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A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed my stories. Comments are most appreciated. Thanks you dreaminofLorien for all your help and ideas. This fan fic would not be very good without you help and guidance. Next chapter will be up soon. I'm not sure how many more are left. I'll just keep writing till the end.
Chapter 6
The Trail
Elessar walked slowly through the muddy ground. The tracks of the goblins and orcs were easy to follow, but he carefully watched the ground for any other clues. Then he began to run again. The other elves followed behind. Suddenly Elessar stopped. He stooped low to the ground, studying it carefully.
"What is it?" Elrond asked.
Elessar shook his head. "The trail leads off in two different directions. One trail head southwest, while the other continues southeast."
Elrond bent down near him. "Which way did they take Legolas?"
Elessar shook his again. "It's hard to tell. Even as a prisoner, Legolas still steps so lightly that I cannot make out his footsteps. With all these orcs and goblins footsteps, there is no way to be sure. With the night creeping upon us it makes it even more difficult."
Elrond sighed. He stood up and started walking. He looked out over the land, but in the darkness, he could not tell where the orcs were or where they seemed to be heading.
Suddenly his elven eyes spotted something on the ground. He bent down. "Elessar!" he called.
Elessar stood and walked over to where Elrond was. He stooped as he saw what Elrond was looking at. There was blood on the ground. It wasn't black like orc blood; it had to be Legolas's blood.
Elessar studied the ground. "It looks like he fell. The orcs got him back up to his feet and it looks like they have quickened their pace." Elessar said as he slowly moved across the grass. "These track are already hours old and they have picked up speed. Traveling by night is difficult, but we cannot afford to linger. We must catch up."
Elrond nodded. "You are right Elessar, we can not afford to let them pass to far ahead. However, if we travel at night we can easily miss the trail and put ourselves even further behind them."
Elessar stood and looked at Elrond. "I know, but if you'll trust me, I believe we can find them."
Elrond placed a hand on Elessar's shoulder. "You know I trust your judgement."
Elessar smiled. "Then we head Southeast." He said as he began to run.
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Idril quickly mounted a horse named Gwindor. She was about to ride out of Rivendell when she heard Arwen calling for her. She was about to ignore her, but she at least owed her friend a goodbye.
"Where are you going, Idril?" Arwen asked with concern in her voice.
"I must find Legolas. I know where the orcs have taken him." Idril replied.
"It's too dangerous. My father will bring him back to you. Just be patient." Arwen replied.
"The orcs killed my father and now they have Legolas. I don't want him to die like my father. I would never forgive myself." Idril replied.
"What do you expect to do when you find him. You can not kill the orcs by yourself. There are too many. Wait till my father returns."
"No, I watched as my father died. I won't stand and watch as they kill Legolas too. I do not fear them. My only fear is loosing Legolas." With that, Idril bent down low to her horse. "Noro lim Gwindor, noro lim." She said.
Immediately Gwindor took off running. Arwen watched in sadness.
~~~
Legolas stumbled. It was night now. The orcs had been traveling for hours in the sun, but now they quickened their pace as night fell. Legolas's shoulder still throbbed in pain, but it felt better. He was weak; however, from the journey and from the other arrow wound.
He tried not to focus on the pain. Instead, he focused on other things. He thought about Idril. She was so beautiful. She was perfect. He loved everything about her. How he longed to see her again.
As he thought of Idril, he listened for any clues to where the orcs and goblins were taking him. Every once in a while he heard one speak in their foul orc language. Legolas didn't know much of the language, but he had heard a word he knew; 'revenge'. A couple orcs had been talking silently behind Legolas when he had heard them. He had also heard them mention the name of Idril a couple times. The rest was a mystery. He had not been able to understand much else.
Silently Legolas kept walking. His mind felt like quitting and giving up, but his heart told him otherwise. His heart told him of Idril's love and devotion. Legolas knew his heart was right for he loved Idril beyond words and he knew Idril felt the same way. He had to press on. He couldn't give up. He had to believe that he could escape or be rescued. And with all his heart, he had to belive he would see Idril again.
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Gwindor raced across the land. Idril held on tightly. She knew she had to find Legolas soon, but Arwen's words still rang in her mind. What did she expect to do when she found him or when she found the cave? She knew she couldn't defeat all the orcs by herself. Was it foolish for her to run off in search for Legolas? Should she have just waited for Elrond to return, hoping he returned with Legolas?
Idril shook her head to clear her mind. 'No I couldn't stand and wait.' Idril told herself. 'It wasn't foolish. I can find him and bring him back.' More haunting thoughts began invading her mind. What if Legolas was too weak for the journey? What if they had already killed him?
Idril tightly closed her eyes. The thought was unbearable. She opened her eyes again and looked out across the land. 'I have to believe he is still alive. I must believe he will be rescued.' Idril clutched tighter to her horse and whispered "I will you find you Legolas. Love will always find a way. Always!"
A/N: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed my stories. Comments are most appreciated. Thanks you dreaminofLorien for all your help and ideas. This fan fic would not be very good without you help and guidance. Next chapter will be up soon. I'm not sure how many more are left. I'll just keep writing till the end.
Chapter 6
The Trail
Elessar walked slowly through the muddy ground. The tracks of the goblins and orcs were easy to follow, but he carefully watched the ground for any other clues. Then he began to run again. The other elves followed behind. Suddenly Elessar stopped. He stooped low to the ground, studying it carefully.
"What is it?" Elrond asked.
Elessar shook his head. "The trail leads off in two different directions. One trail head southwest, while the other continues southeast."
Elrond bent down near him. "Which way did they take Legolas?"
Elessar shook his again. "It's hard to tell. Even as a prisoner, Legolas still steps so lightly that I cannot make out his footsteps. With all these orcs and goblins footsteps, there is no way to be sure. With the night creeping upon us it makes it even more difficult."
Elrond sighed. He stood up and started walking. He looked out over the land, but in the darkness, he could not tell where the orcs were or where they seemed to be heading.
Suddenly his elven eyes spotted something on the ground. He bent down. "Elessar!" he called.
Elessar stood and walked over to where Elrond was. He stooped as he saw what Elrond was looking at. There was blood on the ground. It wasn't black like orc blood; it had to be Legolas's blood.
Elessar studied the ground. "It looks like he fell. The orcs got him back up to his feet and it looks like they have quickened their pace." Elessar said as he slowly moved across the grass. "These track are already hours old and they have picked up speed. Traveling by night is difficult, but we cannot afford to linger. We must catch up."
Elrond nodded. "You are right Elessar, we can not afford to let them pass to far ahead. However, if we travel at night we can easily miss the trail and put ourselves even further behind them."
Elessar stood and looked at Elrond. "I know, but if you'll trust me, I believe we can find them."
Elrond placed a hand on Elessar's shoulder. "You know I trust your judgement."
Elessar smiled. "Then we head Southeast." He said as he began to run.
~~~
Idril quickly mounted a horse named Gwindor. She was about to ride out of Rivendell when she heard Arwen calling for her. She was about to ignore her, but she at least owed her friend a goodbye.
"Where are you going, Idril?" Arwen asked with concern in her voice.
"I must find Legolas. I know where the orcs have taken him." Idril replied.
"It's too dangerous. My father will bring him back to you. Just be patient." Arwen replied.
"The orcs killed my father and now they have Legolas. I don't want him to die like my father. I would never forgive myself." Idril replied.
"What do you expect to do when you find him. You can not kill the orcs by yourself. There are too many. Wait till my father returns."
"No, I watched as my father died. I won't stand and watch as they kill Legolas too. I do not fear them. My only fear is loosing Legolas." With that, Idril bent down low to her horse. "Noro lim Gwindor, noro lim." She said.
Immediately Gwindor took off running. Arwen watched in sadness.
~~~
Legolas stumbled. It was night now. The orcs had been traveling for hours in the sun, but now they quickened their pace as night fell. Legolas's shoulder still throbbed in pain, but it felt better. He was weak; however, from the journey and from the other arrow wound.
He tried not to focus on the pain. Instead, he focused on other things. He thought about Idril. She was so beautiful. She was perfect. He loved everything about her. How he longed to see her again.
As he thought of Idril, he listened for any clues to where the orcs and goblins were taking him. Every once in a while he heard one speak in their foul orc language. Legolas didn't know much of the language, but he had heard a word he knew; 'revenge'. A couple orcs had been talking silently behind Legolas when he had heard them. He had also heard them mention the name of Idril a couple times. The rest was a mystery. He had not been able to understand much else.
Silently Legolas kept walking. His mind felt like quitting and giving up, but his heart told him otherwise. His heart told him of Idril's love and devotion. Legolas knew his heart was right for he loved Idril beyond words and he knew Idril felt the same way. He had to press on. He couldn't give up. He had to believe that he could escape or be rescued. And with all his heart, he had to belive he would see Idril again.
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Gwindor raced across the land. Idril held on tightly. She knew she had to find Legolas soon, but Arwen's words still rang in her mind. What did she expect to do when she found him or when she found the cave? She knew she couldn't defeat all the orcs by herself. Was it foolish for her to run off in search for Legolas? Should she have just waited for Elrond to return, hoping he returned with Legolas?
Idril shook her head to clear her mind. 'No I couldn't stand and wait.' Idril told herself. 'It wasn't foolish. I can find him and bring him back.' More haunting thoughts began invading her mind. What if Legolas was too weak for the journey? What if they had already killed him?
Idril tightly closed her eyes. The thought was unbearable. She opened her eyes again and looked out across the land. 'I have to believe he is still alive. I must believe he will be rescued.' Idril clutched tighter to her horse and whispered "I will you find you Legolas. Love will always find a way. Always!"
