A/N: I'm so sorry it has taken me so long to continue, but alas, sometimes
there are obstacles to overcome before being allowed to write up another
chapter. Please read on!!!
Title - Strange Happenings
Chapter – Tenth
Disclaimer – Unfortunately, I do not hold any claim over any character in the story besides the ones I so obviously made up. All of Tolkien's ingenious characters will remain in his possession until the end of eternity.
Summary – Read to find out what it's about
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'What shall we do with her? If we untie her, she will surely attack us all!' Boromir hissed in the wee hours of the morn.
'I don't know. Yet, we need to find some way to get her back to herself again. We can't just throw her down the waterfall or anything because she, in a way, saved our lives and all of middle earth by helping us to get back here.' Aragorn spoke.
'But she isn't the same elf she was then.' Boromir shot back.
Trust me, my friend. It is not a good idea that we dispose of her.' The former answered.
'Something is following us. I can feel it. And it is definitely not another elf.' The keen elven companion added. 'We best be moving on soon, lest we are hit by an attack full on.'
The companions were all awakened, for they were to star moving, by noon. 'Wake the girl, we'll start now.'
'There is no need. I am awake.' She laughed cruelly. 'You're too late, you know. Your stalkers don't stop day or night. They'll be upon us in a matter of minutes. They are the fighting Uruk-Hai. Fear them.' With that she unbound herself with her knife, which she had maneuvered out of her boot earlier. 'Well, are you going to give them a fun chase, or are you going to sit and wait for death?' She asked with a mocking tone, and they started running. Within seconds, battle cries were loud and jeering. The Dark Lord had not trusted her skill, and she was thankful for that.
'Stop and wait for orders from your princess.' Mornawen called out as they drew near, and she watched with glee as all stopped. 'Kill the man with the horn of Gondor mercilessly. Be gentler on the others, and do NOT kill the little ones. Go now.' She loved watching beings obey to her command. Leaning over, the she-elf plucked her dagger off the ground and went hunting for blood.
Not all too soon, she came upon the elf who had tied her up the night before and whispered kindly words. 'I pity him.' She thought as she watched him jump from the tree and train an arrow to her.
'I wouldn't dare if I were you, not that you would anyway. You have a strong will, master elf, but your heart betrays you. And I don't have the slightest inkling of why.' The elf didn't respond to her words, other than setting a determined look upon his fair features. She had a wicked smirk as she heard a couple dozen Uruk-Hai come up behind her. 'You wouldn't dare fire now, would you? Knowing that you would be dead in seconds. Drop your weapon.' She prided herself as he did what she asked. To the beasts of destruction, she spoke. 'Hold up your weapons. Aim! Get ready to fire at command!' She turned back to the elf. He had not a single trace of fear playing upon his face. 'Who are you? Why do you forsake your life in such a careless way?' She asked, seeing fire in his eyes as he looked straight up at her, kneeling.
'Who am I? You would have know the answer to that a few months ago, but now, you are too oblivious. I look at death the way I do because the one I love, changed. She is gone forever, along with all memories of me, though she still lives strong. I pray that you tell your armies to fire at me, for I can't bear to see my love as a creation of evil. I want to die before I come to fear she will never be the same again.' He spoke softly, his voice wavering a few times.
She saw hurt and pleas written explicitly in his eyes and the part of her that was still good made her do something she hadn't done in over 2 months. She absentmindedly let a tear slide down her cheek. And it was followed by another before she realized what had happened and brushed them away. 'Go away now and let me deal with the elf!' She called out, quietly, to the fiends of all good. When they had left, she still did not move. 'What makes you so different that what you say affects me? If I were back in Mordor I could have killed plenty of elves without a second thought, let alone command others to.' She spoke as she slid down to a sitting position against a tree.
'Deep in your heart you know what makes me different. A part of you still wants to hold on to that!' He answered.
'Well how come I don't know what I'm holding on to then?'
'Because you were blinded by evil. Believe it or not, melamin, we were in love. Please remember.' He begged.
She abruptly stood and pulled her dagger holding it to his neck. 'How dare you put these foolish ideas into my head? How dare you accuse me of loving a fiend of my kingdom?' She yelled, tears flowing freely now.
'I dare to, because it is true, and you know it too. That's why you're so defensive.' He calmly answered.
'I want to remember. But I can't. Why can't I remember this if you say it's true?' She demanded.
'Maybe because the Dark Lord doesn't want you to remember.'
She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on remembering. When she opened them, she saw past the determination in the former's features. Past all that. She saw kindliness and love.
When she opened her eyes again, she stared intently at him. She had transformed back into the girl he had met and fell in love with back in the place she had called earth. She had returned to normal, in less than a minute. He wanted to stake his claim on her once more. He covered the distance between them in a second and pulled her into a passionate embrace. She was flooded with memories of all that had happed in the past, and it scared her. She pulled away, and crumpled on the ground, crying. The only words he could discern from the rest were that of her saying 'I remember, my prince. I can remember now.'
The horn of Gondor was blown a few times, and the Prince of Mirkwood guided Indil along with him until they reached the dreaded scene. Aragorn was leant over Boromir, who had three arrows protruding from his frontside and was sprawled on the ground. 'It's all my fault. I told the Uruk-Hai to go after him.' She whispered.
'No it's not, melamin. They would have done so anyway.' Legolas tried to comfort her.
'They…..took…the….halflings.' Were the only words that the onlookers heard from the son of Gondor before he left the world of the living.
Soon after they gave Boromir his burial ceremony, Legolas lead Indil away from the rest.
'Indil, will you marry me, when the quest is finally over? When I return we can have a grand ceremony in my home and you will be the Princess of Mirkwood, instead of that foul place.' he spoke.
She answered him with a smile and a sweet kiss.
'I hate to do this, but I have to. Look. You aren't as skilled as Aragorn, Gimli, and I, and Frodo and Sam have left for Mordor. You can't possibly come along with us, for it isn't safe. I will not let you come. Go to Lothlorien, or my kingdom or somewhere other than here. We are going to find Merry and Pippin, and you cannot join us. We must say farewell now, for we will be separating soon.' He said quickly.
'No! I just found you again! You can't do this!' She cried out.
'I have to, my love. Do not hate me for this. Please let us part in peace, and I promise you that I will return. I will come back to you when the quest is finished.'
'I don't hate you.' She said, as they shared a lingering kiss. He held her in his arms as a farewell, when they heard it. A sharp 'twang' of a bow and arrow singing, and blood seeped onto the prince's hands which were around his beloved. The arrow went through her back and was protruding through her stomach. She had not been wounded for more than a minute and yet Legolas was in hysterics, and she was drenched in blood.
Fast as a humming bird beats it's wings, the prince drew an arrow and aimed it at the foul creature. 'Orders from the Lord. Kill her if she betrays us.' The orc blurted out before it dies with a poisoned arrow embedded in it's heart.
Legolas turned back to Indil to see her already slipping away.
'Promise me you won't let grief overcome you. Promise me, my love. You have to help save Middle-earth yet.' She spoke, pausing in between a few words for she was coughing up blood.
'I…promise. I won't let you down, melamin. Please forgive me for letting this happen.' He spoke as teardrops ran off his face and into her fiery hair.
'I'm sorry that the time we had together wasn't filled with love, but with hatred.'
'All is forgiven. Don't pass on from this world with a heavy heart….' He paused to hear her.
'I'll be waiting for you, my prince. Maybe I'll see you again one day before We meet in the afterlife. Don't be in despair, for I will ave a merry heart, watching over you, my love. I will…..always……love you.' She spoke, taking her last breath before she slipped away.
'I love you too…..'Legolas said. Yet, she was already far from alive enough to hear his last words to her.
A/N: Okay, I don't want to seem like a person who really likes to write…even though I am…but still. I want to know in the reviews, if you think I should write a sequel to this story because if not, oh well. And if so, wohoo…more fun writing. Either way is fine with me!!
Thanks for reading!
Namarie
~Pip~
Title - Strange Happenings
Chapter – Tenth
Disclaimer – Unfortunately, I do not hold any claim over any character in the story besides the ones I so obviously made up. All of Tolkien's ingenious characters will remain in his possession until the end of eternity.
Summary – Read to find out what it's about
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
'What shall we do with her? If we untie her, she will surely attack us all!' Boromir hissed in the wee hours of the morn.
'I don't know. Yet, we need to find some way to get her back to herself again. We can't just throw her down the waterfall or anything because she, in a way, saved our lives and all of middle earth by helping us to get back here.' Aragorn spoke.
'But she isn't the same elf she was then.' Boromir shot back.
Trust me, my friend. It is not a good idea that we dispose of her.' The former answered.
'Something is following us. I can feel it. And it is definitely not another elf.' The keen elven companion added. 'We best be moving on soon, lest we are hit by an attack full on.'
The companions were all awakened, for they were to star moving, by noon. 'Wake the girl, we'll start now.'
'There is no need. I am awake.' She laughed cruelly. 'You're too late, you know. Your stalkers don't stop day or night. They'll be upon us in a matter of minutes. They are the fighting Uruk-Hai. Fear them.' With that she unbound herself with her knife, which she had maneuvered out of her boot earlier. 'Well, are you going to give them a fun chase, or are you going to sit and wait for death?' She asked with a mocking tone, and they started running. Within seconds, battle cries were loud and jeering. The Dark Lord had not trusted her skill, and she was thankful for that.
'Stop and wait for orders from your princess.' Mornawen called out as they drew near, and she watched with glee as all stopped. 'Kill the man with the horn of Gondor mercilessly. Be gentler on the others, and do NOT kill the little ones. Go now.' She loved watching beings obey to her command. Leaning over, the she-elf plucked her dagger off the ground and went hunting for blood.
Not all too soon, she came upon the elf who had tied her up the night before and whispered kindly words. 'I pity him.' She thought as she watched him jump from the tree and train an arrow to her.
'I wouldn't dare if I were you, not that you would anyway. You have a strong will, master elf, but your heart betrays you. And I don't have the slightest inkling of why.' The elf didn't respond to her words, other than setting a determined look upon his fair features. She had a wicked smirk as she heard a couple dozen Uruk-Hai come up behind her. 'You wouldn't dare fire now, would you? Knowing that you would be dead in seconds. Drop your weapon.' She prided herself as he did what she asked. To the beasts of destruction, she spoke. 'Hold up your weapons. Aim! Get ready to fire at command!' She turned back to the elf. He had not a single trace of fear playing upon his face. 'Who are you? Why do you forsake your life in such a careless way?' She asked, seeing fire in his eyes as he looked straight up at her, kneeling.
'Who am I? You would have know the answer to that a few months ago, but now, you are too oblivious. I look at death the way I do because the one I love, changed. She is gone forever, along with all memories of me, though she still lives strong. I pray that you tell your armies to fire at me, for I can't bear to see my love as a creation of evil. I want to die before I come to fear she will never be the same again.' He spoke softly, his voice wavering a few times.
She saw hurt and pleas written explicitly in his eyes and the part of her that was still good made her do something she hadn't done in over 2 months. She absentmindedly let a tear slide down her cheek. And it was followed by another before she realized what had happened and brushed them away. 'Go away now and let me deal with the elf!' She called out, quietly, to the fiends of all good. When they had left, she still did not move. 'What makes you so different that what you say affects me? If I were back in Mordor I could have killed plenty of elves without a second thought, let alone command others to.' She spoke as she slid down to a sitting position against a tree.
'Deep in your heart you know what makes me different. A part of you still wants to hold on to that!' He answered.
'Well how come I don't know what I'm holding on to then?'
'Because you were blinded by evil. Believe it or not, melamin, we were in love. Please remember.' He begged.
She abruptly stood and pulled her dagger holding it to his neck. 'How dare you put these foolish ideas into my head? How dare you accuse me of loving a fiend of my kingdom?' She yelled, tears flowing freely now.
'I dare to, because it is true, and you know it too. That's why you're so defensive.' He calmly answered.
'I want to remember. But I can't. Why can't I remember this if you say it's true?' She demanded.
'Maybe because the Dark Lord doesn't want you to remember.'
She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on remembering. When she opened them, she saw past the determination in the former's features. Past all that. She saw kindliness and love.
When she opened her eyes again, she stared intently at him. She had transformed back into the girl he had met and fell in love with back in the place she had called earth. She had returned to normal, in less than a minute. He wanted to stake his claim on her once more. He covered the distance between them in a second and pulled her into a passionate embrace. She was flooded with memories of all that had happed in the past, and it scared her. She pulled away, and crumpled on the ground, crying. The only words he could discern from the rest were that of her saying 'I remember, my prince. I can remember now.'
The horn of Gondor was blown a few times, and the Prince of Mirkwood guided Indil along with him until they reached the dreaded scene. Aragorn was leant over Boromir, who had three arrows protruding from his frontside and was sprawled on the ground. 'It's all my fault. I told the Uruk-Hai to go after him.' She whispered.
'No it's not, melamin. They would have done so anyway.' Legolas tried to comfort her.
'They…..took…the….halflings.' Were the only words that the onlookers heard from the son of Gondor before he left the world of the living.
Soon after they gave Boromir his burial ceremony, Legolas lead Indil away from the rest.
'Indil, will you marry me, when the quest is finally over? When I return we can have a grand ceremony in my home and you will be the Princess of Mirkwood, instead of that foul place.' he spoke.
She answered him with a smile and a sweet kiss.
'I hate to do this, but I have to. Look. You aren't as skilled as Aragorn, Gimli, and I, and Frodo and Sam have left for Mordor. You can't possibly come along with us, for it isn't safe. I will not let you come. Go to Lothlorien, or my kingdom or somewhere other than here. We are going to find Merry and Pippin, and you cannot join us. We must say farewell now, for we will be separating soon.' He said quickly.
'No! I just found you again! You can't do this!' She cried out.
'I have to, my love. Do not hate me for this. Please let us part in peace, and I promise you that I will return. I will come back to you when the quest is finished.'
'I don't hate you.' She said, as they shared a lingering kiss. He held her in his arms as a farewell, when they heard it. A sharp 'twang' of a bow and arrow singing, and blood seeped onto the prince's hands which were around his beloved. The arrow went through her back and was protruding through her stomach. She had not been wounded for more than a minute and yet Legolas was in hysterics, and she was drenched in blood.
Fast as a humming bird beats it's wings, the prince drew an arrow and aimed it at the foul creature. 'Orders from the Lord. Kill her if she betrays us.' The orc blurted out before it dies with a poisoned arrow embedded in it's heart.
Legolas turned back to Indil to see her already slipping away.
'Promise me you won't let grief overcome you. Promise me, my love. You have to help save Middle-earth yet.' She spoke, pausing in between a few words for she was coughing up blood.
'I…promise. I won't let you down, melamin. Please forgive me for letting this happen.' He spoke as teardrops ran off his face and into her fiery hair.
'I'm sorry that the time we had together wasn't filled with love, but with hatred.'
'All is forgiven. Don't pass on from this world with a heavy heart….' He paused to hear her.
'I'll be waiting for you, my prince. Maybe I'll see you again one day before We meet in the afterlife. Don't be in despair, for I will ave a merry heart, watching over you, my love. I will…..always……love you.' She spoke, taking her last breath before she slipped away.
'I love you too…..'Legolas said. Yet, she was already far from alive enough to hear his last words to her.
A/N: Okay, I don't want to seem like a person who really likes to write…even though I am…but still. I want to know in the reviews, if you think I should write a sequel to this story because if not, oh well. And if so, wohoo…more fun writing. Either way is fine with me!!
Thanks for reading!
Namarie
~Pip~