Author ~ Halo Son
Rating ~ PG
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?! The characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them!
Author's Note ~ A story I came up with while brainstorming, I doubt there's much else to say expect this story takes place before FOTR. Oh yes and also I'm changing a little bit in the history by saying that Aragorn's mother and father both died in an orc attack.
Summary ~ What began as a pleasant stroll for Elladan, Elrohir, Aragorn and Legolas turns into a storm of an argument between the man and the elf prince. In the aftermath, Aragorn goes missing and Legolas doesn't seem to care. Elladan and Elrohir leave to find Aragorn and sort out this mess, but some sinister dangers await the elven twins and their human brother and in the end, they're fate may lay in the hands of the elf prince who is no where in sight.
The Lord Of The Rings
Falling Into Silence
Chapter 5-Discoveries
"Trelan do you not think it is about time to make camp?"
"I believe we should go a bit further Raniean."
Raniean rolled his eyes and shook his head. Trying to convince Trelan to do anything was almost impossible for him and it was highly frustrating and it was beginning to show on the elf's features.
Trelan and Raniean had been sent from Mirkwood to go to Rivendell and escort the young prince home. It had been over a month since Legolas had left Mirkwood to visit his friends in Rivendell and the King felt it was about time that his son returned home.
The two elves were roughly half the way there now and were both looking forward to seeing the prince and Aragorn in particular. They had both been pulled into a couple of trouble filled perils involving the man and elf prince and had grown quite fond of the human.
Raniean then let out a small yawn and Trelan turned to face him with a look of annoyance in his eyes, but he sighed.
"Oh very well Raniean, you have made your point." He said. "We will stop here for the night, happy?"
"Very." Raniean replied with a grin and Trelan shook his head.
Trelan opened a small pack and rooted through it trying to find some of their food supplies. He looked up to Raniean to ask him what he wanted, when he noticed his friend looking a little disturbed. Raising an eyebrow, Trelan walked over to him.
"Raniean, are you alright?"
Raniean turned to Trelan slowly then glanced down, "Just now I felt a strange thing."
"What was it?"
"I know not. I just got a feeling that something ill had befallen near."
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The morning was cold and misty.
Legolas wrapped his dark green cloak closer across his body and held his bow firmly in his hands. He had only awoken from his short night rest two hours ago. He had been tracking Elladan and Elrohir in the morning after the night they left and like the twins, he had not informed the elven lord of Imladris himself of his leave.
When Legolas had found the spot by the waterfall he had found many more tracks in the ground and the smell of men was evident and fear welled up in Legolas' entire being. He guessed that the twins had been captured and perhaps Aragorn was with them, so he followed the prints of the men.
The elf prince followed the track of the humans and their prisoners for those several hours he had been awake until he was led to a rocky outcrop where it was apparent they had made camp for the night.
Legolas also spotted a river nearby, the same river that connected with the waterfall downstream. The humans had taken a course that followed the flowing water path upstream and Legolas assumed the reason for that was it led them to wherever they intended to go.
Legolas stalked down to the water's edge and discovered that the group had gone a little further up the river's track then crossed it. His sharp elven eyes also spotted something else on the other side of the river.
Something…or someone…was lying on the bank, completely still and unrecognisable through the veil of the mist.
Using the rocks that dipped out from the water as stepping-stones, Legolas crossed the river with some amount of ease and cautiously made his way towards the still person. As he got closer, the figure's clothes became recognisable and long black hair blew freely yet limply in the bitter morning breeze, covering the pale face.
Legolas felt his heart beat faster in his chest and it almost felt painful. A lump rose in his throat and his body began to fell numb and it wasn't from the cold. His slow pace turned into a quick dash and he skidded to a stop and fell to his knees beside the still elf on the ground, wrapping his arms around the slack shoulders.
"Elladan!" He cried. "Elladan! Oh Iluvitar what has happened to you?!"
Being as gentle as he could, Legolas turned the wounded elf on to his back and held him up against his chest. This elected a groan from Elladan and pain filled, half-open eyes looked up into the worried ones.
"L-Legolas?" Elladan's voice was rough and barely a whisper.
"Peace my friend." Legolas whispered. "I am here."
Usually whenever Elladan was injured, no matter how badly, he would try to move and gather his surroundings, but this time he made no attempt and this greatly troubled Legolas. He was afraid to see just how bad the elf's injuries were and he swallowed hard.
Elladan coughed hard and shifted ever so slightly under Legolas' hold, but made no effort to rise and moaned one more. Legolas switched to speaking quietly to the fallen elf in elvish and lifted him up so he could move further up and the bank and bring him away from the freezing water.
Once he did that, Legolas began to notice the whole seriousness of Elladan's condition. He felt Elladan's face and it was very cold, almost icy. The elf prince then noticed the blood, the blood that seemed to cover Elladan from head to toe. It made him feel sick.
Elladan's tunic was ripped, even shredded in places. Whatever had happened to him it had been brutal, horrific and relentless and Legolas felt rage, guilt and sorrow boil up inside him all at once.
"L-Legolas?"
The elf prince opened his eyes and looked down at the elf in his arms. He stared in bewilderment as one of Elladan's hands touched his face near his eyes.
"You're…you're crying."
Legolas blinked in surprise and put one of his own hands to his face and let his fingers trail down the path of liquid silver. He didn't even realise he was crying, his raging and conflicting emotions had taken control of him for that brief instant.
"Why?" Elladan whispered. "Why…do you cry?"
Legolas looked in depth at the older twin for a moment before turning his head away, "I am sorry Elladan."
Daze filled eyes watched the elf prince as he continued, "I should've come with you to look for Estel when you left. I should not have let my anger blind me. Whatever had befallen you, Elrohir and Aragorn, it is my fault."
"No Legolas." Elladan whispered, wincing for a moment but willed himself to speak. "It is not your fault. I am…glad you did not come with us. Neron would've…captured you with us."
"Neron? Is he the one who did this to you?" Legolas asked with anger clearly echoed in his voice.
"No…but he…ordered it." Elladan replied. "They…hurt…Estel…had…protect him…"
Panic began to take a hold of the elf prince as Elladan's breathing got more raspy and sharp. Legolas tried to hush Elladan, but the elf would have none of it, he was determined to continue.
"I…had to protect him Legolas. He is…always will be…my little brother. Neron…hit him and I…I lashed out. It was…orcs…that did this."
"Orcs?!" Legolas practically spat the words from his mouth with hate.
"Yes…Neron's men…they captured some orcs, but for what purpose I do not know. Legolas…Neron he…he…"
"He did what Elladan?"
"He…silenced the orcs…controlled them."
Legolas' eyes went wide and his mouth dropped. Never before had he known of anyone controlling orcs, let alone a human. There was only one person that controlled the slaves to darkness…and that was the dark Lord Sauron.
"Neron is…no mere human Legolas. He is…a demon…of that I am sure…that or he keeps company with one. He ordered the orcs to hurt me and they did. Once they finished they left me for dead…but even now I can still hear Estel and Elrohir's cries in my head."
Elladan grabbed one of Legolas' hands and squeezed it tightly, "Go Legolas. Leave me and save them."
"No!" Legolas cried. "No Elladan! I cannot leave you here!"
"You must…go after Neron…you must save Estel and Elrohir. Please Legolas, go."
"Elladan…do not make me." Legolas pleaded, once again not noticing the tears snaking down his face. "Do not make me Elladan, because I simply cannot leave you here to die."
Legolas seemed to be torn in two. One the one side he wanted to continue his pursuit of the humans and rescue Aragorn and Elrohir, but on the other he couldn't leave Elladan no matter what the peril his other two friends were in.
Then it seemed Iluvitar was shinning on the elf prince and Elladan, for at that moment crying voices drifted upon the wind and alerted Legolas. His head turned in a second and to his great relief and joy he saw Trelan and Raniean. The two elves were calling his name in alarm and jumping across the stepping-stones.
"Prince Legolas!" Trelan yelled as he ran to Legolas and Elladan with Raniean behind him. "My lord, what has happened here?!"
"Elladan!" Raniean cried. "What has happened to you? My prince are you alright?"
"Peace Raniean, Trelan, I am fine." Legolas replied. "What has happened is a long story, but I have not the time to explain it to you now."
Legolas then eased Elladan into Trelan's arms and stood up, picking up his bow from where it rested on the ground and clenched it tightly, "I want you both to take Elladan to Rivendell. I must follow Neron and his men."
"Neron? Who is that?" Trelan asked, glancing down for a moment and brushing Elladan's hair from his face.
"He is…" Legolas shook his head. "From what Elladan has told me, I am not sure what he is. What I do know is that he is the leader of a band of men that have taken Aragorn and Elrohir prisoner."
Trelan and Raniean's mouths fell and they visibly paled. Raniean then stood up and went to Legolas' side.
"Then let me come with you my lord. Trelan can take Elladan back to Rivendell and I would be happier to follow you." Raniean said.
Legolas shook his head once more then gave a weary smile, "No Raniean, I want you to go back with Trelan to Rivendell. I will be fine." Raniean and Trelan started to protest at once so Legolas held up a hand. "Please, do this for me."
Trelan and Raniean looked at each other and reluctantly agreed. Legolas thanked them both with a smile and then turned back to the tracks left by the hunters and their prisoners and sped off down the dirt path following them.
Trelan and Raniean glanced at each other before giving a nod as a sign of a silent agreement, stood up with Elladan securely in Trelan's arms and started making their way to Rivendell.
Neither one of them had a clue as to how this would exactly turn out, but one thing was for sure; if a demon was involved in all this, then things would only get worse.
TBC…
Rating ~ PG
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?! The characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them!
Author's Note ~ A story I came up with while brainstorming, I doubt there's much else to say expect this story takes place before FOTR. Oh yes and also I'm changing a little bit in the history by saying that Aragorn's mother and father both died in an orc attack.
Summary ~ What began as a pleasant stroll for Elladan, Elrohir, Aragorn and Legolas turns into a storm of an argument between the man and the elf prince. In the aftermath, Aragorn goes missing and Legolas doesn't seem to care. Elladan and Elrohir leave to find Aragorn and sort out this mess, but some sinister dangers await the elven twins and their human brother and in the end, they're fate may lay in the hands of the elf prince who is no where in sight.
The Lord Of The Rings
Falling Into Silence
Chapter 5-Discoveries
"Trelan do you not think it is about time to make camp?"
"I believe we should go a bit further Raniean."
Raniean rolled his eyes and shook his head. Trying to convince Trelan to do anything was almost impossible for him and it was highly frustrating and it was beginning to show on the elf's features.
Trelan and Raniean had been sent from Mirkwood to go to Rivendell and escort the young prince home. It had been over a month since Legolas had left Mirkwood to visit his friends in Rivendell and the King felt it was about time that his son returned home.
The two elves were roughly half the way there now and were both looking forward to seeing the prince and Aragorn in particular. They had both been pulled into a couple of trouble filled perils involving the man and elf prince and had grown quite fond of the human.
Raniean then let out a small yawn and Trelan turned to face him with a look of annoyance in his eyes, but he sighed.
"Oh very well Raniean, you have made your point." He said. "We will stop here for the night, happy?"
"Very." Raniean replied with a grin and Trelan shook his head.
Trelan opened a small pack and rooted through it trying to find some of their food supplies. He looked up to Raniean to ask him what he wanted, when he noticed his friend looking a little disturbed. Raising an eyebrow, Trelan walked over to him.
"Raniean, are you alright?"
Raniean turned to Trelan slowly then glanced down, "Just now I felt a strange thing."
"What was it?"
"I know not. I just got a feeling that something ill had befallen near."
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The morning was cold and misty.
Legolas wrapped his dark green cloak closer across his body and held his bow firmly in his hands. He had only awoken from his short night rest two hours ago. He had been tracking Elladan and Elrohir in the morning after the night they left and like the twins, he had not informed the elven lord of Imladris himself of his leave.
When Legolas had found the spot by the waterfall he had found many more tracks in the ground and the smell of men was evident and fear welled up in Legolas' entire being. He guessed that the twins had been captured and perhaps Aragorn was with them, so he followed the prints of the men.
The elf prince followed the track of the humans and their prisoners for those several hours he had been awake until he was led to a rocky outcrop where it was apparent they had made camp for the night.
Legolas also spotted a river nearby, the same river that connected with the waterfall downstream. The humans had taken a course that followed the flowing water path upstream and Legolas assumed the reason for that was it led them to wherever they intended to go.
Legolas stalked down to the water's edge and discovered that the group had gone a little further up the river's track then crossed it. His sharp elven eyes also spotted something else on the other side of the river.
Something…or someone…was lying on the bank, completely still and unrecognisable through the veil of the mist.
Using the rocks that dipped out from the water as stepping-stones, Legolas crossed the river with some amount of ease and cautiously made his way towards the still person. As he got closer, the figure's clothes became recognisable and long black hair blew freely yet limply in the bitter morning breeze, covering the pale face.
Legolas felt his heart beat faster in his chest and it almost felt painful. A lump rose in his throat and his body began to fell numb and it wasn't from the cold. His slow pace turned into a quick dash and he skidded to a stop and fell to his knees beside the still elf on the ground, wrapping his arms around the slack shoulders.
"Elladan!" He cried. "Elladan! Oh Iluvitar what has happened to you?!"
Being as gentle as he could, Legolas turned the wounded elf on to his back and held him up against his chest. This elected a groan from Elladan and pain filled, half-open eyes looked up into the worried ones.
"L-Legolas?" Elladan's voice was rough and barely a whisper.
"Peace my friend." Legolas whispered. "I am here."
Usually whenever Elladan was injured, no matter how badly, he would try to move and gather his surroundings, but this time he made no attempt and this greatly troubled Legolas. He was afraid to see just how bad the elf's injuries were and he swallowed hard.
Elladan coughed hard and shifted ever so slightly under Legolas' hold, but made no effort to rise and moaned one more. Legolas switched to speaking quietly to the fallen elf in elvish and lifted him up so he could move further up and the bank and bring him away from the freezing water.
Once he did that, Legolas began to notice the whole seriousness of Elladan's condition. He felt Elladan's face and it was very cold, almost icy. The elf prince then noticed the blood, the blood that seemed to cover Elladan from head to toe. It made him feel sick.
Elladan's tunic was ripped, even shredded in places. Whatever had happened to him it had been brutal, horrific and relentless and Legolas felt rage, guilt and sorrow boil up inside him all at once.
"L-Legolas?"
The elf prince opened his eyes and looked down at the elf in his arms. He stared in bewilderment as one of Elladan's hands touched his face near his eyes.
"You're…you're crying."
Legolas blinked in surprise and put one of his own hands to his face and let his fingers trail down the path of liquid silver. He didn't even realise he was crying, his raging and conflicting emotions had taken control of him for that brief instant.
"Why?" Elladan whispered. "Why…do you cry?"
Legolas looked in depth at the older twin for a moment before turning his head away, "I am sorry Elladan."
Daze filled eyes watched the elf prince as he continued, "I should've come with you to look for Estel when you left. I should not have let my anger blind me. Whatever had befallen you, Elrohir and Aragorn, it is my fault."
"No Legolas." Elladan whispered, wincing for a moment but willed himself to speak. "It is not your fault. I am…glad you did not come with us. Neron would've…captured you with us."
"Neron? Is he the one who did this to you?" Legolas asked with anger clearly echoed in his voice.
"No…but he…ordered it." Elladan replied. "They…hurt…Estel…had…protect him…"
Panic began to take a hold of the elf prince as Elladan's breathing got more raspy and sharp. Legolas tried to hush Elladan, but the elf would have none of it, he was determined to continue.
"I…had to protect him Legolas. He is…always will be…my little brother. Neron…hit him and I…I lashed out. It was…orcs…that did this."
"Orcs?!" Legolas practically spat the words from his mouth with hate.
"Yes…Neron's men…they captured some orcs, but for what purpose I do not know. Legolas…Neron he…he…"
"He did what Elladan?"
"He…silenced the orcs…controlled them."
Legolas' eyes went wide and his mouth dropped. Never before had he known of anyone controlling orcs, let alone a human. There was only one person that controlled the slaves to darkness…and that was the dark Lord Sauron.
"Neron is…no mere human Legolas. He is…a demon…of that I am sure…that or he keeps company with one. He ordered the orcs to hurt me and they did. Once they finished they left me for dead…but even now I can still hear Estel and Elrohir's cries in my head."
Elladan grabbed one of Legolas' hands and squeezed it tightly, "Go Legolas. Leave me and save them."
"No!" Legolas cried. "No Elladan! I cannot leave you here!"
"You must…go after Neron…you must save Estel and Elrohir. Please Legolas, go."
"Elladan…do not make me." Legolas pleaded, once again not noticing the tears snaking down his face. "Do not make me Elladan, because I simply cannot leave you here to die."
Legolas seemed to be torn in two. One the one side he wanted to continue his pursuit of the humans and rescue Aragorn and Elrohir, but on the other he couldn't leave Elladan no matter what the peril his other two friends were in.
Then it seemed Iluvitar was shinning on the elf prince and Elladan, for at that moment crying voices drifted upon the wind and alerted Legolas. His head turned in a second and to his great relief and joy he saw Trelan and Raniean. The two elves were calling his name in alarm and jumping across the stepping-stones.
"Prince Legolas!" Trelan yelled as he ran to Legolas and Elladan with Raniean behind him. "My lord, what has happened here?!"
"Elladan!" Raniean cried. "What has happened to you? My prince are you alright?"
"Peace Raniean, Trelan, I am fine." Legolas replied. "What has happened is a long story, but I have not the time to explain it to you now."
Legolas then eased Elladan into Trelan's arms and stood up, picking up his bow from where it rested on the ground and clenched it tightly, "I want you both to take Elladan to Rivendell. I must follow Neron and his men."
"Neron? Who is that?" Trelan asked, glancing down for a moment and brushing Elladan's hair from his face.
"He is…" Legolas shook his head. "From what Elladan has told me, I am not sure what he is. What I do know is that he is the leader of a band of men that have taken Aragorn and Elrohir prisoner."
Trelan and Raniean's mouths fell and they visibly paled. Raniean then stood up and went to Legolas' side.
"Then let me come with you my lord. Trelan can take Elladan back to Rivendell and I would be happier to follow you." Raniean said.
Legolas shook his head once more then gave a weary smile, "No Raniean, I want you to go back with Trelan to Rivendell. I will be fine." Raniean and Trelan started to protest at once so Legolas held up a hand. "Please, do this for me."
Trelan and Raniean looked at each other and reluctantly agreed. Legolas thanked them both with a smile and then turned back to the tracks left by the hunters and their prisoners and sped off down the dirt path following them.
Trelan and Raniean glanced at each other before giving a nod as a sign of a silent agreement, stood up with Elladan securely in Trelan's arms and started making their way to Rivendell.
Neither one of them had a clue as to how this would exactly turn out, but one thing was for sure; if a demon was involved in all this, then things would only get worse.
TBC…