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Chapter 7 : "Of Bad Timing and Unfortunate Orc Attacks."
Unbuckling his quiver belt and straps, the Elf prince leaned the leather sheath and forest colored fletched arrows upon the back of the door along with his ivory handled long-knives.
Silently, Legolas fumbled with the ties on his tunic and undershirt with deft yet blind fingers, unbinding the cloth about his form and let it slip slowly from his lanky body. Carefully he felt behind him for a stool and quietly sat to remove his boots and set them aside. Then lastly, the Elf pulled his lean legs free of his rather tight leggings and dropped them upon the stool, feeling carefully with his hands for the tub full of inviting recently boiled water.
Faintly, he picked up the hot flow of steam billowing like natures breath against his slightly flushed cheeks and followed the stream of white towards were the tub was supposed to be.
Slim but well muscled thighs connected with the thick marble of the bath in a surprising jolt sending a few stray bottles of soap and suds clattering into the tub. Quickly, with a sigh of frustration and weariness, the elf climbed into the hot water and sank down until it rose to his chin, practically melting into the comforting clean feel it gave him.
Mmm, it felt so good! So wonderful to just to sink down into the false stone hot spring and relax… forgetting all his troubles, all his pains and new.. p-problems… mm, it was nice to just simply forget.
"..Hmm, nice indeed…" Legolas whispered, letting his head fall back against the rim of the tub running his hands gently through the water and over his chiseled body wiping away tension and dirt he could not see. As he lathered a clean white cloth with sweet smelling soap and picked the stray bottles out of the water that had fallen in, a thought occurred to him.
He had been doing that a lot lately, they ALL had actually. Just simply forgetting… Why was that?
Ever since they entered this white city, they had been completely lost to their thoughts. Instead concentrating on the present and their newfound, if somewhat peculiar, joy… not the grief and troubles they should have been thinking of…. Odd…
What power does this city and that boy Galfin hold, that would cause us to so completely forget our journey and quest and.. Gandalf... our pain.
Are we truly safe here now… after all that's happened? Were we ever? Moreover, what of the judge and these new inflictions, and what purpose do they hold to us?… Or him? What of these strange bands, are they some sort of marker for him, to prove his judgment upon us? On the other hand, perhaps they are what cause our ailments. Perhaps that child knows more than he told us about this judge. Maybe he really does know what…
'Hmm…" Legolas whispered, shaking his head as he tried to clear it yet again. "So much for forgetting."
With that, he picked up the small cloth again and started to quietly cleanse his pale form, internally sorting through this new mess the group had gotten themselves into while also trying to find a solution.
He was definitely going to have to talk to the boy. Definitely.
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'Do you know anything else about all of this Master Galfin?' Aragorn quickly scribbled out on his aging papers then held the note up to the boy, waiting calmly for him to read it. Galfin blinked blankly for a moment, then sighed scrubbing at his still wet eyes. "I do…" He whispered almost too soft for any of them to hear him. Almost.
"Not much, no, not much. But some." He whispered again, looking down quietly, watching the intricately swirling patterns in the grain on the wood paneled floor with new interest.
Boromir studied the boy sitting next to him on the bed in complete confusion then looked across to Aragorn questioningly, his brows knitted. The Ranger in return studied him, a light suddenly flaring in his eyes and he motioned the flame haired one over next to him, picking up his feathered pen again. Boromir nodded numbly and shifted from his own bed over to Aragorn's, settling in close next to the man and looked down to his paper.
The Ranger shivered at the heat he could suddenly feel form Boromir's warm breath playing across his bare neck and cheek and from the others incredibly near body; trying hard to banish stray thoughts he had not moments ago pushed away of another certain someone.
Quickly, he bit the inside of his bottom lip and scrawled out what the boy had said for his deaf friend, trying hard to keep up with the moving conversation.
"What is it you know then, sir?" Merry asked, looking up at the boy next to him, turning quietly as Pippin re-entered the large bedchamber with Sam, Frodo and Gimli in tow. Galfin nodded to himself as he strengthened his resolve and opened his mouth to start to speak. "Waid, shou'd we nod get Legolas? Id concerns him as well." Boromir cut in, glancing back towards the washroom. Aragorn shook his head and motioned the rest of the fellowship to take a seat. They complied but silently.
'Nay. Let him rest for now. I am sure he is thinking over the same things we are anyway. He will probably find a solution quicker with that keen elvish mind of his before we ever could.' He wrote swiftly, glancing over the slightly shocked expression smeared across Frodo and Sam's little cherub faces.
The two hobbits as well as Gimli had been informed by Pippin of the rest of the fellowships wakefulness as well as their new impairments, but the full force of it had not yet hit them until they saw Aragorn scrawling away with vaguely clouded steel eyes and Boromir watching mutely as if he would be lost without him.
It was unsettling and somewhat frightening really. To see them like that… Nevertheless, as long they were all alive, everything would be all right. It just had to be… Right?
Galfin, with much coaxing, soon told the company what he knew of 'The Judge' or at least some of it, not giving away his most precious knowledge.
Informing them of the bands' purpose to mark the Triangle and prove the mirror having passed 'judgment' upon them. In addition, that the crowning bands would brake and be removable once each of their trials was complete. He told them of the poem prophecy as well, that spoke of the Fellowships happening upon the White Valley…
'What once was nine, now is eight...With Wearied feet and twisted fate...' …how ironic….
Aragorn quickly wrote out the important parts of the conversation for Boromir to read, every so often interrupting the boy with a comment or question of his own.
The group for the most part sat quietly and swallowed the sour information as best as they could, still somewhat confused as to the purpose of the judgment and as to what exactly the 'trials' were to be. Yet, not even Galfin really knew what those were.
So, the company sat in silent conversation for the next moon shift, discussing plans and idea's, eyes heavy and weary worn.
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(Go to the bottom for translations it doesn't make sense without them.)
"Master Galfin! Master GALFIN!"
The inn was screaming with panicked workers, woken rudely from slumber by disturbing sounds and screams from outside, being shaken almost literally from their cloud-soft beds. "Mata' no jigoku nai nue!!! Nai NUE!!!!(1)" They yelled in fright, searching high and low for their beloved master who they had to, above all else, protect, love, and serve… by 'his' divine order and their own hearts.
In a terrified scramble one of Galfin's closest friends and employee's, Cirabethe, ran down the halls of his lords bedchambers and threw open all the doors he passed, searching each and yelling for their occupants to flee. By chance, he came across his lord and brother in the three lovely members of the fellowship's room, bursting in out of breath and screaming at the top of his lungs.
"NAI NUE!!!"(2)
Cirabethe fell to his knee's his eyes wild and fired open to their limits as Galfin and the fellowship stood almost in unison and ran quickly to him, hearing, for the most part, the cries of the cities people for the first time. "Cirabethe! Forto'lin, jin'tana i tara kou?"(3) Galfin asked quickly, brushing his shaking companions long black hair away form his face and behind his pale oval ear.
Cirabethe practically leaped forward latching onto his masters arms starring him in the eyes worriedly. "Mata' no jigoku nai nue! Nai NUE!!!!" He screamed between heaving breaths, his normally soft voice cracking in desperation and fear. "Mai Inari…. Nae, i tica'na ceri'fain! Honto fir, hatho nir!"(4) He replied, lightly grasping his friends shaking hands trying to calm and comfort him.
The company looked confused and worriedly between the two, not understanding a word of the foreign yet strangely beautiful language. "What is going on?" Frodo moved his gaze from the two boys towards Aragorn, watching as the man tried hard to understand Galfin's words. He shook his head. "Tis'in tefuo! i de Yrch! Dey ce nai nue'te Mata' no!(5) You must escape master!" Cirabethe pleaded, collapsing against Galfin and wrapped him in a fierce hug as tearful tremors wracked his oddly pale form.
Yrch… elvish for Orc.. Now there's a word Aragorn understood!
Quickly, he picked up his pen and scribbled out a question forcing it in front of Galfin's face. The boy blinked at the paper practically pressed against his nose and moved his head back a little to read it. He blinked again as he turned to the fellowship holding tighter to his friends frail body, a somewhat haunted look mirrored now in his own eyes.
"My city be under attack say's Cirabethe… However, cannot I see how it be possible. White Valley is protected, should not be it able to be found by enemies." Galfin said, his lips trembling and his knuckles white against the dark material of Cirabethe's tunic. "My p-people.. cannot fight.." he shook his head, whispering it as he locked eyes with Aragorn.
There was a long silence, the two cuddling children trembling along with the walls of the room as the distinct rumble of battle drew near. Then-
'I will fight for you.' The Ranger quickly wrote, his eyes turning towards the hearth of the large fireplace across from them were his sword and daggers lay. "You cannot fight!" Sam commanded, moving forward as he grasped tightly to his own dagger at his hip. Aragorn shook his head and scribbled a few more words. 'I may not be able to speak, but I can still hold a sword. I WILL fight!'
His eyes held strength and commanding will that would not be put down when he next looked back up to the worried gardener, who, reluctantly nodded. "Then we will fight as well. Someone has to watch your back." Frodo replied, standing as well and moving next to Sam.
"I will fighd as well den." Boromir said, shifting his weight nervously as the unsettling silence he alone suffered. The Ranger shook his head sharply. 'Nay, Boromir, your ailment is more severe then mine. It will hinder your ability. I will not sacrifice your life to this town which has already taken too much!' Aragorn wrote, ordering sternly, but the other man would have none of it. "If you can fighd, den so can I!" he replied.
'Boromir!… please.. 'I' do not want to loose you, especially to this place. Please stay here. Protect Galfin and Legolas for me… please…' the Ranger's words pleaded, showing the paper only to Boromir. The genuine worry, pain and- 'something' else shining in his eyes so strong that the other man almost forgot to breath.
"I-I.." Boromir stuttered, finding himself lost in his companions steel gray gaze. I cannot deny him anything, can I? I thought I could but-…
"Aye, Aragorn. I shall stay." He whispered, shifting closer to the two shaking boys. Aragorn nodded pleased and smiled, really, genuinely smiled at the son of Gondor and his heart melted. No, I couldn't deny him anything. Anything at all…
'Protect them well. And watch Legolas please, he will try hard to fight.' The ranger scribbled swiftly before passing both the paper and pen to the other man and stood retrieving his weapons. "Be careful, friends. Wish not I to loose you either." 'Any sooner than I already am…' Galfin added in his mind.
Aragorn nodded, as did the hobbits as the group stood, respective weapons drawn, and fled, searching for the battle with racing hearts.
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Legolas was outside, wrapped in nothing more than a short towel that reached mid thigh, with his quiver strapped loosely upon his back and his bow and long-knife in hand before the rest of the fellowship even knew of the trouble. He could not see, true, but his other senses had finally started to adjust and sharpen, allowing him to pick his way through the building without injury. Thank the stars there was a door adjoining the washroom he had been bathing in that led into the inn instead of just back into his room.
Aragorn most certainly would not have let the blond Prince fight if he could stop him.
With caution, Legolas had found a perch just outside the entrance to Galfin's Inn about five feet off the ground and climbed up then took to shooting anything that came in range and smelled fowl. So far, it had served the elf well, felling probably a good eight or so, he was assuming, Orc's by their stench.
His right ear twitched and perked up as he caught an odd commotion coming from the door of the Inn and he turned bow nocked and raised for firing, waiting for the familiar sent to reach his nose. Instead, it was a familiar voice. Uh-oh.
"Legolas! Get inside you blasted elf! You cannot fight in your condition!" "Condition? You act as if I were dying Master dwarf. I am quite fine I assure you." Legolas replied, turning swiftly and catching another Orc somewhat accidentally in the stomach as it lunged for his perch. "You stubborn thing! Get inside!!"
Two more of the twisted beings rushed him snarling and screaming in their fowl language, one dying about a foot from the blonde's pedestal with an ax protruding from its now cleaved head. However, the other managed to get close enough to scramble up part of the perch and grab a hold of the princes towel, tearing it away with him as another arrow buried its way into its neck.
The Elf dropped his long knife with a sharp gasp as the pull on his protective covering yanked him forward and nearly caused him to topple head first from his perch. Legolas barely caught himself on the edge of the short pillar, landing roughly on his now bare side, groping wildly for his bow and long knife; unaware that the blade had fallen with the Orc.
"Legolas!" someone yelled from far away accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps charging straight.. At… Him….
In a blind, somewhat frightened, rush the wood-elf grasped his bow and pulled an arrow from his back quicker than even an elvish eye could see and nocked it aiming directly at the center of what ever was running for him. With a desperate shuddering breath he released.
Aragorn slid to a rather ungraceful halt as he realized his mistake and watched with wide eyes and a silent yell upon his lips as the arrow released and flew with terrifying speed at its target.
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TBC… Dum Dum DUM!!! Leave you hanging? You figure it out? Huh? Hehe ^_^ hope not, that'd spoil all the fun.
Hope you like the cliffhanger! ^_~ Sorry it took so long to write, but isn't the image of Elf boy runnin' around in a towel and then ooooh nekkid worth it? I think so! ^________________^ Well, I hope you all enjoyed it, I'm still having trouble with these. I need idea's PLEASE! Anything is welcome, but Teara I'm not sure if I can get that whole tree's and dwarves thing into this one. I might have to put it into a different story. Oh well. Please R/R!
Oh and Cirabethe is pronounced See-rah-Beth. Ok? ^_^
Translations: (Galfin's speech this time, not elvish)
Mata' no jigoku nai nue!!! Nai NUE! – The city is under attack! Under attack!!!
NAI NUE!!! – Under attack!!! (Doesn't make much sense spoken in the common tongue bare with me here)
Cirabethe! Forto'lin, jin'tana i tara kou? - Cirabethe! My friend, what is the matter?
Mai Inari.. Nae, i tica'na ceri'fain! Honto fir, hatho nir! -- By Inari (the name they call God) Nay, it cannot be! Its not possible!
Tis'in tefuo! i de Yrch! Dey ce nai nue'te Mata' no! – It `tis true! It is the Orc! They are attacking the city!
As Always, Sankyou for reading!! PLEASE R/R! Love you all come back soon!
OH AND PLEASE, ANNONYMOUS AND SIGNED REVIEWERS LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS SO I CAN THANKYOU PERSONALLY!!
Thanks again, hope you like!
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Chapter 7 : "Of Bad Timing and Unfortunate Orc Attacks."
Unbuckling his quiver belt and straps, the Elf prince leaned the leather sheath and forest colored fletched arrows upon the back of the door along with his ivory handled long-knives.
Silently, Legolas fumbled with the ties on his tunic and undershirt with deft yet blind fingers, unbinding the cloth about his form and let it slip slowly from his lanky body. Carefully he felt behind him for a stool and quietly sat to remove his boots and set them aside. Then lastly, the Elf pulled his lean legs free of his rather tight leggings and dropped them upon the stool, feeling carefully with his hands for the tub full of inviting recently boiled water.
Faintly, he picked up the hot flow of steam billowing like natures breath against his slightly flushed cheeks and followed the stream of white towards were the tub was supposed to be.
Slim but well muscled thighs connected with the thick marble of the bath in a surprising jolt sending a few stray bottles of soap and suds clattering into the tub. Quickly, with a sigh of frustration and weariness, the elf climbed into the hot water and sank down until it rose to his chin, practically melting into the comforting clean feel it gave him.
Mmm, it felt so good! So wonderful to just to sink down into the false stone hot spring and relax… forgetting all his troubles, all his pains and new.. p-problems… mm, it was nice to just simply forget.
"..Hmm, nice indeed…" Legolas whispered, letting his head fall back against the rim of the tub running his hands gently through the water and over his chiseled body wiping away tension and dirt he could not see. As he lathered a clean white cloth with sweet smelling soap and picked the stray bottles out of the water that had fallen in, a thought occurred to him.
He had been doing that a lot lately, they ALL had actually. Just simply forgetting… Why was that?
Ever since they entered this white city, they had been completely lost to their thoughts. Instead concentrating on the present and their newfound, if somewhat peculiar, joy… not the grief and troubles they should have been thinking of…. Odd…
What power does this city and that boy Galfin hold, that would cause us to so completely forget our journey and quest and.. Gandalf... our pain.
Are we truly safe here now… after all that's happened? Were we ever? Moreover, what of the judge and these new inflictions, and what purpose do they hold to us?… Or him? What of these strange bands, are they some sort of marker for him, to prove his judgment upon us? On the other hand, perhaps they are what cause our ailments. Perhaps that child knows more than he told us about this judge. Maybe he really does know what…
'Hmm…" Legolas whispered, shaking his head as he tried to clear it yet again. "So much for forgetting."
With that, he picked up the small cloth again and started to quietly cleanse his pale form, internally sorting through this new mess the group had gotten themselves into while also trying to find a solution.
He was definitely going to have to talk to the boy. Definitely.
************
'Do you know anything else about all of this Master Galfin?' Aragorn quickly scribbled out on his aging papers then held the note up to the boy, waiting calmly for him to read it. Galfin blinked blankly for a moment, then sighed scrubbing at his still wet eyes. "I do…" He whispered almost too soft for any of them to hear him. Almost.
"Not much, no, not much. But some." He whispered again, looking down quietly, watching the intricately swirling patterns in the grain on the wood paneled floor with new interest.
Boromir studied the boy sitting next to him on the bed in complete confusion then looked across to Aragorn questioningly, his brows knitted. The Ranger in return studied him, a light suddenly flaring in his eyes and he motioned the flame haired one over next to him, picking up his feathered pen again. Boromir nodded numbly and shifted from his own bed over to Aragorn's, settling in close next to the man and looked down to his paper.
The Ranger shivered at the heat he could suddenly feel form Boromir's warm breath playing across his bare neck and cheek and from the others incredibly near body; trying hard to banish stray thoughts he had not moments ago pushed away of another certain someone.
Quickly, he bit the inside of his bottom lip and scrawled out what the boy had said for his deaf friend, trying hard to keep up with the moving conversation.
"What is it you know then, sir?" Merry asked, looking up at the boy next to him, turning quietly as Pippin re-entered the large bedchamber with Sam, Frodo and Gimli in tow. Galfin nodded to himself as he strengthened his resolve and opened his mouth to start to speak. "Waid, shou'd we nod get Legolas? Id concerns him as well." Boromir cut in, glancing back towards the washroom. Aragorn shook his head and motioned the rest of the fellowship to take a seat. They complied but silently.
'Nay. Let him rest for now. I am sure he is thinking over the same things we are anyway. He will probably find a solution quicker with that keen elvish mind of his before we ever could.' He wrote swiftly, glancing over the slightly shocked expression smeared across Frodo and Sam's little cherub faces.
The two hobbits as well as Gimli had been informed by Pippin of the rest of the fellowships wakefulness as well as their new impairments, but the full force of it had not yet hit them until they saw Aragorn scrawling away with vaguely clouded steel eyes and Boromir watching mutely as if he would be lost without him.
It was unsettling and somewhat frightening really. To see them like that… Nevertheless, as long they were all alive, everything would be all right. It just had to be… Right?
Galfin, with much coaxing, soon told the company what he knew of 'The Judge' or at least some of it, not giving away his most precious knowledge.
Informing them of the bands' purpose to mark the Triangle and prove the mirror having passed 'judgment' upon them. In addition, that the crowning bands would brake and be removable once each of their trials was complete. He told them of the poem prophecy as well, that spoke of the Fellowships happening upon the White Valley…
'What once was nine, now is eight...With Wearied feet and twisted fate...' …how ironic….
Aragorn quickly wrote out the important parts of the conversation for Boromir to read, every so often interrupting the boy with a comment or question of his own.
The group for the most part sat quietly and swallowed the sour information as best as they could, still somewhat confused as to the purpose of the judgment and as to what exactly the 'trials' were to be. Yet, not even Galfin really knew what those were.
So, the company sat in silent conversation for the next moon shift, discussing plans and idea's, eyes heavy and weary worn.
***************
(Go to the bottom for translations it doesn't make sense without them.)
"Master Galfin! Master GALFIN!"
The inn was screaming with panicked workers, woken rudely from slumber by disturbing sounds and screams from outside, being shaken almost literally from their cloud-soft beds. "Mata' no jigoku nai nue!!! Nai NUE!!!!(1)" They yelled in fright, searching high and low for their beloved master who they had to, above all else, protect, love, and serve… by 'his' divine order and their own hearts.
In a terrified scramble one of Galfin's closest friends and employee's, Cirabethe, ran down the halls of his lords bedchambers and threw open all the doors he passed, searching each and yelling for their occupants to flee. By chance, he came across his lord and brother in the three lovely members of the fellowship's room, bursting in out of breath and screaming at the top of his lungs.
"NAI NUE!!!"(2)
Cirabethe fell to his knee's his eyes wild and fired open to their limits as Galfin and the fellowship stood almost in unison and ran quickly to him, hearing, for the most part, the cries of the cities people for the first time. "Cirabethe! Forto'lin, jin'tana i tara kou?"(3) Galfin asked quickly, brushing his shaking companions long black hair away form his face and behind his pale oval ear.
Cirabethe practically leaped forward latching onto his masters arms starring him in the eyes worriedly. "Mata' no jigoku nai nue! Nai NUE!!!!" He screamed between heaving breaths, his normally soft voice cracking in desperation and fear. "Mai Inari…. Nae, i tica'na ceri'fain! Honto fir, hatho nir!"(4) He replied, lightly grasping his friends shaking hands trying to calm and comfort him.
The company looked confused and worriedly between the two, not understanding a word of the foreign yet strangely beautiful language. "What is going on?" Frodo moved his gaze from the two boys towards Aragorn, watching as the man tried hard to understand Galfin's words. He shook his head. "Tis'in tefuo! i de Yrch! Dey ce nai nue'te Mata' no!(5) You must escape master!" Cirabethe pleaded, collapsing against Galfin and wrapped him in a fierce hug as tearful tremors wracked his oddly pale form.
Yrch… elvish for Orc.. Now there's a word Aragorn understood!
Quickly, he picked up his pen and scribbled out a question forcing it in front of Galfin's face. The boy blinked at the paper practically pressed against his nose and moved his head back a little to read it. He blinked again as he turned to the fellowship holding tighter to his friends frail body, a somewhat haunted look mirrored now in his own eyes.
"My city be under attack say's Cirabethe… However, cannot I see how it be possible. White Valley is protected, should not be it able to be found by enemies." Galfin said, his lips trembling and his knuckles white against the dark material of Cirabethe's tunic. "My p-people.. cannot fight.." he shook his head, whispering it as he locked eyes with Aragorn.
There was a long silence, the two cuddling children trembling along with the walls of the room as the distinct rumble of battle drew near. Then-
'I will fight for you.' The Ranger quickly wrote, his eyes turning towards the hearth of the large fireplace across from them were his sword and daggers lay. "You cannot fight!" Sam commanded, moving forward as he grasped tightly to his own dagger at his hip. Aragorn shook his head and scribbled a few more words. 'I may not be able to speak, but I can still hold a sword. I WILL fight!'
His eyes held strength and commanding will that would not be put down when he next looked back up to the worried gardener, who, reluctantly nodded. "Then we will fight as well. Someone has to watch your back." Frodo replied, standing as well and moving next to Sam.
"I will fighd as well den." Boromir said, shifting his weight nervously as the unsettling silence he alone suffered. The Ranger shook his head sharply. 'Nay, Boromir, your ailment is more severe then mine. It will hinder your ability. I will not sacrifice your life to this town which has already taken too much!' Aragorn wrote, ordering sternly, but the other man would have none of it. "If you can fighd, den so can I!" he replied.
'Boromir!… please.. 'I' do not want to loose you, especially to this place. Please stay here. Protect Galfin and Legolas for me… please…' the Ranger's words pleaded, showing the paper only to Boromir. The genuine worry, pain and- 'something' else shining in his eyes so strong that the other man almost forgot to breath.
"I-I.." Boromir stuttered, finding himself lost in his companions steel gray gaze. I cannot deny him anything, can I? I thought I could but-…
"Aye, Aragorn. I shall stay." He whispered, shifting closer to the two shaking boys. Aragorn nodded pleased and smiled, really, genuinely smiled at the son of Gondor and his heart melted. No, I couldn't deny him anything. Anything at all…
'Protect them well. And watch Legolas please, he will try hard to fight.' The ranger scribbled swiftly before passing both the paper and pen to the other man and stood retrieving his weapons. "Be careful, friends. Wish not I to loose you either." 'Any sooner than I already am…' Galfin added in his mind.
Aragorn nodded, as did the hobbits as the group stood, respective weapons drawn, and fled, searching for the battle with racing hearts.
**********
Legolas was outside, wrapped in nothing more than a short towel that reached mid thigh, with his quiver strapped loosely upon his back and his bow and long-knife in hand before the rest of the fellowship even knew of the trouble. He could not see, true, but his other senses had finally started to adjust and sharpen, allowing him to pick his way through the building without injury. Thank the stars there was a door adjoining the washroom he had been bathing in that led into the inn instead of just back into his room.
Aragorn most certainly would not have let the blond Prince fight if he could stop him.
With caution, Legolas had found a perch just outside the entrance to Galfin's Inn about five feet off the ground and climbed up then took to shooting anything that came in range and smelled fowl. So far, it had served the elf well, felling probably a good eight or so, he was assuming, Orc's by their stench.
His right ear twitched and perked up as he caught an odd commotion coming from the door of the Inn and he turned bow nocked and raised for firing, waiting for the familiar sent to reach his nose. Instead, it was a familiar voice. Uh-oh.
"Legolas! Get inside you blasted elf! You cannot fight in your condition!" "Condition? You act as if I were dying Master dwarf. I am quite fine I assure you." Legolas replied, turning swiftly and catching another Orc somewhat accidentally in the stomach as it lunged for his perch. "You stubborn thing! Get inside!!"
Two more of the twisted beings rushed him snarling and screaming in their fowl language, one dying about a foot from the blonde's pedestal with an ax protruding from its now cleaved head. However, the other managed to get close enough to scramble up part of the perch and grab a hold of the princes towel, tearing it away with him as another arrow buried its way into its neck.
The Elf dropped his long knife with a sharp gasp as the pull on his protective covering yanked him forward and nearly caused him to topple head first from his perch. Legolas barely caught himself on the edge of the short pillar, landing roughly on his now bare side, groping wildly for his bow and long knife; unaware that the blade had fallen with the Orc.
"Legolas!" someone yelled from far away accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps charging straight.. At… Him….
In a blind, somewhat frightened, rush the wood-elf grasped his bow and pulled an arrow from his back quicker than even an elvish eye could see and nocked it aiming directly at the center of what ever was running for him. With a desperate shuddering breath he released.
Aragorn slid to a rather ungraceful halt as he realized his mistake and watched with wide eyes and a silent yell upon his lips as the arrow released and flew with terrifying speed at its target.
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TBC… Dum Dum DUM!!! Leave you hanging? You figure it out? Huh? Hehe ^_^ hope not, that'd spoil all the fun.
Hope you like the cliffhanger! ^_~ Sorry it took so long to write, but isn't the image of Elf boy runnin' around in a towel and then ooooh nekkid worth it? I think so! ^________________^ Well, I hope you all enjoyed it, I'm still having trouble with these. I need idea's PLEASE! Anything is welcome, but Teara I'm not sure if I can get that whole tree's and dwarves thing into this one. I might have to put it into a different story. Oh well. Please R/R!
Oh and Cirabethe is pronounced See-rah-Beth. Ok? ^_^
Translations: (Galfin's speech this time, not elvish)
Mata' no jigoku nai nue!!! Nai NUE! – The city is under attack! Under attack!!!
NAI NUE!!! – Under attack!!! (Doesn't make much sense spoken in the common tongue bare with me here)
Cirabethe! Forto'lin, jin'tana i tara kou? - Cirabethe! My friend, what is the matter?
Mai Inari.. Nae, i tica'na ceri'fain! Honto fir, hatho nir! -- By Inari (the name they call God) Nay, it cannot be! Its not possible!
Tis'in tefuo! i de Yrch! Dey ce nai nue'te Mata' no! – It `tis true! It is the Orc! They are attacking the city!
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