First I would like to say thank you to all the people that reviewed. I only remember three people from my last chapter, so if I forgot you're name, please feel free to hit me with a stick.
Thank you's:
Alida-Fruit: You want longer? Here ya go. Really don't know if it's long.
luv lil *bee: I'll take that as a hint.
Shauna: Well, I need some Legolas torture in this story. Don't worry though, high and mighty will get his death.
If I forgot anyone or I spelled your name wrong, please tell me. Anywho, onto our story.
Strider looked down at the sleeping form of his friend. Does Legolas even know it's him? It's been years since they seen each other. Strider has grown to a man. He pulled his friend closer to his chest as they passed over a river, leading away from Mirkwood. Strider hoped the other elves will find the guards and his neckless.
"Strider, when we get home, I want you to take the elf to the slave quarters. Get him cleaned up and fed. I will deal with him tomorrow."
"Yes King Celva," Strider said. He looked down at Legoals and saw his friend was waking. He tightened his hold, not wanting Legolas to fall off the horse. 'Hold still, my nilde.' [friend in Quenya]
'What happened?' Legolas asked in a whisper. He looked up at grey eyes and relized he was being held. He started to stuggle, which Strider started to worry about. If Celva knew he was awake, he would take Legoals from him.
'Daro,' [Stop] he whispered.
'Who are you? Man ess lin?' [What is your name?]
'Strider ess lin. We are friends.' [My name is Strider]
'I do not know a Strider. I only know one man and that's...'
'Estel. I am Estel. Legolas it's me.'
'What's going Estel? What's going on?'
'You must be quiet, my nilde. If King Celva hears you, he will take you from me.'
'I must go back. Night is almost upon us and I must get home.'
'Sorry Legolas. You will be coming with me. I left my neckless behind, I hope your brothers find it.'
'You still not have answered my question. What's going on?'
'Can not say. Now sleep.' Strider pulled a cloth from his pocket and placed it over Legolas's mouth and noise. He hated to do this, but he couldn't see his friend in the kings arms. Legolas struggled to get free. 'Be calm.' He noticed Legolas stopped his struggles and went limped just as Celva looked behind him. Strider put the cloth away.
"Strider?"
"Nothing, my king. I was cleaning the dirt from his face. He seens to be getting a fever so he won't be able to get up for some time."
"I guess I can take that answer. I want you to be careing for him. You have been with me longer and I believe you can take care of the elf. I will dismiss your work till further notice."
"Thank you, King Celva." Strider smiled. This was good, yet it was true. Legolas was getting a fever. Elves never get sick, so he needed to get to his things fast.
The ride to the palace was slow. They reached it by nightfall. strider got off his horse, still holding Legolas to his chest, tightly as if he were going to fly away from him in the wind. He looked up and saw black clouds rolling in. A storm. Just what he needed. He bowed to Celva and walked down to his quarters. He passed the boy and nodded.
"How have you been?"
The boy just smiled and nodded. The only thing he could do. Then the boy saw the elf and his eyes widened. He pointed to the elf with a confused look.
"Yes, this is an elf. Now, I must go and make sure he's well." Strider walked inside and saw most of the slaves in there. The storm coming in must have made the king tell everyone to get to their rooms. He moved to his bed and laid Legoals down on the sheets. Careful not to mess with the arrow, still in his arm. His bed was big enough for the two of them, so Strider sat down on the bed.
"Strider? Is that the elf?" Madilen asked. She never saw an elf. This one was pretty. His blond hair stuck to his face as sweat covered his face. Even like that he was pretty. His skin was pale and he was so skiny, she thought a belt could wrap around his waist two times.
"Yes Madilen and he's sick. The arrow Celva shot at him must of had some poison in it."
"I will help." She walked to her palce at the stove and started a pot of water.
Strider removed his friends tunic and shirt from his body and the moment the cool air in the room touched Legolas's skin, Legolas took in a breath and shivered. Strider put a sheet over his shivering body. This was not good. Elves are not to be sick.
"Boli. Will you get my knife and herbs from my cloak?"
"Sure thing." Boli ran over to get the things and came back. Knife in one hand and a beg of herbs in the other.
Strider took them and looked over at Madilen. "Will you throw these in the water and let them boil?" He handed her the nerbs and went right to work on his friend. 'Legolas. Nilde. Wake up.'
Everyone around him listened to him speak in elvish. Two men walked up to Madilen and helped her put some water in a bowl. They brought it over to Strider and sat down on the other side of the bed.
"Alright. I'm going to have to pull the arrow out and ten to one, he will wake. I want you to get ready to hold him down when I pull. Understood?"
"Yes Strider." One of them went to the foot of the bed and held Legolas's ankles, while the other stayed where he was, holding Legolas's shoulders. They saw Strider nod and then pull the arrow. As if on cure, Legolas jolted up, a scream escaped his lips.
"DARO!" He yelled. He tried to throw Strider off, but the hands holding his shoulders and his left arm would not give. Strider was holding his injured arm down, gently yet firm. He tried kicking, but his ankles were held down too. He couldn't handle this. 'Let me go!'
'Legolas. Calm. I must take this arrow out. You are sick.'
'Daro Estel. Daro.' Legoals never begged in his life, but the pain was to much to stand. He felt hot, yet he felt cold.
'I know. I'm almost done.' Strider finally got the arrow out and put the cloth over the bleeding wound, handed to him from a young girl. He put presure on it and this made Legolas jump, but the men holding him did not let up.
"Strider, why did he call you Estel?" Boli asked.
"I will tell you later. Right now we need to bring this fever down." He placed a hand on Legoals's head and frowned. He thanked Madilen as she handed him a cloth, soaked in the herb water. He placed it on Legolas's forhead and he felt his friend relax. 'That's it. Calm down. We are going to help you.'
"Thank you, Estel." Strider smiled as his friend spoke in the common tongue (sp?)
"Rest Legolas. All will be explained when you are feeling better." He smiled as Legolas's eyes glazed over. He was finally pulled in to a healing sleep. Strider looked up at all the confusing faces and laughed. This was going to be a long night. "Alright everyone, sit down and I will explaine everthing to you."
They sat down and listened as Strider started to talk.
"It all started when I was young...."
*Mirkwood*
Three horses came to a stop when the elves saw the bodies of the guards. The three elves jumped off their horses and looked around. They heard their brothers call for help and knew something was wrong. Legolas tried so hard to get out of the palace and wouldn't call for help.
"Something's not right," Alca said. He felt guilty all over now. He suggested Legoals to be free, but not like this.
"Alca, who are these men?" Runya asked, looking a guard over. "I never saw these men before."
"The question is what are they doing in Mirkwood and where Legolas is," Feaelen said. He pulled up a guard and looked down as something hit his foot. He bent over and picked up what looked like a neckless. He gasped as he remembered who owned the neckless.
"Alca! Runya! Come," he said, trying hard not to look scared. It didn't work. Once his brothers saw his pale face, they knew something was wrong.
"What did you find?" Alca asked.
"A neckless."
"So."
"It belongs to Estel. Lord Elronds foster son. See." He handed the neckless over and heard his brothers gasp.
"Estel was kidnapped from his home in Rivendell," Runya said. He remembered when their father read the letter. Elrond said during the night someone took Estel from his room. Knocking out the guards. Elrond woke in the morning and finding a note just saying he no long as a foster son and he would never see his son again. He even remembered Legolas sad faces when he heard the news.
"We must inform adar. Maybe who ever took Legolas, had Estel with them. Estel would never let anyone hurt Legolas," Feaelen said.
"Come. Adar must see this and we must send word to Lord Elrond too."
The three brothers rode back to their home to bring there father the bad news.
Thank you's:
Alida-Fruit: You want longer? Here ya go. Really don't know if it's long.
luv lil *bee: I'll take that as a hint.
Shauna: Well, I need some Legolas torture in this story. Don't worry though, high and mighty will get his death.
If I forgot anyone or I spelled your name wrong, please tell me. Anywho, onto our story.
Strider looked down at the sleeping form of his friend. Does Legolas even know it's him? It's been years since they seen each other. Strider has grown to a man. He pulled his friend closer to his chest as they passed over a river, leading away from Mirkwood. Strider hoped the other elves will find the guards and his neckless.
"Strider, when we get home, I want you to take the elf to the slave quarters. Get him cleaned up and fed. I will deal with him tomorrow."
"Yes King Celva," Strider said. He looked down at Legoals and saw his friend was waking. He tightened his hold, not wanting Legolas to fall off the horse. 'Hold still, my nilde.' [friend in Quenya]
'What happened?' Legolas asked in a whisper. He looked up at grey eyes and relized he was being held. He started to stuggle, which Strider started to worry about. If Celva knew he was awake, he would take Legoals from him.
'Daro,' [Stop] he whispered.
'Who are you? Man ess lin?' [What is your name?]
'Strider ess lin. We are friends.' [My name is Strider]
'I do not know a Strider. I only know one man and that's...'
'Estel. I am Estel. Legolas it's me.'
'What's going Estel? What's going on?'
'You must be quiet, my nilde. If King Celva hears you, he will take you from me.'
'I must go back. Night is almost upon us and I must get home.'
'Sorry Legolas. You will be coming with me. I left my neckless behind, I hope your brothers find it.'
'You still not have answered my question. What's going on?'
'Can not say. Now sleep.' Strider pulled a cloth from his pocket and placed it over Legolas's mouth and noise. He hated to do this, but he couldn't see his friend in the kings arms. Legolas struggled to get free. 'Be calm.' He noticed Legolas stopped his struggles and went limped just as Celva looked behind him. Strider put the cloth away.
"Strider?"
"Nothing, my king. I was cleaning the dirt from his face. He seens to be getting a fever so he won't be able to get up for some time."
"I guess I can take that answer. I want you to be careing for him. You have been with me longer and I believe you can take care of the elf. I will dismiss your work till further notice."
"Thank you, King Celva." Strider smiled. This was good, yet it was true. Legolas was getting a fever. Elves never get sick, so he needed to get to his things fast.
The ride to the palace was slow. They reached it by nightfall. strider got off his horse, still holding Legolas to his chest, tightly as if he were going to fly away from him in the wind. He looked up and saw black clouds rolling in. A storm. Just what he needed. He bowed to Celva and walked down to his quarters. He passed the boy and nodded.
"How have you been?"
The boy just smiled and nodded. The only thing he could do. Then the boy saw the elf and his eyes widened. He pointed to the elf with a confused look.
"Yes, this is an elf. Now, I must go and make sure he's well." Strider walked inside and saw most of the slaves in there. The storm coming in must have made the king tell everyone to get to their rooms. He moved to his bed and laid Legoals down on the sheets. Careful not to mess with the arrow, still in his arm. His bed was big enough for the two of them, so Strider sat down on the bed.
"Strider? Is that the elf?" Madilen asked. She never saw an elf. This one was pretty. His blond hair stuck to his face as sweat covered his face. Even like that he was pretty. His skin was pale and he was so skiny, she thought a belt could wrap around his waist two times.
"Yes Madilen and he's sick. The arrow Celva shot at him must of had some poison in it."
"I will help." She walked to her palce at the stove and started a pot of water.
Strider removed his friends tunic and shirt from his body and the moment the cool air in the room touched Legolas's skin, Legolas took in a breath and shivered. Strider put a sheet over his shivering body. This was not good. Elves are not to be sick.
"Boli. Will you get my knife and herbs from my cloak?"
"Sure thing." Boli ran over to get the things and came back. Knife in one hand and a beg of herbs in the other.
Strider took them and looked over at Madilen. "Will you throw these in the water and let them boil?" He handed her the nerbs and went right to work on his friend. 'Legolas. Nilde. Wake up.'
Everyone around him listened to him speak in elvish. Two men walked up to Madilen and helped her put some water in a bowl. They brought it over to Strider and sat down on the other side of the bed.
"Alright. I'm going to have to pull the arrow out and ten to one, he will wake. I want you to get ready to hold him down when I pull. Understood?"
"Yes Strider." One of them went to the foot of the bed and held Legolas's ankles, while the other stayed where he was, holding Legolas's shoulders. They saw Strider nod and then pull the arrow. As if on cure, Legolas jolted up, a scream escaped his lips.
"DARO!" He yelled. He tried to throw Strider off, but the hands holding his shoulders and his left arm would not give. Strider was holding his injured arm down, gently yet firm. He tried kicking, but his ankles were held down too. He couldn't handle this. 'Let me go!'
'Legolas. Calm. I must take this arrow out. You are sick.'
'Daro Estel. Daro.' Legoals never begged in his life, but the pain was to much to stand. He felt hot, yet he felt cold.
'I know. I'm almost done.' Strider finally got the arrow out and put the cloth over the bleeding wound, handed to him from a young girl. He put presure on it and this made Legolas jump, but the men holding him did not let up.
"Strider, why did he call you Estel?" Boli asked.
"I will tell you later. Right now we need to bring this fever down." He placed a hand on Legoals's head and frowned. He thanked Madilen as she handed him a cloth, soaked in the herb water. He placed it on Legolas's forhead and he felt his friend relax. 'That's it. Calm down. We are going to help you.'
"Thank you, Estel." Strider smiled as his friend spoke in the common tongue (sp?)
"Rest Legolas. All will be explained when you are feeling better." He smiled as Legolas's eyes glazed over. He was finally pulled in to a healing sleep. Strider looked up at all the confusing faces and laughed. This was going to be a long night. "Alright everyone, sit down and I will explaine everthing to you."
They sat down and listened as Strider started to talk.
"It all started when I was young...."
*Mirkwood*
Three horses came to a stop when the elves saw the bodies of the guards. The three elves jumped off their horses and looked around. They heard their brothers call for help and knew something was wrong. Legolas tried so hard to get out of the palace and wouldn't call for help.
"Something's not right," Alca said. He felt guilty all over now. He suggested Legoals to be free, but not like this.
"Alca, who are these men?" Runya asked, looking a guard over. "I never saw these men before."
"The question is what are they doing in Mirkwood and where Legolas is," Feaelen said. He pulled up a guard and looked down as something hit his foot. He bent over and picked up what looked like a neckless. He gasped as he remembered who owned the neckless.
"Alca! Runya! Come," he said, trying hard not to look scared. It didn't work. Once his brothers saw his pale face, they knew something was wrong.
"What did you find?" Alca asked.
"A neckless."
"So."
"It belongs to Estel. Lord Elronds foster son. See." He handed the neckless over and heard his brothers gasp.
"Estel was kidnapped from his home in Rivendell," Runya said. He remembered when their father read the letter. Elrond said during the night someone took Estel from his room. Knocking out the guards. Elrond woke in the morning and finding a note just saying he no long as a foster son and he would never see his son again. He even remembered Legolas sad faces when he heard the news.
"We must inform adar. Maybe who ever took Legolas, had Estel with them. Estel would never let anyone hurt Legolas," Feaelen said.
"Come. Adar must see this and we must send word to Lord Elrond too."
The three brothers rode back to their home to bring there father the bad news.