Part 11
Hehe, I'm onto 32 reviews now, wow. Please keep reviewing, I have seen some new faces and have lost old ones- :( where are they I wonder? Perhaps they have lost interest, I hope not but if you have it is gonna hot up soon I promise!
Goldendragon: Thank you for all the lovely comments my dear. I have read your story and I think it is really good. I really want to know what it is all about so get writing. If not call me and tell me the plotline as becky does. :)
Wintercherry: You no I love you so wot am I so afraid of. well come on she did send me a certificate certifying (surprisingly enough) that me and Orli were married. Which is very wonderful in my book. Your story is coming along brilly my child, yet I am still waiting for a certain Hermione and Draco uncut (ahem), lol. I am suceeding in makin you gesture funny gestury things at your comp which is good. :p
Sage: Is this the last chapter? Shame on you, it hasn't even begun! This part of the story was never meant to go on so long, but it has grown slightly. I am very happy that you want more. Leggy may or may not return, my lips are sealed with sealer. :p
Artemisa: Am very happy that you like this, and that you think it is interesting. Believe me it's. actually I won't write that or it will give to much away- hehe, keep readin and reviewin so you will find out the hidden secret- muhahahahahahaha.
On with the show.
'Partings are such sweet sorrow'
The air was thick with tension and sadness, Lothlorien had presented the fellowship with a heavy package full of memories for them to look back on, and yet all felt that somehow, Lothlorien was the last remaining thing that separated them from the real peril of their journey. As their paddles slid easily into the silky water, all could feel the presence of danger and something afoot.
Legolas' mind strayed to the end of their quest, how long would it be until their duty was done, their promise fulfilled? Time. The key ingredient, and just as fate had intended, it was against them. They would have to move swiftly from here on, quicken their pace. The enemy were not far behind and if they slowed even a moment, the orcs and whatever other foul being pursued them would beat them. Beat them? It sounded like some kind of race. A race between good and evil, a classic tale, Legolas shook his head. Never would he have imagined that this was his destiny, to fight for the elves, for his kingdom, his world. Of course none of the others did either- others. The others that were once nine and had become eight.
Grief previously buried, reared its ugly head. Gandalf had been lost. The wisest, some would call him the strongest, of them all had been lost. If he had gone, what chance was there that they, yes they, weaker still than him, would go on to defeat the evil. All contained in a ring. A piece of gold, what would appear to be nothing more than a trinket had become the spinning top of the earth. One mere wobble to unbalance it and its gone. Smashing in an uncontrollable flurry of sharp, agitated movements destroying everything in its path.
This was a classic tale, but Legolas was not sure that it would end with a classic ending.
Suddenly a flock of disturbed birds descended quickly and loudly into the sky, shattering the silence. All looked but could see nothing. They went back to concentrating on their thoughts, none speaking for none felt the need.
Legolas was the first to feel it. The threat of danger had always stayed close to the front of the mind since they had all left Lothlorien, yet now it was stronger, invading the senses and taking over the head. Legolas could feel the element of urgency on the air, everything was tensed, even the earth seemed to be trying to send secret messages:
'be wary, it is close behind.'
Then he heard it. Just a quiet steady sound, only just registering in Legolas' ears, not even reaching the others'. But the power of this sound was too great to ignore. Running, feet pounding on leafy ground, heavy weapons clanking against armour. Metal against metal, steadily getting louder, coming closer.
Soon they reached their desired spot upon the bank of the river Anduin. Most were restless and irritable if they were spoken to, quiet and subdued if they were not. The weight of nerves pressing on their hearts caused this, all now knew that if not today then tomorrow the danger would show itself. Whatever it was they would have to face it. Legolas knew of what the rest did not. He knew roughly of the distance between themselves and what was approaching, how much time they had.
They needed to leave, if not now then soon, they did not have time to linger. Yet Aragorn did not heed his warnings. All needed to rest, for without rest they would all be of no use.
Legolas reluctantly agreed to this, his strength, although longer lasting than others, was still running out.
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Sorry it isn't gloriously long but it is late and I'm very tired. Maybe more sooner than usual if I get lots of reviews.*whistles absentmindedly*.
Hehe, I'm onto 32 reviews now, wow. Please keep reviewing, I have seen some new faces and have lost old ones- :( where are they I wonder? Perhaps they have lost interest, I hope not but if you have it is gonna hot up soon I promise!
Goldendragon: Thank you for all the lovely comments my dear. I have read your story and I think it is really good. I really want to know what it is all about so get writing. If not call me and tell me the plotline as becky does. :)
Wintercherry: You no I love you so wot am I so afraid of. well come on she did send me a certificate certifying (surprisingly enough) that me and Orli were married. Which is very wonderful in my book. Your story is coming along brilly my child, yet I am still waiting for a certain Hermione and Draco uncut (ahem), lol. I am suceeding in makin you gesture funny gestury things at your comp which is good. :p
Sage: Is this the last chapter? Shame on you, it hasn't even begun! This part of the story was never meant to go on so long, but it has grown slightly. I am very happy that you want more. Leggy may or may not return, my lips are sealed with sealer. :p
Artemisa: Am very happy that you like this, and that you think it is interesting. Believe me it's. actually I won't write that or it will give to much away- hehe, keep readin and reviewin so you will find out the hidden secret- muhahahahahahaha.
On with the show.
'Partings are such sweet sorrow'
The air was thick with tension and sadness, Lothlorien had presented the fellowship with a heavy package full of memories for them to look back on, and yet all felt that somehow, Lothlorien was the last remaining thing that separated them from the real peril of their journey. As their paddles slid easily into the silky water, all could feel the presence of danger and something afoot.
Legolas' mind strayed to the end of their quest, how long would it be until their duty was done, their promise fulfilled? Time. The key ingredient, and just as fate had intended, it was against them. They would have to move swiftly from here on, quicken their pace. The enemy were not far behind and if they slowed even a moment, the orcs and whatever other foul being pursued them would beat them. Beat them? It sounded like some kind of race. A race between good and evil, a classic tale, Legolas shook his head. Never would he have imagined that this was his destiny, to fight for the elves, for his kingdom, his world. Of course none of the others did either- others. The others that were once nine and had become eight.
Grief previously buried, reared its ugly head. Gandalf had been lost. The wisest, some would call him the strongest, of them all had been lost. If he had gone, what chance was there that they, yes they, weaker still than him, would go on to defeat the evil. All contained in a ring. A piece of gold, what would appear to be nothing more than a trinket had become the spinning top of the earth. One mere wobble to unbalance it and its gone. Smashing in an uncontrollable flurry of sharp, agitated movements destroying everything in its path.
This was a classic tale, but Legolas was not sure that it would end with a classic ending.
Suddenly a flock of disturbed birds descended quickly and loudly into the sky, shattering the silence. All looked but could see nothing. They went back to concentrating on their thoughts, none speaking for none felt the need.
Legolas was the first to feel it. The threat of danger had always stayed close to the front of the mind since they had all left Lothlorien, yet now it was stronger, invading the senses and taking over the head. Legolas could feel the element of urgency on the air, everything was tensed, even the earth seemed to be trying to send secret messages:
'be wary, it is close behind.'
Then he heard it. Just a quiet steady sound, only just registering in Legolas' ears, not even reaching the others'. But the power of this sound was too great to ignore. Running, feet pounding on leafy ground, heavy weapons clanking against armour. Metal against metal, steadily getting louder, coming closer.
Soon they reached their desired spot upon the bank of the river Anduin. Most were restless and irritable if they were spoken to, quiet and subdued if they were not. The weight of nerves pressing on their hearts caused this, all now knew that if not today then tomorrow the danger would show itself. Whatever it was they would have to face it. Legolas knew of what the rest did not. He knew roughly of the distance between themselves and what was approaching, how much time they had.
They needed to leave, if not now then soon, they did not have time to linger. Yet Aragorn did not heed his warnings. All needed to rest, for without rest they would all be of no use.
Legolas reluctantly agreed to this, his strength, although longer lasting than others, was still running out.
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Sorry it isn't gloriously long but it is late and I'm very tired. Maybe more sooner than usual if I get lots of reviews.*whistles absentmindedly*.
