Master Ambrosius
My Immortal
To Ruby, Half-Elven, The Freaky of The Dots *bow* you are indeed a friend of mine
Chapter#4 Alliance
Gnehehe, who could think up a better abstraction than this? Muhaha, an alliance of the elves coming to rescue two courageous warriors and a dying elf lord. *hugs self* usually I do not think so highly of myself, but this, this my friends, is an exception. Ha, mortals! Take that! Feel my wrath! *flexes and sprains a muscle* oi, oooo, that hurt, blah. Where are we going? TO PAIN, I answer you. R&R, mateys. ~Master Ambrosius~
The young elf captain paced in the dark gardens of Lothlorien. He sat down on the stone bench by a small fountain. He stared at his charming reflection. He bit his lip and yawned softly. He laid back on the bench, his feet dangling off the side of it. He stared at the canopy of trees. He could not see the sky. He never could. The tightly bound canopy of trees could not be penetrated by the light of the sun.
"Haldir", a soft voice called. The elf swung his feet gracefully over the side of the bench and stood up. He looked up to see Lady Galadriel padding down the stone steps of the garden.
She smiled, "Walk with me".
Haldir nodded, "Yes, My Lady".
They walked through the path of trees and ancient statues carved from stone.
"You have heard the news of Lord Elrond, have you not?" she asked.
"Yes, My Lady", he answered.
"And of Aragorn, and Legolas Greenleaf, about to step into their doom".
Haldir nodded, "I have".
"What are you prepared to do about it?" Galadriel stopped and turned to face him.
Haldir looked the elf lady in the eye, "I am prepared to do anything, to do or take any risk."
Galadriel nodded, "That is what I wanted to hear, Haldir. Lord Thranduil and I have decided to send out the armies to finish off these humans-"
"And you need me to lead them", he finished for her.
Galadriel nodded. "It could be fatal, Haldir, these are no ordinary men. They are cruel and merciless".
"I can be cruel and merciless too, when I want to", Haldir replied.
"Lead our armies, Haldir, take them to the isle of Delrysia. Find the ranger, and your fellow elf. Fight off these humans, and bring back Lord Elrond. I want him back, dead or alive."
Haldir nodded, "It will not be a problem, Lady, and I will bring Lord Elrond alive. I will have the troops ready to leave at dawn".
"Very good, Haldir", Galadriel smiled.
Haldir turned around and walked back to his army.
***
"How much further do we go?" Legolas asked panting.
"I don't know", Aragorn sighed, flopping down against a rock. "We should have reached the bottom by now".
"Damn", Legolas cursed, "If we are lost, I think I will not be able to survive for long".
"Legolas, you are not going to die", Aragorn reassured him.
"It feels like it", Legolas said, trying not to choke on the damp air for the trillionth time since they entered the cave.
Aragorn sighed and closed his eyes. "We will continue our search later, right now I am too tired to go on".
Legolas nodded, "I will take first watch".
"Wake me, in two hours, so that I may guard your sleep".
Legolas nodded again, though he really wouldn't wake Aragorn. His friend needed his strength more than he did.
***
Pewter entered the dungeon, and glanced around the cells. He saw his target at the last cell. He grinned and unlocked the cell door. He looked at the pitiful elf, strewn against the chains.
"Poor, poor, Lord Elrond", he whispered.
The elf looked up.
"Captured by the lower class race, and then slain by them. No one even tried to rescue him. Oh, I pity you, Lord", he sneered at the word lord.
"But you are the first of many elves to be killed this way. Of course, we will be killing them in many different ways. For I have devised many torture contraptions".
Elrond did not answer.
Pewter glared at him, just daring him to snarl back. Instead he smiled.
"What are you smiling at?", Pewter screamed.
Elrond did not answer.
"Answer me, elf". He kneed Elrond roughly in the chest. He coughed and spat up blood.
Pewter grinned. "Answer, or I will make you spit up your bowels".
Elrond licked the blood that flecked his lips. "You can kill me, but you will never rid this world of my race".
"Right you are, scum", he snarled sarcastically kneeing him again, even more roughly than before.
Elrond coughed up more blood. The blood now stained all of his mouth and chin. Pewter glanced at the elf. Though he was wounded, he was not broken yet.
Pewter turned around and began to walk out. Quick as lightning, he knocked the elf unconscious with his fist. "I will be back later, elf, and when I do, don't expect to live", he grinned and walked out of the cell, locking it behind him.
***
"All right, lets move", Haldir shouted at the 10,000 elves before him. It was a sea of golden armor, and long golden hair.
The elves picked up their cloaks and weapons. They piled sharp arrows into their quivers, and slung their long bows over their shoulders.
Haldir grinned at the sight. He slung his bow and quiver over his shoulder. He attached to long elven blades to his back, and placed a short dagger by his waist.
He brushed his long golden hair behind his shoulders. He picked up his long, warm red blood red cape from the ground beside him. Haldir pressed the cape to his face. It was so warm, like the blood of his enemies that would soon be stained on it. He flipped the cape over his shoulders and straightened it beside his body.
"Are we ready to leave, Haldir?"
Haldir whirled around to see Galadriel, in full golden armor that wrapped tightly around her slim body. She wore a gray cape over her shoulders, and kept her long golden hair down. Over her shoulder was her bow and quiver, filled with arrows. Strapped to her back were two long blades. She wore a dagger at her waist and two more at the sides of her boots. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement, as Haldir stared in amazement.
"I asked you a question, Captain Haldir, are we ready to leave or not?"
Haldir nodded, "Yes. But are you coming?"
Galadriel smiled and nodded, "I am".
"And Lord Celeborn?" Haldir asked.
"He is still ill and weary".
"Does he know?"
"What he doesn't know, will not hurt him", Galadriel grinned.
Haldir laughed, "What a lady you are!"
"What lady?" Galadriel laughed.
Haldir nodded and turned to the elves. "Tonight we will fight, but this time it will be different. We have a tool to win this war. We have Lady Galadriel". He moved aside to let them see their queen in armor.
Murmurs of excitement and anticipation seized them. Galadriel smiled at them. "Well."
She stared at them.
"What are you waiting for?" she cried.
The elves burst into laughter, and began their march outside of Lothlorien.
Many miles away, in the kingdom of Thranduil, 6,000 elves marched out of their forest, and made their way to the isle of Delrysia.
To Ruby, Half-Elven, The Freaky of The Dots *bow* you are indeed a friend of mine
Chapter#4 Alliance
Gnehehe, who could think up a better abstraction than this? Muhaha, an alliance of the elves coming to rescue two courageous warriors and a dying elf lord. *hugs self* usually I do not think so highly of myself, but this, this my friends, is an exception. Ha, mortals! Take that! Feel my wrath! *flexes and sprains a muscle* oi, oooo, that hurt, blah. Where are we going? TO PAIN, I answer you. R&R, mateys. ~Master Ambrosius~
The young elf captain paced in the dark gardens of Lothlorien. He sat down on the stone bench by a small fountain. He stared at his charming reflection. He bit his lip and yawned softly. He laid back on the bench, his feet dangling off the side of it. He stared at the canopy of trees. He could not see the sky. He never could. The tightly bound canopy of trees could not be penetrated by the light of the sun.
"Haldir", a soft voice called. The elf swung his feet gracefully over the side of the bench and stood up. He looked up to see Lady Galadriel padding down the stone steps of the garden.
She smiled, "Walk with me".
Haldir nodded, "Yes, My Lady".
They walked through the path of trees and ancient statues carved from stone.
"You have heard the news of Lord Elrond, have you not?" she asked.
"Yes, My Lady", he answered.
"And of Aragorn, and Legolas Greenleaf, about to step into their doom".
Haldir nodded, "I have".
"What are you prepared to do about it?" Galadriel stopped and turned to face him.
Haldir looked the elf lady in the eye, "I am prepared to do anything, to do or take any risk."
Galadriel nodded, "That is what I wanted to hear, Haldir. Lord Thranduil and I have decided to send out the armies to finish off these humans-"
"And you need me to lead them", he finished for her.
Galadriel nodded. "It could be fatal, Haldir, these are no ordinary men. They are cruel and merciless".
"I can be cruel and merciless too, when I want to", Haldir replied.
"Lead our armies, Haldir, take them to the isle of Delrysia. Find the ranger, and your fellow elf. Fight off these humans, and bring back Lord Elrond. I want him back, dead or alive."
Haldir nodded, "It will not be a problem, Lady, and I will bring Lord Elrond alive. I will have the troops ready to leave at dawn".
"Very good, Haldir", Galadriel smiled.
Haldir turned around and walked back to his army.
***
"How much further do we go?" Legolas asked panting.
"I don't know", Aragorn sighed, flopping down against a rock. "We should have reached the bottom by now".
"Damn", Legolas cursed, "If we are lost, I think I will not be able to survive for long".
"Legolas, you are not going to die", Aragorn reassured him.
"It feels like it", Legolas said, trying not to choke on the damp air for the trillionth time since they entered the cave.
Aragorn sighed and closed his eyes. "We will continue our search later, right now I am too tired to go on".
Legolas nodded, "I will take first watch".
"Wake me, in two hours, so that I may guard your sleep".
Legolas nodded again, though he really wouldn't wake Aragorn. His friend needed his strength more than he did.
***
Pewter entered the dungeon, and glanced around the cells. He saw his target at the last cell. He grinned and unlocked the cell door. He looked at the pitiful elf, strewn against the chains.
"Poor, poor, Lord Elrond", he whispered.
The elf looked up.
"Captured by the lower class race, and then slain by them. No one even tried to rescue him. Oh, I pity you, Lord", he sneered at the word lord.
"But you are the first of many elves to be killed this way. Of course, we will be killing them in many different ways. For I have devised many torture contraptions".
Elrond did not answer.
Pewter glared at him, just daring him to snarl back. Instead he smiled.
"What are you smiling at?", Pewter screamed.
Elrond did not answer.
"Answer me, elf". He kneed Elrond roughly in the chest. He coughed and spat up blood.
Pewter grinned. "Answer, or I will make you spit up your bowels".
Elrond licked the blood that flecked his lips. "You can kill me, but you will never rid this world of my race".
"Right you are, scum", he snarled sarcastically kneeing him again, even more roughly than before.
Elrond coughed up more blood. The blood now stained all of his mouth and chin. Pewter glanced at the elf. Though he was wounded, he was not broken yet.
Pewter turned around and began to walk out. Quick as lightning, he knocked the elf unconscious with his fist. "I will be back later, elf, and when I do, don't expect to live", he grinned and walked out of the cell, locking it behind him.
***
"All right, lets move", Haldir shouted at the 10,000 elves before him. It was a sea of golden armor, and long golden hair.
The elves picked up their cloaks and weapons. They piled sharp arrows into their quivers, and slung their long bows over their shoulders.
Haldir grinned at the sight. He slung his bow and quiver over his shoulder. He attached to long elven blades to his back, and placed a short dagger by his waist.
He brushed his long golden hair behind his shoulders. He picked up his long, warm red blood red cape from the ground beside him. Haldir pressed the cape to his face. It was so warm, like the blood of his enemies that would soon be stained on it. He flipped the cape over his shoulders and straightened it beside his body.
"Are we ready to leave, Haldir?"
Haldir whirled around to see Galadriel, in full golden armor that wrapped tightly around her slim body. She wore a gray cape over her shoulders, and kept her long golden hair down. Over her shoulder was her bow and quiver, filled with arrows. Strapped to her back were two long blades. She wore a dagger at her waist and two more at the sides of her boots. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement, as Haldir stared in amazement.
"I asked you a question, Captain Haldir, are we ready to leave or not?"
Haldir nodded, "Yes. But are you coming?"
Galadriel smiled and nodded, "I am".
"And Lord Celeborn?" Haldir asked.
"He is still ill and weary".
"Does he know?"
"What he doesn't know, will not hurt him", Galadriel grinned.
Haldir laughed, "What a lady you are!"
"What lady?" Galadriel laughed.
Haldir nodded and turned to the elves. "Tonight we will fight, but this time it will be different. We have a tool to win this war. We have Lady Galadriel". He moved aside to let them see their queen in armor.
Murmurs of excitement and anticipation seized them. Galadriel smiled at them. "Well."
She stared at them.
"What are you waiting for?" she cried.
The elves burst into laughter, and began their march outside of Lothlorien.
Many miles away, in the kingdom of Thranduil, 6,000 elves marched out of their forest, and made their way to the isle of Delrysia.