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GUYZ THANKS SOOOO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS!!
SORRY SORRY SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! I kinda got writer's block…plus there were loads of homework…sigh…yes, I'm still in school, I'm only 13 years old…NEVER UNDERESTIMATE WHAT A KID CAN DO!!! MUAHAHAHA!!! (But if you call me a kid now I swear I'll have your head chopped off with a butter knife, ouch!)
NOTE : The story is no longer written in Legolas's point of view. From this chapter onwards, it'll be written in a third person's point of view. (e.g. even Legolas will be referred as 'he'.) Since English is my second language, (Cantonese being the first) I apologize for all the spelling and grammar errors. I KNOW I SUCK!!! SO WHAT??
Disclaimer : I own nothing…except an evil plan to kidnap Legolas and make him my 4th concubine…MUAHAHAHA!!!
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Aragorn felt himself being pushed by Legolas and turned around. He saw a blinding blue light fly directly at Legolas's head. The elf collapsed onto the ground right away. He quickly dragged the elf and took a great leap onto the eagle and the it bore Gimli, Merry, Pippin, the unknown elf girl, Legolas and himself away. The elf now rested quite lifelessly on his arms. The color had drained from the elf's face, and it was now a very pale green. He reached out to brush the soft silky platinum hair off the elf's face. It once shone brighter then the stars and moon, but it was now stained with rich dark blood from the elf's forehead. He then saw drops of water on the elf's cheek, and put his hand up to his own face and found himself weeping. "Real men don't shed blood, not tears." Murmured Gimli who was leaning over the elf too. Aragorn looked up, and saw that the dwarf was weeping too. "So? You're crying too…" Gimli didn't answer, because at that exact moment, burst out in tears. "He's…He's not dead…is he?" "I don't think so, he's still breathing, look." Said the unknown elf girl who had crawled over. It was true, maybe because they have been too upset they haven't notice that each deep breath the elf took, his slightly open mouth and chest would move a bit. "So innocent, so fragile, so young. It's hard to believe that this elf is actually a few thousand years old. I want to protect him from all this, he's too delicate for all this blood. I want to hold him in my arms and flee to a peaceful land…and spend the rest of my life with this miracle." Aragorn thought.
After a day and a night of flying, they landed in a clearing of now where. The two hobbits had stopped crying their heads off and was very eager to dismount, since all hobbits spent their whole life at least on solid firm ground. The height had made them very dizzy and sick, so once their little and hairy feet touched ground, they ran off as fast as hobbits can go into a nearby bush and vomited quite madly. Aragorn lifted the fragile elf and laid him underneath a tree. He then tended the elf's wound as best as he could but it kept on bleeding. After a while, the girl came over, bent down and said, "not getting anywhere, are you? Let me help." She took Aragorn's place and placed her hand over the wound. "Now for a little elf magic." She said. A pale blue light glowed from her hand and the wound closed in, leaving behind only a faint scar. "What in the middle earth did you just do?!" Aragorns eyes were wide with surprise. "I have a little wizard blood in me, but only a little. Way back before the war one of the elf on my mother's side married a wizard." "o….k….I think I get it…"
"How did you know we were in trouble? Why did you save us?" Aragorn asked. "Well…you see, Galadriel was quite worried so she sent out spies to see how you guys were doing. So when we saw you get captured by the Orcs, we got help from the eagles of the mountains. They sent Gwaihir the Windlord, he was the same eagle who saved Gandalf." "Then…what are you going to do now?" "O..well, I'm going to join the fellowship." "YOU'RE GOING TO WHAT??" "Galadriel is very worried, so she sent me. You need a female anyways, look at the state of you! You really need a bath." Aragorn blushed, although he was quite used to it, Arwen always said that, but he hasn't heard anyone say it for a long time now. "O yea, since I'm going to be with you guys for a long long time, I might as well tell you my name. My name is Ivorius."
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LOOK I'M STILL SUFFERING WRITER'S BLOCK OK?? I KNOW THE PLOT SUCKS!! THE WHOLE THING SUCKS!!
Now you know why my nickname is ivorius greenleaf. Hehe ^_^
REVIEW!!!!!
My favorite pic of Legolas…hehe
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GUYZ THANKS SOOOO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS!!
SORRY SORRY SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!!! I kinda got writer's block…plus there were loads of homework…sigh…yes, I'm still in school, I'm only 13 years old…NEVER UNDERESTIMATE WHAT A KID CAN DO!!! MUAHAHAHA!!! (But if you call me a kid now I swear I'll have your head chopped off with a butter knife, ouch!)
NOTE : The story is no longer written in Legolas's point of view. From this chapter onwards, it'll be written in a third person's point of view. (e.g. even Legolas will be referred as 'he'.) Since English is my second language, (Cantonese being the first) I apologize for all the spelling and grammar errors. I KNOW I SUCK!!! SO WHAT??
Disclaimer : I own nothing…except an evil plan to kidnap Legolas and make him my 4th concubine…MUAHAHAHA!!!
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Aragorn felt himself being pushed by Legolas and turned around. He saw a blinding blue light fly directly at Legolas's head. The elf collapsed onto the ground right away. He quickly dragged the elf and took a great leap onto the eagle and the it bore Gimli, Merry, Pippin, the unknown elf girl, Legolas and himself away. The elf now rested quite lifelessly on his arms. The color had drained from the elf's face, and it was now a very pale green. He reached out to brush the soft silky platinum hair off the elf's face. It once shone brighter then the stars and moon, but it was now stained with rich dark blood from the elf's forehead. He then saw drops of water on the elf's cheek, and put his hand up to his own face and found himself weeping. "Real men don't shed blood, not tears." Murmured Gimli who was leaning over the elf too. Aragorn looked up, and saw that the dwarf was weeping too. "So? You're crying too…" Gimli didn't answer, because at that exact moment, burst out in tears. "He's…He's not dead…is he?" "I don't think so, he's still breathing, look." Said the unknown elf girl who had crawled over. It was true, maybe because they have been too upset they haven't notice that each deep breath the elf took, his slightly open mouth and chest would move a bit. "So innocent, so fragile, so young. It's hard to believe that this elf is actually a few thousand years old. I want to protect him from all this, he's too delicate for all this blood. I want to hold him in my arms and flee to a peaceful land…and spend the rest of my life with this miracle." Aragorn thought.
After a day and a night of flying, they landed in a clearing of now where. The two hobbits had stopped crying their heads off and was very eager to dismount, since all hobbits spent their whole life at least on solid firm ground. The height had made them very dizzy and sick, so once their little and hairy feet touched ground, they ran off as fast as hobbits can go into a nearby bush and vomited quite madly. Aragorn lifted the fragile elf and laid him underneath a tree. He then tended the elf's wound as best as he could but it kept on bleeding. After a while, the girl came over, bent down and said, "not getting anywhere, are you? Let me help." She took Aragorn's place and placed her hand over the wound. "Now for a little elf magic." She said. A pale blue light glowed from her hand and the wound closed in, leaving behind only a faint scar. "What in the middle earth did you just do?!" Aragorns eyes were wide with surprise. "I have a little wizard blood in me, but only a little. Way back before the war one of the elf on my mother's side married a wizard." "o….k….I think I get it…"
"How did you know we were in trouble? Why did you save us?" Aragorn asked. "Well…you see, Galadriel was quite worried so she sent out spies to see how you guys were doing. So when we saw you get captured by the Orcs, we got help from the eagles of the mountains. They sent Gwaihir the Windlord, he was the same eagle who saved Gandalf." "Then…what are you going to do now?" "O..well, I'm going to join the fellowship." "YOU'RE GOING TO WHAT??" "Galadriel is very worried, so she sent me. You need a female anyways, look at the state of you! You really need a bath." Aragorn blushed, although he was quite used to it, Arwen always said that, but he hasn't heard anyone say it for a long time now. "O yea, since I'm going to be with you guys for a long long time, I might as well tell you my name. My name is Ivorius."
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LOOK I'M STILL SUFFERING WRITER'S BLOCK OK?? I KNOW THE PLOT SUCKS!! THE WHOLE THING SUCKS!!
Now you know why my nickname is ivorius greenleaf. Hehe ^_^
REVIEW!!!!!
My favorite pic of Legolas…hehe
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