Chapter 6
Fighting the darkness
Blanking out the pain form every limb and wound Legolas began to gather himself
"Fight Legolas"
"I will fight for you father, fight for you Mirthrandir, fight for you Estel" Pulling himself upwards Legolas began tearing strips from his tunic to bind his bleeding wrists. Wrapping the once beautiful cloth below the cuts he pulled the knots tight with his teeth, first on his right then left wrist. The blood still flowed so he pulled the knots tighter with his teeth. His fingers bent in reaction, the tips feeling tingly - but it would have to be that way unless he wanted to die of blood loss. He could not anything to his half missing ear or other wounds like the whiplashes to his back for they were out of his reach. Swooping to pick up one of his elven knives he stared at his gnawed fingers feeling nothing he dropped the blade twice before he forced his fingers to grasp the hilt. Carefully he pulled himself onto his knees and began to rise up to his feet. His body was physically burning with pain, from his half ear, shoulder, hands, hips down to his feet.
There was something in his left boot.
Of course - The Ring!
Sliding his numbing fingers in between his ankle and shoe he pulled out the chain, feeling the power of the Ring travel up the chain and into his fingers. It was heavy; it wanted to be in the hands of its master not in the elven hands of Legolas. Despite the weight he felt the power and desire to rule travel along the tired muscles and bones of his body feeling his with new strength.
He would not fail - he would fight.
The Ring now safety around his neck and with his new found strength Legolas gathered together several of the elven items the orcs had discarded, he found both knives he bow lay broken underground somewhere - completely useless to him now and any orcish bow would not be sufficient for him. The pain of his wounds continued to ebb away as he slipped out of the room that served as a cell for him and descended the steep long stone staircase. His hand slide down the winding walls for extra support in case he was to fall for each step his knees shook.
Outside, the land stood barer then he could ever expect. No orc was in sight and the Nazgúl were abroad plaguing the Men of Gondor and Rohan he thought. His gracefulness and stealth had been affected but his wounds, but his heart was just as open to fear as it had been. The Watcher over the gate Barad-dûr stood over him, elf shrank back fearing the precise of the creature, fear slipped into his heart like he had fallen into an icy pool. He had no light to save him for Gollum had smashed the glass and Estel was far away. He could not budge from his hiding place, not even the strength to the Ring would persuade him to move. But he knew it - they would find him, the Eye always watching.
Setting the shaken Aragorn down Gandalf approached the Black Gates, his White robes shinning brightly against the gates. Behind the pair came the rumbling of hooves - the Captains of Gondor had arrived. Trumpets blew in the cold dark air and the voices called out over the shadows that fell over more then just the ground: "Come forth! Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Justice shall be done upon him. For wrongfully he has made war upon Gondor and wrested its lands. Therefore the King or Gondor demands that he should atone for his evils and depart then forever. Come forth".
Aragorn stood beside Shadowfax finding his feet, the nausea had left him, though he could not voucher why he was not ridding his own horse Roheryn where he could remember last being. He had no time to think as the Black Gate ahead of them flew open by an unseen force, they banged loudly against the walls which rang in the ears of the Captains. And out of the open gates came rode an evil shape riding upon what appeared to be a half rotting creature wearing a frightful mask. The rider robed in black, but the Ranger could tell this was no Ringwraith but a living man - the Lieutenant of the Tower of Barad-dûr. "I am the Mouth of Sauron" he said riding slowly towards the company. Halting paces from the company he studied them and laughed out loud, sensing over evil beings join behind him, and blocking the entrance into the fortress.
"It needs more to make a king than a prince of elvish glass, or a rabble such as this" he mocked Aragorn.
Gandalf rode forward, his robes covered. The rider looked straight in the eye of the wizard. "So! Then thou art the spokesman, old man?"
Gandalf did not return any speech but held the eye of the rider.
"I have tokens that I was bidden to show to thee" The Messenger spoke reviling a black bundle.
One by one he dropped each item to the floor: and torn cloak of Lothlórien bearing a dark patch that looked like blood, complete with the leaf broche though now slightly bent, two splinted and broken yellow feathered headed arrows, crumpled quiver and bow all bearing an elven mark.
The Captains behind Gandalf, Aragorn and Pippin looked confused at the items whilst the forward men fought hard to hide the pain on each of their faces. Aragorn clenched his fists - he had felt his friend in pain yet here he stood still unable to save him.
Though it seemed that the Messenger had seen through their masks: "He was dear to you, I see. Or else his errand was one that you did not wish to fail? It has. And now he shall endure the slow torment of years, as long and slow as our arts in the Great Tower can contrive, and never be released, unless maybe when he is changed and broken, so that he may come to you, and you shall see what you have done. This shall surely be unless you accept my Lord's terms"
"Name the terms" Gandalf spoke and Pippin was sure he saw a change take over the wizard as he appeared as an old and wizened man, crushed, defeated at last. "These are the terms" the Messenger continued eyeing each man, pausing at the prescience of the sons of Elrond and of Gilmi. "The rabble of Gondor and its allies shall withdraw at once beyond the Auduin, first taking oaths never again to assail Sauron the Great in arms, open or secret. All lands east of Auduin shall be Sauron's forever, solely his. The Gap of Rohan shall be a tributary to Mordor, and men there shall bear no weapons, but shall have leave to govern their own affairs. But shall help to rebuild Isnegard which they have wantonly destroyed -"
"You mean by the Ents" Pippin whispered under his breath, beside him Aragorn elbowed him into silence.
The Messenger stopped, looking down at the hobbit who stated back, his fear disappearing as he maintained the eye of the black Messenger. His horse snorted and shifted its weight and the rider broke eye contact and continued to speak.
"And that shall be Sauron's and there his lieutenant shall dwell: not Saruman, but one more worthy of trust."
"This is much to demand for the delivery of on servant: that you Master should receive in exchange what he must else fight many a war to gain! Or has the field of Gondor destroyed his hope in war, so that he falls to haggling? And if indeed we rated this prisoner so high, what surety have we that Sauron, the Base Master of Treachery, will keep his part? Where is this prisoner? Let him be brought forth and yielded to us and then we will consider these demands"
Aragorn glanced worriedly towards the wizard, but the wizard watched the Messenger intently.
"Do no bandy words in your insolence with the Mouth of Sauron!" The Messenger cried. "Surety you carve, Sauron gives none. If you sue for his clemency you must first do his bidding. These are his terms. Take them or leave them!"
Gandalf's answer came quickly, swiftly and painfully for the Messenger. He pulled back his robes the white beneath piercing the darkness like a sword stabbing into a wound. "Be gone" Gandalf's voice rose like thunder. The Messenger flew upon his steed fear had hit him for the Captains had fire blazing in their eyes. As he and his soldiers fled the air was filled with the horns of the Captains as they flooding through the gates into the waiting jaws of the host.
In the grounds of Barad-dûr the sounds of trumpets, horns and battle reached Legolas' elven ears. He felt his heart become lighter for the Captains of Gondor plus Aragorn battled upon Mordor soil. Hope filled his heart after its absence after many days his courage return and he was able to steep over the threshold of the gates on his long journey towards the Mountain of fire. Though slightly unbalanced he ran steadily towards the mountain until he felt utterly exhausted and would could not walk on more step.
Upon the battlefield the four types of kin, man, elf, dwarf and hobbit fought courageously against the host a mixture of evil orcs and hill- trolls. Pippin fought with all the honour any solider would be expected despite being by far the smallest fighter on the field. Swords flashed in the dim light, each blades tip bloodstained. Aragorn glanced around the battlefield it seemed that the host had the upper hand, arrows flew overhead form both directions, and the Nazgúl swept overheard crying sounds of death. But it was another cry that filled the Captains hearts with hope and made Pippin cry with joy. The Nazgúl fled - the Eagles had arrived.
Upon the base of Mount Doom Legolas stood looking up trying to find the best way up. Slowly he began to climb, the Ring protesting every step. The air though thinning was still filled with the sounds of battle in the distance it was the sound that he now feed upon feeling utterly emptied of all other feelings and energy the hope that he would once again be able to return to a normal life that was not filled with disappointment, sadness and pain. His fingers constantly slipped in the lose stones, not being able to feel anything. He found himself climbing very ungracefully up the mountain half crawling. The left side of his face glistened with blood, it caked his cheek and neck, and dried lines of blood rolled form each wrist to fingertip, leaving behind him a trail of blood droplets. He did not wish to even look at the wound upon his shoulder, for he knew from the mists that now invaded his vision that his elven immune system was failing. Any mortal stabbed by a blade of Mordor would turn into a Wraith for Frodo had told him that nearly happened to him if it had not been for the powers of Lord Elrond. Only now Legolas found himself many, many miles away from Rivendell and he did not expect the Men of Rohan to have any knowledge of Elven medicine.
His footing slipped beneath him and his hands unable to grasp anything he slide down the mountainside several feet before he forced his numb hands to work.
"Silly elf fell down, again"
Legolas lay still and silent.
He had been found - by Gollum
A/N: I know that this is not very accurate - it keeps changing as I write so just bear with me! And yes I know some of the chapter are kinda short. For the ending is near!
Rosie
: )
Anything you want to say email me: rosemarybaker89@hotmail.com
Blanking out the pain form every limb and wound Legolas began to gather himself
"Fight Legolas"
"I will fight for you father, fight for you Mirthrandir, fight for you Estel" Pulling himself upwards Legolas began tearing strips from his tunic to bind his bleeding wrists. Wrapping the once beautiful cloth below the cuts he pulled the knots tight with his teeth, first on his right then left wrist. The blood still flowed so he pulled the knots tighter with his teeth. His fingers bent in reaction, the tips feeling tingly - but it would have to be that way unless he wanted to die of blood loss. He could not anything to his half missing ear or other wounds like the whiplashes to his back for they were out of his reach. Swooping to pick up one of his elven knives he stared at his gnawed fingers feeling nothing he dropped the blade twice before he forced his fingers to grasp the hilt. Carefully he pulled himself onto his knees and began to rise up to his feet. His body was physically burning with pain, from his half ear, shoulder, hands, hips down to his feet.
There was something in his left boot.
Of course - The Ring!
Sliding his numbing fingers in between his ankle and shoe he pulled out the chain, feeling the power of the Ring travel up the chain and into his fingers. It was heavy; it wanted to be in the hands of its master not in the elven hands of Legolas. Despite the weight he felt the power and desire to rule travel along the tired muscles and bones of his body feeling his with new strength.
He would not fail - he would fight.
The Ring now safety around his neck and with his new found strength Legolas gathered together several of the elven items the orcs had discarded, he found both knives he bow lay broken underground somewhere - completely useless to him now and any orcish bow would not be sufficient for him. The pain of his wounds continued to ebb away as he slipped out of the room that served as a cell for him and descended the steep long stone staircase. His hand slide down the winding walls for extra support in case he was to fall for each step his knees shook.
Outside, the land stood barer then he could ever expect. No orc was in sight and the Nazgúl were abroad plaguing the Men of Gondor and Rohan he thought. His gracefulness and stealth had been affected but his wounds, but his heart was just as open to fear as it had been. The Watcher over the gate Barad-dûr stood over him, elf shrank back fearing the precise of the creature, fear slipped into his heart like he had fallen into an icy pool. He had no light to save him for Gollum had smashed the glass and Estel was far away. He could not budge from his hiding place, not even the strength to the Ring would persuade him to move. But he knew it - they would find him, the Eye always watching.
Setting the shaken Aragorn down Gandalf approached the Black Gates, his White robes shinning brightly against the gates. Behind the pair came the rumbling of hooves - the Captains of Gondor had arrived. Trumpets blew in the cold dark air and the voices called out over the shadows that fell over more then just the ground: "Come forth! Let the Lord of the Black Land come forth! Justice shall be done upon him. For wrongfully he has made war upon Gondor and wrested its lands. Therefore the King or Gondor demands that he should atone for his evils and depart then forever. Come forth".
Aragorn stood beside Shadowfax finding his feet, the nausea had left him, though he could not voucher why he was not ridding his own horse Roheryn where he could remember last being. He had no time to think as the Black Gate ahead of them flew open by an unseen force, they banged loudly against the walls which rang in the ears of the Captains. And out of the open gates came rode an evil shape riding upon what appeared to be a half rotting creature wearing a frightful mask. The rider robed in black, but the Ranger could tell this was no Ringwraith but a living man - the Lieutenant of the Tower of Barad-dûr. "I am the Mouth of Sauron" he said riding slowly towards the company. Halting paces from the company he studied them and laughed out loud, sensing over evil beings join behind him, and blocking the entrance into the fortress.
"It needs more to make a king than a prince of elvish glass, or a rabble such as this" he mocked Aragorn.
Gandalf rode forward, his robes covered. The rider looked straight in the eye of the wizard. "So! Then thou art the spokesman, old man?"
Gandalf did not return any speech but held the eye of the rider.
"I have tokens that I was bidden to show to thee" The Messenger spoke reviling a black bundle.
One by one he dropped each item to the floor: and torn cloak of Lothlórien bearing a dark patch that looked like blood, complete with the leaf broche though now slightly bent, two splinted and broken yellow feathered headed arrows, crumpled quiver and bow all bearing an elven mark.
The Captains behind Gandalf, Aragorn and Pippin looked confused at the items whilst the forward men fought hard to hide the pain on each of their faces. Aragorn clenched his fists - he had felt his friend in pain yet here he stood still unable to save him.
Though it seemed that the Messenger had seen through their masks: "He was dear to you, I see. Or else his errand was one that you did not wish to fail? It has. And now he shall endure the slow torment of years, as long and slow as our arts in the Great Tower can contrive, and never be released, unless maybe when he is changed and broken, so that he may come to you, and you shall see what you have done. This shall surely be unless you accept my Lord's terms"
"Name the terms" Gandalf spoke and Pippin was sure he saw a change take over the wizard as he appeared as an old and wizened man, crushed, defeated at last. "These are the terms" the Messenger continued eyeing each man, pausing at the prescience of the sons of Elrond and of Gilmi. "The rabble of Gondor and its allies shall withdraw at once beyond the Auduin, first taking oaths never again to assail Sauron the Great in arms, open or secret. All lands east of Auduin shall be Sauron's forever, solely his. The Gap of Rohan shall be a tributary to Mordor, and men there shall bear no weapons, but shall have leave to govern their own affairs. But shall help to rebuild Isnegard which they have wantonly destroyed -"
"You mean by the Ents" Pippin whispered under his breath, beside him Aragorn elbowed him into silence.
The Messenger stopped, looking down at the hobbit who stated back, his fear disappearing as he maintained the eye of the black Messenger. His horse snorted and shifted its weight and the rider broke eye contact and continued to speak.
"And that shall be Sauron's and there his lieutenant shall dwell: not Saruman, but one more worthy of trust."
"This is much to demand for the delivery of on servant: that you Master should receive in exchange what he must else fight many a war to gain! Or has the field of Gondor destroyed his hope in war, so that he falls to haggling? And if indeed we rated this prisoner so high, what surety have we that Sauron, the Base Master of Treachery, will keep his part? Where is this prisoner? Let him be brought forth and yielded to us and then we will consider these demands"
Aragorn glanced worriedly towards the wizard, but the wizard watched the Messenger intently.
"Do no bandy words in your insolence with the Mouth of Sauron!" The Messenger cried. "Surety you carve, Sauron gives none. If you sue for his clemency you must first do his bidding. These are his terms. Take them or leave them!"
Gandalf's answer came quickly, swiftly and painfully for the Messenger. He pulled back his robes the white beneath piercing the darkness like a sword stabbing into a wound. "Be gone" Gandalf's voice rose like thunder. The Messenger flew upon his steed fear had hit him for the Captains had fire blazing in their eyes. As he and his soldiers fled the air was filled with the horns of the Captains as they flooding through the gates into the waiting jaws of the host.
In the grounds of Barad-dûr the sounds of trumpets, horns and battle reached Legolas' elven ears. He felt his heart become lighter for the Captains of Gondor plus Aragorn battled upon Mordor soil. Hope filled his heart after its absence after many days his courage return and he was able to steep over the threshold of the gates on his long journey towards the Mountain of fire. Though slightly unbalanced he ran steadily towards the mountain until he felt utterly exhausted and would could not walk on more step.
Upon the battlefield the four types of kin, man, elf, dwarf and hobbit fought courageously against the host a mixture of evil orcs and hill- trolls. Pippin fought with all the honour any solider would be expected despite being by far the smallest fighter on the field. Swords flashed in the dim light, each blades tip bloodstained. Aragorn glanced around the battlefield it seemed that the host had the upper hand, arrows flew overhead form both directions, and the Nazgúl swept overheard crying sounds of death. But it was another cry that filled the Captains hearts with hope and made Pippin cry with joy. The Nazgúl fled - the Eagles had arrived.
Upon the base of Mount Doom Legolas stood looking up trying to find the best way up. Slowly he began to climb, the Ring protesting every step. The air though thinning was still filled with the sounds of battle in the distance it was the sound that he now feed upon feeling utterly emptied of all other feelings and energy the hope that he would once again be able to return to a normal life that was not filled with disappointment, sadness and pain. His fingers constantly slipped in the lose stones, not being able to feel anything. He found himself climbing very ungracefully up the mountain half crawling. The left side of his face glistened with blood, it caked his cheek and neck, and dried lines of blood rolled form each wrist to fingertip, leaving behind him a trail of blood droplets. He did not wish to even look at the wound upon his shoulder, for he knew from the mists that now invaded his vision that his elven immune system was failing. Any mortal stabbed by a blade of Mordor would turn into a Wraith for Frodo had told him that nearly happened to him if it had not been for the powers of Lord Elrond. Only now Legolas found himself many, many miles away from Rivendell and he did not expect the Men of Rohan to have any knowledge of Elven medicine.
His footing slipped beneath him and his hands unable to grasp anything he slide down the mountainside several feet before he forced his numb hands to work.
"Silly elf fell down, again"
Legolas lay still and silent.
He had been found - by Gollum
A/N: I know that this is not very accurate - it keeps changing as I write so just bear with me! And yes I know some of the chapter are kinda short. For the ending is near!
Rosie
: )
Anything you want to say email me: rosemarybaker89@hotmail.com