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!
The Lord Of The Rings
The Call Of Vengeance
Chapter 5-And Light Became Darkness
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But if I started over
I know I would choose
The same joys
The same sadness
Each step of the way
That fought me and taught me
That friends never say
Never say goodbye
-----Elton John ~ Friends Never Say Goodbye
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The four elves and Avellana rode without rest for most of the day, determined to get back to the village.
As they approached it's eastern side, they smoke rising into the sky and the air was thick with the smell of burning destruction and death.
It was a sorrowful sight when they came down the path leading into the village.
Most of the houses were burnt down and lying in broken ruins on the ground. A few people were still left in the village and there were crying out for loved ones, which were no doubt either trapped in the fallen structures or lying somewhere dead.
Tears were flowing down Avellana's eyes as she looked at the devastation and the elves were deadly silent, shocked by what they saw.
Elladan felt his fists clench around Vidrio's harness as his twin brother tensed behind him.
"All these men, woman and children…" Elrohir whispered just loud enough for Elladan to hear him. "They had no warning…"
Elladan reached back and took one of Elrohir's hands in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Elrohir looked up to his twin but Elladan didn't face him.
The older twin's face was emotionless, but that was simply a mask in which to hold all the raging feelings within him. Elrohir could sense the struggle Elladan was having trying not to lash out and he squeezed his twin's hand back to give his own reassurance.
"Avellana!"
The girl's head turned at the sound of the voice and when she caught sight of the person running up to her she cried back, "Castana!"
Avellana jumped from Cielo's back and run to embrace her light haired friend, hugging her tightly when the two met.
"You live Castana!"
"As do you Avellana, I was so scared when Zorro left…"
Glorfindel, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir dismounted the two horses and listened in silence to the conversation between Avellana and Castana.
"Zorro left?" Avellana's voice grew in anxiety. "Why did he leave and when?"
"It was after the demon and the orcs fell back into the forest." Castana replied. "Zorro, Viento and Alma followed them some time later, though they all looked rather hurt." She paused, hugging Avellana again. "Oh I was so afraid it was you the demon had taken and my fear was only made worse when Zorro and the others followed."
Elrohir drew a sharp breath that hissed in his throat and was loud enough to turn the attention of the two young women. Castana gasped in surprise.
"Elves!"
Avellana smiled, "It is alright, they are new friends." She introduced each of them. "Glorfindel, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir, this is one of my best friends, Castana." She turned back to the younger girl. "They are searching for Strider and I am helping them."
"Strider?" Castana said. "I have not seen him since the day before last. I am afraid he might be under…all these ruins…I know not."
"If the demon did not take Avellana, then who did he take? Could it have been Estel?" Elladan asked fearfully.
"Estel?"
"That is what the elves call Strider." Avellana cleared up the confusion.
Castana shrugged, "It could have been, but I only caught a glimpse of the demon holding someone while retreating into the trees and he was too far for me to see clearly who it was. I am sorry."
"It is alright." Glorfindel spoke. "Which way did the demon did go?"
Castana pointed towards the right side of the forest surrounding the front of the village, "Through the trees there. Zorro, Viento and Alma followed sometime after."
Both Elladan and Elrohir's breathing increased in pace and Glorfindel frowned.
"If Muerte continued to follow that path it would take him close to Rivendell, too close." Glorfindel spoke quietly.
"We must take that path with haste!" Elladan said.
Not needing to be told twice, Legolas leapt on to Vidrio's back and urged the horse to run. As the stallion galloped past, Elladan jumped on behind Legolas.
"Elladan! Legolas!" Elrohir yelled.
"Come on Elrohir." Glorfindel said quickly, going to Brisa and snatching the dangling harness in his hands.
"Castana, I have to leave with them now." Avellana said, mounting Cielo.
"Please, let me come with you." Castana asked.
"It is too dangerous."
"Yes, and that is why I want to come. I cannot let you face that danger alone and I'm sure Zorro would not wish for you to face it at all."
Before Avellana could say anymore, Castana had hoisted herself on to Cielo's back and the mare had burst into a strong gallop after Vidrio and Brisa.
But through the trees none of them got very far.
A roar of furious sound stopped Vidrio in his tracks and caused the stallion to shriek and rear, throwing off the two elves upon his back.
Brisa and Cielo too stopped behind Vidrio and became skittish, and with good reason. For in front of the four elves and two humans, emerging from the trees, came a hoard of orcs.
"It's an ambush!" Elladan cried, hurrying to his feet and reaching for his bow that lay on the ground.
"Avellana go!" Glorfindel cried. "Make haste and leave!"
As Avellana started to protest, Cielo turned but could go no where. The six companions were surrounded in a circle.
The horses shrieked and reared upward, Avellana and Castana were barely able to keep a hold strong enough to stay on Cielo's back.
As the orcs ran forward to attack the elves and humans, Glorfindel positioned himself in front of Cielo in an attempt to protect Avellana and Castana and Elladan, Legolas and Elrohir kept their backs to each other, firing arrows in opposite directions.
But it seemed for every orc they felled, two came back in its place.
"What devilry is this?" Elladan yelled in frustration. "Where are all these orcs coming from?"
"I can only guess." Legolas replied darkly under his breath.
"He knew we would come, so he sent his orc minions to lie in wait for us." Elrohir added.
As the last of the elves' arrows were spent, they resorted to their concealed daggers and engaged in hand to hand combat with their enemies.
For a moment everyone was surprised to hear an almighty yell and no a moment later Halcon burst through the trees to the left of the fight bearing Zorro, Viento and Alma with him.
"Zorro!" Avellana cried in obvious delight.
The three young warriors leapt from the great black steed and immediately entered the fight with the orcs.
Zorro ran to fight by Glorfindel's side in protecting his sister and her friend while Viento and Alma assisted the other three elves. The horses continued to rear in an attempt to trample the orcs under them.
It resumed like this for a few minutes before everything changed…
Near the line of trees ahead, one orc was notching an ominous looking arrow to its bow, raising it and taking aim.
Alma felt a shiver go up his spine and he spun his head around and saw the orc. He followed the invisible line of aim the orc intended for the arrow and found its target.
Elladan.
His eyes widened and instincts took over. He didn't even know the elf, but he couldn't let him die. Swiping at any orc that got in his way, Alma forced his way through the battle towards Legolas and the twins.
The orc pulled back the arrow, letting the tension gather within the shaft.
As in slow motion, the cry came and the unexpected force of a shove slammed into Elladan and he turned his head in surprise to see Alma pushing him aside, for what reason he found out in the next heart stopping second.
The arrow was released, a shrill whistle filled the air and a sharp grunt echoed through the air.
The first second Elladan only saw Alma pushing him out of harm's way and the next second, after he had blinked, the dark haired elf saw a horrid arrow protruding from the young man's chest.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Everyone froze, including the orcs and turned to see Alma fall limp on the ground next to Elladan.
"ALMA!" Zorro yelled and rushed to his friend's side followed by Viento.
Elladan sat on the ground, breathing hard as he tried to comprehend what had just happened; he didn't even notice Elrohir's hand wrap around his shoulders.
Zorro skidded down on his knees and wrapped his arms around Alma's shoulders, turning the young man over so he rested upon his chest. Weak, dull cast eyes looked up at Zorro as Alma coughed weakly, a trickle of blood run from the corner of his mouth.
"Alma, are you alright?" Zorro asked in a whisper as Viento fell next to him. "Speak to me my friend."
Alma blinked once before his eyes slid closed and his head rolled slightly to the side and a faint breath escaped his mouth…
…and then there was silence.
Zorro's eyes widened and he gently shook the young man and called his name softly to arouse him, but Alma did not awake again.
Zorro felt hot tears stain his face and he could not control himself as he leant forward, bringing Alma's head under his chin and his cries of anguish filtered through the trees.
Vidrio walked forward and nudged his master's pale, limp hand where it rested on the ground, but he did not stir. The horse then nipped Alma's hair, but still the young man did not move. Vidrio lowered his head in defeat.
Alma was dead.
The orcs smirked and jeered all around the elves and humans and this cause their anger to rise.
Zorro spied Alma's dagger lying by his side of the ground and slowly took it in his own hands.
"I swear Alma." The young warrior whispered in his still friend's ear. "I shall avenge you my friend."
With an intensely powerful scream of rage, Zorro leapt to his feet and spun around, ready to slain all the orcs before him.
But he was never given the chance to kill even one.
Another whistled sounded the air and narrowly missed Zorro's head and embedded itself in a near by tree. Zorro froze on the spot, looking for where the shaft had come from, as to were the others, now on their feet.
"STOP THIS FOLLY!"
Everyone turned and there, standing by the tree line to the right, was Aragorn.
"Estel!" Elladan and Elrohir cried together.
"Thank the Valar you are alright!" Legolas smiled, taking a step towards his friend.
However a hand grabbed the elf prince's arm and halted him. It was Glorfindel.
"Glorfindel? What's wrong?"
The elf had a firm, hard expression on his face and his eyes were fixed on Aragorn. Legolas turned back to Aragorn and watched him.
"Strider?"
Without a word and without an expression, Aragorn lifted his bow, notched an arrow and aimed it on the elves.
"You are all coming with me." He spoke in a low voice.
The orcs smirked at the shocked expressions on their captor's faces and moved in to bind them with ropes.
"Do not move, do not struggle and you will not be harmed." Aragorn added.
"Estel what are you doing?!" Elladan yelled, glaring at the orcs.
"I have no choice!" Aragorn cried, still holding true his bow with the arrow, but now his face was flooded with pain and despair. "Please Elladan, just do as I ask."
Once all their hands had been bound behind their backs, Aragorn lowered his bow and returned his arrow to his quiver. He slowly walked over to the elves and humans and they could clearly see that he was loathed to do what he was doing, but he was being forced to do it.
Therefore they knew, something dire had happened and indeed it had been him the demon had captured that night in the village.
Legolas noted how his friend's breathing was hitched and his face was contorted in a hidden rage and anger at himself. The elf prince watched sorrowfully as a single tear slipped down the man's pale cheeks.
"Come." He said in but a bitter whisper. "He is waiting for us."
Aragorn led the way through the trees with the orcs to the side and behind their prisoners, sneering at them.
The only signs left that a battle took place was the bodies littering the forest floor, one of being Alma's, his light hair waving limply in the wind.
TBC…
A/N ~ SORRY!!!! *Runs from angry viewers* I promise more will come sooner! I just have been SOOOOOOOOOOOOO busy!
I hereby recommend that EVERYONE go to the cinema and watch The Two Towers at LEAST twice, if not more. I'm going to see it at the very least ten times, I have vowed to it.
"Toss me, but don't tell the elf!"
FOCL!!!! Oh thank the Valar, Gimli was the comic relief for that film.
*Sniffles and sobs* Haldir…NOOOOOOO!!!
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!
The Lord Of The Rings
The Call Of Vengeance
Chapter 5-And Light Became Darkness
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
But if I started over
I know I would choose
The same joys
The same sadness
Each step of the way
That fought me and taught me
That friends never say
Never say goodbye
-----Elton John ~ Friends Never Say Goodbye
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The four elves and Avellana rode without rest for most of the day, determined to get back to the village.
As they approached it's eastern side, they smoke rising into the sky and the air was thick with the smell of burning destruction and death.
It was a sorrowful sight when they came down the path leading into the village.
Most of the houses were burnt down and lying in broken ruins on the ground. A few people were still left in the village and there were crying out for loved ones, which were no doubt either trapped in the fallen structures or lying somewhere dead.
Tears were flowing down Avellana's eyes as she looked at the devastation and the elves were deadly silent, shocked by what they saw.
Elladan felt his fists clench around Vidrio's harness as his twin brother tensed behind him.
"All these men, woman and children…" Elrohir whispered just loud enough for Elladan to hear him. "They had no warning…"
Elladan reached back and took one of Elrohir's hands in his own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Elrohir looked up to his twin but Elladan didn't face him.
The older twin's face was emotionless, but that was simply a mask in which to hold all the raging feelings within him. Elrohir could sense the struggle Elladan was having trying not to lash out and he squeezed his twin's hand back to give his own reassurance.
"Avellana!"
The girl's head turned at the sound of the voice and when she caught sight of the person running up to her she cried back, "Castana!"
Avellana jumped from Cielo's back and run to embrace her light haired friend, hugging her tightly when the two met.
"You live Castana!"
"As do you Avellana, I was so scared when Zorro left…"
Glorfindel, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir dismounted the two horses and listened in silence to the conversation between Avellana and Castana.
"Zorro left?" Avellana's voice grew in anxiety. "Why did he leave and when?"
"It was after the demon and the orcs fell back into the forest." Castana replied. "Zorro, Viento and Alma followed them some time later, though they all looked rather hurt." She paused, hugging Avellana again. "Oh I was so afraid it was you the demon had taken and my fear was only made worse when Zorro and the others followed."
Elrohir drew a sharp breath that hissed in his throat and was loud enough to turn the attention of the two young women. Castana gasped in surprise.
"Elves!"
Avellana smiled, "It is alright, they are new friends." She introduced each of them. "Glorfindel, Legolas, Elladan and Elrohir, this is one of my best friends, Castana." She turned back to the younger girl. "They are searching for Strider and I am helping them."
"Strider?" Castana said. "I have not seen him since the day before last. I am afraid he might be under…all these ruins…I know not."
"If the demon did not take Avellana, then who did he take? Could it have been Estel?" Elladan asked fearfully.
"Estel?"
"That is what the elves call Strider." Avellana cleared up the confusion.
Castana shrugged, "It could have been, but I only caught a glimpse of the demon holding someone while retreating into the trees and he was too far for me to see clearly who it was. I am sorry."
"It is alright." Glorfindel spoke. "Which way did the demon did go?"
Castana pointed towards the right side of the forest surrounding the front of the village, "Through the trees there. Zorro, Viento and Alma followed sometime after."
Both Elladan and Elrohir's breathing increased in pace and Glorfindel frowned.
"If Muerte continued to follow that path it would take him close to Rivendell, too close." Glorfindel spoke quietly.
"We must take that path with haste!" Elladan said.
Not needing to be told twice, Legolas leapt on to Vidrio's back and urged the horse to run. As the stallion galloped past, Elladan jumped on behind Legolas.
"Elladan! Legolas!" Elrohir yelled.
"Come on Elrohir." Glorfindel said quickly, going to Brisa and snatching the dangling harness in his hands.
"Castana, I have to leave with them now." Avellana said, mounting Cielo.
"Please, let me come with you." Castana asked.
"It is too dangerous."
"Yes, and that is why I want to come. I cannot let you face that danger alone and I'm sure Zorro would not wish for you to face it at all."
Before Avellana could say anymore, Castana had hoisted herself on to Cielo's back and the mare had burst into a strong gallop after Vidrio and Brisa.
But through the trees none of them got very far.
A roar of furious sound stopped Vidrio in his tracks and caused the stallion to shriek and rear, throwing off the two elves upon his back.
Brisa and Cielo too stopped behind Vidrio and became skittish, and with good reason. For in front of the four elves and two humans, emerging from the trees, came a hoard of orcs.
"It's an ambush!" Elladan cried, hurrying to his feet and reaching for his bow that lay on the ground.
"Avellana go!" Glorfindel cried. "Make haste and leave!"
As Avellana started to protest, Cielo turned but could go no where. The six companions were surrounded in a circle.
The horses shrieked and reared upward, Avellana and Castana were barely able to keep a hold strong enough to stay on Cielo's back.
As the orcs ran forward to attack the elves and humans, Glorfindel positioned himself in front of Cielo in an attempt to protect Avellana and Castana and Elladan, Legolas and Elrohir kept their backs to each other, firing arrows in opposite directions.
But it seemed for every orc they felled, two came back in its place.
"What devilry is this?" Elladan yelled in frustration. "Where are all these orcs coming from?"
"I can only guess." Legolas replied darkly under his breath.
"He knew we would come, so he sent his orc minions to lie in wait for us." Elrohir added.
As the last of the elves' arrows were spent, they resorted to their concealed daggers and engaged in hand to hand combat with their enemies.
For a moment everyone was surprised to hear an almighty yell and no a moment later Halcon burst through the trees to the left of the fight bearing Zorro, Viento and Alma with him.
"Zorro!" Avellana cried in obvious delight.
The three young warriors leapt from the great black steed and immediately entered the fight with the orcs.
Zorro ran to fight by Glorfindel's side in protecting his sister and her friend while Viento and Alma assisted the other three elves. The horses continued to rear in an attempt to trample the orcs under them.
It resumed like this for a few minutes before everything changed…
Near the line of trees ahead, one orc was notching an ominous looking arrow to its bow, raising it and taking aim.
Alma felt a shiver go up his spine and he spun his head around and saw the orc. He followed the invisible line of aim the orc intended for the arrow and found its target.
Elladan.
His eyes widened and instincts took over. He didn't even know the elf, but he couldn't let him die. Swiping at any orc that got in his way, Alma forced his way through the battle towards Legolas and the twins.
The orc pulled back the arrow, letting the tension gather within the shaft.
As in slow motion, the cry came and the unexpected force of a shove slammed into Elladan and he turned his head in surprise to see Alma pushing him aside, for what reason he found out in the next heart stopping second.
The arrow was released, a shrill whistle filled the air and a sharp grunt echoed through the air.
The first second Elladan only saw Alma pushing him out of harm's way and the next second, after he had blinked, the dark haired elf saw a horrid arrow protruding from the young man's chest.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Everyone froze, including the orcs and turned to see Alma fall limp on the ground next to Elladan.
"ALMA!" Zorro yelled and rushed to his friend's side followed by Viento.
Elladan sat on the ground, breathing hard as he tried to comprehend what had just happened; he didn't even notice Elrohir's hand wrap around his shoulders.
Zorro skidded down on his knees and wrapped his arms around Alma's shoulders, turning the young man over so he rested upon his chest. Weak, dull cast eyes looked up at Zorro as Alma coughed weakly, a trickle of blood run from the corner of his mouth.
"Alma, are you alright?" Zorro asked in a whisper as Viento fell next to him. "Speak to me my friend."
Alma blinked once before his eyes slid closed and his head rolled slightly to the side and a faint breath escaped his mouth…
…and then there was silence.
Zorro's eyes widened and he gently shook the young man and called his name softly to arouse him, but Alma did not awake again.
Zorro felt hot tears stain his face and he could not control himself as he leant forward, bringing Alma's head under his chin and his cries of anguish filtered through the trees.
Vidrio walked forward and nudged his master's pale, limp hand where it rested on the ground, but he did not stir. The horse then nipped Alma's hair, but still the young man did not move. Vidrio lowered his head in defeat.
Alma was dead.
The orcs smirked and jeered all around the elves and humans and this cause their anger to rise.
Zorro spied Alma's dagger lying by his side of the ground and slowly took it in his own hands.
"I swear Alma." The young warrior whispered in his still friend's ear. "I shall avenge you my friend."
With an intensely powerful scream of rage, Zorro leapt to his feet and spun around, ready to slain all the orcs before him.
But he was never given the chance to kill even one.
Another whistled sounded the air and narrowly missed Zorro's head and embedded itself in a near by tree. Zorro froze on the spot, looking for where the shaft had come from, as to were the others, now on their feet.
"STOP THIS FOLLY!"
Everyone turned and there, standing by the tree line to the right, was Aragorn.
"Estel!" Elladan and Elrohir cried together.
"Thank the Valar you are alright!" Legolas smiled, taking a step towards his friend.
However a hand grabbed the elf prince's arm and halted him. It was Glorfindel.
"Glorfindel? What's wrong?"
The elf had a firm, hard expression on his face and his eyes were fixed on Aragorn. Legolas turned back to Aragorn and watched him.
"Strider?"
Without a word and without an expression, Aragorn lifted his bow, notched an arrow and aimed it on the elves.
"You are all coming with me." He spoke in a low voice.
The orcs smirked at the shocked expressions on their captor's faces and moved in to bind them with ropes.
"Do not move, do not struggle and you will not be harmed." Aragorn added.
"Estel what are you doing?!" Elladan yelled, glaring at the orcs.
"I have no choice!" Aragorn cried, still holding true his bow with the arrow, but now his face was flooded with pain and despair. "Please Elladan, just do as I ask."
Once all their hands had been bound behind their backs, Aragorn lowered his bow and returned his arrow to his quiver. He slowly walked over to the elves and humans and they could clearly see that he was loathed to do what he was doing, but he was being forced to do it.
Therefore they knew, something dire had happened and indeed it had been him the demon had captured that night in the village.
Legolas noted how his friend's breathing was hitched and his face was contorted in a hidden rage and anger at himself. The elf prince watched sorrowfully as a single tear slipped down the man's pale cheeks.
"Come." He said in but a bitter whisper. "He is waiting for us."
Aragorn led the way through the trees with the orcs to the side and behind their prisoners, sneering at them.
The only signs left that a battle took place was the bodies littering the forest floor, one of being Alma's, his light hair waving limply in the wind.
TBC…
A/N ~ SORRY!!!! *Runs from angry viewers* I promise more will come sooner! I just have been SOOOOOOOOOOOOO busy!
I hereby recommend that EVERYONE go to the cinema and watch The Two Towers at LEAST twice, if not more. I'm going to see it at the very least ten times, I have vowed to it.
"Toss me, but don't tell the elf!"
FOCL!!!! Oh thank the Valar, Gimli was the comic relief for that film.
*Sniffles and sobs* Haldir…NOOOOOOO!!!