Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the idea for my story.
A/N: If anyone could point out in their reviews if I have some spelling mistakes in the places/characters, it would be much appreciated. Thanks.
"It is coming. A feeling of discontent haunts the woods and surrounding areas. Come, we must go." Legolas' horse pranced on the soft forest floor, the elf's feeling of restlessness being passed on to the chocolate- coloured mare. Legolas' piercing blue eyes surveyed the adjacent area, reaching out with all his heightened elf senses to find out what had caused the forest to have this sensation of uneasiness. The woods told him nothing.
His companion's gray eyes caught and held his own in a regal stare. "Nay, Legolas, we must find out what troubles the people of Gondor so, that they refuse to leave their doors after sunset. Even the once rambunctious pubs are now silently and growing dusty with non-use. A shadow has fallen upon my lands and it is my duty as king to find out what haunts the citizens so."
Legolas merely bowed his head slightly, giving recognition to Isildur's Heir, the king of all men of Middle Earth. Although Legolas had returned to Gondor 3 years after the War of the Ring had ended for this very task, he could not help but feel cold. This new threat.it felt old to him. The same way the Ents felt old and the Balrog that had nearly slain Gandalf at Kazad-Dun felt old.but this was different. This evil.it was older. Ancient, even. "But wouldn't it be wiser to bring castle guards?"
Aragorn looked at his old friend and smiled. Prince or not, there were certain things he had yet to know about getting away with things in your own country. "Why Legolas, what would be the fun in that?" He gently nudged his own snow-white stallion into a walk, indicating to Legolas to follow.
Legolas spurred his mare forward, catching up to Aragorn without any difficulty. "This is hardly something that should be taken lightly," Legolas objected, a rare mood of defiance working it's way into his blood. It was not often an elf spoke a harsh word against a friend.
A frown descended onto Aragorn's previously jovial face. "You are right Legolas. It may be folly to pursue such an evil ourselves." Aragorn reined in his horse and leapt down to the forest floor, a dull thud made when his boots hit the ground. Legolas followed suit although no sound resounded from his own elven footwear. "Yet.I cannot help but feel as though we are close.very close even."
"What do you mean?" Legolas searched his friend's face while simultaneously scanning the forest around them with his other senses, searching for something amiss that would point right to the heart of the problem. Alas, such things are often foolish to wish for and Legolas soon began to wonder if Aragorn had developed a streak of madness.
"I wish I could tell you friend, but it seems I am at a loss to explain it to you." Aragorn knelt down, studying the ground along the side of a massive tree. He pulled up a stick snapped neatly in half. "Someone has been through here.and this is not dead yet, so it was recently."
Aragorn stood up then, surveying the lay of the land. With his keen ranger senses, he picked up small details of a trail that might have gone unnoticed under another's eye. A broken twig there, a pile of leaves indented there.it must have been a pair of people. "We go this way."
Legolas grabbed the lead of his horse and followed after Aragorn with his mare in tow, letting the man lead him to a natural clearing not far from where they were standing previously. In the blink of an eye Legolas had drawn his bow and notched the quiver with an arrow, his elven senses now on super high alert.
The body of a young man was sprawled across a large rock that sat in the middle of a clearing, his mouth open in a silent scream. His eyes were wide with fear and his blonde hair was ruffled and sticking out at every which angle. The most curious thing though was the two pinpricks of blood spotted on his neck.
Aragorn had drawn his sword, also aware of the danger this place posed. The scent of blood was thick in the air and he realized that even the ground he tread on was soaked with mortal blood. But not blood enough to have come from one person; there was too much. There had to be more dead elsewhere close.
"What new devilry is this.?" Aragorn muttered under his breath, unawares he had taken the words from the mouth of Boromir from so long ago.
"We cannot linger. This place has been fouled by the blood spilled here. It does not look like the monster has finished with that one; we should escape before it comes back." Legolas mounted his horse with the easy, liquid grace bestowed upon those of the elven race.
"You are right Legolas. Very well, we will come back for the body with soldiers from the castle guard. The woods, it seems, are no longer safe." As Aragorn mounted his horse, he could not help but feel two eyes boring into his back. He kicked his horse into a gallop, Legolas following not far behind on his own steed.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the idea for my story.
A/N: If anyone could point out in their reviews if I have some spelling mistakes in the places/characters, it would be much appreciated. Thanks.
"It is coming. A feeling of discontent haunts the woods and surrounding areas. Come, we must go." Legolas' horse pranced on the soft forest floor, the elf's feeling of restlessness being passed on to the chocolate- coloured mare. Legolas' piercing blue eyes surveyed the adjacent area, reaching out with all his heightened elf senses to find out what had caused the forest to have this sensation of uneasiness. The woods told him nothing.
His companion's gray eyes caught and held his own in a regal stare. "Nay, Legolas, we must find out what troubles the people of Gondor so, that they refuse to leave their doors after sunset. Even the once rambunctious pubs are now silently and growing dusty with non-use. A shadow has fallen upon my lands and it is my duty as king to find out what haunts the citizens so."
Legolas merely bowed his head slightly, giving recognition to Isildur's Heir, the king of all men of Middle Earth. Although Legolas had returned to Gondor 3 years after the War of the Ring had ended for this very task, he could not help but feel cold. This new threat.it felt old to him. The same way the Ents felt old and the Balrog that had nearly slain Gandalf at Kazad-Dun felt old.but this was different. This evil.it was older. Ancient, even. "But wouldn't it be wiser to bring castle guards?"
Aragorn looked at his old friend and smiled. Prince or not, there were certain things he had yet to know about getting away with things in your own country. "Why Legolas, what would be the fun in that?" He gently nudged his own snow-white stallion into a walk, indicating to Legolas to follow.
Legolas spurred his mare forward, catching up to Aragorn without any difficulty. "This is hardly something that should be taken lightly," Legolas objected, a rare mood of defiance working it's way into his blood. It was not often an elf spoke a harsh word against a friend.
A frown descended onto Aragorn's previously jovial face. "You are right Legolas. It may be folly to pursue such an evil ourselves." Aragorn reined in his horse and leapt down to the forest floor, a dull thud made when his boots hit the ground. Legolas followed suit although no sound resounded from his own elven footwear. "Yet.I cannot help but feel as though we are close.very close even."
"What do you mean?" Legolas searched his friend's face while simultaneously scanning the forest around them with his other senses, searching for something amiss that would point right to the heart of the problem. Alas, such things are often foolish to wish for and Legolas soon began to wonder if Aragorn had developed a streak of madness.
"I wish I could tell you friend, but it seems I am at a loss to explain it to you." Aragorn knelt down, studying the ground along the side of a massive tree. He pulled up a stick snapped neatly in half. "Someone has been through here.and this is not dead yet, so it was recently."
Aragorn stood up then, surveying the lay of the land. With his keen ranger senses, he picked up small details of a trail that might have gone unnoticed under another's eye. A broken twig there, a pile of leaves indented there.it must have been a pair of people. "We go this way."
Legolas grabbed the lead of his horse and followed after Aragorn with his mare in tow, letting the man lead him to a natural clearing not far from where they were standing previously. In the blink of an eye Legolas had drawn his bow and notched the quiver with an arrow, his elven senses now on super high alert.
The body of a young man was sprawled across a large rock that sat in the middle of a clearing, his mouth open in a silent scream. His eyes were wide with fear and his blonde hair was ruffled and sticking out at every which angle. The most curious thing though was the two pinpricks of blood spotted on his neck.
Aragorn had drawn his sword, also aware of the danger this place posed. The scent of blood was thick in the air and he realized that even the ground he tread on was soaked with mortal blood. But not blood enough to have come from one person; there was too much. There had to be more dead elsewhere close.
"What new devilry is this.?" Aragorn muttered under his breath, unawares he had taken the words from the mouth of Boromir from so long ago.
"We cannot linger. This place has been fouled by the blood spilled here. It does not look like the monster has finished with that one; we should escape before it comes back." Legolas mounted his horse with the easy, liquid grace bestowed upon those of the elven race.
"You are right Legolas. Very well, we will come back for the body with soldiers from the castle guard. The woods, it seems, are no longer safe." As Aragorn mounted his horse, he could not help but feel two eyes boring into his back. He kicked his horse into a gallop, Legolas following not far behind on his own steed.