A/N: Sorry 'bout the formatting thingy, the minute I realized that it was a block I changed it so...I hope its better now. Sorry! : P Anywayz, I've been pretty busy lately, been doing more reading than writing, it's nice to get a feel of what other fanfic authors write. I try to learn from them, or maybe just put in a good word when all other reviews are flames. I don't believe in flames, no matter how bad a fic is, there's always something good about it. .~ Anywayz, READ ON!!
Disclaimer: Ditto from chpt. 1.
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"In Flanders Fields" Line 3:
That mark our place; and in the sky,
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'Havo dad Legolas,
this is no time for that.' Gandalf retorted, 'Now sit, and wait while Haldir
and I go up.'
'But-' Figuring it was no use, the blonde Elf sat quietly as his two older
companions left the compartment.
'What w-was THAT?' Ron asked, the shriek they just heard sent chills up his spine. 'W-wh-what made that s-screech? I-It sounded terrible.'
'Y-ye-yes Legolas, what are they?' Hermoine whimpered, she too was terrified.
'They are the Nazgúl,' Legolas muttered, 'Once great kings of men, now they are soulless and wander about looking for their master....' He nodded at his wound. 'It was they who have me this cut....'
He flashed back to his previous battle with the Wraiths...
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The forest in which they traveled was very dense and little sunlight shone through all the thickness of the intertwovened trees. No sound was to be heard except the soft crunch of leaves, and the sweet melodies that rang from the small birds. Whom sat upon the oak trees in which they were surrounded. It was, iavas, autumn in the thick English forest and gentle golden and tangerine colored leaves sat on the ground ever so silently. Often they heard the scurry of a little animal, like a squirrel or rabbit. Or the swoosh from a raven, but no voices were heard but their own.
'Trees, 'tis of Mirkwood do they remind me so.' Legolas sighed, 'I am glad to be in a forest again. Yes I may love the sea, but at times it is only the trees that can replace the empty space that has grown inside of me.'
Haldir turned his head to face the speaker and murmured, 'Yes, it is too true for I, I have missed Lórien much.'
The Prince smiled, 'What of you Gandalf? What is it that you desire most?'
The Maian blinked back from his own realm, 'I desire to see Middle-Earth as I remember it. But I do not dwelve on it, for only sadness will it remind me of.' His face was grim. 'And I do not suggest you think much of it either.'
Haldir thought for a while and nodded, 'Yes Gandalf, I agree.' Haldir obeyed, then changing the subject 'When are we getting to Hogwarts?'
'We shall arrive when the moon be full again... yes, in 3 days.' Gandalf heaved. 'We shall journey on feet until we reach the 'train station' where my friend Cornelius will great us.'
'Train station? What in the name Valar do you speak of Gandalf?' Legolas laughed. Though right after those words trickled from his lips an interference occured. The sounds of hoofs surrounded them; fleeing was out of the question. They stood their ground waiting for the new evil that persued them.
'Názgul!'
The 9 Wraiths encircled and surrounded the Three Companions, and drew their swords. But The Three were also ready for combat. Legolas had his arrows drawn, Haldir too and Gandalf drew his sword as well. They all stood tense, waiting cautiously for someone to make a move. It is said that you always let your enemy attack first, that way you'll be more prepared. Still as stones they stood...tensely, eyeing their foes. A great gush of wind swept past them and it was then that 2 of the Názgul attacked. They lunged from their place in the circle and streaked through the middle upon their horses in an attempt to attack. Easily Legolas let the arrow slip through his fingers and shot one of the wraiths in the side.
'Sot!' The Wraith cried and it jumped off its horse and thrust its sword at Legolas, but he missed. He was using his weaker hand to combat and was losing sorely also because of its poor sense of sight. 'Twas now that Legolas put away his bow and drew his 2 knives. He slashed the Wraith in its middle and it, sensing that it was too injured to fight, scurried away into the deep forest, leaving its horse which in attempt tried to follow his master.
'Legolas help!' Haldir urged. Was when he had been in battle that Legolas did not notice that the other wraiths had all lunged to attack. Gandalf had fend off 3 with his flames, and Haldir, 1 with only his arrows. Now there were 4 left. The sounds of clashing swords was in the air and blurred figures twrilled all around. But it was in this moment of astonishment that left Legolas unattended, and before he could stop it, a swift Morgúl blade came from nowhere and pierced his left shoulder.
'Aaah!' Legolas screamed in pain.
'Legolas!' Haldir shouted. But Legolas had regained his consciousness and was able to use his right hand to fend off the Wraith. He stabbed, but missed. Another attempt, missed again. His movements became slower and the pain began to grow.
'Don't attack.... Don't attack me... I command you!' A mysterious voice called out.
'No! You are wrong!' angered replaced confusion and in the midst of all the fury he made one final stab and the Wraith shrieked in agony, it left the company scampering away noisily. The other 3 were had fled thanks to Gandalf and Haldir. Legolas panted, his breathes became shorter and shorter.
'You have been stabbed by the Morgúl blade... that is not good my Prince.' Haldir sighed, a look of concern shone on his fair Elven face.
'I am an Elf, I shall live I am not sick, this is not a fatal wound. I shall heal, eventually.' Legolas panted.
'No, you can not become ill, but this is a wound. As you said so yourself. This is a poisonous wound, if not treated you will become like the Wraiths. Though you will not pass into the other realm as quickly as mortals do, you will, in many a day.' Gandalf cautioned.
'Yes, I know Gandalf!' A sudden burst of anger filled The Mirkwood Elf. 'But I will heal! When we get to Hogwarts, where lord Elrond is, he will be able to heal me! But until then I suppose I'll have to put up with it.'
Gandalf and Haldir were both taken aback with this abnormal mood swing from the Prince, the blade had done its work well, he was already poisoned.
'I understand, My Prince, but until then you must stay away from the Wraiths. The longer the wound is not treated, the more power they will have over you.' It was Haldir.
'I know!' Legolas retorted irritably, and began to walk in the direction they were headed before the Wraiths came. The cut hurt him much, but he had to go on.....
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Back in the present Legolas seemed to have zoned out for a while. Harry didn't know what to do, he heard screams from the front of the train and was itching to go see what it was. But before he could do anything-
'Harry look!' Ron shouted, Legolas seemed to have come back now and took a look at what Ron was pointing at.
'There in the sky! Can you see it?!'
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A/N: READ!!!(just to get your attention.) Please review, I love feedback from my fellow readers but IF YOU WANT ME TO REVIEW any of your stories, I'll gladly do so. Just say the word... I know it can get frustrated when little or no one reads a story you've worked really hard on!Or...if you just want more review... .~ Cheers! LOL I usually don't say that.... anywayz, more soon, sorry I didn't update 'til so late.
P.S. 'Sot' means like a really bad thing to call someone in french...lol I was too lazy to find an Elvish swear word.
