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Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 7
War Plans
Aragorn stood at the top of a watchtower watching the same sunrise that Legolas saw on his escape to Lorien. He was thinking about what he should do next, considering that the elves finally know about the fort.
A warrior clad in black armor walked below the tower. This was the same warrior that had attacked Legolas and the she-elf. He was clutching a wound at his side, but took the time to take his hands off of it and take his helmet off. Underneath it was Aragorn's right hand man and most trusted friend, Boromir.
Aragorn climbed down the tower and met with his friend. The wound in his side led Aragorn to believe that someone managed to escape.
"What news do you bring?" Aragorn asked him.
"All but one were killed," Boromir replied.
"Was this 'one' the Prince?" Aragorn asked, lowering his tone with anger.
"Yes, milord," Boromir replied, lowering his head in shame.
"So, Boromir," Aragorn said in a sarcastic tone. "We had a group of elf scouts that came to spy on us. Am I correct so far?"
"Yes, milord," Boromir replied softly.
"We had planned on this for weeks, right Boromir?" Aragorn asked, inching closer.
"Yes, milord," he replied, yet again.
"And for some reason, among these scouts was and elven prince," Aragorn said growling. "So it changes everything and makes the capture more difficult?"
"No, milord," Boromir replied.
"The how did they escape?" Aragorn yelled at the top of his lungs.
"I dont know!" Boromir yelled back, but then remembered he was talking to his king.
"I am sorry, milord," Boromir instantly said afterwards and then fell on one knee.
"You are bleeding," Aragorn told him, turning his back. "Go to the infirmary."
"Yes, milord," Boromir said in return and left for the infirmary.
Aragorn then walked through the fort's twin doors and to a bridge made for archers in the very front of it. He gripped the rail as hard as he could and looked down. His father would be ashamed of him now... failing every time he turned a corner.
Aragorn stood like that for at least thirty minutes. Soldiers passing by walked by quietly and quickly, because many of them have heard of his wrath when he was angry. Rumors of Aragorn beheading people for just sneezing in his presence was the main rumor that flowed about. But Aragorn couldn't do such things, but no one knew. Aragorn had a heart, which he had buried deep inside of him. Aragorn could kill while he was in a battle, but killing his own people ached his heart. He wasn't made to do things like his father could.
His father always told him it was for the good of the people. His father told him that everything that went against the laws had to be punished, or people will start breaking the laws more frequently.
"Maybe he was right," Aragorn said to himself while looking up.
"Maybe I should teach these elves a lesson," he said to himself again.
His eyes then grew insane, and he quickly left his spot and took off to the infirmary. It wasn't to far off, yet it wasn't that close either.
When he entered the wooden door that led into it, he found a large room full of women healers and his friend, Boromir.
"Milord," one of the older women said to him, lowering her head. "How may I be of help to you?"
Aragorn looked at her with his insane eyes and responded, "I wish to speak to Boromir."
"Yes, milord," she said back to Aragorn and motioned for all of the healers to leave the room with her.
Boromir became a little worried when Aragorn inched closer to him.
'He is here to kill me for sure!' he though in his mind.
But that was not Aragorn's intentions. Instead he had orders for his friend.
"Boromir," Aragorn said to him calmly.
"I am sorry, milord!" Boromir cried out, closing his eyes. "Forgive me for failing you! I do not wish to die!"
Aragorn chuckled a little, and Boromir opened his eyes a little to see what was happening.
"Do you think my death is humorus, milord?" He asked.
"No, friend," Aragorn replied. "It just reminded me about the time I dressed myself in the bear rug that was in the guest room and snuck up behind you."
Boromir let out a loud laugh of humor and relief. He now knew that Aragorn had no intention of killing him.
"Yes, milord," he replied. "You gave me quite a scare."
"But enough of that," Aragorn said smiling. "I want you to prepare four hundred men."
"Four hundred?" Boromir asked.
"Yes," Aragorn replied. "We attack Lothlorien at nightfall."
Power in the Shadows
(This one has nothing to do with my other Legolas FanFictions)
Type: Legolas Fic
Rating: R (Graphic war scenes; Inhumane Punishments)
Copyright: I don't own most of this.
Archive: I would be honored :)
Summary: AU-NO RING- Men and Elves in a battle for power, but there is an evil that manipulates the war in the shadows. Can Men and Elves stop the ultimate source of power? Or will the war destory them all?
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Chapter 7
War Plans
Aragorn stood at the top of a watchtower watching the same sunrise that Legolas saw on his escape to Lorien. He was thinking about what he should do next, considering that the elves finally know about the fort.
A warrior clad in black armor walked below the tower. This was the same warrior that had attacked Legolas and the she-elf. He was clutching a wound at his side, but took the time to take his hands off of it and take his helmet off. Underneath it was Aragorn's right hand man and most trusted friend, Boromir.
Aragorn climbed down the tower and met with his friend. The wound in his side led Aragorn to believe that someone managed to escape.
"What news do you bring?" Aragorn asked him.
"All but one were killed," Boromir replied.
"Was this 'one' the Prince?" Aragorn asked, lowering his tone with anger.
"Yes, milord," Boromir replied, lowering his head in shame.
"So, Boromir," Aragorn said in a sarcastic tone. "We had a group of elf scouts that came to spy on us. Am I correct so far?"
"Yes, milord," Boromir replied softly.
"We had planned on this for weeks, right Boromir?" Aragorn asked, inching closer.
"Yes, milord," he replied, yet again.
"And for some reason, among these scouts was and elven prince," Aragorn said growling. "So it changes everything and makes the capture more difficult?"
"No, milord," Boromir replied.
"The how did they escape?" Aragorn yelled at the top of his lungs.
"I dont know!" Boromir yelled back, but then remembered he was talking to his king.
"I am sorry, milord," Boromir instantly said afterwards and then fell on one knee.
"You are bleeding," Aragorn told him, turning his back. "Go to the infirmary."
"Yes, milord," Boromir said in return and left for the infirmary.
Aragorn then walked through the fort's twin doors and to a bridge made for archers in the very front of it. He gripped the rail as hard as he could and looked down. His father would be ashamed of him now... failing every time he turned a corner.
Aragorn stood like that for at least thirty minutes. Soldiers passing by walked by quietly and quickly, because many of them have heard of his wrath when he was angry. Rumors of Aragorn beheading people for just sneezing in his presence was the main rumor that flowed about. But Aragorn couldn't do such things, but no one knew. Aragorn had a heart, which he had buried deep inside of him. Aragorn could kill while he was in a battle, but killing his own people ached his heart. He wasn't made to do things like his father could.
His father always told him it was for the good of the people. His father told him that everything that went against the laws had to be punished, or people will start breaking the laws more frequently.
"Maybe he was right," Aragorn said to himself while looking up.
"Maybe I should teach these elves a lesson," he said to himself again.
His eyes then grew insane, and he quickly left his spot and took off to the infirmary. It wasn't to far off, yet it wasn't that close either.
When he entered the wooden door that led into it, he found a large room full of women healers and his friend, Boromir.
"Milord," one of the older women said to him, lowering her head. "How may I be of help to you?"
Aragorn looked at her with his insane eyes and responded, "I wish to speak to Boromir."
"Yes, milord," she said back to Aragorn and motioned for all of the healers to leave the room with her.
Boromir became a little worried when Aragorn inched closer to him.
'He is here to kill me for sure!' he though in his mind.
But that was not Aragorn's intentions. Instead he had orders for his friend.
"Boromir," Aragorn said to him calmly.
"I am sorry, milord!" Boromir cried out, closing his eyes. "Forgive me for failing you! I do not wish to die!"
Aragorn chuckled a little, and Boromir opened his eyes a little to see what was happening.
"Do you think my death is humorus, milord?" He asked.
"No, friend," Aragorn replied. "It just reminded me about the time I dressed myself in the bear rug that was in the guest room and snuck up behind you."
Boromir let out a loud laugh of humor and relief. He now knew that Aragorn had no intention of killing him.
"Yes, milord," he replied. "You gave me quite a scare."
"But enough of that," Aragorn said smiling. "I want you to prepare four hundred men."
"Four hundred?" Boromir asked.
"Yes," Aragorn replied. "We attack Lothlorien at nightfall."