Author ~ Halo Son
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?! The characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them! Also Avellana and Zorro belong to me, as well as several other made up characters.
Author's Note ~ This is the final story in the trilogy. I hope everyone likes it and thinks it is a good closing from the trilogy, I think it is.
Summary ~ The sequel to 'Darkness Haunting.' Just when things start to become calm again, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir are thrown into the deep end when they discover Aragorn has disappeared from Rivendell. Fearing the human has gone to find the demon, Muerte, and kill him once and for all for vengeance, Legolas hurries to find him with Elladan and Elrohir close behind. But as they get closer to the shadow of the demon, could the call of vengeance become too strong for any of them to resist?
WARNING ~ This fic contains accounts of torture and violent/tesne situations. If you don't like those kind of fics, DO NOT read this story. And another thing, there is absolutely NO romance in this story, got it? Not only is this story, like the two before it, dark and angsty, but I can't write romance to save my life!
I thought I should put the name translations of my made up characters here, in case you wondered what they mean. All of them, except Elmorn (which is elvish), are Spanish words *hugs her Spanish dictionary*
Elmorn ~ Dark Star (Elvish)
Avellana ~ Hazelnut
Zorro ~ Fox
Lazo ~ Lasso
Viento ~ Wind
Alma ~ Soul
Cielo ~ Sky
Halcon ~ Hawk
Sueno ~ Dream
Brisa ~ Breeze
Vidrio ~ Glass
Muerte ~ Death
The Lord Of The Rings
The Call Of Vengeance
Chapter 2-Of Fire And Ice
Aragorn's eyes shifted as they started to open, but wincing back from the light.
"It's alright, just wake up slowly." A female voice spoke gently to him.
Swallowing hard, Aragorn turned his head slowly towards the sound of the voice and stared up, waiting for his vision to come into focus.
The face of a young girl came to his sight. She smiled weakly at him, softly brushing a cloth across his forehead.
"It is alright, you are safe."
"For now." A male voice muttered darkly, though Aragorn didn't hear him.
"Zorro!" Avellana snapped under her breath. "Please, not right now."
Zorro was leaning against the wall next to the door of the small room, his arms crossed at his chest and his eyes narrowed at Aragorn.
"As soon as he is healed he will leave." He said.
"Zorro please!" Avellana sighed in frustration, though she had expected this.
"May I enquire as to who you both are and where I am." Aragorn interrupted quietly.
"Why? Do you not remember?" Zorro replied bitterly, standing upright. "Let me remind you Elmorn! Just over half a year ago you led an army of orcs into our village and destroyed it! You and those orcs killed so many of our friends and family…" His eyes narrowed further as he spoke the last words almost in a vicious hiss. "And you killed mine and Avellana's parents!"
Avellana looked down sadly at Aragorn while Zorro turned away with a growl, putting a hand to his face. Aragorn looked down and stared at the sheets curled around his fingers.
The memories of that night came flooding back to him…and so did the tears.
Muerte had thought it necessary to give him battle experience and had commanded him to take an army of orcs and completely destroy that small village…and he had done it.
The haunting, piercing screams of those terrified people struck his mind once more, only this time with a more devastating force. His hands crept across his face as his shoulders started hitching.
Avellana looked at Aragorn and leaned forward a little.
"I am sorry." The man whispered through his hands.
Zorro's eyes narrowed into slits, a new rage burning inside him. He stepped right next to Aragorn and was shouting, "Sorry? SORRY?! YOU THINK THAT'S GOING TO MAKE IT ALL RIGHT?!"
"Zorro!" Avellana cried, forcing the tears back from her eyes. "Your shouting will not make it all right either."
Zorro growled in fierce frustration and turned away, only looking back over his shoulder at Avellana.
"If you wish to live Elmorn, I would suggest you remain here. There are a lot of angry village folk who would like to see your blood spilled upon the ground."
He turned and left the room.
Avellana sighed and turned back to Aragorn.
"I am sorry…"
"No, I am the one who is sorry." Aragorn replied quietly. "I know it does little good, but I am sorry for what I have done."
"Yes…your eyes express that." She tilted her head slightly to the side. "Why did you save me?"
Aragorn stared into the girl's eyes then looked down once more.
"It is my duty to help those who need aid." He replied.
Avellana smiled lightly and replied, "I feel as though there was another reason. You need not tell me if you do not wish."
"Why did you save me?" Aragorn asked. "Knowing what I had done, why did you choose to save me?"
Avellana gathered the cloth in her hands and dipped in a bowl resting in her lap before gently running it across Aragorn's left arm.
"There is something about you…something different." She replied. "You are not like what you were before Elmorn, I just feel something different about you."
"Please…call me not that name." Aragorn asked. "You are right, I am not that person anymore. My name is Strider, Ranger of the North, it always has been."
"Strider?" Avellana fell silent for a moment. "Do you have family Strider?"
Aragorn looked at Avellana in surprise, he had not expected the question, but he nodded in response.
"They must miss you." She moved the cloth to the man's forehead. "What were you doing in the forest?"
"Searching for the demon that has caused so much suffering and death." The ranger replied with a bitter tone on his tongue.
"For vengeance?"
"I would not call it vengeance. I simply wish to end his existence of cruelty, pain and terror."
"I believe vengeance is part of the reason. How could it not be?" She stared at him once more. "Did he capture you? How did you become to be known as Elmorn?"
"Yes, he captured me and…" Aragorn bit his bottom lip. "He caused much suffering to me. That is how I became Elmorn." He smiled weakly. "But those I love have helped me over come that darkness and I am now Strider once more."
Avellana smiled knowingly a little, "Then you are on a quest for vengeance, but not just for yourself, for all those he has hurt. You wish to correct the evil that has been thread."
"I am…not sure anymore." Aragorn sighed. "My mind is clouded with so many emotions it is hard to tell them apart."
"I understand Strider." Avellana smiled. "What has happened has not been your fault and I will try to convince others of that."
"Do not cause yourself trouble on my part."
"Everyone deserves nothing but the truth. It will not be easy, but I will try."
"You believe me then?"
"Yes." She smiled. "The feelings within your eyes cannot be created falsely and I am not blinded by a need for vengeance like many here are, especially my older brother." She paused for a moment. "Do your family know your quest?"
Aragorn shifted uncomfortably and Avellana sighed.
"I wish not for anyone I care for to be hurt anymore." Aragorn replied softly. "Though I doubt that will stop them from following me."
"You are very brave." Avellana spoke softly. "To face your fears to ensure the safety of those you love. Your nobility is inspiring."
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"You should've killed him Zorro." Viento spoke, running his hand through his short black hair.
"Do not remind me." Zorro replied darkly. "I would have done so if not for my sister." He sighed. "She is the only family I have left."
"You have us too Zorro." Lazo said with a whole-hearted smiled, stroking the white neck of his steed. "Do not forget that."
Zorro couldn't help but smile and nodded his thanks to the light haired youth. No matter how heavy the situation, Lazo always seemed to cheer them up even in the slightest way somehow.
Lazo, Viento and Alma were Zorro's best friends and they had been since childhood. They were dedicated and focused and were the best warriors of their village home. None of them abandoned each other and their greatest test of friendship and strength came that night of the attack that had changed their lives.
"Do you think Avellana is right?" Alma asked.
"I do not know." Zorro sighed and sat down on the grassy ground where his mount, Halcon, grazed. The great black stallion tossed his head and nudged his master with his velvet nose.
"Well if Elmorn wishes to live, then Avellana had better be right about him, that's all I can say." Viento said, securing a saddle upon his own steed, Brisa. "I am going to inspect the boarders. If any of you wish to come with me I welcome the company."
"I will come." Zorro replied. "I need to relinquish my mind for a while and gather my thoughts." He rubbed Halcon's forehead. "Lazo, will you remain here and watch over my sister while I am gone?"
"Of course Zorro." The young man smiled and Sueno neighed in amusement. "Sueno and I both will watch her."
Viento chucked as Alma and Zorro mounted their horses, "Lazo when will you learn that that so-called beast of yours couldn't watch it's own new-born if it had one."
Sueno snorted in disgust and Brisa seemed to get the gist of the mock insult and bucked, through his master off his back. Zorro, Lazo and Alma laughed while the horse neighed in amusement. Viento glared at his horse and his friends.
Once he re-mounted Brisa he stirred the horse on without a word while the others tried to apologise. Lazo shook his head and patted Sueno's neck.
"You know that insult was only in jest, but it was entertaining I must admit." Sueno bobbed her head as if in agreement. "Once I have checked on Avellana I will come back to you my friend."
Lazo walked inside the small cabin of a home and walked into the room his friend's sister was occupying with the ranger. He poked his head round the door before coming it.
"Hello Lazo." Avellana smiled.
"Is he sleeping?" The fair-haired youth asked.
"Yes he is." She stood up and walked to a small drawer, taking out several bandages. "Could you help me change his bindings?"
Lazo merely nodded and walked next to Avellana, leaning down over Aragorn and gently unwinding the swathe over the man's right arm. He sighed.
"Avellana, do you REALLY think he has changed?"
"Yes, I do." She replied, not turning her attention away from her charge.
"How can you tell?"
"I can just feel it, but I cannot explain it." She sighed in some-what frustration. "If you talked with him, you would see and understand."
Lazo blinked several times before returning to the task at hand. He briefly glanced out the window, watching the sun slowly easing down from the sky.
"If you wish for some rest, I will watch him for a while."
Avellana smiled gratefully, "Thank you Lazo. I will take it when we have finished here."
The young man nodded and returned the smile.
He had a feeling that the approaching night would be a long one…and he would be proven right…
TBC…
Rating ~ R
Disclaimer ~ How many times must I say I don't own Lord of the Rings?! The characters Trelan, Raniean, Celboril and Moranuen are made up characters belonging to Cassia and Sio and they gave me permission to use them in my story, so DO NOT steal them! Also Avellana and Zorro belong to me, as well as several other made up characters.
Author's Note ~ This is the final story in the trilogy. I hope everyone likes it and thinks it is a good closing from the trilogy, I think it is.
Summary ~ The sequel to 'Darkness Haunting.' Just when things start to become calm again, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir are thrown into the deep end when they discover Aragorn has disappeared from Rivendell. Fearing the human has gone to find the demon, Muerte, and kill him once and for all for vengeance, Legolas hurries to find him with Elladan and Elrohir close behind. But as they get closer to the shadow of the demon, could the call of vengeance become too strong for any of them to resist?
WARNING ~ This fic contains accounts of torture and violent/tesne situations. If you don't like those kind of fics, DO NOT read this story. And another thing, there is absolutely NO romance in this story, got it? Not only is this story, like the two before it, dark and angsty, but I can't write romance to save my life!
I thought I should put the name translations of my made up characters here, in case you wondered what they mean. All of them, except Elmorn (which is elvish), are Spanish words *hugs her Spanish dictionary*
Elmorn ~ Dark Star (Elvish)
Avellana ~ Hazelnut
Zorro ~ Fox
Lazo ~ Lasso
Viento ~ Wind
Alma ~ Soul
Cielo ~ Sky
Halcon ~ Hawk
Sueno ~ Dream
Brisa ~ Breeze
Vidrio ~ Glass
Muerte ~ Death
The Lord Of The Rings
The Call Of Vengeance
Chapter 2-Of Fire And Ice
Aragorn's eyes shifted as they started to open, but wincing back from the light.
"It's alright, just wake up slowly." A female voice spoke gently to him.
Swallowing hard, Aragorn turned his head slowly towards the sound of the voice and stared up, waiting for his vision to come into focus.
The face of a young girl came to his sight. She smiled weakly at him, softly brushing a cloth across his forehead.
"It is alright, you are safe."
"For now." A male voice muttered darkly, though Aragorn didn't hear him.
"Zorro!" Avellana snapped under her breath. "Please, not right now."
Zorro was leaning against the wall next to the door of the small room, his arms crossed at his chest and his eyes narrowed at Aragorn.
"As soon as he is healed he will leave." He said.
"Zorro please!" Avellana sighed in frustration, though she had expected this.
"May I enquire as to who you both are and where I am." Aragorn interrupted quietly.
"Why? Do you not remember?" Zorro replied bitterly, standing upright. "Let me remind you Elmorn! Just over half a year ago you led an army of orcs into our village and destroyed it! You and those orcs killed so many of our friends and family…" His eyes narrowed further as he spoke the last words almost in a vicious hiss. "And you killed mine and Avellana's parents!"
Avellana looked down sadly at Aragorn while Zorro turned away with a growl, putting a hand to his face. Aragorn looked down and stared at the sheets curled around his fingers.
The memories of that night came flooding back to him…and so did the tears.
Muerte had thought it necessary to give him battle experience and had commanded him to take an army of orcs and completely destroy that small village…and he had done it.
The haunting, piercing screams of those terrified people struck his mind once more, only this time with a more devastating force. His hands crept across his face as his shoulders started hitching.
Avellana looked at Aragorn and leaned forward a little.
"I am sorry." The man whispered through his hands.
Zorro's eyes narrowed into slits, a new rage burning inside him. He stepped right next to Aragorn and was shouting, "Sorry? SORRY?! YOU THINK THAT'S GOING TO MAKE IT ALL RIGHT?!"
"Zorro!" Avellana cried, forcing the tears back from her eyes. "Your shouting will not make it all right either."
Zorro growled in fierce frustration and turned away, only looking back over his shoulder at Avellana.
"If you wish to live Elmorn, I would suggest you remain here. There are a lot of angry village folk who would like to see your blood spilled upon the ground."
He turned and left the room.
Avellana sighed and turned back to Aragorn.
"I am sorry…"
"No, I am the one who is sorry." Aragorn replied quietly. "I know it does little good, but I am sorry for what I have done."
"Yes…your eyes express that." She tilted her head slightly to the side. "Why did you save me?"
Aragorn stared into the girl's eyes then looked down once more.
"It is my duty to help those who need aid." He replied.
Avellana smiled lightly and replied, "I feel as though there was another reason. You need not tell me if you do not wish."
"Why did you save me?" Aragorn asked. "Knowing what I had done, why did you choose to save me?"
Avellana gathered the cloth in her hands and dipped in a bowl resting in her lap before gently running it across Aragorn's left arm.
"There is something about you…something different." She replied. "You are not like what you were before Elmorn, I just feel something different about you."
"Please…call me not that name." Aragorn asked. "You are right, I am not that person anymore. My name is Strider, Ranger of the North, it always has been."
"Strider?" Avellana fell silent for a moment. "Do you have family Strider?"
Aragorn looked at Avellana in surprise, he had not expected the question, but he nodded in response.
"They must miss you." She moved the cloth to the man's forehead. "What were you doing in the forest?"
"Searching for the demon that has caused so much suffering and death." The ranger replied with a bitter tone on his tongue.
"For vengeance?"
"I would not call it vengeance. I simply wish to end his existence of cruelty, pain and terror."
"I believe vengeance is part of the reason. How could it not be?" She stared at him once more. "Did he capture you? How did you become to be known as Elmorn?"
"Yes, he captured me and…" Aragorn bit his bottom lip. "He caused much suffering to me. That is how I became Elmorn." He smiled weakly. "But those I love have helped me over come that darkness and I am now Strider once more."
Avellana smiled knowingly a little, "Then you are on a quest for vengeance, but not just for yourself, for all those he has hurt. You wish to correct the evil that has been thread."
"I am…not sure anymore." Aragorn sighed. "My mind is clouded with so many emotions it is hard to tell them apart."
"I understand Strider." Avellana smiled. "What has happened has not been your fault and I will try to convince others of that."
"Do not cause yourself trouble on my part."
"Everyone deserves nothing but the truth. It will not be easy, but I will try."
"You believe me then?"
"Yes." She smiled. "The feelings within your eyes cannot be created falsely and I am not blinded by a need for vengeance like many here are, especially my older brother." She paused for a moment. "Do your family know your quest?"
Aragorn shifted uncomfortably and Avellana sighed.
"I wish not for anyone I care for to be hurt anymore." Aragorn replied softly. "Though I doubt that will stop them from following me."
"You are very brave." Avellana spoke softly. "To face your fears to ensure the safety of those you love. Your nobility is inspiring."
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"You should've killed him Zorro." Viento spoke, running his hand through his short black hair.
"Do not remind me." Zorro replied darkly. "I would have done so if not for my sister." He sighed. "She is the only family I have left."
"You have us too Zorro." Lazo said with a whole-hearted smiled, stroking the white neck of his steed. "Do not forget that."
Zorro couldn't help but smile and nodded his thanks to the light haired youth. No matter how heavy the situation, Lazo always seemed to cheer them up even in the slightest way somehow.
Lazo, Viento and Alma were Zorro's best friends and they had been since childhood. They were dedicated and focused and were the best warriors of their village home. None of them abandoned each other and their greatest test of friendship and strength came that night of the attack that had changed their lives.
"Do you think Avellana is right?" Alma asked.
"I do not know." Zorro sighed and sat down on the grassy ground where his mount, Halcon, grazed. The great black stallion tossed his head and nudged his master with his velvet nose.
"Well if Elmorn wishes to live, then Avellana had better be right about him, that's all I can say." Viento said, securing a saddle upon his own steed, Brisa. "I am going to inspect the boarders. If any of you wish to come with me I welcome the company."
"I will come." Zorro replied. "I need to relinquish my mind for a while and gather my thoughts." He rubbed Halcon's forehead. "Lazo, will you remain here and watch over my sister while I am gone?"
"Of course Zorro." The young man smiled and Sueno neighed in amusement. "Sueno and I both will watch her."
Viento chucked as Alma and Zorro mounted their horses, "Lazo when will you learn that that so-called beast of yours couldn't watch it's own new-born if it had one."
Sueno snorted in disgust and Brisa seemed to get the gist of the mock insult and bucked, through his master off his back. Zorro, Lazo and Alma laughed while the horse neighed in amusement. Viento glared at his horse and his friends.
Once he re-mounted Brisa he stirred the horse on without a word while the others tried to apologise. Lazo shook his head and patted Sueno's neck.
"You know that insult was only in jest, but it was entertaining I must admit." Sueno bobbed her head as if in agreement. "Once I have checked on Avellana I will come back to you my friend."
Lazo walked inside the small cabin of a home and walked into the room his friend's sister was occupying with the ranger. He poked his head round the door before coming it.
"Hello Lazo." Avellana smiled.
"Is he sleeping?" The fair-haired youth asked.
"Yes he is." She stood up and walked to a small drawer, taking out several bandages. "Could you help me change his bindings?"
Lazo merely nodded and walked next to Avellana, leaning down over Aragorn and gently unwinding the swathe over the man's right arm. He sighed.
"Avellana, do you REALLY think he has changed?"
"Yes, I do." She replied, not turning her attention away from her charge.
"How can you tell?"
"I can just feel it, but I cannot explain it." She sighed in some-what frustration. "If you talked with him, you would see and understand."
Lazo blinked several times before returning to the task at hand. He briefly glanced out the window, watching the sun slowly easing down from the sky.
"If you wish for some rest, I will watch him for a while."
Avellana smiled gratefully, "Thank you Lazo. I will take it when we have finished here."
The young man nodded and returned the smile.
He had a feeling that the approaching night would be a long one…and he would be proven right…
TBC…