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 7-When Hope Falls…
Legolas growled and cursed himself mentally for their foul luck.
He had set out what he had come to do; get Estel and the twins and escape, but escape to what? At that very moment it appeared that they had escaped only into death.
Stuck between a rock and hard place, there was only one choice the man and elf prince could take now, since they weren't willing to be captured again, and that was to fight.
"Legolas."
Legolas glanced at the human, who was now right next to him, whispering.
"I'm sorry I started that argument with you."
Legolas chuckled just a little, shaking his head, "It is alright Strider."
"I should not have yelled at you just for being a good friend."
"I understand why you did it."
"I still should not have said what I did."
"I assure you Aragorn, you did not offend me."
Aragorn rolled his eyes, "Are you going to find some excuse to everything I say?"
Legolas smiled at the ranger, "Most likely."
Aragorn sighed then clasped a hand on Legolas' shoulder, "Still, I am sorry."
Legolas nodded with a smile, "I know, and so am I."
A cruel laugh interrupted the man and elf prince.
"Are you two finished yet? I am growing impatient to kill you both." Neron asked with a snarl curled in his lips.
Aragorn's eyes narrowed and he held up his sword high while Legolas lowered Elrohir gently to the ground and stood protectively in front of him, clutching his bow tightly.
"It is such a shame you have to die." Neron said to Aragorn. "My master has a special interest in you. He was longing to meet you."
"I would rather die than meet a demon." The ranger replied.
"As you wish." Neron replied, holding his sword aloft and signalling his men to attack.
Aragorn ran forward and the sound of mental clashing with metal filled the smoke-choked air. In a flash, Legolas notched an arrow into his bow and released the deadly projectile into the wave of lunging men.
When the remaining men in the flaming camp saw their leader charging after two figures, they had followed and now were ruthlessly attacking the man and elf. In the back of his mind, Aragorn hoped all the slaves had escaped.
The men were falling fast and with each one that fell, Aragorn and Legolas stood a better chance to defeat Neron.
The said man was standing on the edge of the battle, watching how his men were handling the situation and he grew ever more furious.
Captain Toria ducked as an elven arrow flew over his head and noticed Aragorn's back was turned to him as he fought two men at once. Smirking he grabbed a small dagger from his belt and ran at the young man.
Legolas' eyes widened as he saw what the captain was about to do. He had no more arrows so he was forced to use his daggers. He wouldn't get to Aragorn in time to save him and he didn't have a clear shot to throw one of his daggers.
"Aragorn!!!"
Finishing off a deadly thrust to his opponent, Aragorn spun around on his heels only to find Captain Toria raising the dagger to strike the deadly blow.
However, it never came.
A sharp whistle pierced the air and an arrow embedded itself through Toria's back and into his heart from behind. Aragorn stepped back as the body of the dead captain fell before him.
Neron yelled in rage and glanced to the right, as did the others in the battle.
A new stranger stood with sharp eyes and bow and a new arrow in hand.
"That was for Elladan." He spoke in a low tone.
"Raniean!" Legolas cried in a mixture of happiness and surprise.
The men of Neron yelled a battle cry and the fight continued in a second. Raniean swiftly ran to Legolas' side and added protection to Elrohir and his prince, letting his sharp elven arrows fly.
Neron had just had about enough. Growling in utter rage he charged towards Aragorn. The ranger turned fiercely and brought his sword up to defend himself from a deadly blow.
Clashing metal shimmered in the moonlight as Neron and Aragorn engaged in a deadly dance that would determine the fate of the other.
It didn't take Aragorn long to realise that Neron was backing him towards the edge of the ravine, no doubt intent on pushing him off.
Neron smirked in triumph as the ranger reached the outline of the crevasse, convinced the battle was already won.
With a swift strike, Neron 's sword cut into Aragorn's arm. The man cried in pain and his sword fell to the side as he gripped his wound.
Blood began trickling out from the injury and ran across the ranger's fingers. Aragorn growled in frustration at his carelessness and narrowed his eyes at Neron.
Neron raised his sword, ready to deliver that final stroke, "Die!"
As the sword assailed forward, Aragorn reacted instinctively.
Ducking and rolling to the side in a seemingly fluid movement, Aragorn found his sword and leapt to his feet. Catching Neron completely by surprise, the ranger spun around and with one swift motion his sword plunged into his other man's chest.
Slowly Aragorn removed his sword from the man and took note of the glazed, stunned and wide eyes of his foe and watched as he fell back, descended over the side of the gorge and fell.
Aragorn panted hard, nearly collapsing to his knees but managing to stay on his feet. He wiped some of the sweat from his head then glanced over to the battle.
Most of Neron's followers were dead, the rest had fled. Legolas and Raniean were still standing and looking over Elrohir, talking to themselves, no doubt Legolas was reminding Raniean of the orders he had given him about going back to Rivendell with Elladan and Trelan.
Legolas then looked up and smiled at Aragorn, turning to walk over to his friend.
The man let a small smile form on his lips when he saw the elf was not badly injured, at least not as bad as he was.
"Legolas, are you al…"
It seemed to happen in slow motion.
A long fingered and bloody hand reached up from the edge of the cliff and wrapped itself around Aragorn's foot.
The sudden grip and weight of the owner of the hand shocked the human as his head spun round. Then he felt a horrid force pull upon him, dragging him to the edge of the cliff and over.
He remembered stealing a look at the elf prince before going over; he could only imagine the frozen look of terror plastered upon his face that only Legolas saw.
Then he remembered falling, endlessly, towards his death.
The very last thing he remembered before the combination of darkness and pain claimed him was the horrified scream of Legolas, crying his name.
"ARAGORN!!!"
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 7-When Hope Falls…
Legolas growled and cursed himself mentally for their foul luck.
He had set out what he had come to do; get Estel and the twins and escape, but escape to what? At that very moment it appeared that they had escaped only into death.
Stuck between a rock and hard place, there was only one choice the man and elf prince could take now, since they weren't willing to be captured again, and that was to fight.
"Legolas."
Legolas glanced at the human, who was now right next to him, whispering.
"I'm sorry I started that argument with you."
Legolas chuckled just a little, shaking his head, "It is alright Strider."
"I should not have yelled at you just for being a good friend."
"I understand why you did it."
"I still should not have said what I did."
"I assure you Aragorn, you did not offend me."
Aragorn rolled his eyes, "Are you going to find some excuse to everything I say?"
Legolas smiled at the ranger, "Most likely."
Aragorn sighed then clasped a hand on Legolas' shoulder, "Still, I am sorry."
Legolas nodded with a smile, "I know, and so am I."
A cruel laugh interrupted the man and elf prince.
"Are you two finished yet? I am growing impatient to kill you both." Neron asked with a snarl curled in his lips.
Aragorn's eyes narrowed and he held up his sword high while Legolas lowered Elrohir gently to the ground and stood protectively in front of him, clutching his bow tightly.
"It is such a shame you have to die." Neron said to Aragorn. "My master has a special interest in you. He was longing to meet you."
"I would rather die than meet a demon." The ranger replied.
"As you wish." Neron replied, holding his sword aloft and signalling his men to attack.
Aragorn ran forward and the sound of mental clashing with metal filled the smoke-choked air. In a flash, Legolas notched an arrow into his bow and released the deadly projectile into the wave of lunging men.
When the remaining men in the flaming camp saw their leader charging after two figures, they had followed and now were ruthlessly attacking the man and elf. In the back of his mind, Aragorn hoped all the slaves had escaped.
The men were falling fast and with each one that fell, Aragorn and Legolas stood a better chance to defeat Neron.
The said man was standing on the edge of the battle, watching how his men were handling the situation and he grew ever more furious.
Captain Toria ducked as an elven arrow flew over his head and noticed Aragorn's back was turned to him as he fought two men at once. Smirking he grabbed a small dagger from his belt and ran at the young man.
Legolas' eyes widened as he saw what the captain was about to do. He had no more arrows so he was forced to use his daggers. He wouldn't get to Aragorn in time to save him and he didn't have a clear shot to throw one of his daggers.
"Aragorn!!!"
Finishing off a deadly thrust to his opponent, Aragorn spun around on his heels only to find Captain Toria raising the dagger to strike the deadly blow.
However, it never came.
A sharp whistle pierced the air and an arrow embedded itself through Toria's back and into his heart from behind. Aragorn stepped back as the body of the dead captain fell before him.
Neron yelled in rage and glanced to the right, as did the others in the battle.
A new stranger stood with sharp eyes and bow and a new arrow in hand.
"That was for Elladan." He spoke in a low tone.
"Raniean!" Legolas cried in a mixture of happiness and surprise.
The men of Neron yelled a battle cry and the fight continued in a second. Raniean swiftly ran to Legolas' side and added protection to Elrohir and his prince, letting his sharp elven arrows fly.
Neron had just had about enough. Growling in utter rage he charged towards Aragorn. The ranger turned fiercely and brought his sword up to defend himself from a deadly blow.
Clashing metal shimmered in the moonlight as Neron and Aragorn engaged in a deadly dance that would determine the fate of the other.
It didn't take Aragorn long to realise that Neron was backing him towards the edge of the ravine, no doubt intent on pushing him off.
Neron smirked in triumph as the ranger reached the outline of the crevasse, convinced the battle was already won.
With a swift strike, Neron 's sword cut into Aragorn's arm. The man cried in pain and his sword fell to the side as he gripped his wound.
Blood began trickling out from the injury and ran across the ranger's fingers. Aragorn growled in frustration at his carelessness and narrowed his eyes at Neron.
Neron raised his sword, ready to deliver that final stroke, "Die!"
As the sword assailed forward, Aragorn reacted instinctively.
Ducking and rolling to the side in a seemingly fluid movement, Aragorn found his sword and leapt to his feet. Catching Neron completely by surprise, the ranger spun around and with one swift motion his sword plunged into his other man's chest.
Slowly Aragorn removed his sword from the man and took note of the glazed, stunned and wide eyes of his foe and watched as he fell back, descended over the side of the gorge and fell.
Aragorn panted hard, nearly collapsing to his knees but managing to stay on his feet. He wiped some of the sweat from his head then glanced over to the battle.
Most of Neron's followers were dead, the rest had fled. Legolas and Raniean were still standing and looking over Elrohir, talking to themselves, no doubt Legolas was reminding Raniean of the orders he had given him about going back to Rivendell with Elladan and Trelan.
Legolas then looked up and smiled at Aragorn, turning to walk over to his friend.
The man let a small smile form on his lips when he saw the elf was not badly injured, at least not as bad as he was.
"Legolas, are you al…"
It seemed to happen in slow motion.
A long fingered and bloody hand reached up from the edge of the cliff and wrapped itself around Aragorn's foot.
The sudden grip and weight of the owner of the hand shocked the human as his head spun round. Then he felt a horrid force pull upon him, dragging him to the edge of the cliff and over.
He remembered stealing a look at the elf prince before going over; he could only imagine the frozen look of terror plastered upon his face that only Legolas saw.
Then he remembered falling, endlessly, towards his death.
The very last thing he remembered before the combination of darkness and pain claimed him was the horrified scream of Legolas, crying his name.
"ARAGORN!!!"
TBC…