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Authors Notes: This is my first Lord of the Rings story however I would like to say that I haven't read the books, well I just finished the fellowship! (YAY) so any details that are wrong I'm sorry. Please just consider this a AU and then review me! Anyway I got this story idea from a bit in the film after the watcher collapses the tunnel. It could just be me but it looked like Legolas skidded behind Aragron kinda scared when the entrance collapsed. Please read and reivew me if you like this story (and even if you don't) because I want to know if I sould continue this story.
OH and BIG THANKS to my Beta Andraste who helped me write bits of this story and was generally helpful. *Andraste pops up, waves and disapears again*.
And please read and review her stories cause there really good!!!!!
A Journey Through The Dark
I do not enjoy this endless trek through the darkness lit only by the light of Gandalfs staff. I have kept my bow in a tight grasp by my side but the darkness is not an enemy I can defeat with arrows. I have kept my face emotionless from the others, not wanting to show any fear. However I can feel Aragorn eyes on me, watching my movements with careful precision since the moment we re-entered Moria and The Watcher collapsed the entrance. Thankfully Aragorn made no comment as I skidded behind him, panic had suddenly over taken me as I jumped behind my friend, fearfully watching the moonlight disappear.
I tried to stay as close as possible however I still felt that the cave walls were closing in on me. I needed to see the sky again, and the trees. Even Gimli looked slightly uncomfortable in the gloom. I repressed a shudder at the thought that it would take four days to reach the open air again. Every fibre in this place smelt stale. I heard the Hobbits stumble behind me as we reached a small area with three doorways. We stayed silent waiting for Gandalf to lead us in the right direction. The wizard glanced at the doors and uttered seven words that almost made me freeze,
"I have no memory of this place"
The Fellowship glanced at each other, worried but calm in knowing that Gandalf would not let us down. Again I forced down my fear and kept my face calm, avoiding looking at the walls or the ceiling. The others found somewhere to sit and Merry and Pippin whispered quietly to each other. Aragorn and Boromir sat together smoking a pipe around a small fire. Again I could see Aragorn glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes however I ignored the human, my sharp gaze darting round the shadows for any chance of an enemy hiding in the darkness. I return my gaze to the fire, using the flames as a distraction from the cave. The gloom held too many memories. Memories that I'd rather soon forget.
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Legolas Greenleaf spurred his horse on faster, eyes scanning the woodland for any signs of danger. He wanted to get this scouting mission finished as quickly as possible so her could return to the safety of Northern Mirkwood. His friend Estel was visiting with his adoptive father, Lord Elrond, and Legolas was looking forward to taking his human friend hunting. Something moved in the trees and the young prince swiftly pulled an arrow out of his quiver. Silently Legolas jumped off Eärwen and landed on the soft forest ground, bow ready to fire however a small rabbit emerged through the leaves. Legolas silently berated himself for being so paranoid and lowered his bow, slipping the arrow back into the quiver and walking forward to recheck the area. Silence once again filed the woods, a slight breeze whistled round the trees, picking up leaves in a chaotic dance along the forest floor.
(A/N: This part of the story was written by my Beta Andraste so credit to her for this next part!)
The scene seemed normal but Legolas could tell something wasn't right. There was always eeriness to the Southern forest these days but somehow now it felt more profound, nearer, as if the trees were closing. Instinctively Legolas whipped his bow from his back and drew an arrow from its quivers, notching it taut, all in one fluid movement.
An arrow fired through the trees and Legolas ducked so that it narrowly missed his head. He fired a volley of arrows back and heard a squeal as at least one hit its target.
Goblins!
Then from out of the trees they swarmed, firing arrows or brandishing small sharp blades. The elf deflected the arrows before drawing his two elven blades spinning them round and swiping them at the Goblins, beheading one and cutting the gnarled hand off another. It screeched and clutching the bare stump he scampered back into the woodland. The others swarmed him and as he used the blades to knock away the creatures he stepped back, retreating from his attackers.
He managed to take down a further two cleaving their scrawny bodies in half, but there were too many of them to fight alone. He had to escape. He turned on his heels sharply but as his did the ground underneath his feet suddenly began to crumble.
(A/N: Back with me again. Big thanks to Andraste for helping me out!
Legolas lost his footing and flailed his arms in a futile attempt to regain his balance, more of the floor collapsed and Legolas felt himself fall into the darkness. His fingers scrapped the rock as he tried to find a handhold to slow his decent. Dust and rocks fell around him and suddenly he hit the ground with a sickening thud. The Elven prince felt his leg snap when it connected with the stone floor, and he fell in a heap on the ground. The rocks crashed around him and Legolas threw himself into a corner and covered his head with his arms waiting for the rain of rocks falling around him to stop.
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While we sat waiting for Gandalf to remember the way, I keep part of my gaze on my Elven friend. Legolas was trying to ignore me, keeping his gaze to the shadow and as far away from my eyes without letting his actions be obvious to the rest of the fellowship. His pride, like many elves, was high and he would not willingly show the feeling within him. However I knew what memories lay behind my friends blue eyes. Though he tried to hide it, I knew the fear Legolas was concealing.
~~~~~
Strider paced the room he had been allotted, impatiently waiting for Legolas to return. He had been waiting since midday and now the sun had begun to set. Estel scowled and decided something must have happened to the prince. He left the room, quickly making his way down to the stables. He mounted Isilwen and speed out of Mirkwood ignoring the elves around him, mind focussed on finding his friend. The young human could not shake the feeling that something terrible had happened to Legolas for him to be late.
Aragorn fought the fears that were leaping to his mind, thousands of possibilities of what happened to his friend were flooding his mind but he made himself focus on the woods around him. His eyes scanned for any signs of Legolas, finding the route that the Elven prince would have taken to Southern Mirkwood. The young ranger spurred his horse on faster the anxiety growing in his mind.
Finally Strider broke through the trees into a small clearing. He pulled Isilwen to a halt and quickly dismounted, pulled free his sword and surveying the carnage around him. Goblins littered the ground, pools of black blood reflected the sky, and Estel froze quickly scanning the area for any further signs of enemies. Finding only the silence of the trees Aragorn continued to search for his missing friend. He scanned for any sign of the Elf, worry escalating at the sight of the arrows that stuck out of the Goblins bodies. Almost frantic now Estel scanned the area, his eyes resting on a hole near to the edge of the clearing.
'Legolas would never have fallen down there' was the Rangers first thought however Aragorn cocked his head to the side, studying the area. There was sign of struggle near the edge of the hole and it seemed fairly recent, if the ground had collapsed…
Aragorn ran to the edge of the hole and threw himself onto his stomach and peered over into the darkness, hoping to catch a glimpse of gold hair. However the sun was setting and making it difficult to see through the gloom.
"Legolas? Mellon nin //my friend// are you down there?" Estel called nervously.
There was no answer and Strider hesitantly got to his feet. In his haste he had brought nothing that could help. He returned his gaze to the gap wondering if there were enough hand and foot holds to climb down. Knowing that if he was to determine for sure if this was where Legolas was he needed to climb down and see. The Elven prince could be gravely injured and he was wasting time. Mind set Estel began his descent.
Aragorn slowly climbed down, the rock feeling rough against his hands. The muscles in his arms and legs were tense as the human was unsure how far down it was to the ground. As he was climbing Estel saw something on the wall, picked up by the fading sun. Tentatively Strider reached forward and touched the liquid with the fingertips of his free hand. The red blood now glistened on his fingers, Elf blood.
"I'm coming Legolas," he whispered, more for himself then his friend.
He hurried his pace determined to reach the Elven prince, however he froze when some of the wall began to crumble. Strider took a deep breath to calm himself and continued to climb cautiously down into the shadow.
Authors Notes: This is my first Lord of the Rings story however I would like to say that I haven't read the books, well I just finished the fellowship! (YAY) so any details that are wrong I'm sorry. Please just consider this a AU and then review me! Anyway I got this story idea from a bit in the film after the watcher collapses the tunnel. It could just be me but it looked like Legolas skidded behind Aragron kinda scared when the entrance collapsed. Please read and reivew me if you like this story (and even if you don't) because I want to know if I sould continue this story.
OH and BIG THANKS to my Beta Andraste who helped me write bits of this story and was generally helpful. *Andraste pops up, waves and disapears again*.
And please read and review her stories cause there really good!!!!!
A Journey Through The Dark
I do not enjoy this endless trek through the darkness lit only by the light of Gandalfs staff. I have kept my bow in a tight grasp by my side but the darkness is not an enemy I can defeat with arrows. I have kept my face emotionless from the others, not wanting to show any fear. However I can feel Aragorn eyes on me, watching my movements with careful precision since the moment we re-entered Moria and The Watcher collapsed the entrance. Thankfully Aragorn made no comment as I skidded behind him, panic had suddenly over taken me as I jumped behind my friend, fearfully watching the moonlight disappear.
I tried to stay as close as possible however I still felt that the cave walls were closing in on me. I needed to see the sky again, and the trees. Even Gimli looked slightly uncomfortable in the gloom. I repressed a shudder at the thought that it would take four days to reach the open air again. Every fibre in this place smelt stale. I heard the Hobbits stumble behind me as we reached a small area with three doorways. We stayed silent waiting for Gandalf to lead us in the right direction. The wizard glanced at the doors and uttered seven words that almost made me freeze,
"I have no memory of this place"
The Fellowship glanced at each other, worried but calm in knowing that Gandalf would not let us down. Again I forced down my fear and kept my face calm, avoiding looking at the walls or the ceiling. The others found somewhere to sit and Merry and Pippin whispered quietly to each other. Aragorn and Boromir sat together smoking a pipe around a small fire. Again I could see Aragorn glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes however I ignored the human, my sharp gaze darting round the shadows for any chance of an enemy hiding in the darkness. I return my gaze to the fire, using the flames as a distraction from the cave. The gloom held too many memories. Memories that I'd rather soon forget.
~~~~~
Legolas Greenleaf spurred his horse on faster, eyes scanning the woodland for any signs of danger. He wanted to get this scouting mission finished as quickly as possible so her could return to the safety of Northern Mirkwood. His friend Estel was visiting with his adoptive father, Lord Elrond, and Legolas was looking forward to taking his human friend hunting. Something moved in the trees and the young prince swiftly pulled an arrow out of his quiver. Silently Legolas jumped off Eärwen and landed on the soft forest ground, bow ready to fire however a small rabbit emerged through the leaves. Legolas silently berated himself for being so paranoid and lowered his bow, slipping the arrow back into the quiver and walking forward to recheck the area. Silence once again filed the woods, a slight breeze whistled round the trees, picking up leaves in a chaotic dance along the forest floor.
(A/N: This part of the story was written by my Beta Andraste so credit to her for this next part!)
The scene seemed normal but Legolas could tell something wasn't right. There was always eeriness to the Southern forest these days but somehow now it felt more profound, nearer, as if the trees were closing. Instinctively Legolas whipped his bow from his back and drew an arrow from its quivers, notching it taut, all in one fluid movement.
An arrow fired through the trees and Legolas ducked so that it narrowly missed his head. He fired a volley of arrows back and heard a squeal as at least one hit its target.
Goblins!
Then from out of the trees they swarmed, firing arrows or brandishing small sharp blades. The elf deflected the arrows before drawing his two elven blades spinning them round and swiping them at the Goblins, beheading one and cutting the gnarled hand off another. It screeched and clutching the bare stump he scampered back into the woodland. The others swarmed him and as he used the blades to knock away the creatures he stepped back, retreating from his attackers.
He managed to take down a further two cleaving their scrawny bodies in half, but there were too many of them to fight alone. He had to escape. He turned on his heels sharply but as his did the ground underneath his feet suddenly began to crumble.
(A/N: Back with me again. Big thanks to Andraste for helping me out!
Legolas lost his footing and flailed his arms in a futile attempt to regain his balance, more of the floor collapsed and Legolas felt himself fall into the darkness. His fingers scrapped the rock as he tried to find a handhold to slow his decent. Dust and rocks fell around him and suddenly he hit the ground with a sickening thud. The Elven prince felt his leg snap when it connected with the stone floor, and he fell in a heap on the ground. The rocks crashed around him and Legolas threw himself into a corner and covered his head with his arms waiting for the rain of rocks falling around him to stop.
~~~~~
While we sat waiting for Gandalf to remember the way, I keep part of my gaze on my Elven friend. Legolas was trying to ignore me, keeping his gaze to the shadow and as far away from my eyes without letting his actions be obvious to the rest of the fellowship. His pride, like many elves, was high and he would not willingly show the feeling within him. However I knew what memories lay behind my friends blue eyes. Though he tried to hide it, I knew the fear Legolas was concealing.
~~~~~
Strider paced the room he had been allotted, impatiently waiting for Legolas to return. He had been waiting since midday and now the sun had begun to set. Estel scowled and decided something must have happened to the prince. He left the room, quickly making his way down to the stables. He mounted Isilwen and speed out of Mirkwood ignoring the elves around him, mind focussed on finding his friend. The young human could not shake the feeling that something terrible had happened to Legolas for him to be late.
Aragorn fought the fears that were leaping to his mind, thousands of possibilities of what happened to his friend were flooding his mind but he made himself focus on the woods around him. His eyes scanned for any signs of Legolas, finding the route that the Elven prince would have taken to Southern Mirkwood. The young ranger spurred his horse on faster the anxiety growing in his mind.
Finally Strider broke through the trees into a small clearing. He pulled Isilwen to a halt and quickly dismounted, pulled free his sword and surveying the carnage around him. Goblins littered the ground, pools of black blood reflected the sky, and Estel froze quickly scanning the area for any further signs of enemies. Finding only the silence of the trees Aragorn continued to search for his missing friend. He scanned for any sign of the Elf, worry escalating at the sight of the arrows that stuck out of the Goblins bodies. Almost frantic now Estel scanned the area, his eyes resting on a hole near to the edge of the clearing.
'Legolas would never have fallen down there' was the Rangers first thought however Aragorn cocked his head to the side, studying the area. There was sign of struggle near the edge of the hole and it seemed fairly recent, if the ground had collapsed…
Aragorn ran to the edge of the hole and threw himself onto his stomach and peered over into the darkness, hoping to catch a glimpse of gold hair. However the sun was setting and making it difficult to see through the gloom.
"Legolas? Mellon nin //my friend// are you down there?" Estel called nervously.
There was no answer and Strider hesitantly got to his feet. In his haste he had brought nothing that could help. He returned his gaze to the gap wondering if there were enough hand and foot holds to climb down. Knowing that if he was to determine for sure if this was where Legolas was he needed to climb down and see. The Elven prince could be gravely injured and he was wasting time. Mind set Estel began his descent.
Aragorn slowly climbed down, the rock feeling rough against his hands. The muscles in his arms and legs were tense as the human was unsure how far down it was to the ground. As he was climbing Estel saw something on the wall, picked up by the fading sun. Tentatively Strider reached forward and touched the liquid with the fingertips of his free hand. The red blood now glistened on his fingers, Elf blood.
"I'm coming Legolas," he whispered, more for himself then his friend.
He hurried his pace determined to reach the Elven prince, however he froze when some of the wall began to crumble. Strider took a deep breath to calm himself and continued to climb cautiously down into the shadow.