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 6-The Final Terror Act And Escape
'Finally, he's fallen asleep.' Elrohir thought to himself.
The worn elf glanced down at his human brother. The ranger was asleep induced by fatigue, though it was shallow.
Elrohir shifted Aragorn slightly in his arms to allow the man to rest more comfortably against him. Gently resting his head on top of the man's, Elrohir brushed wayward strands of damp black hair from his brother's face and lightly kissed his forehead.
His protective instincts had long kicked into the elf, ever since Elladan had been beaten then left to die in the cold.
Elrohir closed his eyes, attempting to fight back tears and unwittingly let out a tiny sob. He knew that his brother was far behind them, dying and there wasn't a thing he could do to help.
The younger of the twins hated this feeling of helplessness. It always made him sorrowful and bitterly angry with himself. There was only one thing he could do now and like Elladan, he was determined to do it no matter what the cost; keep Estel safe.
The sound of footsteps crunching against crumpled leaves made Elrohir glance up. He watched as Captain Toria crossed the campfire towards where his master was waiting.
The man turned his head to look at the elf and was met with a fierce glare. The human and elf stared at each other with narrowed eyes for a moment before the captain turned away and walked to Neron.
Elrohir finally dropped his gaze back down to Aragorn and ran his fingers through his thick black hair. Leaning his head down, the elf softly whispered in the man's ears, "No matter what happens Estel, I won't let them hurt you. Somehow, we will escape."
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From the cover of the shadows of the trees, the elf prince looked down upon the camp.
He took note of the activities of the men, especially of Captain Toria and Neron, though he didn't know who they were yet.
From his place he could see several people he guessed to be as prisoners, but he couldn't see Elrohir or Aragorn.
Stealthily Legolas stalked around the human camp towards where the prisoners rested. Some time ago the track of the humans had changed course and gone away from the flowing river. Like a shadow, Legolas had followed.
The camp was situated in a rather large clearing in a dark forest that the elf prince was deadly weary of. It seemed to scream of terrible danger to him, yet he had no choice but to continue inside it.
When he rounded the camp to the other side he ever so slightly glanced out from the thick brush and saw, to his extreme relief, Elrohir and Aragorn among some other prisoners.
However, fear began to well inside him when he saw Aragorn lying still in Elrohir's arms. He couldn't tell whether the man was merely asleep or he was hurt.
Legolas breathed heavily and tried to calm himself. He had to stay hidden and alert and think clearly about his next move. He would only get one chance to free Elrohir and Aragorn, so for now he would have to lay low and wait.
But he didn't have to wait long for something to happen.
One of the men he had seen speaking before, who unknown to him was Captain Toria, walked over to the position of Elrohir and Aragorn. The elf was forced roughly pulled up to his feet and led over to the other man, Neron on the other side of the campfire.
Legolas watched as Aragorn, who had been harshly awoken, struggled against one of the guards. The elf prince could do naught but watch for the moment and he found it very hard to do so.
Legolas glanced to the left side of the camp and saw Elrohir being taken into the trees by the other man. Legolas was unsure of what to do. He wanted to follow the man and Elrohir to see where they were going, but also he wanted to stay. This could be his only chance to free Aragorn, now that Neron was out of camp for a while.
Legolas sighed heavily and whispered in elvish to the stars, "Pray the valar Elrohir will be okay."
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"Where are you taking me?" Elrohir asked in a low tone. "Are you going to kill me?"
Neron looked at the elf and tightened his grip on the elf's arm, a smirk forming on his lips, "Oh no dear elf, I'm not going to kill you. I am merely taking you to meet a friend of mine."
A soft grunt of amusement came from Captain Toria, who held Elrohir's other arm and the elf spun to look at him. Elrohir shuddered at the gaze in the man's eyes and he turned his head away, glancing down at the forest floor.
Wherever he was being taken, whoever he was going to meet, he suspected this was an attempt to break his spirit.
As the two men and elf entered a small glade, what could only be described an immense wave of evil rammed into Elrohir and his entire body trembled vigorously.
Neron took a glance at the elf then looked over at his captain and both men smirked in delight. They knew the elf sensed Him and the fair being would suffer beyond words from this encounter, but then to them that was the whole point.
A deep rumble seemed to echo all around the three figures and the ground started shaking, an omen to the approaching malignancy.
An irrepressible wave of fear washed over Elrohir and his head lifted with a sharp jerk. His mouth had fallen and his eyes were wide and deeply filled with a horrified terror.
Something was coming, coming for him and he knew what it was.
He shrieked in some unseen agony and endeavoured to break free from his captors and get away from this imminent monster.
He couldn't be here when it arrived, he couldn't!
From a very early age he had been told stories, like his twin brother, of what would happen if an elf came into contact with a demon of pure evil, but he never thought he would have to find out.
A domineering roar filled the glade and a pair of menacing eyes was seen through the darkness of the trees ahead.
Elrohir's heart hammered in his chest and his breathing was fast and irregular. He shook his head, so desperate to escape this place, but he could not.
It was too late; the beast was here.
"So at least we meet, son of Elrond."
Elrohir squeezed his eyes shut tightly and howled an almighty wail that echoed a message of an immortal being facing a fate worse than death.
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The entire camp was quiet.
Aragorn sat against a large tree trunk with his legs up against his chest and a large guard nearby watching him to make sure he didn't try anything.
The man's mind was pondering over the reason Neron took Elrohir and to where. Once more his guilty conscience was plaguing his mind and he sighed heavily. He also wondered if Elladan was still alive. If he weren't, he would never forgive himself.
Aragorn shook his head. He had to stop thinking like that, but he couldn't help it.
"Elladan, I'm sorry." He whispered.
A sudden rustling sound alarmed Aragorn and the guard watching him.
Making a gesture with his sword towards the man, the guard walked towards the trees to where the sound came from.
Aragorn waited in apprehension then jumped a little when he heard a sharp groan come from within the trees.
The ranger got to his feet and curiously yet wearily walked towards the trees where the sound had erupted.
"Hey you! Stop slave!" A harsh voice of another guard yelled at Aragorn.
The guard, who held a fire torch, then started walking towards Aragorn and would've put the man in his place, but he never had a chance.
A shrill whistle of a deadly projectile burst from the trees and hit the guard with a lethal accuracy and the man was dead before he hit the ground.
The flaming torch flew from his hand and bounced several times on the ground before coming to a halt by the edge of camp next to some trees.
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"What the…?!"
The entire camp was in flames.
Fire was spreading fast and thickly through the trees. Every human was in a panic and running wildly in an attempt to escape.
Neron growled and clenched his fists. This was NOT supposed to happen. His eyes filled with rage and fury at the sight of his men in shambles and his prisoners escaping.
Captain Toria was equally furious at the scene. On his shoulder lay a still Elrohir; whatever had befallen him with the demon was known only to the demon itself and the two men.
However, before either man could act and make orders, a powerful blow to the back of their heads was issued. Elrohir slipped from Toria's shoulder as the man fell forward, however a pair of slender arms caught the elf before he hit the ground.
"Come Estel! This way!" A voice cried above the roar of the flames.
Neron looked up sharply to see the backs of one of his prisoners and a stranger, obviously not one of his men or one of his prisoners.
His eyes grew wide in wrath and he reached his belt, pulling his sword out from its sheath, "After them!" He yelled to his captain and several they of his men nearby.
Aragorn and Legolas ran through the burning trees, steering away from the hot flames and dodging burning embers and falling clumps of wood.
Legolas held Elrohir tightly in his arms as he ran. Glancing down at the younger twin, the elf prince could not help but feel a twang of guilt, but he couldn't concentrate on that right now.
"Hurry Legolas! Over this hill!" Aragorn yelled, jumping over a large log that was already alight.
Only when the man and elf reach the top of the steep ridge did they find out that it was not a hill at all. It was in fact the top of a tremendous and very deep gorge. Aragorn glanced down it and noticed that the bottom couldn't be seen.
Aragorn glanced at Legolas, who stared back at him, both not knowing what to do next.
They both snapped their heads back when they heard a boisterous laugh and saw Neron approaching with his gathered men, their weapons aimed at the man and two elves.
Instinctively Aragorn unsheathed his sword and held it tight in his grip, though what good it would do he didn't know.
"Trying to escape eh? We can't have that." Neron sneered, edging closer to the companions. "Upon this night, you will all meet your demise."
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 6-The Final Terror Act And Escape
'Finally, he's fallen asleep.' Elrohir thought to himself.
The worn elf glanced down at his human brother. The ranger was asleep induced by fatigue, though it was shallow.
Elrohir shifted Aragorn slightly in his arms to allow the man to rest more comfortably against him. Gently resting his head on top of the man's, Elrohir brushed wayward strands of damp black hair from his brother's face and lightly kissed his forehead.
His protective instincts had long kicked into the elf, ever since Elladan had been beaten then left to die in the cold.
Elrohir closed his eyes, attempting to fight back tears and unwittingly let out a tiny sob. He knew that his brother was far behind them, dying and there wasn't a thing he could do to help.
The younger of the twins hated this feeling of helplessness. It always made him sorrowful and bitterly angry with himself. There was only one thing he could do now and like Elladan, he was determined to do it no matter what the cost; keep Estel safe.
The sound of footsteps crunching against crumpled leaves made Elrohir glance up. He watched as Captain Toria crossed the campfire towards where his master was waiting.
The man turned his head to look at the elf and was met with a fierce glare. The human and elf stared at each other with narrowed eyes for a moment before the captain turned away and walked to Neron.
Elrohir finally dropped his gaze back down to Aragorn and ran his fingers through his thick black hair. Leaning his head down, the elf softly whispered in the man's ears, "No matter what happens Estel, I won't let them hurt you. Somehow, we will escape."
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From the cover of the shadows of the trees, the elf prince looked down upon the camp.
He took note of the activities of the men, especially of Captain Toria and Neron, though he didn't know who they were yet.
From his place he could see several people he guessed to be as prisoners, but he couldn't see Elrohir or Aragorn.
Stealthily Legolas stalked around the human camp towards where the prisoners rested. Some time ago the track of the humans had changed course and gone away from the flowing river. Like a shadow, Legolas had followed.
The camp was situated in a rather large clearing in a dark forest that the elf prince was deadly weary of. It seemed to scream of terrible danger to him, yet he had no choice but to continue inside it.
When he rounded the camp to the other side he ever so slightly glanced out from the thick brush and saw, to his extreme relief, Elrohir and Aragorn among some other prisoners.
However, fear began to well inside him when he saw Aragorn lying still in Elrohir's arms. He couldn't tell whether the man was merely asleep or he was hurt.
Legolas breathed heavily and tried to calm himself. He had to stay hidden and alert and think clearly about his next move. He would only get one chance to free Elrohir and Aragorn, so for now he would have to lay low and wait.
But he didn't have to wait long for something to happen.
One of the men he had seen speaking before, who unknown to him was Captain Toria, walked over to the position of Elrohir and Aragorn. The elf was forced roughly pulled up to his feet and led over to the other man, Neron on the other side of the campfire.
Legolas watched as Aragorn, who had been harshly awoken, struggled against one of the guards. The elf prince could do naught but watch for the moment and he found it very hard to do so.
Legolas glanced to the left side of the camp and saw Elrohir being taken into the trees by the other man. Legolas was unsure of what to do. He wanted to follow the man and Elrohir to see where they were going, but also he wanted to stay. This could be his only chance to free Aragorn, now that Neron was out of camp for a while.
Legolas sighed heavily and whispered in elvish to the stars, "Pray the valar Elrohir will be okay."
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"Where are you taking me?" Elrohir asked in a low tone. "Are you going to kill me?"
Neron looked at the elf and tightened his grip on the elf's arm, a smirk forming on his lips, "Oh no dear elf, I'm not going to kill you. I am merely taking you to meet a friend of mine."
A soft grunt of amusement came from Captain Toria, who held Elrohir's other arm and the elf spun to look at him. Elrohir shuddered at the gaze in the man's eyes and he turned his head away, glancing down at the forest floor.
Wherever he was being taken, whoever he was going to meet, he suspected this was an attempt to break his spirit.
As the two men and elf entered a small glade, what could only be described an immense wave of evil rammed into Elrohir and his entire body trembled vigorously.
Neron took a glance at the elf then looked over at his captain and both men smirked in delight. They knew the elf sensed Him and the fair being would suffer beyond words from this encounter, but then to them that was the whole point.
A deep rumble seemed to echo all around the three figures and the ground started shaking, an omen to the approaching malignancy.
An irrepressible wave of fear washed over Elrohir and his head lifted with a sharp jerk. His mouth had fallen and his eyes were wide and deeply filled with a horrified terror.
Something was coming, coming for him and he knew what it was.
He shrieked in some unseen agony and endeavoured to break free from his captors and get away from this imminent monster.
He couldn't be here when it arrived, he couldn't!
From a very early age he had been told stories, like his twin brother, of what would happen if an elf came into contact with a demon of pure evil, but he never thought he would have to find out.
A domineering roar filled the glade and a pair of menacing eyes was seen through the darkness of the trees ahead.
Elrohir's heart hammered in his chest and his breathing was fast and irregular. He shook his head, so desperate to escape this place, but he could not.
It was too late; the beast was here.
"So at least we meet, son of Elrond."
Elrohir squeezed his eyes shut tightly and howled an almighty wail that echoed a message of an immortal being facing a fate worse than death.
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The entire camp was quiet.
Aragorn sat against a large tree trunk with his legs up against his chest and a large guard nearby watching him to make sure he didn't try anything.
The man's mind was pondering over the reason Neron took Elrohir and to where. Once more his guilty conscience was plaguing his mind and he sighed heavily. He also wondered if Elladan was still alive. If he weren't, he would never forgive himself.
Aragorn shook his head. He had to stop thinking like that, but he couldn't help it.
"Elladan, I'm sorry." He whispered.
A sudden rustling sound alarmed Aragorn and the guard watching him.
Making a gesture with his sword towards the man, the guard walked towards the trees to where the sound came from.
Aragorn waited in apprehension then jumped a little when he heard a sharp groan come from within the trees.
The ranger got to his feet and curiously yet wearily walked towards the trees where the sound had erupted.
"Hey you! Stop slave!" A harsh voice of another guard yelled at Aragorn.
The guard, who held a fire torch, then started walking towards Aragorn and would've put the man in his place, but he never had a chance.
A shrill whistle of a deadly projectile burst from the trees and hit the guard with a lethal accuracy and the man was dead before he hit the ground.
The flaming torch flew from his hand and bounced several times on the ground before coming to a halt by the edge of camp next to some trees.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"What the…?!"
The entire camp was in flames.
Fire was spreading fast and thickly through the trees. Every human was in a panic and running wildly in an attempt to escape.
Neron growled and clenched his fists. This was NOT supposed to happen. His eyes filled with rage and fury at the sight of his men in shambles and his prisoners escaping.
Captain Toria was equally furious at the scene. On his shoulder lay a still Elrohir; whatever had befallen him with the demon was known only to the demon itself and the two men.
However, before either man could act and make orders, a powerful blow to the back of their heads was issued. Elrohir slipped from Toria's shoulder as the man fell forward, however a pair of slender arms caught the elf before he hit the ground.
"Come Estel! This way!" A voice cried above the roar of the flames.
Neron looked up sharply to see the backs of one of his prisoners and a stranger, obviously not one of his men or one of his prisoners.
His eyes grew wide in wrath and he reached his belt, pulling his sword out from its sheath, "After them!" He yelled to his captain and several they of his men nearby.
Aragorn and Legolas ran through the burning trees, steering away from the hot flames and dodging burning embers and falling clumps of wood.
Legolas held Elrohir tightly in his arms as he ran. Glancing down at the younger twin, the elf prince could not help but feel a twang of guilt, but he couldn't concentrate on that right now.
"Hurry Legolas! Over this hill!" Aragorn yelled, jumping over a large log that was already alight.
Only when the man and elf reach the top of the steep ridge did they find out that it was not a hill at all. It was in fact the top of a tremendous and very deep gorge. Aragorn glanced down it and noticed that the bottom couldn't be seen.
Aragorn glanced at Legolas, who stared back at him, both not knowing what to do next.
They both snapped their heads back when they heard a boisterous laugh and saw Neron approaching with his gathered men, their weapons aimed at the man and two elves.
Instinctively Aragorn unsheathed his sword and held it tight in his grip, though what good it would do he didn't know.
"Trying to escape eh? We can't have that." Neron sneered, edging closer to the companions. "Upon this night, you will all meet your demise."
TBC…