Chapter 2
Images in the darkness
Legolas ran through trees, which whispered words of fear, across the crossroads before finally tiring. He slumped at the base of balding oak he could see the deserted lands before him though the thinning tress and the flares form Mount Doom on the horizon. Closing his eyes he forced his heart to slow and his breathing to return to normal but he could not ignore the weight of the Ring around his neck or forget how close it was to becoming lost once more.
Image danced across his wearily eyes. Moria, the dark, lonely tomb once a mine that Gilmi spoke happily of, it would be unlikely that the place would had happy memories for him now. Knowing that Gandalf had fallen into the Shadows there and where Frodo suffered wounds that would never heal. A tear leaked from his eyes, he swore to protect Frodo, yet it was his mistake, which killed him. Goblins attacked them in the mines along with the cave troll; it chased Frodo almost like it knew the halfling carried something of great importance. Legolas guarded the halflings as best as he could as well as looking after himself.
**Flashback**
"Stay close Frodo" Legolas whispered as he watched the troll slowly near them, the only enemy left now. Each of the Fellowship carried a wound of some sort, some worse then others. It was Sam being flung across Legolas' view that distracted him the troll advanced without mercy knocking the elf out of the way and striking the hobbit with a long spear it had stolen.
No was not time to help Frodo as the Fellowship fled for the bridge Khazad-Dûm where Gandalf fell. "Aragorn he is fading" Legolas whispered to the Ranger as the Company journeyed along the road to Lothlórien.
The Ranger only had limited herbs with him the rest were either used or spoiled, supplies in the area were poor.
"We must hurry" The company hurried. Night had fallen and the lands whispered words of encouragements to the company.
"No Frodo! No" It was Legolas.he was crying.
"I am so sorry Sam"
"I will take the Ring to Mordor for you Frodo. I feel I must"
**End of flashback**
He could still here Lady Galadriel ask what had become of Gandalf and Frodo and Celeborn's reply.
Abruptly the image of Frodo pale in his arms faded.
Rain. Darkness everywhere. It was night. He saw Aragorn, Gilmi and Sam standing up high looking downwards. These were the images he had seen in the darkness of his underground prison under Faramir. A great battle men against orcs.
Gilmi was fighting desperately, Sam was trotting helping the wounded missing his master and Aragorn - he was down lying in the mud.
"Estel" escaped the elf's lips.
* * *
Hooves, approaching fast. Legolas sat up straight listening. The tress moaned. Nazgúl as Black Riders were coming!
Legolas had no plan to fight but to run.
The Riders rode with the power of Sauron's will behind them they were gaining on him fast.
Metal scrapped wood as the leader unsheathed his sword; Legolas glanced over his shoulder and ran faster. The blade inches from his body. Pushing the black horses forwards harder the lead Rider swung his sword aiming for the elf's head. Legolas kept cool he had been trained for this. He waited until the right moment. then dived rolling onto the ground as the blade soared over him where his head had just been!
The Riders screeched and trust the blades to the ground hopping to hit flesh. Legolas dodged and ducked the blows until he was struck from behind by the hooves of a horse pushing forwards into the blade of a waiting Rider.
The sword broke the skin of his right shoulder and scrapped the bone of the collarbone.
Falling backwards off the blade end Legolas ducked another blow aimed for his head, which caught the chest of the horse in front. Blood spilled onto the forest floor; the horse neighed and screamed as the elf scrambled between the legs of the frustrated Riders.
In the confusion Legolas never saw the Rider that dismounted and head straight for him, they could smell victory but they never expected the next event. The Rider on foot barged the dazed elf over and out of sight.
Underground down the stairs of Cirith Ungol. He lay half way down in total darkness, eyes firmly shut in unconsciousness as the Riders above screamed - they had lost the Ring once again but someone else was going to find it.
A/N: I know that was a little short but I wrote the whole lot in about two hours. Just had to get it out! R&R please!
Legolas ran through trees, which whispered words of fear, across the crossroads before finally tiring. He slumped at the base of balding oak he could see the deserted lands before him though the thinning tress and the flares form Mount Doom on the horizon. Closing his eyes he forced his heart to slow and his breathing to return to normal but he could not ignore the weight of the Ring around his neck or forget how close it was to becoming lost once more.
Image danced across his wearily eyes. Moria, the dark, lonely tomb once a mine that Gilmi spoke happily of, it would be unlikely that the place would had happy memories for him now. Knowing that Gandalf had fallen into the Shadows there and where Frodo suffered wounds that would never heal. A tear leaked from his eyes, he swore to protect Frodo, yet it was his mistake, which killed him. Goblins attacked them in the mines along with the cave troll; it chased Frodo almost like it knew the halfling carried something of great importance. Legolas guarded the halflings as best as he could as well as looking after himself.
**Flashback**
"Stay close Frodo" Legolas whispered as he watched the troll slowly near them, the only enemy left now. Each of the Fellowship carried a wound of some sort, some worse then others. It was Sam being flung across Legolas' view that distracted him the troll advanced without mercy knocking the elf out of the way and striking the hobbit with a long spear it had stolen.
No was not time to help Frodo as the Fellowship fled for the bridge Khazad-Dûm where Gandalf fell. "Aragorn he is fading" Legolas whispered to the Ranger as the Company journeyed along the road to Lothlórien.
The Ranger only had limited herbs with him the rest were either used or spoiled, supplies in the area were poor.
"We must hurry" The company hurried. Night had fallen and the lands whispered words of encouragements to the company.
"No Frodo! No" It was Legolas.he was crying.
"I am so sorry Sam"
"I will take the Ring to Mordor for you Frodo. I feel I must"
**End of flashback**
He could still here Lady Galadriel ask what had become of Gandalf and Frodo and Celeborn's reply.
Abruptly the image of Frodo pale in his arms faded.
Rain. Darkness everywhere. It was night. He saw Aragorn, Gilmi and Sam standing up high looking downwards. These were the images he had seen in the darkness of his underground prison under Faramir. A great battle men against orcs.
Gilmi was fighting desperately, Sam was trotting helping the wounded missing his master and Aragorn - he was down lying in the mud.
"Estel" escaped the elf's lips.
* * *
Hooves, approaching fast. Legolas sat up straight listening. The tress moaned. Nazgúl as Black Riders were coming!
Legolas had no plan to fight but to run.
The Riders rode with the power of Sauron's will behind them they were gaining on him fast.
Metal scrapped wood as the leader unsheathed his sword; Legolas glanced over his shoulder and ran faster. The blade inches from his body. Pushing the black horses forwards harder the lead Rider swung his sword aiming for the elf's head. Legolas kept cool he had been trained for this. He waited until the right moment. then dived rolling onto the ground as the blade soared over him where his head had just been!
The Riders screeched and trust the blades to the ground hopping to hit flesh. Legolas dodged and ducked the blows until he was struck from behind by the hooves of a horse pushing forwards into the blade of a waiting Rider.
The sword broke the skin of his right shoulder and scrapped the bone of the collarbone.
Falling backwards off the blade end Legolas ducked another blow aimed for his head, which caught the chest of the horse in front. Blood spilled onto the forest floor; the horse neighed and screamed as the elf scrambled between the legs of the frustrated Riders.
In the confusion Legolas never saw the Rider that dismounted and head straight for him, they could smell victory but they never expected the next event. The Rider on foot barged the dazed elf over and out of sight.
Underground down the stairs of Cirith Ungol. He lay half way down in total darkness, eyes firmly shut in unconsciousness as the Riders above screamed - they had lost the Ring once again but someone else was going to find it.
A/N: I know that was a little short but I wrote the whole lot in about two hours. Just had to get it out! R&R please!