YAY! Look, two chapters at once! Savor it while you can, this is probably
the last time it will happen.
The next chapter is in the works. Keep up the feedback, it means a lot!
~cat~
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CHAPTER FOUR- Friends Torn Apart Once More
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Legolas walked through the halls of Helm's Deep for what seemed like the hundredth time. Yet he still had not found who he was looking for.
Since Aragorn's miraculous return, everything had moved so fast and amidst the chaos of preparing for the battle that was already on its way, Legolas had lost sight of his friend. He wanted nothing more than to just speak with the ranger.
Legolas sighed and resigned himself to the fact that, wherever Aragorn was, he didn't want to be found. He returned to the armory, where he had left Gimli in order to search for Aragorn, and looked at the "soldiers" who now swarmed the room. He sighed and shook his head. A short glance at Gimli confirmed that the dwarf shared his feelings. Legolas felt his emotions begin building up again. This battle was not going to be easy. So many people were going to die.
Just then, Aragorn walked into the room and an overwhelming fear settled in the elf's heart. When he had thought Aragorn to be dead, the pain had been unbearable. And now, for the first time, he realized the strong possibility that one of the lives this battle would claim could be his friend's. Legolas was sure he couldn't bear losing him again. Not after he had just gotten him back. He looked hopelessly around the room.
"Farmers. Farriers. Stable boys. These are no soldiers." Aragorn's voice floated to his ears over the noise of the other men. Legolas glanced at his friend.
"Most of seen too many winters," came Gimli's reply.
Legolas felt his emotions boiling over. The events of the day had taken their toll on him, and he added, "Or too few." He suddenly felt incredibly old.
"Look at them. They're frightened. I can see it in their eyes."
He surprised even himself with the bitter tone in his last words. He sighed heavily as he heard the room go silent, and all eyes turn to him. But there was no going back. His emotions had too strong of a hold on him now. He switched to his own tongue, as to not worry the other men any more than necessary.
"Boe a hûn. Neled herain dan caer menig!" Aragorn responded in elvish as well, understanding why Legolas had made the switch.
"Si beriathar hýn. Amar nâ ned Edoras."
Legolas could sense where this conversation was going and he wanted desperately to stop it. But a nagging fear for his friend's life and the lives of everyone from Edoras had clouded everything else. Sense and reason and self control had been pushed to the side, and his mouth released the words without his permission.
"Aragorn, men i ndagor. Hýn ú-... ortheri. Natha daged aen!"
Legolas flinched as Aragorn responded, this time in the tongue of men, anger and frustration laced through his voice.
"Then I shall die as one of them."
For a long moment the ranger simply held the elf's gaze, both their eyes filled with a fiery passion. Then Aragorn turned and walked away. Instinctively, Legolas moved to go after him, but he was stopped by a hand on his arm. He looked down and saw Gimli, a serious expression on his face.
"Let him go, lad. Let him be."
Deep down inside, Legolas knew the dwarf to be right. Everyone was so high- strung as it was, and if he went after Aragorn now it would only result in another heated argument. And that was something he desperately did not want.
He allowed himself to step back, and raised his head just in time to see his friend walk out the door, away from the argument that had just ended. And away from him.
The next chapter is in the works. Keep up the feedback, it means a lot!
~cat~
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CHAPTER FOUR- Friends Torn Apart Once More
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Legolas walked through the halls of Helm's Deep for what seemed like the hundredth time. Yet he still had not found who he was looking for.
Since Aragorn's miraculous return, everything had moved so fast and amidst the chaos of preparing for the battle that was already on its way, Legolas had lost sight of his friend. He wanted nothing more than to just speak with the ranger.
Legolas sighed and resigned himself to the fact that, wherever Aragorn was, he didn't want to be found. He returned to the armory, where he had left Gimli in order to search for Aragorn, and looked at the "soldiers" who now swarmed the room. He sighed and shook his head. A short glance at Gimli confirmed that the dwarf shared his feelings. Legolas felt his emotions begin building up again. This battle was not going to be easy. So many people were going to die.
Just then, Aragorn walked into the room and an overwhelming fear settled in the elf's heart. When he had thought Aragorn to be dead, the pain had been unbearable. And now, for the first time, he realized the strong possibility that one of the lives this battle would claim could be his friend's. Legolas was sure he couldn't bear losing him again. Not after he had just gotten him back. He looked hopelessly around the room.
"Farmers. Farriers. Stable boys. These are no soldiers." Aragorn's voice floated to his ears over the noise of the other men. Legolas glanced at his friend.
"Most of seen too many winters," came Gimli's reply.
Legolas felt his emotions boiling over. The events of the day had taken their toll on him, and he added, "Or too few." He suddenly felt incredibly old.
"Look at them. They're frightened. I can see it in their eyes."
He surprised even himself with the bitter tone in his last words. He sighed heavily as he heard the room go silent, and all eyes turn to him. But there was no going back. His emotions had too strong of a hold on him now. He switched to his own tongue, as to not worry the other men any more than necessary.
"Boe a hûn. Neled herain dan caer menig!" Aragorn responded in elvish as well, understanding why Legolas had made the switch.
"Si beriathar hýn. Amar nâ ned Edoras."
Legolas could sense where this conversation was going and he wanted desperately to stop it. But a nagging fear for his friend's life and the lives of everyone from Edoras had clouded everything else. Sense and reason and self control had been pushed to the side, and his mouth released the words without his permission.
"Aragorn, men i ndagor. Hýn ú-... ortheri. Natha daged aen!"
Legolas flinched as Aragorn responded, this time in the tongue of men, anger and frustration laced through his voice.
"Then I shall die as one of them."
For a long moment the ranger simply held the elf's gaze, both their eyes filled with a fiery passion. Then Aragorn turned and walked away. Instinctively, Legolas moved to go after him, but he was stopped by a hand on his arm. He looked down and saw Gimli, a serious expression on his face.
"Let him go, lad. Let him be."
Deep down inside, Legolas knew the dwarf to be right. Everyone was so high- strung as it was, and if he went after Aragorn now it would only result in another heated argument. And that was something he desperately did not want.
He allowed himself to step back, and raised his head just in time to see his friend walk out the door, away from the argument that had just ended. And away from him.