Okay then. Sorry I would of had this chapter up much sooner, but I sliced
my hand up the other day cutting an apple (No, not on purpose, surprisingly
enough I've had a few people ask me this) and I've found typing a
troublesome task. But I'm trying to keep things up to date. *Readers roll
their eyes* //yeah right// No really, I've been trying, I really have . . .
JediKnightBalthasar-
Hadrian would know that Legolas would be lying if he knew Elvish, because Taur' Quessir means Sylvan elf, and Calaes' Quessir means High Elf, although I high is actually Cala`, but I changed it so that it would sound more male rather than female. So he would know that it was a race and not a name.
Yes Estel did acquire a few nicknames, but for now he only has Strider and Estel.
No I would never kill Legolas, you're right.
Never heard of Hadrian's Wall, I got the name off of a name generator. History was never my best subject. The rest of your questions will be answered, patience my friend.
ThE iNsAnE oNe-
I'm sorry, hope you're feeling better, I just got over being sick, but as you can see (From above) I have new problems on my hand (Literally)
You have stories? I tried to find some of your stuff, but no such luck. Let me know where you are.
Anita-
Bet you're glad Orcs don't climb trees! But now you have to watch out for the white wolves, cause they can! Hope you make it through okay!
Smeagol-
The wound Legolas has sounds and looks worse than what it really is, most of the arrow caught his shoulder bone, so he will have a sore shoulder, but other than that just a lot of pain.
Can Elves get infected? I would say yes, but I don't know about Tolkien. Well anyway I say yes AND STOP COUGHING OVER LEGOLAS! My poor baby! *Wipes away Smeagol's germs with a cloth* "Don't worry, Emmithar won't let anything bad happen to you . . . umm well, at least nothing too bad.
Elanor-
Oh well, thanks, I feel so important now. LOL, love reading your reviews, and love your story as well, it's great!
Dragon-
Sorry you lost your chapter, though I lost you on the middle part of the review, were you referring to your lost chapter or my story? Thanks for the kind comments!
Lotholien . . . umm Belothien-
Yes I recognized you, I figured it out when checking reviews for another chapter and saw the name, and I was certain that the person hadn't reviewed before, and so I went to your bio screen and found that it was you :o)
To most-
Once again I am sorry for those of you that have stories that I read, if you updated within the last day or so, and I haven't reviewed I'm truly sorry, between school, Band, and cutting my hand I've been quite busy, and unable to type for a while. I have read them! I just haven't reviewed. *Shame shame* yes I know. I'm trying to keep up . . .
'Happiness seems made to be shared' -Jean Racine-
Chapter 10: Wolf Pups
The single flame flickered in the dark, rising from the mossy head of the large stick. Elrohir held it up, his keen eyes searching the darkness for any sign of his younger brother or the Elf prince that had disappeared into the forest some time ago, and had not returned.
Some distance ahead of him, Elladan knelt to the ground, tracing the rough soil with his finger. His own torch cast soft rays into the tranquil night. Elrohir sighed gently, moving nearer to his brother to speak.
"I don't see anything," he said quietly, "What do you think happened?"
Elladan didn't respond, his eyes glued onto the ground in front of him as he studied it carefully. Elrohir's eyes feel to the same spot his brother was outlining with a finger. A footprint could barely be seen. Elrohir's eyes widen as he glanced up at his brother.
"Is it . . ." he questioned almost silently.
Elladan nodded. "Yes, it's Estel's. This was all I could find. The soil is hard, and does not hold footprints very well. He had to have fallen or something to leave this."
Elrohir let out a breath of air, shaking his head. He had a growing fear inside him, threatening to take over. He pushed it down inside of him; he would not let it control him. Now wasn't the time for emotions. He glanced over to the side, quickly scanning the uneven ground, and stopped short when he found something that interested him. Moving over he ran his hand carefully over the ground, moving a handful of dirt and rocks out of the way.
"Elladan, look," he called briskly, holding up the small crushed object.
Elladan moved over and took the object from him, twirling it easily in between his gentle fingers. The small round metal was shattered, barely recognizable. "It's Estel's clasp," he said quietly, "The one father gave to him a few years ago."
The firm metal frame had been broken as if it were glass. It looked as if it had been stepped on, but he could only think of one being's foot heavy enough to do so. He raised his eyes up to meet his brothers. Together they whispered the single terrifying word. "Orcs."
A sharp fierce cry rang through the air, sending a shiver down their spines. Elrohir jumped to his feet, "The others," he cried.
Elladan nodded, jumping up after his brother. The cry was that clearly of Orcs, and it had come from the direction of the camp. The two speed through the forest toward the camp, swords drawn and ready.
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Aragorn wrapped his arms around his knees, drawing them under his chin. With a shiver he let his head fall lightly against them, releasing a gentle sigh. Besides him Legolas sat down quietly, leaning against the freezing wall.
They had worked through the entire day without rest, Legolas had no problem keeping up in the work, though the light bandage that had been given to him repeatedly fell off through the day until he had finally given up on it and cast it away, letting the wound bleed until it stopped on it's own. It now gave him little pain, his body swiftly healing.
Aragorn however was worn, and he cared not to whether he ate as sleep begun to steal away his mind. His side burned from where he had taken the dagger a few days ago and though his leg wound was now almost completely healed, it too had begun to throb.
The two of them had worked with the younger wolves; the mass of them was amazing. Legolas had tried his best to keep count of them all, but with so many constantly moving from room to room it was easy to become confused. His count, however, had come to around 300 that day, but he knew there were still more.
Both the Ranger and the Elf had been forced to clean after them, and check the wolves that had a red collar around their necks for any infection or diseases, but they first had to catch them. The Elf had caught his first within moments, cornering the large beast and grabbing it by the collar.
Aragorn had more trouble, his first wolf clearly playing a game with him. Once caught however the young pup no longer gave him any trouble as Aragorn quickly checked its gums and teeth to make sure they were in good condition.
Legolas was surprised by the gentle playfulness of the young pups, as they raced around their tongues lolling from their moths, nothing like he had seen the other day. He had troubles believing that something that started out so gentle could become so fierce and cruel.
The door of their cell was raised slightly as a tray of food was slipped under, the door closing behind it. Legolas retrieved, eyeing the contents. Despite the conditions of their cell the food on the tray was a full meal, two cups of warm soup and two rolls and some crackers.
"Come on Strider," he said softly, the name sounding somewhat strange on his tongue. "Let's eat."
Aragorn lifted his head up, smirking softly through worn eyes. "Where did you ever come up with that name?"
Legolas gave him a wry look; "You mean you've never heard of the Legend of Strider?" he questioned softly.
"The Legend of Strider?" he said dimly, collecting one of the rolls in his hand, the scent of the warm bread teasing his nostrils.
Legolas nodded, "Yes, Legend says that Strider was a great warrior, he led his armies into many battles, and he never lost. It says that Strider gained most of the land where Gondor now is. I'm surprised that you never heard of him before, considering you are you know whom," he said plainly, taking a bite of his soup.
Aragorn watched him through unimpressed eyes, "Legolas," he groaned slightly, "that's not true."
Legolas laughed softly, his eyes drifting to the ground. "No it isn't."
"So where did you come up with it?"
Legolas shrugged easily, "It was the only thing I could think of."
Aragorn shook his head, "Strider. That was all?"
"Hey, I saved you neck, and all you can do is complain about it? Besides, I hear you say anything."
Aragorn shook his head. "I would have if you had given my the chance."
Legolas nodded, "Sure you could, well let's hear it."
"What?" Aragorn asked dimly, finishing the roll.
"Your name?"
Aragorn thought for a moment. "I was thinking about . . ."
Legolas nodded. "I thought so."
Aragorn shot him an irritated look. "Fine then, you're right. Are you happy now."
Legolas nodded, smiling at the human's frustration. "Of course."
Aragorn grunted, leaning against the wall after finishing the soup. He was still hungry, but his only thought now were to get some rest. He could faintly hear Legolas remove the now empty tray and place it besides the door as he drifted off to sleep.
Now awake on his own Legolas sat down, singing softly to himself as thought. He had a plan forming in his mind, but he did not know if it would work or not, he still needed to figure a few things out before he shared his idea with the human. The only sign that he had drifted to sleep was the soft song became lost somewhere in the darkness.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC That's it for now guys, sorry it's taking me so long to get chapters up, and that they're so short, I just need to find time to write.
JediKnightBalthasar-
Hadrian would know that Legolas would be lying if he knew Elvish, because Taur' Quessir means Sylvan elf, and Calaes' Quessir means High Elf, although I high is actually Cala`, but I changed it so that it would sound more male rather than female. So he would know that it was a race and not a name.
Yes Estel did acquire a few nicknames, but for now he only has Strider and Estel.
No I would never kill Legolas, you're right.
Never heard of Hadrian's Wall, I got the name off of a name generator. History was never my best subject. The rest of your questions will be answered, patience my friend.
ThE iNsAnE oNe-
I'm sorry, hope you're feeling better, I just got over being sick, but as you can see (From above) I have new problems on my hand (Literally)
You have stories? I tried to find some of your stuff, but no such luck. Let me know where you are.
Anita-
Bet you're glad Orcs don't climb trees! But now you have to watch out for the white wolves, cause they can! Hope you make it through okay!
Smeagol-
The wound Legolas has sounds and looks worse than what it really is, most of the arrow caught his shoulder bone, so he will have a sore shoulder, but other than that just a lot of pain.
Can Elves get infected? I would say yes, but I don't know about Tolkien. Well anyway I say yes AND STOP COUGHING OVER LEGOLAS! My poor baby! *Wipes away Smeagol's germs with a cloth* "Don't worry, Emmithar won't let anything bad happen to you . . . umm well, at least nothing too bad.
Elanor-
Oh well, thanks, I feel so important now. LOL, love reading your reviews, and love your story as well, it's great!
Dragon-
Sorry you lost your chapter, though I lost you on the middle part of the review, were you referring to your lost chapter or my story? Thanks for the kind comments!
Lotholien . . . umm Belothien-
Yes I recognized you, I figured it out when checking reviews for another chapter and saw the name, and I was certain that the person hadn't reviewed before, and so I went to your bio screen and found that it was you :o)
To most-
Once again I am sorry for those of you that have stories that I read, if you updated within the last day or so, and I haven't reviewed I'm truly sorry, between school, Band, and cutting my hand I've been quite busy, and unable to type for a while. I have read them! I just haven't reviewed. *Shame shame* yes I know. I'm trying to keep up . . .
'Happiness seems made to be shared' -Jean Racine-
Chapter 10: Wolf Pups
The single flame flickered in the dark, rising from the mossy head of the large stick. Elrohir held it up, his keen eyes searching the darkness for any sign of his younger brother or the Elf prince that had disappeared into the forest some time ago, and had not returned.
Some distance ahead of him, Elladan knelt to the ground, tracing the rough soil with his finger. His own torch cast soft rays into the tranquil night. Elrohir sighed gently, moving nearer to his brother to speak.
"I don't see anything," he said quietly, "What do you think happened?"
Elladan didn't respond, his eyes glued onto the ground in front of him as he studied it carefully. Elrohir's eyes feel to the same spot his brother was outlining with a finger. A footprint could barely be seen. Elrohir's eyes widen as he glanced up at his brother.
"Is it . . ." he questioned almost silently.
Elladan nodded. "Yes, it's Estel's. This was all I could find. The soil is hard, and does not hold footprints very well. He had to have fallen or something to leave this."
Elrohir let out a breath of air, shaking his head. He had a growing fear inside him, threatening to take over. He pushed it down inside of him; he would not let it control him. Now wasn't the time for emotions. He glanced over to the side, quickly scanning the uneven ground, and stopped short when he found something that interested him. Moving over he ran his hand carefully over the ground, moving a handful of dirt and rocks out of the way.
"Elladan, look," he called briskly, holding up the small crushed object.
Elladan moved over and took the object from him, twirling it easily in between his gentle fingers. The small round metal was shattered, barely recognizable. "It's Estel's clasp," he said quietly, "The one father gave to him a few years ago."
The firm metal frame had been broken as if it were glass. It looked as if it had been stepped on, but he could only think of one being's foot heavy enough to do so. He raised his eyes up to meet his brothers. Together they whispered the single terrifying word. "Orcs."
A sharp fierce cry rang through the air, sending a shiver down their spines. Elrohir jumped to his feet, "The others," he cried.
Elladan nodded, jumping up after his brother. The cry was that clearly of Orcs, and it had come from the direction of the camp. The two speed through the forest toward the camp, swords drawn and ready.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn wrapped his arms around his knees, drawing them under his chin. With a shiver he let his head fall lightly against them, releasing a gentle sigh. Besides him Legolas sat down quietly, leaning against the freezing wall.
They had worked through the entire day without rest, Legolas had no problem keeping up in the work, though the light bandage that had been given to him repeatedly fell off through the day until he had finally given up on it and cast it away, letting the wound bleed until it stopped on it's own. It now gave him little pain, his body swiftly healing.
Aragorn however was worn, and he cared not to whether he ate as sleep begun to steal away his mind. His side burned from where he had taken the dagger a few days ago and though his leg wound was now almost completely healed, it too had begun to throb.
The two of them had worked with the younger wolves; the mass of them was amazing. Legolas had tried his best to keep count of them all, but with so many constantly moving from room to room it was easy to become confused. His count, however, had come to around 300 that day, but he knew there were still more.
Both the Ranger and the Elf had been forced to clean after them, and check the wolves that had a red collar around their necks for any infection or diseases, but they first had to catch them. The Elf had caught his first within moments, cornering the large beast and grabbing it by the collar.
Aragorn had more trouble, his first wolf clearly playing a game with him. Once caught however the young pup no longer gave him any trouble as Aragorn quickly checked its gums and teeth to make sure they were in good condition.
Legolas was surprised by the gentle playfulness of the young pups, as they raced around their tongues lolling from their moths, nothing like he had seen the other day. He had troubles believing that something that started out so gentle could become so fierce and cruel.
The door of their cell was raised slightly as a tray of food was slipped under, the door closing behind it. Legolas retrieved, eyeing the contents. Despite the conditions of their cell the food on the tray was a full meal, two cups of warm soup and two rolls and some crackers.
"Come on Strider," he said softly, the name sounding somewhat strange on his tongue. "Let's eat."
Aragorn lifted his head up, smirking softly through worn eyes. "Where did you ever come up with that name?"
Legolas gave him a wry look; "You mean you've never heard of the Legend of Strider?" he questioned softly.
"The Legend of Strider?" he said dimly, collecting one of the rolls in his hand, the scent of the warm bread teasing his nostrils.
Legolas nodded, "Yes, Legend says that Strider was a great warrior, he led his armies into many battles, and he never lost. It says that Strider gained most of the land where Gondor now is. I'm surprised that you never heard of him before, considering you are you know whom," he said plainly, taking a bite of his soup.
Aragorn watched him through unimpressed eyes, "Legolas," he groaned slightly, "that's not true."
Legolas laughed softly, his eyes drifting to the ground. "No it isn't."
"So where did you come up with it?"
Legolas shrugged easily, "It was the only thing I could think of."
Aragorn shook his head, "Strider. That was all?"
"Hey, I saved you neck, and all you can do is complain about it? Besides, I hear you say anything."
Aragorn shook his head. "I would have if you had given my the chance."
Legolas nodded, "Sure you could, well let's hear it."
"What?" Aragorn asked dimly, finishing the roll.
"Your name?"
Aragorn thought for a moment. "I was thinking about . . ."
Legolas nodded. "I thought so."
Aragorn shot him an irritated look. "Fine then, you're right. Are you happy now."
Legolas nodded, smiling at the human's frustration. "Of course."
Aragorn grunted, leaning against the wall after finishing the soup. He was still hungry, but his only thought now were to get some rest. He could faintly hear Legolas remove the now empty tray and place it besides the door as he drifted off to sleep.
Now awake on his own Legolas sat down, singing softly to himself as thought. He had a plan forming in his mind, but he did not know if it would work or not, he still needed to figure a few things out before he shared his idea with the human. The only sign that he had drifted to sleep was the soft song became lost somewhere in the darkness.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC That's it for now guys, sorry it's taking me so long to get chapters up, and that they're so short, I just need to find time to write.