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 6-The Longest Mile
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What is happening to the world?
Why do I see endless darkness
Where once I saw light
Where did the happy days go?
Do you still remember them?
Though they seem so long ago
Each lonely step I take I realise
This will be the longest mile
I have yet to take on this earth
And each lonely step I go
I fear for what awaits me
In the place called home
---------Halo Son
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The journey thus far had been in complete silence, other than the hushed chattering amongst the orcs.
They had travelled through the night and now the mid-morning sun was shinning rays down on to the land below, but little got through the thick brush of the dark forest.
Aragorn looked up and caught a glimpse of light through the tiny gaps in the trees. He looked over his shoulder towards his captive companions, guilt coursing through his veins.
And he had yet to see what lay ahead for him in Rivendell, his home.
He knew what the demon was planning and valar forgive him he had tried to stop it, with every ounce of strength within him he had desperately tried, but as he had told the others before he had little say or choice in the matter…and tried just wasn't good enough.
"We will take rest here for a while before we continue." Aragorn's voice echoed through the trees.
The elves looked up at the man while the humans looked at each other, trying to find some comfort. The orcs looked less than pleased, but Aragorn matched their glare.
"Would you have them brought before Muerte drained of strength? And need I remind you he wishes them brought to him unharmed."
The orcs hisses to themselves before forcing their captives to sit together on the dry ground.
Aragorn watched them closely for a few minutes before walking towards his friends. Without a word he grabbed Legolas' arm and heaved the elf up on to his feet.
The orcs looked questionably at the human, but he simply said, "Watch the rest and do not harm them. I am going to the river with this one. Watch me too if you fear I will set this elf free, but you must take my word I will not do so."
Aragorn, still holding Legolas' arm, walked past a few tree and down a small hill where below a river flowed briskly, its surface sparkling in the afternoon sun.
The ranger halted on the river's banks and eased his elven friend back down on the ground and wordlessly ripping a strip of fabric from his cloak and dipping it in the cool water.
"Perhaps you would like to explain to me what is going on." Legolas spoke quietly in elvish as he watched the man turn back to him, dabbing the damp cloth on a cut across his temple.
"What would you have me say Legolas?" Aragorn retorted in the same tongue. "I do not even know where to start."
"The beginning would be a good place to start."
"Very well. This all started when an elf and a man had an argument and…"
"I am serious Strider."
"As am I. That was how all these foul doings started was it not?"
Legolas sighed in frustration and the faintest of smiles formed on the man's lips for a brief moment.
"I mean what happened to you…that night?"
"You mean when Muerte captured me in the village?" Aragorn glanced into Legolas' eyes before returning his gaze to his task. "The last thing I remember of that night was calling to Zorro. When I awoke I was in an orc camp and Muerte was standing over me."
Aragorn shook his head as foul memories once more rose into his head and Legolas caught the brief glimpse of pain in the man's eyes.
"What did he do to you Aragorn?" Legolas asked in a whisper.
"He did not hurt me." The human replied, tying off the cloth that now wrapped around Legolas' temple. "We just talked to me, taunting me a few times."
"And?"
Aragorn sighed heavily and put one hand to his head, his mind still reeling over the events during the past few days.
"He made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
"What?!" A sense of disgust and even betrayal echoed in the elf's stunned voice.
Aragorn looked at his elven friend sharply, catching him straight in the eyes.
"He gave me a choice: Either I do exactly as he commanded, or I would watch everyone and everything I know and love die at his hands."
Legolas was stunned. He didn't know what to say.
He could see the overwhelming pain, grief, regret and disgust in the man's eyes for being forced into the obvious choice he would take. Aragorn's hands were clenched together so tightly the knuckles were white.
"I had no choice Legolas!" He suddenly shouted, not caring if the whole world heard him. "If I had had another choice I would've taken it without hesitation, but I had none! I would condemn everything I care for to suffer a horrific fate of death and endless torture by him, so I chose to do what he wanted of me." The last words were but a whisper.
Legolas watched helplessly as Aragorn turned his face from him, his whole frame shaking with fierce sobs. More than anything the elf wanted to reach out and comfort his friend, but he couldn't even do that.
"Aragorn…it's not your fault."
"Is it not?!" The man replied bitterly. "This whole escapade is my fault, right from the very beginning, when we had that argument. That was my fault, for I should not have snapped at you, so everything that has happened since then is my fault."
"Aragorn stop!" Legolas demanded. "You cannot blame yourself for things that have been out of your control. Elladan does that enough without you starting!"
There was a moment of silence between the man and the elf.
"You do not know what he is planning."
Legolas arched a questionable eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, his long golden hair seemingly flowing across his shoulder.
"What is he planning?"
Aragorn looked over at Legolas then walked to him, kneeling down next to him.
"You'll find out all too soon." The man replied in a whisper. "But tell me something Legolas. If you had to, for the sake of everything and everyone you cared for, would you kill me?"
Legolas blinked in surprise, not comprehending what Aragorn was asking him.
"Would you Legolas?" Aragorn repeated.
"What do you mean would I kill you?!" Legolas nearly exploded. "Of course I wouldn't kill you! You're my friend!"
"Legolas…what if you had to, for the sake of everyone you cared for?"
"Aragorn stop this now! If you think that the end of this is going to lead to your death then your wrong! I will not kill you, nor will anyone else!"
Aragorn stood up and regarded Legolas for a moment, simple staring at him as though he were in a trance.
"Your right." Aragorn spoke in a whisper. "No one will…not even Muerte…not now…"
Aragorn helped Legolas to his feet and both man and elf returned to the small camp up on the hill.
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Aragorn led the way in silence, only glancing around on the odd occasion to make sure the orcs were keeping to his orders.
Elladan leaned forward slightly as he walked behind Legolas and whispered in the elf prince's ear.
"What did Estel say to you?"
Legolas glanced at the orcs before turning his head to Elladan.
"He told me that when he awoke after Muerte had captured him, the demon had given him a choice."
Elladan nodded, "I think I can guess what that choice was."
"He has blamed himself for everything that has happened too, much like you."
Elladan rolled his eyes and sighed, "Anything else?"
Legolas paused. He wasn't sure whether he should tell Elladan what Aragorn had asked him. Elladan looked worried.
"Legolas?"
The elf prince sighed.
"Aragorn asked me if, for the sake of everything we love, would I kill him if it meant they would live."
Elladan's eyes went wide with shock and fear. His breath caught in his throat and breathing suddenly became a small problem.
"W-What?! Why would he ask that?! I-I don't understand!"
"Nor I Elladan." Legolas replied. "But Aragorn also said that no one would kill him now, not even Muerte. I do not know what he means but I am fearful. We must watch everything carefully and closely."
Elladan nodded in agreement and walked upright once more, his mind going over what Legolas had told him.
The group then reached the familiar hill peak that overlooks Rivendell, but what they saw shocked them more deeply and more ferociously than they could ever imagine.
The entire valley of Imladris was lost in an almighty shadow, as if a giant cloud had come overhead and stopped all and any sunlight from shinning through. Even worse…there were orcs everywhere…
But only Aragorn knew the reason why…
Muerte had taken over Rivendell…
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!
The Lord Of The Rings
The Call Of Vengeance
Chapter 6-The Longest Mile
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What is happening to the world?
Why do I see endless darkness
Where once I saw light
Where did the happy days go?
Do you still remember them?
Though they seem so long ago
Each lonely step I take I realise
This will be the longest mile
I have yet to take on this earth
And each lonely step I go
I fear for what awaits me
In the place called home
---------Halo Son
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The journey thus far had been in complete silence, other than the hushed chattering amongst the orcs.
They had travelled through the night and now the mid-morning sun was shinning rays down on to the land below, but little got through the thick brush of the dark forest.
Aragorn looked up and caught a glimpse of light through the tiny gaps in the trees. He looked over his shoulder towards his captive companions, guilt coursing through his veins.
And he had yet to see what lay ahead for him in Rivendell, his home.
He knew what the demon was planning and valar forgive him he had tried to stop it, with every ounce of strength within him he had desperately tried, but as he had told the others before he had little say or choice in the matter…and tried just wasn't good enough.
"We will take rest here for a while before we continue." Aragorn's voice echoed through the trees.
The elves looked up at the man while the humans looked at each other, trying to find some comfort. The orcs looked less than pleased, but Aragorn matched their glare.
"Would you have them brought before Muerte drained of strength? And need I remind you he wishes them brought to him unharmed."
The orcs hisses to themselves before forcing their captives to sit together on the dry ground.
Aragorn watched them closely for a few minutes before walking towards his friends. Without a word he grabbed Legolas' arm and heaved the elf up on to his feet.
The orcs looked questionably at the human, but he simply said, "Watch the rest and do not harm them. I am going to the river with this one. Watch me too if you fear I will set this elf free, but you must take my word I will not do so."
Aragorn, still holding Legolas' arm, walked past a few tree and down a small hill where below a river flowed briskly, its surface sparkling in the afternoon sun.
The ranger halted on the river's banks and eased his elven friend back down on the ground and wordlessly ripping a strip of fabric from his cloak and dipping it in the cool water.
"Perhaps you would like to explain to me what is going on." Legolas spoke quietly in elvish as he watched the man turn back to him, dabbing the damp cloth on a cut across his temple.
"What would you have me say Legolas?" Aragorn retorted in the same tongue. "I do not even know where to start."
"The beginning would be a good place to start."
"Very well. This all started when an elf and a man had an argument and…"
"I am serious Strider."
"As am I. That was how all these foul doings started was it not?"
Legolas sighed in frustration and the faintest of smiles formed on the man's lips for a brief moment.
"I mean what happened to you…that night?"
"You mean when Muerte captured me in the village?" Aragorn glanced into Legolas' eyes before returning his gaze to his task. "The last thing I remember of that night was calling to Zorro. When I awoke I was in an orc camp and Muerte was standing over me."
Aragorn shook his head as foul memories once more rose into his head and Legolas caught the brief glimpse of pain in the man's eyes.
"What did he do to you Aragorn?" Legolas asked in a whisper.
"He did not hurt me." The human replied, tying off the cloth that now wrapped around Legolas' temple. "We just talked to me, taunting me a few times."
"And?"
Aragorn sighed heavily and put one hand to his head, his mind still reeling over the events during the past few days.
"He made me an offer I couldn't refuse."
"What?!" A sense of disgust and even betrayal echoed in the elf's stunned voice.
Aragorn looked at his elven friend sharply, catching him straight in the eyes.
"He gave me a choice: Either I do exactly as he commanded, or I would watch everyone and everything I know and love die at his hands."
Legolas was stunned. He didn't know what to say.
He could see the overwhelming pain, grief, regret and disgust in the man's eyes for being forced into the obvious choice he would take. Aragorn's hands were clenched together so tightly the knuckles were white.
"I had no choice Legolas!" He suddenly shouted, not caring if the whole world heard him. "If I had had another choice I would've taken it without hesitation, but I had none! I would condemn everything I care for to suffer a horrific fate of death and endless torture by him, so I chose to do what he wanted of me." The last words were but a whisper.
Legolas watched helplessly as Aragorn turned his face from him, his whole frame shaking with fierce sobs. More than anything the elf wanted to reach out and comfort his friend, but he couldn't even do that.
"Aragorn…it's not your fault."
"Is it not?!" The man replied bitterly. "This whole escapade is my fault, right from the very beginning, when we had that argument. That was my fault, for I should not have snapped at you, so everything that has happened since then is my fault."
"Aragorn stop!" Legolas demanded. "You cannot blame yourself for things that have been out of your control. Elladan does that enough without you starting!"
There was a moment of silence between the man and the elf.
"You do not know what he is planning."
Legolas arched a questionable eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, his long golden hair seemingly flowing across his shoulder.
"What is he planning?"
Aragorn looked over at Legolas then walked to him, kneeling down next to him.
"You'll find out all too soon." The man replied in a whisper. "But tell me something Legolas. If you had to, for the sake of everything and everyone you cared for, would you kill me?"
Legolas blinked in surprise, not comprehending what Aragorn was asking him.
"Would you Legolas?" Aragorn repeated.
"What do you mean would I kill you?!" Legolas nearly exploded. "Of course I wouldn't kill you! You're my friend!"
"Legolas…what if you had to, for the sake of everyone you cared for?"
"Aragorn stop this now! If you think that the end of this is going to lead to your death then your wrong! I will not kill you, nor will anyone else!"
Aragorn stood up and regarded Legolas for a moment, simple staring at him as though he were in a trance.
"Your right." Aragorn spoke in a whisper. "No one will…not even Muerte…not now…"
Aragorn helped Legolas to his feet and both man and elf returned to the small camp up on the hill.
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Aragorn led the way in silence, only glancing around on the odd occasion to make sure the orcs were keeping to his orders.
Elladan leaned forward slightly as he walked behind Legolas and whispered in the elf prince's ear.
"What did Estel say to you?"
Legolas glanced at the orcs before turning his head to Elladan.
"He told me that when he awoke after Muerte had captured him, the demon had given him a choice."
Elladan nodded, "I think I can guess what that choice was."
"He has blamed himself for everything that has happened too, much like you."
Elladan rolled his eyes and sighed, "Anything else?"
Legolas paused. He wasn't sure whether he should tell Elladan what Aragorn had asked him. Elladan looked worried.
"Legolas?"
The elf prince sighed.
"Aragorn asked me if, for the sake of everything we love, would I kill him if it meant they would live."
Elladan's eyes went wide with shock and fear. His breath caught in his throat and breathing suddenly became a small problem.
"W-What?! Why would he ask that?! I-I don't understand!"
"Nor I Elladan." Legolas replied. "But Aragorn also said that no one would kill him now, not even Muerte. I do not know what he means but I am fearful. We must watch everything carefully and closely."
Elladan nodded in agreement and walked upright once more, his mind going over what Legolas had told him.
The group then reached the familiar hill peak that overlooks Rivendell, but what they saw shocked them more deeply and more ferociously than they could ever imagine.
The entire valley of Imladris was lost in an almighty shadow, as if a giant cloud had come overhead and stopped all and any sunlight from shinning through. Even worse…there were orcs everywhere…
But only Aragorn knew the reason why…
Muerte had taken over Rivendell…
TBC…