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Chapter 2
The High Pass
As the company headed up the steep slope towards the High Pass, Estel began to feel slightly dizzy. It wasn't long before Legolas noticed and halted for a quick break.
'The higher we go, the sicker you'll get.' he told Estel as he handed him the elvish waybread, Lembas. 'I only hope you'll be able to stick out at the peak of the path.' Estel felt restored as soon as the bread went down his throat, but Legolas insisted that he rested a small bit. In a short time, they were off again.
The landscape changed drastically as they ascended the mountain. The leafy trees faded into coniferous statues bathed in snow. The white substance grew deeper and deeper until it was up to the steed's knees. Estel noticed one time the
As the day drew to a close, Estel felt dizzy again. This time, the figures before him blurred and he couldn't focus. Legolas assisted him as the campfire was made and the bedrolls were unpacked.
'I will let you sleep on my bedroll with your on top to keep you warm.' he said as he threw a blanket over Estel's shoulders.
'Won't you be cold?' asked Estel. Legolas didn't answer.
'You'll need your strength more then any of us here. Sleep heavy and do not let the night trouble you.'
The next morning Estel saw that Legolas was the first up. He paced around the dead fire, glaring at it as though it was a long-term enemy.
'What's wrong?' asked Estel quietly. The elves around him began to stir and they awoke.
'Nothing.' said Legolas, shaking his head.
Packing went quickly and they continued on towards the High Pass. Legolas walked at the front with Estel right behind still on horseback. He only got dizzy once that day but it was more severe then the other few occasions. He had nearly fallen off his horse and the voices around him grew dull. They paused for a long time before Aragorn could hold his head up once more.
The next morning, Aragorn peeked out from under Legolas's bedroll to see the elven prince staring at the coals of the fire again. His eyes seemed infuriated and angry. Estel sat up and Legolas looked at him. 'Time to go.' he said.
As they approached the peak the dizzy spells grew more frequent and more threatening. Legolas cursed himself for not thinkning about how the height of the mountain climb would affect the human. He would help him off his horse, feed him Lembas and water, then give him an extra blanket to fight off the cold and continue on. The chill at night worsened dramatically as they reached the highest point of their climb. After the unceasing weariness that came over the human he finally passed out.
Legolas awoke him and fed him a whole Lembas cake. Estel ate greedily and felt very refreshed. 'We'll be descending now, and you may grow ill.' Estel nodded.
'I'll be fine.'
After the grueling mountain climb and descent the company finally reached the plains that stretched from the edge of the Misty Mountains to Mirkwood. Estel was unable to remain true to his word and grew ill from the severe change in temperature. Legolas fed him and they were forced to remain at one campsite for two days. Estel couldn't recall the painful pressure on his lungs and the ache in his mind. Legolas argued with one of the elves who said they shouldn't have brought him on this journey.
'I told you he'd just be in the way.' he hissed quietly, trying to keep his voice low so that Estel wouldn't overhear.
'He'll pull his weight when we arrive at Mirkwood.' contorted Legolas calmly and loud enough so that everyone could hear.
'How do you know? You haven't even seen him fight.'
'I had Elrond's information, and his word is more then enough.' Defeated, the elf turned away and muttered:
'His name is LORD Elrond.'
Estel was soon well and no more arguments erupted among the group. Legolas rode alongside the human and they talked all day. They shared humorous stories and sorrowful songs that made the elves laugh and weep. It wasn't four more days until they came to the Old Ford. They rested there for a full day.
Estel awoke suddenly in the night for no apparent reason. He sat up and looked around. Legolas was out of his bedroll again and staring at the hot coals of the smoldering campfire.
'Go back to sleep, Estel.' he muttered without turning his head to see him. 'There is nothing to worry about.' Estel tossed and turned but couldn't find sleep. He didn't see Legolas return to his bedroll either.
Days passed quickly now as they approached the battle at hand. Estel and Legolas slowly grew quieter. Finally, on their thirty-sixth day, they reached the south border of Mirkwood forest. Estel's nerves were shot. He jumped at any unknown sound and his hands began to tremble.
'It won't be as fearsome as you think, Estel.' said Legolas reassuringly. 'We'll arrive at a post to get refreshed in five days. You'll have plenty of time to strategize your battle plan.'
'MY battle plan?'
'Well, yes. We can't attack Wargs from a distance. Their hides are too thick for arrows and knives. Swords work best and every defender needs to know what they're doing. We can't just swing blades around and hope for the best. Think of it like Elrohir and Elladen are the Wargs and you're practicing the swordsmanship against them.' Estel nodded as they headed into the grand cover of the great Mirkwood leaves.
Chapter 2
The High Pass
As the company headed up the steep slope towards the High Pass, Estel began to feel slightly dizzy. It wasn't long before Legolas noticed and halted for a quick break.
'The higher we go, the sicker you'll get.' he told Estel as he handed him the elvish waybread, Lembas. 'I only hope you'll be able to stick out at the peak of the path.' Estel felt restored as soon as the bread went down his throat, but Legolas insisted that he rested a small bit. In a short time, they were off again.
The landscape changed drastically as they ascended the mountain. The leafy trees faded into coniferous statues bathed in snow. The white substance grew deeper and deeper until it was up to the steed's knees. Estel noticed one time the
As the day drew to a close, Estel felt dizzy again. This time, the figures before him blurred and he couldn't focus. Legolas assisted him as the campfire was made and the bedrolls were unpacked.
'I will let you sleep on my bedroll with your on top to keep you warm.' he said as he threw a blanket over Estel's shoulders.
'Won't you be cold?' asked Estel. Legolas didn't answer.
'You'll need your strength more then any of us here. Sleep heavy and do not let the night trouble you.'
The next morning Estel saw that Legolas was the first up. He paced around the dead fire, glaring at it as though it was a long-term enemy.
'What's wrong?' asked Estel quietly. The elves around him began to stir and they awoke.
'Nothing.' said Legolas, shaking his head.
Packing went quickly and they continued on towards the High Pass. Legolas walked at the front with Estel right behind still on horseback. He only got dizzy once that day but it was more severe then the other few occasions. He had nearly fallen off his horse and the voices around him grew dull. They paused for a long time before Aragorn could hold his head up once more.
The next morning, Aragorn peeked out from under Legolas's bedroll to see the elven prince staring at the coals of the fire again. His eyes seemed infuriated and angry. Estel sat up and Legolas looked at him. 'Time to go.' he said.
As they approached the peak the dizzy spells grew more frequent and more threatening. Legolas cursed himself for not thinkning about how the height of the mountain climb would affect the human. He would help him off his horse, feed him Lembas and water, then give him an extra blanket to fight off the cold and continue on. The chill at night worsened dramatically as they reached the highest point of their climb. After the unceasing weariness that came over the human he finally passed out.
Legolas awoke him and fed him a whole Lembas cake. Estel ate greedily and felt very refreshed. 'We'll be descending now, and you may grow ill.' Estel nodded.
'I'll be fine.'
After the grueling mountain climb and descent the company finally reached the plains that stretched from the edge of the Misty Mountains to Mirkwood. Estel was unable to remain true to his word and grew ill from the severe change in temperature. Legolas fed him and they were forced to remain at one campsite for two days. Estel couldn't recall the painful pressure on his lungs and the ache in his mind. Legolas argued with one of the elves who said they shouldn't have brought him on this journey.
'I told you he'd just be in the way.' he hissed quietly, trying to keep his voice low so that Estel wouldn't overhear.
'He'll pull his weight when we arrive at Mirkwood.' contorted Legolas calmly and loud enough so that everyone could hear.
'How do you know? You haven't even seen him fight.'
'I had Elrond's information, and his word is more then enough.' Defeated, the elf turned away and muttered:
'His name is LORD Elrond.'
Estel was soon well and no more arguments erupted among the group. Legolas rode alongside the human and they talked all day. They shared humorous stories and sorrowful songs that made the elves laugh and weep. It wasn't four more days until they came to the Old Ford. They rested there for a full day.
Estel awoke suddenly in the night for no apparent reason. He sat up and looked around. Legolas was out of his bedroll again and staring at the hot coals of the smoldering campfire.
'Go back to sleep, Estel.' he muttered without turning his head to see him. 'There is nothing to worry about.' Estel tossed and turned but couldn't find sleep. He didn't see Legolas return to his bedroll either.
Days passed quickly now as they approached the battle at hand. Estel and Legolas slowly grew quieter. Finally, on their thirty-sixth day, they reached the south border of Mirkwood forest. Estel's nerves were shot. He jumped at any unknown sound and his hands began to tremble.
'It won't be as fearsome as you think, Estel.' said Legolas reassuringly. 'We'll arrive at a post to get refreshed in five days. You'll have plenty of time to strategize your battle plan.'
'MY battle plan?'
'Well, yes. We can't attack Wargs from a distance. Their hides are too thick for arrows and knives. Swords work best and every defender needs to know what they're doing. We can't just swing blades around and hope for the best. Think of it like Elrohir and Elladen are the Wargs and you're practicing the swordsmanship against them.' Estel nodded as they headed into the grand cover of the great Mirkwood leaves.