Elrohir, Elrohir, THANK YOU tenshiamanda for the correction. I'm still working on getting the names right. And as a note I made in the last chapter, you review I'll email you back. So if you don't want to be emailed let me know. :)
Disclaimer I don't own LOTR.
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Aragorn looks up from sharpening a stick, something he picked up to vent his young frustrations. Elrohir and Elladan approach him with what looked like a small army. But Elrond said he couldn't spare any on-duty elves… Putting down his knife, Aragorn smiles to himself. Elves definitely had more free time than what he gave them credit for; the twins proved this point.
"Elrohir, Elladan, I thought Father said he didn't have any elves to spare to look for Legolas," Aragorn teases.
"Well, all these fine fellows agree and think it'd be great training," Elladan responds first.
"Not to mention, hunting Legolas will make great tracking practice," Elrohir finishes.
"Not like it's a challenge, 'cept for one human we know."
"HEY!"
Elladan and Elrohir break out into hearty laughter. Their human brother was so prideful, it was fun to pluck at his strings. The small army behind them, despite standing at attention, spares no time to smile and chuckle along with the twins. Aragorn face flushes a shade of red, fOrcing him to look away.
"Oh come on Estel, lighten up." Elladan puts a hand on Aragorn's shoulder. "Now show us were you last saw Legolas."
"This way."
Aragorn walks out of Rivendell followed by the twins. When the army didn't follow Elrohir pauses, giggling at the fact his brother still didn't know how to order around a army. Discreetly, Elrohir leans over towards his brother to whisper in his ear.
"Psst, Elladan, you're supposed to tell them to move out."
"Oh yeah, I am, huh?" Elladan smiles and turns around. "MOVE OUT!"
"Ummm, you're Elladan ordering us right?" The commander of the army asks.
Aragorn breaks out into a laughing fit. Yet again another person who couldn't tell apart the twins. To him it wasn't hard at all, and it seemed so funny when men, or elves couldn't tell the difference. Elladan, and Elrohir shoots ugly glares at Aragorn.
"Yes, I'm Elladan, now let's go."
There was a loud clash of armor as the army moved into attention. Once again the three brothers set out to find Legolas, an army marching behind them.
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It had been too well in the Orc prison. He was well fed, and no Orcs dare lay a hand on him. At times he was even allowed to kill an Orc or two to leave off on his stress. And the best thing Legolas learned about his cell was that, though dark and depressing, the dripping water was warm. It formed a small pool big enough for bathing.
Legolas steps out of the water. Despite the baths he took he felt sapped of his energy. At times his stomach refused to hold food. He didn't know how long he was down here, but it seemed distant that Aragorn will find him.
The cell creaks open and Legolas grabs his clothes and quickly dresses. Two Orcaru's walk in. Instinctively the prince knew that he was going to be dragged out of his cell. To what, he didn't know, but he wasn't about to go willingly. The Orcaru's growl and walk towards him.
"I'm not going with you," Legolas growls.
The Orcaru's growls, and launch at him. Legolas ducks and kicks one Orcaru in the knee. It howls, stumbling backwards. Taking Legolas' vigor into note the other Orcaru approaches Legolas more cautiously. Underestimating the armor, Legolas elbows the Orcaru in the gut. It twitches, but the armor was too thick for the prince to do any damage.
Clawed hands grabs Legolas' arm and forces it behind his back. Regaining his balance, the second Orcaru grabs Legolas' feet as he kicks. Together both Orcaru carry out the struggling elf.
Down the drafty corridors, darkened for the elf's comfort. Neither cared how much he fought, for their small existence was wrought with pain and suffering. Coming into the main hall they force their way through blood thirsty Orcs.
Less then careful, the Orcaru drop Legolas unto the rack. Eager hands of Orcs grab him and secure him. One receiving a broken nose before the elf's hands are secured. Legolas closes his eyes, finding that inner peace. Ignoring the cuts the Orc claws gave him.
With whimpers and shuffling, the Orcs back off. It was clear that human was back. Legolas open his eyes, only to find a torch dropped in front of his face. Unused to the light, Legolas turns away and cringes. The light hurt so much.
"Take off his tunic."
The two Orcaru grab Legolas' tunic and rips it off, causing bruises where the tunic tried to put up resistance. Then softly a cold hand touches his stomach. Legolas sucks in a breath, as his muscles shudder uncontrollably.
"Hmm, we have some unforeseen problems, but the spell has taken," Saruman spoke, obviously concerned.
"What would you want us to do?" An Orcaru growls.
Saruman takes a deep breath and leaves his hand on the elf's stomach. Feeling the creation of the spell below. There had to be a solution to this, some sort of spell that would keep the elf alive for a few more months. The elf's need for freedom made keeping captive elves alive damn near impossible.
"We-"
"Saruman!" A goblin runs in and bows nervously.
"What?!" Saruman takes his hand off Legolas' stomach and turns to the goblin.
"Elves, A LOT of elves, looking for-" The goblin didn't finished he just looked at Legolas.
"Dammit," Saruman curses.
"Aragorn?" Legolas whispers weakly, and looks toward the goblin.
The torch is brought close to his face again, the light still paining him greatly. Another Orc pulled Legolas taut, reminding him to shut up and remain still. Legolas cringes and refuses to cry out.
Saruman ponders his predicament. If Legolas remained in his hands the elves were certain to find him. Ultimately uncovering him; something he could not afford. His master needed time, and an army. As much as he hated to, he needed to let the elf go. He could always come back for the goods later. It would be much simpler then keeping the troublesome Legolas.
"Set the elf free," Saruman says bluntly. "We have no choice."
The Orcs rile up in disagreement, and disappointment. They were promised time with the elf and they weren't going to get it. Legolas's heart leapt, His freedom was coming soon.
"I have not forgotten. Calm down."
The Orcs quiet, and Legolas bites his lip.
"But I can't afford him stressing out. You'll have to cause him damage when he's out." Saruman looks over to the Orcs. "Be leery of beating him too much. Break his legs or arms, or tear up his b..."
Saruman realizes how tense Legolas was at his talk to the Orcs. Eyes narrowing, Saruman begins to talk in the black tongue of Mordor. Legolas cringes, thrashing around his head. The words are painful to elven ears; it sent Legolas's head spinning wildly. He didn't even notice himself screaming as Saruman increased the forcefulness of the words.
The world goes black for Legolas, and the Orcs close in.
****
The twins felt slightly embarrassed in front of the small army they commanded. It was getting darker and darker, and they spent over three days trying to get Legolas back. Now Aragorn was having trouble recalling were he last saw Legolas. Frustrated, Elladan comes forward and steps between to tall maples.
"Okay, so, let me get this straight- you last caught sight of him here?" Elladan confirms.
"Yes, Elladan." Aragorn rolls his eyes, annoyed.
"Well, why don't I just prove your stupidity, Aragorn and run through here spontaneously like an elf and MAYBE I'll find Legolas." Elladan snaps, and takes off at mad run.
"Ella-"
*SNAP*
"Dan." Aragorn finishes.
"You all right brother?" Elrohir asks.
Silence remains, only the creaking of armor and the chirping of birds can be heard. Elrohir and Aragorn look at each other, then run off to find the missing brother.
At the place of two towering trees, they notice were the foliage had given away into a sink hole. It was obvious where the snap came from. Aragorn and Elrohir peer over the edge, Aragorn flinching, imagining the pain of the fall. The only thing Elrohir was concerned about was his dear twin.
"Elladan?!" Elrohir calls down the hole.
"Ow, yeah I'm down here." A call echoes back up.
"You all right?"
"No, I broke my leg, but I found out where Legolas disappeared to."
"He's down there?"
"No, but there's elf blood down here, and not just mine."
Aragorn pulls back from the hole. "Get a rope, and secure it; we're going down."
The commander stares at Aragorn. Aragorn knew what was coming next.
"Do it- I'm Elladan," Elrohir shouts.
The commander looks at Elrohir, confused, swearing he called Elladan's name down the hole. Shaking his head he motions for the elves that were scattered or just standing around.
****
It took a long time for the small elf army to climb into the hole, but it was long enough for Elrohir to set Elladan's badly broken leg. Inadvertently causing his brother to faint with pain. Putting one more pad over the exposed leg bone Elladan turns to Aragorn.
"He'll be fine." Elrohir comforts. "One of you get him out of here and get him back to Rivendell."
"Three snaps in one day, a new record for him." Aragorn states.
"Hm?" Elrohir walks up to his human brother.
"Well, he snapped at me, snapped the branch holding up the foliage covering the sink hole, AND he snapped his leg."
Elrohir cracks a smile. "Yeah he did, didn't he?"
They start down the passageway of the cave, Elrohir deep in the thought, leaving all the tracking to someone else. Aragorn nudges his elven brother.
"What are you thinking about?"
"He broke the record period, and in a span less then a minute."
Aragorn laughs, "You two are going to kill Father with your competitions."
"I know," Elrohir smirks. "But we can't help it."
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Okay, kill the author now while you can. There was something else I was gonna say down here but I forgot. But looky ::points to her couch:: I drew Legolas! Oh yeah, and I wouldn't mind ideas, and opions to. Those would GREATLY be appreciated.
Disclaimer I don't own LOTR.
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Aragorn looks up from sharpening a stick, something he picked up to vent his young frustrations. Elrohir and Elladan approach him with what looked like a small army. But Elrond said he couldn't spare any on-duty elves… Putting down his knife, Aragorn smiles to himself. Elves definitely had more free time than what he gave them credit for; the twins proved this point.
"Elrohir, Elladan, I thought Father said he didn't have any elves to spare to look for Legolas," Aragorn teases.
"Well, all these fine fellows agree and think it'd be great training," Elladan responds first.
"Not to mention, hunting Legolas will make great tracking practice," Elrohir finishes.
"Not like it's a challenge, 'cept for one human we know."
"HEY!"
Elladan and Elrohir break out into hearty laughter. Their human brother was so prideful, it was fun to pluck at his strings. The small army behind them, despite standing at attention, spares no time to smile and chuckle along with the twins. Aragorn face flushes a shade of red, fOrcing him to look away.
"Oh come on Estel, lighten up." Elladan puts a hand on Aragorn's shoulder. "Now show us were you last saw Legolas."
"This way."
Aragorn walks out of Rivendell followed by the twins. When the army didn't follow Elrohir pauses, giggling at the fact his brother still didn't know how to order around a army. Discreetly, Elrohir leans over towards his brother to whisper in his ear.
"Psst, Elladan, you're supposed to tell them to move out."
"Oh yeah, I am, huh?" Elladan smiles and turns around. "MOVE OUT!"
"Ummm, you're Elladan ordering us right?" The commander of the army asks.
Aragorn breaks out into a laughing fit. Yet again another person who couldn't tell apart the twins. To him it wasn't hard at all, and it seemed so funny when men, or elves couldn't tell the difference. Elladan, and Elrohir shoots ugly glares at Aragorn.
"Yes, I'm Elladan, now let's go."
There was a loud clash of armor as the army moved into attention. Once again the three brothers set out to find Legolas, an army marching behind them.
****
It had been too well in the Orc prison. He was well fed, and no Orcs dare lay a hand on him. At times he was even allowed to kill an Orc or two to leave off on his stress. And the best thing Legolas learned about his cell was that, though dark and depressing, the dripping water was warm. It formed a small pool big enough for bathing.
Legolas steps out of the water. Despite the baths he took he felt sapped of his energy. At times his stomach refused to hold food. He didn't know how long he was down here, but it seemed distant that Aragorn will find him.
The cell creaks open and Legolas grabs his clothes and quickly dresses. Two Orcaru's walk in. Instinctively the prince knew that he was going to be dragged out of his cell. To what, he didn't know, but he wasn't about to go willingly. The Orcaru's growl and walk towards him.
"I'm not going with you," Legolas growls.
The Orcaru's growls, and launch at him. Legolas ducks and kicks one Orcaru in the knee. It howls, stumbling backwards. Taking Legolas' vigor into note the other Orcaru approaches Legolas more cautiously. Underestimating the armor, Legolas elbows the Orcaru in the gut. It twitches, but the armor was too thick for the prince to do any damage.
Clawed hands grabs Legolas' arm and forces it behind his back. Regaining his balance, the second Orcaru grabs Legolas' feet as he kicks. Together both Orcaru carry out the struggling elf.
Down the drafty corridors, darkened for the elf's comfort. Neither cared how much he fought, for their small existence was wrought with pain and suffering. Coming into the main hall they force their way through blood thirsty Orcs.
Less then careful, the Orcaru drop Legolas unto the rack. Eager hands of Orcs grab him and secure him. One receiving a broken nose before the elf's hands are secured. Legolas closes his eyes, finding that inner peace. Ignoring the cuts the Orc claws gave him.
With whimpers and shuffling, the Orcs back off. It was clear that human was back. Legolas open his eyes, only to find a torch dropped in front of his face. Unused to the light, Legolas turns away and cringes. The light hurt so much.
"Take off his tunic."
The two Orcaru grab Legolas' tunic and rips it off, causing bruises where the tunic tried to put up resistance. Then softly a cold hand touches his stomach. Legolas sucks in a breath, as his muscles shudder uncontrollably.
"Hmm, we have some unforeseen problems, but the spell has taken," Saruman spoke, obviously concerned.
"What would you want us to do?" An Orcaru growls.
Saruman takes a deep breath and leaves his hand on the elf's stomach. Feeling the creation of the spell below. There had to be a solution to this, some sort of spell that would keep the elf alive for a few more months. The elf's need for freedom made keeping captive elves alive damn near impossible.
"We-"
"Saruman!" A goblin runs in and bows nervously.
"What?!" Saruman takes his hand off Legolas' stomach and turns to the goblin.
"Elves, A LOT of elves, looking for-" The goblin didn't finished he just looked at Legolas.
"Dammit," Saruman curses.
"Aragorn?" Legolas whispers weakly, and looks toward the goblin.
The torch is brought close to his face again, the light still paining him greatly. Another Orc pulled Legolas taut, reminding him to shut up and remain still. Legolas cringes and refuses to cry out.
Saruman ponders his predicament. If Legolas remained in his hands the elves were certain to find him. Ultimately uncovering him; something he could not afford. His master needed time, and an army. As much as he hated to, he needed to let the elf go. He could always come back for the goods later. It would be much simpler then keeping the troublesome Legolas.
"Set the elf free," Saruman says bluntly. "We have no choice."
The Orcs rile up in disagreement, and disappointment. They were promised time with the elf and they weren't going to get it. Legolas's heart leapt, His freedom was coming soon.
"I have not forgotten. Calm down."
The Orcs quiet, and Legolas bites his lip.
"But I can't afford him stressing out. You'll have to cause him damage when he's out." Saruman looks over to the Orcs. "Be leery of beating him too much. Break his legs or arms, or tear up his b..."
Saruman realizes how tense Legolas was at his talk to the Orcs. Eyes narrowing, Saruman begins to talk in the black tongue of Mordor. Legolas cringes, thrashing around his head. The words are painful to elven ears; it sent Legolas's head spinning wildly. He didn't even notice himself screaming as Saruman increased the forcefulness of the words.
The world goes black for Legolas, and the Orcs close in.
****
The twins felt slightly embarrassed in front of the small army they commanded. It was getting darker and darker, and they spent over three days trying to get Legolas back. Now Aragorn was having trouble recalling were he last saw Legolas. Frustrated, Elladan comes forward and steps between to tall maples.
"Okay, so, let me get this straight- you last caught sight of him here?" Elladan confirms.
"Yes, Elladan." Aragorn rolls his eyes, annoyed.
"Well, why don't I just prove your stupidity, Aragorn and run through here spontaneously like an elf and MAYBE I'll find Legolas." Elladan snaps, and takes off at mad run.
"Ella-"
*SNAP*
"Dan." Aragorn finishes.
"You all right brother?" Elrohir asks.
Silence remains, only the creaking of armor and the chirping of birds can be heard. Elrohir and Aragorn look at each other, then run off to find the missing brother.
At the place of two towering trees, they notice were the foliage had given away into a sink hole. It was obvious where the snap came from. Aragorn and Elrohir peer over the edge, Aragorn flinching, imagining the pain of the fall. The only thing Elrohir was concerned about was his dear twin.
"Elladan?!" Elrohir calls down the hole.
"Ow, yeah I'm down here." A call echoes back up.
"You all right?"
"No, I broke my leg, but I found out where Legolas disappeared to."
"He's down there?"
"No, but there's elf blood down here, and not just mine."
Aragorn pulls back from the hole. "Get a rope, and secure it; we're going down."
The commander stares at Aragorn. Aragorn knew what was coming next.
"Do it- I'm Elladan," Elrohir shouts.
The commander looks at Elrohir, confused, swearing he called Elladan's name down the hole. Shaking his head he motions for the elves that were scattered or just standing around.
****
It took a long time for the small elf army to climb into the hole, but it was long enough for Elrohir to set Elladan's badly broken leg. Inadvertently causing his brother to faint with pain. Putting one more pad over the exposed leg bone Elladan turns to Aragorn.
"He'll be fine." Elrohir comforts. "One of you get him out of here and get him back to Rivendell."
"Three snaps in one day, a new record for him." Aragorn states.
"Hm?" Elrohir walks up to his human brother.
"Well, he snapped at me, snapped the branch holding up the foliage covering the sink hole, AND he snapped his leg."
Elrohir cracks a smile. "Yeah he did, didn't he?"
They start down the passageway of the cave, Elrohir deep in the thought, leaving all the tracking to someone else. Aragorn nudges his elven brother.
"What are you thinking about?"
"He broke the record period, and in a span less then a minute."
Aragorn laughs, "You two are going to kill Father with your competitions."
"I know," Elrohir smirks. "But we can't help it."
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Okay, kill the author now while you can. There was something else I was gonna say down here but I forgot. But looky ::points to her couch:: I drew Legolas! Oh yeah, and I wouldn't mind ideas, and opions to. Those would GREATLY be appreciated.