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Chapter Four: Loss
The sun was just beginning to pinken the horizon when Legolas awoke. He was surprised to find Alatariel still in his arms. Seeing that the other were beginning to awaken, he gently placed her on the ground, for he did not want to be found holding her, or "him" in his arms when the other awoke. Reluctantly, he reached down, and covered her face with her hood once again.
Within a short period of time, everyone was awake, including Alatariel. She seemed to have no memory of Legolas holding her the previous night. "We must continue until we reach Amon Hen," said Aragorn. With that, the canoes were launched and the Fellowship continued on.
While gliding down the river, Alatariel leaned back and whispered to Legolas, "Something evil is near, very near. I can feel it. It seems strong around Boromir."
Legolas stopped paddling for a moment and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "I feel it to, it draws close..." He then resumed his paddling.
When they finally reached Amon Hen, everyone looked up in awe of the great statues of the kings that stood before them. Gimli was especially impressed by the stone work. They paddled their canoes between the two huge states and up to the shore. Once on shore, Alatariel gently grabbed Legolas' hand and pulled him aside. He shuddered at her touch but she did not notice.
"Legolas, we are not safe here, we must move on. The danger feels closer than ever before," she said, with fear clouding her bright blue eyes.
Legolas listened to her and remained in silence. Suddenly, they looked at each other, and simultaneously whispered, "Where is Frodo?!"
At once, the sound of the Horn of Gondor pierced the air. This was the horn Boromir had carried. Legolas and Alatariel quickly scanned their surroundings with their keen elf eyes. Aragorn's voice was heard,
"Orcs!!!" it shouted.
Legolas reached for his bow, and it was then that he noticed that only then had Alatariel let go of his hand. She reached for her knife and they ran into the forest. This would be her first test of courage.
The two elves dashed through the forest and found their way to Gimli and Aragorn. Hundreds of orcs were running towards them, weapons ready. The Fellowship, minus Boromir and the Halflings, spread out. The first attack came at Alatariel. Legolas watched in horror as the orcs approached the maiden. Though, with the grace and speed of an elf, she used her longknife to cut down one orc while spinning to avoid the attack of another. Legolas smiled in wonder, and was then faced with his own challenges. Aragorn ran into the woods when he heard the Horn of Gondor once again. The orcs continued to attack the remaining three, but they were no match for Legolas' aim, Gimli's axe, or Alatariel's speed.
When the orcs were finally defeated, the three, bruised and sweaty, ran to find Aragorn, Boromir, and the Halflings. When they found Aragorn and Boromir, their hearts began to sink. Boromir was propped up against a tree, with many arrows piercing him. Aragorn was at his side, talking to him. They watched from a distance until Aragorn got up.
"He is gone," said he with sadness filling his once strong voice. He continued, "The orcs have taken Pippin and Merry." and then he ran back to the shore in hopes of finding Frodo and Sam. If one could have seen his face as he was running, they would see tears running down his cheek like a flood.
By the time they had all reached the shore, one of the boats was gone. With their elven eyes, Alatariel and Legolas saw Sam and Frodo on the opposite shore. Legolas quickly shoved a canoe into the water, but Aragorn stopped him.
"You mean not to follow them?" questioned the elf prince.
Aragorn sighed, "The fate of Frodo and the Ring is no longer in our hands. Though, we must find a way to save Merry and Pippin."
After taking care of Boromir's body, Aragorn smiled weakly, "We have not yet failed!" he said, triumph once again streaming through him, "we cannot leave our dear friends to suffer at the hands of the orcs! Off we shall go! Men, Elves, and Dwarves! Let up hunt some orc!" Smiles broadened on all of their faces. Alatariel looked up into Legolas' crystalline eyes, and he gently smiled down at her. Then, they sprang into the woods, following the orcs trail.
Chapter Four: Loss
The sun was just beginning to pinken the horizon when Legolas awoke. He was surprised to find Alatariel still in his arms. Seeing that the other were beginning to awaken, he gently placed her on the ground, for he did not want to be found holding her, or "him" in his arms when the other awoke. Reluctantly, he reached down, and covered her face with her hood once again.
Within a short period of time, everyone was awake, including Alatariel. She seemed to have no memory of Legolas holding her the previous night. "We must continue until we reach Amon Hen," said Aragorn. With that, the canoes were launched and the Fellowship continued on.
While gliding down the river, Alatariel leaned back and whispered to Legolas, "Something evil is near, very near. I can feel it. It seems strong around Boromir."
Legolas stopped paddling for a moment and leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "I feel it to, it draws close..." He then resumed his paddling.
When they finally reached Amon Hen, everyone looked up in awe of the great statues of the kings that stood before them. Gimli was especially impressed by the stone work. They paddled their canoes between the two huge states and up to the shore. Once on shore, Alatariel gently grabbed Legolas' hand and pulled him aside. He shuddered at her touch but she did not notice.
"Legolas, we are not safe here, we must move on. The danger feels closer than ever before," she said, with fear clouding her bright blue eyes.
Legolas listened to her and remained in silence. Suddenly, they looked at each other, and simultaneously whispered, "Where is Frodo?!"
At once, the sound of the Horn of Gondor pierced the air. This was the horn Boromir had carried. Legolas and Alatariel quickly scanned their surroundings with their keen elf eyes. Aragorn's voice was heard,
"Orcs!!!" it shouted.
Legolas reached for his bow, and it was then that he noticed that only then had Alatariel let go of his hand. She reached for her knife and they ran into the forest. This would be her first test of courage.
The two elves dashed through the forest and found their way to Gimli and Aragorn. Hundreds of orcs were running towards them, weapons ready. The Fellowship, minus Boromir and the Halflings, spread out. The first attack came at Alatariel. Legolas watched in horror as the orcs approached the maiden. Though, with the grace and speed of an elf, she used her longknife to cut down one orc while spinning to avoid the attack of another. Legolas smiled in wonder, and was then faced with his own challenges. Aragorn ran into the woods when he heard the Horn of Gondor once again. The orcs continued to attack the remaining three, but they were no match for Legolas' aim, Gimli's axe, or Alatariel's speed.
When the orcs were finally defeated, the three, bruised and sweaty, ran to find Aragorn, Boromir, and the Halflings. When they found Aragorn and Boromir, their hearts began to sink. Boromir was propped up against a tree, with many arrows piercing him. Aragorn was at his side, talking to him. They watched from a distance until Aragorn got up.
"He is gone," said he with sadness filling his once strong voice. He continued, "The orcs have taken Pippin and Merry." and then he ran back to the shore in hopes of finding Frodo and Sam. If one could have seen his face as he was running, they would see tears running down his cheek like a flood.
By the time they had all reached the shore, one of the boats was gone. With their elven eyes, Alatariel and Legolas saw Sam and Frodo on the opposite shore. Legolas quickly shoved a canoe into the water, but Aragorn stopped him.
"You mean not to follow them?" questioned the elf prince.
Aragorn sighed, "The fate of Frodo and the Ring is no longer in our hands. Though, we must find a way to save Merry and Pippin."
After taking care of Boromir's body, Aragorn smiled weakly, "We have not yet failed!" he said, triumph once again streaming through him, "we cannot leave our dear friends to suffer at the hands of the orcs! Off we shall go! Men, Elves, and Dwarves! Let up hunt some orc!" Smiles broadened on all of their faces. Alatariel looked up into Legolas' crystalline eyes, and he gently smiled down at her. Then, they sprang into the woods, following the orcs trail.