Disclaimer ~ Never have, never will own Lord of the Rings nor the song either.
Author's Note ~ If anyone wishes to help me kill writer's block, then they are very welcome to. I cannot believe how bad it has hit me and I feel bad for making people wait for more chapters to my fics. I am deeply sorry and I will do my very best to rid myself of writer's block. That aside, I'm writing this fic especially for and dedicated to four very good friends of mine, Kate, Kara, Ty and TD. It has now been past a year since I've known their friendship and I have to say that I owe more to them than they can know. Kate, Kara, Ty, TD, if you read this then I must tell you this; I am grateful and proud to be your friend and I cherish our friendship deeply and I also cherish all the time I spend with you guys. You will always be my best friends, probably the greatest and from my heart I thank you for everything you have done for me.
One last thing; Ty, there's a part in this chapter that I think you will love, I did it just for you ^_~
Dedicated to Kate, Kara, Ty and TD.
Summary ~ When Pippin is fatally wounded and dies from an orc attack, Merry flees from everyone and everything around him. Lost in his grief, Merry is captured by the same orcs that attacked Pippin. Legolas goes alone to save Merry from the same fate as Pippin, for he made a promise with the hobbit before he died, a promise he won't break.
The Lord Of The Rings
A Promise Lives Within You
Chapter 4-Into The Dragon's Den
Merry ran swiftly on across the grassy plain, having left the cover of the trees of Rivendell a while ago.
After he had awoken from the dream, Merry couldn't go back to sleep and only thought about how badly he had failed his cousin and the promise they had made to each other. He could stay in Rivendell no longer and he had left during the night.
He had been careful to wake no one and made sure he wasn't being followed. He had taken little, some bits of food and his small sword, but he had nothing more. He did not know or care where he was going, he just cared about getting away from everyone else as quickly as possible.
Once he reached the top of a small hill, he briefly paused to rest. Sitting on the edge of a large rock, he took deep breaths and ran a hand through his hair. He had been running most of the night and dawn and was very tired, but he refused to let tiredness stop him.
After a few moments, he stood back up and started walking downhill and into a stretch of long, tall grass that could almost compare to Farmer Maggot's corn crops. Going through such land was very dangerous, especially for people like hobbits. Though it concealed them from danger, it also concealed the danger itself.
Merry was very anxious, but pulled his cloak around him further and continued along his chosen path. For several minutes he continued, but suddenly stopped and looked around. He couldn't explain it, but he had a bitter feeling of dread deep within him. Then the wind blew directly in his face, causing him to shiver and clutch the edges of his cloak even tighter. It was as if the wind itself was screaming at him to turn back.
The fear building with the hobbit grew bigger, but despite that and the dread and the wind, he stubbornly refused to turn back, even if it was to take another route around the high grass.
Suddenly, he heard a crack, like someone or something stepping on a twig and breaking it. Merry spun around and looked all around, but all he could see where the tall grass blades.
Not waiting for anything to come and find him, Merry started walking again. His fear rose even more along with his panic and that walk became a jog, which then became a run. He ran as fast as he could as shrieking sounds started filling the air behind him and a chill ran up his spine.
Orcs.
He realised they must've been watching and waiting for him to come into the tall grass, where they would ambush him. He cursed himself for being so foolish and tried to run at an even faster pace.
Then he felt something leap on to his back and he knew no more.
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Legolas had already turned around and started running off when he heard his friends calling at him, telling him to stop and not rush off.
However he could not abide; he HAD to find Merry!
Aragorn watched with a grim face as his elven friend ran off on his own. He had to jump forward and stop Gimli from making the same mistake and going alone after the elf.
"No Gimli, let him go."
The dwarf turned to the man with a scowl upon his face and that didn't surprise Aragorn in the least. He knew that after the One ring had been destroyed, both Legolas and Gimli had grown to be very good friends, travelling together into places neither wouldn't hadn't dared to go before. Before Gimli could protest, Aragorn continued.
"It would be pointless to try and pursue Legolas. On foot he is much swifter than any one of us. Besides," He spoke in a whisper at this point. "He has his own reason to go without waiting for us."
Gimli grunted his disapproval while the others looked at each other half in confusion and half in grave concern.
"What does Strider mean by that I wonder." Sam said quietly to Frodo.
Frodo made no reply, but he knew why.
'The promise.' Frodo thought to himself. 'To keep the promise and nothing will stop him.'
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Legolas kneeled down to examine some marks in the muddy ground. He could easily and clearly see that someone had come this way earlier, stumbling on the large tree root next to him. Legolas then lifted his head and looked ahead. He knew he was on Merry's trail.
Legolas quickly rose to his feet and continued his desperate run through the thick trees of Rivendell. He silently cursed himself; he should've seen this coming, it was rather obviously that it might have done. But something in the back of his mind told him to stop blaming himself. He couldn't have known Merry would choose for sure to run off and he definitely couldn't have predicated when he would.
On and on he ran with no pause for rest or to catch back his breath. He finally made it out of the trees, not knowing or caring how much time had passed.
Legolas stopped upon a hill, looking down at the land around him and in particular noting the area covered by tall grass. He focused his eyes hard, looking for anything that might indicate which way Merry took next, though he suspected with dread he went through the grass.
As if to prove his fears right, Legolas' sharp eyes saw something lying on the dirty ground, glinting in the light of the sun. He jumped down and carefully made his way down to where to object lay, kneeling down. Legolas brushed his fingertips over the trinket first before slowly picking it up and laying it in the palm of his hand, looking at it.
It was an elven broach, the one that Merry had been wearing on his cloak.
Legolas' eyes widened as he stared at it, fear and dread welling up inside him. It appeared that indeed Merry had crossed the grass and something had happened to him, something terrible.
It was then that Legolas' keen ears heard voices. He slowly stood up and turned around.
Orcs, a whole gathering of them, emerging from the tall grass. They sneered and hissed at the elf that stood in front of them. They were ready to attack him and they outnumbered him ten to one. Legolas tensed and slowly drew his dagger to prepare for the orcs' attack.
Suddenly Legolas spied an object in one of the orcs' hands.
It was a small silver sword, almost like a dagger. Legolas instantly recognised it as Merry's weapon. Now he knew what had happened to his hobbit friend; the orcs had captured him. Knowing this, Legolas slowly stood completely straight and held out the hand holding his dagger…
…and dropped his silver weapon.
With a cry of sheer delight, the orcs pounced upon the elf.
*Grins evily* MWAHAHAHA! Nasty cliffhanger ne? *grins even more* I bet your dying to find out! All will be revealed in next chapter ^-^
Author's Note ~ If anyone wishes to help me kill writer's block, then they are very welcome to. I cannot believe how bad it has hit me and I feel bad for making people wait for more chapters to my fics. I am deeply sorry and I will do my very best to rid myself of writer's block. That aside, I'm writing this fic especially for and dedicated to four very good friends of mine, Kate, Kara, Ty and TD. It has now been past a year since I've known their friendship and I have to say that I owe more to them than they can know. Kate, Kara, Ty, TD, if you read this then I must tell you this; I am grateful and proud to be your friend and I cherish our friendship deeply and I also cherish all the time I spend with you guys. You will always be my best friends, probably the greatest and from my heart I thank you for everything you have done for me.
One last thing; Ty, there's a part in this chapter that I think you will love, I did it just for you ^_~
Dedicated to Kate, Kara, Ty and TD.
Summary ~ When Pippin is fatally wounded and dies from an orc attack, Merry flees from everyone and everything around him. Lost in his grief, Merry is captured by the same orcs that attacked Pippin. Legolas goes alone to save Merry from the same fate as Pippin, for he made a promise with the hobbit before he died, a promise he won't break.
The Lord Of The Rings
A Promise Lives Within You
Chapter 4-Into The Dragon's Den
Merry ran swiftly on across the grassy plain, having left the cover of the trees of Rivendell a while ago.
After he had awoken from the dream, Merry couldn't go back to sleep and only thought about how badly he had failed his cousin and the promise they had made to each other. He could stay in Rivendell no longer and he had left during the night.
He had been careful to wake no one and made sure he wasn't being followed. He had taken little, some bits of food and his small sword, but he had nothing more. He did not know or care where he was going, he just cared about getting away from everyone else as quickly as possible.
Once he reached the top of a small hill, he briefly paused to rest. Sitting on the edge of a large rock, he took deep breaths and ran a hand through his hair. He had been running most of the night and dawn and was very tired, but he refused to let tiredness stop him.
After a few moments, he stood back up and started walking downhill and into a stretch of long, tall grass that could almost compare to Farmer Maggot's corn crops. Going through such land was very dangerous, especially for people like hobbits. Though it concealed them from danger, it also concealed the danger itself.
Merry was very anxious, but pulled his cloak around him further and continued along his chosen path. For several minutes he continued, but suddenly stopped and looked around. He couldn't explain it, but he had a bitter feeling of dread deep within him. Then the wind blew directly in his face, causing him to shiver and clutch the edges of his cloak even tighter. It was as if the wind itself was screaming at him to turn back.
The fear building with the hobbit grew bigger, but despite that and the dread and the wind, he stubbornly refused to turn back, even if it was to take another route around the high grass.
Suddenly, he heard a crack, like someone or something stepping on a twig and breaking it. Merry spun around and looked all around, but all he could see where the tall grass blades.
Not waiting for anything to come and find him, Merry started walking again. His fear rose even more along with his panic and that walk became a jog, which then became a run. He ran as fast as he could as shrieking sounds started filling the air behind him and a chill ran up his spine.
Orcs.
He realised they must've been watching and waiting for him to come into the tall grass, where they would ambush him. He cursed himself for being so foolish and tried to run at an even faster pace.
Then he felt something leap on to his back and he knew no more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas had already turned around and started running off when he heard his friends calling at him, telling him to stop and not rush off.
However he could not abide; he HAD to find Merry!
Aragorn watched with a grim face as his elven friend ran off on his own. He had to jump forward and stop Gimli from making the same mistake and going alone after the elf.
"No Gimli, let him go."
The dwarf turned to the man with a scowl upon his face and that didn't surprise Aragorn in the least. He knew that after the One ring had been destroyed, both Legolas and Gimli had grown to be very good friends, travelling together into places neither wouldn't hadn't dared to go before. Before Gimli could protest, Aragorn continued.
"It would be pointless to try and pursue Legolas. On foot he is much swifter than any one of us. Besides," He spoke in a whisper at this point. "He has his own reason to go without waiting for us."
Gimli grunted his disapproval while the others looked at each other half in confusion and half in grave concern.
"What does Strider mean by that I wonder." Sam said quietly to Frodo.
Frodo made no reply, but he knew why.
'The promise.' Frodo thought to himself. 'To keep the promise and nothing will stop him.'
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Legolas kneeled down to examine some marks in the muddy ground. He could easily and clearly see that someone had come this way earlier, stumbling on the large tree root next to him. Legolas then lifted his head and looked ahead. He knew he was on Merry's trail.
Legolas quickly rose to his feet and continued his desperate run through the thick trees of Rivendell. He silently cursed himself; he should've seen this coming, it was rather obviously that it might have done. But something in the back of his mind told him to stop blaming himself. He couldn't have known Merry would choose for sure to run off and he definitely couldn't have predicated when he would.
On and on he ran with no pause for rest or to catch back his breath. He finally made it out of the trees, not knowing or caring how much time had passed.
Legolas stopped upon a hill, looking down at the land around him and in particular noting the area covered by tall grass. He focused his eyes hard, looking for anything that might indicate which way Merry took next, though he suspected with dread he went through the grass.
As if to prove his fears right, Legolas' sharp eyes saw something lying on the dirty ground, glinting in the light of the sun. He jumped down and carefully made his way down to where to object lay, kneeling down. Legolas brushed his fingertips over the trinket first before slowly picking it up and laying it in the palm of his hand, looking at it.
It was an elven broach, the one that Merry had been wearing on his cloak.
Legolas' eyes widened as he stared at it, fear and dread welling up inside him. It appeared that indeed Merry had crossed the grass and something had happened to him, something terrible.
It was then that Legolas' keen ears heard voices. He slowly stood up and turned around.
Orcs, a whole gathering of them, emerging from the tall grass. They sneered and hissed at the elf that stood in front of them. They were ready to attack him and they outnumbered him ten to one. Legolas tensed and slowly drew his dagger to prepare for the orcs' attack.
Suddenly Legolas spied an object in one of the orcs' hands.
It was a small silver sword, almost like a dagger. Legolas instantly recognised it as Merry's weapon. Now he knew what had happened to his hobbit friend; the orcs had captured him. Knowing this, Legolas slowly stood completely straight and held out the hand holding his dagger…
…and dropped his silver weapon.
With a cry of sheer delight, the orcs pounced upon the elf.
*Grins evily* MWAHAHAHA! Nasty cliffhanger ne? *grins even more* I bet your dying to find out! All will be revealed in next chapter ^-^