he tortures people for fun, then captures them and trains the next wanderer. Oh, I do not wish to be captured." The youngest Hobbit shuddered again.
"We are safe, he is tall, meaning that us short Hobbits would be safe." Sam said, sounding slightly unsure. The figure looked over at them before sweeping upstairs towards the room that the owner had prepared.
The cloaked man strode into the room and slammed the door shut. He lowered his hood, revealing messy blonde hair and pointed ears. He turned to face the small fire and it illuminated his face.
"What are they doing here?" He asked himself, before a dry chuckle escaped his lips. "The great Tregaron worried by a group of people." He shook his head. "How worrying. Though, I have a great deal to worry about, those people would probably recognise me anywhere." He closed his eyes, trying to block the memories of his past. His time as Legolas Greenleaf was over, he was now Tregaron, the feared wanderer. And, he much preferred his new way of life. A gentle knock on his door caused him to pull up his hood again and he walked over to the door.
"Sir, I hhhhhave prepared a a a a a table for you dddownstairs" The terrified old man stuttered terribly.
"Very well." He said before following the old man down the stairs and to the table.
Pippin and Merry both jumped as the figure walked down the stairs. "He is here!" They whispered, taking their hiding places behind Gimli and Aragorn.
"He's just sitting at a table young Hobbits." Gimli grunted. "Do not over react.." Aragorn rose, gaining the figure's attention.
"Come, let us leave, we shall find rest elsewhere." He spoke loudly, before lowering his voice, whispering to his friends. "That figure makes me feel uncomfortable. Let us go."
The figure watched them go out, and one word was on his mind; Aragorn.
The six companions left the inn and stood in the street. "Now where do we go?" Frodo asked. "It is cold and wet, and there are strange folk here, I fear there may be trouble."
"Mr Frodo is right." Sam said, putting his hand on his master's shoulder. "We should not stay out here a moment longer than we have to."
"Strangers, let us go!" A man leapt out of the shadows, followed by a gang, who quickly surrounded the six, each person, weapons drawn. Soon, there was a great fight.
Legolas looked up as the sounds of a fight began outside. He quickly rose and walked towards the door, only to find the Fellowship severely out numbered. He drew his sword and leapt into the middle, standing protectively in front of the six, two of the Hobbits were almost unconscious, and Gimli was the only one with no injuries.
"Why do you attack the first strangers in town you see?" He asked, seeing the look of terror on the men's faces. "Be off with you, I shall spare your lives only once." One of the men in the front knelt down.
"Forgive us Tregaron, we did not know that they were yours. Please forgive us."
"Away with you! I do not want to hear from you again, for I shall not be so pitying next time." The man bowed before all the men rushed away. Legolas helped the two Hobbits (Merry and Pippin) to their feet, before steadying Aragorn. Gimli looked up at him and muttered.
"Who are you?" Gimli finally asked. Legolas sheathed his sword before answering.
"My name is Tregaron." He told them, the coldness in his voice making them inwardly wince.
"You speak coldly Master Tregaron, as if our presence has offended you." Aragorn said, receiving a questioning look from his five companions.
'You have done me no wrong.' Legolas replied, speaking in his own tongue. Aragorn looked completely thrown out.
'You speak Elvish?' He sounded impressed. 'You really are a man of many tongues.'
'As long as you wish us no harm.' Gimli said, joining in with the Elvish conversation. 'We shall not harm you.' Legolas was taken by surprise, he did not know that Gimli could speak Elvish, though, it had been many hundreds of years since he had seen them last.
'Very well, Dwarf.' Legolas said, distaste clear in his voice. 'But I shall not be staying long, for I have much to do.' Gimli thought for a moment before looking straight at Legolas.
"You are an Elf." He said simply, a small gasp of surprise issuing from the mouths of the four Hobbits. "Only Elves hold the dislike of Dwarves and Men that you show in your tone of voice."
"Impressive Dwarf. Though, I only dislike those who dislike or do not trust me." Legolas said, regretting that he could not just speak freely to his friend. He would, if he wished not to converse with Aragorn. It was better that he was thought dead. "How do you know so well the way of the Elves?"
"My dearest friend was an Elf." Gimli said sadly. "Though, through matters beyond our control, he died of a broken heart." The Dwarf let out a sigh before looking at the floor. "It is not the same." Legolas felt a pang of guilt at the words of his friend. He turned his gaze to the Hobbits.
"What say you? Who was this Elf that the Dwarf held so near?"
"He was a Prince, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. Found dead near his borders." Pippin said quietly, biting his lip, almost as if the memories still hurt him.
"Prince Legolas," He mused, "Legolas, Yes, I have heard of him. Though I have never seen him." A cold sting ruled his voice. It was something that Aragorn picked up on, though he said nothing. "Rumour has it that he died of a great hurt." Aragorn looked guilty.
"Do you really massacre innocents?"
"Pippin!"
"It's just a question." Legolas shook his head, a stray wisp of his blonde hair flew free. The Elf pushed it back behind his ear.
"T'is alright young Hobbit." He said, sounding much nicer. "I do not massacre innocents, only those who attack them." He looked away and added with a twinge of sadness in his voice, "Though, sometimes, innocents get hurt." He thought for a while before shaking his head and turning away. "I am heading onwards, my welcome is warn out here." Frodo stepped forward and spoke up.
"May we accompany you?"
"Why?" Legolas asked, turning to face Frodo.
"For you seem a nice person, may we just stay with you, maybe then we can find out what really happened to our dear friend Prince Legolas Greenleaf." Legolas sighed and reluctantly nodded.
"Very well, you may follow, but be warned that I seldom stop, and there are often many fights." So they set off. Legolas in the lead, followed by Gimli and Aragorn. Frodo and Sam walked behind them, and right at the very back walked Merry and Pippin.
What adventures await them? Will the company find out that Tregaron is really Legolas? Find out next time!
TBC
A/N: OH MY GOD!! No cliffhanger! There was no cliffhanger at all!! Oh my god oh my god! Wow...
Please review, this took me ages to type, since I have 2 broken fingers. The more reviews I get, the faster the next part will come out.
Willow