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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 12
Worth the Wait
"I would prefer to call you Éowyn," he told her gasping from the pain.
"As you wish, master elf," she replied, sheathing her sword under her cloak. "What is that you've got your hands on?"
Legolas moved his hands to show the arrow stuck in his lower back.
"How did they managed to hit, master elf?" She asked kneeling down and checking the wound for herself. "I thought your king were to quick for my own."
"Why are you helping me?" He asked, gasping when she touched the wound.
"Because an elf once saved me," she replied, standing up wiping the blood she got from Legolas on her cloak. "And since I don't think I will ever see that elf again, I decided to pass the favor on to you."
"An interesting way of reasoning indeed," Legolas replied. "May I ask you who this elf was?"
"No you can't," she replied. "I don't have time to explain that because your wound needs tending to."
"By who?" Legolas asked. "No healer would dare help an elf now that we're at war. They would surely hang them."
"Oh, but there is one who can help you," Éowyn told him and extended out a hand to help Legolas get up. "He lives a bit northwest of Edoras. In a secluded area, her prefers to be alone."
"And his name?" Legolas asked, grabbing her hand and standing up with difficulty. He wasn't able to stand up strait, he could only lean forward like he had a hump back.
"Saruman," she replied. "But before we go, we have to do something about that arrow."
"What do you intend?" Legolas asked.
"We just can't let you walk round with it in your back the whole way," Éowyn said.
"And what do you intend to do about it?" Legolas asked.
"We should...," Éowyn started... but bit her lip. "Take it out."
"My apologies, milady," Legolas said. "But I believe my ears deceive me. Would you kindly repeat that?"
"Your keen ears heard perfectly well, master elf," she said. "I will remove the arrow and we shall head of to Isengard, where Saruman dwells."
"I don't want to sound ungrateful, milady," Legolas told her. "But I will not allow you to do that."
"And most certainly why not?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Because you don't look like a trained healer," Legolas told her, hand still covering the base of the arrow. "Unless of course my eyes deceive me."
"So be it," she said. "But if you plan on riding the horse, you must at least cut the arrow down a bit. I wouldn't want to bump into it on the way."
"Fine," Legolas replied. "As long as we can set off to this Saruman afterwards."
Éowyn pulled out her sword and walked closer to Legolas.
"And exactly what are you planning to do with that?" Legolas said, backing off. "You aren't going to try and swipe it off, are you milady?"
"Oh don't be such a coward, master elf," she said. "It will only hurt a little."
Legolas was about to continue the argument, but came up with an idea. "Why don't you try sawing it down?"
"If it's what you would prefer, master elf," she replied. "But that will take longer."
Legolas turned his back to her and lay on his stomach, inhaling sharply with the pain. Éowyn bent down and placed the swords a little bit below the middle of the arrow. She the started to saw the arrow, trying not to move the arrow around too much or make the arrow go deeper. Legolas still yelled out in pain, grinding his teeth.
She finished, sheathing her sword, and noticed that a lot more blood started to spill. She stood up and left Legolas for her horse, which was a few yards away. Inside a pouch attached to the saddle was a blanket that she needed to put around the wound. She walked back to Legolas and tore a long strip and tied it around the arrow. She helped Legolas stand up, and the placed the remainder of the blanket on his head.
"We don't need any people seeing an elf riding with me," she said. "Keep this tight around your face."
Legolas nodded, and she saw a line a blood coming from his lip where he bit it to help vent out the pain.
"Now," Éowyn said, slowly leading Legolas to her brown horse. "It is time for the hard part."
She decided to mount the horse and try and pull Legolas up.
"Now, master elf," she said. "I'm going to pull you up. Try not and tense your back. We don't need to damage the wound anymore."
Legolas held his left hand up, so the left side of his skin would be stretched, and Éowyn began to pull. Even though Éowyn wasn't very strong, even for a lady, she managed to Legolas up with ease because of his natural elf lightness. But Éowyn managed to lose her balance while helping Legolas throw his leg over, and she fell off the horse and onto the ground.
Legolas lout a loud laugh... something he hadn't done in years. His soul seemed to drop a heavy load when the laugh left his lips. It was beautiful... the way it made him feel... It was like a bird being released from a cage after many years. Just that one moment when it stretches is wings and knowing it is free... this is how Legolas felt... yet it took so long to happen...
'It was worth the wait,' he said to himself, smiling with his, small but effective, happiness.
He then turned his attention the grumpy Lady of Rohan.
"You truly are a marvelous woman," Legolas said, smiling. "You manage to save me, help my wound, mount me on a horse, and then entertain me."
"If you do not shut up, master elf," she said standing up and pointing her finger. "I will give you another wound for Saruman to fix... and trust me when I say that the arrow would be nothing to compare it to."
"As you wish, milady," Legolas replied and looked strait ahead.
Éowyn mounted and the elf prince and the maiden of Rohan set off into the night to Isengard...
(A/N: I would like to thank SpazticPoetGrl for her wonderful review:
"Hey Flame, great story. I think I might of submitted a review already, but the stoopid ff.net closed my window and it got all mixed up. So here it is again. I really like this story so far. I await more of it to come. I'e read many LOTR fan-fics and have yet to come across a perspective such as this, so I think you for writing it. -Spaz"
I just want her to know that this meant a lot to me. ^^ NO MORE WRITERS BLOCK! As we all can see, Legolas is strangely becoming happier.)
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 12
Worth the Wait
"I would prefer to call you Éowyn," he told her gasping from the pain.
"As you wish, master elf," she replied, sheathing her sword under her cloak. "What is that you've got your hands on?"
Legolas moved his hands to show the arrow stuck in his lower back.
"How did they managed to hit, master elf?" She asked kneeling down and checking the wound for herself. "I thought your king were to quick for my own."
"Why are you helping me?" He asked, gasping when she touched the wound.
"Because an elf once saved me," she replied, standing up wiping the blood she got from Legolas on her cloak. "And since I don't think I will ever see that elf again, I decided to pass the favor on to you."
"An interesting way of reasoning indeed," Legolas replied. "May I ask you who this elf was?"
"No you can't," she replied. "I don't have time to explain that because your wound needs tending to."
"By who?" Legolas asked. "No healer would dare help an elf now that we're at war. They would surely hang them."
"Oh, but there is one who can help you," Éowyn told him and extended out a hand to help Legolas get up. "He lives a bit northwest of Edoras. In a secluded area, her prefers to be alone."
"And his name?" Legolas asked, grabbing her hand and standing up with difficulty. He wasn't able to stand up strait, he could only lean forward like he had a hump back.
"Saruman," she replied. "But before we go, we have to do something about that arrow."
"What do you intend?" Legolas asked.
"We just can't let you walk round with it in your back the whole way," Éowyn said.
"And what do you intend to do about it?" Legolas asked.
"We should...," Éowyn started... but bit her lip. "Take it out."
"My apologies, milady," Legolas said. "But I believe my ears deceive me. Would you kindly repeat that?"
"Your keen ears heard perfectly well, master elf," she said. "I will remove the arrow and we shall head of to Isengard, where Saruman dwells."
"I don't want to sound ungrateful, milady," Legolas told her. "But I will not allow you to do that."
"And most certainly why not?" She asked, putting her hands on her hips.
"Because you don't look like a trained healer," Legolas told her, hand still covering the base of the arrow. "Unless of course my eyes deceive me."
"So be it," she said. "But if you plan on riding the horse, you must at least cut the arrow down a bit. I wouldn't want to bump into it on the way."
"Fine," Legolas replied. "As long as we can set off to this Saruman afterwards."
Éowyn pulled out her sword and walked closer to Legolas.
"And exactly what are you planning to do with that?" Legolas said, backing off. "You aren't going to try and swipe it off, are you milady?"
"Oh don't be such a coward, master elf," she said. "It will only hurt a little."
Legolas was about to continue the argument, but came up with an idea. "Why don't you try sawing it down?"
"If it's what you would prefer, master elf," she replied. "But that will take longer."
Legolas turned his back to her and lay on his stomach, inhaling sharply with the pain. Éowyn bent down and placed the swords a little bit below the middle of the arrow. She the started to saw the arrow, trying not to move the arrow around too much or make the arrow go deeper. Legolas still yelled out in pain, grinding his teeth.
She finished, sheathing her sword, and noticed that a lot more blood started to spill. She stood up and left Legolas for her horse, which was a few yards away. Inside a pouch attached to the saddle was a blanket that she needed to put around the wound. She walked back to Legolas and tore a long strip and tied it around the arrow. She helped Legolas stand up, and the placed the remainder of the blanket on his head.
"We don't need any people seeing an elf riding with me," she said. "Keep this tight around your face."
Legolas nodded, and she saw a line a blood coming from his lip where he bit it to help vent out the pain.
"Now," Éowyn said, slowly leading Legolas to her brown horse. "It is time for the hard part."
She decided to mount the horse and try and pull Legolas up.
"Now, master elf," she said. "I'm going to pull you up. Try not and tense your back. We don't need to damage the wound anymore."
Legolas held his left hand up, so the left side of his skin would be stretched, and Éowyn began to pull. Even though Éowyn wasn't very strong, even for a lady, she managed to Legolas up with ease because of his natural elf lightness. But Éowyn managed to lose her balance while helping Legolas throw his leg over, and she fell off the horse and onto the ground.
Legolas lout a loud laugh... something he hadn't done in years. His soul seemed to drop a heavy load when the laugh left his lips. It was beautiful... the way it made him feel... It was like a bird being released from a cage after many years. Just that one moment when it stretches is wings and knowing it is free... this is how Legolas felt... yet it took so long to happen...
'It was worth the wait,' he said to himself, smiling with his, small but effective, happiness.
He then turned his attention the grumpy Lady of Rohan.
"You truly are a marvelous woman," Legolas said, smiling. "You manage to save me, help my wound, mount me on a horse, and then entertain me."
"If you do not shut up, master elf," she said standing up and pointing her finger. "I will give you another wound for Saruman to fix... and trust me when I say that the arrow would be nothing to compare it to."
"As you wish, milady," Legolas replied and looked strait ahead.
Éowyn mounted and the elf prince and the maiden of Rohan set off into the night to Isengard...
(A/N: I would like to thank SpazticPoetGrl for her wonderful review:
"Hey Flame, great story. I think I might of submitted a review already, but the stoopid ff.net closed my window and it got all mixed up. So here it is again. I really like this story so far. I await more of it to come. I'e read many LOTR fan-fics and have yet to come across a perspective such as this, so I think you for writing it. -Spaz"
I just want her to know that this meant a lot to me. ^^ NO MORE WRITERS BLOCK! As we all can see, Legolas is strangely becoming happier.)