Authors ~ Halo Son and Bill the Pony
Disclaimer ~ Bill and I do NOT own LOTR (which is a major bummer really…I think most of the world wishes they owned them…) and we do NOT own Dragon Heart or the principle for it either.
Rating ~ PG
Authors' Notes ~ Halo: Okay now for anyone who has watched the film Dragon Heart, you might recognise some of the words in this chappie ^-^
Bill: *backing away from angry reviewers and Aragorn fans* Just hurry up and post the chapter already!
Halo: Meep! *posts chapter*
Summary ~ A LOTR story with a twist from the film Dragon Heart. When Aragorn is wounded saving Legolas his only chance to live is to accept an offer from a dragon, but what are the consequences of his decision? When the King starts acting unlike himself, will anyone defy or go against him for the good of Gondor and its people?
The Lord Of The Rings
Dragon Heart
Chapter 3-Miracle Of An Ancient Glory
The ground seemed to jolt as four huge clawed feet slammed into the ground.
A pair of giant wings that almost seemed to be coloured with blood were spread out wide before closing in on themselves, laying by the side of the body of the massive beast now standing between the folk of Minas Tirith and the village folk.
Bright, almost fiery yellow eyes danced from one place to the other, taking in all that they saw.
Legolas had Aragorn's still form held tightly in his grasp, instinctively holding him close to his body. He kept his head bowed down as bitter tears swept down his cheeks like a torrent.
Legolas didn't need to look up to see what the beast before him was, he knew already, from the deafening cry that seemed the pierce the night as the arrow had pierced his friend's body.
"A…dragon." The words were but a faint whisper from Faramir's mouth, for no one else could speak.
A dragon, yes, you are not mistaken in that assumption," said the dragon with a voice of rock scraping rock. Twin flares of flame accented its eyes. "And you are a foolish mortal man."
Gimli was perhaps the least phased of all the folk present, it was most likely due to his yet seething rage at all that was remotely evil. "I do not believe that I have ever met a dragon that speaks, beast." He brandished his axe, "What is your business here, foul demon? Do you think you can inflict more pain than what has been done already?" Gimli's inner fire equalled that of the flames in the dragon's eyes. "Let me warn you, scum of fire, that you will have me to reckon with if you dare to hinder our duty!"
"You have a strong heart Dwarf, but you are as foolish as the rest if you believe you can duel with Ryuuna, flame of the sky." The dragon spoke in the same rough tongue before tilting his head slightly when his eyes gazed upon the elf holding Aragorn. He seemed curious, though his eyes narrowed at the same time, but when he spoke it was in a softer tone. "He is Aragorn, King of Gondor and Anor and of mortal men."
"And how would you know that?" Faramir placed a hand on Gimli's shoulder, standing by the dwarf's side in confrontation of the great beast standing before them, his eyebrows knitted together.
"Do you believe I would dwell in once place human?" Ryuuna's eyes narrowed upon the Steward, regarding him as little more than a weakness to Middle Earth. "Foolish mortal man." The words seemed to hiss from his throat.
Ryuuna turned his eyes back upon the still body of Aragorn and started blankly, regarding him differently to how he had just berated Faramir and Gimli. One of his front clawed feet took a step forward and his lowered his head towards the king and the elf, who still had his head lowered.
"Do not move any closer to our king!" a solider demanded, not feeling brave at all in front of Ryuuna, but loathed to let the dragon near Aragorn.
Ryuuna's head moved so it faced the man who had spoken and his eyes became almost snake-like slits. He snorted.
"If you fear I will harm your precious king you are mistaken human." Emphasising the word 'human' before his head tilted back towards the man and elf. "For there is nothing for me to harm. He is already dead."
"You LIE!"
Ryuuna's head snapped at the voice who had spoken and his fierce yellow eyes met narrowed and bitter tear filled blue eyes.
Legolas's head was now upturned instead of bowed. Golden hair spilled across the elf's chest and Aragorn's pale face, though it seemed dull in comparison to how it used to shine.
Eyes locked together, almost in a battle to gain dominance and against the raging emotions within the elf, Ryuuna seemed the more submissive.
Instead of snapping back, as people expected, Ryuuna calmly replied, "Do you see the rise and fall of his chest, elf? Do you feel the steady beat of his heart under your fingertips? Does your heart say he is alive?"
To this Legolas needn't answer, because he already knew it and once more, he lowered his head.
Ryuuna nodded his head once, "'Aye, that is what I thought." His head turned to the village folk and he struck them with a terrifying glare. "In your greed to possess a strip of dirt, you have slain your own king. I hope you can live knowing what you have done."
Men were shaking, women and children were sobbing and crying and the dragon snorted in disgust.
Ryuuna's mind was fixed and he was ready to leave but something nagging in the back of his mind made him stop. Once more, but slowly this time, he turned his head and tilted it slightly and he watched Legolas holding Aragorn's body tightly to his chest with a kind of unfathomable curiosity.
"You hold him as though he were a priceless treasure to you." Ryuuna commented to the elf in a voice that was completely opposite to how he had been speaking previously.
Legolas slowly raised his head and for the second time his eyes met the dragon's, but this time the blue orbs were filled with pained grief and clouded crystal droplets that slipped down his ashen cheeks, collected under his chin and fell like pearls on to Aragorn's forehead.
Ryuuna continued in the same soft tone, "And he must be if his death causes an immortal being to shed such bitter tears."
"He…he is my best friend…" Legolas spoke so softly even Ryuuna had to strain to hear his words. "One of the best I have ever had in my life."
"You call a mortal you're friend, yet do you not know some of terrible deeds men have done?" Ryuuna replied. "Was it not the very same blood running through his veins that allowed the ring of power to live?"
"Aragorn has never been proud of that, but he is not like most men." Legolas spat back. He swallowed hard, struggling to breathe as grief overloaded his mind and his fingers unconsciously curled around strands of Aragorn's black hair. "I am blessed to have his friendship and I am proud to give him mine!"
Ryuuna shook his head in disbelief of the elf's words, but spoke no words. Instead his face bore an expression as though he was trying to make a decision…but what it was only Ryuuna knew.
Legolas' chin touched Aragorn's cold forehead and his fingers curled and gripped on to the man's dirtied garments, not wanting to let go.
"Aragorn…you cannot be gone." The elf's voice softly pleaded, blending with the sour tears creeping down his face, not befitting the immortal being. "Please…do not leave…do not leave us…"
Those words seemed to make the choice for the dragon and he took another slight step forward.
"Remove the arrow from his back firstborn." He commanded.
As Legolas looked up with a confused glaze in his eyes everyone else tensed, muscles freezing in wonderment and fear of what the dragon was now planning.
When Legolas continued to just stare at Ryuuna, the dragon's eyes narrowed.
"Do wish for me to help this man or not? Remove the arrow!"
Legolas' fingers fumbled as Faramir stepped forward, offering his assistance by holding Aragorn's still form back facing up so the elf could see the black shaft protruding from his back.
Legolas was not the only one who drew in a sharp breath at the sight of it. Women held their children closer to them and began sobbing even more while men flinched and shuffled from their places on the ground.
Legolas did not want to touch the horrid arrow for fear of causing his human friend pain, but then this voice reminded him in the back of his mind, 'He's dead…he's dead…he's dead…'
But if he was dead, then how did Ryuuna plan to help him? If his life had already ebbed away from this world then how could the dragon bring him back? They were just two of the many questions floating around in his mind as he grasped the arrow tightly and drew it out from Aragorn's back.
Studying the wound for a moment; from the projection of it and how deep the arrow had imbedded itself within Aragorn, Legolas realised in horror that the sharp spear of the shaft had pierced the man's heart. His death would've been instant.
Legolas' hands began shaking and the arrow slipped from his fingers and on to the ground. Grievous tears fell thick and fast down the elf's pale features and in one swift movement he wrapped his arms around Aragorn's chest and pulled him from Faramir so the body rested against his chest.
"Aragorn…you should not…you should not have…not for me…oh valar, not for me…" He choked out, laying his face against the tattered black hair of the king. "That arrow…it was meant for me…not you. You should not have…"
Ignoring the elf's broken sobs, Ryuuna proceeded to sit back on his haunches and lifted his clawed hands towards the armour scale plating of his chest.
"What are you trying to accomplish foul demon?!" Gimli demanded, gripping his axe tightly. "You say you can help Aragorn, if so how do you propose to do that and why have you not said before? What are your true intentions beast?!"
"Hold your tongue dwarf." Ruunya snapped, his eyes narrowing at Gimli and his wide nostrils flaring. "Now, witness what none have seen before you and none ever will again. Witness the miracle of an ancient glory."
With wide eyes and ajar mouths, everyone watched as the great dragon used a single claw to make a long tear in the delicate flesh under the armour scale plate on his chest. Without pause or hesitation, Ruunya slipped in one clawed hand inside the tear and brought it back out, only now a soft but brilliantly bright red glow shone from it.
Slowly Ruunya moved his clawed hand containing the bright red light moved towards Aragorn's still body while chanting the words, "Half my heart to make you whole. It's strength to purify your weakness."
Red light danced on everyone's faces, its brilliance a symbol of hope among the men and warriors of Minas Tirith and a symbol of a miracle of the valar among the villagers.
The light stung Legolas' eyes but he could not turn away from it, for the radiance of this wonder had him transfixed under its spell as did the undying song of Iluvitar. As the shinning red drew closer, Legolas turned his gaze to Aragorn's still form, which now lit up from the light.
Ryuuna's clawed hand hovered directly over Aragorn's heart and to the stunned disbelief of those around him, the red light and the object at its centre disappeared into the body of king.
A single anguishing moment later, in which everyone held they're breaths, Aragorn's chest rose as his mouth flew open and drew in precious air into his lungs.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried with joy, his blue eyes regaining their own familiar brilliance for which all those who knew the elf recognised. "You live! Oh Aragorn you live!"
Aragorn's eyes flickered as he struggled to open them as awareness flooded with a rush into his being once more. To him it felt as though he had been sleeping for an immortal lifetime.
He awoke to cheering and joyous crying and his mind pounded as he tried to take it all in. His eyes became half lidded and he instantly caught the gaze of the elf prince, looking down at him with unknown depths of relief and delight.
"L-Legolas?" His voice was almost drowned out by the rapturous noise in the background. "What…what happened?"
"Shh, do not speak Aragorn, save your strength." Legolas replied, stroking stray black strands of the man's hair from his face. Legolas then looked up with a brilliant smile of gratitude on his face to the dragon. "Thank you."
Ryuuna snorted, "I just hope your trust of this human is well justified elf."
In a suddenly movement, Ryuuna drew back his head and let a harrowing roar pierce the night's haunting sky. His wings abruptly burst sideways from the bulk of his body and opened themselves out like curtains trying to hide the moon. With several massive beats downwards of the wings, Ryuuna surged into the sky.
His massive footprints and his eerie cry echoing through the night were the only traces of his place there upon the plains.
People watched in a mixture of reverence and fright as the great dragon vanished from all sight. The flickering and crackling of the fire torches that several men held were the only sounds that filled the chilling air.
Aragorn blinked in rapid succession as the screech finally stopped ringing in his ears and his head turned slowly to Legolas.
"Legolas…was that a…dragon?"
Legolas chuckled and nodded, "'Aye my friend, it was indeed a dragon." Legolas rose a hand to keep Aragorn from asking the next most obvious question. "I will tell you all that has transpired when we have returned to Minas Tirith and taken you to the Houses of Healing."
Sensing his services were in need once again, Roheryn trotted forward, tossing his head as the elf stood up with Aragorn resting against him and Faramir came to the king's other side to help support him.
The village folk watched with apprehension as the soldiers of Minas Tirith began shouting orders to each other and bustled into action.
Legolas easily mounted Roheryn and extended his arms to grasp Aragorn's shoulders and, with Faramir's assistance, eased the man in front of him upon the horse's back.
"Do not wait for us to mount or horses Legolas." Faramir spoke. "Go now and take Aragorn straight to the Houses of Healing."
Legolas gave the steward and curt nod and whispered a few words into Roheryn's ears. The horse dipped his noble head once before his legs sprung into action and carried the man and the elf away from the battlefield and back towards Minas Tirith.
Legolas drew in a shakily breath, the shock of everything that had happened settling upon him. He lowered his head a little and whispered into Aragorn's ears.
"You should not have done that Estel. That arrow was meant for me."
A low chortle was etched from the man's throat and his eyes sought those of the elf.
"Would you expect any less of me?"
Legolas shook his head a faint smile brushed across his lips, "No…I do not and that is why I knew something foul would happen. You should have heeded our counsel."
Legolas had been proved right about his ill forewarnings, but what now frightened the elf more than the shock was the little voice nagging in the back of his mind that said that the ill happenings had only just begun.
TBC…
Disclaimer ~ Bill and I do NOT own LOTR (which is a major bummer really…I think most of the world wishes they owned them…) and we do NOT own Dragon Heart or the principle for it either.
Rating ~ PG
Authors' Notes ~ Halo: Okay now for anyone who has watched the film Dragon Heart, you might recognise some of the words in this chappie ^-^
Bill: *backing away from angry reviewers and Aragorn fans* Just hurry up and post the chapter already!
Halo: Meep! *posts chapter*
Summary ~ A LOTR story with a twist from the film Dragon Heart. When Aragorn is wounded saving Legolas his only chance to live is to accept an offer from a dragon, but what are the consequences of his decision? When the King starts acting unlike himself, will anyone defy or go against him for the good of Gondor and its people?
The Lord Of The Rings
Dragon Heart
Chapter 3-Miracle Of An Ancient Glory
The ground seemed to jolt as four huge clawed feet slammed into the ground.
A pair of giant wings that almost seemed to be coloured with blood were spread out wide before closing in on themselves, laying by the side of the body of the massive beast now standing between the folk of Minas Tirith and the village folk.
Bright, almost fiery yellow eyes danced from one place to the other, taking in all that they saw.
Legolas had Aragorn's still form held tightly in his grasp, instinctively holding him close to his body. He kept his head bowed down as bitter tears swept down his cheeks like a torrent.
Legolas didn't need to look up to see what the beast before him was, he knew already, from the deafening cry that seemed the pierce the night as the arrow had pierced his friend's body.
"A…dragon." The words were but a faint whisper from Faramir's mouth, for no one else could speak.
A dragon, yes, you are not mistaken in that assumption," said the dragon with a voice of rock scraping rock. Twin flares of flame accented its eyes. "And you are a foolish mortal man."
Gimli was perhaps the least phased of all the folk present, it was most likely due to his yet seething rage at all that was remotely evil. "I do not believe that I have ever met a dragon that speaks, beast." He brandished his axe, "What is your business here, foul demon? Do you think you can inflict more pain than what has been done already?" Gimli's inner fire equalled that of the flames in the dragon's eyes. "Let me warn you, scum of fire, that you will have me to reckon with if you dare to hinder our duty!"
"You have a strong heart Dwarf, but you are as foolish as the rest if you believe you can duel with Ryuuna, flame of the sky." The dragon spoke in the same rough tongue before tilting his head slightly when his eyes gazed upon the elf holding Aragorn. He seemed curious, though his eyes narrowed at the same time, but when he spoke it was in a softer tone. "He is Aragorn, King of Gondor and Anor and of mortal men."
"And how would you know that?" Faramir placed a hand on Gimli's shoulder, standing by the dwarf's side in confrontation of the great beast standing before them, his eyebrows knitted together.
"Do you believe I would dwell in once place human?" Ryuuna's eyes narrowed upon the Steward, regarding him as little more than a weakness to Middle Earth. "Foolish mortal man." The words seemed to hiss from his throat.
Ryuuna turned his eyes back upon the still body of Aragorn and started blankly, regarding him differently to how he had just berated Faramir and Gimli. One of his front clawed feet took a step forward and his lowered his head towards the king and the elf, who still had his head lowered.
"Do not move any closer to our king!" a solider demanded, not feeling brave at all in front of Ryuuna, but loathed to let the dragon near Aragorn.
Ryuuna's head moved so it faced the man who had spoken and his eyes became almost snake-like slits. He snorted.
"If you fear I will harm your precious king you are mistaken human." Emphasising the word 'human' before his head tilted back towards the man and elf. "For there is nothing for me to harm. He is already dead."
"You LIE!"
Ryuuna's head snapped at the voice who had spoken and his fierce yellow eyes met narrowed and bitter tear filled blue eyes.
Legolas's head was now upturned instead of bowed. Golden hair spilled across the elf's chest and Aragorn's pale face, though it seemed dull in comparison to how it used to shine.
Eyes locked together, almost in a battle to gain dominance and against the raging emotions within the elf, Ryuuna seemed the more submissive.
Instead of snapping back, as people expected, Ryuuna calmly replied, "Do you see the rise and fall of his chest, elf? Do you feel the steady beat of his heart under your fingertips? Does your heart say he is alive?"
To this Legolas needn't answer, because he already knew it and once more, he lowered his head.
Ryuuna nodded his head once, "'Aye, that is what I thought." His head turned to the village folk and he struck them with a terrifying glare. "In your greed to possess a strip of dirt, you have slain your own king. I hope you can live knowing what you have done."
Men were shaking, women and children were sobbing and crying and the dragon snorted in disgust.
Ryuuna's mind was fixed and he was ready to leave but something nagging in the back of his mind made him stop. Once more, but slowly this time, he turned his head and tilted it slightly and he watched Legolas holding Aragorn's body tightly to his chest with a kind of unfathomable curiosity.
"You hold him as though he were a priceless treasure to you." Ryuuna commented to the elf in a voice that was completely opposite to how he had been speaking previously.
Legolas slowly raised his head and for the second time his eyes met the dragon's, but this time the blue orbs were filled with pained grief and clouded crystal droplets that slipped down his ashen cheeks, collected under his chin and fell like pearls on to Aragorn's forehead.
Ryuuna continued in the same soft tone, "And he must be if his death causes an immortal being to shed such bitter tears."
"He…he is my best friend…" Legolas spoke so softly even Ryuuna had to strain to hear his words. "One of the best I have ever had in my life."
"You call a mortal you're friend, yet do you not know some of terrible deeds men have done?" Ryuuna replied. "Was it not the very same blood running through his veins that allowed the ring of power to live?"
"Aragorn has never been proud of that, but he is not like most men." Legolas spat back. He swallowed hard, struggling to breathe as grief overloaded his mind and his fingers unconsciously curled around strands of Aragorn's black hair. "I am blessed to have his friendship and I am proud to give him mine!"
Ryuuna shook his head in disbelief of the elf's words, but spoke no words. Instead his face bore an expression as though he was trying to make a decision…but what it was only Ryuuna knew.
Legolas' chin touched Aragorn's cold forehead and his fingers curled and gripped on to the man's dirtied garments, not wanting to let go.
"Aragorn…you cannot be gone." The elf's voice softly pleaded, blending with the sour tears creeping down his face, not befitting the immortal being. "Please…do not leave…do not leave us…"
Those words seemed to make the choice for the dragon and he took another slight step forward.
"Remove the arrow from his back firstborn." He commanded.
As Legolas looked up with a confused glaze in his eyes everyone else tensed, muscles freezing in wonderment and fear of what the dragon was now planning.
When Legolas continued to just stare at Ryuuna, the dragon's eyes narrowed.
"Do wish for me to help this man or not? Remove the arrow!"
Legolas' fingers fumbled as Faramir stepped forward, offering his assistance by holding Aragorn's still form back facing up so the elf could see the black shaft protruding from his back.
Legolas was not the only one who drew in a sharp breath at the sight of it. Women held their children closer to them and began sobbing even more while men flinched and shuffled from their places on the ground.
Legolas did not want to touch the horrid arrow for fear of causing his human friend pain, but then this voice reminded him in the back of his mind, 'He's dead…he's dead…he's dead…'
But if he was dead, then how did Ryuuna plan to help him? If his life had already ebbed away from this world then how could the dragon bring him back? They were just two of the many questions floating around in his mind as he grasped the arrow tightly and drew it out from Aragorn's back.
Studying the wound for a moment; from the projection of it and how deep the arrow had imbedded itself within Aragorn, Legolas realised in horror that the sharp spear of the shaft had pierced the man's heart. His death would've been instant.
Legolas' hands began shaking and the arrow slipped from his fingers and on to the ground. Grievous tears fell thick and fast down the elf's pale features and in one swift movement he wrapped his arms around Aragorn's chest and pulled him from Faramir so the body rested against his chest.
"Aragorn…you should not…you should not have…not for me…oh valar, not for me…" He choked out, laying his face against the tattered black hair of the king. "That arrow…it was meant for me…not you. You should not have…"
Ignoring the elf's broken sobs, Ryuuna proceeded to sit back on his haunches and lifted his clawed hands towards the armour scale plating of his chest.
"What are you trying to accomplish foul demon?!" Gimli demanded, gripping his axe tightly. "You say you can help Aragorn, if so how do you propose to do that and why have you not said before? What are your true intentions beast?!"
"Hold your tongue dwarf." Ruunya snapped, his eyes narrowing at Gimli and his wide nostrils flaring. "Now, witness what none have seen before you and none ever will again. Witness the miracle of an ancient glory."
With wide eyes and ajar mouths, everyone watched as the great dragon used a single claw to make a long tear in the delicate flesh under the armour scale plate on his chest. Without pause or hesitation, Ruunya slipped in one clawed hand inside the tear and brought it back out, only now a soft but brilliantly bright red glow shone from it.
Slowly Ruunya moved his clawed hand containing the bright red light moved towards Aragorn's still body while chanting the words, "Half my heart to make you whole. It's strength to purify your weakness."
Red light danced on everyone's faces, its brilliance a symbol of hope among the men and warriors of Minas Tirith and a symbol of a miracle of the valar among the villagers.
The light stung Legolas' eyes but he could not turn away from it, for the radiance of this wonder had him transfixed under its spell as did the undying song of Iluvitar. As the shinning red drew closer, Legolas turned his gaze to Aragorn's still form, which now lit up from the light.
Ryuuna's clawed hand hovered directly over Aragorn's heart and to the stunned disbelief of those around him, the red light and the object at its centre disappeared into the body of king.
A single anguishing moment later, in which everyone held they're breaths, Aragorn's chest rose as his mouth flew open and drew in precious air into his lungs.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried with joy, his blue eyes regaining their own familiar brilliance for which all those who knew the elf recognised. "You live! Oh Aragorn you live!"
Aragorn's eyes flickered as he struggled to open them as awareness flooded with a rush into his being once more. To him it felt as though he had been sleeping for an immortal lifetime.
He awoke to cheering and joyous crying and his mind pounded as he tried to take it all in. His eyes became half lidded and he instantly caught the gaze of the elf prince, looking down at him with unknown depths of relief and delight.
"L-Legolas?" His voice was almost drowned out by the rapturous noise in the background. "What…what happened?"
"Shh, do not speak Aragorn, save your strength." Legolas replied, stroking stray black strands of the man's hair from his face. Legolas then looked up with a brilliant smile of gratitude on his face to the dragon. "Thank you."
Ryuuna snorted, "I just hope your trust of this human is well justified elf."
In a suddenly movement, Ryuuna drew back his head and let a harrowing roar pierce the night's haunting sky. His wings abruptly burst sideways from the bulk of his body and opened themselves out like curtains trying to hide the moon. With several massive beats downwards of the wings, Ryuuna surged into the sky.
His massive footprints and his eerie cry echoing through the night were the only traces of his place there upon the plains.
People watched in a mixture of reverence and fright as the great dragon vanished from all sight. The flickering and crackling of the fire torches that several men held were the only sounds that filled the chilling air.
Aragorn blinked in rapid succession as the screech finally stopped ringing in his ears and his head turned slowly to Legolas.
"Legolas…was that a…dragon?"
Legolas chuckled and nodded, "'Aye my friend, it was indeed a dragon." Legolas rose a hand to keep Aragorn from asking the next most obvious question. "I will tell you all that has transpired when we have returned to Minas Tirith and taken you to the Houses of Healing."
Sensing his services were in need once again, Roheryn trotted forward, tossing his head as the elf stood up with Aragorn resting against him and Faramir came to the king's other side to help support him.
The village folk watched with apprehension as the soldiers of Minas Tirith began shouting orders to each other and bustled into action.
Legolas easily mounted Roheryn and extended his arms to grasp Aragorn's shoulders and, with Faramir's assistance, eased the man in front of him upon the horse's back.
"Do not wait for us to mount or horses Legolas." Faramir spoke. "Go now and take Aragorn straight to the Houses of Healing."
Legolas gave the steward and curt nod and whispered a few words into Roheryn's ears. The horse dipped his noble head once before his legs sprung into action and carried the man and the elf away from the battlefield and back towards Minas Tirith.
Legolas drew in a shakily breath, the shock of everything that had happened settling upon him. He lowered his head a little and whispered into Aragorn's ears.
"You should not have done that Estel. That arrow was meant for me."
A low chortle was etched from the man's throat and his eyes sought those of the elf.
"Would you expect any less of me?"
Legolas shook his head a faint smile brushed across his lips, "No…I do not and that is why I knew something foul would happen. You should have heeded our counsel."
Legolas had been proved right about his ill forewarnings, but what now frightened the elf more than the shock was the little voice nagging in the back of his mind that said that the ill happenings had only just begun.
TBC…