Aftermath: Chapter Two
Wow! Thanks everyone. I was totally overwhelmed by all the reviews I got, and so quickly. *sniff*
--o4o86: Here's the next part, don't worry. ;)
--Empress Carcilwen Greenleaf: Cheese? Ack! I don't like cheese! Here's the next installment, so please, have pity on me! ;)
I saw TTT two more times. Haldir's death is sadder the second time around. *sniff* But it's not as sad the third. But the third time I was all in black. My mom asked me "are you in mourning?" And I replied, "Yes, i'm mourning Haldir's death."
--Lady Arwen Greenleaf: Arwen Greenleaf? Intersting...
Yeah, I decided the fic would be better with Haldir. He so shouldn't have died...by all rights, he shouldn't even have been there!
--Musicgrl-1989: Don't have a heart attack. Here's the next part. ;)
--Beezer: See what I wrote for musicgrl. ;)
--Iverin: Yes, it is fun seeing good, cute guys get hurt. ;) It's kinda like a character in a t.v show I watch called Andromeda. There's this guy, Harper, who's fun to hurt. It's the only kind of Andromeda fics that I like. And from now on, i'm only writing Legolas LOTR fics. :)
--Ryne Elvenphoenix: A lot of people are mad about Haldir. I mean, first of all, it's Haldir. He's super cool. And second of all, he's an ELF! We shouldn't bear the pain of seeing such fair creatures die. *sniff* Well, we saw a few elves fall over the wall, but I meant actually seeing him die! And it was a main character, more or less.
Curse you Peter Jackson! grr...
Bow to my greatness? *blush* Am I really that good? I mean, I knew I had some talents...in grade two I won a first place writing award. I think it was the grades one, two, and three. I forget. Anyway...thanks. *blush*
Lady V: My dad bought me The Hobbit for Christmas. I'll be reading it, don't worry. ;) Actually I already started.
No, Thranduil will not be an abusive father. I just can't stand fics like that. I'm very hard to please when it comes to fics. So, any author of a fic that I like should be honored and inspired to write more *ahem**ahem*. ;)
--JDFielding: Thanks. :)
--LanierShazar: Yes, here's more.
Elrenia: Interesting? Never heard it put like that. Glad to see it's unpredictable.
--katie: Thanks! :)
--Emmithar: Thanks for the link. I checked it out. Very interesting. I'll be looking more at it later. And i'm glad you like my fic!
Author's Note: I saw TTT twice since the first chapter! Once in english and once in french. (I live in a french-speaking province, but english is my first language. And a friend of mine invited me to see it with him but in french 'cause he doesn't speak english).
And I noticed Legolas' eyes are a bright blue in TTT. But in FOTR, they're dark green/brown. Interesting, No?
Another Author's Note: Just to let you guys know I have another idea for a LOTR fic, but I won't be starting it until i'm done this one. And I don't know how long this one will be, so...
For all other notes: See chapter one.
Chapter Two: Arrivals
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, what a lovely surprise," Theoden welcomed. He was truly distraught by all the elves who had a sudden desire to ride to Helm's Deep. And he heard elves from Mirkwood were coming, too.
For Theoden, this has been one long day.
"You wonder why we are here." Galadriel said, more of a statement than a question.
"Not that I mind, but--yes, i was wondering."
"We had a call, as you might say," Celeborn answered. "We knew something has transpired here, and alas, something has."
"May we see Prince Legolas?" Galadriel asked calmly.
"Yes, milady, of course." Theoden showed them in.
Elrond, Galadriel, and Celeborn were all studying Legolas. Aragorn, Gimli, and Haldir watched them. Galadriel and Elrond were talking in whispers, as was Celeborn.
"The three greatest elves have joined us to help Legolas. It cannot be a coincidence," Haldir told Aragorn and Gimli.
"Elven mischief. I dare try to understand it," Gimli growled.
"Do not underestimate the power of the elves, master dwarf," Aragorn replied. "They are filled with so much wonder . . ."
"And when Legolas' father will join us, we will be able to fight what ails him," Haldir said. "Think. The four most important elves of the age will all be gathered here, at Helm's Deep, to help one simple elf? It must be more than that. A lot more."
"Do not forget, one of the elves is a blood-relative to Legolas. Legolas is a unique elf, although not unlike the others. I fear that whatever is ailing Legolas, is a threat for the elves. It must have been that that called everyone here," Aragorn said.
"Interesting theory, Aragorn," Haldir said. "But I don't think it's quite like that."
"Me neither," a voice said behind him.
"Lord Thranduil," Elrond greeted.
"Lord Elrond. It's been too long."
"No, it's only been 500 years. Not long at all."
Thranduil laughed at Elrond's humor. "Always the funny one. Now, what about my son?"
"He fell into one of the caves at the back. We can tend to his wounds, but he appears to be ill."
Thranduil frowned. "Ill? How? That's practically impossible. I need answers!" he exclaimed.
Aragorn put a hand on Thranduil's shoulder. "We do not yet know. But I promise you, we will find out. And we'll do everything we can to save Legolas, or at least prolong his life until we find a cure."
"Thank you Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I can now see why Legolas considered you a good friend."
"*Ahem*" Gimli cleared his throat.
"What do we have here?" Thranduil asked.
"This is Gimli, son of Gloin. He is a friend of Legolas." Aragorn replied.
"A dwarf the friend of an elf? Highly unlikely friendship."
"Yet a friendship nevertheless," Gimli said.
Thranduil smiled slightly.
********************
It was the middle of the night. Elrond finally took a break and was asleep. Theoden was talking with Eomer, just in case Saruman did indeed attack again. Even though all of Isengard was emptied, they wanted to make sure. (They did not, however, know that Pippin had manipulated Treebeard to war on Isengard, and that they were currently winning).
Aragorn woke up with a start. He didn't know why he woke up, he just did. He went in the chamber where Legolas was.
Upon arrival, he was surprised to see Thranduil and Gimli there as well. As he entered, Gimli looked up.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one who thought it would be best to come here."
"Nor I," Thranduil agreed.
"What is happening?" Aragorn asked, concerned.
"He's having nightmares," Thranduil replied, laying a hand softly on his sons forehead.
"Gimli, go get Lord Elrond," Aragorn said. Gimli left.
Aragorn put his hand on Legolas' chest, feeling the beating of his heart. He almost jumped when the prince moaned.
"Legolas?" Thranduil and Aragorn asked at the same time.
Legolas' eyes snapped open, and they got used to the dark. "A-Aragorn? Father?" He asked, hardly daring to believe it.
Just then, Elrond and Gandalf came in. Gandalf lit up the candles by a wave of his hand. Elrond bent over Legolas.
"Legolas, are you alright?"
"I-I think so," Legolas replied. "Wha-what happened? Where am I?"
"You fell. We were able to tend to your wounds, but you're getting sick. You're still at Helm's Deep."
"Sick? But how can I be sick? Father, why am I sick?" Legolas asked, almost playfully, like a young boy.
Thranduil gave a hearty laugh. "Just the Legolas I remember, always the curious one. We do not yet know, but we are trying to find out."
"Oh," Legolas said, a bit disappointed.
"Legolas," Elrond said, "I think you were somehow poisoned."
"Poisoned? How can that be?" He asked, seriously this time.
Elrond started answering, but Legolas didn't hear his voice. A sudden hush came around him. He ried to talk, but he couldn't. Either some evil stopped him from talking, or he couldn't hear his own voice. He gasped for breath. He closed his eyes.
~~~*~~~
"Legolas?" Aragorn said. He suddenly noticed the panicky look on Legolas' face, before he went unconcious again. "Legolas?"
Elrond felt his forehead. "His fever is burning again. I know what this is. It's a type of poison commonly made by orcs. Xzethugl."
"Will he be alright?" Gimli asked.
Elrond didn't answer him. He kept looking Legolas over. He tried to find where the poison entered his body, but he couldn't.
Aragorn saw the worry on Elrond's face. He asked a question that was once asked to him by another one of his companions. "Is he going to die?" he asked softly.
Elrond didn't answer right away. Then he turned to Aragorn and answered with one word:
"Yes."
So Elrond, Galadriel, Celeborn, and Gandalf were hovering around Legolas. Thranduil, Theoden, Aragorn, Eowyn and Gimli were hovering around the doorway, trying to see what they were doing. Elrond said to them, "you people should get some rest. We'll call you in a few hours."
So they left. Gimli and Eowyn went to sleep. Aragorn went to his room, but he didn't sleep. Thranduil was outside, looking at the sun rise from the highest point on the wall. Theoden walked over to him.
"You should get some rest, Lord Thranduil. We will wake you up if anything happens."
Thranduil shook his head. "Nay, I cannot. I'm too worried."
Theoden put his hand on Thranduil's shoulder. "I understand. I had lost my son."
"I'm sorry."
"If . . . if Legolas does die, I will understand. I know how it feels to lose a son, and it's a tragedy no one should go through."
"'Tis not a tragedy I should go through," Thranduil said angrily. "Look at me! I'm an elf! Legolas is an elf! Elves aren't supposed to die, much less their own son!"
Theoden reflected on those words. "You're right. Then if Legolas dies, I will not understand. For I do not know what it is like to be an elf." And he left Thranduil with his troubled thoughts.
TBC
Wow! Thanks everyone. I was totally overwhelmed by all the reviews I got, and so quickly. *sniff*
--o4o86: Here's the next part, don't worry. ;)
--Empress Carcilwen Greenleaf: Cheese? Ack! I don't like cheese! Here's the next installment, so please, have pity on me! ;)
I saw TTT two more times. Haldir's death is sadder the second time around. *sniff* But it's not as sad the third. But the third time I was all in black. My mom asked me "are you in mourning?" And I replied, "Yes, i'm mourning Haldir's death."
--Lady Arwen Greenleaf: Arwen Greenleaf? Intersting...
Yeah, I decided the fic would be better with Haldir. He so shouldn't have died...by all rights, he shouldn't even have been there!
--Musicgrl-1989: Don't have a heart attack. Here's the next part. ;)
--Beezer: See what I wrote for musicgrl. ;)
--Iverin: Yes, it is fun seeing good, cute guys get hurt. ;) It's kinda like a character in a t.v show I watch called Andromeda. There's this guy, Harper, who's fun to hurt. It's the only kind of Andromeda fics that I like. And from now on, i'm only writing Legolas LOTR fics. :)
--Ryne Elvenphoenix: A lot of people are mad about Haldir. I mean, first of all, it's Haldir. He's super cool. And second of all, he's an ELF! We shouldn't bear the pain of seeing such fair creatures die. *sniff* Well, we saw a few elves fall over the wall, but I meant actually seeing him die! And it was a main character, more or less.
Curse you Peter Jackson! grr...
Bow to my greatness? *blush* Am I really that good? I mean, I knew I had some talents...in grade two I won a first place writing award. I think it was the grades one, two, and three. I forget. Anyway...thanks. *blush*
Lady V: My dad bought me The Hobbit for Christmas. I'll be reading it, don't worry. ;) Actually I already started.
No, Thranduil will not be an abusive father. I just can't stand fics like that. I'm very hard to please when it comes to fics. So, any author of a fic that I like should be honored and inspired to write more *ahem**ahem*. ;)
--JDFielding: Thanks. :)
--LanierShazar: Yes, here's more.
Elrenia: Interesting? Never heard it put like that. Glad to see it's unpredictable.
--katie: Thanks! :)
--Emmithar: Thanks for the link. I checked it out. Very interesting. I'll be looking more at it later. And i'm glad you like my fic!
Author's Note: I saw TTT twice since the first chapter! Once in english and once in french. (I live in a french-speaking province, but english is my first language. And a friend of mine invited me to see it with him but in french 'cause he doesn't speak english).
And I noticed Legolas' eyes are a bright blue in TTT. But in FOTR, they're dark green/brown. Interesting, No?
Another Author's Note: Just to let you guys know I have another idea for a LOTR fic, but I won't be starting it until i'm done this one. And I don't know how long this one will be, so...
For all other notes: See chapter one.
Chapter Two: Arrivals
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Lady Galadriel, Lord Celeborn, what a lovely surprise," Theoden welcomed. He was truly distraught by all the elves who had a sudden desire to ride to Helm's Deep. And he heard elves from Mirkwood were coming, too.
For Theoden, this has been one long day.
"You wonder why we are here." Galadriel said, more of a statement than a question.
"Not that I mind, but--yes, i was wondering."
"We had a call, as you might say," Celeborn answered. "We knew something has transpired here, and alas, something has."
"May we see Prince Legolas?" Galadriel asked calmly.
"Yes, milady, of course." Theoden showed them in.
Elrond, Galadriel, and Celeborn were all studying Legolas. Aragorn, Gimli, and Haldir watched them. Galadriel and Elrond were talking in whispers, as was Celeborn.
"The three greatest elves have joined us to help Legolas. It cannot be a coincidence," Haldir told Aragorn and Gimli.
"Elven mischief. I dare try to understand it," Gimli growled.
"Do not underestimate the power of the elves, master dwarf," Aragorn replied. "They are filled with so much wonder . . ."
"And when Legolas' father will join us, we will be able to fight what ails him," Haldir said. "Think. The four most important elves of the age will all be gathered here, at Helm's Deep, to help one simple elf? It must be more than that. A lot more."
"Do not forget, one of the elves is a blood-relative to Legolas. Legolas is a unique elf, although not unlike the others. I fear that whatever is ailing Legolas, is a threat for the elves. It must have been that that called everyone here," Aragorn said.
"Interesting theory, Aragorn," Haldir said. "But I don't think it's quite like that."
"Me neither," a voice said behind him.
"Lord Thranduil," Elrond greeted.
"Lord Elrond. It's been too long."
"No, it's only been 500 years. Not long at all."
Thranduil laughed at Elrond's humor. "Always the funny one. Now, what about my son?"
"He fell into one of the caves at the back. We can tend to his wounds, but he appears to be ill."
Thranduil frowned. "Ill? How? That's practically impossible. I need answers!" he exclaimed.
Aragorn put a hand on Thranduil's shoulder. "We do not yet know. But I promise you, we will find out. And we'll do everything we can to save Legolas, or at least prolong his life until we find a cure."
"Thank you Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I can now see why Legolas considered you a good friend."
"*Ahem*" Gimli cleared his throat.
"What do we have here?" Thranduil asked.
"This is Gimli, son of Gloin. He is a friend of Legolas." Aragorn replied.
"A dwarf the friend of an elf? Highly unlikely friendship."
"Yet a friendship nevertheless," Gimli said.
Thranduil smiled slightly.
********************
It was the middle of the night. Elrond finally took a break and was asleep. Theoden was talking with Eomer, just in case Saruman did indeed attack again. Even though all of Isengard was emptied, they wanted to make sure. (They did not, however, know that Pippin had manipulated Treebeard to war on Isengard, and that they were currently winning).
Aragorn woke up with a start. He didn't know why he woke up, he just did. He went in the chamber where Legolas was.
Upon arrival, he was surprised to see Thranduil and Gimli there as well. As he entered, Gimli looked up.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one who thought it would be best to come here."
"Nor I," Thranduil agreed.
"What is happening?" Aragorn asked, concerned.
"He's having nightmares," Thranduil replied, laying a hand softly on his sons forehead.
"Gimli, go get Lord Elrond," Aragorn said. Gimli left.
Aragorn put his hand on Legolas' chest, feeling the beating of his heart. He almost jumped when the prince moaned.
"Legolas?" Thranduil and Aragorn asked at the same time.
Legolas' eyes snapped open, and they got used to the dark. "A-Aragorn? Father?" He asked, hardly daring to believe it.
Just then, Elrond and Gandalf came in. Gandalf lit up the candles by a wave of his hand. Elrond bent over Legolas.
"Legolas, are you alright?"
"I-I think so," Legolas replied. "Wha-what happened? Where am I?"
"You fell. We were able to tend to your wounds, but you're getting sick. You're still at Helm's Deep."
"Sick? But how can I be sick? Father, why am I sick?" Legolas asked, almost playfully, like a young boy.
Thranduil gave a hearty laugh. "Just the Legolas I remember, always the curious one. We do not yet know, but we are trying to find out."
"Oh," Legolas said, a bit disappointed.
"Legolas," Elrond said, "I think you were somehow poisoned."
"Poisoned? How can that be?" He asked, seriously this time.
Elrond started answering, but Legolas didn't hear his voice. A sudden hush came around him. He ried to talk, but he couldn't. Either some evil stopped him from talking, or he couldn't hear his own voice. He gasped for breath. He closed his eyes.
~~~*~~~
"Legolas?" Aragorn said. He suddenly noticed the panicky look on Legolas' face, before he went unconcious again. "Legolas?"
Elrond felt his forehead. "His fever is burning again. I know what this is. It's a type of poison commonly made by orcs. Xzethugl."
"Will he be alright?" Gimli asked.
Elrond didn't answer him. He kept looking Legolas over. He tried to find where the poison entered his body, but he couldn't.
Aragorn saw the worry on Elrond's face. He asked a question that was once asked to him by another one of his companions. "Is he going to die?" he asked softly.
Elrond didn't answer right away. Then he turned to Aragorn and answered with one word:
"Yes."
So Elrond, Galadriel, Celeborn, and Gandalf were hovering around Legolas. Thranduil, Theoden, Aragorn, Eowyn and Gimli were hovering around the doorway, trying to see what they were doing. Elrond said to them, "you people should get some rest. We'll call you in a few hours."
So they left. Gimli and Eowyn went to sleep. Aragorn went to his room, but he didn't sleep. Thranduil was outside, looking at the sun rise from the highest point on the wall. Theoden walked over to him.
"You should get some rest, Lord Thranduil. We will wake you up if anything happens."
Thranduil shook his head. "Nay, I cannot. I'm too worried."
Theoden put his hand on Thranduil's shoulder. "I understand. I had lost my son."
"I'm sorry."
"If . . . if Legolas does die, I will understand. I know how it feels to lose a son, and it's a tragedy no one should go through."
"'Tis not a tragedy I should go through," Thranduil said angrily. "Look at me! I'm an elf! Legolas is an elf! Elves aren't supposed to die, much less their own son!"
Theoden reflected on those words. "You're right. Then if Legolas dies, I will not understand. For I do not know what it is like to be an elf." And he left Thranduil with his troubled thoughts.
TBC
