Here is the next chapter of Broken Ties...thanks for all the reviews...
Hope you like this chapter....but please keep in mind.. DO NOT KILL THE AUTHOR...or you shall never find out what happens...;)
Elvish translation are at the end of the chapter...
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Broken Ties
By: PT
Summary: What if a close friend of Legolas was taken by the orcs and tortured and killed....and Aragorn was there as well and Legolas felt that Aragorn betrayed him when he escaped with out him? Now Legolas must face his fear when he and Aragorn are captured by the orcs.... and Legolas is the only hope for them to escape...will he save them both or will his hurt cause him to leave Aragorn behind?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything LotR, other then my character Galàril. So please don't sue me for I have no money to give.
Chapter Three
Legolas quickly made his way deeper into the dungeons looking for his friends. He came upon an open door and looking at the dirt outside, he saw that the guards had dragged someone off. Peering inside the cell, Legolas cried out loud and quickly ran inside.
He fell to the ground next to his fallen friend and turned him over. He gasped in shock at the wound that still bleed. Quickly applying pressure to it, he tried to stop the flow of the blood. But the crimson liquid still just pooled around his fingers.
"Galàril, my friend you must hold on until I can get you out of here," Legolas whispered to his friend.
Galàril opened his eyes and looked at Legolas. Legolas could see the pain shimmering in his blue eyes. He could see that they had begun to glaze over, and Legolas knew that soon his friend would pass to the Halls of Mandos.
" Legolas? Is that you my friend," Galàril said.
" It is I. I am so sorry my friend. I tried to get here sooner, but was delayed," Legolas declared.
" Not your fault. I am sorry my friend, but I shall not see our home lands again. I fear..to late.. for me. I," Galàril said stopping mid-sentence as the pain flared once more through his body.
" You will be fine. I shall get you home. But tell me what has happened here, and where is Aragorn?"
Galàril didn't answer and Legolas feared he had already passed and was about to say something, but was cut of my Galàril's soft whisper.
" Dagger.stab.Aragorn."
Legolas looked at his friend in shock, and then let out an cry as he felt his friend go slack under him and pass away.
"Tenna' ento lye omenta. Namaarie" Legolas softly said as he laid his friend to the floor. Knowing he did not have much time he quickly wrapped his friend's body in his clock and lifted him into his arms and quickly left the cell.
He did not want to believe what he had been told and he would not believe it until he got the facts from Aragorn. But as he was leaving he noticed a dagger lying on the ground. Stopping and reaching down to investigate, he gasped in shock.
It was Aragorn's dagger and it was covered in the blood of his now dead friend. Letting out another cry, he quickly left, vowing to avenge his friend's death, no matter what. He just hoped he had to courage to bring the man who did this to the death he deserved. He hoped that he could kill Aragorn when he had to.
**
Aragorn was lead to a new cell and thrown in. He cried out as he landed on his wounds from his beating earlier. He sat up and moved over to the corner and sat there starting at nothing. He could not believe what had just happened. Had he really just killed his friend? He tried to deny it, yet he could see the red blood that still stained his hands.
Finally unable to hold in his pain any longer, he let his head fall into his hands and cried. He could hear the orcs laughing at his loss of control, but he no longer cared. Finally unable to cry he leaned back against the wall, and thought.
So involved in this thinking that he never heard anyone enter his cell until he was roughly lifted from his feet. Letting out a pained cry he look at the person holding him, and found him self starting at the orc leader.
" So you have finally been broken. To bad it took so long to do so. I have grown tired of you. You shall die," he said as he motioned for Aragorn to be taken away.
" I will enjoy eating the meat from your bones tonight human."
Aragorn looked at the orc in horror, but also relief. He knew that now he would have the blessing he had so long for. Death. That was all he looked and waited for. He did not fight, as he was lead out of the cell and to the main courtyard where the killing would take place.
**
Legolas made his way out of the cells and into the near by forest. He had thus far managed to avoid the orcs, but he knew not to push his luck. He was about to head back towards his home and then after he talked to his family decide if he should come back to get Aragorn, when he heard a loud uproar was heard coming from the orc camp.
Turning back he looked and what he saw made his blood run cold. He saw Aragorn being lead toward the center of camp and was pushed to his knees. The orcs surrounded him and began to yell and cry out at the excitement of the kill and feast they where about to enjoy.
Legolas stood still not daring to move. He could feel the battle of emotions raging inside him Should he leave Aragorn to his fate, or should he help? If he helped him, then what? Could he bring him to his home to stand trial or would he act his promise out then and there?
He watched with mixed feelings as the orc leader began to speak.
" Today we shall feast on the flesh of this man, who was stupid enough to think we would let him go. The human who refused to kill his elf friend to save both their lives. Now who wants the pleasure of the kill?"
Another loud uproar went about the camp. Legolas stood in shock at what he had just heard. Aragorn refused to kill Galàril? But how could that be when Galàril had said so, and the dagger that killed his friend was the one that belonged to Aragorn? His mind was telling him to leave before he got caught as well, yet his heart was saying to help him and get his side of the story. As he battled with him self, he looked at Aragorn and found that Aragorn was starting right at him.
Legolas looked into Aragorn face and saw the pain and shame clearly written. He also saw that Aragorn had given up and was waiting for the blow to fall. Legolas watched as the orc leader lifted his sword and handed it to a near by orc and motioned for him to deliver the killing blow.
Aragorn looked at Legolas once last time and mouthed sorry and then closed his eyes. A blood-curdling roar went up as the sword came down and a body hit the ground staining the ground below the body.
Elvish Translations:
Namaarie: Farwell
Tenna' ento lye omenta: Until next we meet
Hope you like this chapter....but please keep in mind.. DO NOT KILL THE AUTHOR...or you shall never find out what happens...;)
Elvish translation are at the end of the chapter...
Feed back please!!!
Thanks- PT
Broken Ties
By: PT
Summary: What if a close friend of Legolas was taken by the orcs and tortured and killed....and Aragorn was there as well and Legolas felt that Aragorn betrayed him when he escaped with out him? Now Legolas must face his fear when he and Aragorn are captured by the orcs.... and Legolas is the only hope for them to escape...will he save them both or will his hurt cause him to leave Aragorn behind?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything LotR, other then my character Galàril. So please don't sue me for I have no money to give.
Chapter Three
Legolas quickly made his way deeper into the dungeons looking for his friends. He came upon an open door and looking at the dirt outside, he saw that the guards had dragged someone off. Peering inside the cell, Legolas cried out loud and quickly ran inside.
He fell to the ground next to his fallen friend and turned him over. He gasped in shock at the wound that still bleed. Quickly applying pressure to it, he tried to stop the flow of the blood. But the crimson liquid still just pooled around his fingers.
"Galàril, my friend you must hold on until I can get you out of here," Legolas whispered to his friend.
Galàril opened his eyes and looked at Legolas. Legolas could see the pain shimmering in his blue eyes. He could see that they had begun to glaze over, and Legolas knew that soon his friend would pass to the Halls of Mandos.
" Legolas? Is that you my friend," Galàril said.
" It is I. I am so sorry my friend. I tried to get here sooner, but was delayed," Legolas declared.
" Not your fault. I am sorry my friend, but I shall not see our home lands again. I fear..to late.. for me. I," Galàril said stopping mid-sentence as the pain flared once more through his body.
" You will be fine. I shall get you home. But tell me what has happened here, and where is Aragorn?"
Galàril didn't answer and Legolas feared he had already passed and was about to say something, but was cut of my Galàril's soft whisper.
" Dagger.stab.Aragorn."
Legolas looked at his friend in shock, and then let out an cry as he felt his friend go slack under him and pass away.
"Tenna' ento lye omenta. Namaarie" Legolas softly said as he laid his friend to the floor. Knowing he did not have much time he quickly wrapped his friend's body in his clock and lifted him into his arms and quickly left the cell.
He did not want to believe what he had been told and he would not believe it until he got the facts from Aragorn. But as he was leaving he noticed a dagger lying on the ground. Stopping and reaching down to investigate, he gasped in shock.
It was Aragorn's dagger and it was covered in the blood of his now dead friend. Letting out another cry, he quickly left, vowing to avenge his friend's death, no matter what. He just hoped he had to courage to bring the man who did this to the death he deserved. He hoped that he could kill Aragorn when he had to.
**
Aragorn was lead to a new cell and thrown in. He cried out as he landed on his wounds from his beating earlier. He sat up and moved over to the corner and sat there starting at nothing. He could not believe what had just happened. Had he really just killed his friend? He tried to deny it, yet he could see the red blood that still stained his hands.
Finally unable to hold in his pain any longer, he let his head fall into his hands and cried. He could hear the orcs laughing at his loss of control, but he no longer cared. Finally unable to cry he leaned back against the wall, and thought.
So involved in this thinking that he never heard anyone enter his cell until he was roughly lifted from his feet. Letting out a pained cry he look at the person holding him, and found him self starting at the orc leader.
" So you have finally been broken. To bad it took so long to do so. I have grown tired of you. You shall die," he said as he motioned for Aragorn to be taken away.
" I will enjoy eating the meat from your bones tonight human."
Aragorn looked at the orc in horror, but also relief. He knew that now he would have the blessing he had so long for. Death. That was all he looked and waited for. He did not fight, as he was lead out of the cell and to the main courtyard where the killing would take place.
**
Legolas made his way out of the cells and into the near by forest. He had thus far managed to avoid the orcs, but he knew not to push his luck. He was about to head back towards his home and then after he talked to his family decide if he should come back to get Aragorn, when he heard a loud uproar was heard coming from the orc camp.
Turning back he looked and what he saw made his blood run cold. He saw Aragorn being lead toward the center of camp and was pushed to his knees. The orcs surrounded him and began to yell and cry out at the excitement of the kill and feast they where about to enjoy.
Legolas stood still not daring to move. He could feel the battle of emotions raging inside him Should he leave Aragorn to his fate, or should he help? If he helped him, then what? Could he bring him to his home to stand trial or would he act his promise out then and there?
He watched with mixed feelings as the orc leader began to speak.
" Today we shall feast on the flesh of this man, who was stupid enough to think we would let him go. The human who refused to kill his elf friend to save both their lives. Now who wants the pleasure of the kill?"
Another loud uproar went about the camp. Legolas stood in shock at what he had just heard. Aragorn refused to kill Galàril? But how could that be when Galàril had said so, and the dagger that killed his friend was the one that belonged to Aragorn? His mind was telling him to leave before he got caught as well, yet his heart was saying to help him and get his side of the story. As he battled with him self, he looked at Aragorn and found that Aragorn was starting right at him.
Legolas looked into Aragorn face and saw the pain and shame clearly written. He also saw that Aragorn had given up and was waiting for the blow to fall. Legolas watched as the orc leader lifted his sword and handed it to a near by orc and motioned for him to deliver the killing blow.
Aragorn looked at Legolas once last time and mouthed sorry and then closed his eyes. A blood-curdling roar went up as the sword came down and a body hit the ground staining the ground below the body.
Elvish Translations:
Namaarie: Farwell
Tenna' ento lye omenta: Until next we meet