CHAPTER 6
Legolas stared hard at the ceiling. He could not figure out why he was in pain. He had not been hurt in the battle, and the poisoned knife had not touched him. But still… Aragorn was worried. Legolas rolled his eyes. Pain issue indeed. Humph. Well, pain or no pain, he need to see Lynn and Elana, explain to them about Arwen, tell them what had happened with the Mafia. He wasn't sure if they'd remember. He stood up, wincing a little, and walk softly to the door. 'I wonder where Aragorn went in such a hurry.' He thought, as he opened the door. But that thought was quickly banished as he looked out the door and saw what was there.
Elberth beria nin.
There, waiting for him, was Boromir. The man began to move towards the prince. Legolas took a step back, holding out his hands as if to defend himself. "Whoa, hey, man, I didn't hit you that hard. Just back off." But Boromir kept advancing. He smiled maliciously. "So you escaped the mafia. I was surprised they didn't kill your friends...but I guess they enjoy torturing them more. Course you must know I did some of that myself." Legolas lunged at him, clawing at his face, his eyes, anything he could reach, practicaly lacerating the man's face with his bare hands. Boromir fell back with a cry, not expecting such a savage attack.
But he managed to get his fingers into his mouth and let out a piercing whistle.
Five of the nine stepped from the shadows. Two seized the elf and held him while the other three kept a close guard on him. A great shadow came forth and drew it's sword. the witch-king. It let out an evil laugh. "So we meet again Legolas, for the last time!"(avery, you can delete that last part if u want...recently rewatched toy story.) Leglolas held still until the last second. Just as the blade was raised over his head, he slid out of the mafia's grasp and ran, the high shrieks following him all the way.
The elf burst into the hospital wing. "Aragorn! Where is Aragorn!?" he yelled. People yelled back for him to be quiet. He rememered where he was and lowered his voice. Elrohir was the one to talk to him. "Legolas, what do you need?" he asked quietly. "Aragorn! Where is Aragorn!?" Legolas asked urgently. "You just missed him." said Elrohir, puzzled. "Gandalf came in yelling about something. Aragorn may be released from his clutches by now. But I don't see-" His sentence was cut off by the prince bolting from the room.
Class had started at least 15 minutes ago, so Legolas suspected Aragorn would be in the dorms. The halls were dark and silent. If you listened hard enough you could hear the wind howling outside. The hair on the back of the young elf's neck stood on end. "Something's not right..."he thought. "I need to find Aragorn before anything happens." But he needn't have bothered, for at that moment he felt a stabbing pain in left shoulder. Crying out in his own tounge, he fell to his knees, gripping his shoulder to stem the flow of blood. Pain took over his whole body. Just before the world went dark, he heard a cold female voice. "Naamarie, maltare."*. Then the screams as people changed classes. Then all went black.
Aragorn lay on his bed in the dorms much in the same way as Legolas had some time earlier. If anyone had walked in, they might have thought he was dead. In a way, he was dead. Dead to the world and it's problems. He had problems of his own. At that minute, however, all the students streamed into the dorms, breaking his thoughts. He sat up and watched the steady flow. He had never seen this many students in the dorms at once before. Everyone looked scared and some of the girls were crying. "What's going on?" he asked a particularly fat dwarf. "Somebody's been attacked...stabbed. An elf, I think." he told the future king. Aragorn leaped up and elbowed his way into the crowd. About half way in he spotted Elana and Lynn, both newly arrived from the hospital wing. They were not crying but looked as if they were in shock. "Where is Legolas?" Aragorn asked them. They pointed silently in the general direction of the hospital wing. "Oh, no." Aragorn moaned, then took off through the mob. Lynn and Elana followed at his heels.
He burst into the hospital wing and ran towards the sectioned off part of the room where the twins slept. No one was there. Lynn tugged on his sleeve. "I hear voices over there." she whispered pointing around the corner. The twins were there with the headmaster, bending over a bed. Elana shoved past her friends and rushed to the bed. Walking slowly around to the other side, she could easily see the elf on the now blood stained sheets. "What happened?" she asked. Elladan shook his head. "He got stabbed with a poisoned knife." he stated in a monotone voice. Elana paled. "Wh-what kind of poison?" she asked. "Elana-" "WHAT POISON?" she shrieked. Elladan sighed. "Minque-ywalma"** Lynn tugged on Aragorn again. "What's minque-ywalma?" she asked. Aragorn sighed. "It is a poison that turns you to the opposite of what you are. Arwen threatened us with it some time before, remember?" Lynn nodded and watched her friend. Elana steadied herself. "YOUR LYING!" she cried. that couldn't be, it was impossible. "Elan-" Elladan began again, but the girl was beyond aid. "Legolas!" she shrieked, shaking the elf's arm. "PLease get up!" He would in a minute, tell them to stop messing with her mind...but nothing happened. Legolas remained as still as before. Elana sunk to her knees beside the bed, fighting the urge to weep. "I'm sorry, Elana." Elrohir said. "But there is nothing more we can do for him."
*Farewell, golden prince
** elven torture
Legolas stared hard at the ceiling. He could not figure out why he was in pain. He had not been hurt in the battle, and the poisoned knife had not touched him. But still… Aragorn was worried. Legolas rolled his eyes. Pain issue indeed. Humph. Well, pain or no pain, he need to see Lynn and Elana, explain to them about Arwen, tell them what had happened with the Mafia. He wasn't sure if they'd remember. He stood up, wincing a little, and walk softly to the door. 'I wonder where Aragorn went in such a hurry.' He thought, as he opened the door. But that thought was quickly banished as he looked out the door and saw what was there.
Elberth beria nin.
There, waiting for him, was Boromir. The man began to move towards the prince. Legolas took a step back, holding out his hands as if to defend himself. "Whoa, hey, man, I didn't hit you that hard. Just back off." But Boromir kept advancing. He smiled maliciously. "So you escaped the mafia. I was surprised they didn't kill your friends...but I guess they enjoy torturing them more. Course you must know I did some of that myself." Legolas lunged at him, clawing at his face, his eyes, anything he could reach, practicaly lacerating the man's face with his bare hands. Boromir fell back with a cry, not expecting such a savage attack.
But he managed to get his fingers into his mouth and let out a piercing whistle.
Five of the nine stepped from the shadows. Two seized the elf and held him while the other three kept a close guard on him. A great shadow came forth and drew it's sword. the witch-king. It let out an evil laugh. "So we meet again Legolas, for the last time!"(avery, you can delete that last part if u want...recently rewatched toy story.) Leglolas held still until the last second. Just as the blade was raised over his head, he slid out of the mafia's grasp and ran, the high shrieks following him all the way.
The elf burst into the hospital wing. "Aragorn! Where is Aragorn!?" he yelled. People yelled back for him to be quiet. He rememered where he was and lowered his voice. Elrohir was the one to talk to him. "Legolas, what do you need?" he asked quietly. "Aragorn! Where is Aragorn!?" Legolas asked urgently. "You just missed him." said Elrohir, puzzled. "Gandalf came in yelling about something. Aragorn may be released from his clutches by now. But I don't see-" His sentence was cut off by the prince bolting from the room.
Class had started at least 15 minutes ago, so Legolas suspected Aragorn would be in the dorms. The halls were dark and silent. If you listened hard enough you could hear the wind howling outside. The hair on the back of the young elf's neck stood on end. "Something's not right..."he thought. "I need to find Aragorn before anything happens." But he needn't have bothered, for at that moment he felt a stabbing pain in left shoulder. Crying out in his own tounge, he fell to his knees, gripping his shoulder to stem the flow of blood. Pain took over his whole body. Just before the world went dark, he heard a cold female voice. "Naamarie, maltare."*. Then the screams as people changed classes. Then all went black.
Aragorn lay on his bed in the dorms much in the same way as Legolas had some time earlier. If anyone had walked in, they might have thought he was dead. In a way, he was dead. Dead to the world and it's problems. He had problems of his own. At that minute, however, all the students streamed into the dorms, breaking his thoughts. He sat up and watched the steady flow. He had never seen this many students in the dorms at once before. Everyone looked scared and some of the girls were crying. "What's going on?" he asked a particularly fat dwarf. "Somebody's been attacked...stabbed. An elf, I think." he told the future king. Aragorn leaped up and elbowed his way into the crowd. About half way in he spotted Elana and Lynn, both newly arrived from the hospital wing. They were not crying but looked as if they were in shock. "Where is Legolas?" Aragorn asked them. They pointed silently in the general direction of the hospital wing. "Oh, no." Aragorn moaned, then took off through the mob. Lynn and Elana followed at his heels.
He burst into the hospital wing and ran towards the sectioned off part of the room where the twins slept. No one was there. Lynn tugged on his sleeve. "I hear voices over there." she whispered pointing around the corner. The twins were there with the headmaster, bending over a bed. Elana shoved past her friends and rushed to the bed. Walking slowly around to the other side, she could easily see the elf on the now blood stained sheets. "What happened?" she asked. Elladan shook his head. "He got stabbed with a poisoned knife." he stated in a monotone voice. Elana paled. "Wh-what kind of poison?" she asked. "Elana-" "WHAT POISON?" she shrieked. Elladan sighed. "Minque-ywalma"** Lynn tugged on Aragorn again. "What's minque-ywalma?" she asked. Aragorn sighed. "It is a poison that turns you to the opposite of what you are. Arwen threatened us with it some time before, remember?" Lynn nodded and watched her friend. Elana steadied herself. "YOUR LYING!" she cried. that couldn't be, it was impossible. "Elan-" Elladan began again, but the girl was beyond aid. "Legolas!" she shrieked, shaking the elf's arm. "PLease get up!" He would in a minute, tell them to stop messing with her mind...but nothing happened. Legolas remained as still as before. Elana sunk to her knees beside the bed, fighting the urge to weep. "I'm sorry, Elana." Elrohir said. "But there is nothing more we can do for him."
*Farewell, golden prince
** elven torture
