Part 12
Hello everyone, right everything should be back on track now, I know the chapters were a bit messed up, I added something and fanfic counted it as a chapter and I then took it off and the result was 2 chapter 11's. Which also meant anyone that reviewed chapter 10 couldn't review chapter 11. Ahhhh- all so confusing. But hopefully all sorted now. Please keep reviewin, if you are readin this, because I'm beginning to think I've lost all my readers.
Midnight Daughter? Where have you gone? You said you'd read this as long as I wrote it, and I have not heard from you :( well if you are reading anyone please please review to let me know.
Thanks to those that have reviewed, Goldendragon mostly. But I know Wintercherry tried and couldn't, and Sage might possibly have tried. Thank you. It's all alright now I think.
This may or may not be a long chapter, depending on how it goes. We are getting close to the big thing now. I will say no more.
When 8 became 3
Legolas ran swiftly through the forest, his feet bounding across the earth, sometimes ducking to avoid a branch, sometimes jumping over a dead orc. Pain and exhaustion made his body feel weak, yet he forced himself on. He could not find the others, except for Gimli whom he knew was close behind. His arms ached from the solid fighting he had had to endure, his mind reeling from the orc attack and fear for his friends.
Suddenly through the trunks of bark, he thought he could make out a figure bent over a tree. He flew to the figure, but froze before he reached it. The sight before him filled his heart with grief- there was Aragorn, not bent over a tree, but over Boromir. Except it did not look like Boromir, it looked like an empty shell, a ghost. His face was a pasty white, his hand desperately clenching his sword to his chest. Three arrows protruded from him, he had taken three shots? Legolas' eyes dropped to the floor. His heart full of hurt and his mind drained of all hope, he did not have the strength to look at his dying friend.
"I would have followed you my brother; my captain, my king." Boromir choked out his final words as pain engulfed him.
Then all was still.
Aragorn clenched his lips together, as tears streamed down his cheeks. "My king."the words rolled around in his mind, and more tears fell.
Aragorn leant forward and kissed Boromir's now cold forehead.
"Be in peace, son of Gondor."
*
Legolas pushed the boat half out into the river, now was not the time to grieve for those that were lost, they had to catch up with Frodo and Sam, the Fellowship could not fail yet.
"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore!" he turned to help Gimli and Aragorn into the boat. But when he faced Aragorns' deep sorrowful eyes, he realized this was not to be.
"You mean not to follow them." Sadness and confusion were clear in his voice.
The Fellowship had broken, their quest was over.
Aragorn looked meaningfully at Legolas and Gimli,
"Frodo's fate, is no longer in our hands."
"Then it has all been in vain, the Fellowship has failed." Gimli's gruff voice brought sorrow and fear into Legolas' mind.
"Not if we hold true to each other." Aragorn took the elf and dwarf by the shoulders. "We will not abandon Merry and Pippin till tollment of death! Not while we have strength left."
"Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light, let us hunt some orc!"
The aggression and determination in Aragorn's voice brought out a new hope in Legolas and Gimli's hearts. Perhaps the Fellowship had not failed yet, they still drew breath, their bodies still had power- they would follow the orcs and rescue Merry and Pippin whatever it took.
With a new gleam in his eyes Legolas set off at a run for his prey.
*
Press me
Hello everyone, right everything should be back on track now, I know the chapters were a bit messed up, I added something and fanfic counted it as a chapter and I then took it off and the result was 2 chapter 11's. Which also meant anyone that reviewed chapter 10 couldn't review chapter 11. Ahhhh- all so confusing. But hopefully all sorted now. Please keep reviewin, if you are readin this, because I'm beginning to think I've lost all my readers.
Midnight Daughter? Where have you gone? You said you'd read this as long as I wrote it, and I have not heard from you :( well if you are reading anyone please please review to let me know.
Thanks to those that have reviewed, Goldendragon mostly. But I know Wintercherry tried and couldn't, and Sage might possibly have tried. Thank you. It's all alright now I think.
This may or may not be a long chapter, depending on how it goes. We are getting close to the big thing now. I will say no more.
When 8 became 3
Legolas ran swiftly through the forest, his feet bounding across the earth, sometimes ducking to avoid a branch, sometimes jumping over a dead orc. Pain and exhaustion made his body feel weak, yet he forced himself on. He could not find the others, except for Gimli whom he knew was close behind. His arms ached from the solid fighting he had had to endure, his mind reeling from the orc attack and fear for his friends.
Suddenly through the trunks of bark, he thought he could make out a figure bent over a tree. He flew to the figure, but froze before he reached it. The sight before him filled his heart with grief- there was Aragorn, not bent over a tree, but over Boromir. Except it did not look like Boromir, it looked like an empty shell, a ghost. His face was a pasty white, his hand desperately clenching his sword to his chest. Three arrows protruded from him, he had taken three shots? Legolas' eyes dropped to the floor. His heart full of hurt and his mind drained of all hope, he did not have the strength to look at his dying friend.
"I would have followed you my brother; my captain, my king." Boromir choked out his final words as pain engulfed him.
Then all was still.
Aragorn clenched his lips together, as tears streamed down his cheeks. "My king."the words rolled around in his mind, and more tears fell.
Aragorn leant forward and kissed Boromir's now cold forehead.
"Be in peace, son of Gondor."
*
Legolas pushed the boat half out into the river, now was not the time to grieve for those that were lost, they had to catch up with Frodo and Sam, the Fellowship could not fail yet.
"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore!" he turned to help Gimli and Aragorn into the boat. But when he faced Aragorns' deep sorrowful eyes, he realized this was not to be.
"You mean not to follow them." Sadness and confusion were clear in his voice.
The Fellowship had broken, their quest was over.
Aragorn looked meaningfully at Legolas and Gimli,
"Frodo's fate, is no longer in our hands."
"Then it has all been in vain, the Fellowship has failed." Gimli's gruff voice brought sorrow and fear into Legolas' mind.
"Not if we hold true to each other." Aragorn took the elf and dwarf by the shoulders. "We will not abandon Merry and Pippin till tollment of death! Not while we have strength left."
"Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light, let us hunt some orc!"
The aggression and determination in Aragorn's voice brought out a new hope in Legolas and Gimli's hearts. Perhaps the Fellowship had not failed yet, they still drew breath, their bodies still had power- they would follow the orcs and rescue Merry and Pippin whatever it took.
With a new gleam in his eyes Legolas set off at a run for his prey.
*
Press me
