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for all the horse fans. (I think I'm becoming a horse fan.) *shrugs* Oh
well. Oh, and there's Elvish in this chapter, translated very roughly. Hope
you don't mind.
The Stone of Malinya
Ceral had been a stable boy his entire young life and in that time he had seen very few horses as fine as the white beauty that stood before him. He surpassed all others in the stable and even compared to the king's own steed the horse was proud and fair, but unfortunately quite wild at the moment.
Jarinel neighed and kicked in the stable, disliking being caged, and hating even more to be away from his master. He did not know where Legolas was, but he was supposed to follow the Man, he knew that. But Aragorn had left some time ago, and he was trapped within these walls.
Ceral approached the horse slowly. He was concerned for the creature and knew it would hurt itself if it didn't calm down. Desperate, he tried to talk to the horse, but only made things worse, "Easy boy, it's okay. I'm sure your master will be back soon." But Legolas would not be back for some time; Jarinel knew this because he had been forced to leave him behind in the forest. His struggles became even greater and the walls shook around him.
The stable boy threw away all caution, refusing to let such a fine horse be so tormented. Ceral unclasped the hook from the door and swung it open, freeing the horse from its captivity. Jarinel sped away, not slowing as men crossed his path and were forced to jump out of the way. He needed to find his master, or the Man at least and follow him as Legolas wanted. Jarinel knew which direction Aragorn had left in, remembered their earlier outing quite well, and took off for the forest line. Ceral watched him go, knowing he would be in trouble, but not caring for the moment as he watched the spectacular horse disappear into the horizon.
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Aragorn's eyes snapped up in shock at the Dwarf's words. He reached out and gently rolled Legolas onto his back once more. He laid his head on the elf's chest and listened. It was true, he no longer drew breath, but his heart was still beating, faintly.
"Legolas, no. You must fight, please." Aragorn pleaded silently as a cold feeling of dread crept through his spine.
"Come Elf, you cannot leave us now." Gimli admonished, his voice rising with anger and despair.
Aragorn suddenly felt a tingle of warmth in his fingertips and he looked down to see the Stone of Malinya was glowing in his palm. It no longer shone in a bright rainbow of colors, instead it gleamed a fierce, pure white light. A look of understanding and acceptance passed over the Man's face and he suddenly knew what to do.
He reached out and pushed Gimli's hand off Legolas's chest and began to undo the tunic, revealing the bloody chest beneath.
"Aragorn, what .." Gimli was stopped by the intense look in the Man's eyes.
"Be quiet Gimli, please." Aragorn asked desperately and the Dwarf was silent. The King of Men took the Stone of Malinya and rested it on Legolas's chest, with his own hands wrapped tightly around the orb. The light glowed intensely. A hush fell over the valley. Aragorn's lips began to move and suddenly he was chanting under his breath, expelling words that he did not know.
Gimli looked on, his eyes confused but hopeful. The words sounded to him a little like Elvish, but it was in fact an extremely ancient tongue of the Eldar race that was no longer used or remembered.
The words continued to flow from the Man and the Stone brightened as they slowly became louder and more intense. The glow of the Stone in the darkness lit up Legolas's skin, which no longer glowed on its own, but still the Elf did not move or draw breath.
Aragorn continued, his body hunched and sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes flew open as he suddenly stopped chanting and instead gazed deep into the Stone as its light became almost blinding. He knew that he and the Stone of Malinya were now connected, wrapped together in a spell that must be finished, but he felt himself weakening. The light of the Stone stopped brightening, having seemed to reach its peak and Aragorn somehow knew it was not enough.
"Gimli put your hands on the Stone." Aragorn ordered through gritted teeth as he tried not to break his concentration. Gimli was hesitant to comply, not wishing to interfere in the spell the Stone was casting. But Aragorn seemed sure and the Dwarf did as asked of him and placed his hand over the top of the Stone of Malinya.
He was immediately drawn in, connected, and the Stone ignited with a new intensity. The two friends stared into it for as long as they could, marvelling at its beauty, but eventually had to lower their eyes as the light became too strong. It felt like nothing and everything; there was a great power running through both of them, but there was also a great weariness creeping into their bodies.
As the intensity of the light reached its pinnacle it exploded, like a wave crashing on the sand. The Man and Dwarf were released from the spell and the force of the Stone's power threw them to the ground. The Stone of Malinya floated a hair's breath above Legolas's chest, its light spreading everywhere. Then the light faded, the air relaxed and the Stone dropped to the ground, landing tiredly beside Aragorn.
Aragorn and Gimli lay on the ground for a moment, unable to move. A great exhaustion had seeped into their very bones and their minds were a momentary blur. They both pushed past their fatigue and brought themselves up onto their elbows. Their eyes met only briefly and then their gaze dropped to the form in front of them.
"Legolas?" Aragorn's voice was as weak as his body but he forced himself to sit up and look at his friend.
The elf lay on the ground, showing no signs of life. He had not moved or drawn breath; but he looked peaceful. A sound of anguished protest passed Aragorn's lips and he fell to the ground once more, half from exhaustion and half from grief.
Gimli saw as much as Aragorn; their friend was motionless. But he also picked up something Aragorn had missed. In the surrounding darkness he could see that Legolas's skin was glowing on its own once more.
The silence in the field was broken as Legolas took in a huge gasp of air, and his body arced in life. One breath became two, and suddenly the elf was alive. He coughed harshly several times, clearing his lungs of old air, but then his breathing settled into a silent, steady pace. Aragorn bolted upwards and Gimli leaned in closer, both of them feeling the great fatigue leaving their bodies. As Aragorn leaned forward he felt a sudden burning pain in his left side and shoulder; he put his hand to his side but could find no wound. Looking across from him he saw that Gimli was rotating his shoulder blade, as if it was paining him as well. But just like the fatigue the pain was quickly fading and died away in seconds.
Aragorn tore his thoughts from the pain and looked down on his friend whose immortal life was miraculously intact. He placed a hand on Legolas's chest, needing to touch him and feel life flowing through him once more.
Then his eyes opened and he spoke. Aragorn and Gimli's hearts rejoiced that it was not the voice of an angel they heard, but it was close. "What has happened here?" Legolas asked, pushing himself up on one arm. His voice was scratchy and filled with confusion as he looked at his friends and wondered what could bring such hardened warriors so close to tears.
Aragorn reached forth and embraced the elf tightly; his body was trembling with joy, "Much my friend, much has happened." The Man said, his voice cracking with relief. Legolas returned the gesture weakly, still confused.
"Elf, if you ever worry me like this again then I swear you will meet with my axe in an untimely end. And your blasted horse will shortly join you as well." Gimli said, but his voice held no malice, only relief and joy.
Legolas chuckled softly, and Aragorn and Gimli smiled broadly. They could all feel that even without words or actions something had changed between them. Something they could not quite describe or understand. From that day on the three friends shared a bond that was stronger than friendship, it was deeper and felt from within their very souls for they had been connected to each other by the Stone of Malinya. It was a connection that could not be broken, nor wished to be.
Legolas tried to sit up, Aragorn and Gimli each supported one of his shoulders to assist him. The elf shied away from Aragorn's touch and flinched. The Man was confused by the action, but soon saw the cause. Though Legolas was alive he had not been completely healed. The wound on his shoulder was not as deep as it had been, and it was no longer bleeding, but still it remained. Looking down he saw the elf's stomach still sported a large gash as well, though no longer close to life threatening.
As Legolas wrapped an arm around his waist he sat up higher and stared straight ahead for a moment, his memories of the past few hours quickly returning. He looked down at his stomach in confused awe and carefully rolled his shoulder. He remembered what had happened and knew he should be dead.
"How is this possible?" He asked, and both the Man and Dwarf knew of what he spoke.
"I'm not sure if it can be explained; I don't know exactly how myself, and I witnessed the miracle, for it could be called no less." Gimli replied.
Aragorn picked up the Stone and stared at it as its myriad of colors returned. He held it up to the others, a small smile at the corners of his lips, "It was Malinya's Stone that healed you my friend. But it takes a great deal of power to restore the immortal life of an Elf, and the Stone alone had not the energy to do so. It needed to draw strength from other sources."
"Us." Gimli guessed and Aragorn nodded.
"I did not hold enough energy myself and needed your assistance. The Stone took as much as it could but even that was not enough to heal him completely it seems. That is why his wounds were not fully healed and we are so exhausted." Aragorn said. None of the three had yet risen from the ground for none could find the strength.
Legolas looked down at his former wounds once more and turned to Aragorn and then Gimli, infinite gratitude visible in the depths of his eyes, "Thank you my friends, I am lucky to have companions such as yourselves."
"There is no need for thanks. Having you back with us alive and well is more reward than could be asked for." Aragorn said, placing a hand gently on Legolas's shoulder.
The moment of joy the three shared suddenly broke as Legolas looked out to the bodies of the dead and his eyes darkened and filled with sadness from the loss of life. "Risorine has gotten away." It was a statement not a question.
"Yes, but we will find him." Gimli assured him. After a few moments Aragorn and Gimli felt their strength had returned almost completely, but Legolas was still quite weak. He reluctantly allowed them to help him to a nearby tree; they placed him on the ground to rest against its trunk. No sooner had he laid back his head than it snapped up again, and his body was alert.
"There are horses coming; they approach swiftly." He reported.
Aragorn could not yet hear them and asked, "Do you know who they are?"
Legolas closed his eyes and listened, "I believe I can hear Sorinth, but I cannot be sure."
"Aragorn, they cannot see him like this." Gimli commented, gesturing to Legolas who no longer appeared as anything other than an elf.
Aragorn could hear the horses now, "You are right, but the Mist of Concealment is stowed in Hasufel's saddle; we have no way of getting it until Sorinth returns. Stay behind us Legolas, and pretend yourself injured; they may pay you no mind."
Legolas nodded and sighed deeply as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, getting very tired of these deceptions.
When the hoof beats almost reached the valley Legolas began to stand, using the tree for support as he cradled his left side. Aragorn saw this and quickly forced him to the ground once more, "Stay down." He ordered, "A Man would be dead from your injuries."
"An elf would be as well." Gimli pointed out, but nothing more was said on the matter as Legolas sat down; too tired to argue.
Sorinth rode into the field, followed closely by most of his men; they had lost only a few members in the initial fight. The captain did not look happy.
Aragorn stepped forward to engage them, not allowing them time to ponder Legolas's condition, "What news, Sorinth?"
Sorinth bowed his head, clearly ashamed by the news he carried, "I am sorry my Lord, Risorine and the other rebels have gotten away. They know their way through these woods well and we could not follow them in this darkness."
It had indeed become dark quickly; when the sun went down the woods became black and the moon was only at half its strength, shedding hardly enough light to see by. Aragorn desperately wished they had caught him.
"Very well; it would be foolish to go after them this night then. They cannot be tracked in this darkness and we would be wandering around aimlessly in the dark until morning's light if we tried. Or most likely become lost ourselves." Aragorn knew it would be best to go back to Miscalanth, regroup and then take chase after Risorine, but his heart yearned for satisfaction. And he worried about time. Mainly the time Risorine would have to get away.
"If we do not find them tonight they will be beyond our reach by the sun's breaking." Gimli pointed out.
"I know Gimli, but there is little we can do unless you can follow them by scent. We have no way of knowing where they head." Aragorn said, frustrated.
"I know." A voice sounded from behind them. All heads turned as Legolas rose silently, this time on his own power.
"They have a base, further into the woods. They will go there." He said strongly, leaving no room for doubt.
"Can you lead us there?" Sorinth asked, just as eager as the others to find Risorine.
Legolas's reply was cut off by Aragorn, who raised a hand to stop their conversation. He turned to Legolas; the elf could see the warning in the Man's eyes.
"Havo dad, Legolas*." Aragorn said, taking a great risk as he switched his speech to Elvish.
"Im sinta manke Risorine na." Legolas pointed out, not backing down.
"Lle aen harwa ar' aa na utu." Aragorn's voice held only concern now and Legolas's eyes softened and paled. His next words were softer, almost pleading.
"Im tha san i andelu. Risorine naglak. Sina na lye ere' assa, Estel." Legolas stood his ground firmly, knowing that Risorine must be caught that night and given no chance of escape. He saw the struggle going on within Aragorn; he wished for justice to be dealt against this man as well, but he also feared for his friend's safety in his weakened state.
~|~He lay dead at my feet only moments ago; I cannot put him in danger again. ~|~ Aragorn thought to himself.
Legolas seemed to read his mind and said, "I willingly accept the danger." Then added, "Risorine sinta ya Im**."
"By the Valar, speak in the Common Tongue. Must I remind you, you are the only ones who know the tongue of Gondor?" Gimli said dramatically, covering for their usage of the Elvish language.
"My apologies Gimli." Aragorn said absently. The Man and Elf held each other's gaze for a long time, exchanging so much without words. Finally Aragorn nodded and turned to the Men of Brelan. "We ride out tonight. Salogel will lead us." Then he turned and strode toward Hasufel, "Come my friend, you may ride with me."
Legolas spun around suddenly, hearing a familiar sound in the distance. He listened for a moment longer then smiled broadly and said, "I do not believe that will be necessary." He whistled sharply and all heard a whinnying reply from the south.
Jarinel appeared from the shadows, his white coat gleaming in the dim moonlight. He neighed in delight when he found his master and Legolas greeted the horse with open arms.
"I have missed you my friend. Thank you for finding me." He mounted the horse easily, and was thankful for its lack of saddle or reins for he was too tired to deal with them. "I only hope I can repay you for your loyalty, and regret that I must now bring you into danger once more. I know you have travelled far but we still have some ways to go this night." Jarinel neighed, looking prouder than ever with Legolas sitting atop him once more and seemed only too happy to continue on that night. The horse moved forward suddenly and began to prod Gimli with its nose.
"Blasted creature." Gimli grumbled, backing away in surprise.
"I believe he wishes you to ride with us my friend." Legolas said, offering an arm to help Gimli up.
"This beast is treacherous. I will not ride him." Jarinel made a sound of protest and pawed at the ground, but then poked at Gimli once more.
"He seems determined." Legolas commented. Gimli gruffed from below and crossed his arms, but eventually gave in.
"You must promise me you will control this blasted thing."
"You have my word." Legolas assured him, offering his hand once more. Gimli finally took it and was hefted onto the horse's back. Jarinel displayed his joy by rearing up on his back legs, forcing Gimli to clutch to Legolas to stay on. "I think he likes you."
"I'd rather he didn't, then our feelings would be mutual." Gimli grunted, but inside he felt quite safe on the horse. He had seen how loyal it was to Legolas, almost to a fault, and that allowed him to trust the animal.
Aragorn smiled as he trotted over to them on Hasufel, pleased to see things had quickly gone back to the way they were. "I thought you may need these." Aragorn held out Legolas's bow and quiver. The elf's eyes shone with pure delight and relief; he had thought the weapon lost.
"Thank you my friend." As Legolas took them Aragorn discreetly passed him a small pouch as well. He took it without comment and could tell by its feel and weight that it was the Mist of Concealment. He tied it to his belt quickly but did not know when he may have the chance to use it. It felt good to have his bow slung over his back once more, but Legolas thought something was still missing, "You did not chance to also find my ..."
Aragorn held out his long knife. Legolas smiled in thanks, took it, twirling it once and appreciating its weight, then sheathed it in his belt.
"It would seem we are all ready to move along then?" Gimli asked from behind, willing them to move out so Risorine's neck could quickly meet his axe.
"Sorinth, are you ready?" Aragorn asked.
Sorinth nodded and replied, "All who are coming are prepared. I have appointed two of my men to stay behind and care for the dead."
Aragorn nodded his head in respect for the decision, "It is well then. Salogel, please lead the way."
Legolas sent Jarinel ahead without a word and the others followed silently. There was twenty-four in the band in all and Legolas thought that together they were far too loud, but made no comment. He tried to concentrate on their route instead of his fatigue but his ability to memorize the forests so well made it impossible for him to forget the way to Risorine's 'home'. His body was extremely weary and it had every right to be; he had been dead only minutes ago. Since he knew the way so well he was easily able to guide the horse while letting his mind drift into dream and his body rest. It would only help a little.
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They rode for nearly half an hour when suddenly Legolas halted in a clearing below a hill and turned his horse around.
"What is wrong? Have you forgotten the way?" Sorinth asked, showing uncharacteristic impatience.
"Nay, it is only slightly beyond that ridge. I thought we might wish to stop and formulate some semblance of a plan, unless you simply wished to ride in and order Risorine's surrender." Legolas replied. He was tired and it was putting him in a foul mood.
Sorinth had no reply and dismounted swiftly as did the others.
"You were right to stop." Aragorn pointed out, "How many of the rebels do you believe reside here?"
"I cannot be certain but I believe there are fewer at night, for as you have said many of the Men live in the city and have their own homes. Considering their losses in the field by your earlier attack I would guess no more than thirty." Legolas replied.
Attack plans were considered for several minutes with most of the company offering suggestions. Gimli did not wish to wait but allowed the time for strategy. Aragorn and Sorinth shared a short debate on the advantages of bringing the horses, with Aragorn eventually winning, stating they would not be stealthy enough. Legolas stood a short distance away from the group, allowing them to construct their plans while he listened for voices from beyond the hill. They were faint, even to his ears, but they were not moving or rushed.
"Let's move out then." Sorinth said and Legolas knew the discussion was over. The Men all began to follow their captain away from the huddle they had made and he moved to pursue them. Aragorn watched Legolas from a distance, observing the new faults in his step. He had been worried that the elf was not well enough to lead them to the base, and he knew that he was not ready for a battle. He noticed Legolas take a step and falter, something he had rarely ever done, even in times of extreme exhaustion. As the elf walked by Aragorn halted him.
"May I have a word with you Salogel?" He asked, taking Legolas's arm and leading him away from the group, beyond ear's reach. When they were far enough away he said, quite seriously, "I do not wish you to come with us."
Legolas's eyes widened larger than he thought possible but still Aragorn continued, "Stay here, watch over the horses and rest. You are not fit ...."
"Aragorn I am not a child, do not treat me as such." Legolas said, unconsciously straightening.
"Then see reason. You are injured my friend and weary beyond even your capacity to function; do not deny it for I can tell. You are not fit for battle at this time; you know this. And if you will not stay behind for this reason then do it for me. I do not wish to see you injured, or discovered due to your exhaustion." Aragorn's voice held no command, no stature; at this moment he was simply a Man worried for a friend and Legolas recognized this. "You have much strength my friend, but you cannot so easily recover from death. Stay here, rest. I will settle this for both of us."
The elf sighed in frustration and after a moment closed his eyes and nodded, "Very well. It is as you ask; I will not follow with you. But you must promise me that Risorine will not escape either the battle or justice."
"Thank you. I will see that it's done. I know you do not wish to stay behind but it takes a great burden from my mind." Aragorn said strongly. He clasped Legolas's shoulder in thanks and then moved away toward the group of men. "Let's move out."
The elf remained where he was and did not look towards the group as they left; in this full darkness they would see the glow of his skin. When he did look he saw Gimli turned to him, slacking behind the rest of the group, and their eyes met for a moment. The Dwarf had obviously been thinking the same as Aragorn and seemed to thank him for staying behind. Legolas waved him away half-heartedly and then they were gone.
The elf leaned against the closest tree and sank to the ground, cursing his inability to seek revenge or justice; he was unsure which one he truly wanted. The urge to be by his friends and fight alongside them was very strong, but so was his fatigue. Even now he was unsure whether he could rise from his position on the forest floor. He sat lost in thoughts for some time until Jarinel came and poked him into awareness. Legolas turned to the horse and finally smiled, "It would seem you are forced into my company for some time longer."
Jarinel neighed in delight and Legolas quickly quieted him with his touch. Then he looked toward the hill trying to picture the rebels' base, and wondered when the battle would begin.
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Aragorn hunched low in the brush easily seeing into the small field the house lay in that the rebels used as their base. There were several torches lit around the men that were milling about below, gathering belongings and packing them onto horses and carts. They were seemingly preparing to leave but were in no hurry; Risorine must have assured them that the only one who knew where they hid was dead. Aragorn smiled, knowing how wrong he was.
Sorinth elbowed him lightly and then pointed to the far east side of the building. Risorine had just exited the house and stood clearly in the light. Aragorn nodded and all around him swords were silently withdrawn. He withdrew his own blade, appreciating its weight, then leaned out slightly from the bush and waved a hand to the other side of the forest, where Gimli and the rest of the Men lay. They saw him and waited. He was to be their leader in this battle and no move was made until he said or did so.
The Men were tense with anticipation and Gimli's eyes glinted with a thirst for battle and vengeance and he knew his axe would be put to good use that night. These men were outlaws and had to be brought to justice, but worse than that they had stolen his friend and came so close to nearly killing him. This thought ignited fury in the Dwarf and he gripped his weapon tightly, urging Aragorn to order them ahead.
Aragorn waited for several minutes. He waited almost longer than he should have, until Risorine was near the center of the field, just between the two factions of Brelan Men so he would not be able to escape. He needed to know this Man would not get away; would not lie or trick another, or cause more chaos and death. When he felt the traitor was near enough he sprang forth, silent and nimble, and behind him came his small army of Men.
Swords clashed loudly for some time.
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He had had every intention of staying behind. He had in fact promised Aragorn that he would not join the battle, and he was a noble elf that kept his word. But when Legolas heard the first sounds of battle he had sprang to his feet, unable to sit by idly as his friends put themselves in danger. His bow was clutched tightly in his hand as he raced through the forest, towards the battle. As he drew close he stopped, not willing to completely break the oath he had sworn to Aragorn. He could not join in the battle, but he could help tilt things in their favour.
Racing up the largest tree he could find he placed himself near the top branches and sat, perfectly balanced. He could not see the entire battlefield, but he did not wish to waste time finding a better spot. He could see Sorinth fighting bravely against two foes at once, but he would soon be overtaken. Pulling free an arrow Legolas notched it in his bow and fired, gritting his teeth as he pulled harshly against his torn shoulder. The arrow was true, despite the elf's injury, and felled the nearest of Sorinth's attackers. The Brelan captain took a step back, surprised, but quickly recovered and engaged his other adversary.
Legolas notched another arrow and was searching for a new target when he spotted a figure leaving the battlefield. The Man moved swiftly through the forest and Legolas was hard pressed to see him clearly or get a clear shot. The deserter was heading away from the battle as swiftly as possible and the elf saw he would have to pass through a small clearing where Legolas would be able to strike him. He brought up his bow and aimed, waiting for him to reach the field. When he was in clear sight Legolas started to release his arrow, then stopped, recognizing the Man below.
"Risorine."
The Man did not deserve such a quick end as the arrow would give him. Legolas dropped from the tree silently, like a hunter stalking its prey. He removed his tattered cloak, knowing it would most likely catch on a branch or rock and give him away. Then he chased silently after Risorine, promising that the Man would not escape again. He found he could follow him quite easily, despite the darkness of the wood. There seemed to be a light guiding his way.
TBC
*Sit down Legolas.
I know where Risorine is.
You are injured and may be discovered.
I will take the risk. Risorine must be caught. This is our only chance, Estel.
** Risorine knows who I am.
A/N - Hope that's not as bad an ending as before. I know, that last cliffie was really cruel, I'm sorry. I really am. Anyway, to my fab FAB reviewers who just swamped me. Sorry I can't respond to everyone and sorry this took so long but I got really sick, I had to go to the hospital and everything. But I did get it done and the end of the story is now in sight. (that makes me both happy and sad.) Reviewers:
Anonymous - Well I usually reply to reviewers who review frequently (like yourself), ask questions (also like yourself), or write really funny or very constructive reviews. So, pretty much if you write anything other than "write more". Thanks for all the reviews BTW.
Wellduh - she screamed? Really? Cool.
Kimberly - thanks for the links, that's awesome of you.
May it be - I tried to make my friends LotR fans but it didn't work. Must try harder I guess. And why does everyone think I'm gonna kill Leggy, then I can't torture him?
Jay of Lasgalen - Well the Stone work (yeah), and I must read this Jocelyn's fics, I keep hearing great things about them.
Brat64 - *offers hand to help her off floor* sorry about that. Hope this ending wasn't so bad.
IceCreamCone23 - WOW, that's the most computer acronyms anyone's ever used in a review. Congrats.
Livi - Hey, that's a great little ending. "May the muse stay with you", did you make that up yourself?
Bill-the-pony - he was just careless in anger, and also I don't like a lot of blood in my fics, don't know why, so I'm not really into that throat cutting and stuff and try to leave it out of my stories. But since there were no real doctors or anything back then a stab to the stomach would probably be just as lethal.
Erunyauve - I really like that line as well, you're the only one who's commented on it though. Everyone else just told me to bring Legolas back to life, but that is also important. Thank you for looking deeper too, I'm new at this moral in the story thing.
LAXgirl - geez, you picked a bad chapter to catch up on. I think that was my worst cliffie ever. But it's over now, no bodily harm please.
Eowyn Greenleaf - HEHEHE, 'Aragorn can fix him', that made me laugh.
Mia-Philosephet - LOLOLOLOL, your review had me laughing my butt off. And luckily for you you're the only one that offered to save poor Legolas's life, so hop to it!
SpaceVixenX - Oh no. Wake up, he's not dead!!!!
The insane one - I think I know how you got your name. Your review was very ... interesting.
Lady-Daine - I actually appreciate the purists very much. I would love to have all the LotR knowledge but I haven't got the time to read all the extra stuff so I like when the Tolkienists R&R.
More soon. Promise. Voices in her head: Don't make promises you can't keep. Robinyj: Oh shut up. I keep all my promises. Besides, I got the week off work. I can write all I want. Voices: You still have school. Robinyj: This is more important. Voices: Liar. Robinyj: *whaps voices over the head* I said shut up.
The Stone of Malinya
Ceral had been a stable boy his entire young life and in that time he had seen very few horses as fine as the white beauty that stood before him. He surpassed all others in the stable and even compared to the king's own steed the horse was proud and fair, but unfortunately quite wild at the moment.
Jarinel neighed and kicked in the stable, disliking being caged, and hating even more to be away from his master. He did not know where Legolas was, but he was supposed to follow the Man, he knew that. But Aragorn had left some time ago, and he was trapped within these walls.
Ceral approached the horse slowly. He was concerned for the creature and knew it would hurt itself if it didn't calm down. Desperate, he tried to talk to the horse, but only made things worse, "Easy boy, it's okay. I'm sure your master will be back soon." But Legolas would not be back for some time; Jarinel knew this because he had been forced to leave him behind in the forest. His struggles became even greater and the walls shook around him.
The stable boy threw away all caution, refusing to let such a fine horse be so tormented. Ceral unclasped the hook from the door and swung it open, freeing the horse from its captivity. Jarinel sped away, not slowing as men crossed his path and were forced to jump out of the way. He needed to find his master, or the Man at least and follow him as Legolas wanted. Jarinel knew which direction Aragorn had left in, remembered their earlier outing quite well, and took off for the forest line. Ceral watched him go, knowing he would be in trouble, but not caring for the moment as he watched the spectacular horse disappear into the horizon.
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Aragorn's eyes snapped up in shock at the Dwarf's words. He reached out and gently rolled Legolas onto his back once more. He laid his head on the elf's chest and listened. It was true, he no longer drew breath, but his heart was still beating, faintly.
"Legolas, no. You must fight, please." Aragorn pleaded silently as a cold feeling of dread crept through his spine.
"Come Elf, you cannot leave us now." Gimli admonished, his voice rising with anger and despair.
Aragorn suddenly felt a tingle of warmth in his fingertips and he looked down to see the Stone of Malinya was glowing in his palm. It no longer shone in a bright rainbow of colors, instead it gleamed a fierce, pure white light. A look of understanding and acceptance passed over the Man's face and he suddenly knew what to do.
He reached out and pushed Gimli's hand off Legolas's chest and began to undo the tunic, revealing the bloody chest beneath.
"Aragorn, what .." Gimli was stopped by the intense look in the Man's eyes.
"Be quiet Gimli, please." Aragorn asked desperately and the Dwarf was silent. The King of Men took the Stone of Malinya and rested it on Legolas's chest, with his own hands wrapped tightly around the orb. The light glowed intensely. A hush fell over the valley. Aragorn's lips began to move and suddenly he was chanting under his breath, expelling words that he did not know.
Gimli looked on, his eyes confused but hopeful. The words sounded to him a little like Elvish, but it was in fact an extremely ancient tongue of the Eldar race that was no longer used or remembered.
The words continued to flow from the Man and the Stone brightened as they slowly became louder and more intense. The glow of the Stone in the darkness lit up Legolas's skin, which no longer glowed on its own, but still the Elf did not move or draw breath.
Aragorn continued, his body hunched and sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes flew open as he suddenly stopped chanting and instead gazed deep into the Stone as its light became almost blinding. He knew that he and the Stone of Malinya were now connected, wrapped together in a spell that must be finished, but he felt himself weakening. The light of the Stone stopped brightening, having seemed to reach its peak and Aragorn somehow knew it was not enough.
"Gimli put your hands on the Stone." Aragorn ordered through gritted teeth as he tried not to break his concentration. Gimli was hesitant to comply, not wishing to interfere in the spell the Stone was casting. But Aragorn seemed sure and the Dwarf did as asked of him and placed his hand over the top of the Stone of Malinya.
He was immediately drawn in, connected, and the Stone ignited with a new intensity. The two friends stared into it for as long as they could, marvelling at its beauty, but eventually had to lower their eyes as the light became too strong. It felt like nothing and everything; there was a great power running through both of them, but there was also a great weariness creeping into their bodies.
As the intensity of the light reached its pinnacle it exploded, like a wave crashing on the sand. The Man and Dwarf were released from the spell and the force of the Stone's power threw them to the ground. The Stone of Malinya floated a hair's breath above Legolas's chest, its light spreading everywhere. Then the light faded, the air relaxed and the Stone dropped to the ground, landing tiredly beside Aragorn.
Aragorn and Gimli lay on the ground for a moment, unable to move. A great exhaustion had seeped into their very bones and their minds were a momentary blur. They both pushed past their fatigue and brought themselves up onto their elbows. Their eyes met only briefly and then their gaze dropped to the form in front of them.
"Legolas?" Aragorn's voice was as weak as his body but he forced himself to sit up and look at his friend.
The elf lay on the ground, showing no signs of life. He had not moved or drawn breath; but he looked peaceful. A sound of anguished protest passed Aragorn's lips and he fell to the ground once more, half from exhaustion and half from grief.
Gimli saw as much as Aragorn; their friend was motionless. But he also picked up something Aragorn had missed. In the surrounding darkness he could see that Legolas's skin was glowing on its own once more.
The silence in the field was broken as Legolas took in a huge gasp of air, and his body arced in life. One breath became two, and suddenly the elf was alive. He coughed harshly several times, clearing his lungs of old air, but then his breathing settled into a silent, steady pace. Aragorn bolted upwards and Gimli leaned in closer, both of them feeling the great fatigue leaving their bodies. As Aragorn leaned forward he felt a sudden burning pain in his left side and shoulder; he put his hand to his side but could find no wound. Looking across from him he saw that Gimli was rotating his shoulder blade, as if it was paining him as well. But just like the fatigue the pain was quickly fading and died away in seconds.
Aragorn tore his thoughts from the pain and looked down on his friend whose immortal life was miraculously intact. He placed a hand on Legolas's chest, needing to touch him and feel life flowing through him once more.
Then his eyes opened and he spoke. Aragorn and Gimli's hearts rejoiced that it was not the voice of an angel they heard, but it was close. "What has happened here?" Legolas asked, pushing himself up on one arm. His voice was scratchy and filled with confusion as he looked at his friends and wondered what could bring such hardened warriors so close to tears.
Aragorn reached forth and embraced the elf tightly; his body was trembling with joy, "Much my friend, much has happened." The Man said, his voice cracking with relief. Legolas returned the gesture weakly, still confused.
"Elf, if you ever worry me like this again then I swear you will meet with my axe in an untimely end. And your blasted horse will shortly join you as well." Gimli said, but his voice held no malice, only relief and joy.
Legolas chuckled softly, and Aragorn and Gimli smiled broadly. They could all feel that even without words or actions something had changed between them. Something they could not quite describe or understand. From that day on the three friends shared a bond that was stronger than friendship, it was deeper and felt from within their very souls for they had been connected to each other by the Stone of Malinya. It was a connection that could not be broken, nor wished to be.
Legolas tried to sit up, Aragorn and Gimli each supported one of his shoulders to assist him. The elf shied away from Aragorn's touch and flinched. The Man was confused by the action, but soon saw the cause. Though Legolas was alive he had not been completely healed. The wound on his shoulder was not as deep as it had been, and it was no longer bleeding, but still it remained. Looking down he saw the elf's stomach still sported a large gash as well, though no longer close to life threatening.
As Legolas wrapped an arm around his waist he sat up higher and stared straight ahead for a moment, his memories of the past few hours quickly returning. He looked down at his stomach in confused awe and carefully rolled his shoulder. He remembered what had happened and knew he should be dead.
"How is this possible?" He asked, and both the Man and Dwarf knew of what he spoke.
"I'm not sure if it can be explained; I don't know exactly how myself, and I witnessed the miracle, for it could be called no less." Gimli replied.
Aragorn picked up the Stone and stared at it as its myriad of colors returned. He held it up to the others, a small smile at the corners of his lips, "It was Malinya's Stone that healed you my friend. But it takes a great deal of power to restore the immortal life of an Elf, and the Stone alone had not the energy to do so. It needed to draw strength from other sources."
"Us." Gimli guessed and Aragorn nodded.
"I did not hold enough energy myself and needed your assistance. The Stone took as much as it could but even that was not enough to heal him completely it seems. That is why his wounds were not fully healed and we are so exhausted." Aragorn said. None of the three had yet risen from the ground for none could find the strength.
Legolas looked down at his former wounds once more and turned to Aragorn and then Gimli, infinite gratitude visible in the depths of his eyes, "Thank you my friends, I am lucky to have companions such as yourselves."
"There is no need for thanks. Having you back with us alive and well is more reward than could be asked for." Aragorn said, placing a hand gently on Legolas's shoulder.
The moment of joy the three shared suddenly broke as Legolas looked out to the bodies of the dead and his eyes darkened and filled with sadness from the loss of life. "Risorine has gotten away." It was a statement not a question.
"Yes, but we will find him." Gimli assured him. After a few moments Aragorn and Gimli felt their strength had returned almost completely, but Legolas was still quite weak. He reluctantly allowed them to help him to a nearby tree; they placed him on the ground to rest against its trunk. No sooner had he laid back his head than it snapped up again, and his body was alert.
"There are horses coming; they approach swiftly." He reported.
Aragorn could not yet hear them and asked, "Do you know who they are?"
Legolas closed his eyes and listened, "I believe I can hear Sorinth, but I cannot be sure."
"Aragorn, they cannot see him like this." Gimli commented, gesturing to Legolas who no longer appeared as anything other than an elf.
Aragorn could hear the horses now, "You are right, but the Mist of Concealment is stowed in Hasufel's saddle; we have no way of getting it until Sorinth returns. Stay behind us Legolas, and pretend yourself injured; they may pay you no mind."
Legolas nodded and sighed deeply as he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head, getting very tired of these deceptions.
When the hoof beats almost reached the valley Legolas began to stand, using the tree for support as he cradled his left side. Aragorn saw this and quickly forced him to the ground once more, "Stay down." He ordered, "A Man would be dead from your injuries."
"An elf would be as well." Gimli pointed out, but nothing more was said on the matter as Legolas sat down; too tired to argue.
Sorinth rode into the field, followed closely by most of his men; they had lost only a few members in the initial fight. The captain did not look happy.
Aragorn stepped forward to engage them, not allowing them time to ponder Legolas's condition, "What news, Sorinth?"
Sorinth bowed his head, clearly ashamed by the news he carried, "I am sorry my Lord, Risorine and the other rebels have gotten away. They know their way through these woods well and we could not follow them in this darkness."
It had indeed become dark quickly; when the sun went down the woods became black and the moon was only at half its strength, shedding hardly enough light to see by. Aragorn desperately wished they had caught him.
"Very well; it would be foolish to go after them this night then. They cannot be tracked in this darkness and we would be wandering around aimlessly in the dark until morning's light if we tried. Or most likely become lost ourselves." Aragorn knew it would be best to go back to Miscalanth, regroup and then take chase after Risorine, but his heart yearned for satisfaction. And he worried about time. Mainly the time Risorine would have to get away.
"If we do not find them tonight they will be beyond our reach by the sun's breaking." Gimli pointed out.
"I know Gimli, but there is little we can do unless you can follow them by scent. We have no way of knowing where they head." Aragorn said, frustrated.
"I know." A voice sounded from behind them. All heads turned as Legolas rose silently, this time on his own power.
"They have a base, further into the woods. They will go there." He said strongly, leaving no room for doubt.
"Can you lead us there?" Sorinth asked, just as eager as the others to find Risorine.
Legolas's reply was cut off by Aragorn, who raised a hand to stop their conversation. He turned to Legolas; the elf could see the warning in the Man's eyes.
"Havo dad, Legolas*." Aragorn said, taking a great risk as he switched his speech to Elvish.
"Im sinta manke Risorine na." Legolas pointed out, not backing down.
"Lle aen harwa ar' aa na utu." Aragorn's voice held only concern now and Legolas's eyes softened and paled. His next words were softer, almost pleading.
"Im tha san i andelu. Risorine naglak. Sina na lye ere' assa, Estel." Legolas stood his ground firmly, knowing that Risorine must be caught that night and given no chance of escape. He saw the struggle going on within Aragorn; he wished for justice to be dealt against this man as well, but he also feared for his friend's safety in his weakened state.
~|~He lay dead at my feet only moments ago; I cannot put him in danger again. ~|~ Aragorn thought to himself.
Legolas seemed to read his mind and said, "I willingly accept the danger." Then added, "Risorine sinta ya Im**."
"By the Valar, speak in the Common Tongue. Must I remind you, you are the only ones who know the tongue of Gondor?" Gimli said dramatically, covering for their usage of the Elvish language.
"My apologies Gimli." Aragorn said absently. The Man and Elf held each other's gaze for a long time, exchanging so much without words. Finally Aragorn nodded and turned to the Men of Brelan. "We ride out tonight. Salogel will lead us." Then he turned and strode toward Hasufel, "Come my friend, you may ride with me."
Legolas spun around suddenly, hearing a familiar sound in the distance. He listened for a moment longer then smiled broadly and said, "I do not believe that will be necessary." He whistled sharply and all heard a whinnying reply from the south.
Jarinel appeared from the shadows, his white coat gleaming in the dim moonlight. He neighed in delight when he found his master and Legolas greeted the horse with open arms.
"I have missed you my friend. Thank you for finding me." He mounted the horse easily, and was thankful for its lack of saddle or reins for he was too tired to deal with them. "I only hope I can repay you for your loyalty, and regret that I must now bring you into danger once more. I know you have travelled far but we still have some ways to go this night." Jarinel neighed, looking prouder than ever with Legolas sitting atop him once more and seemed only too happy to continue on that night. The horse moved forward suddenly and began to prod Gimli with its nose.
"Blasted creature." Gimli grumbled, backing away in surprise.
"I believe he wishes you to ride with us my friend." Legolas said, offering an arm to help Gimli up.
"This beast is treacherous. I will not ride him." Jarinel made a sound of protest and pawed at the ground, but then poked at Gimli once more.
"He seems determined." Legolas commented. Gimli gruffed from below and crossed his arms, but eventually gave in.
"You must promise me you will control this blasted thing."
"You have my word." Legolas assured him, offering his hand once more. Gimli finally took it and was hefted onto the horse's back. Jarinel displayed his joy by rearing up on his back legs, forcing Gimli to clutch to Legolas to stay on. "I think he likes you."
"I'd rather he didn't, then our feelings would be mutual." Gimli grunted, but inside he felt quite safe on the horse. He had seen how loyal it was to Legolas, almost to a fault, and that allowed him to trust the animal.
Aragorn smiled as he trotted over to them on Hasufel, pleased to see things had quickly gone back to the way they were. "I thought you may need these." Aragorn held out Legolas's bow and quiver. The elf's eyes shone with pure delight and relief; he had thought the weapon lost.
"Thank you my friend." As Legolas took them Aragorn discreetly passed him a small pouch as well. He took it without comment and could tell by its feel and weight that it was the Mist of Concealment. He tied it to his belt quickly but did not know when he may have the chance to use it. It felt good to have his bow slung over his back once more, but Legolas thought something was still missing, "You did not chance to also find my ..."
Aragorn held out his long knife. Legolas smiled in thanks, took it, twirling it once and appreciating its weight, then sheathed it in his belt.
"It would seem we are all ready to move along then?" Gimli asked from behind, willing them to move out so Risorine's neck could quickly meet his axe.
"Sorinth, are you ready?" Aragorn asked.
Sorinth nodded and replied, "All who are coming are prepared. I have appointed two of my men to stay behind and care for the dead."
Aragorn nodded his head in respect for the decision, "It is well then. Salogel, please lead the way."
Legolas sent Jarinel ahead without a word and the others followed silently. There was twenty-four in the band in all and Legolas thought that together they were far too loud, but made no comment. He tried to concentrate on their route instead of his fatigue but his ability to memorize the forests so well made it impossible for him to forget the way to Risorine's 'home'. His body was extremely weary and it had every right to be; he had been dead only minutes ago. Since he knew the way so well he was easily able to guide the horse while letting his mind drift into dream and his body rest. It would only help a little.
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They rode for nearly half an hour when suddenly Legolas halted in a clearing below a hill and turned his horse around.
"What is wrong? Have you forgotten the way?" Sorinth asked, showing uncharacteristic impatience.
"Nay, it is only slightly beyond that ridge. I thought we might wish to stop and formulate some semblance of a plan, unless you simply wished to ride in and order Risorine's surrender." Legolas replied. He was tired and it was putting him in a foul mood.
Sorinth had no reply and dismounted swiftly as did the others.
"You were right to stop." Aragorn pointed out, "How many of the rebels do you believe reside here?"
"I cannot be certain but I believe there are fewer at night, for as you have said many of the Men live in the city and have their own homes. Considering their losses in the field by your earlier attack I would guess no more than thirty." Legolas replied.
Attack plans were considered for several minutes with most of the company offering suggestions. Gimli did not wish to wait but allowed the time for strategy. Aragorn and Sorinth shared a short debate on the advantages of bringing the horses, with Aragorn eventually winning, stating they would not be stealthy enough. Legolas stood a short distance away from the group, allowing them to construct their plans while he listened for voices from beyond the hill. They were faint, even to his ears, but they were not moving or rushed.
"Let's move out then." Sorinth said and Legolas knew the discussion was over. The Men all began to follow their captain away from the huddle they had made and he moved to pursue them. Aragorn watched Legolas from a distance, observing the new faults in his step. He had been worried that the elf was not well enough to lead them to the base, and he knew that he was not ready for a battle. He noticed Legolas take a step and falter, something he had rarely ever done, even in times of extreme exhaustion. As the elf walked by Aragorn halted him.
"May I have a word with you Salogel?" He asked, taking Legolas's arm and leading him away from the group, beyond ear's reach. When they were far enough away he said, quite seriously, "I do not wish you to come with us."
Legolas's eyes widened larger than he thought possible but still Aragorn continued, "Stay here, watch over the horses and rest. You are not fit ...."
"Aragorn I am not a child, do not treat me as such." Legolas said, unconsciously straightening.
"Then see reason. You are injured my friend and weary beyond even your capacity to function; do not deny it for I can tell. You are not fit for battle at this time; you know this. And if you will not stay behind for this reason then do it for me. I do not wish to see you injured, or discovered due to your exhaustion." Aragorn's voice held no command, no stature; at this moment he was simply a Man worried for a friend and Legolas recognized this. "You have much strength my friend, but you cannot so easily recover from death. Stay here, rest. I will settle this for both of us."
The elf sighed in frustration and after a moment closed his eyes and nodded, "Very well. It is as you ask; I will not follow with you. But you must promise me that Risorine will not escape either the battle or justice."
"Thank you. I will see that it's done. I know you do not wish to stay behind but it takes a great burden from my mind." Aragorn said strongly. He clasped Legolas's shoulder in thanks and then moved away toward the group of men. "Let's move out."
The elf remained where he was and did not look towards the group as they left; in this full darkness they would see the glow of his skin. When he did look he saw Gimli turned to him, slacking behind the rest of the group, and their eyes met for a moment. The Dwarf had obviously been thinking the same as Aragorn and seemed to thank him for staying behind. Legolas waved him away half-heartedly and then they were gone.
The elf leaned against the closest tree and sank to the ground, cursing his inability to seek revenge or justice; he was unsure which one he truly wanted. The urge to be by his friends and fight alongside them was very strong, but so was his fatigue. Even now he was unsure whether he could rise from his position on the forest floor. He sat lost in thoughts for some time until Jarinel came and poked him into awareness. Legolas turned to the horse and finally smiled, "It would seem you are forced into my company for some time longer."
Jarinel neighed in delight and Legolas quickly quieted him with his touch. Then he looked toward the hill trying to picture the rebels' base, and wondered when the battle would begin.
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Aragorn hunched low in the brush easily seeing into the small field the house lay in that the rebels used as their base. There were several torches lit around the men that were milling about below, gathering belongings and packing them onto horses and carts. They were seemingly preparing to leave but were in no hurry; Risorine must have assured them that the only one who knew where they hid was dead. Aragorn smiled, knowing how wrong he was.
Sorinth elbowed him lightly and then pointed to the far east side of the building. Risorine had just exited the house and stood clearly in the light. Aragorn nodded and all around him swords were silently withdrawn. He withdrew his own blade, appreciating its weight, then leaned out slightly from the bush and waved a hand to the other side of the forest, where Gimli and the rest of the Men lay. They saw him and waited. He was to be their leader in this battle and no move was made until he said or did so.
The Men were tense with anticipation and Gimli's eyes glinted with a thirst for battle and vengeance and he knew his axe would be put to good use that night. These men were outlaws and had to be brought to justice, but worse than that they had stolen his friend and came so close to nearly killing him. This thought ignited fury in the Dwarf and he gripped his weapon tightly, urging Aragorn to order them ahead.
Aragorn waited for several minutes. He waited almost longer than he should have, until Risorine was near the center of the field, just between the two factions of Brelan Men so he would not be able to escape. He needed to know this Man would not get away; would not lie or trick another, or cause more chaos and death. When he felt the traitor was near enough he sprang forth, silent and nimble, and behind him came his small army of Men.
Swords clashed loudly for some time.
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He had had every intention of staying behind. He had in fact promised Aragorn that he would not join the battle, and he was a noble elf that kept his word. But when Legolas heard the first sounds of battle he had sprang to his feet, unable to sit by idly as his friends put themselves in danger. His bow was clutched tightly in his hand as he raced through the forest, towards the battle. As he drew close he stopped, not willing to completely break the oath he had sworn to Aragorn. He could not join in the battle, but he could help tilt things in their favour.
Racing up the largest tree he could find he placed himself near the top branches and sat, perfectly balanced. He could not see the entire battlefield, but he did not wish to waste time finding a better spot. He could see Sorinth fighting bravely against two foes at once, but he would soon be overtaken. Pulling free an arrow Legolas notched it in his bow and fired, gritting his teeth as he pulled harshly against his torn shoulder. The arrow was true, despite the elf's injury, and felled the nearest of Sorinth's attackers. The Brelan captain took a step back, surprised, but quickly recovered and engaged his other adversary.
Legolas notched another arrow and was searching for a new target when he spotted a figure leaving the battlefield. The Man moved swiftly through the forest and Legolas was hard pressed to see him clearly or get a clear shot. The deserter was heading away from the battle as swiftly as possible and the elf saw he would have to pass through a small clearing where Legolas would be able to strike him. He brought up his bow and aimed, waiting for him to reach the field. When he was in clear sight Legolas started to release his arrow, then stopped, recognizing the Man below.
"Risorine."
The Man did not deserve such a quick end as the arrow would give him. Legolas dropped from the tree silently, like a hunter stalking its prey. He removed his tattered cloak, knowing it would most likely catch on a branch or rock and give him away. Then he chased silently after Risorine, promising that the Man would not escape again. He found he could follow him quite easily, despite the darkness of the wood. There seemed to be a light guiding his way.
TBC
*Sit down Legolas.
I know where Risorine is.
You are injured and may be discovered.
I will take the risk. Risorine must be caught. This is our only chance, Estel.
** Risorine knows who I am.
A/N - Hope that's not as bad an ending as before. I know, that last cliffie was really cruel, I'm sorry. I really am. Anyway, to my fab FAB reviewers who just swamped me. Sorry I can't respond to everyone and sorry this took so long but I got really sick, I had to go to the hospital and everything. But I did get it done and the end of the story is now in sight. (that makes me both happy and sad.) Reviewers:
Anonymous - Well I usually reply to reviewers who review frequently (like yourself), ask questions (also like yourself), or write really funny or very constructive reviews. So, pretty much if you write anything other than "write more". Thanks for all the reviews BTW.
Wellduh - she screamed? Really? Cool.
Kimberly - thanks for the links, that's awesome of you.
May it be - I tried to make my friends LotR fans but it didn't work. Must try harder I guess. And why does everyone think I'm gonna kill Leggy, then I can't torture him?
Jay of Lasgalen - Well the Stone work (yeah), and I must read this Jocelyn's fics, I keep hearing great things about them.
Brat64 - *offers hand to help her off floor* sorry about that. Hope this ending wasn't so bad.
IceCreamCone23 - WOW, that's the most computer acronyms anyone's ever used in a review. Congrats.
Livi - Hey, that's a great little ending. "May the muse stay with you", did you make that up yourself?
Bill-the-pony - he was just careless in anger, and also I don't like a lot of blood in my fics, don't know why, so I'm not really into that throat cutting and stuff and try to leave it out of my stories. But since there were no real doctors or anything back then a stab to the stomach would probably be just as lethal.
Erunyauve - I really like that line as well, you're the only one who's commented on it though. Everyone else just told me to bring Legolas back to life, but that is also important. Thank you for looking deeper too, I'm new at this moral in the story thing.
LAXgirl - geez, you picked a bad chapter to catch up on. I think that was my worst cliffie ever. But it's over now, no bodily harm please.
Eowyn Greenleaf - HEHEHE, 'Aragorn can fix him', that made me laugh.
Mia-Philosephet - LOLOLOLOL, your review had me laughing my butt off. And luckily for you you're the only one that offered to save poor Legolas's life, so hop to it!
SpaceVixenX - Oh no. Wake up, he's not dead!!!!
The insane one - I think I know how you got your name. Your review was very ... interesting.
Lady-Daine - I actually appreciate the purists very much. I would love to have all the LotR knowledge but I haven't got the time to read all the extra stuff so I like when the Tolkienists R&R.
More soon. Promise. Voices in her head: Don't make promises you can't keep. Robinyj: Oh shut up. I keep all my promises. Besides, I got the week off work. I can write all I want. Voices: You still have school. Robinyj: This is more important. Voices: Liar. Robinyj: *whaps voices over the head* I said shut up.