Well, during the making of this FF.net went down. Oh the cruelty, the inhumanity. ::glares at FF.net:: Well anyway the crazy author is BACK. Mmmm I think I'll start replying to reviews for all who review this. So if you review logged in I'll email ya.
Disclaimer I do not own Lord of the Rings.
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Legolas wakes up to find himself on a skimpy pad and covered in a decaying blanket. It was dark, and water drips from an unknown source, pooling in a black puddle in the corner. Pushing away the blanket to sit up, Legolas gags on the stale air. It is clear to him that he is in an orc prison, probably far below the earth surface. He shudders violently; he needed fresh air, to see the sun during the day, and the stars at night.
Getting to his feet Legolas looks around, trying to find any means of escape, any means to run. The stone walls are moldy and damp, and only a steel door leads into, and out of the cell. Try as he might, Legolas could not open the door. No one from the inside was meant to open it, meaning, when closed, anyone inside was locked in. But like a stubborn elf, Legolas rams into the door with his shoulder. A hollow sound, drumming off the walls.
Legolas falls to the floor, too tired to try again. Still weak from the spell, and sick from the air. He shivers violently as he curls into a ball on the floor. His stomach churns with the pain in his shoulder and Legolas throws up on the floor.
The door shrieks open, and two Orcs walk in and lays a plate of food in front of Legolas. Looking at it, Legolas wrinkles his nose and turns away, disgusted. It looks eatable, but he knew it probably was poisoned. The prince was not one to fall for that.
"Eat Elf, it's safe," A voice speaks from the shadows.
"I don't believe you," Legolas growls, pulling himself to his feet and ignoring the pain in his shoulder.
"I need you alive, Elf. You are the first male to survive the spell." Saruman catches how Legolas held his shoulder, but it was of no matter. "I've been through dwarves, humans, hobbits, and even a few elves. All died painful deaths, but you, LEGOLAS, are different. You are the one that survived. But let it be known once your usefulness is up, I will kill you."
Legolas glares at Saruman, he wasn't about to respond to him. Saruman smiles and turns away; it amuses him how the elf continued to defy him.
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Aragorn in haste bursts through the woods and on to the trail leading to Rivendell. In his mind he knew better then to enter the narrow path at a break neck speed but he had to get help for Legolas. Elrond was certain to have his head for this. It seemed the only thing Aragorn ever ran to the elflord for was some sort of trouble.
*THWUNK*
Aragorn skidded to a halt, freezing as an arrow embedded into a tree by his head. His heart leapt in his chest, threatening to rip out of his chest. And much to the amusement of Elladan, Aragorn didn't have time to hide the startled look on his face.
"Ha ha! Brother you should see the look on your face," Elladan teases.
"Shut up Elladan." Aragorn hisses. "I'm in a hurry to see Dad."
Embarrassed and frustrated, Aragorn starts past his elven brother's post. At the same time an arm stretches out from nowhere and blocks Aragorn's path. Aragorn's glance turned cold as he looks at Elladan's twin.
"Eltohir, I do NOT have time for this," Aragorn growls.
"Oh no, not 'till you tell me what is going on," Eltohir insists.
Aragorn looks at his brother coldly, shifting the weight on his feet from the right to the left.
"I'm not going to let you past until you tell me," Eltohir pushes. "When you go to Dad, something's wrong, especially when you're running like that."
Aragorn sighs heavily. "It's Legolas. We were out hunting and he disappeared."
"And you just left him out there?" Eltohir asks, stunned.
"I heard Orcs, and the trail ended suddenly, put two and two together Eltohir."
Elladan runs down from his look out, wanting to confront Aragorn for himself. More or less curious about what he can sing song to his dad about before Aragon has a chance to defend himself.
"So Estel, you lost Legolas?" Elladan asks to confirm.
"Yes, in short, I lost Legolas."
"Oh dad is SO going to love this Estel, you lost Legolas AGAIN... Isn't this the fourth time this week?" Eltohir teases.
"Not funny, this time I know he's not hiding. Now excuse me, I'm pretty certain Orcs have Legolas."
"We're telling Dad!" Eltohir, and Elladan shout together in unison.
"No!"
It is to late for Aragorn to stop his brothers, for they were off in a flash, running for where they knew there dad would be. Aragorn growls and runs after them, maybe, just maybe, by some chance of fate, Aragorn could beat his elven brothers.
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Elrond sat before a group of elves, talking about the problems of the kingdom. It was not a pressing matter, but it was one that had to be dealt with. Hiding his boredom, Elrond looks out the only window of the chambers, and notices two shadows hurry by. Elrond snapped to attention, but knew who it was when another shadow ran by second later. Elladan, Eltohir, and Aragorn, what they wanted he didn't know, it was clear where they were headed though.
*Bang*
Elrond didn't resist looking annoyed in front of the group of elves, as Eltohir skids to a halt followed by Elladan. It was almost a comical sight 'cause Elladan didn't slow as he slams into his brother. Looking his sons over, the elf lord figures it safe to speak.
"Elladan, Eltohir, what might I owe this unexpected pleasure for?"
"What ever they said is wrong!"
Elrond stands as an out of breath human bursts in to the chamber. The elves murmured amongst themselves, not the least bit amused by the disturbance of this meeting. For this, Elrond was angered. He walks towards his sons, ignoring as they cower back.
"Tell me WHAT is going on?" Elrond asks.
"Aragorn lost Legolas again." Eltohir and Elladan blurt out together.
"Isn't this the fourth time this week?" Elrond asks, looking at Aragorn, growing ever amused. "I promise you Legolas' father will not like to hear of this." Elrond looks over the three hushed boys. Taking his time and observing their behavior. He knew that neither boys will talk until a question is asked. "You sure he's not hiding from you again Estel?"
"I'm sure, and I wouldn't have ran back if I hadn't heard Orcs."
"Orcs?!" Elrond's eyes flashed to alertness.
"Y.. Yes, Orcs."
Elrond stares at his teenaged human son. His face clearly told the verdict of truth, meaning Legolas was out there somewhere, kidnapped by Orcs. Risking it, Elrond looks at the unnerved elves. In order to prevent panic, or other unnecessary actions, Elrond knew he couldn't send a party of warriors. But this did not leave the elf lord empty of options.
"Find anyone not busy that will help you look. As of now I do not see a reason for concern," Elrond orders, still unnerved about the news of the Orcs.
"But the o-"
"Estel, that is all," Elrond says warningly.
"Yes, Father." Aragorn turns and snarls at his two brothers.
Behind him, Elrond could hear the twins badgering Aragorn on how lucky he was that their father had company. Heavily, Elrond had to admit that one of these days Aragorn was going to be very afraid of him. Courtesy of his elven brothers. Taking a deep breath, the elf lord motions for them to go back to business that was interrupted earlier.
"I'm sorry for my sons; where were we?" Elrond asks politely.
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Tell me what you think! Now on to take care of the three reviewers I know I have.
Disclaimer I do not own Lord of the Rings.
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Legolas wakes up to find himself on a skimpy pad and covered in a decaying blanket. It was dark, and water drips from an unknown source, pooling in a black puddle in the corner. Pushing away the blanket to sit up, Legolas gags on the stale air. It is clear to him that he is in an orc prison, probably far below the earth surface. He shudders violently; he needed fresh air, to see the sun during the day, and the stars at night.
Getting to his feet Legolas looks around, trying to find any means of escape, any means to run. The stone walls are moldy and damp, and only a steel door leads into, and out of the cell. Try as he might, Legolas could not open the door. No one from the inside was meant to open it, meaning, when closed, anyone inside was locked in. But like a stubborn elf, Legolas rams into the door with his shoulder. A hollow sound, drumming off the walls.
Legolas falls to the floor, too tired to try again. Still weak from the spell, and sick from the air. He shivers violently as he curls into a ball on the floor. His stomach churns with the pain in his shoulder and Legolas throws up on the floor.
The door shrieks open, and two Orcs walk in and lays a plate of food in front of Legolas. Looking at it, Legolas wrinkles his nose and turns away, disgusted. It looks eatable, but he knew it probably was poisoned. The prince was not one to fall for that.
"Eat Elf, it's safe," A voice speaks from the shadows.
"I don't believe you," Legolas growls, pulling himself to his feet and ignoring the pain in his shoulder.
"I need you alive, Elf. You are the first male to survive the spell." Saruman catches how Legolas held his shoulder, but it was of no matter. "I've been through dwarves, humans, hobbits, and even a few elves. All died painful deaths, but you, LEGOLAS, are different. You are the one that survived. But let it be known once your usefulness is up, I will kill you."
Legolas glares at Saruman, he wasn't about to respond to him. Saruman smiles and turns away; it amuses him how the elf continued to defy him.
****
Aragorn in haste bursts through the woods and on to the trail leading to Rivendell. In his mind he knew better then to enter the narrow path at a break neck speed but he had to get help for Legolas. Elrond was certain to have his head for this. It seemed the only thing Aragorn ever ran to the elflord for was some sort of trouble.
*THWUNK*
Aragorn skidded to a halt, freezing as an arrow embedded into a tree by his head. His heart leapt in his chest, threatening to rip out of his chest. And much to the amusement of Elladan, Aragorn didn't have time to hide the startled look on his face.
"Ha ha! Brother you should see the look on your face," Elladan teases.
"Shut up Elladan." Aragorn hisses. "I'm in a hurry to see Dad."
Embarrassed and frustrated, Aragorn starts past his elven brother's post. At the same time an arm stretches out from nowhere and blocks Aragorn's path. Aragorn's glance turned cold as he looks at Elladan's twin.
"Eltohir, I do NOT have time for this," Aragorn growls.
"Oh no, not 'till you tell me what is going on," Eltohir insists.
Aragorn looks at his brother coldly, shifting the weight on his feet from the right to the left.
"I'm not going to let you past until you tell me," Eltohir pushes. "When you go to Dad, something's wrong, especially when you're running like that."
Aragorn sighs heavily. "It's Legolas. We were out hunting and he disappeared."
"And you just left him out there?" Eltohir asks, stunned.
"I heard Orcs, and the trail ended suddenly, put two and two together Eltohir."
Elladan runs down from his look out, wanting to confront Aragorn for himself. More or less curious about what he can sing song to his dad about before Aragon has a chance to defend himself.
"So Estel, you lost Legolas?" Elladan asks to confirm.
"Yes, in short, I lost Legolas."
"Oh dad is SO going to love this Estel, you lost Legolas AGAIN... Isn't this the fourth time this week?" Eltohir teases.
"Not funny, this time I know he's not hiding. Now excuse me, I'm pretty certain Orcs have Legolas."
"We're telling Dad!" Eltohir, and Elladan shout together in unison.
"No!"
It is to late for Aragorn to stop his brothers, for they were off in a flash, running for where they knew there dad would be. Aragorn growls and runs after them, maybe, just maybe, by some chance of fate, Aragorn could beat his elven brothers.
****
Elrond sat before a group of elves, talking about the problems of the kingdom. It was not a pressing matter, but it was one that had to be dealt with. Hiding his boredom, Elrond looks out the only window of the chambers, and notices two shadows hurry by. Elrond snapped to attention, but knew who it was when another shadow ran by second later. Elladan, Eltohir, and Aragorn, what they wanted he didn't know, it was clear where they were headed though.
*Bang*
Elrond didn't resist looking annoyed in front of the group of elves, as Eltohir skids to a halt followed by Elladan. It was almost a comical sight 'cause Elladan didn't slow as he slams into his brother. Looking his sons over, the elf lord figures it safe to speak.
"Elladan, Eltohir, what might I owe this unexpected pleasure for?"
"What ever they said is wrong!"
Elrond stands as an out of breath human bursts in to the chamber. The elves murmured amongst themselves, not the least bit amused by the disturbance of this meeting. For this, Elrond was angered. He walks towards his sons, ignoring as they cower back.
"Tell me WHAT is going on?" Elrond asks.
"Aragorn lost Legolas again." Eltohir and Elladan blurt out together.
"Isn't this the fourth time this week?" Elrond asks, looking at Aragorn, growing ever amused. "I promise you Legolas' father will not like to hear of this." Elrond looks over the three hushed boys. Taking his time and observing their behavior. He knew that neither boys will talk until a question is asked. "You sure he's not hiding from you again Estel?"
"I'm sure, and I wouldn't have ran back if I hadn't heard Orcs."
"Orcs?!" Elrond's eyes flashed to alertness.
"Y.. Yes, Orcs."
Elrond stares at his teenaged human son. His face clearly told the verdict of truth, meaning Legolas was out there somewhere, kidnapped by Orcs. Risking it, Elrond looks at the unnerved elves. In order to prevent panic, or other unnecessary actions, Elrond knew he couldn't send a party of warriors. But this did not leave the elf lord empty of options.
"Find anyone not busy that will help you look. As of now I do not see a reason for concern," Elrond orders, still unnerved about the news of the Orcs.
"But the o-"
"Estel, that is all," Elrond says warningly.
"Yes, Father." Aragorn turns and snarls at his two brothers.
Behind him, Elrond could hear the twins badgering Aragorn on how lucky he was that their father had company. Heavily, Elrond had to admit that one of these days Aragorn was going to be very afraid of him. Courtesy of his elven brothers. Taking a deep breath, the elf lord motions for them to go back to business that was interrupted earlier.
"I'm sorry for my sons; where were we?" Elrond asks politely.
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Tell me what you think! Now on to take care of the three reviewers I know I have.