Diphylla the Malevolent - Chapter 3
Disclaimer: Same as before.
Warning: Same as before.
A/N: Here we go, another chapter! Hope you enjoy it!
Another A/N: '' is Elvish, "" is Common, / / is thought.
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Legolas decided that he needed a walk more than before after his talk with Aragorn. The Ranger's last words hurt him much more than any physical blow had ever done before.
Trembling a little, the blond elf stood from the chair he was forced into and brushed some stray strands of hair behind his slightly pointed ear. He brought his hand up to temple and massaged it in a clock-wise rotation, trying to clear his mind and release some of the stress.
/'I don't want your help'/ he thought bitterly, /but you need it Aragorn. You need all the help you can get if you want to defeat Diphylla.../
Shaking his head and crossing his arms as if to embrace himself, Legolas walked slowly out of the room, leaving the door open. He wandered out onto the grounds surrounding the various structures of Rivendell, and nearly stumbled over some children who ran past him, chasing each other. Legolas felt a smile tug at his lips, but it did not stay there for long, and was soon replaced with a small frown.
Legolas knew that Aragorn was angry with him for losing his family to the Undead, and had every right to express his anger, but it still hurt. After spending so much time together during their journey to destroy the Ring and rescue Merry and Pippin, it was hard for them not to become friends, and it is always hard when friends are livid at each other.
He did not want Aragorn angry with him, but there was nothing he could do to reason with him. No matter what he said, Aragorn always countered it with the mistake Legolas made that morning. It was also the reason he did not want Legolas' aid.
/I must do something,/ Legolas decided. /I have to get Arwen and his children back, but... where do I start? When we were up against Sauron, we knew that we needed to cast the Ring into the fire of Mount Doom, but this Diphylla does not seem to have a real domain./
Shaking his head at the lack of basic information about Diphylla that he needed in order to even attempt to save Aragorn's family, he hugged himself harder. He felt so alone, despite all of the elves about him, and now he had one less person he could talk to, because he was the last one in Middle Earth he could go to right now.
/Sure, I can go and find the Halflings, but we never became friends... Gimli is fine on a journey, but no help in a situation like the one I am in,/ Legolas thought glumly. /I wish Haldir was here./
'Lord Elrond, I do not mean to offend you with my next words, but how in Middle Earth can you even think to ask me this?'
'Aragorn, I know how you feel towards the prince at this moment in time-'
'He lost my family to the Undead; of course I feel this way!'
'You must put your anger aside, for you and your family's sake,' Lord Elrond stated, his patience thinning. 'For if you do not, you will have lost the critical assistance needed in order to rescue them.'
Aragorn fell silent, knowing that Lord Elrond was right, but not willing to forgive Legolas just yet. It was still too soon to the tragedy.
'He will be a vital part of this, for he is the only one who has fought the Undead and not become one of Diphylla's pawns that we know about. He has useful information that is required to brief the forces we send against Diphylla, and with his skill, that you have previously witnessed from your journey with the Ring, you will have a chance to save your family. Without him, you will not make it.'
Aragorn sighed heavily and said, 'I know that you are right, and what I must do... but I loathe the thought of doing it.'
'You must get over what happened, Aragorn. He could not have stopped it, you of all people should know that, and nothing you do can change the past.' Elrond paused, 'I will talk with you again later, Aragorn.'
Aragorn recognized this as the closing of the conversation, so he nodded, looking around and saw the one they were formerly talking about, walking aimlessly while watching the children playing. He stood debating with himself whether or not he really wanted to talk to the prince right now, and after a few moments he started walking over to the blond elf.
Legolas smiled as one of the children, a little girl, tackled one of the boys in their little game and were both having a fit of giggles. He was never allowed to play when he was younger, for he was a prince and princes did not play games. They studied many different subjects, ranging from war strategy to learning new languages, practiced various skills such as archery and playing an instrument, and behaved for their parents.
As the prince looked up, deciding where he was going to roam next, he noticed Aragorn walking to him, so he stood, waiting for him, with his eyes on the ground, gathering his determination for what he was going to say.
'Legolas, I need to talk to you.'
'I do not want to talk to you at this moment, Aragorn.'
Aragorn sighed in exasperation, 'I am sorry about before, I was upset.' When the blond elf said nothing in response, Aragorn continued. 'I talked to Lord Elrond, and we have decided to hold a council on how we will rescue my family. We want you to speak at it, and explain what we are up against to the others there. They will then brief their groups later.'
'When will this council be?'
'This evening.'
'Fair enough. I am leaving on the morrow, so if you need any more information than that given at the council, please speak to me afterwards.'
'What?' Aragorn exclaimed, taken aback at the decision of the elf. 'Where?'
'I am going back to Mirkwood.'
'Why? We need you here!'
'You only need me for the council.'
'We need your skills in the upcoming conflict! You cannot leave now when we need you the most!' Aragorn stated indignantly.
After a few moments of pause, 'I leave at dawn.'
'Stubborn elf! How dare you even think about leaving when it is because of you that this has happened!' the Ranger shouted in rage, pushing Legolas violently. The other elves in the area were starting to stare at the scene Aragorn was causing.
'You do not think at all, Aragorn! All you are thinking about is your wife and children! I am thinking about everyone who has been taken!' the elf said tightly. 'I am not going back to Mirkwood because I do not care, it is because I am more concerned than you could ever imagine! I am going back to Mirkwood to find a way to save all of the women and children that have been taken!' He paused a moment, glaring at the Ranger who was turning red in his fury, and said quietly, 'It is now evident to me that you do not worry about anyone other than yourself.'
The slap rang clearly through the clearing where the two were in contention, breaking everyone out of their astonishment at this dispute. 'How dare you,' Aragorn snarled at the elf who was standing defiantly, hands clenched. 'Never say that again.'
Mothers of the children who Legolas stood watching earlier started hushing their children inside, and others left quietly, as if afraid to attract one of their attentions. They did not want their children to witness the scene, lest it be brought up at an inconvenient time, as children usually do to the discomfort of the parents.
The elf prince turned to leave but was stopped by a rough hand on his shoulder, 'I am not done talking to you yet, Legolas.'
'I have no desire to speak with you at the moment, Aragorn. Now if you will,' he said while brushing Aragorn's hand off, 'I am going off to pack.'
'Well, I want to talk to you, so you must stay and hear me out.'
'You have clearly stated all that I need to hear, Aragorn.'
Impatiently, Aragorn grabbed Legolas' wrist and started dragging him towards the deserted training area, because the stares were disconcerting for the Ranger. Once there, Legolas crossed his arms, glaring at his old friend.
Aragorn ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm his temper. He knew the elf was right: he was just thinking about himself and his family, but one does need to worry about kin. He looked at the prince, noticing the red mark where he had struck him.
'Legolas, I am thinking about my family, but I am also thinking about the others. How can I not?' The elf looked skeptical, still recalling the instant minutes before. 'But we do need you, Legolas. The information you have his valuable, and you are a skilled fighter. I beg of you not to go back to Mirkwood.'
The elf stood, contemplating, eyes focused on the ground for a few moments. 'We need to gather the elves at Mirkwood in order for the attack to be strong enough do any damage.'
'We can send a messenger.'
'But Aragorn, we do not know where this Diphylla dwells... and if we do not find out soon, she will be too powerful for any force to defeat.'
The two stood silent for a moment, 'I still do not know what we shall do,' the Ranger said, putting his hands on the elf's shoulders to emphasize, 'but we must try. I will stop at nothing until this new malevolence is stopped.'
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A/N: Well, what didja think?? Was it ok? I was planning for a bigger argument, but then I got writer's block and decided a fight can happen later. ^___^
Also, thanks Enigma Jade, Lady Legolas, Burrito, and Fei Jiao for your comments! I really appreciated it!
Disclaimer: Same as before.
Warning: Same as before.
A/N: Here we go, another chapter! Hope you enjoy it!
Another A/N: '' is Elvish, "" is Common, / / is thought.
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Legolas decided that he needed a walk more than before after his talk with Aragorn. The Ranger's last words hurt him much more than any physical blow had ever done before.
Trembling a little, the blond elf stood from the chair he was forced into and brushed some stray strands of hair behind his slightly pointed ear. He brought his hand up to temple and massaged it in a clock-wise rotation, trying to clear his mind and release some of the stress.
/'I don't want your help'/ he thought bitterly, /but you need it Aragorn. You need all the help you can get if you want to defeat Diphylla.../
Shaking his head and crossing his arms as if to embrace himself, Legolas walked slowly out of the room, leaving the door open. He wandered out onto the grounds surrounding the various structures of Rivendell, and nearly stumbled over some children who ran past him, chasing each other. Legolas felt a smile tug at his lips, but it did not stay there for long, and was soon replaced with a small frown.
Legolas knew that Aragorn was angry with him for losing his family to the Undead, and had every right to express his anger, but it still hurt. After spending so much time together during their journey to destroy the Ring and rescue Merry and Pippin, it was hard for them not to become friends, and it is always hard when friends are livid at each other.
He did not want Aragorn angry with him, but there was nothing he could do to reason with him. No matter what he said, Aragorn always countered it with the mistake Legolas made that morning. It was also the reason he did not want Legolas' aid.
/I must do something,/ Legolas decided. /I have to get Arwen and his children back, but... where do I start? When we were up against Sauron, we knew that we needed to cast the Ring into the fire of Mount Doom, but this Diphylla does not seem to have a real domain./
Shaking his head at the lack of basic information about Diphylla that he needed in order to even attempt to save Aragorn's family, he hugged himself harder. He felt so alone, despite all of the elves about him, and now he had one less person he could talk to, because he was the last one in Middle Earth he could go to right now.
/Sure, I can go and find the Halflings, but we never became friends... Gimli is fine on a journey, but no help in a situation like the one I am in,/ Legolas thought glumly. /I wish Haldir was here./
'Lord Elrond, I do not mean to offend you with my next words, but how in Middle Earth can you even think to ask me this?'
'Aragorn, I know how you feel towards the prince at this moment in time-'
'He lost my family to the Undead; of course I feel this way!'
'You must put your anger aside, for you and your family's sake,' Lord Elrond stated, his patience thinning. 'For if you do not, you will have lost the critical assistance needed in order to rescue them.'
Aragorn fell silent, knowing that Lord Elrond was right, but not willing to forgive Legolas just yet. It was still too soon to the tragedy.
'He will be a vital part of this, for he is the only one who has fought the Undead and not become one of Diphylla's pawns that we know about. He has useful information that is required to brief the forces we send against Diphylla, and with his skill, that you have previously witnessed from your journey with the Ring, you will have a chance to save your family. Without him, you will not make it.'
Aragorn sighed heavily and said, 'I know that you are right, and what I must do... but I loathe the thought of doing it.'
'You must get over what happened, Aragorn. He could not have stopped it, you of all people should know that, and nothing you do can change the past.' Elrond paused, 'I will talk with you again later, Aragorn.'
Aragorn recognized this as the closing of the conversation, so he nodded, looking around and saw the one they were formerly talking about, walking aimlessly while watching the children playing. He stood debating with himself whether or not he really wanted to talk to the prince right now, and after a few moments he started walking over to the blond elf.
Legolas smiled as one of the children, a little girl, tackled one of the boys in their little game and were both having a fit of giggles. He was never allowed to play when he was younger, for he was a prince and princes did not play games. They studied many different subjects, ranging from war strategy to learning new languages, practiced various skills such as archery and playing an instrument, and behaved for their parents.
As the prince looked up, deciding where he was going to roam next, he noticed Aragorn walking to him, so he stood, waiting for him, with his eyes on the ground, gathering his determination for what he was going to say.
'Legolas, I need to talk to you.'
'I do not want to talk to you at this moment, Aragorn.'
Aragorn sighed in exasperation, 'I am sorry about before, I was upset.' When the blond elf said nothing in response, Aragorn continued. 'I talked to Lord Elrond, and we have decided to hold a council on how we will rescue my family. We want you to speak at it, and explain what we are up against to the others there. They will then brief their groups later.'
'When will this council be?'
'This evening.'
'Fair enough. I am leaving on the morrow, so if you need any more information than that given at the council, please speak to me afterwards.'
'What?' Aragorn exclaimed, taken aback at the decision of the elf. 'Where?'
'I am going back to Mirkwood.'
'Why? We need you here!'
'You only need me for the council.'
'We need your skills in the upcoming conflict! You cannot leave now when we need you the most!' Aragorn stated indignantly.
After a few moments of pause, 'I leave at dawn.'
'Stubborn elf! How dare you even think about leaving when it is because of you that this has happened!' the Ranger shouted in rage, pushing Legolas violently. The other elves in the area were starting to stare at the scene Aragorn was causing.
'You do not think at all, Aragorn! All you are thinking about is your wife and children! I am thinking about everyone who has been taken!' the elf said tightly. 'I am not going back to Mirkwood because I do not care, it is because I am more concerned than you could ever imagine! I am going back to Mirkwood to find a way to save all of the women and children that have been taken!' He paused a moment, glaring at the Ranger who was turning red in his fury, and said quietly, 'It is now evident to me that you do not worry about anyone other than yourself.'
The slap rang clearly through the clearing where the two were in contention, breaking everyone out of their astonishment at this dispute. 'How dare you,' Aragorn snarled at the elf who was standing defiantly, hands clenched. 'Never say that again.'
Mothers of the children who Legolas stood watching earlier started hushing their children inside, and others left quietly, as if afraid to attract one of their attentions. They did not want their children to witness the scene, lest it be brought up at an inconvenient time, as children usually do to the discomfort of the parents.
The elf prince turned to leave but was stopped by a rough hand on his shoulder, 'I am not done talking to you yet, Legolas.'
'I have no desire to speak with you at the moment, Aragorn. Now if you will,' he said while brushing Aragorn's hand off, 'I am going off to pack.'
'Well, I want to talk to you, so you must stay and hear me out.'
'You have clearly stated all that I need to hear, Aragorn.'
Impatiently, Aragorn grabbed Legolas' wrist and started dragging him towards the deserted training area, because the stares were disconcerting for the Ranger. Once there, Legolas crossed his arms, glaring at his old friend.
Aragorn ran his hand through his hair, trying to calm his temper. He knew the elf was right: he was just thinking about himself and his family, but one does need to worry about kin. He looked at the prince, noticing the red mark where he had struck him.
'Legolas, I am thinking about my family, but I am also thinking about the others. How can I not?' The elf looked skeptical, still recalling the instant minutes before. 'But we do need you, Legolas. The information you have his valuable, and you are a skilled fighter. I beg of you not to go back to Mirkwood.'
The elf stood, contemplating, eyes focused on the ground for a few moments. 'We need to gather the elves at Mirkwood in order for the attack to be strong enough do any damage.'
'We can send a messenger.'
'But Aragorn, we do not know where this Diphylla dwells... and if we do not find out soon, she will be too powerful for any force to defeat.'
The two stood silent for a moment, 'I still do not know what we shall do,' the Ranger said, putting his hands on the elf's shoulders to emphasize, 'but we must try. I will stop at nothing until this new malevolence is stopped.'
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A/N: Well, what didja think?? Was it ok? I was planning for a bigger argument, but then I got writer's block and decided a fight can happen later. ^___^
Also, thanks Enigma Jade, Lady Legolas, Burrito, and Fei Jiao for your comments! I really appreciated it!