1 Chapter 2
Gimli looked from one to the other, from Aragorn's dead body, to the look of contempt on Legolas' face. He was horrified by the ease at which Legolas' appeared to feel at Aragorn's death. He felt that something was seriously wrong with his friend. He pulled out his axe and ran at Legolas bellowing. But Legolas was too quick. Before the eye could blink, he had lifted up his bow and notched an arrow into it. With a short twang, the arrow had left the string, and was embedded in Gimli's chest, a surprised look etched into his face forever.
Legolas felt a rush of power surge through him. He smiled to himself and turned blindly from the dead bodies of his former friends. He scanned the horizon and breathed in deeply as he sensed the darkness that flowed from Mordor. He had made up his mind. He was not going to follow the original plan and rescue Merry and Pippin; he was going to Mordor. He picked up the stray belongings of Gimli and Aragorn and set off towards the Dark Lords realm. Joy singing through his heart, he turned and whispered to the wind.
1.1 'Mellon-nin alantië
1.2 I reiniad lín ne mór nuithannen'
Legolas sped off, and journeyed South back towards Amon Hen.
When he reached Amon Hen, he picked up any of his stray arrows that he could find, and using the last boat, he reached the Eastern shore of the Anduin. He now ran in the direction of Mordor.
***
When Legolas reached the Dead Marshes, he cursed the decision of Aragorn to save Merry and Pippin, for he was now a good week behind Sam and Frodo. Or that was what he thought. Suddenly he stopped. He could hear a voice muttering in the darkness.
"My precious. No we must not. We promised not to. We must not harm Master. No."
Legolas could've recognised that voice from anywhere. It was undoubtedly the voice of Gollum…
Gimli looked from one to the other, from Aragorn's dead body, to the look of contempt on Legolas' face. He was horrified by the ease at which Legolas' appeared to feel at Aragorn's death. He felt that something was seriously wrong with his friend. He pulled out his axe and ran at Legolas bellowing. But Legolas was too quick. Before the eye could blink, he had lifted up his bow and notched an arrow into it. With a short twang, the arrow had left the string, and was embedded in Gimli's chest, a surprised look etched into his face forever.
Legolas felt a rush of power surge through him. He smiled to himself and turned blindly from the dead bodies of his former friends. He scanned the horizon and breathed in deeply as he sensed the darkness that flowed from Mordor. He had made up his mind. He was not going to follow the original plan and rescue Merry and Pippin; he was going to Mordor. He picked up the stray belongings of Gimli and Aragorn and set off towards the Dark Lords realm. Joy singing through his heart, he turned and whispered to the wind.
1.1 'Mellon-nin alantië
1.2 I reiniad lín ne mór nuithannen'
Legolas sped off, and journeyed South back towards Amon Hen.
When he reached Amon Hen, he picked up any of his stray arrows that he could find, and using the last boat, he reached the Eastern shore of the Anduin. He now ran in the direction of Mordor.
***
When Legolas reached the Dead Marshes, he cursed the decision of Aragorn to save Merry and Pippin, for he was now a good week behind Sam and Frodo. Or that was what he thought. Suddenly he stopped. He could hear a voice muttering in the darkness.
"My precious. No we must not. We promised not to. We must not harm Master. No."
Legolas could've recognised that voice from anywhere. It was undoubtedly the voice of Gollum…