Sorry for the late update you guys, 59 vocab words in one week tends to
slow you down.
*Grin* It's great to know that not all of you caught my rather big mistake. I added a wrong chapter to this story, and I tried to remove it before anyone saw, but someone did cause FF.net didn't take it down until later. Me and my mistakes, *Grumbles* Not the first time, and I doubt it's not the last time either.
Balthasar-
Little misunderstanding there, we actually get work for homework, we do a lot of games in class, I had a test Friday. . . luck me huh? But we hardly ever get homework for Spanish, our teacher is cool, he understands that we already get a ton of work for other classes, so it's rare when we do have homework in that class, but it is actual work.
Poor Balthasar, you need to get your self-esteem up girl. . . don't know what else to say really.
I don't think Thranduil will make an appearance in this story, Legolas was one of the Elves in the party he sent, so as far as he is concerned Legolas is safe and sound with the group. That's why Elladan and Elrohir don't want others to know about their capture, cause Thranduil would have a fit.
Am I more of a fan of Rivendell Elves? Well, I never thought about it really, I think it seems that way because I know more about Rivendell then Mirkwood, but then again Legolas is my favorite, and he's from Mirkwood, so I guess it can't be to bad, ya' know, not counting all the spiders and Orcs that tend to stick around, That's how it got its name because it fell into dark times, it used to be Greenwood the Great. Yep that's about the extent of my knowledge, for now at least. Mirkwood will eventually come into the stories, so I'll have to look it up sometime soon, when and if I find the time.
Smeagol-
I'm not 100% certain on that's how she died, but I've read a handful of stories, and that's what all of them say, so I'm going with them. Pitiful excuse, yes I know.
ThE iNsAnE oNe-
Hehe, it's nice to know that at least a few people understand my problems with updates. I've done a few reviews at 6:30 in the morning, I normally am up at 5:40 every morning, and sometimes I find time to get on, but you're right, it's a rather bad time to try and leave reviews, cause half the things you say don't make sense, but you actual did real good.
"Sorry, lost my famous friendship quotes calendar, so nothing inspiring this chapter" -that was me!- --Do you guys even read these?--
Chapter 12: Secrets
The constant throbbing in his shoulder slowly pulled Legolas from the depths of sleep. He had no idea on what time it was, but it felt like it was early morning. Pushing the thought aside, Legolas slowly rotated his swollen shoulder, slight pain from the arrow wound creasing around his irritated muscles. Not too far off he could see Aragorn sleeping, leaning against the wall, his hands folded on his lap.
Legolas slowly stood up, stretching the muscles in his legs. They were sore from the constant running he did yesterday. The thought immediately reminded him of his plan. He hated to wake Aragorn, the human was drained of his energy last time he saw, and he looked so peaceful resting. He however was released from the duty as he turned and saw the silver eyes watching him.
"How are you feeling?" Legolas asked softly.
"Sore," he answered with a yawn.
"Listen," he said softly, sitting down on the cold stone floor, "I have an idea."
Aragorn nodded for him to continue, still trying to fight off sleep.
"Working with the wolves yesterday, did you noticing anything?"
Aragorn thought for a moment, "Like what?"
"Anything," Legolas whispered, "anything at all."
Aragorn's brow crinkled as he thought. "No not really. Nothing unusual at least, they were just wolves."
"Exactly," Legolas said, nodding.
"What do you mean?"
"Remember when the wolves attacked you?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn groaned inwardly, but Legolas continued.
"Did you notice how they moved? How they acted? They were able to think, to plan, to trap," he watched the human closely. "Don't you understand?"
"Legolas, are you feeling all right?"
Legolas shook his head in frustration. "Think Aragorn. The wolves we chased after yesterday were nothing like the ones in the forest. They were just what they seemed, wolves, and nothing else. That small group out there almost killed us the other day, but you take all of them, and not a single one harmed us. They were energetic, full of life! Out there they were more skilled, but they showed no signs of life, they worked as units, as if they were being controlled. Something happened somewhere since they were pups, to the time that they were adults. If that is true, then there is something I want to try. Save some food from your next meal."
"Why?" Aragorn asked, getting to his feet.
The Elf however didn't respond. He seemed lost in a trance. "Legolas?" Aragorn asked timidly.
Legolas held up his hand, motioning the human to be quiet. His ears had picked up the faintest sounds of a conversation, and he moved closer to the vent to listen.
"How are the plans going?" the first voice was barely audible, and Legolas had not heard it before, but it was icy, and it sent a chill down his spine.
"Right on time Master, we are doing well, we can move out soon."
Legolas cringed when Hadrian's voice floated through the vent. Hadrian alone made him nervous enough, and to think he had a master deeply worried him. But what plans were they referring to?
Aragorn watched in silent, though keen his ears were for a human, they could not pick up the faint traces of the conversation happening somewhere above, though he knew that Legolas could, and he wouldn't risk distracting Legolas and have him miss a part of whatever was said.
"So the town of Askverba suspects nothing of an attack?"
"No Diomedes, they do not. We will finally control the land that is ours," Hadrian stated.
"Very well," Diomedes said, obviously pleased. "When can we expect to bring up the next set of wolves?"
"Within the next few weeks, they will be the last bunch, then our plans can be set into motion."
Legolas shook his head as the conversation died down, footsteps echoing in the hall above them. He leaned back, once again rubbing his sore arm.
"What did you hear?" Aragorn asked quietly, watching the elf stretch his sore muscles.
Legolas gave a sigh. "They plan to attack Askverba, Using the wolves."
"We can't let them do that," Aragorn said, standing up.
Legolas nodded in agreement, standing up he heard guards moving down toward their cell. "We'll talk later," he whispered softly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC. . .
Sorry for the short chapter once again, I've hit somewhat of a writers block, that's mostly due to all the writing I've done in my English class. . . but I'm working on it, next chapter will be up as soon as possible! Don't forget to review!
*Grin* It's great to know that not all of you caught my rather big mistake. I added a wrong chapter to this story, and I tried to remove it before anyone saw, but someone did cause FF.net didn't take it down until later. Me and my mistakes, *Grumbles* Not the first time, and I doubt it's not the last time either.
Balthasar-
Little misunderstanding there, we actually get work for homework, we do a lot of games in class, I had a test Friday. . . luck me huh? But we hardly ever get homework for Spanish, our teacher is cool, he understands that we already get a ton of work for other classes, so it's rare when we do have homework in that class, but it is actual work.
Poor Balthasar, you need to get your self-esteem up girl. . . don't know what else to say really.
I don't think Thranduil will make an appearance in this story, Legolas was one of the Elves in the party he sent, so as far as he is concerned Legolas is safe and sound with the group. That's why Elladan and Elrohir don't want others to know about their capture, cause Thranduil would have a fit.
Am I more of a fan of Rivendell Elves? Well, I never thought about it really, I think it seems that way because I know more about Rivendell then Mirkwood, but then again Legolas is my favorite, and he's from Mirkwood, so I guess it can't be to bad, ya' know, not counting all the spiders and Orcs that tend to stick around, That's how it got its name because it fell into dark times, it used to be Greenwood the Great. Yep that's about the extent of my knowledge, for now at least. Mirkwood will eventually come into the stories, so I'll have to look it up sometime soon, when and if I find the time.
Smeagol-
I'm not 100% certain on that's how she died, but I've read a handful of stories, and that's what all of them say, so I'm going with them. Pitiful excuse, yes I know.
ThE iNsAnE oNe-
Hehe, it's nice to know that at least a few people understand my problems with updates. I've done a few reviews at 6:30 in the morning, I normally am up at 5:40 every morning, and sometimes I find time to get on, but you're right, it's a rather bad time to try and leave reviews, cause half the things you say don't make sense, but you actual did real good.
"Sorry, lost my famous friendship quotes calendar, so nothing inspiring this chapter" -that was me!- --Do you guys even read these?--
Chapter 12: Secrets
The constant throbbing in his shoulder slowly pulled Legolas from the depths of sleep. He had no idea on what time it was, but it felt like it was early morning. Pushing the thought aside, Legolas slowly rotated his swollen shoulder, slight pain from the arrow wound creasing around his irritated muscles. Not too far off he could see Aragorn sleeping, leaning against the wall, his hands folded on his lap.
Legolas slowly stood up, stretching the muscles in his legs. They were sore from the constant running he did yesterday. The thought immediately reminded him of his plan. He hated to wake Aragorn, the human was drained of his energy last time he saw, and he looked so peaceful resting. He however was released from the duty as he turned and saw the silver eyes watching him.
"How are you feeling?" Legolas asked softly.
"Sore," he answered with a yawn.
"Listen," he said softly, sitting down on the cold stone floor, "I have an idea."
Aragorn nodded for him to continue, still trying to fight off sleep.
"Working with the wolves yesterday, did you noticing anything?"
Aragorn thought for a moment, "Like what?"
"Anything," Legolas whispered, "anything at all."
Aragorn's brow crinkled as he thought. "No not really. Nothing unusual at least, they were just wolves."
"Exactly," Legolas said, nodding.
"What do you mean?"
"Remember when the wolves attacked you?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn groaned inwardly, but Legolas continued.
"Did you notice how they moved? How they acted? They were able to think, to plan, to trap," he watched the human closely. "Don't you understand?"
"Legolas, are you feeling all right?"
Legolas shook his head in frustration. "Think Aragorn. The wolves we chased after yesterday were nothing like the ones in the forest. They were just what they seemed, wolves, and nothing else. That small group out there almost killed us the other day, but you take all of them, and not a single one harmed us. They were energetic, full of life! Out there they were more skilled, but they showed no signs of life, they worked as units, as if they were being controlled. Something happened somewhere since they were pups, to the time that they were adults. If that is true, then there is something I want to try. Save some food from your next meal."
"Why?" Aragorn asked, getting to his feet.
The Elf however didn't respond. He seemed lost in a trance. "Legolas?" Aragorn asked timidly.
Legolas held up his hand, motioning the human to be quiet. His ears had picked up the faintest sounds of a conversation, and he moved closer to the vent to listen.
"How are the plans going?" the first voice was barely audible, and Legolas had not heard it before, but it was icy, and it sent a chill down his spine.
"Right on time Master, we are doing well, we can move out soon."
Legolas cringed when Hadrian's voice floated through the vent. Hadrian alone made him nervous enough, and to think he had a master deeply worried him. But what plans were they referring to?
Aragorn watched in silent, though keen his ears were for a human, they could not pick up the faint traces of the conversation happening somewhere above, though he knew that Legolas could, and he wouldn't risk distracting Legolas and have him miss a part of whatever was said.
"So the town of Askverba suspects nothing of an attack?"
"No Diomedes, they do not. We will finally control the land that is ours," Hadrian stated.
"Very well," Diomedes said, obviously pleased. "When can we expect to bring up the next set of wolves?"
"Within the next few weeks, they will be the last bunch, then our plans can be set into motion."
Legolas shook his head as the conversation died down, footsteps echoing in the hall above them. He leaned back, once again rubbing his sore arm.
"What did you hear?" Aragorn asked quietly, watching the elf stretch his sore muscles.
Legolas gave a sigh. "They plan to attack Askverba, Using the wolves."
"We can't let them do that," Aragorn said, standing up.
Legolas nodded in agreement, standing up he heard guards moving down toward their cell. "We'll talk later," he whispered softly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC. . .
Sorry for the short chapter once again, I've hit somewhat of a writers block, that's mostly due to all the writing I've done in my English class. . . but I'm working on it, next chapter will be up as soon as possible! Don't forget to review!