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thereof
Author's Note: I was having a lot of trouble getting this chapter done, so I just sort of wrote this. . .it skips a lot of time but at least it's something.
Evil Spapple Pie: Woah. . .yeah. Society kind of sucks like that.
Morothewolfgod: Well, so long as you know. . .
Gwyn: Probably, had I not knocked the hobbits out of this chapter. Hehehe. But it is good that they trust each other.
Vilondra, Goddess of Darkness: Well, this is the fourth in a series, that may be why you don't understand. I don't want it to be slash.
Erhothwen: Aren't we all?
Reginabean: I won't ask, but I am very confused.
Soulsearcher: I understand what you are saying, but disagree. And what's more, I've just graduated. I'm going to a new school where I haven't anyone. Who do I turn to then? You mean well, I am sure, but I am better alone, for I am alone. As for the song, it's going to be a song that was sung at my graduation, not a new song, but it's going to be a cool chapter. You'll see.
Kaimelieamin: Yeah, that's what everyone tells me, too, but they never tell what those ways are, do they? People don't understand. They can't begin to understand.
Jessie-Greenleaf: Thanks! And that is exactly what I am doing.
Lirenil: Yay! Everyone likes Legolas!
Author's Note (again): Sorry this chapter is short and badly written. I just needed to get out something. . .anyway. I've just graduated and. . .yeah. So expect major angst. There is a new story in this series called 'Thicker Than', and there will be a reference to it in a few chapters.
*****
Legolas could feel his legs tingling, burning, but ignored it. Running, that was all that mattered: just keeping going. He raised his eyes, watching Aragorn running ahead of him. Did that Man feel no exhaustion? For three days they had raced across the plains, three days since their company parted. The Ringbearer, and his friend-it had amazed him, then, their loyalty that had before gone so unnoticed. Boromir had fought to his death, and as his tale, told through Aragorn, ran, he had made amends for falling victim to the evil of the Ring. And Pregrin Took, along with Meriadoc Brandybuck, taken captive by the Orcs; and now it was they that the remaining Fellowship trailed.
As to the actions of Samwise, Legolas had realized at that exactly how self-absorbed he had been, and for so long! [I]I never realized how little attention I paid to the others. . .and yet, not completely terrible for it, for did I not think at first seeing Boromir of-oh. Of Aragorn, worried that he had been hurt. And is he not a child? For though I see him this way, has he not been supporting me all this time? And I not taking advantage of him for it? Augh! So I am terrible, and do lie to myself about it, then. But, of Estel-Aragorn!--I will never stop worrying, for how could I?[/I]
So absorbed in thought was he, when Aragorn stopped before him it was nearly impossible to stop, though being an Elf, Legolas managed. He gave Aragorn a questioning look, and just as the Dwarf drew up to them Aragorn replied, "Rohan. The land of the horse lords. Something evil gives these beasts speed. . ." And as he stood, his eyes wide in wonder, there was a great shaking of the earth, and five and one hundred horses approached them. Legolas jumped behind a cluster of nearby boulders, followed closely by his companions. It felt good to be in the lead, he thought. Good to be on top again.
~* "I heard you and Aragorn talking last night," said Gimli, as they paddled along the Anduin in the boats of Lorien. "I heard what he said to you, and what you said to him." Legolas remained silent, waiting, knowing that a response was expected but not quite ready to grant any. "It is not love, but trust, that misses between you and him. You are yet comrades."
"Speak not of what you know not," Legolas replied irritably.
"I shall do so," said Gimli, as though in respect, but added a moment later, "many have warned that it is but care for you that Aragorn exhibits. Trust him, Legolas."
"Gimli! You comprehend not, you know not what he said to me in Lothlorien."
"He did but ask for your help! He has seen his mistake and will no more repeat it. You cannot rely on yourself, Legolas." Gimli was being unusually blunt, and it annoyed Legolas very much. "I mean not to say that you are a child, but that you are yet weakened. I know what demons follow you." To this Legolas held his tongue, much as he denied the speech of his friend. They had not spoken since. *~
"Riders of Rohan, what news of the Mark!" Aragorn's shout drew Legolas from his reverie. He saw before him the riders, clustered now, their spears pointed. They demanded something, but what was it? Legolas could not understand them for a moment, lost in his own world, and then was drawn back by the words of Gimli.
"Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine."
"I would cut off your head," replied the leader of the riders, a gruff-looking, yellow-haired Man, "if it stood but a little farther from he ground."
[I]What! How dare he. . .?[/I] Legolas felt a swell of loyalty towards his estranged friend, and in a moment closed the gap between them, replying, "You would die before your stroke fell!" not caring for the spears pointed at him, not thinking of his own life, but of this insult. Thinking only of his friend.
Author's Note: I was having a lot of trouble getting this chapter done, so I just sort of wrote this. . .it skips a lot of time but at least it's something.
Evil Spapple Pie: Woah. . .yeah. Society kind of sucks like that.
Morothewolfgod: Well, so long as you know. . .
Gwyn: Probably, had I not knocked the hobbits out of this chapter. Hehehe. But it is good that they trust each other.
Vilondra, Goddess of Darkness: Well, this is the fourth in a series, that may be why you don't understand. I don't want it to be slash.
Erhothwen: Aren't we all?
Reginabean: I won't ask, but I am very confused.
Soulsearcher: I understand what you are saying, but disagree. And what's more, I've just graduated. I'm going to a new school where I haven't anyone. Who do I turn to then? You mean well, I am sure, but I am better alone, for I am alone. As for the song, it's going to be a song that was sung at my graduation, not a new song, but it's going to be a cool chapter. You'll see.
Kaimelieamin: Yeah, that's what everyone tells me, too, but they never tell what those ways are, do they? People don't understand. They can't begin to understand.
Jessie-Greenleaf: Thanks! And that is exactly what I am doing.
Lirenil: Yay! Everyone likes Legolas!
Author's Note (again): Sorry this chapter is short and badly written. I just needed to get out something. . .anyway. I've just graduated and. . .yeah. So expect major angst. There is a new story in this series called 'Thicker Than', and there will be a reference to it in a few chapters.
*****
Legolas could feel his legs tingling, burning, but ignored it. Running, that was all that mattered: just keeping going. He raised his eyes, watching Aragorn running ahead of him. Did that Man feel no exhaustion? For three days they had raced across the plains, three days since their company parted. The Ringbearer, and his friend-it had amazed him, then, their loyalty that had before gone so unnoticed. Boromir had fought to his death, and as his tale, told through Aragorn, ran, he had made amends for falling victim to the evil of the Ring. And Pregrin Took, along with Meriadoc Brandybuck, taken captive by the Orcs; and now it was they that the remaining Fellowship trailed.
As to the actions of Samwise, Legolas had realized at that exactly how self-absorbed he had been, and for so long! [I]I never realized how little attention I paid to the others. . .and yet, not completely terrible for it, for did I not think at first seeing Boromir of-oh. Of Aragorn, worried that he had been hurt. And is he not a child? For though I see him this way, has he not been supporting me all this time? And I not taking advantage of him for it? Augh! So I am terrible, and do lie to myself about it, then. But, of Estel-Aragorn!--I will never stop worrying, for how could I?[/I]
So absorbed in thought was he, when Aragorn stopped before him it was nearly impossible to stop, though being an Elf, Legolas managed. He gave Aragorn a questioning look, and just as the Dwarf drew up to them Aragorn replied, "Rohan. The land of the horse lords. Something evil gives these beasts speed. . ." And as he stood, his eyes wide in wonder, there was a great shaking of the earth, and five and one hundred horses approached them. Legolas jumped behind a cluster of nearby boulders, followed closely by his companions. It felt good to be in the lead, he thought. Good to be on top again.
~* "I heard you and Aragorn talking last night," said Gimli, as they paddled along the Anduin in the boats of Lorien. "I heard what he said to you, and what you said to him." Legolas remained silent, waiting, knowing that a response was expected but not quite ready to grant any. "It is not love, but trust, that misses between you and him. You are yet comrades."
"Speak not of what you know not," Legolas replied irritably.
"I shall do so," said Gimli, as though in respect, but added a moment later, "many have warned that it is but care for you that Aragorn exhibits. Trust him, Legolas."
"Gimli! You comprehend not, you know not what he said to me in Lothlorien."
"He did but ask for your help! He has seen his mistake and will no more repeat it. You cannot rely on yourself, Legolas." Gimli was being unusually blunt, and it annoyed Legolas very much. "I mean not to say that you are a child, but that you are yet weakened. I know what demons follow you." To this Legolas held his tongue, much as he denied the speech of his friend. They had not spoken since. *~
"Riders of Rohan, what news of the Mark!" Aragorn's shout drew Legolas from his reverie. He saw before him the riders, clustered now, their spears pointed. They demanded something, but what was it? Legolas could not understand them for a moment, lost in his own world, and then was drawn back by the words of Gimli.
"Give me your name, horse-master, and I shall give you mine."
"I would cut off your head," replied the leader of the riders, a gruff-looking, yellow-haired Man, "if it stood but a little farther from he ground."
[I]What! How dare he. . .?[/I] Legolas felt a swell of loyalty towards his estranged friend, and in a moment closed the gap between them, replying, "You would die before your stroke fell!" not caring for the spears pointed at him, not thinking of his own life, but of this insult. Thinking only of his friend.