To Ariel, who tries
Hey, everybody! This is a sequel to "Cold Steel", though I suppose it could stand on its on. Originally, I was only going to write one story, but a sequel was in popular demand. If you do not like this story and wish to flame it, there is a note to all flamers in the fourth chapter of "Cold Steel", but I am not averse to constructive criticism (calling Legolas OOC is not constructive). Anyway, have fun reading! Please review!
To the reviewers for the last chapter of "Cold Steel":
Lady Daine: You don't have to say anything, concerning something like that it's hardly expected. Writing is a common way to vent, I'm glad to hear it works for you and anger. Wow. . .thank you for saying, well, everything you said. It really means something to me, thank you.
Feline Daemon: Thanks for reviewing, glad you liked it!
Lirenel: As for mush, I felt it would ruin things a bit. I hadn't really any conception of Thranduil, only that he arrested Bilbo for no real reason, so I thought he might be paranoid or ruthless, which usually comes from inner pain so I guess I made him as mentally unbalanced as his son. It already has helped. Thank you very much.
Karate Elf: Thank you, and this goes on to the Council. Hope you like!
Mebrireth: Thanks. Flamers really bother me, for the reason you said, and also because if you don't have anything nice to say be quiet, so just something I wanted to teach them. Thanks for reviewing and hope you liked the rest of the story.
Wicked Misty: Thanks. Sorry this took so long, by the way.
Kaimelieamin: Ah, the story was that transparent? Thank you very much for saying what you said, I know I say that a lot but I mean it every time. Cutting is an addiction and it is terrible to get off it.
Coco Beans: Wow. . .thank you, thanks for saying that. I'm glad you have decided to help others with your experiences. Sorry this bit took so long.
Inside Out: First, Legolas appreciates your hug. Yes, it came out on the eighteenth. Thank you for all your reviews!
Ruby: It's good to know that you came out of your depression, that is a difficult thing to do, congratulations. Thanks a lot for reviewing (and for putting me on your favourites list)!
I can't seem to access the others. . .bloody broken computer. If I didn't respond to you in this chapter I will in the next. Thanks to all of you who reviewed and especially thanks to all of you who are sticking around for this story! Sorry it took so long to get started!
*****
"Legolas, I know you have only just returned from your last journey, but it has come up that an Elf must be sent to participate in this council of sorts, and you are the best choice. Will you do this?"
Legolas sighed. He had just returned from a journey, yes, one which had been delayed by hostile dwarves. It had been his hopes that he could come home and relax for a while, at least eat a decent meal and bathe. Now it looked like he would be riding out again. "Where is this council?"
"In Rivendell."
Rivendell? Legolas perked up at the mention. It had been many years since he had seen his friend Elrohir for a time, though brief encounters were not uncommon. Often, about seventy years past, Legolas would see Estel, but the twins were often off on orc-hunts or the like. "When do I leave?"
*****
A week later, dew clung to the leaves of the trees and a fine mist shrouded all. Hardly a bird dared disturb the hanging silence. A lone rider faced this mist, the clopping of his horse's hooves sad and slow. An elven tune floated around him.
And this is just the start! Legolas thought. Someone, somewhere, does not want me to get to Rivendell!
But despite the Elf's paranoia, the fog had lifted by mid-morning, and the sun burned down on his neck. While before all had been skewed by the fog, it was now crystal clear. That was far better, as it is very unsettling for an Elf, with Elven eyes, to be unable to see.
"Perhaps this may yet be a nice journey, without any Dwarves," said he to himself. "Soon I shall see. Indeed odd, there is no question about that."
The weather pulled no further tricks on Legolas, and he managed the ride to Imladris in less than three weeks. He was eager to arrive, which prompted him to ride faster and longer. These tactics worked well, though they exhausted the horse, the elf as well.
"Rivendell," Legolas whispered, just able to see it in the valley. Hope fluttered in his heart, and with renewed strength he descended into the glen.
*****
"Legolas, I did not expect to see you here. Welcome to Rivendell."
"You were honestly not expecting to see me? I would always come to Rivendell, though it has been many years," Legolas said. "It is good to be here." He took a deep breath and looked around him. It was just the same is in his memory, for which he was glad.
"You do not know why you are here," Elrond stated, quite certain.
"True," Legolas said, "I am a messenger of the king, nay do I read the messeges." His keen eyes spotted someone, and his head turned ever so slightly. "Estel is here? That's odd. Are the twins here as well?"
"Aragorn has brought a number of halflings to Imladris. Elrohir is not here. He should return soon," Elrond added, seeing Legolas's disappointment. "Why don't you go seek Aragorn? And see if you can't get him to wash his hair. . ."
Legolas liked Aragorn, Estel to his mind. He had known the human since he was a baby, hardly three years old, and (Legolas loved telling this story) Estel had thrown up all over him. Still, he had grown up to be an honourable and easily embaressed Ranger.
"Estel!" Legolas called, spotting him trying to shoo away two hobbits. The two turned at the odd name, and Aragorn as well.
"Legolas!" The two embraced.
"You are frightening when you smile," Legolas noted. "Your teeth are so white, and your hair is so black, that there is this contrast--"
"Do you mean to say, 'Gee, Aragorn, how did you manage to get so incredibly dirty?' Well, if you must know, I've been traveling with these hobbits, and two of their companions--"
"We're on a mission!" one of the hobbits said eagerly.
"Pippin!"
"Oh, that's real friendly!" complained the one called Pippin, sulking off. Legolas smiled.
"No matter what peril, it is good to see you again," Legolas said.
"Oh, you, too. I get away with much more when you are around, it comes of my looking up to you. Don't blush! You knew!" Aragorn was blushing himself. "I've looked up to you since the first time I met you, when I was six."
"You were three," Legolas amended with a grin. "And you mmph---"
"Not in front of the hobbits, Legolas," Aragorn said, covering Legolas's mouth. He moved his hand when Legolas nodded.
"Do you ever bathe?" the Elf demanded. "And you act like a child, by the way, not an eighty-seven-year-old."
"Strider's eighty-seven?" Pippin asked. "And you've known him--" Pippin counted on his fingers "--eighty four years?"
"Oh, indeed," Legolas said, laughing. "Since he was three years old."
"Legolas--"
"And he threw up all over me," Legolas finished, just to see Estel blush with fury and embaressment. The hobbits laughed, and Aragorn grinned, biting back anger. "You were very cute, Estel," Legolas said, patting his friend on the head. The hobbits doubled over with laughter.
"Both of you stop it!" Aragorn commanded, and the hobbits did. "Ha, all right, enough. At the very least use my proper name, Legolas, you clown."
"Right, right. Sorry about that, I play to an audience."
"Like a puppet," Aragorn concurred. "Frankly, I'm amazed you would touch my hair."
"It was pretty gross." Legolas smiled. He was glad, for now, that Elrohir was not there, as well as Arwen. He suspected that Arwen was well aware of what he had done years past. If Estel knew, that would change everything. Estel looked up to him, and Legolas suspected would not be so careless if he knew.
That first chapter was just to show how a few characters interact, more will happen in the next chapter. It didn't seem right to start off without knowing the characters, this story is about them, after all. Also, this chapter was meant to show Legolas as a happy sort of guy, and how Aragorn looks up to him. I know Tolkien never wrote that.
Hey, everybody! This is a sequel to "Cold Steel", though I suppose it could stand on its on. Originally, I was only going to write one story, but a sequel was in popular demand. If you do not like this story and wish to flame it, there is a note to all flamers in the fourth chapter of "Cold Steel", but I am not averse to constructive criticism (calling Legolas OOC is not constructive). Anyway, have fun reading! Please review!
To the reviewers for the last chapter of "Cold Steel":
Lady Daine: You don't have to say anything, concerning something like that it's hardly expected. Writing is a common way to vent, I'm glad to hear it works for you and anger. Wow. . .thank you for saying, well, everything you said. It really means something to me, thank you.
Feline Daemon: Thanks for reviewing, glad you liked it!
Lirenel: As for mush, I felt it would ruin things a bit. I hadn't really any conception of Thranduil, only that he arrested Bilbo for no real reason, so I thought he might be paranoid or ruthless, which usually comes from inner pain so I guess I made him as mentally unbalanced as his son. It already has helped. Thank you very much.
Karate Elf: Thank you, and this goes on to the Council. Hope you like!
Mebrireth: Thanks. Flamers really bother me, for the reason you said, and also because if you don't have anything nice to say be quiet, so just something I wanted to teach them. Thanks for reviewing and hope you liked the rest of the story.
Wicked Misty: Thanks. Sorry this took so long, by the way.
Kaimelieamin: Ah, the story was that transparent? Thank you very much for saying what you said, I know I say that a lot but I mean it every time. Cutting is an addiction and it is terrible to get off it.
Coco Beans: Wow. . .thank you, thanks for saying that. I'm glad you have decided to help others with your experiences. Sorry this bit took so long.
Inside Out: First, Legolas appreciates your hug. Yes, it came out on the eighteenth. Thank you for all your reviews!
Ruby: It's good to know that you came out of your depression, that is a difficult thing to do, congratulations. Thanks a lot for reviewing (and for putting me on your favourites list)!
I can't seem to access the others. . .bloody broken computer. If I didn't respond to you in this chapter I will in the next. Thanks to all of you who reviewed and especially thanks to all of you who are sticking around for this story! Sorry it took so long to get started!
*****
"Legolas, I know you have only just returned from your last journey, but it has come up that an Elf must be sent to participate in this council of sorts, and you are the best choice. Will you do this?"
Legolas sighed. He had just returned from a journey, yes, one which had been delayed by hostile dwarves. It had been his hopes that he could come home and relax for a while, at least eat a decent meal and bathe. Now it looked like he would be riding out again. "Where is this council?"
"In Rivendell."
Rivendell? Legolas perked up at the mention. It had been many years since he had seen his friend Elrohir for a time, though brief encounters were not uncommon. Often, about seventy years past, Legolas would see Estel, but the twins were often off on orc-hunts or the like. "When do I leave?"
*****
A week later, dew clung to the leaves of the trees and a fine mist shrouded all. Hardly a bird dared disturb the hanging silence. A lone rider faced this mist, the clopping of his horse's hooves sad and slow. An elven tune floated around him.
And this is just the start! Legolas thought. Someone, somewhere, does not want me to get to Rivendell!
But despite the Elf's paranoia, the fog had lifted by mid-morning, and the sun burned down on his neck. While before all had been skewed by the fog, it was now crystal clear. That was far better, as it is very unsettling for an Elf, with Elven eyes, to be unable to see.
"Perhaps this may yet be a nice journey, without any Dwarves," said he to himself. "Soon I shall see. Indeed odd, there is no question about that."
The weather pulled no further tricks on Legolas, and he managed the ride to Imladris in less than three weeks. He was eager to arrive, which prompted him to ride faster and longer. These tactics worked well, though they exhausted the horse, the elf as well.
"Rivendell," Legolas whispered, just able to see it in the valley. Hope fluttered in his heart, and with renewed strength he descended into the glen.
*****
"Legolas, I did not expect to see you here. Welcome to Rivendell."
"You were honestly not expecting to see me? I would always come to Rivendell, though it has been many years," Legolas said. "It is good to be here." He took a deep breath and looked around him. It was just the same is in his memory, for which he was glad.
"You do not know why you are here," Elrond stated, quite certain.
"True," Legolas said, "I am a messenger of the king, nay do I read the messeges." His keen eyes spotted someone, and his head turned ever so slightly. "Estel is here? That's odd. Are the twins here as well?"
"Aragorn has brought a number of halflings to Imladris. Elrohir is not here. He should return soon," Elrond added, seeing Legolas's disappointment. "Why don't you go seek Aragorn? And see if you can't get him to wash his hair. . ."
Legolas liked Aragorn, Estel to his mind. He had known the human since he was a baby, hardly three years old, and (Legolas loved telling this story) Estel had thrown up all over him. Still, he had grown up to be an honourable and easily embaressed Ranger.
"Estel!" Legolas called, spotting him trying to shoo away two hobbits. The two turned at the odd name, and Aragorn as well.
"Legolas!" The two embraced.
"You are frightening when you smile," Legolas noted. "Your teeth are so white, and your hair is so black, that there is this contrast--"
"Do you mean to say, 'Gee, Aragorn, how did you manage to get so incredibly dirty?' Well, if you must know, I've been traveling with these hobbits, and two of their companions--"
"We're on a mission!" one of the hobbits said eagerly.
"Pippin!"
"Oh, that's real friendly!" complained the one called Pippin, sulking off. Legolas smiled.
"No matter what peril, it is good to see you again," Legolas said.
"Oh, you, too. I get away with much more when you are around, it comes of my looking up to you. Don't blush! You knew!" Aragorn was blushing himself. "I've looked up to you since the first time I met you, when I was six."
"You were three," Legolas amended with a grin. "And you mmph---"
"Not in front of the hobbits, Legolas," Aragorn said, covering Legolas's mouth. He moved his hand when Legolas nodded.
"Do you ever bathe?" the Elf demanded. "And you act like a child, by the way, not an eighty-seven-year-old."
"Strider's eighty-seven?" Pippin asked. "And you've known him--" Pippin counted on his fingers "--eighty four years?"
"Oh, indeed," Legolas said, laughing. "Since he was three years old."
"Legolas--"
"And he threw up all over me," Legolas finished, just to see Estel blush with fury and embaressment. The hobbits laughed, and Aragorn grinned, biting back anger. "You were very cute, Estel," Legolas said, patting his friend on the head. The hobbits doubled over with laughter.
"Both of you stop it!" Aragorn commanded, and the hobbits did. "Ha, all right, enough. At the very least use my proper name, Legolas, you clown."
"Right, right. Sorry about that, I play to an audience."
"Like a puppet," Aragorn concurred. "Frankly, I'm amazed you would touch my hair."
"It was pretty gross." Legolas smiled. He was glad, for now, that Elrohir was not there, as well as Arwen. He suspected that Arwen was well aware of what he had done years past. If Estel knew, that would change everything. Estel looked up to him, and Legolas suspected would not be so careless if he knew.
That first chapter was just to show how a few characters interact, more will happen in the next chapter. It didn't seem right to start off without knowing the characters, this story is about them, after all. Also, this chapter was meant to show Legolas as a happy sort of guy, and how Aragorn looks up to him. I know Tolkien never wrote that.