Tuulo' N'ataya Paturinie By: Jesse Drache
Disclaimers: Legolas, Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship and otherwise recognizable characters are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and do not belong to me.
Rating: PG-13 but rating may go up with later chapters
Chapter 1: Gurtha
Elladan rode through the woods surrounding Imladris accompanied by his twin Elrohir, friend Legolas and Glorfindel his father's seneschal. They dodged low branches and jumped over fallen trees smiling happily as they galloped from clearing to clearing, only slowing down when the foliage became too thick to gallop across.
Suddenly, a bright light shone to their left, startling the horses who violently bucked, almost managing to unseat their riders.
"What was that?" Elladan asked, holding the reigns of his horse to keep it from rushing off.
"It came from that clearing over there," his twin brother Elrohir said, turning his horse to face the cluster of trees from which the light had emanated.
"Let's go see what it was," Glorfindel, who looked much like Legolas but whose eyes held much more wisdom and age, said, galloping towards the trees, the other riders following close behind.
The four elves galloped into the clearing, surprised to find three figures lying on the ground, the grass around and beneath them scorched.
Jumping off his horse, Elrohir walked toward the three figures, which upon further inspection he discerned to be a girl, a younger boy, and a horse, all three were bathed in blood.
The elf gracefully walked around them, taking in the matching red hair on both humans, then leaned down to touch the boy's face.
He wasn't breathing, and lacked a pulse, but his skin had yet to loose all of its warmth.
Looking into the rapidly paling face and his lifeless eyes, Elrohir lost hope in saving the boy's life and closed his blank eyes before moving on to the girl.
Glorfindel dismounted and stood next to the fallen horse, which was screaming and attempting to get up.
The poor creature bellowed and yelled but could not manage to rise.
"Its knees have been broken and it has a puncture wound on its neck. I can't help it," the older elf said, taking the horse's head in his head and snapping its neck, effectively putting the creature out of its misery.
The black haired elf leaned over the girl, placed his head to her chest and his hand in front of her mouth, letting out a relieved sigh when he felt her faint breath on his hand.
"She is still alive, but we need to get her to father immediately," he said, putting his hands underneath her and lifting her up.
"Give her to me," his twin said, holding out his hands as his brother handed over the girl then jumped on his own horse.
Legolas had dismounted his horse, picked up the dead boy's boy and slung it behind his horse.
Together the four riders turned from the clearing, their clothes stained with blood, and rode frantically back to Imladris, the girl and the dead boy's body in tow.
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Disclaimers: Legolas, Aragorn and the rest of the Fellowship and otherwise recognizable characters are property of J.R.R. Tolkien and do not belong to me.
Rating: PG-13 but rating may go up with later chapters
Chapter 1: Gurtha
Elladan rode through the woods surrounding Imladris accompanied by his twin Elrohir, friend Legolas and Glorfindel his father's seneschal. They dodged low branches and jumped over fallen trees smiling happily as they galloped from clearing to clearing, only slowing down when the foliage became too thick to gallop across.
Suddenly, a bright light shone to their left, startling the horses who violently bucked, almost managing to unseat their riders.
"What was that?" Elladan asked, holding the reigns of his horse to keep it from rushing off.
"It came from that clearing over there," his twin brother Elrohir said, turning his horse to face the cluster of trees from which the light had emanated.
"Let's go see what it was," Glorfindel, who looked much like Legolas but whose eyes held much more wisdom and age, said, galloping towards the trees, the other riders following close behind.
The four elves galloped into the clearing, surprised to find three figures lying on the ground, the grass around and beneath them scorched.
Jumping off his horse, Elrohir walked toward the three figures, which upon further inspection he discerned to be a girl, a younger boy, and a horse, all three were bathed in blood.
The elf gracefully walked around them, taking in the matching red hair on both humans, then leaned down to touch the boy's face.
He wasn't breathing, and lacked a pulse, but his skin had yet to loose all of its warmth.
Looking into the rapidly paling face and his lifeless eyes, Elrohir lost hope in saving the boy's life and closed his blank eyes before moving on to the girl.
Glorfindel dismounted and stood next to the fallen horse, which was screaming and attempting to get up.
The poor creature bellowed and yelled but could not manage to rise.
"Its knees have been broken and it has a puncture wound on its neck. I can't help it," the older elf said, taking the horse's head in his head and snapping its neck, effectively putting the creature out of its misery.
The black haired elf leaned over the girl, placed his head to her chest and his hand in front of her mouth, letting out a relieved sigh when he felt her faint breath on his hand.
"She is still alive, but we need to get her to father immediately," he said, putting his hands underneath her and lifting her up.
"Give her to me," his twin said, holding out his hands as his brother handed over the girl then jumped on his own horse.
Legolas had dismounted his horse, picked up the dead boy's boy and slung it behind his horse.
Together the four riders turned from the clearing, their clothes stained with blood, and rode frantically back to Imladris, the girl and the dead boy's body in tow.
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