Well this chapter is very different. I'm reading Macbeth at school and I
think it's affecting my writing style. Oh well, I guess I should try
different styles if I want to be a good writer. Speaking of new things this
chapter may be a tad controversial but I hope you like it.
The Stone of Malinya
Legolas pushed himself on, keeping Risorine in his sights but not yet overtaking him as he fled. The Man did not yet know the elf was tracking him and would soon slow and drop his guard when he thought no one followed. Legolas knew he had to wait for this to happen because already his limited supplies of energy were draining from him. When he first saw Risorine his anger had fuelled him on but now, after chasing him for some time, he had to force his legs to move and his body to stay upright. But he did not think the chase would last much longer for the Man did not seem to be fleeing in a random direction, he ran as though he had a destination.
As they raced through the woods Legolas continued to see Risorine quite clearly despite the darkness of the forest and wondered why it was that he could. At first he had thought the moon was beaming into the woods but the trees had quickly become so thick that he knew the light of the half moon could not creep in and there were no other sources of light in the valley, for the Man carried no torch. Ahead of him Risorine turned at a twisted tree and Legolas found the answer to his question; it stopped him in his tracks.
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Aragorn had set his sights on one man and as the battle was engaged he stalked towards him, his intent clear. All around him men fought; the Men of Brelan had at first offered a peaceful solution, assuring the rebels that if they gave themselves up no harm would come to them but the outlaws had insisted on a fight, on Risorine's encouragement, and would not be disappointed. Aragorn saw Risorine; his sword was drawn but he no longer appeared calm and cocky, he looked panicked and seemed to be searching for a way of escape.
"Coward," Mumbled Aragorn as he approached, then yelled, "Risorine!"
This drew the Man's attention immediately. He turned to the great King, who never looked more threatening than on a field of battle, and he faltered. No one knew better than Risorine that the King of Men was the mightiest of warriors and would not be felled in battle. As Aragorn came towards him with sword drawn high in the pale moonlight the thought of surrender seemed very appealing. But just before Risorine put down his sword he saw one of his men rushing over to help him; a young lad whose name he did not even know. The traitor knew that even the greatest warriors could be surprised and overpowered and threw away all thoughts of surrender.
"Lord Elessar," He replied, regaining his composure, "So sorry about your elf."
Aragorn's eyes burned brighter and Risorine took a step back but his sneer did not diminish. Though his gaze was fixed on Risorine Aragorn still felt the man approaching behind him and turned just in time to block a killing blow from the rebel. He deflected the young man's sword but as it was drawn back the blade sliced across his ribcage, through his tunic and flesh and severed the strap of his pack.
As Aragorn withdrew to assess his hurt he felt the bag fall from his shoulder and watched as it hit the ground. The Stone of Malinya fell from it and rolled across the field.
The Stone glowed with its abnormal beauty and all three Men's eyes were drawn to it. Risorine stepped forward in awe, unbelieving that he was so close to the item he longed for so greatly. He knelt before it, greed and desire burning in his eyes. Aragorn moved to intercept the traitor but another man had joined his first opponent and he now had two adversaries to fight off. He struck and parried, attempting to end the fight quickly but the two Men continued to back away and then move in quickly, purposely stalling the King.
Risorine picked up the Stone of Malinya, still in awe of its beauty, and clutched it selfishly to his chest. His eyes darted around the field daring anyone to try and take his jewel. Now that he had what he wanted he deserted his men to their fate as he raced into the forest and away from the fight. He could reach the river easily and from there continue on to his other hide-out in the next forest, then he could decide his next move. For now he had to get the Stone of Malinya to safety, somewhere that only he could see it, only he could love and hold it.
Aragorn watched Risorine leave the field from the corner of his eye as he dodged a clumsy swipe of a blade. He was sick of this fight and needed to stop his former captain. Charging forth he easily surprised the two men as he ran between them, then swung around and started the battle anew. His blade was a blur as he went through the men, fighting both at once. Aragorn created an opening for himself by tying two blades together and then, moving faster than his opponent, he stabbed at the Man's stomach. Aragorn swung around as the first man dropped to the ground and faced his second adversary. The smaller man could not fight well when alone and was quickly bested by Aragorn's experienced blade. The King went for the killing blow but at the last second realized how young the rebel was and knew he was most likely deceived into joining with these men so he spared his life and knocked him out with the hilt of his sword.
Looking around the field he saw the battle dying down but there was no sign of Risorine or the Stone and he hadn't seen in which direction he fled. He let out a shout of frustration and anger. The Stone was gone, the prize they had worked so hard to find, and Risorine had gotten away with it. The traitor had escaped once again like the coward he was and Aragorn hung his head as he realized he had broken his promise to Legolas. The best thing he decided was to ask if any of the Brelans had seen which direction Risorine had fled, perhaps it was not too late to follow him. He approached Sorinth who was tying up one of the rebels. Before he could ask his question though he realized they were missing a stout member of their group.
"Where is Gimli?"
Gimli had seen Risorine leaving the field but he had not been able to follow him right away since he was tied up in battle. After disposing of several more of the outlaws of Brelan the dwarf had gone after the traitor but knew it would be hard to catch up, for the Man ran quickly and though Dwarves were natural sprinters they were wasted over long distances. Still Gimli would not allow him to get away without at least attempting pursuit. He was far behind the man but he continued on, intent to catch the traitor who had caused so much pain and chaos. In his opinion his axe had not seen enough of battle that night.
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Legolas stood in shock for a moment. Risorine had the Stone of Malinya. How could this be? And how had he escaped the battle so easily? The elf did not know the answers to these questions but he intended to find out. As he began to take off after Risorine again another thought struck him: What of Aragorn? The King had solemnly promised that Risorine would not escape the battle and that he would never hold the Stone of Malinya as his own. Legolas could think of only one explanation for what may have happened and it sickened him. If Risorine truly did have the Stone then Aragorn must have been killed or injured in the battle, for he would not give it up for any other reason.
Risorine's footsteps were fainting but Legolas was conflicted as to which path to follow. His friend could be wounded or dying in the battle behind him and he would never forgive himself if he left him to fulfill his own selfish need for revenge. But he also knew that Risorine had to be caught and punished for his crimes, and that the Stone of Malinya could not stay in his hands. Legolas took off after Risorine, not wasting another second as a new thought struck him; if Aragorn was gravely injured he could use the Stone to heal him, much as the Man had done for him.
Legolas was filled with a new sense of purpose and that spurred him on with great energy. He raced through the forest once more, his light feet making no sound as his keen eyes sought out the faint light he had been following earlier. He found it easily; Risorine was slowing his pace. The Man continued to run but was constantly looking behind him and checking for danger. He seemed to think there was none.
The Man finally slowed his pace to a walk and he smiled triumphantly as he looked behind and saw no one. He then continued on his way, walking leisurely. Legolas followed, deciding not to show himself since he was curious as to where the Man may be heading. Risorine left himself completely open to attack as he walked with his gaze fixed on Malinya's Stone but the elf restrained himself from ambushing him and instead climbed into the trees to lessen his chances of being seen.
As he pursued his prey, watching from the treetops, Legolas became aware of the sound of water nearby; it was a great mass of water, most likely a mighty river, and they were drawing nearer to it. After a few more yards the elf could see a great cavern up ahead of them and noticed that the sound of the water seemed to echo from within it. The river ran deep.
Risorine smiled to himself, thinking things were finally going his way. The cursed Elf was dead, he had escaped from Lord Elessar, and at last the Stone of Malinya was his, and its beauty was fantastical. He was headed towards the river; once he reached the shore he could follow it to one of his few other hide-aways in the forest then regroup with the few men he had left. Then once his following was rebuilt he would use the Stone to ... a twig snapped behind him, breaking his thoughts. Risorine spun around, his expression panicked when he saw no one.
Legolas cursed his fatigue and himself for not being aware enough of his surroundings. He ducked down low in the tree as Risorine's gaze scoured the woods around him. The Man saw no one but still ran away once more at full speed, quite aware that someone must have followed him. Legolas chased after him, no longer caring about stealth.
He could hear leaves falling and twigs snapping as someone chased him but as Risorine looked behind him he saw no one. Whoever his pursuers were they were quick and he knew that fleeing was his best chance. He ran blindly, desperate to get away but his tracker just came closer and closer. He raced out of the woods and looked behind him; still no one. As he turned back around he only barely stopped himself from falling to an untimely end. He was standing near the edge of a great cliff, one he had visited many times. The river flowed far beneath him, mighty and dangerous; he knew that its rocks were sharp and its current swift. None could survive its waters.
"Too close." He whispered as he backed away and turned to run again but was stopped when an arrow suddenly dropped from the sky, from the moon itself. The arrow was well aimed and landed inches from Risorine's feet. He tried to flee again the opposite way but once more an arrow stopped him, appearing from nowhere. He tried once more but escape was impossible and the shaft this time buried itself no more than a hair's breath from his foot. Risorine looked into the dark forest but could see no one. It was as if his pursuer aimed from the very heavens; as if something haunted him.
Legolas enjoyed watching the Man squirm but finally decided to show himself after letting Risorine shrink back with fear for a few moments. He dropped from the tree, appearing to fall from the sky, and landed silently in a crouch several yards in front of the Man who dared call himself a warrior.
Risorine shuddered in horror as he thought that it could not be a Man who chased him but must be a figure from the heavens, sent by the Gods to punish him. As the shape rose to his feet and was illuminated in the moonlight Risorine lost all his composure as he saw the very 'Man' he had killed only hours ago. He was being hunted by the dead.
"No .. n.no ... This cannot be. Y .. y.y.you're dead." He whispered, backing away one step for every stride Legolas took forward.
"Not all things are as they seem, you should know this well Risorine. One thing you should also know; no deed goes unpunished." Legolas said, stalking forward slowly but purposefully.
If Risorine had had any doubts before that it was a spirit that chased him they were all dashed away as the elf approached, ghostly in form. His feet were silent as they fell, despite the strength and anger in each step. His hair and skin shone in the ethereal manner of the dead and his eyes seemed unnatural, bluer and deeper than the oceans. Risorine was raised to believe in forces beyond his understanding and continued to falter as the 'spirit' approached, knowing what his judgment would be from him. He was not worthy of mercy.
"Please, wait. I'll .. I'll return the Stone, I'll amend my wrongs." Risorine stuttered.
Legolas knew the Man was frightened and understood why so played along with his role, "It is too late for that." With these words Legolas took a large stride forward and Risorine backed away farther, too far.
Legolas sensed it, as only an elf would. The ground was not firm enough, eroded away long ago by the rapid water far beneath them, it barely held itself up. But Risorine was too frightened to notice, too horrified by his own mortality and continued on his path of destruction. Legolas felt the earth shift and knew the ledge would not hold. He ran forward to pull the man away from his fate but Risorine misunderstood the action and fell backwards as he tried to get away.
"Wait!"
The ground cracked and groaned, the rocks shifted and Risorine disappeared along with the cliff-face. Legolas leapt ahead, tried to grab him but his fingers grasped nothing but empty air. He pulled himself to the edge and watched as the man fell and fell and fell. Their eyes reflected the same horror as the event unfolded. Risorine made no sound as he plummeted; he simply extended his arms, stared into the night sky above and waited. Legolas watched as long as he could but turned away as the Man's body slammed into the jagged rocks below.
All feelings of satisfaction and retribution the elf may have felt were drowned by a great sorrow that struck him and almost sent him diving into the water himself. Instead he slowly stretched out his arm, reaching for what he could not grasp. He looked down to the water and watched Risorine's body float away. The Stone of Malinya slipped from the bloody fingers of the dead and sank beneath the water's depths; its beautiful light would never again see the sun's rays.
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Gimli ran through the forests swiftly for he suddenly had a target to aim for. He had been just about to give up his pursuit of Risorine, being unable to find any traces of him, but he had kept going refusing to so easily let revenge and justice be denied. Just when it had seemed that he would only accomplish getting himself lost he had heard a clattering of rocks and then shouting from the edge of the forest. It was not so much revenge but curiosity that now spurred him forward, not knowing what could be the cause of such sounds. The sight that greeted him was not one he expected.
A figure lay on the ground halfway over the edge of a great cliff. Gimli immediately hefted his axe, thinking the figure to be Risorine, but as he approached it became clear that was not the case. The blond hair of the creature before him belonged to Legolas. He did not move as Gimli came near, though he had to have heard him. His gaze remained turned from the Dwarf as he stared longingly into the raging river below.
"Legolas?" Gimli's tone held all questions he had, but his voice was soft and curious.
The elf turned slightly at his name but did not face him; Gimli stayed where he was. Long moments passed until finally Legolas pulled himself up onto his knees and shifted his gaze from the water to the pale moon above their heads. Gimli could almost feel the sorrow emanating from the elf, and wondered what had happened. He spoke eventually, his voice sounding tired.
"I am weary of this place Gimli. Let's go home." He seemed exhausted beyond measure, as if his very soul ached with fatigue. The dwarf knew he was not weary only in mind but he was sick of Brelan; hated the lies, deceit, betrayal, hatred and pain this place had caused him. He could not blame him for wishing to leave.
"What happened, my friend?" Gimli asked, stepping directly behind the elf.
Legolas spoke slowly, as if trying to understand himself, "He fell. Risorine, he's dead; the ground could not support him. The Stone, it's gone, lost. We failed. I failed. It was my fault."
"The Stone is lost? This grieves me greatly but you are not to blame and I will not have you believing so. It is Risorine who should be thought at fault for this horrendous act, him and all his damn followers. They are the reason the Stone was endangered. But if you wish to look even beyond that you may blame all of Brelan; it was their hatred that eventually led to the Stone's destruction." Gimli said firmly, not allowing Legolas to take needless blame when he knew he had done his best, "That's what hate does my friend, it destroys beauty."
Legolas nodded, understanding and wondering when Gimli became so wise.
"It will kill ... Aragorn." Legolas sprang to his feet and took off, out of the clearing and back to the home of the rebels. He had forgotten about Aragorn; the man may even now lie dying and he had lost the healing Stone. He hoped he was wrong but he could not chance being right and raced away, leaving Gimli confused and lagging behind.
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Aragorn looked over the battlefield and knew he should be satisfied, but the escape of Risorine and loss of Malinya's Stone made all joy leave his heart. He cradled his left side gingerly, slowing the blood flow from the wound as he picked his pack up from the ground. The field was well lit by torches and he could see that the slash looked horrid and pained him but it was not life threatening or greatly debilitating.
Around him men were being questioned and bound. Some had fought to the death but many had surrendered willingly, after seeing their leader flee they had little to fight for. Sorinth approached him and saw the blood on his tunic.
"You should have that tended to." He suggested kindly.
Aragorn shook his head, "I have had much worse, trust me. But I will have it looked at later. How did we fare?"
"Not badly. We lost none to our numbers but I fear for our Master Dwarf, he has disappeared and no one knows where." Sorinth said, even now looking into the dark forest in search of him.
"He will return, if he does not become lost. He can hold himself in battle, that much I assure you. Never have you seen an axe so wielded. But still, I wonder where he has gone." Aragorn walked toward the edge of the woods with Sorinth beside him. Sounds of a struggle erupted behind them and the two saw several men struggling with a burly rebel who would not be bound. Sorinth hurried off to help the men restrain him but Aragorn stayed where he was, knowing the situation was well in hand. He took up a torch and headed into the forest, intent to find Gimli for the Dwarf was of little use in forests. He had taken only a few steps when he saw a figure rushing towards him. He pulled his sword instinctively but lowered it as Legolas drew near. The elf slid to a halt when he saw the Man alive and seemingly well. Pure relief was plastered over his face.
"I had thought you injured or worse." Legolas admitted.
Aragorn asked, "I received little hurt in the battle, why would you think different?"
The elf's expression changed so quickly it shocked the man, "Risorine had the Stone of Malinya, and I knew you would not let it go while you lived."
"Nay I would not. It was taken from me and I was unable to retrieve it in time. I am sorry my friend, I failed you. Risorine has gotten away." Aragorn admitted, not thinking over Legolas's words.
"He has not. Justice has been rightly served, if one can call it that." Legolas replied, shaking his head, "Even now the traitor lies dead in a great river that flows nearby which I cannot name. His own cowardice felled him but he took with him the great treasure; the Stone of Malinya is gone. Almost I dove in after it, but reason won out over desire for none could survive the fall it took."
Aragorn had already thought the Stone lost to him, but this news still distressed him, "Gone? Forever? This cannot be. The symbol of peace destroyed by hatred. It is an unfair world in which we live, where evil may find a way to triumph, even in death." Aragorn stated bitterly. His eyes reflected loss and defeat and for long moments the two friends shared in their terrible sorrows.
"It was my fault, I could not ...."
"No, I am sure you did all you could Legolas." Aragorn cut the elf off, not allowing him to take the blame much like Gimli. He was silent for a few moments, but his eyes still shone with disbelief, "So much work and hope lost forever, all due to the fallacies of Men."
"It was not just Men. The Stone's fate seemed to be decided long before we even arrived here. Perhaps the Stone was lost to us before we ever retrieved it." Legolas said, receiving a confused glance from Aragorn, "True, we found Malinya's Stone with all the best intentions, but within a single day it led to civil unrest in this nation and has already caused the deaths of many. How long could we have protected it and ensured it was used only for good?"
"You may be right, but should we not at least have been given the chance to try?" Aragorn asked resentfully, cursing the powers of fate with his words.
For this Legolas had no answer so nodded and said nothing. Aragorn looked to his friend and could tell he was beyond exhaustion and had not yet rested; the archer seemed barely able to stand on his own power.
"You should rest my friend. We will take care of these men and ensure they are brought safely to Miscalanth." Aragorn said. Legolas sighed and looked up at the moon once more. He was tired; tired of Brelan and its hatred, prejudice and pain. He despised this place and wanted nothing more to do with it. To him it seemed that no good was able to come from this land.
"Have you seen Gimli?" Aragorn asked, drawing Legolas from his thoughts.
"Aye, he will be along shortly if he does not become lost. I will go find him and leave you to your duties here." Legolas turned and walked away. Aragorn watched him go, not able to dismiss the weariness in each of the elf's steps, but his thoughts were mostly overtaken by his deep grief from the loss of Malinya's Stone.
Legolas found all his energy now completely gone, combined with his grief he could barely stay upright. Such was the reason he so easily tripped over a jutting root and fell hard to one knee. He shook his head to clear the fog from his mind and when he saw a hand appear in front of him he took it without question, assuming it to be Aragorn. It was quite a shock when the strong arm pulled him up and he was brought face to face with Sorinth, who stared at him hard and intently. It was then Legolas realized that in his grief and worry he had forgotten that he wore no cloak or hood, and had not yet used The Mist of Concealment. He was elf-kind and now Sorinth knew this as well.
"This explains much." The Man gritted through clenched teeth. He had suspected something was amiss with this 'Man' for some time and now he found his answers, though he had never expected this. Legolas met the Man's gaze, his eyes almost pleading for understanding. He tried to pull away but the Man's grip was firm and he did not have the strength to free himself of it.
"Sorinth, please hear me first before you say more." Legolas asked, quickly taking in their surroundings. Several of Sorinth's men were approaching.
"I will hear none of your lies. You are as treacherous as these very men we hunted down this night." Sorinth said, his voice becoming dangerously loud.
Aragorn saw what was happening too late but still he ran forward, hoping he could somehow convince Sorinth to keep his discovery quiet.
"Sorinth, we can explain." Aragorn assured him swiftly as he approached. Sorinth turned to him, his eyes like fire and his jaw clenched.
"I should have guessed you knew of this Lord Elessar. There is little explanation you can give to excuse these deceptions." Sorinth said. He was a man of honor and pride and would not be lied to or deceived again.
Aragorn began to speak once more but was cut off as three Men from Brelan approached, leading ahead of them one of the rebels. The outlaw saw Legolas, stiffened and then scoffed, "The elf survived then did he? I knew their kind were unnatural. You Men really do care nothing for Brelan if you align yourselves with this creature."
And with those words all was lost. A murmur began to echo through the Men in the field, followed by gasps and outbursts of rage as the truth was told and seen by all. Legolas could hide no longer. The air became thick with tension as the Men of Brelan all came in closer, unconsciously circling the archer. Some were curious, others clenched their fists and some were simply amazed, unbelieving that Elves would dare walk in their land.
Sorinth released Legolas but stood his ground. The elf took a step back and looked over all the faces of the Men around him; he saw little but anger and hatred, all directed toward him. His already weary and sorrowed heart crumbled a bit more as he took in the dark looks and scowls. He was hated for what he was but would no longer hide from it. He dropped his head in sorrow and to shut out the dark feelings being shot at him, for one can only take so much hatred.
It was then that Gimli arrived in the field, only now catching up from when Legolas had raced away from him. He knew immediately that Legolas had been discovered, his secret was clearly out. In a way it was a relief, but in a worse way it was a burden. The Men crowding around the elf did not look understanding or sympathetic; in fact some looked down right hostile and even clutched their weapons tightly. What Legolas needed was a distraction to make his escape, and someone to watch his back. Gimli hefted his axe and started forward.
"Legolas run!" He charged at the group but before he could get a swing of his axe Aragorn suddenly appeared in front of him, halting his actions. He had spotted the Dwarf's approach and knew what his reaction would be.
"No, he will not run from this." Aragorn stated firmly, still holding him back. Gimli looked towards the group once more and saw that Legolas did indeed show no signs of running. In fact he seemed quite determined to stay.
"Staying is madness, he must flee!" Gimli exclaimed.
"He will no longer hide from who and what he is. I believe he wishes to face these men, explain to them the lies they have been fed and reveal the truth of the elves."
Gimli looked at the group of which they stood just out of earshot; they did not look willing to learn, "Crazy elf." He finally conceded and lowered his axe. He stepped forward with Aragorn, both ready to defend their friend in any way necessary.
The group of Men had paid little heed to Gimli, especially since Aragorn had stopped him. They remained where they were around Legolas, dissecting him and judging him unjustly. He was a deceitful, lying, cowardly Elf in their eyes and could never be considered much more.
"Sorinth listen to me." Legolas began but was cut off.
"I will hear none of your words!" Sorinth said again.
"But his words are important and he has a right to be heard." Aragorn said strongly, his voice the only one of reason.
"An elf? What rights do you think he has here?" One of the guards asked, eyeing Legolas condescendingly.
"He has every right! Tell me, what laws has he broken? What sacred trust has he defied simply by being who he is?" Aragorn argued fiercely.
"Our laws Lord Elessar and our trust; he has broken both." Sorinth stated simply. Aragorn turned to the Man expecting to see what he saw on every other face, but he was hopeful when he noted that though Sorinth was enraged there was no hatred in his eyes.
Aragorn began to speak once more but was halted by Legolas, who had remained silent for some time, "Peace Aragorn, their minds will not be changed by you." Aragorn looked to his friend and saw a sorrowful acceptance in his eyes that hit the King as hard as if he had been struck.
Sorinth spoke again, "By our law he will be put under arrest. But he may speak freely now if he so wishes."
Legolas looked at the Men around him, so full of hatred and malice towards him though he had done nothing to them but exist. He knew all words now would be useless so simply said, "I meant no harm or disrespect to you or your country in coming here."
"That may well be true but does not discount your actions." Sorinth said, then turned to Aragorn, "I do not believe he is in any shape to attempt escape so he may ride with you, unbound, but when we reach Miscalanth he must be brought directly before our King for judgment."
"Judgment? You treat him as though he is a criminal?" Gimli pointed out, outraged.
"He has broken our law." Sorinth reiterated then turned to his men and forced them to break apart and take care of the outlaws who had been quickly forgotten. The guards moved away reluctantly, many shooting death glares in Legolas's direction. Only a few remained behind to ensure that the 'prisoner' did not attempt escape.
Aragorn approached Sorinth once more, unable to comprehend the injustice unravelling before them. "Sorinth this is wrong, you must know this."
Sorinth shook his head ruefully, "You speak to the wrong man. If it was up to me I may have released him, pending this explanation of yours, but it is not for me to decide. These matters are for Lord Vecery's judgment. There is nothing I can do."
Sorinth turned away, unable to meet the elf's penetrating gaze and left to tend to business with their rebel prisoners.
As he retreated Gimli commented quietly, "Risorine may have been right about one thing after all."
"And what could that possibly be?" Aragorn asked, unable to fathom agreeing with one so treacherous.
"There are some things in Brelan that must change." Gimli stated. Aragorn found himself unable to disagree as he watched Legolas walk away, weary in mind, body and soul, and flanked by three alert and hate-filled guards.
TBC
That's it for now. I really have nothing to say. Thank you all for reviewing and I'll write the rest as soon as possible. *hopes no one will throw shoes at her due to the direction her story is heading*
Firnsarnien, aurienia, Mia-philosephet, livi, gwyn, - thank you for your concern about my health. I am now quite well. Yeah!
Littlefish - Legolas was a little pre-occupied and forgot, he's only human ... wait he isn't is he? Well, he can still make mistakes. And it fit in well with the plot. Now stop worrying and go finish "Hostage of Hate" right now!
Elf reader - thank you for the kind words. I'm kind of the sorry the story's almost over too.
Enigma jade - good call. Must have read my mind.
Cestari - yeah, TTT was great. I saw it six times, my friends think I'm on crack for it too. You should be able to find my other fics by clicking on my author name, I've only written one other LotR one.
Serenia - dreamer of the woods - well, since Aragorn was speaking Elvish he said Legolas on purpose since the other men wouldn't know whether that was a name or a word really.
Shandrial - I have an addiction as well, and there are no patches or anything to help with it. Glad you liked LFA as well.
Jay of Lasgalen - I will read Jocelyn's fics. I'm trying to catch up on all my fave writers at the moment and I'm working my way through Cassia's stories.
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Lady-Daine - glad I'm tolkienically correct. Hope this was a fitting enough end for Risorine.
Laxgirl - I like Leggy being injured as well. Healthy elves are just no fun.
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The Stone of Malinya
Legolas pushed himself on, keeping Risorine in his sights but not yet overtaking him as he fled. The Man did not yet know the elf was tracking him and would soon slow and drop his guard when he thought no one followed. Legolas knew he had to wait for this to happen because already his limited supplies of energy were draining from him. When he first saw Risorine his anger had fuelled him on but now, after chasing him for some time, he had to force his legs to move and his body to stay upright. But he did not think the chase would last much longer for the Man did not seem to be fleeing in a random direction, he ran as though he had a destination.
As they raced through the woods Legolas continued to see Risorine quite clearly despite the darkness of the forest and wondered why it was that he could. At first he had thought the moon was beaming into the woods but the trees had quickly become so thick that he knew the light of the half moon could not creep in and there were no other sources of light in the valley, for the Man carried no torch. Ahead of him Risorine turned at a twisted tree and Legolas found the answer to his question; it stopped him in his tracks.
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Aragorn had set his sights on one man and as the battle was engaged he stalked towards him, his intent clear. All around him men fought; the Men of Brelan had at first offered a peaceful solution, assuring the rebels that if they gave themselves up no harm would come to them but the outlaws had insisted on a fight, on Risorine's encouragement, and would not be disappointed. Aragorn saw Risorine; his sword was drawn but he no longer appeared calm and cocky, he looked panicked and seemed to be searching for a way of escape.
"Coward," Mumbled Aragorn as he approached, then yelled, "Risorine!"
This drew the Man's attention immediately. He turned to the great King, who never looked more threatening than on a field of battle, and he faltered. No one knew better than Risorine that the King of Men was the mightiest of warriors and would not be felled in battle. As Aragorn came towards him with sword drawn high in the pale moonlight the thought of surrender seemed very appealing. But just before Risorine put down his sword he saw one of his men rushing over to help him; a young lad whose name he did not even know. The traitor knew that even the greatest warriors could be surprised and overpowered and threw away all thoughts of surrender.
"Lord Elessar," He replied, regaining his composure, "So sorry about your elf."
Aragorn's eyes burned brighter and Risorine took a step back but his sneer did not diminish. Though his gaze was fixed on Risorine Aragorn still felt the man approaching behind him and turned just in time to block a killing blow from the rebel. He deflected the young man's sword but as it was drawn back the blade sliced across his ribcage, through his tunic and flesh and severed the strap of his pack.
As Aragorn withdrew to assess his hurt he felt the bag fall from his shoulder and watched as it hit the ground. The Stone of Malinya fell from it and rolled across the field.
The Stone glowed with its abnormal beauty and all three Men's eyes were drawn to it. Risorine stepped forward in awe, unbelieving that he was so close to the item he longed for so greatly. He knelt before it, greed and desire burning in his eyes. Aragorn moved to intercept the traitor but another man had joined his first opponent and he now had two adversaries to fight off. He struck and parried, attempting to end the fight quickly but the two Men continued to back away and then move in quickly, purposely stalling the King.
Risorine picked up the Stone of Malinya, still in awe of its beauty, and clutched it selfishly to his chest. His eyes darted around the field daring anyone to try and take his jewel. Now that he had what he wanted he deserted his men to their fate as he raced into the forest and away from the fight. He could reach the river easily and from there continue on to his other hide-out in the next forest, then he could decide his next move. For now he had to get the Stone of Malinya to safety, somewhere that only he could see it, only he could love and hold it.
Aragorn watched Risorine leave the field from the corner of his eye as he dodged a clumsy swipe of a blade. He was sick of this fight and needed to stop his former captain. Charging forth he easily surprised the two men as he ran between them, then swung around and started the battle anew. His blade was a blur as he went through the men, fighting both at once. Aragorn created an opening for himself by tying two blades together and then, moving faster than his opponent, he stabbed at the Man's stomach. Aragorn swung around as the first man dropped to the ground and faced his second adversary. The smaller man could not fight well when alone and was quickly bested by Aragorn's experienced blade. The King went for the killing blow but at the last second realized how young the rebel was and knew he was most likely deceived into joining with these men so he spared his life and knocked him out with the hilt of his sword.
Looking around the field he saw the battle dying down but there was no sign of Risorine or the Stone and he hadn't seen in which direction he fled. He let out a shout of frustration and anger. The Stone was gone, the prize they had worked so hard to find, and Risorine had gotten away with it. The traitor had escaped once again like the coward he was and Aragorn hung his head as he realized he had broken his promise to Legolas. The best thing he decided was to ask if any of the Brelans had seen which direction Risorine had fled, perhaps it was not too late to follow him. He approached Sorinth who was tying up one of the rebels. Before he could ask his question though he realized they were missing a stout member of their group.
"Where is Gimli?"
Gimli had seen Risorine leaving the field but he had not been able to follow him right away since he was tied up in battle. After disposing of several more of the outlaws of Brelan the dwarf had gone after the traitor but knew it would be hard to catch up, for the Man ran quickly and though Dwarves were natural sprinters they were wasted over long distances. Still Gimli would not allow him to get away without at least attempting pursuit. He was far behind the man but he continued on, intent to catch the traitor who had caused so much pain and chaos. In his opinion his axe had not seen enough of battle that night.
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Legolas stood in shock for a moment. Risorine had the Stone of Malinya. How could this be? And how had he escaped the battle so easily? The elf did not know the answers to these questions but he intended to find out. As he began to take off after Risorine again another thought struck him: What of Aragorn? The King had solemnly promised that Risorine would not escape the battle and that he would never hold the Stone of Malinya as his own. Legolas could think of only one explanation for what may have happened and it sickened him. If Risorine truly did have the Stone then Aragorn must have been killed or injured in the battle, for he would not give it up for any other reason.
Risorine's footsteps were fainting but Legolas was conflicted as to which path to follow. His friend could be wounded or dying in the battle behind him and he would never forgive himself if he left him to fulfill his own selfish need for revenge. But he also knew that Risorine had to be caught and punished for his crimes, and that the Stone of Malinya could not stay in his hands. Legolas took off after Risorine, not wasting another second as a new thought struck him; if Aragorn was gravely injured he could use the Stone to heal him, much as the Man had done for him.
Legolas was filled with a new sense of purpose and that spurred him on with great energy. He raced through the forest once more, his light feet making no sound as his keen eyes sought out the faint light he had been following earlier. He found it easily; Risorine was slowing his pace. The Man continued to run but was constantly looking behind him and checking for danger. He seemed to think there was none.
The Man finally slowed his pace to a walk and he smiled triumphantly as he looked behind and saw no one. He then continued on his way, walking leisurely. Legolas followed, deciding not to show himself since he was curious as to where the Man may be heading. Risorine left himself completely open to attack as he walked with his gaze fixed on Malinya's Stone but the elf restrained himself from ambushing him and instead climbed into the trees to lessen his chances of being seen.
As he pursued his prey, watching from the treetops, Legolas became aware of the sound of water nearby; it was a great mass of water, most likely a mighty river, and they were drawing nearer to it. After a few more yards the elf could see a great cavern up ahead of them and noticed that the sound of the water seemed to echo from within it. The river ran deep.
Risorine smiled to himself, thinking things were finally going his way. The cursed Elf was dead, he had escaped from Lord Elessar, and at last the Stone of Malinya was his, and its beauty was fantastical. He was headed towards the river; once he reached the shore he could follow it to one of his few other hide-aways in the forest then regroup with the few men he had left. Then once his following was rebuilt he would use the Stone to ... a twig snapped behind him, breaking his thoughts. Risorine spun around, his expression panicked when he saw no one.
Legolas cursed his fatigue and himself for not being aware enough of his surroundings. He ducked down low in the tree as Risorine's gaze scoured the woods around him. The Man saw no one but still ran away once more at full speed, quite aware that someone must have followed him. Legolas chased after him, no longer caring about stealth.
He could hear leaves falling and twigs snapping as someone chased him but as Risorine looked behind him he saw no one. Whoever his pursuers were they were quick and he knew that fleeing was his best chance. He ran blindly, desperate to get away but his tracker just came closer and closer. He raced out of the woods and looked behind him; still no one. As he turned back around he only barely stopped himself from falling to an untimely end. He was standing near the edge of a great cliff, one he had visited many times. The river flowed far beneath him, mighty and dangerous; he knew that its rocks were sharp and its current swift. None could survive its waters.
"Too close." He whispered as he backed away and turned to run again but was stopped when an arrow suddenly dropped from the sky, from the moon itself. The arrow was well aimed and landed inches from Risorine's feet. He tried to flee again the opposite way but once more an arrow stopped him, appearing from nowhere. He tried once more but escape was impossible and the shaft this time buried itself no more than a hair's breath from his foot. Risorine looked into the dark forest but could see no one. It was as if his pursuer aimed from the very heavens; as if something haunted him.
Legolas enjoyed watching the Man squirm but finally decided to show himself after letting Risorine shrink back with fear for a few moments. He dropped from the tree, appearing to fall from the sky, and landed silently in a crouch several yards in front of the Man who dared call himself a warrior.
Risorine shuddered in horror as he thought that it could not be a Man who chased him but must be a figure from the heavens, sent by the Gods to punish him. As the shape rose to his feet and was illuminated in the moonlight Risorine lost all his composure as he saw the very 'Man' he had killed only hours ago. He was being hunted by the dead.
"No .. n.no ... This cannot be. Y .. y.y.you're dead." He whispered, backing away one step for every stride Legolas took forward.
"Not all things are as they seem, you should know this well Risorine. One thing you should also know; no deed goes unpunished." Legolas said, stalking forward slowly but purposefully.
If Risorine had had any doubts before that it was a spirit that chased him they were all dashed away as the elf approached, ghostly in form. His feet were silent as they fell, despite the strength and anger in each step. His hair and skin shone in the ethereal manner of the dead and his eyes seemed unnatural, bluer and deeper than the oceans. Risorine was raised to believe in forces beyond his understanding and continued to falter as the 'spirit' approached, knowing what his judgment would be from him. He was not worthy of mercy.
"Please, wait. I'll .. I'll return the Stone, I'll amend my wrongs." Risorine stuttered.
Legolas knew the Man was frightened and understood why so played along with his role, "It is too late for that." With these words Legolas took a large stride forward and Risorine backed away farther, too far.
Legolas sensed it, as only an elf would. The ground was not firm enough, eroded away long ago by the rapid water far beneath them, it barely held itself up. But Risorine was too frightened to notice, too horrified by his own mortality and continued on his path of destruction. Legolas felt the earth shift and knew the ledge would not hold. He ran forward to pull the man away from his fate but Risorine misunderstood the action and fell backwards as he tried to get away.
"Wait!"
The ground cracked and groaned, the rocks shifted and Risorine disappeared along with the cliff-face. Legolas leapt ahead, tried to grab him but his fingers grasped nothing but empty air. He pulled himself to the edge and watched as the man fell and fell and fell. Their eyes reflected the same horror as the event unfolded. Risorine made no sound as he plummeted; he simply extended his arms, stared into the night sky above and waited. Legolas watched as long as he could but turned away as the Man's body slammed into the jagged rocks below.
All feelings of satisfaction and retribution the elf may have felt were drowned by a great sorrow that struck him and almost sent him diving into the water himself. Instead he slowly stretched out his arm, reaching for what he could not grasp. He looked down to the water and watched Risorine's body float away. The Stone of Malinya slipped from the bloody fingers of the dead and sank beneath the water's depths; its beautiful light would never again see the sun's rays.
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Gimli ran through the forests swiftly for he suddenly had a target to aim for. He had been just about to give up his pursuit of Risorine, being unable to find any traces of him, but he had kept going refusing to so easily let revenge and justice be denied. Just when it had seemed that he would only accomplish getting himself lost he had heard a clattering of rocks and then shouting from the edge of the forest. It was not so much revenge but curiosity that now spurred him forward, not knowing what could be the cause of such sounds. The sight that greeted him was not one he expected.
A figure lay on the ground halfway over the edge of a great cliff. Gimli immediately hefted his axe, thinking the figure to be Risorine, but as he approached it became clear that was not the case. The blond hair of the creature before him belonged to Legolas. He did not move as Gimli came near, though he had to have heard him. His gaze remained turned from the Dwarf as he stared longingly into the raging river below.
"Legolas?" Gimli's tone held all questions he had, but his voice was soft and curious.
The elf turned slightly at his name but did not face him; Gimli stayed where he was. Long moments passed until finally Legolas pulled himself up onto his knees and shifted his gaze from the water to the pale moon above their heads. Gimli could almost feel the sorrow emanating from the elf, and wondered what had happened. He spoke eventually, his voice sounding tired.
"I am weary of this place Gimli. Let's go home." He seemed exhausted beyond measure, as if his very soul ached with fatigue. The dwarf knew he was not weary only in mind but he was sick of Brelan; hated the lies, deceit, betrayal, hatred and pain this place had caused him. He could not blame him for wishing to leave.
"What happened, my friend?" Gimli asked, stepping directly behind the elf.
Legolas spoke slowly, as if trying to understand himself, "He fell. Risorine, he's dead; the ground could not support him. The Stone, it's gone, lost. We failed. I failed. It was my fault."
"The Stone is lost? This grieves me greatly but you are not to blame and I will not have you believing so. It is Risorine who should be thought at fault for this horrendous act, him and all his damn followers. They are the reason the Stone was endangered. But if you wish to look even beyond that you may blame all of Brelan; it was their hatred that eventually led to the Stone's destruction." Gimli said firmly, not allowing Legolas to take needless blame when he knew he had done his best, "That's what hate does my friend, it destroys beauty."
Legolas nodded, understanding and wondering when Gimli became so wise.
"It will kill ... Aragorn." Legolas sprang to his feet and took off, out of the clearing and back to the home of the rebels. He had forgotten about Aragorn; the man may even now lie dying and he had lost the healing Stone. He hoped he was wrong but he could not chance being right and raced away, leaving Gimli confused and lagging behind.
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Aragorn looked over the battlefield and knew he should be satisfied, but the escape of Risorine and loss of Malinya's Stone made all joy leave his heart. He cradled his left side gingerly, slowing the blood flow from the wound as he picked his pack up from the ground. The field was well lit by torches and he could see that the slash looked horrid and pained him but it was not life threatening or greatly debilitating.
Around him men were being questioned and bound. Some had fought to the death but many had surrendered willingly, after seeing their leader flee they had little to fight for. Sorinth approached him and saw the blood on his tunic.
"You should have that tended to." He suggested kindly.
Aragorn shook his head, "I have had much worse, trust me. But I will have it looked at later. How did we fare?"
"Not badly. We lost none to our numbers but I fear for our Master Dwarf, he has disappeared and no one knows where." Sorinth said, even now looking into the dark forest in search of him.
"He will return, if he does not become lost. He can hold himself in battle, that much I assure you. Never have you seen an axe so wielded. But still, I wonder where he has gone." Aragorn walked toward the edge of the woods with Sorinth beside him. Sounds of a struggle erupted behind them and the two saw several men struggling with a burly rebel who would not be bound. Sorinth hurried off to help the men restrain him but Aragorn stayed where he was, knowing the situation was well in hand. He took up a torch and headed into the forest, intent to find Gimli for the Dwarf was of little use in forests. He had taken only a few steps when he saw a figure rushing towards him. He pulled his sword instinctively but lowered it as Legolas drew near. The elf slid to a halt when he saw the Man alive and seemingly well. Pure relief was plastered over his face.
"I had thought you injured or worse." Legolas admitted.
Aragorn asked, "I received little hurt in the battle, why would you think different?"
The elf's expression changed so quickly it shocked the man, "Risorine had the Stone of Malinya, and I knew you would not let it go while you lived."
"Nay I would not. It was taken from me and I was unable to retrieve it in time. I am sorry my friend, I failed you. Risorine has gotten away." Aragorn admitted, not thinking over Legolas's words.
"He has not. Justice has been rightly served, if one can call it that." Legolas replied, shaking his head, "Even now the traitor lies dead in a great river that flows nearby which I cannot name. His own cowardice felled him but he took with him the great treasure; the Stone of Malinya is gone. Almost I dove in after it, but reason won out over desire for none could survive the fall it took."
Aragorn had already thought the Stone lost to him, but this news still distressed him, "Gone? Forever? This cannot be. The symbol of peace destroyed by hatred. It is an unfair world in which we live, where evil may find a way to triumph, even in death." Aragorn stated bitterly. His eyes reflected loss and defeat and for long moments the two friends shared in their terrible sorrows.
"It was my fault, I could not ...."
"No, I am sure you did all you could Legolas." Aragorn cut the elf off, not allowing him to take the blame much like Gimli. He was silent for a few moments, but his eyes still shone with disbelief, "So much work and hope lost forever, all due to the fallacies of Men."
"It was not just Men. The Stone's fate seemed to be decided long before we even arrived here. Perhaps the Stone was lost to us before we ever retrieved it." Legolas said, receiving a confused glance from Aragorn, "True, we found Malinya's Stone with all the best intentions, but within a single day it led to civil unrest in this nation and has already caused the deaths of many. How long could we have protected it and ensured it was used only for good?"
"You may be right, but should we not at least have been given the chance to try?" Aragorn asked resentfully, cursing the powers of fate with his words.
For this Legolas had no answer so nodded and said nothing. Aragorn looked to his friend and could tell he was beyond exhaustion and had not yet rested; the archer seemed barely able to stand on his own power.
"You should rest my friend. We will take care of these men and ensure they are brought safely to Miscalanth." Aragorn said. Legolas sighed and looked up at the moon once more. He was tired; tired of Brelan and its hatred, prejudice and pain. He despised this place and wanted nothing more to do with it. To him it seemed that no good was able to come from this land.
"Have you seen Gimli?" Aragorn asked, drawing Legolas from his thoughts.
"Aye, he will be along shortly if he does not become lost. I will go find him and leave you to your duties here." Legolas turned and walked away. Aragorn watched him go, not able to dismiss the weariness in each of the elf's steps, but his thoughts were mostly overtaken by his deep grief from the loss of Malinya's Stone.
Legolas found all his energy now completely gone, combined with his grief he could barely stay upright. Such was the reason he so easily tripped over a jutting root and fell hard to one knee. He shook his head to clear the fog from his mind and when he saw a hand appear in front of him he took it without question, assuming it to be Aragorn. It was quite a shock when the strong arm pulled him up and he was brought face to face with Sorinth, who stared at him hard and intently. It was then Legolas realized that in his grief and worry he had forgotten that he wore no cloak or hood, and had not yet used The Mist of Concealment. He was elf-kind and now Sorinth knew this as well.
"This explains much." The Man gritted through clenched teeth. He had suspected something was amiss with this 'Man' for some time and now he found his answers, though he had never expected this. Legolas met the Man's gaze, his eyes almost pleading for understanding. He tried to pull away but the Man's grip was firm and he did not have the strength to free himself of it.
"Sorinth, please hear me first before you say more." Legolas asked, quickly taking in their surroundings. Several of Sorinth's men were approaching.
"I will hear none of your lies. You are as treacherous as these very men we hunted down this night." Sorinth said, his voice becoming dangerously loud.
Aragorn saw what was happening too late but still he ran forward, hoping he could somehow convince Sorinth to keep his discovery quiet.
"Sorinth, we can explain." Aragorn assured him swiftly as he approached. Sorinth turned to him, his eyes like fire and his jaw clenched.
"I should have guessed you knew of this Lord Elessar. There is little explanation you can give to excuse these deceptions." Sorinth said. He was a man of honor and pride and would not be lied to or deceived again.
Aragorn began to speak once more but was cut off as three Men from Brelan approached, leading ahead of them one of the rebels. The outlaw saw Legolas, stiffened and then scoffed, "The elf survived then did he? I knew their kind were unnatural. You Men really do care nothing for Brelan if you align yourselves with this creature."
And with those words all was lost. A murmur began to echo through the Men in the field, followed by gasps and outbursts of rage as the truth was told and seen by all. Legolas could hide no longer. The air became thick with tension as the Men of Brelan all came in closer, unconsciously circling the archer. Some were curious, others clenched their fists and some were simply amazed, unbelieving that Elves would dare walk in their land.
Sorinth released Legolas but stood his ground. The elf took a step back and looked over all the faces of the Men around him; he saw little but anger and hatred, all directed toward him. His already weary and sorrowed heart crumbled a bit more as he took in the dark looks and scowls. He was hated for what he was but would no longer hide from it. He dropped his head in sorrow and to shut out the dark feelings being shot at him, for one can only take so much hatred.
It was then that Gimli arrived in the field, only now catching up from when Legolas had raced away from him. He knew immediately that Legolas had been discovered, his secret was clearly out. In a way it was a relief, but in a worse way it was a burden. The Men crowding around the elf did not look understanding or sympathetic; in fact some looked down right hostile and even clutched their weapons tightly. What Legolas needed was a distraction to make his escape, and someone to watch his back. Gimli hefted his axe and started forward.
"Legolas run!" He charged at the group but before he could get a swing of his axe Aragorn suddenly appeared in front of him, halting his actions. He had spotted the Dwarf's approach and knew what his reaction would be.
"No, he will not run from this." Aragorn stated firmly, still holding him back. Gimli looked towards the group once more and saw that Legolas did indeed show no signs of running. In fact he seemed quite determined to stay.
"Staying is madness, he must flee!" Gimli exclaimed.
"He will no longer hide from who and what he is. I believe he wishes to face these men, explain to them the lies they have been fed and reveal the truth of the elves."
Gimli looked at the group of which they stood just out of earshot; they did not look willing to learn, "Crazy elf." He finally conceded and lowered his axe. He stepped forward with Aragorn, both ready to defend their friend in any way necessary.
The group of Men had paid little heed to Gimli, especially since Aragorn had stopped him. They remained where they were around Legolas, dissecting him and judging him unjustly. He was a deceitful, lying, cowardly Elf in their eyes and could never be considered much more.
"Sorinth listen to me." Legolas began but was cut off.
"I will hear none of your words!" Sorinth said again.
"But his words are important and he has a right to be heard." Aragorn said strongly, his voice the only one of reason.
"An elf? What rights do you think he has here?" One of the guards asked, eyeing Legolas condescendingly.
"He has every right! Tell me, what laws has he broken? What sacred trust has he defied simply by being who he is?" Aragorn argued fiercely.
"Our laws Lord Elessar and our trust; he has broken both." Sorinth stated simply. Aragorn turned to the Man expecting to see what he saw on every other face, but he was hopeful when he noted that though Sorinth was enraged there was no hatred in his eyes.
Aragorn began to speak once more but was halted by Legolas, who had remained silent for some time, "Peace Aragorn, their minds will not be changed by you." Aragorn looked to his friend and saw a sorrowful acceptance in his eyes that hit the King as hard as if he had been struck.
Sorinth spoke again, "By our law he will be put under arrest. But he may speak freely now if he so wishes."
Legolas looked at the Men around him, so full of hatred and malice towards him though he had done nothing to them but exist. He knew all words now would be useless so simply said, "I meant no harm or disrespect to you or your country in coming here."
"That may well be true but does not discount your actions." Sorinth said, then turned to Aragorn, "I do not believe he is in any shape to attempt escape so he may ride with you, unbound, but when we reach Miscalanth he must be brought directly before our King for judgment."
"Judgment? You treat him as though he is a criminal?" Gimli pointed out, outraged.
"He has broken our law." Sorinth reiterated then turned to his men and forced them to break apart and take care of the outlaws who had been quickly forgotten. The guards moved away reluctantly, many shooting death glares in Legolas's direction. Only a few remained behind to ensure that the 'prisoner' did not attempt escape.
Aragorn approached Sorinth once more, unable to comprehend the injustice unravelling before them. "Sorinth this is wrong, you must know this."
Sorinth shook his head ruefully, "You speak to the wrong man. If it was up to me I may have released him, pending this explanation of yours, but it is not for me to decide. These matters are for Lord Vecery's judgment. There is nothing I can do."
Sorinth turned away, unable to meet the elf's penetrating gaze and left to tend to business with their rebel prisoners.
As he retreated Gimli commented quietly, "Risorine may have been right about one thing after all."
"And what could that possibly be?" Aragorn asked, unable to fathom agreeing with one so treacherous.
"There are some things in Brelan that must change." Gimli stated. Aragorn found himself unable to disagree as he watched Legolas walk away, weary in mind, body and soul, and flanked by three alert and hate-filled guards.
TBC
That's it for now. I really have nothing to say. Thank you all for reviewing and I'll write the rest as soon as possible. *hopes no one will throw shoes at her due to the direction her story is heading*
Firnsarnien, aurienia, Mia-philosephet, livi, gwyn, - thank you for your concern about my health. I am now quite well. Yeah!
Littlefish - Legolas was a little pre-occupied and forgot, he's only human ... wait he isn't is he? Well, he can still make mistakes. And it fit in well with the plot. Now stop worrying and go finish "Hostage of Hate" right now!
Elf reader - thank you for the kind words. I'm kind of the sorry the story's almost over too.
Enigma jade - good call. Must have read my mind.
Cestari - yeah, TTT was great. I saw it six times, my friends think I'm on crack for it too. You should be able to find my other fics by clicking on my author name, I've only written one other LotR one.
Serenia - dreamer of the woods - well, since Aragorn was speaking Elvish he said Legolas on purpose since the other men wouldn't know whether that was a name or a word really.
Shandrial - I have an addiction as well, and there are no patches or anything to help with it. Glad you liked LFA as well.
Jay of Lasgalen - I will read Jocelyn's fics. I'm trying to catch up on all my fave writers at the moment and I'm working my way through Cassia's stories.
IceCreamCone23 - Uh, I don't really do romance. I don't enjoy reading it so therefore won't write it. Sorry, I'm strictly an action/adventure girl. But I do have a possible idea for my next fic, no hints though.
Lady-Daine - glad I'm tolkienically correct. Hope this was a fitting enough end for Risorine.
Laxgirl - I like Leggy being injured as well. Healthy elves are just no fun.
Aurienia - Ha! Marshmallows! You were close I guess. How about shish kabob?