"The Return of the Light"
by AndromedaM13Titan
disclaimer: j.r.r tolkien is one of the best authors, his books are best, and all his characters are great. this fan fiction is about legolas, though i do not own him, anyo f the characters, or half of the places in this story. the only characters new to this tale is Adriel, also called Erimas, the daughter of the Elven-Warlord Eldroln; and the other is the Elvenprincess Halardrin, also called Aletia, daughter of Colodrin... and any other person they meet in Southeast Mirkwood (because i made up that kingdom); Sagorim son of Bafrog-Him; Bafrog-him and his council; and Deowar.
a/n: much has happened since the beginning; they have met adriel, they have met colodrin and haladrin; they have been sent to mirkwood; they have faught and slain orcs; they have witnessed the power of temrbanil; they have seen the Tombs of Darun-Him, or the Tombs of Elvenkings; they have seen Sagorim son of Bafrog-hir, prince of Giant Orcs; and they have been captured by their enemy. With the exception of Gandalf and Pippin, of course. Tarry! Tarry good readers!
lord of the rings is NOT a trilogy, according to tolkien, it is ONE book with 6 books in it.
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Part V: Court Before Bafrog-hir
The darkness was unbearable at first. The air was dense and heavy, as if a thick fog hovered above. Adriel could hardly breathe, and she could not see either. The only thing she could tell was that heavy shackles hung tightly about her wrists; chains tied her ankles to the floor; and her back was up against cold stone. She could sense others about her, and knew it must be the others of the fellowship. Suddenly, a few orcs barged in and put torches about various places in the room. They did not seem to heed the others' presence, and walked out the door again.
"Master Elf," said Adriel. "Legolas Greenleaf! Wake up!" Adriel used her shackles to hit Legolas' shoulder, who sat on her right side. "We have been taken hostage by the orcs of Sagorim, and according to Gimli Gloin's son over there, we are at Afrum-Dir: a hellish, underground lair constructed by Sagorim's father. Pray, do you fare well? Are you injured?"
Legolas opened his eyes and shook his head. "No," he said. "I am well and unscathed. But I must divuldge that you were right; we should never have gone further through the tombs."
"Nonsense!" shouted Adriel, laughing as she said so. "I felt the flame for fighting rekindle in my heart as I saw Sagorim, and I do not regret any moment I spent slaying the enemies. Come, Legolas, you are too soft-hearted for a warrior. Whither did you go that made you so? Was it Haladrin, Colodrin, or your high and mighty father? I doubt it not that it was Haladrin. But come now, tell me: how have you fared in the past three centuries? I apologize for not speaking more thoroughly back in Rivendell, yet now I see we've enough time and less ears that we may speak openly."
Legolas smiled, "I fared well. Little happened in Mirkwood, besides the escape of Smeagol Gollum. He was a poor fellow. Alas that the enemy picks such mindless creatures as its pawns! Alas! for all the eyes that must endure the wrath of Sauron! And as for myself being softhearted, I believe myself not so. You speak unjustly, for you have not witnessed any strength of mine for three hundred and eleventeen years, thus you've no right to judge. I must admit, however, that thy strength was underestimated by many elves, and until the battle with the orcs in the Tomb, I deemed you weak. You have tarried on, I see."
"Alas for Gollum?" said Adriel, looking rathef baffled. "For what reason should any pity the creature? Yes, I do so for he was used by the Dark Hand and in the end the ring deceived him, but it was not right to say: 'Alas for Smeagol Gollum!'. You are an odd fellow, as you are Thranduil's son."
Silence enveloped the room, and soon an orc came barging into the cell. It was a tall but thin orc, one with many features of age upon its face, and one with a club hanging by its side. It had bright red eyes that pierced the crystal eyes of Adriel, but it seemed there was weariness behind the tough exterior; as if his thoughts dwelled elsewhere. He came and unchained them from the wall and floor, but kept the shackles about their wrists. Aragorn woke to the sound of the orc cursing to himself, whilst Gimli, Legolas, and Adriel were motioned to stand. Their bones cracked and they stretched, but then more orcs came and grabbed them by their chains.
"Whither do we go?" asked Adriel to the orc which led her out of the cell. "To meet Sagorim?"
The orc turned and hissed at Adriel. "Worse," it said; "You meetss hiss father: Bafrog-hir. Our massster wishhes a word or two with the company. It seemss we have yet to retrieve the leader, Mirthrandir, and hiss little halfling." The orcs turned back and led the rest of the company through a dark hall, one much like the Tunnel at Darun-him. At the end of this tunnel were large, polished, black doors, which seemed to open by themselves. Inside was a group of orcs about a table, and sitting at the head of the round table was the king and his son. They were the tallest of all the orcs, but the others were still much taller than the company.
"Come hither, Adriel Woodleaf," said Bafrog-hir. "I hear that you defy me, and you entered our tombs without invitation. My son says that he battled with you, and he deems you a worthy warrior. Hail Adriel daughter of Eldroln! It seems word of you has gone farther than the borders of Rivendell and the borders of Gondor; your family was praised here." The words of the king seemed confusing to the rest of the company, for if Bafrog-hir and the Giant Orcs were their enemies, why was it that they praised the name of Woodleaf?
"Your majesty," said Adriel, "with all respect I must ask: why is it that I was brought hither? What crime hath I so cruelly committed that I should be smote by the hand of your son and his servants? If it is the Ring of Power you want, I've not it in my posesesion; it journeys far from these lands, wherever these lays may be... If it is my king's kingdom, you may not have it, for I am a warrior and I shall protect it and the king. If it is anything to do with me, then release my company, for they mean you no harm! Pray, Lord Bafrog-hir, what do you wish of me?" Adriel's voice seemed low and desinant, ringing fairly in the ears of all the orcs.
Bafrog-hir laughed and shook his head. "So much courage," he said; "just like your father. But, Adriel, do not wish to be as your father, for he, out of all the greatness of all those of the Woodleaf, was the only fool..." Bafrog-hir paused for a moment and relished the sour look upon Adriel's face. "But come, let this not hinder your thoughts towards me. I wish not for the Ring of Sauron, nor the kingdom of your king. I wish for the most valuable of all creations; the most magnificient of all elven crafts: the sword of Celbranir, Temrbanil, the sword of which you wield!" He pointed to the sword that seemed to shiver in its thin sheath.
Adriel put her hand to the sword. "You shall not have Temrbanil," she said in a low, soft voice. "Its only master is a master with pure intentions. Those who use it otherwise shall never live to see their face glistening in the shine of the blade. It is a pity, master king, that your ignorance has caused you all this trouble. You cannot have the sword, nor shall you ever, therefore I ask your leave."
"You shall give me that sword!" cried Bafrog-hir. He held his palm foward and Temrbanil shook violently in its sheath. It was then unsheathed by the power of the orc king and lain on the table before him. It seemed like a trinket infront of him. "It seems that the will of Temrbanil is weak; its blade does not shine."
"It will soon enough," Adriel said: "It is said through the words of the seer:
'Celbranir Temrbanil, sword of great power,
Sing no more until He comes,
Your rightful true master.
Heed no will of any man,
Until thou find thy soul,
Celbranir Temrbanil, wait for thy master.'
"And so it is that Temrbanil will shine and sing no more until it finds the spirit of its master," she continued. "And thy heart is unpure and unclean, smeared with the blood of your enemies. Until you can make it shine once more, Temrbanil belongs to me." Adriel stood tall before the court of Bafrog-hir, and saw the angered look upon the king's face. He chuckled softly and looked down at the sword. He reached out for it, but immediately there was a flash of pale light.
"What is going on?" cried the king. He opened his eyes and saw Temrbanil, still dull and chipped, sitting before him. Once again he reached for the sword, but he felt a terrible sting in his hands and they began to bleed.
"Infamous wretch!" shouted Sagorim. "Thou hast injured mine father! Thou shalt pay for thine deeds! Thou shall be a witness to the horrible wrath of the orcs!" Sagorim jumped over the table to where the company stood and unsheathed his sword. The company let loose their weapons: Legolas and Adriel with their bows, Gimli with his axe, and Aragorn with his sword. "I should kill you now and save you your pain."
"Kill me if you wish," said Adriel; "But my legend will live on, and Temrbanil will never be yours." Sagorim trembled and grunted, walking back towards his father, who still held his hand. He looked sorrowfully at Temrbanil, which still sat dull and did not sing. He hit it hard and it fell into Adriel's hands. She again sheathed it.
The court of Bafrog-hir was silent. They had, at last, seen an elf outwit and overpower their king, Bafrog-hir. Even Sagorim stood unwavering and quiet as he looked at his father. The king's eyes were fixed on the company. He saw Aragorn Isildur's heir, Gimli son of Gloin, Legolas son of Thranduil, and Adriel daughter of Eldroln; all of them were warriors of the places they hailed, and all were respected and honoured wherever they went. Angry, Bafrog-hir ordered the shackles be put once again upon the wrists of the prionsers, and that they be taken at once to their cell. He sat down again in his throne and wept.
The silence of the cell crept up again behind Adriel. Even as her back was to the stone wall she could sense the darkness and the evil. No soul spoke then, after what happened in the great room. Adriel, even though she was the merriest of elves, hid herself in the corner. Aragorn looked towards the door, as if anticipating an orc to set them free. He sighed and looked above him, where the ceiling was high and all was dark.
"I wonder how Mirthrandir and the halfling are doing," he said at last. The others turned and gazed at him. "Whither are they? What horrible tortures could they be facing? How do we know that they are not in this very dwelling? It is a pity, as you once said Adriel, that Mirthrandir is not here to guide us. But I shall do the guiding once we break free from here; I shall be your leader."
"Break free?" asked Gimli. "How on middle-earth can you attempt a feat like that? What, do you wish to break down the door and scare the living souls of the orcs? Nay, that does not work. Nay, I shall not follow should you decided to 'break free.' You are sane in heart, Aragorn prince, but thy mind is not. There is no way out."
Aragorn scoffed at the dwarf. "Thankyou, son of Gloin," he replied. "And when I next desire your open opinion I shall ask for it! Now come," he said as he stood, "there must be a way out of this place. After all, why would there be darkness in the heights above us if there was nothing to hide?" Aragorn took from his side his sword and threw it into the darkness above. It disappeared for a moment, then they heard a *klank*. The sword fell back towards the earth again. "As I thought," Aragorn muttered. "There is a roof."
"How should we then get up there, Elessar?" asked Gimli. "Surely I've not webbed feet such as the creature Smeagol, nor do I wings."
Aragorn looked about him; there was a way to get out, they just had to find it. The orcs were not as intelligent as to hide places on their own, unless they had the unwilling aid of Saruman the traitor (which was at this point unlikely, for even as they served the Dark Hand and the Eye, they had yet to mention Saruman). Aragorn brushed the walls lightly with his fingers tips, looking for a crevice in the wall. At last he came to the farthest wall and the darkest corner and put his hand atop the crevice. There was a low rumbling, and then silence. Light shone above them immediately: it was the blue sky.
"Alas!" cried Legolas. "None can jump, perhaps save Adriel and I, up there! How are we to get up there? I long for the blue sky and the trees of my home, but it will be hard to get there!"
"Wait," said Aragorn. Wait they did, until suddenly they heard another low rumbling noise. It seemed as if the floor was shaking. The door suddenly burst open and there was a flood of orcs, shouting and cursing. "Now! Run!" With hopeful hearts, the company of what was then four dashed past the shorter orcs, dodged and slew the taller, and jumped over stairs. At last they returned to the Tunnel at Darun-Him, in which the stair had collapsed and nearly brought Adriel and Gandalf to their demise. To the company's dismay, behind them were orcs, and now across the opening were more.
"Give up!" shouted some of the shorter ones, whilst the larger ones made their way to the company.
"We have to jump!" said Adriel to Aragorn. "I see only hellfire down there, but it is the only way to keep ourselves from further punishment from Bafrog-hir!" Suddenly, Adriel jumped into the enormous chamber below, where stairs and bridges crossed each other over pits of fire and darkness. Immediately behind her was Legolas, then Gimli, who was lucky to be caught in Legolas' arms, before he fell in the pit of fire. Aragorn remained at the top to slay more orcs.
"Quickly now, Aragorn!" shouted Legolas. "We do not want to lose another member, nor have one slain!"
Before Aragorn could jump willfully, an orc pushed him and went down, flailing his arms about. Adriel caught his wrist before he fell further into the chasm, and she brought him upon the bridge. They all drew their weapons, for in the tunnels across the other bridges they could drumbeats and many feet. They ran down the bridge with their weapons glistening, and hurried to the next tunnel.
-continue to part vi
-ok, is it ok so far? they didn't spend much time in the court or in bafrog-hir's place, but that's all right because i don't like him. keep in mind that all characters that dwell underneath the lands of mordor were my own creation (except for the fact they're orcs; orcs were created by tolkien. the ones that are named are mine! mine!!! hehe). i think having aragorn pushed off the ledge would be mighty funny, because i can just picture the look on his face when he falls and then is caught by the elf. ^_^ not much has happened with legolas and adriel, but they'll get talking later. i just hate too much ... "mush" i suppose you can call it. i know that many LOTR fans favor action. so... there is lots of action, maybe not killing, but much ... action/adventure type things. have fun!
by AndromedaM13Titan
disclaimer: j.r.r tolkien is one of the best authors, his books are best, and all his characters are great. this fan fiction is about legolas, though i do not own him, anyo f the characters, or half of the places in this story. the only characters new to this tale is Adriel, also called Erimas, the daughter of the Elven-Warlord Eldroln; and the other is the Elvenprincess Halardrin, also called Aletia, daughter of Colodrin... and any other person they meet in Southeast Mirkwood (because i made up that kingdom); Sagorim son of Bafrog-Him; Bafrog-him and his council; and Deowar.
a/n: much has happened since the beginning; they have met adriel, they have met colodrin and haladrin; they have been sent to mirkwood; they have faught and slain orcs; they have witnessed the power of temrbanil; they have seen the Tombs of Darun-Him, or the Tombs of Elvenkings; they have seen Sagorim son of Bafrog-hir, prince of Giant Orcs; and they have been captured by their enemy. With the exception of Gandalf and Pippin, of course. Tarry! Tarry good readers!
lord of the rings is NOT a trilogy, according to tolkien, it is ONE book with 6 books in it.
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Part V: Court Before Bafrog-hir
The darkness was unbearable at first. The air was dense and heavy, as if a thick fog hovered above. Adriel could hardly breathe, and she could not see either. The only thing she could tell was that heavy shackles hung tightly about her wrists; chains tied her ankles to the floor; and her back was up against cold stone. She could sense others about her, and knew it must be the others of the fellowship. Suddenly, a few orcs barged in and put torches about various places in the room. They did not seem to heed the others' presence, and walked out the door again.
"Master Elf," said Adriel. "Legolas Greenleaf! Wake up!" Adriel used her shackles to hit Legolas' shoulder, who sat on her right side. "We have been taken hostage by the orcs of Sagorim, and according to Gimli Gloin's son over there, we are at Afrum-Dir: a hellish, underground lair constructed by Sagorim's father. Pray, do you fare well? Are you injured?"
Legolas opened his eyes and shook his head. "No," he said. "I am well and unscathed. But I must divuldge that you were right; we should never have gone further through the tombs."
"Nonsense!" shouted Adriel, laughing as she said so. "I felt the flame for fighting rekindle in my heart as I saw Sagorim, and I do not regret any moment I spent slaying the enemies. Come, Legolas, you are too soft-hearted for a warrior. Whither did you go that made you so? Was it Haladrin, Colodrin, or your high and mighty father? I doubt it not that it was Haladrin. But come now, tell me: how have you fared in the past three centuries? I apologize for not speaking more thoroughly back in Rivendell, yet now I see we've enough time and less ears that we may speak openly."
Legolas smiled, "I fared well. Little happened in Mirkwood, besides the escape of Smeagol Gollum. He was a poor fellow. Alas that the enemy picks such mindless creatures as its pawns! Alas! for all the eyes that must endure the wrath of Sauron! And as for myself being softhearted, I believe myself not so. You speak unjustly, for you have not witnessed any strength of mine for three hundred and eleventeen years, thus you've no right to judge. I must admit, however, that thy strength was underestimated by many elves, and until the battle with the orcs in the Tomb, I deemed you weak. You have tarried on, I see."
"Alas for Gollum?" said Adriel, looking rathef baffled. "For what reason should any pity the creature? Yes, I do so for he was used by the Dark Hand and in the end the ring deceived him, but it was not right to say: 'Alas for Smeagol Gollum!'. You are an odd fellow, as you are Thranduil's son."
Silence enveloped the room, and soon an orc came barging into the cell. It was a tall but thin orc, one with many features of age upon its face, and one with a club hanging by its side. It had bright red eyes that pierced the crystal eyes of Adriel, but it seemed there was weariness behind the tough exterior; as if his thoughts dwelled elsewhere. He came and unchained them from the wall and floor, but kept the shackles about their wrists. Aragorn woke to the sound of the orc cursing to himself, whilst Gimli, Legolas, and Adriel were motioned to stand. Their bones cracked and they stretched, but then more orcs came and grabbed them by their chains.
"Whither do we go?" asked Adriel to the orc which led her out of the cell. "To meet Sagorim?"
The orc turned and hissed at Adriel. "Worse," it said; "You meetss hiss father: Bafrog-hir. Our massster wishhes a word or two with the company. It seemss we have yet to retrieve the leader, Mirthrandir, and hiss little halfling." The orcs turned back and led the rest of the company through a dark hall, one much like the Tunnel at Darun-him. At the end of this tunnel were large, polished, black doors, which seemed to open by themselves. Inside was a group of orcs about a table, and sitting at the head of the round table was the king and his son. They were the tallest of all the orcs, but the others were still much taller than the company.
"Come hither, Adriel Woodleaf," said Bafrog-hir. "I hear that you defy me, and you entered our tombs without invitation. My son says that he battled with you, and he deems you a worthy warrior. Hail Adriel daughter of Eldroln! It seems word of you has gone farther than the borders of Rivendell and the borders of Gondor; your family was praised here." The words of the king seemed confusing to the rest of the company, for if Bafrog-hir and the Giant Orcs were their enemies, why was it that they praised the name of Woodleaf?
"Your majesty," said Adriel, "with all respect I must ask: why is it that I was brought hither? What crime hath I so cruelly committed that I should be smote by the hand of your son and his servants? If it is the Ring of Power you want, I've not it in my posesesion; it journeys far from these lands, wherever these lays may be... If it is my king's kingdom, you may not have it, for I am a warrior and I shall protect it and the king. If it is anything to do with me, then release my company, for they mean you no harm! Pray, Lord Bafrog-hir, what do you wish of me?" Adriel's voice seemed low and desinant, ringing fairly in the ears of all the orcs.
Bafrog-hir laughed and shook his head. "So much courage," he said; "just like your father. But, Adriel, do not wish to be as your father, for he, out of all the greatness of all those of the Woodleaf, was the only fool..." Bafrog-hir paused for a moment and relished the sour look upon Adriel's face. "But come, let this not hinder your thoughts towards me. I wish not for the Ring of Sauron, nor the kingdom of your king. I wish for the most valuable of all creations; the most magnificient of all elven crafts: the sword of Celbranir, Temrbanil, the sword of which you wield!" He pointed to the sword that seemed to shiver in its thin sheath.
Adriel put her hand to the sword. "You shall not have Temrbanil," she said in a low, soft voice. "Its only master is a master with pure intentions. Those who use it otherwise shall never live to see their face glistening in the shine of the blade. It is a pity, master king, that your ignorance has caused you all this trouble. You cannot have the sword, nor shall you ever, therefore I ask your leave."
"You shall give me that sword!" cried Bafrog-hir. He held his palm foward and Temrbanil shook violently in its sheath. It was then unsheathed by the power of the orc king and lain on the table before him. It seemed like a trinket infront of him. "It seems that the will of Temrbanil is weak; its blade does not shine."
"It will soon enough," Adriel said: "It is said through the words of the seer:
'Celbranir Temrbanil, sword of great power,
Sing no more until He comes,
Your rightful true master.
Heed no will of any man,
Until thou find thy soul,
Celbranir Temrbanil, wait for thy master.'
"And so it is that Temrbanil will shine and sing no more until it finds the spirit of its master," she continued. "And thy heart is unpure and unclean, smeared with the blood of your enemies. Until you can make it shine once more, Temrbanil belongs to me." Adriel stood tall before the court of Bafrog-hir, and saw the angered look upon the king's face. He chuckled softly and looked down at the sword. He reached out for it, but immediately there was a flash of pale light.
"What is going on?" cried the king. He opened his eyes and saw Temrbanil, still dull and chipped, sitting before him. Once again he reached for the sword, but he felt a terrible sting in his hands and they began to bleed.
"Infamous wretch!" shouted Sagorim. "Thou hast injured mine father! Thou shalt pay for thine deeds! Thou shall be a witness to the horrible wrath of the orcs!" Sagorim jumped over the table to where the company stood and unsheathed his sword. The company let loose their weapons: Legolas and Adriel with their bows, Gimli with his axe, and Aragorn with his sword. "I should kill you now and save you your pain."
"Kill me if you wish," said Adriel; "But my legend will live on, and Temrbanil will never be yours." Sagorim trembled and grunted, walking back towards his father, who still held his hand. He looked sorrowfully at Temrbanil, which still sat dull and did not sing. He hit it hard and it fell into Adriel's hands. She again sheathed it.
The court of Bafrog-hir was silent. They had, at last, seen an elf outwit and overpower their king, Bafrog-hir. Even Sagorim stood unwavering and quiet as he looked at his father. The king's eyes were fixed on the company. He saw Aragorn Isildur's heir, Gimli son of Gloin, Legolas son of Thranduil, and Adriel daughter of Eldroln; all of them were warriors of the places they hailed, and all were respected and honoured wherever they went. Angry, Bafrog-hir ordered the shackles be put once again upon the wrists of the prionsers, and that they be taken at once to their cell. He sat down again in his throne and wept.
The silence of the cell crept up again behind Adriel. Even as her back was to the stone wall she could sense the darkness and the evil. No soul spoke then, after what happened in the great room. Adriel, even though she was the merriest of elves, hid herself in the corner. Aragorn looked towards the door, as if anticipating an orc to set them free. He sighed and looked above him, where the ceiling was high and all was dark.
"I wonder how Mirthrandir and the halfling are doing," he said at last. The others turned and gazed at him. "Whither are they? What horrible tortures could they be facing? How do we know that they are not in this very dwelling? It is a pity, as you once said Adriel, that Mirthrandir is not here to guide us. But I shall do the guiding once we break free from here; I shall be your leader."
"Break free?" asked Gimli. "How on middle-earth can you attempt a feat like that? What, do you wish to break down the door and scare the living souls of the orcs? Nay, that does not work. Nay, I shall not follow should you decided to 'break free.' You are sane in heart, Aragorn prince, but thy mind is not. There is no way out."
Aragorn scoffed at the dwarf. "Thankyou, son of Gloin," he replied. "And when I next desire your open opinion I shall ask for it! Now come," he said as he stood, "there must be a way out of this place. After all, why would there be darkness in the heights above us if there was nothing to hide?" Aragorn took from his side his sword and threw it into the darkness above. It disappeared for a moment, then they heard a *klank*. The sword fell back towards the earth again. "As I thought," Aragorn muttered. "There is a roof."
"How should we then get up there, Elessar?" asked Gimli. "Surely I've not webbed feet such as the creature Smeagol, nor do I wings."
Aragorn looked about him; there was a way to get out, they just had to find it. The orcs were not as intelligent as to hide places on their own, unless they had the unwilling aid of Saruman the traitor (which was at this point unlikely, for even as they served the Dark Hand and the Eye, they had yet to mention Saruman). Aragorn brushed the walls lightly with his fingers tips, looking for a crevice in the wall. At last he came to the farthest wall and the darkest corner and put his hand atop the crevice. There was a low rumbling, and then silence. Light shone above them immediately: it was the blue sky.
"Alas!" cried Legolas. "None can jump, perhaps save Adriel and I, up there! How are we to get up there? I long for the blue sky and the trees of my home, but it will be hard to get there!"
"Wait," said Aragorn. Wait they did, until suddenly they heard another low rumbling noise. It seemed as if the floor was shaking. The door suddenly burst open and there was a flood of orcs, shouting and cursing. "Now! Run!" With hopeful hearts, the company of what was then four dashed past the shorter orcs, dodged and slew the taller, and jumped over stairs. At last they returned to the Tunnel at Darun-Him, in which the stair had collapsed and nearly brought Adriel and Gandalf to their demise. To the company's dismay, behind them were orcs, and now across the opening were more.
"Give up!" shouted some of the shorter ones, whilst the larger ones made their way to the company.
"We have to jump!" said Adriel to Aragorn. "I see only hellfire down there, but it is the only way to keep ourselves from further punishment from Bafrog-hir!" Suddenly, Adriel jumped into the enormous chamber below, where stairs and bridges crossed each other over pits of fire and darkness. Immediately behind her was Legolas, then Gimli, who was lucky to be caught in Legolas' arms, before he fell in the pit of fire. Aragorn remained at the top to slay more orcs.
"Quickly now, Aragorn!" shouted Legolas. "We do not want to lose another member, nor have one slain!"
Before Aragorn could jump willfully, an orc pushed him and went down, flailing his arms about. Adriel caught his wrist before he fell further into the chasm, and she brought him upon the bridge. They all drew their weapons, for in the tunnels across the other bridges they could drumbeats and many feet. They ran down the bridge with their weapons glistening, and hurried to the next tunnel.
-continue to part vi
-ok, is it ok so far? they didn't spend much time in the court or in bafrog-hir's place, but that's all right because i don't like him. keep in mind that all characters that dwell underneath the lands of mordor were my own creation (except for the fact they're orcs; orcs were created by tolkien. the ones that are named are mine! mine!!! hehe). i think having aragorn pushed off the ledge would be mighty funny, because i can just picture the look on his face when he falls and then is caught by the elf. ^_^ not much has happened with legolas and adriel, but they'll get talking later. i just hate too much ... "mush" i suppose you can call it. i know that many LOTR fans favor action. so... there is lots of action, maybe not killing, but much ... action/adventure type things. have fun!
