Wow, 90+ reviews, never had that many before, thanx you guys, here's
another chappie for you all! Responses? Sure, why not?
To everyone-
Am I going to kill Aragorn? Some of you should know me better than that, I won't kill off any of Tolkien's characters, but hey, you'd be surprised what you can live through.
Are the Twins going to help Estel? Read on my dear friends, read on!
JediknightBalthasar-
Yes that indeed is what I mean. I don't favor Elves from one location from another, and Legolas is my favorite. Sorry if that confused you
Hmm, I'm not that way either, believe it or not, I tend to like Legolas cause first off he is cute (Okay, so I can't deny that part) but I like him more because he has no written history before the Council of Elrond, so it's a pretty open space to work with, and I like his attitude, he's stubborn, proud and cocky. . . reminds me of one of my friends. . . oh where was I? Don't worry, in a few years things will change, trust me on this.
Yes it is true that no man can judge when there is no more need for life, but some people unfortunately don't care, I mean take the kid who sits next to me in class. He's sitting in jail now for stabbing somebody.
I have no idea, why are you asking me? I'm horrible about that stuff. I got the name off a name generator, but I'll take a look. Now that I think about it Diomedes does sound familiar. Hmm. . . I don't know, I'll have to get back to you on that one.
Well their situation isn't that bad. I'll get them into worse situations later on. But yes, some people manage to find humor in strange places, I remember listening to an interview with this one guy who was a (Like karate but not quite, can't remember the name) leader, but he didn't have any legs, and he was one of the top fighters. He was talking about when he lost his legs. He says he remembers the accident, and he woke up in the hospital and saw that his legs were gone, and the first thought that popped into his mind was "Man, my mother's going to be angry when she finds out I lost my legs", you know, how you loose homework or a sweater or something like that. So yes, strange but true.
I never really thought about it, I guess Rangers would be more trackers than runners, but do you think Diomedes knows that? I don't think he would. . . I suppose it's possible for them to be insane geniuses, but I don't know, no spoilers!
No Smeagol has yet to inform me of her vodka experience.
Carrie-
*Unplugs ears* Is it safe yet? Yes, with Elladan and Elrohir I had originally planed to have them sort of disappear, then come back toward the end, but plans changed in order to fit my other story. Umm, no Elrond in this story, NO WORRIES! No, you'll all get to see the reunion and explanation in a later story, not the next one though, but the one after. The next story is real short though, just to give the poor guys a little break.
Once again, what a horrible thought, but no less then expected from a horrible author, right? Hehe, well I can run pretty fast, but I'll just get onto of Kirako and speed away. (Emmithar's horse)
ThE iNsAnE oNe
I get an Elrond plushie too!
Yes you did review, I didn't catch it though, so sorry for that, I'm responding to both reviews right now.
Have fun on vacation! See you when you get back, or rather hear from you, can't quite see you
Anita-
I like you're techniques, you need to teach me a few of them, then maybe I can get the two to shape up.
So you're storming off into the wild again? Be careful, I'm not responsible for any wolves attacking you.
arabella thorne -
Yes it seems Estel does have the odds in his favor, but no more said. No spoliers
Lily Frost-
All right, all right, settle down. You can have a white wolf pup. I suppose they won't miss one, but if they do I'll just send them your way.
No, not very many cliffies, compared to a few others. . .
Kari-
Thanks for the info. Like I've said before I have very few resources to work on, so most of my stuff is made up and I'm careful about stuff that's not, but hey, I'm human (But on the inside I'm an Elf!) I was almost certain that she was attacked by Orcs, and was wounded pretty bad, and then I didn't hear anything after that, so I assumed she died, but it's good to know that she didn't. She's no longer around, no, but everyone will see her once again, and that's good.
Belothien-
Catchy isn't it? I've created cliffies cause other stories have cliffies in them, and, as I have found out, others make cliffies cause I leave cliffies, it's a never ending process
Larus-
Thanks for your reviews, I enjoy reading them, and yes I do know what you mean. Hope to hear from you again.
To The Rest-
Thanx for the reviews! I really do appreciate them! And for those of you who don't review, PLEASE DO! I love hearing from you guys, if it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't be writing anymore. So please leave a review, a simple Hi, or thought would be enough, but please do let me know you're there! Thanx again!
Chapter 14:Escape and Rescue
The darkness of the cell seemed to be overwhelming, and though it was day, no light shone through. Being in the cell alone was bad enough, but now alone it seemed to be even darker. Legolas wrapped his arms around his chest as he paced back and forth through the cell, as if trying to stave of the cold, but he felt none of it. Like all Elves they could tolerate the temperature for the most part.
The thought of the young ranger running for his life tore at the Elf, and it surprised Legolas. Never before did he have such interaction with a human, and never had he thought that one day he would care for one. His father had never talked highly of Men, giving Legolas a handful of doubt that now was catching up with him.
He had to get out, he had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before the same fate befell him, or worse. He shuddered. He knew little about the man, he assumed it was Diomedes, the name had slipped before and his sharp Elven ears had barely caught it. He had been thrown back in the cell after he attempted to fight his way over to Estel. He was strong, but with a handful of Orcs on him he could do nothing.
He clenched his fists, he had felt so helpless, and he despised that feeling. Helplessness and weakness were two feelings he could live without. His keen eyes searched the darkness of the cell, hoping to see any sign of escape, but could find none. He let out a sigh of frustration, leaning against the wall. He had no weapons, no hope for escape, what was left?
It was then that his keen ears had picked up the faint sounds of footsteps headed toward his cell. In a quick moment Legolas had formed a plan of escape, and he positioned himself near the door, waiting for the right moment.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn fled through the forest, despair growing in him. He knew that he could not outrun wolves, lusting for flesh, //my flesh// he thought softly. He knew he needed a plan if he were to survive this. But the only thing that came to his panicked mind was to run. //Some ranger I turned out to be// he thought dully, the sounds of the approaching wolves catching up.
He was unaware of the swift figure following him in the trees, an arrow drawn tightly. Keen eyes kept close watch on him as he speed further into the forest.
*~*~*~*~*~*
When the door flew open Legolas lunged, wrapping a strong arm around the chest of the Orc, quickly wrapping his free hand around the hilt of the dagger and pulling it free. Before the Orc could even react he lay dead on the floor, a pool of blood forming around his neck where the knife had cut him.
Without taking notice on his victory, Legolas speed quietly down the hall, all his senses alert to the hallway around. His mind raced around him, //why had they come back for me so early?// the single thought worried him, but he pushed it aside.
Within minutes he reached the stairs and bounded up them quick and easily, reaching the top within seconds. His actions were faulty, for at the top Legolas crashed into a group of Orcs crossing the upper hallway. For a moment no one moved, but one suddenly shouted a command, pulling forth a dagger of his own.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn hurriedly jumped over the log, fatigue quickly building up inside him. He already was tired and his aching body did not agree with his attempts to push himself even further. He shook his head, trying to shake off the throbbing headache that continually bit at his skull .//How did he get himself into these situations?//
He risked glancing over his shoulder, checking to see how close the wolves were. To his surprise he could neither hear nor see them anymore. He slowed to a stop, a dull ache in his chest adding to the pain in his head. Bending over, his hands resting on his knees, he attempted to slow his breathing, letting his guard drop slightly. It was a faulty mistake. At that moment they attacked, having positioned themselves around the weary human. Before he could move Aragorn found himself thrown to the ground, a wolf lunging for his pale white neck.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The black dagger felt heavy and uncomfortable in his hand. So used to the lightness and gracefulness of the Elven daggers the daggers the Orcs used seemed almost impossible to wield. But even though the weapon seemed to be a disadvantage, he still was able to move quickly, quicker than the Orcs.
With a swift jab he plunged the knife into the first Orc that stood in front of him, and a backwards swing caught yet another. Only three now stood, and the attacked quickly, not taking notice or care that the ones before had fallen within moments.
Legolas threw up his sword, blocking the oncoming one, and jumped aside as another dagger flew towards him. He danced lightly around the Orcs, trying to herd them toward the stairs. If he could force them to lose their balance he would have the battle won.
But the Orcs were smarter than that, and quickly changed positions with the Elf. Legolas soon found himself fighting to keep away from the stairs. He blocked the oncoming blows the last three harder than the first two. His sword finally found flesh as he buried it into the chest of one of the Orcs, who fell immediately. Legolas stepped backwards; moving out of the way of the falling body, but the ground gave way beneath him as his foot slipped on the top stair.
Legolas found himself tumbling down the stairs, his arms and legs taking the worse of the fall as he tucked his head against his chest for protection. He lay at the bottom breathing heavily in pain, but was given no time to rest as the Orcs caught up with him. Legolas was barely able to block the blow as he pushed himself away. He buried the dagger into the neck of one as he jumped up, but he took no heed in the Orc behind him, and a soft cry escaped his lips as a dagger found its way into his arm.
Legolas pulled away from the sudden pain, only tearing his flesh more. With a quick thrust he quickly finished off the last Orc. Blood flowed from the wound, and Legolas placed his hand over it, trying to stave the bleeding as he made his way up the stairs once again, but at a slower pace.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn flinched as the wolf lunged toward him, but with a sudden cry the wolf was silently, his heavy form going limp onto of him. Aragorn pushed himself out slowly as the other wolves around him focused on their attacker. But within moments the wolves lay dead at his feet.
Elrohir quickly crossed the ground over to Estel, helping his brother to his feet.
"Elrohir?" Aragorn asked softly, still shaken from the recent happenings.
"It's alright little brother, I'm here," he said softly, pulling him into a hug.
Aragorn let out a sigh before pulling away. "Where are the others?" he asked, slowing his breathing.
"They're safe, back in Rivendell, which is where you should be as well."
Aragorn turned away, letting his head drop down. He was beginning to regret ever leaving home.
Elrohir noted the change in his brother, and he placed his hands on his shoulders. "What is it Estel?"
Aragorn shook his head, "Elladan. . ."
"Elladan is fine, he went looking for Legolas," Elrohir said, cutting him off.
"No, Elladan's angry with me, and its my fault," he said quietly, pulling away from his brother.
"No Estel. He just cares for you as I do, we don't want to lose you."
Aragorn turned back to his brother; "You can't protect me forever."
Elrohir nodded, smiling softly "Yes, I know that, as does Elladan. But that doesn't mean that we're going to stop trying."
Aragorn nodded, smiling also. "No, I suppose not."
Elrohir nodded. "Let us go then and help Elladan before he finds himself in trouble."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas made his way swiftly down the hall, ignoring the aches and pains in his arms and legs from his recent fall. He knew it was only a matter of time before his escape was discovered. He found himself lost though as he continued down the identical hallways. How the Orcs were ever able to navigate through them was beyond him.
Turning around a corner Legolas found himself facing yet another dead end. He groaned softly, irritation welling up inside him. So caught up in his own worries Legolas did not hear the approaching feet that when a hand landed on his shoulder he spun around forcing the stranger against the wall, pressing the knife against the pale throat, staring directly into the Elven eyes wide with fear.
TBC. . .
To everyone-
Am I going to kill Aragorn? Some of you should know me better than that, I won't kill off any of Tolkien's characters, but hey, you'd be surprised what you can live through.
Are the Twins going to help Estel? Read on my dear friends, read on!
JediknightBalthasar-
Yes that indeed is what I mean. I don't favor Elves from one location from another, and Legolas is my favorite. Sorry if that confused you
Hmm, I'm not that way either, believe it or not, I tend to like Legolas cause first off he is cute (Okay, so I can't deny that part) but I like him more because he has no written history before the Council of Elrond, so it's a pretty open space to work with, and I like his attitude, he's stubborn, proud and cocky. . . reminds me of one of my friends. . . oh where was I? Don't worry, in a few years things will change, trust me on this.
Yes it is true that no man can judge when there is no more need for life, but some people unfortunately don't care, I mean take the kid who sits next to me in class. He's sitting in jail now for stabbing somebody.
I have no idea, why are you asking me? I'm horrible about that stuff. I got the name off a name generator, but I'll take a look. Now that I think about it Diomedes does sound familiar. Hmm. . . I don't know, I'll have to get back to you on that one.
Well their situation isn't that bad. I'll get them into worse situations later on. But yes, some people manage to find humor in strange places, I remember listening to an interview with this one guy who was a (Like karate but not quite, can't remember the name) leader, but he didn't have any legs, and he was one of the top fighters. He was talking about when he lost his legs. He says he remembers the accident, and he woke up in the hospital and saw that his legs were gone, and the first thought that popped into his mind was "Man, my mother's going to be angry when she finds out I lost my legs", you know, how you loose homework or a sweater or something like that. So yes, strange but true.
I never really thought about it, I guess Rangers would be more trackers than runners, but do you think Diomedes knows that? I don't think he would. . . I suppose it's possible for them to be insane geniuses, but I don't know, no spoilers!
No Smeagol has yet to inform me of her vodka experience.
Carrie-
*Unplugs ears* Is it safe yet? Yes, with Elladan and Elrohir I had originally planed to have them sort of disappear, then come back toward the end, but plans changed in order to fit my other story. Umm, no Elrond in this story, NO WORRIES! No, you'll all get to see the reunion and explanation in a later story, not the next one though, but the one after. The next story is real short though, just to give the poor guys a little break.
Once again, what a horrible thought, but no less then expected from a horrible author, right? Hehe, well I can run pretty fast, but I'll just get onto of Kirako and speed away. (Emmithar's horse)
ThE iNsAnE oNe
I get an Elrond plushie too!
Yes you did review, I didn't catch it though, so sorry for that, I'm responding to both reviews right now.
Have fun on vacation! See you when you get back, or rather hear from you, can't quite see you
Anita-
I like you're techniques, you need to teach me a few of them, then maybe I can get the two to shape up.
So you're storming off into the wild again? Be careful, I'm not responsible for any wolves attacking you.
arabella thorne -
Yes it seems Estel does have the odds in his favor, but no more said. No spoliers
Lily Frost-
All right, all right, settle down. You can have a white wolf pup. I suppose they won't miss one, but if they do I'll just send them your way.
No, not very many cliffies, compared to a few others. . .
Kari-
Thanks for the info. Like I've said before I have very few resources to work on, so most of my stuff is made up and I'm careful about stuff that's not, but hey, I'm human (But on the inside I'm an Elf!) I was almost certain that she was attacked by Orcs, and was wounded pretty bad, and then I didn't hear anything after that, so I assumed she died, but it's good to know that she didn't. She's no longer around, no, but everyone will see her once again, and that's good.
Belothien-
Catchy isn't it? I've created cliffies cause other stories have cliffies in them, and, as I have found out, others make cliffies cause I leave cliffies, it's a never ending process
Larus-
Thanks for your reviews, I enjoy reading them, and yes I do know what you mean. Hope to hear from you again.
To The Rest-
Thanx for the reviews! I really do appreciate them! And for those of you who don't review, PLEASE DO! I love hearing from you guys, if it weren't for you guys, I wouldn't be writing anymore. So please leave a review, a simple Hi, or thought would be enough, but please do let me know you're there! Thanx again!
Chapter 14:Escape and Rescue
The darkness of the cell seemed to be overwhelming, and though it was day, no light shone through. Being in the cell alone was bad enough, but now alone it seemed to be even darker. Legolas wrapped his arms around his chest as he paced back and forth through the cell, as if trying to stave of the cold, but he felt none of it. Like all Elves they could tolerate the temperature for the most part.
The thought of the young ranger running for his life tore at the Elf, and it surprised Legolas. Never before did he have such interaction with a human, and never had he thought that one day he would care for one. His father had never talked highly of Men, giving Legolas a handful of doubt that now was catching up with him.
He had to get out, he had a feeling that it was only a matter of time before the same fate befell him, or worse. He shuddered. He knew little about the man, he assumed it was Diomedes, the name had slipped before and his sharp Elven ears had barely caught it. He had been thrown back in the cell after he attempted to fight his way over to Estel. He was strong, but with a handful of Orcs on him he could do nothing.
He clenched his fists, he had felt so helpless, and he despised that feeling. Helplessness and weakness were two feelings he could live without. His keen eyes searched the darkness of the cell, hoping to see any sign of escape, but could find none. He let out a sigh of frustration, leaning against the wall. He had no weapons, no hope for escape, what was left?
It was then that his keen ears had picked up the faint sounds of footsteps headed toward his cell. In a quick moment Legolas had formed a plan of escape, and he positioned himself near the door, waiting for the right moment.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn fled through the forest, despair growing in him. He knew that he could not outrun wolves, lusting for flesh, //my flesh// he thought softly. He knew he needed a plan if he were to survive this. But the only thing that came to his panicked mind was to run. //Some ranger I turned out to be// he thought dully, the sounds of the approaching wolves catching up.
He was unaware of the swift figure following him in the trees, an arrow drawn tightly. Keen eyes kept close watch on him as he speed further into the forest.
*~*~*~*~*~*
When the door flew open Legolas lunged, wrapping a strong arm around the chest of the Orc, quickly wrapping his free hand around the hilt of the dagger and pulling it free. Before the Orc could even react he lay dead on the floor, a pool of blood forming around his neck where the knife had cut him.
Without taking notice on his victory, Legolas speed quietly down the hall, all his senses alert to the hallway around. His mind raced around him, //why had they come back for me so early?// the single thought worried him, but he pushed it aside.
Within minutes he reached the stairs and bounded up them quick and easily, reaching the top within seconds. His actions were faulty, for at the top Legolas crashed into a group of Orcs crossing the upper hallway. For a moment no one moved, but one suddenly shouted a command, pulling forth a dagger of his own.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn hurriedly jumped over the log, fatigue quickly building up inside him. He already was tired and his aching body did not agree with his attempts to push himself even further. He shook his head, trying to shake off the throbbing headache that continually bit at his skull .//How did he get himself into these situations?//
He risked glancing over his shoulder, checking to see how close the wolves were. To his surprise he could neither hear nor see them anymore. He slowed to a stop, a dull ache in his chest adding to the pain in his head. Bending over, his hands resting on his knees, he attempted to slow his breathing, letting his guard drop slightly. It was a faulty mistake. At that moment they attacked, having positioned themselves around the weary human. Before he could move Aragorn found himself thrown to the ground, a wolf lunging for his pale white neck.
*~*~*~*~*~*
The black dagger felt heavy and uncomfortable in his hand. So used to the lightness and gracefulness of the Elven daggers the daggers the Orcs used seemed almost impossible to wield. But even though the weapon seemed to be a disadvantage, he still was able to move quickly, quicker than the Orcs.
With a swift jab he plunged the knife into the first Orc that stood in front of him, and a backwards swing caught yet another. Only three now stood, and the attacked quickly, not taking notice or care that the ones before had fallen within moments.
Legolas threw up his sword, blocking the oncoming one, and jumped aside as another dagger flew towards him. He danced lightly around the Orcs, trying to herd them toward the stairs. If he could force them to lose their balance he would have the battle won.
But the Orcs were smarter than that, and quickly changed positions with the Elf. Legolas soon found himself fighting to keep away from the stairs. He blocked the oncoming blows the last three harder than the first two. His sword finally found flesh as he buried it into the chest of one of the Orcs, who fell immediately. Legolas stepped backwards; moving out of the way of the falling body, but the ground gave way beneath him as his foot slipped on the top stair.
Legolas found himself tumbling down the stairs, his arms and legs taking the worse of the fall as he tucked his head against his chest for protection. He lay at the bottom breathing heavily in pain, but was given no time to rest as the Orcs caught up with him. Legolas was barely able to block the blow as he pushed himself away. He buried the dagger into the neck of one as he jumped up, but he took no heed in the Orc behind him, and a soft cry escaped his lips as a dagger found its way into his arm.
Legolas pulled away from the sudden pain, only tearing his flesh more. With a quick thrust he quickly finished off the last Orc. Blood flowed from the wound, and Legolas placed his hand over it, trying to stave the bleeding as he made his way up the stairs once again, but at a slower pace.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn flinched as the wolf lunged toward him, but with a sudden cry the wolf was silently, his heavy form going limp onto of him. Aragorn pushed himself out slowly as the other wolves around him focused on their attacker. But within moments the wolves lay dead at his feet.
Elrohir quickly crossed the ground over to Estel, helping his brother to his feet.
"Elrohir?" Aragorn asked softly, still shaken from the recent happenings.
"It's alright little brother, I'm here," he said softly, pulling him into a hug.
Aragorn let out a sigh before pulling away. "Where are the others?" he asked, slowing his breathing.
"They're safe, back in Rivendell, which is where you should be as well."
Aragorn turned away, letting his head drop down. He was beginning to regret ever leaving home.
Elrohir noted the change in his brother, and he placed his hands on his shoulders. "What is it Estel?"
Aragorn shook his head, "Elladan. . ."
"Elladan is fine, he went looking for Legolas," Elrohir said, cutting him off.
"No, Elladan's angry with me, and its my fault," he said quietly, pulling away from his brother.
"No Estel. He just cares for you as I do, we don't want to lose you."
Aragorn turned back to his brother; "You can't protect me forever."
Elrohir nodded, smiling softly "Yes, I know that, as does Elladan. But that doesn't mean that we're going to stop trying."
Aragorn nodded, smiling also. "No, I suppose not."
Elrohir nodded. "Let us go then and help Elladan before he finds himself in trouble."
*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas made his way swiftly down the hall, ignoring the aches and pains in his arms and legs from his recent fall. He knew it was only a matter of time before his escape was discovered. He found himself lost though as he continued down the identical hallways. How the Orcs were ever able to navigate through them was beyond him.
Turning around a corner Legolas found himself facing yet another dead end. He groaned softly, irritation welling up inside him. So caught up in his own worries Legolas did not hear the approaching feet that when a hand landed on his shoulder he spun around forcing the stranger against the wall, pressing the knife against the pale throat, staring directly into the Elven eyes wide with fear.
TBC. . .