Hatred and Revenge
Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers:
Erin: I'm sure that there will be another story. These elves... I don't know...
Judy Greenleaf: Thanks! The last time I saw Gwann he packed his things and made holidays in the ruins of Angband...
Kallie: Thanks!!! She doesn't like him??? How can someone not like him?
Marshmallowz: I cannot do this every chapter... even if I could there are a lot more things I would want to write beside that.
Shea: Then I'm not the only insane person here...
Cowgirl: Right! I hope I can add a lot more but against my hope I fear that it won't be half of the number I wish it would be. They will never be able to run away from me... hehehe
Luthien Tinuviel: This chapter is full of him, so read and enjoy...
RMD: *Screams back* not knowing why
Xy: Hi ich hoffe du liesch noch ganz viele Kapitel in den Ferien und schreibsch mir dann auch noch gaaaaanz viele reviews. Hdagdl
Anime Cat: Thanks!
Tenshiamanda: I don't say anything... *grins* I think that too, it gives them more character.
Pure Luck: Be careful that your arms didn't fall off when you hold them out like that...
Jo March: I would like that too but I couldn't write faster in the last time. Sorry.
Emerald Queen: Now it is... If you kill me who is going to write the story??? *takes cookie and gives you a big hug*
X Moonchik: Thanks! I've missed your review in the last chapter. *sinks crying on the floor*
Shauna: Thanks! And I'm glad you are helping me with my faults.
Goma-Ryu: Here it is...
Black Mirror aka Little Wing: No more Leggy torture in THIS story... but it's nothing said about my next...
Legolas of Mirkwood: You know the cliffies...
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Part 22
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Aragorn never fought such a fight in his life. The end seemed to be near; only the will of his enemy let him alive. He needed a plan but it was difficult to think, fight and stay conscious at the same time without neglecting one of them.
Toledang wanted to make this fight interesting. It got to fast to boring. Several times he had scraped the human with his dagger but he wanted to finish it. Toledang aimed his weapon at the human's head. Aragorn blocked it but that was exactly what the elf wanted. Toledang grabbed Aragorns right hand and pressed it over his head against the tree. Slowly as if the world stopped, Toledang slowly brought his dagger in position just under the humans chin, giving it a slight pressure.
Aragorn had to think fast. He wouldn't have thought that the elf stopped their fight that fast. His right arm throbbed painfully but he had still the dagger in his hand. When he felt the sharp blade of his enemy against his exposed throat, he turned his dagger in his hand and rammed the blade into the flesh of the elf. The surprised outcry of Toledang was enough to tell Aragorn that his chance would be now or never.
Aragorn tore his left arm up as fast as possible and hit the elf in the face. Toledang stumbled back, the sudden change of event brought him out of concentration. Aragorn grabbed the elfs head and smashed it in the tree. Toledang dropped unconscious to the ground, shortly followed by Aragorn, who landed on all fours. Exhaustion and pain destroyed the last bit of strength he had.
Aragorn looked up, searching Glorfindel. His vision was blurred but he could recognize the fighting forms before him. Glorfindel was on one knee, holding his side and blocking the fierce sword of the other elf over his head. Aragorn crept forward but his arm gave in and he fell to the ground, panting hard.
Glorfindel tried to stand up but the force from Sigilaegs sword weighed him down. He went down on both knees, to have a better resistance. Sigilaeg pressed Glorfindels dagger further and further down until it was near the kneeling elfs face. The blond elfs hand started to shake when his muscles couldn't hold the pressure any longer.
Sigilaeg knew that he was shortly before winning. The elf on the ground before him was weak and could barely hold him vertical. Increasing the pressure he made a step forward. That was a fault. A hot stabbing pain filled his left leg, running through his body. Sigilaeg shifted his weight on his other leg but it was already to late.
Glorfindel grabbed one of the orc daggers on the ground behind him and in the right moment he stabbed it in the left leg of the standing elf. The pressure from the sword was gone and he could stand up. Glorfindel didn't think about what it costs to stand up. The sudden adrenalin that passed his veins was enough. Glorfindel kicked Sigilaegs leg away bringing him to the ground.
He couldn't kill his old friend. Even if Glorfindel nearly died he couldn't forget the memories. Instead of killing Sigilaeg, he used the handle of his dagger to beat the dark elf unconscious.
Glorfindel turned around and nearly stumbled over a headless orc. He threw the dagger away and walked in a limping gait to Aragorn. "Aragorn! You have to stand up. We have not much time left." Glorfindel pressed his right hand over the deep wound in his stomach and bent down to help Aragorn up. Slowly Aragorn grabbed the offered hand from Glorfindel and stood up. "Elrohir..." Was all Aragorn could say before his mind started spinning.
Glorfindel leaned Aragorn against the tree and hoped that the human wouldn't sink to the ground again. Then he went at Elrohirs side, kneeling beside the deadly pale elf. Glorfindel searched a pulse on Elrohirs throat. It required a lot of time until Glorfindel felt the weak pulse under his fingertips. He breathed out the breath he had hold and looked over to the handle that was the only visible thing from the weapon that stuck through his friend.
Glorfindel feared that if he pulled the weapon out his friend might die. He looked back over his shoulder, checking if the dark elves were still out. Then he made a decision and grabbed the handle of the sword. He took a sharp breath in and started to pull on the weapon. Glorfindel was surprised how long the sword was but finally he had pulled it out. Blood pooled out of the wound. Glorfindel pressed a hand over it but he knew that this wouldn't help anything. "Estel I need your help!" Uneven footsteps filled the air until, after what seemed to be an eternity, Aragorn came into his sight.
"Help me, we have to carry him off." Glorfindel gave a loud whistle and a short time later Asfaloth came out of the dark and halted beside Glorfindel.
Together with Aragorn he heaved Elrohir on the horse. Glorfindel helped Aragorn before Elrohir on the horse and hoped that neither would fall down. One last time he looked back, regretting that he hadn't killed the two elves but now it was to late, he had no time for such things. Glorfindel mounted his horse, suppressing a moan of pain. He took the bridle in his hands and gave his horse the signal to run off. Asfaloth was glad that it could leave the dark place.
Glorfindel held Elrohir with one arm and steadied Aragorn with his other. Asfaloth would know the way back to Imladris without him. The horse ran faster, it could feel how serious the situation was.
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Next week I have holidays and I hope that I can write much more then.
Please r+r
Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers:
Erin: I'm sure that there will be another story. These elves... I don't know...
Judy Greenleaf: Thanks! The last time I saw Gwann he packed his things and made holidays in the ruins of Angband...
Kallie: Thanks!!! She doesn't like him??? How can someone not like him?
Marshmallowz: I cannot do this every chapter... even if I could there are a lot more things I would want to write beside that.
Shea: Then I'm not the only insane person here...
Cowgirl: Right! I hope I can add a lot more but against my hope I fear that it won't be half of the number I wish it would be. They will never be able to run away from me... hehehe
Luthien Tinuviel: This chapter is full of him, so read and enjoy...
RMD: *Screams back* not knowing why
Xy: Hi ich hoffe du liesch noch ganz viele Kapitel in den Ferien und schreibsch mir dann auch noch gaaaaanz viele reviews. Hdagdl
Anime Cat: Thanks!
Tenshiamanda: I don't say anything... *grins* I think that too, it gives them more character.
Pure Luck: Be careful that your arms didn't fall off when you hold them out like that...
Jo March: I would like that too but I couldn't write faster in the last time. Sorry.
Emerald Queen: Now it is... If you kill me who is going to write the story??? *takes cookie and gives you a big hug*
X Moonchik: Thanks! I've missed your review in the last chapter. *sinks crying on the floor*
Shauna: Thanks! And I'm glad you are helping me with my faults.
Goma-Ryu: Here it is...
Black Mirror aka Little Wing: No more Leggy torture in THIS story... but it's nothing said about my next...
Legolas of Mirkwood: You know the cliffies...
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Part 22
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Aragorn never fought such a fight in his life. The end seemed to be near; only the will of his enemy let him alive. He needed a plan but it was difficult to think, fight and stay conscious at the same time without neglecting one of them.
Toledang wanted to make this fight interesting. It got to fast to boring. Several times he had scraped the human with his dagger but he wanted to finish it. Toledang aimed his weapon at the human's head. Aragorn blocked it but that was exactly what the elf wanted. Toledang grabbed Aragorns right hand and pressed it over his head against the tree. Slowly as if the world stopped, Toledang slowly brought his dagger in position just under the humans chin, giving it a slight pressure.
Aragorn had to think fast. He wouldn't have thought that the elf stopped their fight that fast. His right arm throbbed painfully but he had still the dagger in his hand. When he felt the sharp blade of his enemy against his exposed throat, he turned his dagger in his hand and rammed the blade into the flesh of the elf. The surprised outcry of Toledang was enough to tell Aragorn that his chance would be now or never.
Aragorn tore his left arm up as fast as possible and hit the elf in the face. Toledang stumbled back, the sudden change of event brought him out of concentration. Aragorn grabbed the elfs head and smashed it in the tree. Toledang dropped unconscious to the ground, shortly followed by Aragorn, who landed on all fours. Exhaustion and pain destroyed the last bit of strength he had.
Aragorn looked up, searching Glorfindel. His vision was blurred but he could recognize the fighting forms before him. Glorfindel was on one knee, holding his side and blocking the fierce sword of the other elf over his head. Aragorn crept forward but his arm gave in and he fell to the ground, panting hard.
Glorfindel tried to stand up but the force from Sigilaegs sword weighed him down. He went down on both knees, to have a better resistance. Sigilaeg pressed Glorfindels dagger further and further down until it was near the kneeling elfs face. The blond elfs hand started to shake when his muscles couldn't hold the pressure any longer.
Sigilaeg knew that he was shortly before winning. The elf on the ground before him was weak and could barely hold him vertical. Increasing the pressure he made a step forward. That was a fault. A hot stabbing pain filled his left leg, running through his body. Sigilaeg shifted his weight on his other leg but it was already to late.
Glorfindel grabbed one of the orc daggers on the ground behind him and in the right moment he stabbed it in the left leg of the standing elf. The pressure from the sword was gone and he could stand up. Glorfindel didn't think about what it costs to stand up. The sudden adrenalin that passed his veins was enough. Glorfindel kicked Sigilaegs leg away bringing him to the ground.
He couldn't kill his old friend. Even if Glorfindel nearly died he couldn't forget the memories. Instead of killing Sigilaeg, he used the handle of his dagger to beat the dark elf unconscious.
Glorfindel turned around and nearly stumbled over a headless orc. He threw the dagger away and walked in a limping gait to Aragorn. "Aragorn! You have to stand up. We have not much time left." Glorfindel pressed his right hand over the deep wound in his stomach and bent down to help Aragorn up. Slowly Aragorn grabbed the offered hand from Glorfindel and stood up. "Elrohir..." Was all Aragorn could say before his mind started spinning.
Glorfindel leaned Aragorn against the tree and hoped that the human wouldn't sink to the ground again. Then he went at Elrohirs side, kneeling beside the deadly pale elf. Glorfindel searched a pulse on Elrohirs throat. It required a lot of time until Glorfindel felt the weak pulse under his fingertips. He breathed out the breath he had hold and looked over to the handle that was the only visible thing from the weapon that stuck through his friend.
Glorfindel feared that if he pulled the weapon out his friend might die. He looked back over his shoulder, checking if the dark elves were still out. Then he made a decision and grabbed the handle of the sword. He took a sharp breath in and started to pull on the weapon. Glorfindel was surprised how long the sword was but finally he had pulled it out. Blood pooled out of the wound. Glorfindel pressed a hand over it but he knew that this wouldn't help anything. "Estel I need your help!" Uneven footsteps filled the air until, after what seemed to be an eternity, Aragorn came into his sight.
"Help me, we have to carry him off." Glorfindel gave a loud whistle and a short time later Asfaloth came out of the dark and halted beside Glorfindel.
Together with Aragorn he heaved Elrohir on the horse. Glorfindel helped Aragorn before Elrohir on the horse and hoped that neither would fall down. One last time he looked back, regretting that he hadn't killed the two elves but now it was to late, he had no time for such things. Glorfindel mounted his horse, suppressing a moan of pain. He took the bridle in his hands and gave his horse the signal to run off. Asfaloth was glad that it could leave the dark place.
Glorfindel held Elrohir with one arm and steadied Aragorn with his other. Asfaloth would know the way back to Imladris without him. The horse ran faster, it could feel how serious the situation was.
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Next week I have holidays and I hope that I can write much more then.
Please r+r
