Title: Dilemma
Authors: Karine
Rating: Previously rated PG-13, is now rated R due to character torture *grins*.
Disclaimer: Aragorn: *reading from note* Kar says that she doesn't own neither me, Legolas, nor any other characters of Lord of the Rings. *Aragorn blinks* Charac-...wtf....I'm not a character! NOBODY owns me! And who the hell is this "Tolkien" git? I don't know him! *brandishes sword* I'd like to see someone try to own me!
Lawyer: *looks at Kar* YOU HAD TO TELL'EM DAMNIT!
Kar: *grins* *looks at readers* I don't own them, really. Tho it's funny watching Aragorn and Legolas in their pissed off states now....
Additional Disclaimer: I do not own neither Raniean nor Trelan, they both belong to Cassia and Sio. (YAY ME I didn't forget this time)
Summary: Legolas is poisoned after following Aragorn who had ran away in the wood. When they received word from somebody saying that it must be Aragorn alone that goes to find the antidote, Aragorn leave, not caring if it's a trap or not. Then Aragorn disappears, and to have him back Elrond must give his most precious possession.....Vilya.
A/N: I'm putting them before the chapter, because I fear that after you reach the three letter readers dread you'll be seeing too red to read correctly. Major thanks to Trin, my beta reader, if it wasn't for her I highly doubt that my fics would make sense :D.
CHAPTER FOUR
A Turn For The Worse
"A.... curse, what do you mean a curse???" Thranduil sputtered, all trace of his usual calm and iciness vanishing at the sight of his only son lying on the bed, looking as white as the bed sheets.
Behind the King of Mirkwood stood a worried looking Raniean and Trelan, and they entered into the room as Thranduil rushed to his son's side. He then turned to the Istari.
"Can you help him Mithrantir?" Thranduil asked, trying with all of his might to speak with a steady voice but failing.
"Of course, I know this spell but I thought that the only one who knew how to perform it besides me died a long time ago." Gandalf mused before having everyone leave the room, claiming that he needed peace to do the spell, when in fact it was because he needed to use his ring.
While everyone was left to wait in the hallway, Elrond went into his study; he needed to speak with Galadriel. He sat behind his desk and channeled his thoughts on the blue ring he wore on his hand. The rustling of leaves and the wind blowing could be heard as he was concentrating on something, and when a small ray of blue light merged from his ring, that meant that he had found it.
*"Galadriel?"*
*"Yes my son?"
*"It is him isn't it, I thought he had died, for I never heard of him again after he tried to take it from me."*
*"Indeed it is Falieth. He did not fall that fateful day and has been plotting his revenge ever since."*
*"You knew it, you knew it was going to happen and you did not find it important to TELL ME ABOUT IT?!"*
*"It would have changed nothing Elrond and you know it, what happened happen for a reason, we cannot change what is meant to be"
*"There was probably something we could have done, I REFUSE to believe that all of this was meant to be."*
*"I see where my grandson took his stubbornness from. Now on another matter, you will soon have an important decision to take my son, and know that whatever you decide to do, I shall abide by it. With these last words I shall depart, may the Valar watch over you all."*
*~*~*~*~*~*
There were simply no words that could describe what Elrond was feeling right now. But he had no time to mull over his own emotions now; there were more important matters at hand, or in this case, lives. So he slowly made his way to the Prince's room, and arrived there just as Gandalf was exiting it. Those who had been waiting sprung to their feet and Thranduil immediately stopped his frantic pacing.
"Your son will live Thranduil, what he need now is rest. He should awake in a few hours."
As Thranduil made a move towards the door, Elrond stopped him and said.
"I know that you would prefer by far to go to your son now, but there are things you should or maybe want to know, about who cursed your son. You may all come, for I doubt Legolas will go anywhere and I'll post a guard to his door."
That caught the attention of Thranduil and he nodded his approval, as Elrond was telling to a nearby guard that they should be told as soon as the Prince awoke. After that, they all made their way into the Hall of Fire.
*~*~*~*~*~*
They all settled down comfortably and then Elrond began a tale that he did not often recount, for the bad memories that the tale brought still haunted him.
"As you know Thranduil, I was Gil-Galad's herald, and considered his most trusted asset. Behind me was his chief councilor, Falieth. Now this elf never found one suitable to be with and so he never had children, but one time, he found a young edain in the woods and decided to raise him as his own. The boy became a great and proud warrior, and the day after he turned twenty was the day the last alliance marched against Sauron. That day, as I was commanding our archers, a few well hidden orcs managed to shoot arrows at us, but my attention was elsewhere and I had not seen them. But Falieth's son saw the one that was going straight for my heart and dive in front of me. I could only watch in horror as the arrow that would have killed me embed itself in the child's throat, killing him instantly.
"Despite the chaos that reigned around them, Falieth ran to his son's side and took his lifeless body into his arms. But, at the same time, Gil-Galad was falling, so I did not stay with them and instead ran to his side. There, without a word, he gave me Vilya and made me promise to protect it at all cost. But, as Falieth was cradling his son one last time, he saw that exchange and the looks of rage, hatred and jealousy he sent me. But at the time, I didn't gave it a second thought, for soon after Sauron fell and Isildur kept the ring.
"It was only a month after, as I was conversing with Gandalf that I saw him again. He never gave us the time to speak and immediately cursed me with the same curse he uses on Legolas and attempted to take the ring from me. But I was fortunate to have Gandalf on my side and after Gandalf and he fought a little, Falieth, after yelling something about getting his revenge later, dove from the cliff we were on. We were sure that he perished that day, it seems we were wrong."
They were never given the chance to think about what had just been said, for chaos broke loose in Rivendell.
*~*~*~*~*~*
When Legolas awoke, a few hours earlier then predicted, all the memories came crashing down on him. His only thoughts were fixed on Aragorn and the fact that the ranger had left to get the antidote, so without thinking, as usual, Legolas put his tunic, took his weapons and escaped through the window. And so Legolas left under the cover of the night, but, as fate would have it, he would not be setting a foot in the Last Homely House for a long time.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn left Rivendell with a heavy heart; for he had the feeling he'll probably never see it again. But, he knew what he was doing was the best thing to do, and he would never let a friend down. He walked, not really caring where he was going, just waiting for some sort of signs that, "Only I will see" Aragorn said out loud in a sarcastic voice.
Finally, Aragorn had been walking for about half an hour when he saw the all mighty sign that was supposed to point him the right direction. This "sign" was in fact a black crow, a very hideous black crow. It stood there, perched in a low branch, eyeing Aragorn as if it was sizing him up, and finally, with a swift movement, took off and flew in the air. Aragorn followed it without giving it a second thought and so he walked and sometimes even had to run to keep up with the bird.
An hour later, his "guide" finally stopped and landed on the ground in front of the man. Then he extended one of his feet, where a message seemed to be tied on it. As Aragorn crouched down to take the message, he heard a branch crack but before he could react a log connected with the back of his head, sending the man into oblivion.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn had to fight with all of his might against the wave of dizziness that assailed him as he tried to open his eyes. First thing he felt though was that he could not move his arms, and that he was kneeling.
Finally managing to open his eyes, Aragorn waited a little to let his vision adjust to the darkness around him and then inspect his surroundings. First thing he saw was that he was probably in the back of a cave, each of his hands tied to a post at both sides of him. But, as he inspected the cave further, he could not suppress a gasped of surprise, he knew this place!! He had often come to this cave when he was young, for it was only a few hours away from the house. A multitude of questions now went through the man's head, the most important one was that how could someone hide so well while he was still within the border of Rivendell!
"You recognize this place do you?" A musical like voice asked from in front of Aragorn. As the being began to walk toward the man, Aragorn could clearly see that it was an elf, but never got the time to say something as the elf began to speak.
"My name is Falieth and I am an old friend of your dad. Now that you know who I am, perhaps you would like me to answer the question that is burning on your lips. For I'm sure that you are now wondering how I can hide here without your foster father and his wizard friend knowing. Well, the answer to that is very simple. Years and years of studying spells and the like, only for this day to come, the day where I would be able to exact my revenge on that half-breed." The last words were spat and made Aragorn's eyes flashed with furry, to which the elf answered by backhanding him with such force that his head snapped back.
"But now is not the time to have petty arguments with you young edain, it is now time to show to your foster father where I can go to have want I have." He said in taunting voice then yelled to two nearby orcs. "Bring him in!"
Aragorn saw a glimpse of the elf that was dragged in the cave, but recognize him instantly.
"Ranio" He breathed.
"This messenger here graciously "volunteered" to act as a witness to the little fun that will follow. Then, like a good boy, he's going to go back to tell Elrond all about it, well, what I'll have the time to say anyway." Falieth said snickering. Then, as he let out a whistle like sound, more orcs came into Aragorn's view, bearing things that made him cower a little.
Then, hours of "fun" followed to which Ranio was forced to assist and if he ever turned his eyes away, more "fun" time would be added for Aragorn. Ranio had knew the boy since he had been brought in and had always had affection and respect for the child, so seeing him tortured like this broke his heart but never did he turn his eyes away, not wanting to add more torture to the boy.
Aragorn had never felt pain like this in his entire life. Not like that, he had faced orcs before, but never been a prisoner of them. After the first hour, they had whipped him until he had screamed his lungs out, then kicked him until he passed out. Then they had graciously woke him out of his "sleep" and use a different kind of whip, with sparkly little metal sewn on the end of it. Then, after an hour of the sparkly whip, came the real, pure white hot pain. For they thought it would be highly amusing to throw embers on him, especially on what could have been previously called his back, but was now only a bloody mess with shreds of skin falling from it. The orcs finally stopped when Aragorn fell limp and cut his binds as they had been commanded to.
Ranio waited anxiously for the rising of Estel's chest, but it never came. Then as Ranio thought his heart might break from the grief, he was knocked unconscious and put on his horse. There they tied him up and Falieth stabbed him in the stomach.
"In a little more then two hours, that messenger will die, but not before telling what he just saw to that bastard." Falieth said snickering then gave the command to the horse to bring his master to Rivendell.
*~*~*~*~*~*
As the sound of hooves could be heard followed closely by a cry of distressed, all those present in the Hall of Fire rose to their feet and ran outside just in time to heard Ranio's last words.
"Estel My Lord, he....he....died.." Then Ranio was no more.
They were never given the chance to digest the news, because the guard who was supposed to check Legolas came running in the courtyard.
"Legolas my Lord, he left and took his weapons." The guard said hurriedly.
Once again, they did no had time to let this new news sink, for Elrohir came running to his father, looking grief stricken.
"Ada, it's Elladan, he stopped breathing."
TBC...
*watch as reader advance toward self with murderous intents*
Me: You know I would like to stay and chat but I ummm.. got to go and beside if you hurt me, I won't be able to write the next chapter so ummmm, *point to Trin* go bother her she know what happen next *run with Aragorn and Legolas while Trin is left behind to deal with readers*
Reviews
Legolas' Lover~ WOW Thank you thank you thank you :D:D:D I'm sorry this chapter took so long but I hope I make it up for it :D
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NaughtyNat~ Glad you're liking it so much that you look pass my lack of update :D And see, the curse was nothing, I mean, it won't have any second effect nope nope nope *grins*
Songbird~ Thank you Songbird, a praise by you is worth a lot for me. And it wasn't that long of a waiting was it *sheepish grin* And songbird, stay tuned, cuz next chapter is the reply to your dare *grin evilly*
Authors: Karine
Rating: Previously rated PG-13, is now rated R due to character torture *grins*.
Disclaimer: Aragorn: *reading from note* Kar says that she doesn't own neither me, Legolas, nor any other characters of Lord of the Rings. *Aragorn blinks* Charac-...wtf....I'm not a character! NOBODY owns me! And who the hell is this "Tolkien" git? I don't know him! *brandishes sword* I'd like to see someone try to own me!
Lawyer: *looks at Kar* YOU HAD TO TELL'EM DAMNIT!
Kar: *grins* *looks at readers* I don't own them, really. Tho it's funny watching Aragorn and Legolas in their pissed off states now....
Additional Disclaimer: I do not own neither Raniean nor Trelan, they both belong to Cassia and Sio. (YAY ME I didn't forget this time)
Summary: Legolas is poisoned after following Aragorn who had ran away in the wood. When they received word from somebody saying that it must be Aragorn alone that goes to find the antidote, Aragorn leave, not caring if it's a trap or not. Then Aragorn disappears, and to have him back Elrond must give his most precious possession.....Vilya.
A/N: I'm putting them before the chapter, because I fear that after you reach the three letter readers dread you'll be seeing too red to read correctly. Major thanks to Trin, my beta reader, if it wasn't for her I highly doubt that my fics would make sense :D.
"A.... curse, what do you mean a curse???" Thranduil sputtered, all trace of his usual calm and iciness vanishing at the sight of his only son lying on the bed, looking as white as the bed sheets.
Behind the King of Mirkwood stood a worried looking Raniean and Trelan, and they entered into the room as Thranduil rushed to his son's side. He then turned to the Istari.
"Can you help him Mithrantir?" Thranduil asked, trying with all of his might to speak with a steady voice but failing.
"Of course, I know this spell but I thought that the only one who knew how to perform it besides me died a long time ago." Gandalf mused before having everyone leave the room, claiming that he needed peace to do the spell, when in fact it was because he needed to use his ring.
*~*~*~*~*~*
While everyone was left to wait in the hallway, Elrond went into his study; he needed to speak with Galadriel. He sat behind his desk and channeled his thoughts on the blue ring he wore on his hand. The rustling of leaves and the wind blowing could be heard as he was concentrating on something, and when a small ray of blue light merged from his ring, that meant that he had found it.
*"Galadriel?"*
*"Yes my son?"
*"It is him isn't it, I thought he had died, for I never heard of him again after he tried to take it from me."*
*"Indeed it is Falieth. He did not fall that fateful day and has been plotting his revenge ever since."*
*"You knew it, you knew it was going to happen and you did not find it important to TELL ME ABOUT IT?!"*
*"It would have changed nothing Elrond and you know it, what happened happen for a reason, we cannot change what is meant to be"
*"There was probably something we could have done, I REFUSE to believe that all of this was meant to be."*
*"I see where my grandson took his stubbornness from. Now on another matter, you will soon have an important decision to take my son, and know that whatever you decide to do, I shall abide by it. With these last words I shall depart, may the Valar watch over you all."*
There were simply no words that could describe what Elrond was feeling right now. But he had no time to mull over his own emotions now; there were more important matters at hand, or in this case, lives. So he slowly made his way to the Prince's room, and arrived there just as Gandalf was exiting it. Those who had been waiting sprung to their feet and Thranduil immediately stopped his frantic pacing.
"Your son will live Thranduil, what he need now is rest. He should awake in a few hours."
As Thranduil made a move towards the door, Elrond stopped him and said.
"I know that you would prefer by far to go to your son now, but there are things you should or maybe want to know, about who cursed your son. You may all come, for I doubt Legolas will go anywhere and I'll post a guard to his door."
That caught the attention of Thranduil and he nodded his approval, as Elrond was telling to a nearby guard that they should be told as soon as the Prince awoke. After that, they all made their way into the Hall of Fire.
They all settled down comfortably and then Elrond began a tale that he did not often recount, for the bad memories that the tale brought still haunted him.
"As you know Thranduil, I was Gil-Galad's herald, and considered his most trusted asset. Behind me was his chief councilor, Falieth. Now this elf never found one suitable to be with and so he never had children, but one time, he found a young edain in the woods and decided to raise him as his own. The boy became a great and proud warrior, and the day after he turned twenty was the day the last alliance marched against Sauron. That day, as I was commanding our archers, a few well hidden orcs managed to shoot arrows at us, but my attention was elsewhere and I had not seen them. But Falieth's son saw the one that was going straight for my heart and dive in front of me. I could only watch in horror as the arrow that would have killed me embed itself in the child's throat, killing him instantly.
"Despite the chaos that reigned around them, Falieth ran to his son's side and took his lifeless body into his arms. But, at the same time, Gil-Galad was falling, so I did not stay with them and instead ran to his side. There, without a word, he gave me Vilya and made me promise to protect it at all cost. But, as Falieth was cradling his son one last time, he saw that exchange and the looks of rage, hatred and jealousy he sent me. But at the time, I didn't gave it a second thought, for soon after Sauron fell and Isildur kept the ring.
"It was only a month after, as I was conversing with Gandalf that I saw him again. He never gave us the time to speak and immediately cursed me with the same curse he uses on Legolas and attempted to take the ring from me. But I was fortunate to have Gandalf on my side and after Gandalf and he fought a little, Falieth, after yelling something about getting his revenge later, dove from the cliff we were on. We were sure that he perished that day, it seems we were wrong."
They were never given the chance to think about what had just been said, for chaos broke loose in Rivendell.
When Legolas awoke, a few hours earlier then predicted, all the memories came crashing down on him. His only thoughts were fixed on Aragorn and the fact that the ranger had left to get the antidote, so without thinking, as usual, Legolas put his tunic, took his weapons and escaped through the window. And so Legolas left under the cover of the night, but, as fate would have it, he would not be setting a foot in the Last Homely House for a long time.
Aragorn left Rivendell with a heavy heart; for he had the feeling he'll probably never see it again. But, he knew what he was doing was the best thing to do, and he would never let a friend down. He walked, not really caring where he was going, just waiting for some sort of signs that, "Only I will see" Aragorn said out loud in a sarcastic voice.
Finally, Aragorn had been walking for about half an hour when he saw the all mighty sign that was supposed to point him the right direction. This "sign" was in fact a black crow, a very hideous black crow. It stood there, perched in a low branch, eyeing Aragorn as if it was sizing him up, and finally, with a swift movement, took off and flew in the air. Aragorn followed it without giving it a second thought and so he walked and sometimes even had to run to keep up with the bird.
An hour later, his "guide" finally stopped and landed on the ground in front of the man. Then he extended one of his feet, where a message seemed to be tied on it. As Aragorn crouched down to take the message, he heard a branch crack but before he could react a log connected with the back of his head, sending the man into oblivion.
Aragorn had to fight with all of his might against the wave of dizziness that assailed him as he tried to open his eyes. First thing he felt though was that he could not move his arms, and that he was kneeling.
Finally managing to open his eyes, Aragorn waited a little to let his vision adjust to the darkness around him and then inspect his surroundings. First thing he saw was that he was probably in the back of a cave, each of his hands tied to a post at both sides of him. But, as he inspected the cave further, he could not suppress a gasped of surprise, he knew this place!! He had often come to this cave when he was young, for it was only a few hours away from the house. A multitude of questions now went through the man's head, the most important one was that how could someone hide so well while he was still within the border of Rivendell!
"You recognize this place do you?" A musical like voice asked from in front of Aragorn. As the being began to walk toward the man, Aragorn could clearly see that it was an elf, but never got the time to say something as the elf began to speak.
"My name is Falieth and I am an old friend of your dad. Now that you know who I am, perhaps you would like me to answer the question that is burning on your lips. For I'm sure that you are now wondering how I can hide here without your foster father and his wizard friend knowing. Well, the answer to that is very simple. Years and years of studying spells and the like, only for this day to come, the day where I would be able to exact my revenge on that half-breed." The last words were spat and made Aragorn's eyes flashed with furry, to which the elf answered by backhanding him with such force that his head snapped back.
"But now is not the time to have petty arguments with you young edain, it is now time to show to your foster father where I can go to have want I have." He said in taunting voice then yelled to two nearby orcs. "Bring him in!"
Aragorn saw a glimpse of the elf that was dragged in the cave, but recognize him instantly.
"Ranio" He breathed.
"This messenger here graciously "volunteered" to act as a witness to the little fun that will follow. Then, like a good boy, he's going to go back to tell Elrond all about it, well, what I'll have the time to say anyway." Falieth said snickering. Then, as he let out a whistle like sound, more orcs came into Aragorn's view, bearing things that made him cower a little.
Then, hours of "fun" followed to which Ranio was forced to assist and if he ever turned his eyes away, more "fun" time would be added for Aragorn. Ranio had knew the boy since he had been brought in and had always had affection and respect for the child, so seeing him tortured like this broke his heart but never did he turn his eyes away, not wanting to add more torture to the boy.
Aragorn had never felt pain like this in his entire life. Not like that, he had faced orcs before, but never been a prisoner of them. After the first hour, they had whipped him until he had screamed his lungs out, then kicked him until he passed out. Then they had graciously woke him out of his "sleep" and use a different kind of whip, with sparkly little metal sewn on the end of it. Then, after an hour of the sparkly whip, came the real, pure white hot pain. For they thought it would be highly amusing to throw embers on him, especially on what could have been previously called his back, but was now only a bloody mess with shreds of skin falling from it. The orcs finally stopped when Aragorn fell limp and cut his binds as they had been commanded to.
Ranio waited anxiously for the rising of Estel's chest, but it never came. Then as Ranio thought his heart might break from the grief, he was knocked unconscious and put on his horse. There they tied him up and Falieth stabbed him in the stomach.
"In a little more then two hours, that messenger will die, but not before telling what he just saw to that bastard." Falieth said snickering then gave the command to the horse to bring his master to Rivendell.
As the sound of hooves could be heard followed closely by a cry of distressed, all those present in the Hall of Fire rose to their feet and ran outside just in time to heard Ranio's last words.
"Estel My Lord, he....he....died.." Then Ranio was no more.
They were never given the chance to digest the news, because the guard who was supposed to check Legolas came running in the courtyard.
"Legolas my Lord, he left and took his weapons." The guard said hurriedly.
Once again, they did no had time to let this new news sink, for Elrohir came running to his father, looking grief stricken.
"Ada, it's Elladan, he stopped breathing."
TBC...
*watch as reader advance toward self with murderous intents*
Me: You know I would like to stay and chat but I ummm.. got to go and beside if you hurt me, I won't be able to write the next chapter so ummmm, *point to Trin* go bother her she know what happen next *run with Aragorn and Legolas while Trin is left behind to deal with readers*
Reviews
Legolas' Lover~ WOW Thank you thank you thank you :D:D:D I'm sorry this chapter took so long but I hope I make it up for it :D
Legolas's fanatical fan girl~ Thank you, glad you're liking it, and I try to make them longer, look at this one :D
NaughtyNat~ Glad you're liking it so much that you look pass my lack of update :D And see, the curse was nothing, I mean, it won't have any second effect nope nope nope *grins*
Songbird~ Thank you Songbird, a praise by you is worth a lot for me. And it wasn't that long of a waiting was it *sheepish grin* And songbird, stay tuned, cuz next chapter is the reply to your dare *grin evilly*