A little treat for you all, you get the next chapter early! YEAH! Okay, so
maybe not, but you still get the next chapter early. I know I said before
that the Twins did not play an important role, well that's changed. I was
looking ahead to my next stories and realized that my original plans didn't
work with my future stories, so I had to change the ending around a bit. So
that's why I ran into a writer's block, but it's over now. Onto reviews!
JediKnightBalthasar-
Yes, I do like all Elves equally, especially Legolas. . .
Well the quotes aren't mine, they belong to other people. . . I just have a calendar that has a quote for each day of the year.
Once again I must refer you to Deep Blue Sea. Yes animals are incredibly smart, and most people don't give them the credit they deserve, but the difference between them being smart and being viscous is totally different. Yes some animals are viscous, that's not the point I'm getting at, it's kind of hard to explain, that's why I'm turning you toward Deep blue Sea cause that's where I got my idea from.
What happens when there is no more need for Aragorn and Legolas? Well my dear Balthasar. . . May I ask you what happens when there is no more need for, let's say, a napkin? Or a diaper, or just stuff in general? You alone should be able to answer that question. What happens when there is no more need for something? I really don't want to spoil it for those who have yet to wonder.
Smeagol-
Poor Smeagol, trapped at a dinner party! I know how that can be. My friend and I were invited to a banquet for Medical Club for volunteering at the hospital, we hadn't done any yet but they said to come any way. The closest person in age there was 19, we were only 14-15 then, but everyone else was at least 50 years of age, we knew absolutely no one, and the food was horrid. Raw spinach for an appetizer, then the main meal was. . . heck we were never able to find out what it was. But anyway the two of us ate slices of cheesecakes, then we went home and had dinner.
To Everyone!-
What happens to the wolves? My answer to that. . . I can't tell you! It'll ruin the story! But thanx for being concerned. Yes cute little wolf pups, I wanna cuddle them too!
Got a riddle for you guys this time
How many people does it take to replace a door lock?
(6! Really it took six of us to fix it. LOL, it was really stupid, but we couldn't figure out what was wrong!)
Chapter 13: Diomedes
Legolas had yet to have a chance to slip away. The plan had been burning in his mind since the night before, and now late afternoon had fallen. He had seen only glimpses of the young ranger during the day, each time he seemed to be even more exhausted.
He also caught glimpses of Hadrian throughout the day, as well as another man, clothed in dark. Legolas could feel his heavy eyes resting on him, and he felt an involuntary shiver race through his spine each time. Watching them from the corner of his eyes he could see them paying particular attention to the young human when he entered the room.
"Strider," he whispered softly as he came up besides him. "That man has been watching you, be careful. There's evil about him."
Aragorn nodded softly, returning to his work. He felt to tired to respond, but he heeded Legolas' words of caution, becoming aware of the strange man. His thoughts drifted often to his brothers, and he hoped dearly that they had managed to escape. His father, he knew, would more in likely be out looking for him. He winced slightly at the thought of the lengthy lecture that probably was in store for him.
"Human!" the sharp cry rang through air, snapping Aragorn from his thoughts.
The man clothed in a black hooded robe strode forward, easily dwarfing the young human. Aragorn shrank back slightly as fear began to creep up inside him.
"Tell me, who are you?" It was a demand, not a question.
Legolas watched them closely, slowly moving closer if Aragorn may need his help, and at the same time not trying to draw attention to himself.
"Strider, Ranger of the North," he said quietly, his eyes falling on the ground.
"You lie," he said coldly. He began to circle Aragorn; the young ranger began to feel his fear rise even further. "You may dress and speak as a ranger, but you lack the skills and experience. It is obvious to see that, you have faults trying to catch a simple wolf, no less a child. Tell me once more, who are you?"
"I am Strider, Ranger of the North, I may be young, but my travels have just begun" he said calmly. He would not dare utter his true name, nor give his Elvish name. He could see Legolas moving nearer, but he softly waved a hand at him, hoping to drive him off. He did not want the Elf to come to any harm due to his own faults.
"I grow weary of asking you human. Who are you!"
"He is Strider, as he claims. Why do you not believe him?" Legolas demanded, trying to help the young ranger.
Legolas suddenly found himself on the floor, holding a hand over his lip where blood spilled forth from the violent backhanded blow. The man stood over him, glaring daggers at him.
"I did not ask you Elf," he spat with a none to friendly tone.
Legolas scowled as the strange man turned back to Aragorn.
"Who are you?"
"Strider, Ranger of the North." As far as he was concerned he could play this game all day. He glanced over as Legolas regained his feet, wiping the blood off his lip.
"Very well then. There is no need to find out who you really are. If you claim that you are a Ranger, then let us see how well you fair," he said, grabbing his arm forcefully and turning toward the doorway. "Hadrian, fetch some wolves. We'll see how quick this one can run."
Hadrian laughed softly, "As you wish, Master."
*~*~*~*~*~*
"That doesn't make any sense," Elrohir said softly, dropping into a crouch besides his brother. "The tracks lead right to Azscverbae, but what business do Orcs have here?"
"I do not know my brother, but I intend to find out. If Legolas and Estel did fall into the hold of Orcs, then this is where they are. I pray that we are not too late."
"Where do we enter then? If Legolas and Estel are captives, and Orcs patrol the town, then we are not safe here."
"There are many places that are not safe," Elladan muttered silently. "A Company of Elves was expected, word was sent out that we would be. There may be a trap waiting for us. We can sneak in, but the town is usually well guarded."
"So what choices do we have left then?"
Elladan shook his head softly. "I know not my brother."
Suddenly the door swung open from the stone courtyard.
"Hide!" Elladan whispered fiercely, pulling his brother back behind the thick bushes. They watched from behind as a dark clothed figure strode out, dragging another person with him. Elladan shuddered as several Orcs followed behind, holding chains that connected to thick collars of six large white wolves, growls erupting from their throats.
The person was thrown to the forest floor, the Orcs laughing as he attempted to regain his footing. Elrohir let out a gasp of air as he recognized him.
"Estel," he whispered, Elladan nodding as he felt worry grow in him. What were they doing?
"If I were you human, I'd start running," the clothed man laughed softly.
Aragorn paused only a moment before fleeing off into the forest.
The man watched the retreating form for a moment before turning back to the Orcs. "Release them."
The Orcs laughed, and unbuckled the latch, freeing the wolves, which quickly raced after their prey.
"Estel," Elladan said worriedly, "What cruel game is this?"
"I do not know," Elrohir said, knotting his bow, "But let us see who wins."
TBC. . .
JediKnightBalthasar-
Yes, I do like all Elves equally, especially Legolas. . .
Well the quotes aren't mine, they belong to other people. . . I just have a calendar that has a quote for each day of the year.
Once again I must refer you to Deep Blue Sea. Yes animals are incredibly smart, and most people don't give them the credit they deserve, but the difference between them being smart and being viscous is totally different. Yes some animals are viscous, that's not the point I'm getting at, it's kind of hard to explain, that's why I'm turning you toward Deep blue Sea cause that's where I got my idea from.
What happens when there is no more need for Aragorn and Legolas? Well my dear Balthasar. . . May I ask you what happens when there is no more need for, let's say, a napkin? Or a diaper, or just stuff in general? You alone should be able to answer that question. What happens when there is no more need for something? I really don't want to spoil it for those who have yet to wonder.
Smeagol-
Poor Smeagol, trapped at a dinner party! I know how that can be. My friend and I were invited to a banquet for Medical Club for volunteering at the hospital, we hadn't done any yet but they said to come any way. The closest person in age there was 19, we were only 14-15 then, but everyone else was at least 50 years of age, we knew absolutely no one, and the food was horrid. Raw spinach for an appetizer, then the main meal was. . . heck we were never able to find out what it was. But anyway the two of us ate slices of cheesecakes, then we went home and had dinner.
To Everyone!-
What happens to the wolves? My answer to that. . . I can't tell you! It'll ruin the story! But thanx for being concerned. Yes cute little wolf pups, I wanna cuddle them too!
Got a riddle for you guys this time
How many people does it take to replace a door lock?
(6! Really it took six of us to fix it. LOL, it was really stupid, but we couldn't figure out what was wrong!)
Chapter 13: Diomedes
Legolas had yet to have a chance to slip away. The plan had been burning in his mind since the night before, and now late afternoon had fallen. He had seen only glimpses of the young ranger during the day, each time he seemed to be even more exhausted.
He also caught glimpses of Hadrian throughout the day, as well as another man, clothed in dark. Legolas could feel his heavy eyes resting on him, and he felt an involuntary shiver race through his spine each time. Watching them from the corner of his eyes he could see them paying particular attention to the young human when he entered the room.
"Strider," he whispered softly as he came up besides him. "That man has been watching you, be careful. There's evil about him."
Aragorn nodded softly, returning to his work. He felt to tired to respond, but he heeded Legolas' words of caution, becoming aware of the strange man. His thoughts drifted often to his brothers, and he hoped dearly that they had managed to escape. His father, he knew, would more in likely be out looking for him. He winced slightly at the thought of the lengthy lecture that probably was in store for him.
"Human!" the sharp cry rang through air, snapping Aragorn from his thoughts.
The man clothed in a black hooded robe strode forward, easily dwarfing the young human. Aragorn shrank back slightly as fear began to creep up inside him.
"Tell me, who are you?" It was a demand, not a question.
Legolas watched them closely, slowly moving closer if Aragorn may need his help, and at the same time not trying to draw attention to himself.
"Strider, Ranger of the North," he said quietly, his eyes falling on the ground.
"You lie," he said coldly. He began to circle Aragorn; the young ranger began to feel his fear rise even further. "You may dress and speak as a ranger, but you lack the skills and experience. It is obvious to see that, you have faults trying to catch a simple wolf, no less a child. Tell me once more, who are you?"
"I am Strider, Ranger of the North, I may be young, but my travels have just begun" he said calmly. He would not dare utter his true name, nor give his Elvish name. He could see Legolas moving nearer, but he softly waved a hand at him, hoping to drive him off. He did not want the Elf to come to any harm due to his own faults.
"I grow weary of asking you human. Who are you!"
"He is Strider, as he claims. Why do you not believe him?" Legolas demanded, trying to help the young ranger.
Legolas suddenly found himself on the floor, holding a hand over his lip where blood spilled forth from the violent backhanded blow. The man stood over him, glaring daggers at him.
"I did not ask you Elf," he spat with a none to friendly tone.
Legolas scowled as the strange man turned back to Aragorn.
"Who are you?"
"Strider, Ranger of the North." As far as he was concerned he could play this game all day. He glanced over as Legolas regained his feet, wiping the blood off his lip.
"Very well then. There is no need to find out who you really are. If you claim that you are a Ranger, then let us see how well you fair," he said, grabbing his arm forcefully and turning toward the doorway. "Hadrian, fetch some wolves. We'll see how quick this one can run."
Hadrian laughed softly, "As you wish, Master."
*~*~*~*~*~*
"That doesn't make any sense," Elrohir said softly, dropping into a crouch besides his brother. "The tracks lead right to Azscverbae, but what business do Orcs have here?"
"I do not know my brother, but I intend to find out. If Legolas and Estel did fall into the hold of Orcs, then this is where they are. I pray that we are not too late."
"Where do we enter then? If Legolas and Estel are captives, and Orcs patrol the town, then we are not safe here."
"There are many places that are not safe," Elladan muttered silently. "A Company of Elves was expected, word was sent out that we would be. There may be a trap waiting for us. We can sneak in, but the town is usually well guarded."
"So what choices do we have left then?"
Elladan shook his head softly. "I know not my brother."
Suddenly the door swung open from the stone courtyard.
"Hide!" Elladan whispered fiercely, pulling his brother back behind the thick bushes. They watched from behind as a dark clothed figure strode out, dragging another person with him. Elladan shuddered as several Orcs followed behind, holding chains that connected to thick collars of six large white wolves, growls erupting from their throats.
The person was thrown to the forest floor, the Orcs laughing as he attempted to regain his footing. Elrohir let out a gasp of air as he recognized him.
"Estel," he whispered, Elladan nodding as he felt worry grow in him. What were they doing?
"If I were you human, I'd start running," the clothed man laughed softly.
Aragorn paused only a moment before fleeing off into the forest.
The man watched the retreating form for a moment before turning back to the Orcs. "Release them."
The Orcs laughed, and unbuckled the latch, freeing the wolves, which quickly raced after their prey.
"Estel," Elladan said worriedly, "What cruel game is this?"
"I do not know," Elrohir said, knotting his bow, "But let us see who wins."
TBC. . .