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chapter is rather short in comparison, but I have exams all next week so it
was either this now, or just a little bit more way later. Anyway, personal
thanks to reviewers at the end.
The Stone of Malinya
Legolas lay on the cold stone floor of his cell, gasping for breath. In the distance he could hear water running. A great river flowed somewhere nearby, and its sound resonated into his mind with a numbing force every time his pulse pounded.
His shoulder was still bleeding heavily and his head ached, along with the rest of his body. A great weariness began to overtake him and he felt his eyelids begin to droop. But he would not allow them to close. It was not natural for his people to sleep with closed eyes and he knew that he was actually closer to unconsciousness than sleep. Pain wracked his body but that did not bother him nearly as much as the chill in his heart, left by Risorine's hatred and malice.
An hour ago he had awoken from his light rest because of an ache in his head. It had been a different kind of pain than he had felt before; it was very sudden and familiar. He raised a hand to his forehead and noticed his skin glowed palely.
"The Mist of Concealment has worn off." He thought to himself sorrowfully as he raised the hood of his cloak over his head. He knew he would have to be careful if he did not wish to reveal his identity to his captors. They had treated him roughly as it was by not tending to any of his injuries or feeding him (which he didn't really mind) but had for the time left him alone. He didn't think that would be the case if they knew him to be an elf.
Not long after he realized this he heard voices and footsteps approaching. There was a jangle of keys and the door to his cell was opened. Legolas feared that the darkness around him would betray him and the luminescence of his skin, but luck was with him. The sun was in just the right position to beam into the short hallway and as Risorine entered his cell so did enough light to brighten the room.
Legolas rose to his feet as he entered, refusing to remain below the Man, and found his leg was sturdier than he thought it would be; it still pained him but the muscles had almost mended themselves. Risorine smirked at the small act of defiance. Legolas tensed, ready to lash out at his captor, but decided now was not the time for escape as several armed guards appeared at the door.
"I see you're hardly worse for wear. You better hope Lord Elessar is willing to give up the Stone to keep you that way." Risorine said. He clearly enjoyed having Legolas at his mercy and the Elf could still see the anger in the Man's eyes, though he covered it with smugness.
"As I have said before, the Stone of Malinya will never be yours Risorine. Now what is it that you wish?" Legolas asked, eager for the man to leave.
"Not much. Just stand still and this will be over in a moment." Risorine said as he took a step closer and revealed the knife he had hidden from view.
Legolas acted on instinct and slammed away the man's wrist with his open palms, causing him to drop his weapon. Moving swiftly, Legolas drove his elbow into the man's face then dove for the knife. Risorine stumbled back, his nose bleeding, and was steadied by one of his guards. Legolas had barely gotten his fingers around the hilt of the weapon when a heavy boot slammed down on his wrists, causing him to drop his prize. With his free foot, the guard trapping him kicked the knife away. Legolas glared up at the man, who smirked triumphantly. His arms still trapped, Legolas rolled forward on the balls of his feet then pulled himself backwards with all his might, freeing himself from beneath the man's feet and causing his captor to fall.
He began to rise but didn't see the kick coming until it was too late and couldn't block it as it connected with his head. The elf flew back into the wall, shouting in agony as his injured shoulder took most of the impact. The guards pounced on him them, five in all, and held him in place against the wall. When he tried to struggle once more his head was slammed into the hard stone, banishing all thoughts for pain instead. He suddenly noticed his hood had fallen down during the fight.
"That was unnecessary." Risorine commented as he approached, wiping a drop of blood from his split lip. There was anger in his eyes and he delivered a swift punch to Legolas's ribs, who was unable to double over due to the restricting hands upon him.
Risorine bent down and picked up his knife, then held it to his captive's throat. But Legolas would not give the Man the pleasure of seeing him flinch from its touch, or see fear in his eyes so he stood calm and defiant.
This angered Risorine further but he moved the knife and simply cut off a lock of the elf's hair.
"This is all I need." He said, then turned to leave the room. "Bind him tighter." He ordered as he reached for the door.
Legolas was forced away from the wall and onto his knees. He was held tight as his wrists were cut free and then tied behind his back once again, tighter than before. One of the guards holding him stared at him hard for a few moments, noting that there was something odd about him that he hadn't noticed before, but he was unable to pinpoint what it was. As Risorine opened the door to leave the cell a great mass of light surged in, brightening the room considerably. It had been the glow of the elf's skin that originally gained the man's attention, but as the light filtered into the room the guard noticed something else about their prisoner.
"Captain, come back!" The guard yelled immediately, backing away in surprise. "You must see this!"
"What is it?" Risorine asked, becoming annoyed and not wishing to see any more of their 'guest.' As he entered the cell again he began to close the door behind him and in the darkness also noticed the difference in their prisoner's features. His curiosity peaked, and as he stepped forward a theory began to form in his mind.
Legolas, who was still being forced to kneel on the cold stone, was hauled to his feet by Risorine. The Man had a tight hold on his hair and tilted his head back roughly, clearly revealing his Elven features.
"Elf." Risorine spat the word as if it sickened him, and then threw Legolas roughly to the floor. He landed silently, refusing to put words to his pain. Risorine stared hard at him for a moment, truly seeing his enemy for the first time. "Lord Elessar's deceptions run deeper than I thought, and this is the worst offence of all." A new fire erupted behind Risorine's eyes, kindled by a different kind of hatred; a much darker kind. He knelt in front of Legolas, his eyes narrowed in anger as if that would intimidate the warrior. "Then he shall simply have to pay for his deceptions. Elves have not walked within our borders for centuries, and they will not do so again."
Legolas laughed softly, despite the situation, "I think you would be surprised by how wrong you are." He said, remembering his meeting with Algoral. If there had been a single elf in a troupe of only seven he couldn't help but think there were probably more elves in Brelan. When he saw Risorine's confusion he elaborated, "I met another of my kind within your borders and he told me he has lived among your people for years."
"You lie through your teeth Elf," Risorine replied without doubt, emphasizing his passion with a swift kick to Legolas's unprotected ribs. "As do all your kind. There is good reason we despise your people in this land, and it runs deeper than simple dislike as it has for centuries. You are not just unwelcome, you are forbidden. But do you know the main reason why there are no elves in Brelan? Because the penalty for them to walk here is death. I would kill you myself but I may yet have use for you." Risorine remarked, then rose to his feet.
"Lord Elessar is more of a fool than I thought for bringing you here, to the land that most despises you."
"Obviously you have not been to the Dwarf lands." Legolas mumbled as he began to regain his breath.
"How could you call someone friend, who would risk you life so openly? I wonder if he will be willing to trade the Stone for you; it is clear he cares naught for your well-being." Risorine said, ignoring the comment. He was enjoying tormenting the elf and attempting to put doubt to the relationship he knew to be so strong.
"I came to Brelan of my own will. I had hopes of freeing your people from their ignorance about the Eldar, but now I see that may not be possible. Your hatred runs deep and is unwarranted." Legolas said. His voice was tinged with sadness, caused by the hatred he had felt for his people for so many days.
"We know more than enough. You had best hope your friends come for you. If they don't I may just hand you over to Lord Vecery. He hates your kind more than any other I know. I would love to see what punishment he would enforce, not just on you but on your friends as well." Risorine left Legolas to think this point over and exited the cell, taking his men with him.
Legolas shook his head ruefully, pitying the Man for his ignorance and hatred. His head ached and his knee had been badly jarred, but worst of all, the blood flowing from his open wound was greater than before, and it was not long until unconsciousness overtook the elf once more. His last thoughts were of the beauty of the Stone of Malinya.
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Aragorn entered the King's hall for the second time in the same hour, followed closely by Gimli, having formed a new plan of rescue to retrieve their friend.
"Lord Elessar, my men are ready and at your command." Lord Vecery said as he entered.
"Thirty men await you outside. I thought a small company would be best for this outing." Sorinth added.
"You may tell them to stand down, at least for now. I received a letter from Risorine and he wishes to make a trade with me, tonight at dusk. He will return Salogel in exchange for a great treasure that I carry." Aragorn replied cryptically, not knowing how much he could tell this man for now.
"And what is this treasure?" Lord Vecery asked. Aragorn wished he hadn't.
"I am afraid I cannot tell you." Aragorn said, honestly regretful.
"You cannot tell me? Can you tell me why not?" Lord Vecery asked indignantly.
Aragorn shook his head, "No. I am sorry to keep this from you, but I must insist you not press me on this matter."
"If I am to help you Lord Elessar I must know I can trust you. This Man betrayed me as well. I am just as involved in this matter as you and I refuse to have secrets kept from me on this. This is my kingdom, my land ..."
"And it is my friend we go after." Gimli announced suddenly, interrupting the old king. "Forgive me my lord but our company has suffered nothing but hardships while in your land and yet we have held none of this against you during our stay here. Lord Elessar is a proud king and he must be allowed his secrets to keep, as you have kept from us, but let us not lose sight of what is important here. We have the chance to capture Risorine and bring him to justice, as well as retrieve Salogel. Do these petty things truly matter so much?"
Lord Vecery appeared deep in thought for long moments, and then spoke: "You speak the truth Master Dwarf, and I do not like things to be kept from me but I must understand and respect Lord Elessar's secrecy and hope that it has good reason."
"It does, I assure you." Aragorn replied.
Lord Vecery took in a deep breath, resignedly and asked, "What is your plan then?"
Aragorn nodded in thanks of the man's understanding and said, "Risorine instructed me to come alone, to the field where Salogel was taken and bring with me this treasure. Of course I have no intentions of doing this, coming alone that is. I will have need of your men, for I wish to arrive early and hide them in the surrounding forest. When Salogel is safe they will reveal themselves and you shall have Risorine and all his followers to do with as you please."
"Very well, you may take whom you need. Be careful though, as much as I would like to capture and punish Risorine for his crimes we must first help your friend." Lord Vecery said. Aragorn appreciated the sincerity in his voice.
"I will ensure his safety." Sorinth announced.
Lord Vecery turned to him, a patient and understanding look on his features, "You are injured, Sorinth. You will stay here." It was then that Aragorn truly noticed the bond between these two. They were of the right ages to be father and son, and acted as though they were in some fashions. Lord Vecery had no heir and Aragorn did not doubt that Sorinth would be ruler of Brelan when the old King passed away.
"This Man saved my life, a debt I intend to repay as best I can; I am obliged to go by this. Besides, I know the bordering forests well, they will need me." Sorinth's eyes burned with conviction. Whether approved or not, he would be going.
"Very well," Lord Vecery nodded, "But be careful."
"I will. I must go tell the men of our new course of action." He bowed and left the room.
"Thank-you for your understanding Lord Vecery, it will not be forgotten." Aragorn said respectfully.
"How long until you depart?" Vecery asked, hoping inside to end this situation quickly.
"Three hours. We want to be there before Risorine, perhaps scout the area." Gimli announced.
"I wish you luck then. I'm sure you have much to do."
"Of course." Aragorn knew they were being dismissed, but did not mind. Though the matters they spoke of were pressing, Lord Vecery still had a city to run. Aragorn knew all too well how he felt; torn between duty and emotion. They left the hall with no more words.
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"That went well." Gimli commented once out in the corridors.
"Let us hope things go as well for Legolas. Too long he has been with these men, and I fear what may happen if he is their prisoner much longer." Aragorn said, raw emotion tingeing his voice. He had had a great deal of emotions assaulting him lately and it was beginning to affect him. He could handle joy, betrayal, worry and anxiety, but to take in so much at once it became almost overwhelming. But he was handling it well, he just wished he didn't have to keep deceiving the men and king who helped him; it felt wrong, despite its necessity.
"Do you know how badly Legolas was injured?" Aragorn asked. He had asked before when they were rushed and still searching and had not received a clear answer from the Dwarf. Aragorn had tried to avoid asking at all but finally he did. He felt he should be prepared to deal with his friend's injuries, however severe.
Gimli sighed, obviously not pleased with the topic, "He was shot in the shoulder as I said; hard enough to knock him off the horse. He injured his leg when he fell, for he could not immediately stand, but I saw no blood. When Jarinel sped me away I could see him standing, ready to fight; the shaft of the arrow had broken off but it was still imbedded in his shoulder. I cannot say how he fared in the battle."
"We will have to hurry then, and be very careful around Risorine. Though the injuries you speak of would not be fatal to an Elf Risorine knows who he is now. I have my doubts of the kindness of his treatment and the state we may find him in." Aragorn grimaced.
When they reached Aragorn's room once more they went inside. Aragorn sat at the edge of his bed and dropped his head into his hands. For long minutes nothing, and everything, was said. Feelings and thoughts could be understood through the silence between the two companions. Worry and anxiety were prevalent.
Eventually Aragorn stood and opened a small cabinet beside the wall. From it he pulled his pack and withdrew from it the Stone of Malinya. It glowed and pulsed with a light so pure and spectacular it had to be watched. They were unwillingly pulled into the sight of it and for long minutes he and Gimli simply stared at its beauty, drawn into its mass of colors and light. Finally Gimli spoke:
"Will you give it to him? Put one of the greatest treasures in all of Middle-Earth, in the hands of that madman."
Aragorn continued to gaze into the Stone, his vision never wavering, but his mind clearly moving and turning so much. When he looked up he replied, "I will let him believe I have given it to him and that will be enough. Though Risorine may be granted sight and perhaps touch of Malinya's Stone, it will never be his. He shall know no beauty or light for a long time if I have my way."
"Its beauty is captivating, especially at first sight. We may be able to use that against them." Gimli commented. His strategic mind immediately sought out advantages wherever possible, and he knew the Stone was their best one.
"You may be right my friend," Aragorn commented, "I could sit and stare at its beauty until my final hours. Let us hope that Risorine may see the beauty of it as well, and not just its power." He reluctantly began wrapping the Stone in its cloth once more and placed it back in his bag, knowing they would have no need of it for several hours. The time would pass slowly.
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Legolas laid in darkness, not moving, barely seeing and trying not to feel. His bright eyes stared straight ahead as he walked through his dreams where he thankfully felt no pain. The sun shone brightly and the birds sang at the sight of him in this dream world; a world so very different from the one he now lived in.
The pain coursing through him had begun to die down and in its place a great weariness overtook him, until he was forced into sleep. He had lost much blood and his body was running out of energy, trying to heal his many injuries. The sleep would help; it would refresh him and help him when he awoke, if he awoke. He had been given no chance to look over his injuries to judge their seriousness and at the edges of his dreamland there was a tinge of worry. If his body only needed rest so he could heal himself he would be fine, but if his wounds were worse than he thought than he was dying and may not ever awaken.
But these thoughts were on the far borders of his dreamscape, places he did not visit while he walked through the peaceful woods. So the worries did not bother him here and he continued along through the forest, enjoying the sights and smells of nature. Blissfully unaware that he actually lay on a cold stone floor and his body around him was weakening.
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"Aragorn, they're ready." Gimli announced, peaking his head into the Man's room.
Aragorn did not rise from his bed, but remained hunched over, staring into his hands. Gimli sighed, thinking he was once more studying Legolas's blade, but as he stepped closer the Dwarf saw that the King of Men was again gazing deep into the Stone of Malinya. He at first worried that Aragorn had been pulled into its beauty, his thoughts and expression seemed so intense, but then he realized that though the Man was staring at it Aragorn was not truly *seeing* the Stone.
"What are you thinking about?" Gimli was surprised he'd asked the question, not usually being one to pry into others' business. But Aragorn seemed so deep in thought that he couldn't help his curiosity.
"I was recalling a conversation we had, long before we left for Brelan. I told you both something that I myself had almost forgotten in this chaos. Something that may help us, and Legolas." Aragorn replied as he lifted his head, the first shadow of a smile crossing his face.
Gimli stared at him for a moment in confusion as he also tried to recall their conversation and any way the Stone could aid them. After a moment he got it. "The Stone has the power to heal."
Aragorn's smile widened, "That it does, or so it is said. Though how it works and to what extent I do not know. But hope remains and we must find Legolas quickly for he may need this more than the races of Middle-Earth."
Gimli moved out of the way as Aragorn rose and walked past him. He concealed the Stone and placed it in his bag once more and was ready. The two left the castle and headed to the stables. Aragorn was pleased to find Hasufel had been saddled for him, and the men of Brelan were already upon their steeds, awaiting his arrival and orders.
Jarinel neighed loudly from a corner of the stable and Aragorn pitied the great horse. He would allow no one to ride him other than Legolas and could therefore not be brought with them, but it was clear he longed to be free to find his master and friend. Aragorn walked up to the horse and his presence calmed him. Jarinel allowed him to stroke his muzzle. The man looked to make sure none were close enough to hear him then said:
"I am sorry Jarinel, but you must stay behind. I promise I will find Legolas and bring him back to you. Be good for these men until he arrives."
Jarinel neighed again, almost indignantly but was slightly calmer than before. Aragorn gave him a final pat of assurance then returned to Hasufel. Gimli had already been assisted onto the horse's back and Aragorn climbed up to join him. Once outside Sorinth came up to them; his arm was no longer in a sling but his shoulder was heavily bandaged.
"Sorinth, I do not believe it wise for you to accompany us, as Lord Vecery has said you are injured. But I know you will come no matter what my advice, so I can only thank you for your loyalty to Salogel, it is greatly appreciated." Aragorn said honestly.
"It is nothing; I just always repay my debts. If you would, which direction do we ride in, and what will be the length of our journey?" The Man asked, brushing aside Aragorn's praise.
"East, for the most part," Aragorn replied, "Though sometimes the path verges. We are headed to a large field, with a great hill beside it, covered in rocks. The journey back took nearly two hours at Hasufel's top speed."
"Then it shall take us no longer. I believe I know of where you speak, but will be more sure when you show me the paths you took getting there. Please, lead the way and I shall advise as I see fit." Sorinth said, moving aside to allow Aragorn to lead the men.
"Very well." Aragorn said.
Sorinth turned and spoke to his men, thirty in all, "We're moving out! Lord Elessar will lead us for as long as he may. We head east at full speed!" Aragorn nodded his thanks as the man clearly passed command of his men to the king.
"Let's go," Gimli said behind him, "We've only got so many hours before dusk."
Aragorn looked up, the sky was darkening and the sun would set in nearly four hours; they had to be swift. He kicked his heels against Hasufel's flanks and set him forward at top speed. Behind him he heard the hard pound of hooves and knew Sorinth and his men were close behind. As they sped through the forest, dodging around trees Aragorn thoughts were divided between worry and revenge. He promised himself that Risorine's time was coming to an end.
TBC
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The Stone of Malinya
Legolas lay on the cold stone floor of his cell, gasping for breath. In the distance he could hear water running. A great river flowed somewhere nearby, and its sound resonated into his mind with a numbing force every time his pulse pounded.
His shoulder was still bleeding heavily and his head ached, along with the rest of his body. A great weariness began to overtake him and he felt his eyelids begin to droop. But he would not allow them to close. It was not natural for his people to sleep with closed eyes and he knew that he was actually closer to unconsciousness than sleep. Pain wracked his body but that did not bother him nearly as much as the chill in his heart, left by Risorine's hatred and malice.
An hour ago he had awoken from his light rest because of an ache in his head. It had been a different kind of pain than he had felt before; it was very sudden and familiar. He raised a hand to his forehead and noticed his skin glowed palely.
"The Mist of Concealment has worn off." He thought to himself sorrowfully as he raised the hood of his cloak over his head. He knew he would have to be careful if he did not wish to reveal his identity to his captors. They had treated him roughly as it was by not tending to any of his injuries or feeding him (which he didn't really mind) but had for the time left him alone. He didn't think that would be the case if they knew him to be an elf.
Not long after he realized this he heard voices and footsteps approaching. There was a jangle of keys and the door to his cell was opened. Legolas feared that the darkness around him would betray him and the luminescence of his skin, but luck was with him. The sun was in just the right position to beam into the short hallway and as Risorine entered his cell so did enough light to brighten the room.
Legolas rose to his feet as he entered, refusing to remain below the Man, and found his leg was sturdier than he thought it would be; it still pained him but the muscles had almost mended themselves. Risorine smirked at the small act of defiance. Legolas tensed, ready to lash out at his captor, but decided now was not the time for escape as several armed guards appeared at the door.
"I see you're hardly worse for wear. You better hope Lord Elessar is willing to give up the Stone to keep you that way." Risorine said. He clearly enjoyed having Legolas at his mercy and the Elf could still see the anger in the Man's eyes, though he covered it with smugness.
"As I have said before, the Stone of Malinya will never be yours Risorine. Now what is it that you wish?" Legolas asked, eager for the man to leave.
"Not much. Just stand still and this will be over in a moment." Risorine said as he took a step closer and revealed the knife he had hidden from view.
Legolas acted on instinct and slammed away the man's wrist with his open palms, causing him to drop his weapon. Moving swiftly, Legolas drove his elbow into the man's face then dove for the knife. Risorine stumbled back, his nose bleeding, and was steadied by one of his guards. Legolas had barely gotten his fingers around the hilt of the weapon when a heavy boot slammed down on his wrists, causing him to drop his prize. With his free foot, the guard trapping him kicked the knife away. Legolas glared up at the man, who smirked triumphantly. His arms still trapped, Legolas rolled forward on the balls of his feet then pulled himself backwards with all his might, freeing himself from beneath the man's feet and causing his captor to fall.
He began to rise but didn't see the kick coming until it was too late and couldn't block it as it connected with his head. The elf flew back into the wall, shouting in agony as his injured shoulder took most of the impact. The guards pounced on him them, five in all, and held him in place against the wall. When he tried to struggle once more his head was slammed into the hard stone, banishing all thoughts for pain instead. He suddenly noticed his hood had fallen down during the fight.
"That was unnecessary." Risorine commented as he approached, wiping a drop of blood from his split lip. There was anger in his eyes and he delivered a swift punch to Legolas's ribs, who was unable to double over due to the restricting hands upon him.
Risorine bent down and picked up his knife, then held it to his captive's throat. But Legolas would not give the Man the pleasure of seeing him flinch from its touch, or see fear in his eyes so he stood calm and defiant.
This angered Risorine further but he moved the knife and simply cut off a lock of the elf's hair.
"This is all I need." He said, then turned to leave the room. "Bind him tighter." He ordered as he reached for the door.
Legolas was forced away from the wall and onto his knees. He was held tight as his wrists were cut free and then tied behind his back once again, tighter than before. One of the guards holding him stared at him hard for a few moments, noting that there was something odd about him that he hadn't noticed before, but he was unable to pinpoint what it was. As Risorine opened the door to leave the cell a great mass of light surged in, brightening the room considerably. It had been the glow of the elf's skin that originally gained the man's attention, but as the light filtered into the room the guard noticed something else about their prisoner.
"Captain, come back!" The guard yelled immediately, backing away in surprise. "You must see this!"
"What is it?" Risorine asked, becoming annoyed and not wishing to see any more of their 'guest.' As he entered the cell again he began to close the door behind him and in the darkness also noticed the difference in their prisoner's features. His curiosity peaked, and as he stepped forward a theory began to form in his mind.
Legolas, who was still being forced to kneel on the cold stone, was hauled to his feet by Risorine. The Man had a tight hold on his hair and tilted his head back roughly, clearly revealing his Elven features.
"Elf." Risorine spat the word as if it sickened him, and then threw Legolas roughly to the floor. He landed silently, refusing to put words to his pain. Risorine stared hard at him for a moment, truly seeing his enemy for the first time. "Lord Elessar's deceptions run deeper than I thought, and this is the worst offence of all." A new fire erupted behind Risorine's eyes, kindled by a different kind of hatred; a much darker kind. He knelt in front of Legolas, his eyes narrowed in anger as if that would intimidate the warrior. "Then he shall simply have to pay for his deceptions. Elves have not walked within our borders for centuries, and they will not do so again."
Legolas laughed softly, despite the situation, "I think you would be surprised by how wrong you are." He said, remembering his meeting with Algoral. If there had been a single elf in a troupe of only seven he couldn't help but think there were probably more elves in Brelan. When he saw Risorine's confusion he elaborated, "I met another of my kind within your borders and he told me he has lived among your people for years."
"You lie through your teeth Elf," Risorine replied without doubt, emphasizing his passion with a swift kick to Legolas's unprotected ribs. "As do all your kind. There is good reason we despise your people in this land, and it runs deeper than simple dislike as it has for centuries. You are not just unwelcome, you are forbidden. But do you know the main reason why there are no elves in Brelan? Because the penalty for them to walk here is death. I would kill you myself but I may yet have use for you." Risorine remarked, then rose to his feet.
"Lord Elessar is more of a fool than I thought for bringing you here, to the land that most despises you."
"Obviously you have not been to the Dwarf lands." Legolas mumbled as he began to regain his breath.
"How could you call someone friend, who would risk you life so openly? I wonder if he will be willing to trade the Stone for you; it is clear he cares naught for your well-being." Risorine said, ignoring the comment. He was enjoying tormenting the elf and attempting to put doubt to the relationship he knew to be so strong.
"I came to Brelan of my own will. I had hopes of freeing your people from their ignorance about the Eldar, but now I see that may not be possible. Your hatred runs deep and is unwarranted." Legolas said. His voice was tinged with sadness, caused by the hatred he had felt for his people for so many days.
"We know more than enough. You had best hope your friends come for you. If they don't I may just hand you over to Lord Vecery. He hates your kind more than any other I know. I would love to see what punishment he would enforce, not just on you but on your friends as well." Risorine left Legolas to think this point over and exited the cell, taking his men with him.
Legolas shook his head ruefully, pitying the Man for his ignorance and hatred. His head ached and his knee had been badly jarred, but worst of all, the blood flowing from his open wound was greater than before, and it was not long until unconsciousness overtook the elf once more. His last thoughts were of the beauty of the Stone of Malinya.
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Aragorn entered the King's hall for the second time in the same hour, followed closely by Gimli, having formed a new plan of rescue to retrieve their friend.
"Lord Elessar, my men are ready and at your command." Lord Vecery said as he entered.
"Thirty men await you outside. I thought a small company would be best for this outing." Sorinth added.
"You may tell them to stand down, at least for now. I received a letter from Risorine and he wishes to make a trade with me, tonight at dusk. He will return Salogel in exchange for a great treasure that I carry." Aragorn replied cryptically, not knowing how much he could tell this man for now.
"And what is this treasure?" Lord Vecery asked. Aragorn wished he hadn't.
"I am afraid I cannot tell you." Aragorn said, honestly regretful.
"You cannot tell me? Can you tell me why not?" Lord Vecery asked indignantly.
Aragorn shook his head, "No. I am sorry to keep this from you, but I must insist you not press me on this matter."
"If I am to help you Lord Elessar I must know I can trust you. This Man betrayed me as well. I am just as involved in this matter as you and I refuse to have secrets kept from me on this. This is my kingdom, my land ..."
"And it is my friend we go after." Gimli announced suddenly, interrupting the old king. "Forgive me my lord but our company has suffered nothing but hardships while in your land and yet we have held none of this against you during our stay here. Lord Elessar is a proud king and he must be allowed his secrets to keep, as you have kept from us, but let us not lose sight of what is important here. We have the chance to capture Risorine and bring him to justice, as well as retrieve Salogel. Do these petty things truly matter so much?"
Lord Vecery appeared deep in thought for long moments, and then spoke: "You speak the truth Master Dwarf, and I do not like things to be kept from me but I must understand and respect Lord Elessar's secrecy and hope that it has good reason."
"It does, I assure you." Aragorn replied.
Lord Vecery took in a deep breath, resignedly and asked, "What is your plan then?"
Aragorn nodded in thanks of the man's understanding and said, "Risorine instructed me to come alone, to the field where Salogel was taken and bring with me this treasure. Of course I have no intentions of doing this, coming alone that is. I will have need of your men, for I wish to arrive early and hide them in the surrounding forest. When Salogel is safe they will reveal themselves and you shall have Risorine and all his followers to do with as you please."
"Very well, you may take whom you need. Be careful though, as much as I would like to capture and punish Risorine for his crimes we must first help your friend." Lord Vecery said. Aragorn appreciated the sincerity in his voice.
"I will ensure his safety." Sorinth announced.
Lord Vecery turned to him, a patient and understanding look on his features, "You are injured, Sorinth. You will stay here." It was then that Aragorn truly noticed the bond between these two. They were of the right ages to be father and son, and acted as though they were in some fashions. Lord Vecery had no heir and Aragorn did not doubt that Sorinth would be ruler of Brelan when the old King passed away.
"This Man saved my life, a debt I intend to repay as best I can; I am obliged to go by this. Besides, I know the bordering forests well, they will need me." Sorinth's eyes burned with conviction. Whether approved or not, he would be going.
"Very well," Lord Vecery nodded, "But be careful."
"I will. I must go tell the men of our new course of action." He bowed and left the room.
"Thank-you for your understanding Lord Vecery, it will not be forgotten." Aragorn said respectfully.
"How long until you depart?" Vecery asked, hoping inside to end this situation quickly.
"Three hours. We want to be there before Risorine, perhaps scout the area." Gimli announced.
"I wish you luck then. I'm sure you have much to do."
"Of course." Aragorn knew they were being dismissed, but did not mind. Though the matters they spoke of were pressing, Lord Vecery still had a city to run. Aragorn knew all too well how he felt; torn between duty and emotion. They left the hall with no more words.
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"That went well." Gimli commented once out in the corridors.
"Let us hope things go as well for Legolas. Too long he has been with these men, and I fear what may happen if he is their prisoner much longer." Aragorn said, raw emotion tingeing his voice. He had had a great deal of emotions assaulting him lately and it was beginning to affect him. He could handle joy, betrayal, worry and anxiety, but to take in so much at once it became almost overwhelming. But he was handling it well, he just wished he didn't have to keep deceiving the men and king who helped him; it felt wrong, despite its necessity.
"Do you know how badly Legolas was injured?" Aragorn asked. He had asked before when they were rushed and still searching and had not received a clear answer from the Dwarf. Aragorn had tried to avoid asking at all but finally he did. He felt he should be prepared to deal with his friend's injuries, however severe.
Gimli sighed, obviously not pleased with the topic, "He was shot in the shoulder as I said; hard enough to knock him off the horse. He injured his leg when he fell, for he could not immediately stand, but I saw no blood. When Jarinel sped me away I could see him standing, ready to fight; the shaft of the arrow had broken off but it was still imbedded in his shoulder. I cannot say how he fared in the battle."
"We will have to hurry then, and be very careful around Risorine. Though the injuries you speak of would not be fatal to an Elf Risorine knows who he is now. I have my doubts of the kindness of his treatment and the state we may find him in." Aragorn grimaced.
When they reached Aragorn's room once more they went inside. Aragorn sat at the edge of his bed and dropped his head into his hands. For long minutes nothing, and everything, was said. Feelings and thoughts could be understood through the silence between the two companions. Worry and anxiety were prevalent.
Eventually Aragorn stood and opened a small cabinet beside the wall. From it he pulled his pack and withdrew from it the Stone of Malinya. It glowed and pulsed with a light so pure and spectacular it had to be watched. They were unwillingly pulled into the sight of it and for long minutes he and Gimli simply stared at its beauty, drawn into its mass of colors and light. Finally Gimli spoke:
"Will you give it to him? Put one of the greatest treasures in all of Middle-Earth, in the hands of that madman."
Aragorn continued to gaze into the Stone, his vision never wavering, but his mind clearly moving and turning so much. When he looked up he replied, "I will let him believe I have given it to him and that will be enough. Though Risorine may be granted sight and perhaps touch of Malinya's Stone, it will never be his. He shall know no beauty or light for a long time if I have my way."
"Its beauty is captivating, especially at first sight. We may be able to use that against them." Gimli commented. His strategic mind immediately sought out advantages wherever possible, and he knew the Stone was their best one.
"You may be right my friend," Aragorn commented, "I could sit and stare at its beauty until my final hours. Let us hope that Risorine may see the beauty of it as well, and not just its power." He reluctantly began wrapping the Stone in its cloth once more and placed it back in his bag, knowing they would have no need of it for several hours. The time would pass slowly.
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Legolas laid in darkness, not moving, barely seeing and trying not to feel. His bright eyes stared straight ahead as he walked through his dreams where he thankfully felt no pain. The sun shone brightly and the birds sang at the sight of him in this dream world; a world so very different from the one he now lived in.
The pain coursing through him had begun to die down and in its place a great weariness overtook him, until he was forced into sleep. He had lost much blood and his body was running out of energy, trying to heal his many injuries. The sleep would help; it would refresh him and help him when he awoke, if he awoke. He had been given no chance to look over his injuries to judge their seriousness and at the edges of his dreamland there was a tinge of worry. If his body only needed rest so he could heal himself he would be fine, but if his wounds were worse than he thought than he was dying and may not ever awaken.
But these thoughts were on the far borders of his dreamscape, places he did not visit while he walked through the peaceful woods. So the worries did not bother him here and he continued along through the forest, enjoying the sights and smells of nature. Blissfully unaware that he actually lay on a cold stone floor and his body around him was weakening.
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"Aragorn, they're ready." Gimli announced, peaking his head into the Man's room.
Aragorn did not rise from his bed, but remained hunched over, staring into his hands. Gimli sighed, thinking he was once more studying Legolas's blade, but as he stepped closer the Dwarf saw that the King of Men was again gazing deep into the Stone of Malinya. He at first worried that Aragorn had been pulled into its beauty, his thoughts and expression seemed so intense, but then he realized that though the Man was staring at it Aragorn was not truly *seeing* the Stone.
"What are you thinking about?" Gimli was surprised he'd asked the question, not usually being one to pry into others' business. But Aragorn seemed so deep in thought that he couldn't help his curiosity.
"I was recalling a conversation we had, long before we left for Brelan. I told you both something that I myself had almost forgotten in this chaos. Something that may help us, and Legolas." Aragorn replied as he lifted his head, the first shadow of a smile crossing his face.
Gimli stared at him for a moment in confusion as he also tried to recall their conversation and any way the Stone could aid them. After a moment he got it. "The Stone has the power to heal."
Aragorn's smile widened, "That it does, or so it is said. Though how it works and to what extent I do not know. But hope remains and we must find Legolas quickly for he may need this more than the races of Middle-Earth."
Gimli moved out of the way as Aragorn rose and walked past him. He concealed the Stone and placed it in his bag once more and was ready. The two left the castle and headed to the stables. Aragorn was pleased to find Hasufel had been saddled for him, and the men of Brelan were already upon their steeds, awaiting his arrival and orders.
Jarinel neighed loudly from a corner of the stable and Aragorn pitied the great horse. He would allow no one to ride him other than Legolas and could therefore not be brought with them, but it was clear he longed to be free to find his master and friend. Aragorn walked up to the horse and his presence calmed him. Jarinel allowed him to stroke his muzzle. The man looked to make sure none were close enough to hear him then said:
"I am sorry Jarinel, but you must stay behind. I promise I will find Legolas and bring him back to you. Be good for these men until he arrives."
Jarinel neighed again, almost indignantly but was slightly calmer than before. Aragorn gave him a final pat of assurance then returned to Hasufel. Gimli had already been assisted onto the horse's back and Aragorn climbed up to join him. Once outside Sorinth came up to them; his arm was no longer in a sling but his shoulder was heavily bandaged.
"Sorinth, I do not believe it wise for you to accompany us, as Lord Vecery has said you are injured. But I know you will come no matter what my advice, so I can only thank you for your loyalty to Salogel, it is greatly appreciated." Aragorn said honestly.
"It is nothing; I just always repay my debts. If you would, which direction do we ride in, and what will be the length of our journey?" The Man asked, brushing aside Aragorn's praise.
"East, for the most part," Aragorn replied, "Though sometimes the path verges. We are headed to a large field, with a great hill beside it, covered in rocks. The journey back took nearly two hours at Hasufel's top speed."
"Then it shall take us no longer. I believe I know of where you speak, but will be more sure when you show me the paths you took getting there. Please, lead the way and I shall advise as I see fit." Sorinth said, moving aside to allow Aragorn to lead the men.
"Very well." Aragorn said.
Sorinth turned and spoke to his men, thirty in all, "We're moving out! Lord Elessar will lead us for as long as he may. We head east at full speed!" Aragorn nodded his thanks as the man clearly passed command of his men to the king.
"Let's go," Gimli said behind him, "We've only got so many hours before dusk."
Aragorn looked up, the sky was darkening and the sun would set in nearly four hours; they had to be swift. He kicked his heels against Hasufel's flanks and set him forward at top speed. Behind him he heard the hard pound of hooves and knew Sorinth and his men were close behind. As they sped through the forest, dodging around trees Aragorn thoughts were divided between worry and revenge. He promised himself that Risorine's time was coming to an end.
TBC
Well I got some great responses about my H/C question; why we like seeing our fave characters tortured. Very creative, and quite reasonable replies. I think my own personal reasons for loving are H/C are best described by Taylor, lollipozz, Enigma Jade, Camlost, and shopndrop85. They all agree it's because we like seeing our fave characters have attention, and know they're loved, etc. etc.
To my great, GREAT reviewers:
Lollipozz - I did update, thank you for taking the time to write that out so much. Don't worry, I ramble a lot as well. Moonrose - I try to pick up the small mistakes, but I do miss a couple. Glad you're now around to find them. Brat64 - I remember you from the Andromeda stories, happy to find out you like LotR as well. Lax-girl - hope you get a chance to finish the story soon. (silently hopes SHE can finish the story soon) Starrkaat - HAHAHA, sorry there was no chapter around the corner. Hope this helps. Kenji - (dodges arrows) Ha! You can't hit me! Lady-Daine - thank you for that very kind review. It's nice to hear sophisticated and thoughtful reviews. Littlefish - It's so cool to get a review from one of your favorite authors. Thank you for all the kind words. EQJS - thank you for assuring me it wasn't getting boring. I was somewhat worried that the plot was beginning to drag out. Camlost - thank you for sharing so many of your thoughts, and taking so much time to think of my question. HELuvedMeFirst - please tell the trinity girls they may have Risorine and do all sorts of nasty things to him; but I get to first. It should be in two chapters or so. Trepidatio - HAHAHA, that is so true! "You're hot!" I was thinking that through the whole movie. When it started raining on him I nearly died! Shen panda - I'm sorry about the cliffhangers, I can't help myself. Aireroswen - Thank you for the review, it really inspires me to know I have a unique style.
Hope to have a new chapter out soon. Should be action and maybe a few more surprises. Robinyj (