Title: - THE DARK LORD
CHAPTER 2
Authors notes: - Thank you Cheysuli, Bananna and PepperVL for your reviews. I am really grateful. I have written stories before but this is the first time I've had the courage to post it. Here's chapter 2…enjoy!!!
CHAPTER 2
Aragorn began to run to his friend.
"No!" Gandalf yelled. Aragorn froze, as did the other 5. "Do not touch him. It is not safe." Gandalf slowly walked forward very cautious watching the still figure of Legolas. "The magic he used is not stable or for that matter his own. Whoever this Liran is has taken control of him."
Aragorn was confused but accepted Gandalf's warning.
Gandalf reached Legolas's side. The elf suddenly sat bolt up right. Gandalf jumped backwards. The elf's head tilted sideways as if listening to something. He then turned his face towards the rest of the fellowship. All except Gandalf gasped. The elf's eyes were still black and swirled like cloud.
"Liran?" Gandalf questioned.
"Yes." A voice replied not Legolas's.
"What happened?" the wizard asked.
"Legolas was defeated. I helped him."
"Who are you?"
"Liran."
"I know. Who is Liran?"
The blonde elf paused and tilted his head again as if considering the question.
"At this time it does not concern you."
"What do you mean it doesn't concern us? Legolas is a friend of ours and we have a right to know what is happening." Gimli demanded angry at the lack of information that this Liran had given.
The elf turned his head to regard the dwarf.
"It is not your concern."
Gimli bristled as the elf dismissed him.
Before Gandalf could ask another question. Legolas screamed in agony. He clutched his head and slumped unconscious on the ground. Gandalf this time ran to his friend. He opened one of his closed eyes relived to see Legolas's dark brown eyes back to normal.
"What was that?!" Aragorn demanded.
"I do not know for certain but whoever this Liran is he has the power to take over Legolas when he wants and I know for certain that it can't be good for him."
Two hours later Legolas hadn't moved. The group had set up camp. Aragorn was certain that the orcs would not return, they had been scared badly and would take a while to pluck up the courage to restart the fight. The hobbits were huddled round a campfire eating a broth occasionally glancing at the unconscious elf that was huddled in blankets and being tended to by Aragorn. Gimli was on watch with Gandalf watching in case the dark lord returned. Aragorn was deeply concerned about his best friend. He was running a fever and his pulse was racing. His elven healing ability was no longer functioning it seemed and therefore he had developed an infection due to his injuries. He was bleeding internally and breathing harshly. Aragorn set about treating him with herbs.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn called. He wanted to know more about what was affecting his friend and how he could treat it. The wizard moved over to the cloaked man.
"What ails him?" he questioned. "Whatever war is going on within him is affecting his ability to heal." He placed his hand on the burning forehead of the elf and spoke quietly. Legolas moaned and weakly thrashed against the blankets. His eyes opened.
"Aragorn?" he questioned. "What happened? I do not recall being injured."
CHAPTER 2
Authors notes: - Thank you Cheysuli, Bananna and PepperVL for your reviews. I am really grateful. I have written stories before but this is the first time I've had the courage to post it. Here's chapter 2…enjoy!!!
CHAPTER 2
Aragorn began to run to his friend.
"No!" Gandalf yelled. Aragorn froze, as did the other 5. "Do not touch him. It is not safe." Gandalf slowly walked forward very cautious watching the still figure of Legolas. "The magic he used is not stable or for that matter his own. Whoever this Liran is has taken control of him."
Aragorn was confused but accepted Gandalf's warning.
Gandalf reached Legolas's side. The elf suddenly sat bolt up right. Gandalf jumped backwards. The elf's head tilted sideways as if listening to something. He then turned his face towards the rest of the fellowship. All except Gandalf gasped. The elf's eyes were still black and swirled like cloud.
"Liran?" Gandalf questioned.
"Yes." A voice replied not Legolas's.
"What happened?" the wizard asked.
"Legolas was defeated. I helped him."
"Who are you?"
"Liran."
"I know. Who is Liran?"
The blonde elf paused and tilted his head again as if considering the question.
"At this time it does not concern you."
"What do you mean it doesn't concern us? Legolas is a friend of ours and we have a right to know what is happening." Gimli demanded angry at the lack of information that this Liran had given.
The elf turned his head to regard the dwarf.
"It is not your concern."
Gimli bristled as the elf dismissed him.
Before Gandalf could ask another question. Legolas screamed in agony. He clutched his head and slumped unconscious on the ground. Gandalf this time ran to his friend. He opened one of his closed eyes relived to see Legolas's dark brown eyes back to normal.
"What was that?!" Aragorn demanded.
"I do not know for certain but whoever this Liran is he has the power to take over Legolas when he wants and I know for certain that it can't be good for him."
Two hours later Legolas hadn't moved. The group had set up camp. Aragorn was certain that the orcs would not return, they had been scared badly and would take a while to pluck up the courage to restart the fight. The hobbits were huddled round a campfire eating a broth occasionally glancing at the unconscious elf that was huddled in blankets and being tended to by Aragorn. Gimli was on watch with Gandalf watching in case the dark lord returned. Aragorn was deeply concerned about his best friend. He was running a fever and his pulse was racing. His elven healing ability was no longer functioning it seemed and therefore he had developed an infection due to his injuries. He was bleeding internally and breathing harshly. Aragorn set about treating him with herbs.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn called. He wanted to know more about what was affecting his friend and how he could treat it. The wizard moved over to the cloaked man.
"What ails him?" he questioned. "Whatever war is going on within him is affecting his ability to heal." He placed his hand on the burning forehead of the elf and spoke quietly. Legolas moaned and weakly thrashed against the blankets. His eyes opened.
"Aragorn?" he questioned. "What happened? I do not recall being injured."