This Alternative ending is a little happier than the original. I hope you
like it.
It begins after chapter 9.
Please review. I really enjoy reading what you think. Flames are welcome as long as they have reasoning. Anyways….tata.
Shadowfax gave a weary snort. They had been traveling for hours without rest and it was taking its tool on the giant beast.
Sweat covered his aching sides as he strode across the endless plains towards Rivendell.
Legolas knew in his heart that the brave stallion would not be able to carry them the whole way to the elven city and it ripped through his mind like sharpened knives.
Leali was fading each hour and her eyes grew duller and duller as they went.
Gripped her form closer, Legolas leaned forward and whispered into the silver beasts ear. "Faster we must go, friend"
A squeal of pain escaped the animals gaping mouth as it sped its pace to a thundering gallop.
Leagues of earth surrendered to the horse's furious hooves and trees were brought to clouded images of green, as they traveled at the great speed.
Legolas smiled with joy as they entered the boundary of Rivendell.
Though the city was an hours ride the veil of worry lifted from Legolas's mind.
The wind refreshed his hardened face as they galloped in to the forest of Lorrith, witch lay to the south of the great city.
Legolas closed his eyes and sighed enjoying what little time he had to rest.
His mind raced back to the present at the horrible sense on falling. With a sickening thud he found himself on the wet ground, Leali's cold form still in his protecting grasp.
He searched furiously to find the cause of their unsuspected fall.
The answer shook his mind. The great stallion, Shadowfax, lay; sweat steaming from his flanks, on the earth, nearby.
Legolas's heart stopped as he inspected the scene further.
Blood oozed from a wide cut on the horse's side and an arrow stuck from his stained flank. The beast gave a painful moan; its breaths loud and obvious.
Tears fell silently down the elf's face, lying Leali to her back, he ran to the stallion's side.
Grief blocked his thoughts but a faint whisper echoed strongly still in the back of his head. Legolas concentrated on the fading whisper which grew louder and louder until it was booming in his ear.
The arrow is orcish.
Horror stricken Legolas stared at the arrow still imbedded in the horses flesh. The telltale bristles screamed danger and the elf flew suddenly into action.
Swiftly lifting Leali over his shoulder. Legolas began to run. It was not long before the grunts of orcs could be heard growing nearer by each passing minute.
Stumbling, Legolas quickened his pace but to no avail, the orcs were almost on top of him.
Stopping, he placed Leali on the ground and turned to face his followers. "If I can not outrun them, I shall fight," Legolas whispered to himself and he unsheathed his long knife, which hung from his waist.
An orc crashing through the foliage noticed the waiting elf and after letting a gurgling cry, raised his axe for the blow.
However, the axe did not fall, fore, to Legolas's surprise, an arrow tore through its throat, causing it to double over.
Instantaneously, arrows whizzed from all directions, hitting the oncoming horde of orcs. Legolas gazed around, his keen sight yearning to find the origin of the arrows.
As suddenly as it started the gust of arrows halted. Bodies of orcs scattered the forest floor and orc blood stained the bark of nearby trees.
It was when a tell elf appeared at Legolas's side when relief came to his heart.
The elf, which was named Glorif, wore a dark green cloak stained with the mark of Rivendell.
"Do we find you well?" Legolas nodded and gestured to Leali. "She must get to Rivendell, quickly" Nodding his understanding, Glorif gave a shrill whistle.
A mounted elf appeared from the trees, his horse dancing beneath him.
Legolas hesitantly lifted Leali from the ground and placed her in front of the saddle. The rider nodded, turned his horse, and galloped into the darkness of the forest. "She will get to Rivendell in good time"
Glorif's words did not stop the worry that ran through Legolas's heart. "I should have gone with her" Legolas thought to himself as he helped the group of patrollers clear the wood of the foul orc's bodies.
It was an hour later when Legolas finally rode into sight of the elven city.
Legolas gazed upon its walls with awe. "I had forgotten its beauty. It has been long since I last laid eyes on this place" Whispered Legolas partly to himself and partly to Glorif, who was riding his black stallion beside him.
I will post the rest of the alternative ending soon. And I promise it will be happier than the original.
It begins after chapter 9.
Please review. I really enjoy reading what you think. Flames are welcome as long as they have reasoning. Anyways….tata.
Shadowfax gave a weary snort. They had been traveling for hours without rest and it was taking its tool on the giant beast.
Sweat covered his aching sides as he strode across the endless plains towards Rivendell.
Legolas knew in his heart that the brave stallion would not be able to carry them the whole way to the elven city and it ripped through his mind like sharpened knives.
Leali was fading each hour and her eyes grew duller and duller as they went.
Gripped her form closer, Legolas leaned forward and whispered into the silver beasts ear. "Faster we must go, friend"
A squeal of pain escaped the animals gaping mouth as it sped its pace to a thundering gallop.
Leagues of earth surrendered to the horse's furious hooves and trees were brought to clouded images of green, as they traveled at the great speed.
Legolas smiled with joy as they entered the boundary of Rivendell.
Though the city was an hours ride the veil of worry lifted from Legolas's mind.
The wind refreshed his hardened face as they galloped in to the forest of Lorrith, witch lay to the south of the great city.
Legolas closed his eyes and sighed enjoying what little time he had to rest.
His mind raced back to the present at the horrible sense on falling. With a sickening thud he found himself on the wet ground, Leali's cold form still in his protecting grasp.
He searched furiously to find the cause of their unsuspected fall.
The answer shook his mind. The great stallion, Shadowfax, lay; sweat steaming from his flanks, on the earth, nearby.
Legolas's heart stopped as he inspected the scene further.
Blood oozed from a wide cut on the horse's side and an arrow stuck from his stained flank. The beast gave a painful moan; its breaths loud and obvious.
Tears fell silently down the elf's face, lying Leali to her back, he ran to the stallion's side.
Grief blocked his thoughts but a faint whisper echoed strongly still in the back of his head. Legolas concentrated on the fading whisper which grew louder and louder until it was booming in his ear.
The arrow is orcish.
Horror stricken Legolas stared at the arrow still imbedded in the horses flesh. The telltale bristles screamed danger and the elf flew suddenly into action.
Swiftly lifting Leali over his shoulder. Legolas began to run. It was not long before the grunts of orcs could be heard growing nearer by each passing minute.
Stumbling, Legolas quickened his pace but to no avail, the orcs were almost on top of him.
Stopping, he placed Leali on the ground and turned to face his followers. "If I can not outrun them, I shall fight," Legolas whispered to himself and he unsheathed his long knife, which hung from his waist.
An orc crashing through the foliage noticed the waiting elf and after letting a gurgling cry, raised his axe for the blow.
However, the axe did not fall, fore, to Legolas's surprise, an arrow tore through its throat, causing it to double over.
Instantaneously, arrows whizzed from all directions, hitting the oncoming horde of orcs. Legolas gazed around, his keen sight yearning to find the origin of the arrows.
As suddenly as it started the gust of arrows halted. Bodies of orcs scattered the forest floor and orc blood stained the bark of nearby trees.
It was when a tell elf appeared at Legolas's side when relief came to his heart.
The elf, which was named Glorif, wore a dark green cloak stained with the mark of Rivendell.
"Do we find you well?" Legolas nodded and gestured to Leali. "She must get to Rivendell, quickly" Nodding his understanding, Glorif gave a shrill whistle.
A mounted elf appeared from the trees, his horse dancing beneath him.
Legolas hesitantly lifted Leali from the ground and placed her in front of the saddle. The rider nodded, turned his horse, and galloped into the darkness of the forest. "She will get to Rivendell in good time"
Glorif's words did not stop the worry that ran through Legolas's heart. "I should have gone with her" Legolas thought to himself as he helped the group of patrollers clear the wood of the foul orc's bodies.
It was an hour later when Legolas finally rode into sight of the elven city.
Legolas gazed upon its walls with awe. "I had forgotten its beauty. It has been long since I last laid eyes on this place" Whispered Legolas partly to himself and partly to Glorif, who was riding his black stallion beside him.
I will post the rest of the alternative ending soon. And I promise it will be happier than the original.