1 Shining Hope
Chapter 8
By SunRose
Summary: Lots of traveling, lots of hunting.
Disclaimer: No one except Relcifan is mine! And wait till you find out who he is… Heheheheh, no one's guessed it yet! Go ahead and try! :::cackles madly:::
Notes: Okay, this really sweet girl, Rainy, drew me a cute lil' Legolas piccy!
http://bosrealm.topcities.com
That's the address to her site! It's under the Gifts section!
It's so cute and sad and :::sniff::: makes me want to try to hug the computer! Go see!
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Legolas and Boromir pushed their horses as hard as they could without completely exhausting them. The elf's thoughts kept drifting back to Aragorn, and his heart clenched. He wished that he hadn't had to leave the man, but if things really were as Boromir said, then it was too dangerous for him to stay in the palace.
Darkness shifted and transformed around the two as they rode. Both hoped that Relcifan was not lurking somewhere in those shadows like a panther, waiting for its unsuspecting prey to come running into its claws.
There was no moon in the sky as Relcifan wandered around the palace of Gondor. Boromir obviously hadn't done what Relcifan expected he would. He expected the man to be so overfilled with greed and lust that he would try to keep the boy for himself, somewhere in the town, where Relcifan could easily snatch him away.
"Boromir must be nobler than I thought," Relcifan mused to himself with a smirk.
"No matter. He cannot have gone far."
With a whistle, Relcifan summoned up a large black horse from the dark mists that surrounded the night. Mounting the horse, he rode off with such a speed, that he could have raced with any ray of light and won. His only problem was figuring out exactly which way his elf had gone. Once that was done and over with, Legolas would be his. His, and his alone.
Fury blazed in Aragorn's broken heart. Fury made him do rash things without thinking, and what he was planning to do now certainly was rash.
"Father!" Aragorn called out as he stormed into Arathorn's bedchambers.
"Yes, son?" The man slowly looked up from his desk. His mind was hazy, and he didn't understand why. The last few hours were nothing but a blur to him.
"Father, I intend to ride for Rivendell in the morning. I wish for my marriage to the fair Lady Arwen to take place as soon as possible."
Arathorn's eyes widened in surprise. His son's moods changed so quickly.
"But where is that boy you were so taken with? He was a passing fancy surely, but to be done with him so quickly? Something must be amiss!"
His features turning to a scowl, Aragorn tightly and swiftly replied,
"He is gone, Father. You will never have to worry about him again. If I may take your leave now, I will tell the servants to ready mine and Mithrandir's horses for the morrow. Good night."
Without waiting for a reply, Aragorn left his Father just as confused as Mithrandir had been when Aragorn had said the same thing to him only half an hour before. The wizard had tried to advise the Prince against rushing himself into a marriage he was unsure about, but Aragorn was having none of it. He was done with love. From now on, duty was all that mattered to him.
Surrounded by old dusty books, Gandalf continued his research. 'Relcifan' was a name that seemed so familiar to him, but he could not place it. He had already gone through most of his reference books, and was now flipping through books of forgotten lore. He sincerely doubted that he would find anything there. Those books were mostly filled with stories and legends, not fact. Sighing, Gandalf stood and chuckled ruefully to himself,
"I am too old to be spending half my nights awake."
He lifted the nearest stack of untouched books from the floor and placed them on the chair he just rose from. He was about to leave when something caught his eye. A piece of paper was gently floating to the floor from one of the books (he knew not which) he had just moved. Picking it up, he discovered that it was a sketch. Old and torn, but he could still almost make out the picture if he held it out to a candle. Squinting he examined the paper. He gasped when he realized who it was a sketch of. His hand shook as he read the words scrawled at the bottom.
"Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness
Bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."
Still in shock, Gandalf carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket. What could it mean? What could those words and that picture together mean? He wished he could contemplate it more, but his mind was weary and he desired sleep. It would not be something that could return to his thoughts for a while, at least not until tomorrow's ride was over.
Carefully sniffing the air, Relcifan searched for the man, Boromir's, scent. It would be easier to find the man first, then go after the elf, because the man could have hidden the elf somewhere and Relcifan could be wasting time if he tried to go after the boy first. There was a faint scent in the air, one that reeked of urgency and dread. This was the man's scent. He was trying to get away as fast as possible, and whether or not Legolas was with him, Relcifan wasn't sure. But he would know soon enough. Like a blot of lightening, Relcifan and his vile horse took off again, galloping with an unholy speed. Even the shadows parted for them in fearful reverence.
Aragorn tossed fitfully in his bed. It was hard for him to sleep knowing that Legolas had been there in his arms only one night before. After thinking those thoughts, he became angry with himself. That elf broke his heart! No, that couldn't be right! In order for his heart to be broken, he would have had to love the elf in the first place, which he didn't! Aragorn kept trying to assure himself that he hadn't loved Legolas and that it was just lust, but a man can only fool himself for so long…
Something was gaining on them. It didn't take heightened senses for Boromir and Legolas to feel it. A cold chill ran down both their spines as they pushed their horses harder. It must be Relcifan, it could be no one else. The trees around them quaked with fear. Boromir could feel Relcifan's eyes upon him. In a way, he was relieved. If Relcifan was focussed on him then, by some miracle, he hadn't seen Legolas yet.
"Go!" Boromir hissed to the elf, who rode more into the concealing trees than the man was. Legolas turned to look at him in surprise.
"What!?"
"You heard me! Go! Ride for Rivendell! I will try to lead him off your track!"
Legolas was about to protest when Boromir silenced him with a stern gaze.
"You cannot make Aragorn happy when you are dead. Now, GO!"
Taking a deep breath, Legolas turned his horse right and didn't look back. Boromir veered left and pushed his horse on the brink of exhaustion. He knew that he wouldn't be able to ride forever. His horse had limits, and Relcifan was far too fast for him. Boromir only hoped that Legolas would be able to get far enough away before Relcifan realized his blunder. He also prayed that the poor boy would be able to find his way to Rivendell on his own, because Boromir didn't think he would live to resume leading the way.
An evil gleam was in Relcifan's eye as he leapt from his own horse onto the back of Boromir's. To his surprise, the man didn't even flinch. He just turned his head and met Relcifan's gaze square in the eye. The dark eyes began to glow from within with an evil yellow light, as Relcifan pulled his dagger out of its sheath and stabbed Boromir through the back. The man gasped for air as his world began to go black. He couldn't even feel himself falling from the horse. Everything around him was swimming, and the last sound he heard, was Relcifan cackling as he returned to his own horse and rode away.
That was the second mistake Relcifan had made that night. He left before he made sure his enemy was finally dead.
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Dun Dun Dun!
A pretty gosh darn good cliffhanger if I do say so myself!
Review and tell me what you think! And you can try and guess who Relcifan really is! I'll tell you this, no one is right so far! I'm really wondering if anybody will get it…
Notes to my Reviewers:
Jeyhawk: Ooh, so close and yet so far… and I'm sorry Relcifan gives you nightmares!!!!
What's Up: :::blinks::: Penguin? Well, I may waddle on a special occasion, but I am not a penguin. Also, I am in no way resembling the great 'Penguin' from Batman who tries to take over Gotham City. :::nods decisively::: I hope I've cleared things up.
Arwen Elessar: Teehee! Your reviews are so cute!
To all other peeps, I wish I could mention everyone!!! (hey, if you post a really long review, I just might!!! ;) Keep reviewing and I love you all! Seriously! Your reviews make my day and keep me doing my crazed happy dance of joy!
Now Review, and go to Rainy's site to see the cute piccy!!!!!
Lots-o-luv,
SunRose
Chapter 8
By SunRose
Summary: Lots of traveling, lots of hunting.
Disclaimer: No one except Relcifan is mine! And wait till you find out who he is… Heheheheh, no one's guessed it yet! Go ahead and try! :::cackles madly:::
Notes: Okay, this really sweet girl, Rainy, drew me a cute lil' Legolas piccy!
http://bosrealm.topcities.com
That's the address to her site! It's under the Gifts section!
It's so cute and sad and :::sniff::: makes me want to try to hug the computer! Go see!
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Legolas and Boromir pushed their horses as hard as they could without completely exhausting them. The elf's thoughts kept drifting back to Aragorn, and his heart clenched. He wished that he hadn't had to leave the man, but if things really were as Boromir said, then it was too dangerous for him to stay in the palace.
Darkness shifted and transformed around the two as they rode. Both hoped that Relcifan was not lurking somewhere in those shadows like a panther, waiting for its unsuspecting prey to come running into its claws.
There was no moon in the sky as Relcifan wandered around the palace of Gondor. Boromir obviously hadn't done what Relcifan expected he would. He expected the man to be so overfilled with greed and lust that he would try to keep the boy for himself, somewhere in the town, where Relcifan could easily snatch him away.
"Boromir must be nobler than I thought," Relcifan mused to himself with a smirk.
"No matter. He cannot have gone far."
With a whistle, Relcifan summoned up a large black horse from the dark mists that surrounded the night. Mounting the horse, he rode off with such a speed, that he could have raced with any ray of light and won. His only problem was figuring out exactly which way his elf had gone. Once that was done and over with, Legolas would be his. His, and his alone.
Fury blazed in Aragorn's broken heart. Fury made him do rash things without thinking, and what he was planning to do now certainly was rash.
"Father!" Aragorn called out as he stormed into Arathorn's bedchambers.
"Yes, son?" The man slowly looked up from his desk. His mind was hazy, and he didn't understand why. The last few hours were nothing but a blur to him.
"Father, I intend to ride for Rivendell in the morning. I wish for my marriage to the fair Lady Arwen to take place as soon as possible."
Arathorn's eyes widened in surprise. His son's moods changed so quickly.
"But where is that boy you were so taken with? He was a passing fancy surely, but to be done with him so quickly? Something must be amiss!"
His features turning to a scowl, Aragorn tightly and swiftly replied,
"He is gone, Father. You will never have to worry about him again. If I may take your leave now, I will tell the servants to ready mine and Mithrandir's horses for the morrow. Good night."
Without waiting for a reply, Aragorn left his Father just as confused as Mithrandir had been when Aragorn had said the same thing to him only half an hour before. The wizard had tried to advise the Prince against rushing himself into a marriage he was unsure about, but Aragorn was having none of it. He was done with love. From now on, duty was all that mattered to him.
Surrounded by old dusty books, Gandalf continued his research. 'Relcifan' was a name that seemed so familiar to him, but he could not place it. He had already gone through most of his reference books, and was now flipping through books of forgotten lore. He sincerely doubted that he would find anything there. Those books were mostly filled with stories and legends, not fact. Sighing, Gandalf stood and chuckled ruefully to himself,
"I am too old to be spending half my nights awake."
He lifted the nearest stack of untouched books from the floor and placed them on the chair he just rose from. He was about to leave when something caught his eye. A piece of paper was gently floating to the floor from one of the books (he knew not which) he had just moved. Picking it up, he discovered that it was a sketch. Old and torn, but he could still almost make out the picture if he held it out to a candle. Squinting he examined the paper. He gasped when he realized who it was a sketch of. His hand shook as he read the words scrawled at the bottom.
"Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness
Bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie."
Still in shock, Gandalf carefully folded the paper and put it in his pocket. What could it mean? What could those words and that picture together mean? He wished he could contemplate it more, but his mind was weary and he desired sleep. It would not be something that could return to his thoughts for a while, at least not until tomorrow's ride was over.
Carefully sniffing the air, Relcifan searched for the man, Boromir's, scent. It would be easier to find the man first, then go after the elf, because the man could have hidden the elf somewhere and Relcifan could be wasting time if he tried to go after the boy first. There was a faint scent in the air, one that reeked of urgency and dread. This was the man's scent. He was trying to get away as fast as possible, and whether or not Legolas was with him, Relcifan wasn't sure. But he would know soon enough. Like a blot of lightening, Relcifan and his vile horse took off again, galloping with an unholy speed. Even the shadows parted for them in fearful reverence.
Aragorn tossed fitfully in his bed. It was hard for him to sleep knowing that Legolas had been there in his arms only one night before. After thinking those thoughts, he became angry with himself. That elf broke his heart! No, that couldn't be right! In order for his heart to be broken, he would have had to love the elf in the first place, which he didn't! Aragorn kept trying to assure himself that he hadn't loved Legolas and that it was just lust, but a man can only fool himself for so long…
Something was gaining on them. It didn't take heightened senses for Boromir and Legolas to feel it. A cold chill ran down both their spines as they pushed their horses harder. It must be Relcifan, it could be no one else. The trees around them quaked with fear. Boromir could feel Relcifan's eyes upon him. In a way, he was relieved. If Relcifan was focussed on him then, by some miracle, he hadn't seen Legolas yet.
"Go!" Boromir hissed to the elf, who rode more into the concealing trees than the man was. Legolas turned to look at him in surprise.
"What!?"
"You heard me! Go! Ride for Rivendell! I will try to lead him off your track!"
Legolas was about to protest when Boromir silenced him with a stern gaze.
"You cannot make Aragorn happy when you are dead. Now, GO!"
Taking a deep breath, Legolas turned his horse right and didn't look back. Boromir veered left and pushed his horse on the brink of exhaustion. He knew that he wouldn't be able to ride forever. His horse had limits, and Relcifan was far too fast for him. Boromir only hoped that Legolas would be able to get far enough away before Relcifan realized his blunder. He also prayed that the poor boy would be able to find his way to Rivendell on his own, because Boromir didn't think he would live to resume leading the way.
An evil gleam was in Relcifan's eye as he leapt from his own horse onto the back of Boromir's. To his surprise, the man didn't even flinch. He just turned his head and met Relcifan's gaze square in the eye. The dark eyes began to glow from within with an evil yellow light, as Relcifan pulled his dagger out of its sheath and stabbed Boromir through the back. The man gasped for air as his world began to go black. He couldn't even feel himself falling from the horse. Everything around him was swimming, and the last sound he heard, was Relcifan cackling as he returned to his own horse and rode away.
That was the second mistake Relcifan had made that night. He left before he made sure his enemy was finally dead.
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Dun Dun Dun!
A pretty gosh darn good cliffhanger if I do say so myself!
Review and tell me what you think! And you can try and guess who Relcifan really is! I'll tell you this, no one is right so far! I'm really wondering if anybody will get it…
Notes to my Reviewers:
Jeyhawk: Ooh, so close and yet so far… and I'm sorry Relcifan gives you nightmares!!!!
What's Up: :::blinks::: Penguin? Well, I may waddle on a special occasion, but I am not a penguin. Also, I am in no way resembling the great 'Penguin' from Batman who tries to take over Gotham City. :::nods decisively::: I hope I've cleared things up.
Arwen Elessar: Teehee! Your reviews are so cute!
To all other peeps, I wish I could mention everyone!!! (hey, if you post a really long review, I just might!!! ;) Keep reviewing and I love you all! Seriously! Your reviews make my day and keep me doing my crazed happy dance of joy!
Now Review, and go to Rainy's site to see the cute piccy!!!!!
Lots-o-luv,
SunRose