Chapter 11
Authors notes: - Thanks for all the reviews. Okay a point raised. Why Legolas not his brothers? Well back in early chapters Taket referred to Liran as Legolas's friend. Liran knew that Taket needed a wood elf prince's blood so he thought that disguising himself as an elf he could befriend the princes and when Taket came for one of them he would be there. He 'befriended' Legolas who was a member of the war parties whereas the other princes remained in court. Liran joined a war party. Taket attacked them, realised it was Liran and supposedly killed him. Legolas was deeply upset by the death of his so called friend so when Taket saw this he thought Liran had a friend so he thought he would hurt Liran more by using his friend in the spell. Okay that was a really long-winded but hopefully a helpful explanation. I probably should have included it in the story. Sorry! On with chapter 11.
* They had barely gone a few paces when a hissing sound filled the air. The trio stopped, Aragorn held Legolas closer to his body.
"They are all round us Aragorn." Gandalf said drawing a sword he had concealed in his vast robes. Aragorn placed Legolas on the ground.
"Gimli protect him." Gandalf said. Gimli readied his axe with a grim face. He had failed his friend once but he would not do it again. Aragorn drew his sword and they formed a protective triangle in front of their unconscious friend.
"In the trees!" Aragorn said. The trio watched as creatures crawled down the trunks of the trees there red eyes glowing in the darkness. Gimli watched in revulsion and he gripped his axe with sweaty palms. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he shivered. He glanced at his friend who looked calm and like he was asleep not like he was fighting a battle within his own mind. When he turned back he was eye to eye with one of the demons. It opened it mouth and an inhuman screech sounded. Gimli raised his axe but a blow to the head knocked him down. The creatures leapt at the remaining duo that despite Gandalf's magic and Aragorn's almost elvish fighting strength were quickly over powered.
One of the creatures approached the still form of the elf. It reached out a clawed hand and ran it across the pale cheek. It hissed as if in pain and quickly withdrew the hand.
"Well done." A voice spoke stepping out of the shadows. Taket smiled at the Gandalf.
"Thank you for the sedation my friend he will be much easier to manage." He scooped the limp prince into his arms.
"Well my friends your usefulness has ended." He waved his hand and they all burst into flames and disintegrated with a hideous shriek that echoed through the forest. Taket smiled and disappeared back into the shadows with Legolas.
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Pippin woke with a start and rolled over to find Merry's very awake face inches from his. He cried out, jerked backwards and fell off the bed.
"Ow!!" he exclaimed sitting up and rubbing his bruised backside. He looked around wondering what had woken him up. The other three hobbits were awake each with terrified expressions.
"What?" he asked not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Black riders." Sam said
Pippin stood up and climbed onto the bed.
"Weren't they destroyed when the ring was destroyed?" he asked.
"Lets go and ask Strider." Merry said
The other hobbits agreed and they left their room and stopped open mouthed. Elves were rushing about looking worried.
"Something's happened." Frodo said.
"Caryarn!" Frodo called as he recognised Legolas's best friend rushing down the hallway. The elf looked around for who had called his name and caught sight of the hobbits. He made his way over.
"What's going on?" Frodo asked. The elf frowned and shook his black hair.
"We don't know. We have found the bodies of five elves that were on a patrol party."
The hobbits shivered.
"How were they killed?" Sam asked.
The elf visibly winced. "It was not.nice"
"Lets go and talk to Strider." Merry suggested. The others agreed. He always knew what to do. He was there pillar of strength.
"Aragorn, Mithrandir and Gimli are not in their rooms they have not been seen since dinner."
"What about Legolas?" Frodo asked. Caryarn frowned.
"He and his father had a disagreement. He has also gone."
"Where have they gone?" Pippin asked.
"I don't know about the other three but when Legolas and his father have a disagreement he always disappears for a while." Caryarn sighed. He was used to his best friends altercations with his father. He as well as other people wished that Brusal would take the throne after the marriage of Thranduil and Talisa. Then at least his friend would have some peace.
"He probably went to the clearing." Merry said. "Strider says he goes there when he wants to be alone."
"Clearing?" Caryarn questioned.
"We'll show you." Frodo said. The hobbits quickly ran off followed by Caryarn.
**
Taket laid his precious package on a stone table. He smiled. Finally the spell will be fulfilled. He stroked a stray bit of blonde hair off the face of Legolas. Elves were such wonderful creatures why they choose to be good was beyond him when they had the potential to cause so much destruction and fear. Orcs crept into the hall watching the elf with lustful eyes. Orcs hated elves more than any other thing in Middle - Earth and the prospect of being able to torture it after their master had taken some blood filled them with much excitement. Taket moved across the hall to a rack of ornamental daggers engraved in the ancient language of Mordor. Despite the many hundreds of years they had sat on the mantelpiece they had not dulled or become blunt. He brushed away the cobwebs and watched as spiders scuttled away. He selected the ruby encrusted curved blade and walked back to the table. He raised his hand and cut it. He then picked up the elf's hand and did the same. Clasping hands he intoned the spell Sauron had given him. Pain radiated through his body but he cherished it. A red glow spread from their hands and covered their bodies. The orcs screamed as the light hurt their eyes and they backed away. Taket finished his spell and screamed as he was lifted off the ground. Legolas joined in the screaming and his back arched. Taket managed to pull his hand from the elf's and dropped to the ground breathing hard. He flexed his cut hand watching as the blood ran down his arm. He closed his eyes and smiled. He felt power following through his veins, it had worked. He was immortal.
"Take him to the dungeon. I want him alive!" he said to the orcs who hissed in disappointment. "You will have plenty of time to play with him and others like him when I have conquered Mirkwood." Taket stood up and then vanished. The orcs stepped forward cautiously frightened that their master would suddenly appear again. The elf was again still on the table totally unconscious. They grinned.
"Master said to keep him alive but he never said unharmed." One of them snarled and the others cackled gleefully.
Authors notes: - Thanks for all the reviews. Okay a point raised. Why Legolas not his brothers? Well back in early chapters Taket referred to Liran as Legolas's friend. Liran knew that Taket needed a wood elf prince's blood so he thought that disguising himself as an elf he could befriend the princes and when Taket came for one of them he would be there. He 'befriended' Legolas who was a member of the war parties whereas the other princes remained in court. Liran joined a war party. Taket attacked them, realised it was Liran and supposedly killed him. Legolas was deeply upset by the death of his so called friend so when Taket saw this he thought Liran had a friend so he thought he would hurt Liran more by using his friend in the spell. Okay that was a really long-winded but hopefully a helpful explanation. I probably should have included it in the story. Sorry! On with chapter 11.
* They had barely gone a few paces when a hissing sound filled the air. The trio stopped, Aragorn held Legolas closer to his body.
"They are all round us Aragorn." Gandalf said drawing a sword he had concealed in his vast robes. Aragorn placed Legolas on the ground.
"Gimli protect him." Gandalf said. Gimli readied his axe with a grim face. He had failed his friend once but he would not do it again. Aragorn drew his sword and they formed a protective triangle in front of their unconscious friend.
"In the trees!" Aragorn said. The trio watched as creatures crawled down the trunks of the trees there red eyes glowing in the darkness. Gimli watched in revulsion and he gripped his axe with sweaty palms. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he shivered. He glanced at his friend who looked calm and like he was asleep not like he was fighting a battle within his own mind. When he turned back he was eye to eye with one of the demons. It opened it mouth and an inhuman screech sounded. Gimli raised his axe but a blow to the head knocked him down. The creatures leapt at the remaining duo that despite Gandalf's magic and Aragorn's almost elvish fighting strength were quickly over powered.
One of the creatures approached the still form of the elf. It reached out a clawed hand and ran it across the pale cheek. It hissed as if in pain and quickly withdrew the hand.
"Well done." A voice spoke stepping out of the shadows. Taket smiled at the Gandalf.
"Thank you for the sedation my friend he will be much easier to manage." He scooped the limp prince into his arms.
"Well my friends your usefulness has ended." He waved his hand and they all burst into flames and disintegrated with a hideous shriek that echoed through the forest. Taket smiled and disappeared back into the shadows with Legolas.
******
Pippin woke with a start and rolled over to find Merry's very awake face inches from his. He cried out, jerked backwards and fell off the bed.
"Ow!!" he exclaimed sitting up and rubbing his bruised backside. He looked around wondering what had woken him up. The other three hobbits were awake each with terrified expressions.
"What?" he asked not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Black riders." Sam said
Pippin stood up and climbed onto the bed.
"Weren't they destroyed when the ring was destroyed?" he asked.
"Lets go and ask Strider." Merry said
The other hobbits agreed and they left their room and stopped open mouthed. Elves were rushing about looking worried.
"Something's happened." Frodo said.
"Caryarn!" Frodo called as he recognised Legolas's best friend rushing down the hallway. The elf looked around for who had called his name and caught sight of the hobbits. He made his way over.
"What's going on?" Frodo asked. The elf frowned and shook his black hair.
"We don't know. We have found the bodies of five elves that were on a patrol party."
The hobbits shivered.
"How were they killed?" Sam asked.
The elf visibly winced. "It was not.nice"
"Lets go and talk to Strider." Merry suggested. The others agreed. He always knew what to do. He was there pillar of strength.
"Aragorn, Mithrandir and Gimli are not in their rooms they have not been seen since dinner."
"What about Legolas?" Frodo asked. Caryarn frowned.
"He and his father had a disagreement. He has also gone."
"Where have they gone?" Pippin asked.
"I don't know about the other three but when Legolas and his father have a disagreement he always disappears for a while." Caryarn sighed. He was used to his best friends altercations with his father. He as well as other people wished that Brusal would take the throne after the marriage of Thranduil and Talisa. Then at least his friend would have some peace.
"He probably went to the clearing." Merry said. "Strider says he goes there when he wants to be alone."
"Clearing?" Caryarn questioned.
"We'll show you." Frodo said. The hobbits quickly ran off followed by Caryarn.
**
Taket laid his precious package on a stone table. He smiled. Finally the spell will be fulfilled. He stroked a stray bit of blonde hair off the face of Legolas. Elves were such wonderful creatures why they choose to be good was beyond him when they had the potential to cause so much destruction and fear. Orcs crept into the hall watching the elf with lustful eyes. Orcs hated elves more than any other thing in Middle - Earth and the prospect of being able to torture it after their master had taken some blood filled them with much excitement. Taket moved across the hall to a rack of ornamental daggers engraved in the ancient language of Mordor. Despite the many hundreds of years they had sat on the mantelpiece they had not dulled or become blunt. He brushed away the cobwebs and watched as spiders scuttled away. He selected the ruby encrusted curved blade and walked back to the table. He raised his hand and cut it. He then picked up the elf's hand and did the same. Clasping hands he intoned the spell Sauron had given him. Pain radiated through his body but he cherished it. A red glow spread from their hands and covered their bodies. The orcs screamed as the light hurt their eyes and they backed away. Taket finished his spell and screamed as he was lifted off the ground. Legolas joined in the screaming and his back arched. Taket managed to pull his hand from the elf's and dropped to the ground breathing hard. He flexed his cut hand watching as the blood ran down his arm. He closed his eyes and smiled. He felt power following through his veins, it had worked. He was immortal.
"Take him to the dungeon. I want him alive!" he said to the orcs who hissed in disappointment. "You will have plenty of time to play with him and others like him when I have conquered Mirkwood." Taket stood up and then vanished. The orcs stepped forward cautiously frightened that their master would suddenly appear again. The elf was again still on the table totally unconscious. They grinned.
"Master said to keep him alive but he never said unharmed." One of them snarled and the others cackled gleefully.