IF THE LIGHT SHINES ON ME AGAIN
Ok. this is my first story so take it easy on me. Besides, English is not my first language so I'm doing my best to make some sense out of this story. Please review so I can see what I'm doing wrong. Flames will be accepted as healthy critics.
This story takes place many years after the war of he ring, the elves already sailed across the sea. It takes place in Gondor, still under the rule of Elessar and Arwen. The main character will be Legolas. I can assure you this is NOT a Mary Sue, Non Slash. It will feature many surprises, but I will do my best to portray the characters according to the books. However, the appearance of the characters is taken from the movie. I intend to write an epic, so it will be long.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; I'm making no profit out of this. All the characters belong to J.R.R Tolkien. Don't sue me; this is just for you entertainment and mine.
CHAPTER 2
Journey to Gondor
"What do you need?"
Legolas nodded and continued. "Give me 200 men, but not any men, in other words give me all the rangers, that would do"
The rangers. After the war of the ring few of them remained rangers, they became lords of Gondor and the tradition was lost. But since the beginning of this new war, some of the soldiers adopted the old fashions of the rangers. Of course they were the best warriors and Legolas knew that. They were quick, deadly and silent; like a shadow of doom for the enemies of the White City. Perfect for his plan.
Aragorn looked at him, with surprise and amusement in his eyes. "The Rangers?"
"Yes, the new Rangers"
"You have become too adventurous my dear elf, let us go back to Gondor and discuss this further"
"Spare the discussion Aragorn, what we need is preparations, I think the whole army is to come with us to the city, after today's battle we will have a period of peace, we must take the opportunity and take them all back to Gondor."
The determination on Legolas's voice left no opportunity of argument. Aragorn suddenly understood that whatever he said was useless.
"Damn stubborn elf!"
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"Prepare yourselves for a long trip sons of Gondor, we are going back to the White City!".
Legolas's announcement was received with exclamations of surprise and joy from the entire army, as they prepared to journey, their hearts rejoiced at the thought of seeing their families again.
The journey wasn't going to be easy, there were many injured and weak from the battle, but soon enough all the army was packed and ready to leave. The day was dark and gray, the sun didn't show his face for what was left of the day, It was like if the spirit of Manwe warn them of the danger they were in.
They traveled in 4 large columns and a small one leading, each column separated by a considerable distance, the first column, with Legolas and Aragorn upfront, accompanied by the royal guard; their group was composed of 35 men, unlike the rest of the columns that gathered more than 800 men each.
They crossed the dry valley and headed towards the mountains, not knowing of the menace that waited at the narrow crossing. A group of 150 foul men from the south waited there, ready to ambush the first column.
As the royal company reached the crossing a chill crossed Legolas's spine.
"What's wrong Legolas?"
"I can't tell, something is heavy in the air, let us keep moving"
Whatever was controlling the evil forces knew about Legola's sense of approaching danger. If it had sent orcs instead of men he would have sensed it hours ago. But the feeling wasn't clear for him, he knew something wasn't right, but wasn't sure of exactly what it was.
"It's probably nothing; there are still filthy beasts inhabitating this mountains, but I don't think they would attack the army of the white tree"
A loud rumble cut the words of the royal guard. "Avalanche!!, get cover!!!". Startled, the royal guard's horses began running in the opposite direction of the sound, deep into the mountain crossing. Legolas looked up and panicked, that was no avalanche.
Huge rocks fell behind the royal company, isolating them from the rest of the army.
"It's a trap!, come back, stay together!!" .
It was too late for 15 of the men, as they run for coverage they were slain easily. Now, the enemy approached the remaining guard.
"Surround the King! Single column, semi circle formation!" Legolas's orders thundered in the guards ears as a hundred enemies closed in.
20 men, and not even his men. The King. Aragorn must be protected, regardless of the price. All this thoughts raced thru his mind as he aimed the first arrow. "Be ready!"
The attack began. The formation was quickly broken and the guards were scattered fighting on their own, and for their own life. Only ten of them remained true to the king. But this King wasn't about to just stand there, in the blink of an eye Narsil shone in his hand and five foul men were quickly dispatched.
Meanwhile Legolas reached for his quiver and found one last arrow that was instantly shot. Now it was time for the daggers. He dismounted Arodon and charged, starting the massacre. One by one he ripped thru the enemy's throats and hearts. Always aiming for the most vulnerable and deadly parts. He was so concentrated in the battle that he didn't notice the King's predicament.
Aragorn fought bravely, but the few men left by his side were quickly slain by the outnumbering crowd. He was almost alone. The foul men knew their mission all to well. The objective was to kill the King, nothing more.
"LEGOLAS!!!"
Legolas froze at the tone Aragorn's voice; it was a cry of desperation and fear. He turned around and much to his dismay saw at least 15 enemies surrounding the now alone King.
"ARAGORN!!!, NO!!" He started to advance towards Aragorn, leaving a track of dead men as he walked. "HANG ON, I'M ALMOST THERE!!"
"LEGOLAS HELP!!" A terrifying sparkle shone in Legolas's eyes as he continued to advance. "This will not happen, I won't let you die like this". "Orome! Give me the strength to protect him".
He then redoubled his efforts, fighting like never before in his long life.
Finally he reached Aragorn who was already knocked to the ground, but Narsil was still held tightly and with it Aragorn blocked most of the deadly blows sent his way.
Legolas swung his daggers with blinding speed and in moments he cleared a space big enough for Aragorn to stand up again. Now they were together, side by side like in old times.
The battle continued and despite everything the King and Prince already had the advantage, they were winning.
It was then that Legolas noticed Aragorn's condition; he was exhausted, his movements were becoming slower and less accurate. At this rate he wasn't going to hold on much longer.
"I must get him out of here"
Strapping one dagger in his back, he grabbed Aragorn's hand and started walking sideways, their backs to the stonewall of the mountain crossing while still fighting with the remaining dagger.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting you out of here"
"What?"
"Just keep moving"
When they were close to a very narrow part of the passage Legolas whistled, calling Arodon to their side. The horse, who had been waiting for his master command behind a near bush ran to them immediately, knocking some men as he came.
"Get on the horse"
"What? NO"
"Do it Aragorn, NOW"
"NO WAY!!"
Seeing Aragorn resistance to get in the horse, Legolas decided to be more persuasive. He grabbed Aragorn by the waistband of his pants and threw him ungracefully on top of the horse. He then whispered some elvish words to Arodon and slapped him gently in the rump. "Godspeed my friends"
Aragorn, who landed on his stomach and had his arms and legs hanging at the horse's sides, tried desperately to get a better position as the horse raced thru the remaining enemy lines jumping over every obstacle. "DAMMED LEGOLAS, what about you?, What are you going to do?"
Legolas raised his voice while fighting, now with both daggers, "I'll meet you at the wheat fields"
Finally composing himself, Aragorn grabbed the horse's reins and pulled with all his strength, hoping to halt Arodon's mad race. But the horse knew better, Legolas ordered him not to stop until they reached the wheat fields and he wasn't about to disobey.
"STOP CRAZY BEAST!!", but it was useless, Arodon's loyalty for his master was stronger than the pain inflicted by Aragorn's violent pulling. In a matter of minutes they were out of the passage and descending towards the fields.
When they finally reached the fields Arodon stopped and fell to the ground, his body crushing from the previous stress. Aragorn fell forward and landed face first on the dusty ground. Slowly he stood up and looked at the desolated field and his friend's horse, now dead. These fields were once prosperous and were covered with endless golden crops. Now they were mostly abandoned, and a portray of the desolation overtaking Gondor.
Now Gondor's only hope was probably lost forever. With tears running down his cheeks he looked up to the mountains. "Don't you die Legolas" he whispered, and fell to the ground, overloaded with exhaustion, sorrow and despair.
Ok, I survived the second chapter, I hope you liked it. If you did please review, if you think it's crap, flame me, I accept everything.
To the people who already reviewed, dear thanks. To Goddess Morrigan, I'm sorry for not being descriptive enough, I wish I could, but like I explained earlier English is not my first language so I even have to use a dictionary to write this, and sometimes surroundings descriptions get tough to do. Anyhow, I will try my best to improve that aspect.
Next chapter will feature a couple of surprises, and it'll probably be shorter than this one.
Ok. this is my first story so take it easy on me. Besides, English is not my first language so I'm doing my best to make some sense out of this story. Please review so I can see what I'm doing wrong. Flames will be accepted as healthy critics.
This story takes place many years after the war of he ring, the elves already sailed across the sea. It takes place in Gondor, still under the rule of Elessar and Arwen. The main character will be Legolas. I can assure you this is NOT a Mary Sue, Non Slash. It will feature many surprises, but I will do my best to portray the characters according to the books. However, the appearance of the characters is taken from the movie. I intend to write an epic, so it will be long.
Disclaimer: I own nothing; I'm making no profit out of this. All the characters belong to J.R.R Tolkien. Don't sue me; this is just for you entertainment and mine.
CHAPTER 2
Journey to Gondor
"What do you need?"
Legolas nodded and continued. "Give me 200 men, but not any men, in other words give me all the rangers, that would do"
The rangers. After the war of the ring few of them remained rangers, they became lords of Gondor and the tradition was lost. But since the beginning of this new war, some of the soldiers adopted the old fashions of the rangers. Of course they were the best warriors and Legolas knew that. They were quick, deadly and silent; like a shadow of doom for the enemies of the White City. Perfect for his plan.
Aragorn looked at him, with surprise and amusement in his eyes. "The Rangers?"
"Yes, the new Rangers"
"You have become too adventurous my dear elf, let us go back to Gondor and discuss this further"
"Spare the discussion Aragorn, what we need is preparations, I think the whole army is to come with us to the city, after today's battle we will have a period of peace, we must take the opportunity and take them all back to Gondor."
The determination on Legolas's voice left no opportunity of argument. Aragorn suddenly understood that whatever he said was useless.
"Damn stubborn elf!"
………………………………………………………………………………………………………
"Prepare yourselves for a long trip sons of Gondor, we are going back to the White City!".
Legolas's announcement was received with exclamations of surprise and joy from the entire army, as they prepared to journey, their hearts rejoiced at the thought of seeing their families again.
The journey wasn't going to be easy, there were many injured and weak from the battle, but soon enough all the army was packed and ready to leave. The day was dark and gray, the sun didn't show his face for what was left of the day, It was like if the spirit of Manwe warn them of the danger they were in.
They traveled in 4 large columns and a small one leading, each column separated by a considerable distance, the first column, with Legolas and Aragorn upfront, accompanied by the royal guard; their group was composed of 35 men, unlike the rest of the columns that gathered more than 800 men each.
They crossed the dry valley and headed towards the mountains, not knowing of the menace that waited at the narrow crossing. A group of 150 foul men from the south waited there, ready to ambush the first column.
As the royal company reached the crossing a chill crossed Legolas's spine.
"What's wrong Legolas?"
"I can't tell, something is heavy in the air, let us keep moving"
Whatever was controlling the evil forces knew about Legola's sense of approaching danger. If it had sent orcs instead of men he would have sensed it hours ago. But the feeling wasn't clear for him, he knew something wasn't right, but wasn't sure of exactly what it was.
"It's probably nothing; there are still filthy beasts inhabitating this mountains, but I don't think they would attack the army of the white tree"
A loud rumble cut the words of the royal guard. "Avalanche!!, get cover!!!". Startled, the royal guard's horses began running in the opposite direction of the sound, deep into the mountain crossing. Legolas looked up and panicked, that was no avalanche.
Huge rocks fell behind the royal company, isolating them from the rest of the army.
"It's a trap!, come back, stay together!!" .
It was too late for 15 of the men, as they run for coverage they were slain easily. Now, the enemy approached the remaining guard.
"Surround the King! Single column, semi circle formation!" Legolas's orders thundered in the guards ears as a hundred enemies closed in.
20 men, and not even his men. The King. Aragorn must be protected, regardless of the price. All this thoughts raced thru his mind as he aimed the first arrow. "Be ready!"
The attack began. The formation was quickly broken and the guards were scattered fighting on their own, and for their own life. Only ten of them remained true to the king. But this King wasn't about to just stand there, in the blink of an eye Narsil shone in his hand and five foul men were quickly dispatched.
Meanwhile Legolas reached for his quiver and found one last arrow that was instantly shot. Now it was time for the daggers. He dismounted Arodon and charged, starting the massacre. One by one he ripped thru the enemy's throats and hearts. Always aiming for the most vulnerable and deadly parts. He was so concentrated in the battle that he didn't notice the King's predicament.
Aragorn fought bravely, but the few men left by his side were quickly slain by the outnumbering crowd. He was almost alone. The foul men knew their mission all to well. The objective was to kill the King, nothing more.
"LEGOLAS!!!"
Legolas froze at the tone Aragorn's voice; it was a cry of desperation and fear. He turned around and much to his dismay saw at least 15 enemies surrounding the now alone King.
"ARAGORN!!!, NO!!" He started to advance towards Aragorn, leaving a track of dead men as he walked. "HANG ON, I'M ALMOST THERE!!"
"LEGOLAS HELP!!" A terrifying sparkle shone in Legolas's eyes as he continued to advance. "This will not happen, I won't let you die like this". "Orome! Give me the strength to protect him".
He then redoubled his efforts, fighting like never before in his long life.
Finally he reached Aragorn who was already knocked to the ground, but Narsil was still held tightly and with it Aragorn blocked most of the deadly blows sent his way.
Legolas swung his daggers with blinding speed and in moments he cleared a space big enough for Aragorn to stand up again. Now they were together, side by side like in old times.
The battle continued and despite everything the King and Prince already had the advantage, they were winning.
It was then that Legolas noticed Aragorn's condition; he was exhausted, his movements were becoming slower and less accurate. At this rate he wasn't going to hold on much longer.
"I must get him out of here"
Strapping one dagger in his back, he grabbed Aragorn's hand and started walking sideways, their backs to the stonewall of the mountain crossing while still fighting with the remaining dagger.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting you out of here"
"What?"
"Just keep moving"
When they were close to a very narrow part of the passage Legolas whistled, calling Arodon to their side. The horse, who had been waiting for his master command behind a near bush ran to them immediately, knocking some men as he came.
"Get on the horse"
"What? NO"
"Do it Aragorn, NOW"
"NO WAY!!"
Seeing Aragorn resistance to get in the horse, Legolas decided to be more persuasive. He grabbed Aragorn by the waistband of his pants and threw him ungracefully on top of the horse. He then whispered some elvish words to Arodon and slapped him gently in the rump. "Godspeed my friends"
Aragorn, who landed on his stomach and had his arms and legs hanging at the horse's sides, tried desperately to get a better position as the horse raced thru the remaining enemy lines jumping over every obstacle. "DAMMED LEGOLAS, what about you?, What are you going to do?"
Legolas raised his voice while fighting, now with both daggers, "I'll meet you at the wheat fields"
Finally composing himself, Aragorn grabbed the horse's reins and pulled with all his strength, hoping to halt Arodon's mad race. But the horse knew better, Legolas ordered him not to stop until they reached the wheat fields and he wasn't about to disobey.
"STOP CRAZY BEAST!!", but it was useless, Arodon's loyalty for his master was stronger than the pain inflicted by Aragorn's violent pulling. In a matter of minutes they were out of the passage and descending towards the fields.
When they finally reached the fields Arodon stopped and fell to the ground, his body crushing from the previous stress. Aragorn fell forward and landed face first on the dusty ground. Slowly he stood up and looked at the desolated field and his friend's horse, now dead. These fields were once prosperous and were covered with endless golden crops. Now they were mostly abandoned, and a portray of the desolation overtaking Gondor.
Now Gondor's only hope was probably lost forever. With tears running down his cheeks he looked up to the mountains. "Don't you die Legolas" he whispered, and fell to the ground, overloaded with exhaustion, sorrow and despair.
Ok, I survived the second chapter, I hope you liked it. If you did please review, if you think it's crap, flame me, I accept everything.
To the people who already reviewed, dear thanks. To Goddess Morrigan, I'm sorry for not being descriptive enough, I wish I could, but like I explained earlier English is not my first language so I even have to use a dictionary to write this, and sometimes surroundings descriptions get tough to do. Anyhow, I will try my best to improve that aspect.
Next chapter will feature a couple of surprises, and it'll probably be shorter than this one.