Chapter 4
Aragorn ignored the pain that speared in his shoulder. He had taken off the sling to be able to fight better. The beasts had seemed to drift away for awhile, but returned with new weapons, better ones. Aragorn found himself fighting several of them on his own. Two were dead and there was two to go.
One screamed as he raised his sword. Aragorn swung around, slicing the creature's gut. It brought down it's sword on its own, and they both began to die. Aragorn found this as a chance to get away. He headed to the west of Rivendell. He could see the rubble of the home which was once Legolas's.
The heat caused sweat to drip from his forehead and his chest was soaking through his shirt. He felt the heat of the flames as he ran through the garden maze that was once so beautiful. He felt his heart well with pain as he remembered telling Legolas that it would've been safe.
***
Anger, fear, sorrow. The three words that Legolas felt weighing him down on the ground. The voices in the wind had left. He half-heartedly listened to the footsteps behind him. A hand was on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." said Aragorn. He rubbed his shoulder. Anger took over Legolas's heart. He stood and turned to Aragorn. The flames reflected in his eyes.
"You told me it would be safe." said Legolas. "You told me that they'd be safe. You said that we could leave and they'd be all right!" Legolas drew his sword. Anger overtook him. Aragorn held his sword up in defense.
"Legolas! I didn't know!" he pleaded. "I was sure they couldn't move that fast! I didn't know!" it was too late. Legolas thrust his sword for Aragorn's chest.
"You killed them!" Aragorn swung his sword and knocked away Legolas's. "You killed my family!" Legolas brought his sword over his head and brought it down.
"Legolas!" cried Aragorn. "Be reasonable! I didn't think they would move this fast!" he held up his sword and blocked Legolas's from swinging down on him.
"You killed them!" he swung, Aragorn ducked. "You killed them!" he repeated. He swung again, Aragorn backed away. The flames danced around the brothers that fought, projecting their shadows against a destroyed wall.
"Take the elf!" came a different voice. In defense, Aragorn raised his sword to block another swing. He was knocked to the ground. Legolas felt a blow on his right side and found himself on the ground. "Kill the elf!" came that voice. Aragorn turned. There was a large version of the beasts that had attacked the Shire and Rivendell. He had short, greasy hair. A stubble of a beard grew from his chin. His feet were about a meter long and half as wide. He was very tall, maybe twice the size of Legolas. He carried a long, sharp, crooked sword. He swung it to the chin of Aragorn and tapped it.
"You." he said. Aragorn gritted his teeth. He stared into the eyes of the creature, which were more yellow then the blossoms of the sun seed plants. His face was twisted to look more wolf then human. He was face-to- face with Hirmianal.
Legolas felt himself being lifted. He was weak, drenched with sweat. He didn't fight, his mind was on the loss of his wife. "Joanila." he whispered.
"Shall I kill him sir?" asked the beast that was holding Legolas up.
"Not yet." said Hirmianal, not taking his eyes off Aragorn. "We may need him."
A whistle through the air, and yelp of pain, and the familiar voice crying "Run!" changed everything. Legolas nearly fell with the beast that had an arrow pierced in the back of its neck. He looked behind him. Two hands holding his old bow disappeared behind the wall. He paused and looked at it curiously. He felt a blow on his back as he fell to the ground, landing in a pile of ashes.
"Run!" came a different voice, younger.
Aragorn didn't run, he brought his sword up and knocked away Hirmianal's while he was distracted. Hirmianal didn't fall or even stumble. He looked at Aragorn and stabbed the ground, nearly hitting his head before he rolled away. He jumped to his feet and slashed Hirmianal's arm, causing a melting lead-like liquid to flow from it. Hirmianal cried out in agony. He grasped it with his arm.
Another arrow was fired, hitting the beast that held Legolas. It stumbled but didn't fall before deciding to injure Legolas with a knife. Legolas felt it slice his wrist as the beast fell, dead. Legolas dropped his sword and grasped his wrist. Hirmianal continued to fight with Aragorn.
It took another slice to Hirmianal's leg for him to retreat. As he ran into the darkness of the smoke, he called to Aragorn.
"You have not won yet! You will fall for me like every other man on the planet!" he stopped and turned. "I will hunt you down, Aragorn!" He turned and disappeared through the smoke. Aragorn dropped his weapon and ran to Legolas's aid. Legolas removed his hand. The cut was deep, but he felt nothing at the sound of an all too familiar voice. He looked up.
From behind the rubble, a woman dropped a bow and picked up a younger girl. "Legolas!" she cried. Legolas leapt up and ran to hold them. They held an embrace for such a long time as thunder rumbled in the distance. Tears dripped from both their eyes.
"I thought you were dead." he whispered in the woman's ear.
"I won't die until I know that you're safe." sobbed the woman. Again, Aragorn watched the family holding each other in such happiness. Joanila, Andréa, and Legolas.
Aragorn ignored the pain that speared in his shoulder. He had taken off the sling to be able to fight better. The beasts had seemed to drift away for awhile, but returned with new weapons, better ones. Aragorn found himself fighting several of them on his own. Two were dead and there was two to go.
One screamed as he raised his sword. Aragorn swung around, slicing the creature's gut. It brought down it's sword on its own, and they both began to die. Aragorn found this as a chance to get away. He headed to the west of Rivendell. He could see the rubble of the home which was once Legolas's.
The heat caused sweat to drip from his forehead and his chest was soaking through his shirt. He felt the heat of the flames as he ran through the garden maze that was once so beautiful. He felt his heart well with pain as he remembered telling Legolas that it would've been safe.
***
Anger, fear, sorrow. The three words that Legolas felt weighing him down on the ground. The voices in the wind had left. He half-heartedly listened to the footsteps behind him. A hand was on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry." said Aragorn. He rubbed his shoulder. Anger took over Legolas's heart. He stood and turned to Aragorn. The flames reflected in his eyes.
"You told me it would be safe." said Legolas. "You told me that they'd be safe. You said that we could leave and they'd be all right!" Legolas drew his sword. Anger overtook him. Aragorn held his sword up in defense.
"Legolas! I didn't know!" he pleaded. "I was sure they couldn't move that fast! I didn't know!" it was too late. Legolas thrust his sword for Aragorn's chest.
"You killed them!" Aragorn swung his sword and knocked away Legolas's. "You killed my family!" Legolas brought his sword over his head and brought it down.
"Legolas!" cried Aragorn. "Be reasonable! I didn't think they would move this fast!" he held up his sword and blocked Legolas's from swinging down on him.
"You killed them!" he swung, Aragorn ducked. "You killed them!" he repeated. He swung again, Aragorn backed away. The flames danced around the brothers that fought, projecting their shadows against a destroyed wall.
"Take the elf!" came a different voice. In defense, Aragorn raised his sword to block another swing. He was knocked to the ground. Legolas felt a blow on his right side and found himself on the ground. "Kill the elf!" came that voice. Aragorn turned. There was a large version of the beasts that had attacked the Shire and Rivendell. He had short, greasy hair. A stubble of a beard grew from his chin. His feet were about a meter long and half as wide. He was very tall, maybe twice the size of Legolas. He carried a long, sharp, crooked sword. He swung it to the chin of Aragorn and tapped it.
"You." he said. Aragorn gritted his teeth. He stared into the eyes of the creature, which were more yellow then the blossoms of the sun seed plants. His face was twisted to look more wolf then human. He was face-to- face with Hirmianal.
Legolas felt himself being lifted. He was weak, drenched with sweat. He didn't fight, his mind was on the loss of his wife. "Joanila." he whispered.
"Shall I kill him sir?" asked the beast that was holding Legolas up.
"Not yet." said Hirmianal, not taking his eyes off Aragorn. "We may need him."
A whistle through the air, and yelp of pain, and the familiar voice crying "Run!" changed everything. Legolas nearly fell with the beast that had an arrow pierced in the back of its neck. He looked behind him. Two hands holding his old bow disappeared behind the wall. He paused and looked at it curiously. He felt a blow on his back as he fell to the ground, landing in a pile of ashes.
"Run!" came a different voice, younger.
Aragorn didn't run, he brought his sword up and knocked away Hirmianal's while he was distracted. Hirmianal didn't fall or even stumble. He looked at Aragorn and stabbed the ground, nearly hitting his head before he rolled away. He jumped to his feet and slashed Hirmianal's arm, causing a melting lead-like liquid to flow from it. Hirmianal cried out in agony. He grasped it with his arm.
Another arrow was fired, hitting the beast that held Legolas. It stumbled but didn't fall before deciding to injure Legolas with a knife. Legolas felt it slice his wrist as the beast fell, dead. Legolas dropped his sword and grasped his wrist. Hirmianal continued to fight with Aragorn.
It took another slice to Hirmianal's leg for him to retreat. As he ran into the darkness of the smoke, he called to Aragorn.
"You have not won yet! You will fall for me like every other man on the planet!" he stopped and turned. "I will hunt you down, Aragorn!" He turned and disappeared through the smoke. Aragorn dropped his weapon and ran to Legolas's aid. Legolas removed his hand. The cut was deep, but he felt nothing at the sound of an all too familiar voice. He looked up.
From behind the rubble, a woman dropped a bow and picked up a younger girl. "Legolas!" she cried. Legolas leapt up and ran to hold them. They held an embrace for such a long time as thunder rumbled in the distance. Tears dripped from both their eyes.
"I thought you were dead." he whispered in the woman's ear.
"I won't die until I know that you're safe." sobbed the woman. Again, Aragorn watched the family holding each other in such happiness. Joanila, Andréa, and Legolas.