1 Chapter 1
The journey had been long, they had run non-stop for three days, and they were finally beginning to catch up with the orcs. The hard desert terrain was starting to tire their feet, so they stopped for a well-needed rest.
"Will we ever catch up with them?" asked Gimli. He was probably the most tired out of the weary trio.
"We must not give up on them now." Replied Aragorn. He looked across at Legolas who sat on top of a rock that overlooked the valley below them. No trees, no birds, no water, he could see that the Elf was beginning to fade.
"We rest here tonight, and move on at the break of dawn. Legolas, can you see them?" asked Aragorn. Legolas' head turned at the mention of his name. He had not been listening, but seeing Gimli and Aragorn's expectant faces, he guessed what had just been said. He scanned the desert for signs of life. Although he could see nothing, he did not want to dent the expectations of his friends.
"I think I can see them in the distance, not more than two days away." Aragorn raised an eyebrow.
"Elves never 'think' they can see anything. They know. Can you see them or not?"
Legolas' spirit dropped. He knew what Aragorn said was true. Aragorn had guessed.
"No my Lord." He replied.
"I thought so." Said Aragorn with a smirk. Legolas misunderstood Aragorn's meaning at this, and his anger started to rise. //Who was he to patronise him? He was only a mortal, and he could never be as wise as himself. But he did have Arwen.\\ This angered Legolas more. //Arwen is the most beautiful elf in the whole of Middle-Earth, what was she doing with a mortal? And an arrogant one at that. Arwen should be with one of her own kind.\\
"Do you really think Arwen loves you?" He asked. Aragorn was shocked.
"I beg your pardon?" They had been talking about Legolas' eyesight, not Arwen.
"Do you really think Arwen loves you?" repeated Legolas.
"What has she got to do with this?" Asked Aragorn, confused.
"Nothing." Replied Legolas. "Only that you don't deserve her." He added in an undertone.
"What did you say?" Enquired Aragorn, for he had not heard, but could guess what Legolas had said.
"Do you have to take everything away from the elves?" asked Legolas.
"I'm sorry?" answered Aragorn, his anger starting to rise. "What do you mean?" he questioned.
"Only, you question my loyalty, when I'm trying not to make you feel useless, and you have taken the most beautiful of elf maidens, when you don't even deserve her." replied Legolas.
"I am only trying to help, and for your information, Arwen loves me, I love her, and I am not trying to take her away from the elves, anyway, why are you so worried? Or are you trying to tell me that you love her too?" Aragorn could feel his temper increase rapidly.
"Yes" said Legolas boldly. "I do love her, I don't think that you love, or deserve her, and I am prepared to risk everything I own for her."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Alright, I Aragorn son of Arathorn challenge you to a fight, the winner takes Arwen."
"Fine. I Legolas son of Thranduil accept your challenge. We fight to the death."
"Do you really think that's a good idea Legolas?" asked Gimli. "Aragorn and yourself are the only two people capable of finding Merry and Pippin. I merely trudge along with a very sharp axe in my hands. If one of you dies then the hobbits have no hope left."
"Gimli, do not interfere with this. We know what we are doing." Replied Legolas.
Aragorn drew his blade, and started to circle Legolas. Legolas pulled his elven daggers and lunged. Aragorn dodged expertly. He swung Anduil, but missed. Legolas once again tried to pierce Aragorn's, skin with his knives. Aragorn jumped and hit Legolas' side with the edge of his sword. A small gash appeared in his side, but Legolas did not seem to notice. He pushed his daggers into Aragorn's leg, and Aragorn stumbled in pain. Legolas drew his bow and placed and arrow in it. He pointed directly at Aragorn's heart.
"It ends here." He spat. The bow string twanged back into place, as Aragorn fell to the ground, lifeless. Legolas spat on his corpse, and turned, to see an expression of horror on Gimli's face.
"The winner takes all…"
The journey had been long, they had run non-stop for three days, and they were finally beginning to catch up with the orcs. The hard desert terrain was starting to tire their feet, so they stopped for a well-needed rest.
"Will we ever catch up with them?" asked Gimli. He was probably the most tired out of the weary trio.
"We must not give up on them now." Replied Aragorn. He looked across at Legolas who sat on top of a rock that overlooked the valley below them. No trees, no birds, no water, he could see that the Elf was beginning to fade.
"We rest here tonight, and move on at the break of dawn. Legolas, can you see them?" asked Aragorn. Legolas' head turned at the mention of his name. He had not been listening, but seeing Gimli and Aragorn's expectant faces, he guessed what had just been said. He scanned the desert for signs of life. Although he could see nothing, he did not want to dent the expectations of his friends.
"I think I can see them in the distance, not more than two days away." Aragorn raised an eyebrow.
"Elves never 'think' they can see anything. They know. Can you see them or not?"
Legolas' spirit dropped. He knew what Aragorn said was true. Aragorn had guessed.
"No my Lord." He replied.
"I thought so." Said Aragorn with a smirk. Legolas misunderstood Aragorn's meaning at this, and his anger started to rise. //Who was he to patronise him? He was only a mortal, and he could never be as wise as himself. But he did have Arwen.\\ This angered Legolas more. //Arwen is the most beautiful elf in the whole of Middle-Earth, what was she doing with a mortal? And an arrogant one at that. Arwen should be with one of her own kind.\\
"Do you really think Arwen loves you?" He asked. Aragorn was shocked.
"I beg your pardon?" They had been talking about Legolas' eyesight, not Arwen.
"Do you really think Arwen loves you?" repeated Legolas.
"What has she got to do with this?" Asked Aragorn, confused.
"Nothing." Replied Legolas. "Only that you don't deserve her." He added in an undertone.
"What did you say?" Enquired Aragorn, for he had not heard, but could guess what Legolas had said.
"Do you have to take everything away from the elves?" asked Legolas.
"I'm sorry?" answered Aragorn, his anger starting to rise. "What do you mean?" he questioned.
"Only, you question my loyalty, when I'm trying not to make you feel useless, and you have taken the most beautiful of elf maidens, when you don't even deserve her." replied Legolas.
"I am only trying to help, and for your information, Arwen loves me, I love her, and I am not trying to take her away from the elves, anyway, why are you so worried? Or are you trying to tell me that you love her too?" Aragorn could feel his temper increase rapidly.
"Yes" said Legolas boldly. "I do love her, I don't think that you love, or deserve her, and I am prepared to risk everything I own for her."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Alright, I Aragorn son of Arathorn challenge you to a fight, the winner takes Arwen."
"Fine. I Legolas son of Thranduil accept your challenge. We fight to the death."
"Do you really think that's a good idea Legolas?" asked Gimli. "Aragorn and yourself are the only two people capable of finding Merry and Pippin. I merely trudge along with a very sharp axe in my hands. If one of you dies then the hobbits have no hope left."
"Gimli, do not interfere with this. We know what we are doing." Replied Legolas.
Aragorn drew his blade, and started to circle Legolas. Legolas pulled his elven daggers and lunged. Aragorn dodged expertly. He swung Anduil, but missed. Legolas once again tried to pierce Aragorn's, skin with his knives. Aragorn jumped and hit Legolas' side with the edge of his sword. A small gash appeared in his side, but Legolas did not seem to notice. He pushed his daggers into Aragorn's leg, and Aragorn stumbled in pain. Legolas drew his bow and placed and arrow in it. He pointed directly at Aragorn's heart.
"It ends here." He spat. The bow string twanged back into place, as Aragorn fell to the ground, lifeless. Legolas spat on his corpse, and turned, to see an expression of horror on Gimli's face.
"The winner takes all…"