You know, you guys amaze me. I was expecting everyone to just think, "hey,
she'll explain the eyesight, but how the heck did a blind elf manage to off
two wargs THAT quickly?" Nobody asked that question, and everyone asked
about his sight. Either way, both are explained in this chapter.
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Aragorn watched in horror as Legolas turned just in time to stab at the warg before it bit him again. The elf cried out, sinking to his knees.
He turned to his captors. "Let me down there! Let me help him!"
They ignored him.
A few minutes later, a booming voice was heard. "He's killed the babies. Now release the adults!"
Legolas almost let tears of frustration run down his fair cheeks. He could not handle another warg, and to find out that he had only been fighting babies tortured him.
Aragorn groaned. "He will die!"
"Good! Now shut up. We only said you could watch."
"Let me help him," the man pleaded. "What kind of fight would it be? It's nothing short of murder! Let me help him!"
"It's your own head, human."
"Let me down there!" And so he was given Legolas' other blade, and thrown into the pit with the prince.
Legolas felt a presence next to him and turned to sink a blade into it. "Peace, Legolas, it is I."
Legolas sighed, "What are you doing here?"
"I promised I'd help you." He put a hand under the elf's arm, gently pulling him to his feet. His hands came away bloody.
"Estel, go. You are only fighting to your own death down here."
"I owe you, stupid elf. You saved my life, now I'm kind of obligated to save yours."
Legolas did not respond to the man, instead focusing on the task at hand. He heard stalky footsteps, and thrust his knife forward, until he felt flesh, and then warm blood. The creature was not dead, however. It lunged in rage, knocking the elf to the ground. Aragorn threw his blade, narrowly missing the elf's head. It sunk into the warg's heart. Estel noticed that the elf had not risen. Quickly scanning the area, he rushed to the elf's side.
"Estel, I'm too tired for much more of this."
"I know. You have to hold on for a little while though, all right?"
The elf nodded, knowing full well that he would probably not survive this night.
Nearly an hour later, an angry voice was heard above the crowd. "They've killed all the beasts!"
Aragorn sunk to the ground, the adrenaline leaving his body in waves. He gasped for breath, so weary that he did not even remember that Legolas was in the arena with him.
Then the announcer's voice rang out. "Take them back to the cell. That was a disappointing game if I've ever seen one."
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"Truce."
Legolas looked up from his bleeding arm where a warg had bitten him. "What?" He sighed in heavy frustration when he realized that looking up hadn't actually helped him because he could still not see.
"I call a truce," Aragorn mumbled. His voice was closer now, and Legolas felt him grab his arm. The prince tried not to pull away, though he still flinched.
"What calls for the change of heart?"
"Well, when others risk their lives for you. . . it changes a person."
Legolas nodded absently, hissing ad Aragorn prodded his last wound. "It is a truce."
Aragorn paused suddenly. "Really?"
Legolas almost laughed. His body was feeling infinitely better since the poison had begun to wear off, but the pain of his battle was just setting in. "You expected me to say no?"
"Well, yes, actually." He paused, then continued. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You can ask."
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "There you go again."
Legolas frowned. "I am sorry. Go ahead and ask. I owe you an answer at least."
"Father seemed. . . well, odd, when he mentioned Arwen at dinner the other night."
Legolas nodded. There was no harm in the question, only sincere curiosity. "We were engaged once." How long ago had "the other night" been? He couldn't remember how much time had passed since he had been here. Maybe it had only been a day, but then, for that reasoning, it could have been a year.
The human did not think before he responded. "She never mentioned that."
Legolas had pain in his useless eyes. The statement surprised him, and though he did not want to admit it, he was hurt by it. He said nothing, however.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean. . . it was instinct."
"Arwen and I parted ways a long time ago. Long before you were ever dreamed of, I dare say."
Aragorn nodded. He regretted speaking brashly so soon after he had made friends with the elf. "How is your arm?"
"It is fine. Are you hurt?"
"No. I was able to see during that fiasco." He teased lightly. "Why are they so intent on harming you, but not me?"
"Have you learned nothing in Elrond's house? Orcs were elves once. They hate elves because they wish they could be what they once were. They despise elves because we have not been perverted like they have."
"But it does not seem that the orcs are in charge here. Indeed, the lady is very human, and so are her guards."
Legolas sighed quietly. "Yes, she is human. I don't know, Estel. I don't have all of the answers."
Aragorn returned the sigh, but changed the topic. "What happened to your eyesight, elf? I was worried when you went blind."
Legolas shrugged. "I think it's the poison."
Aragorn nodded, remembering the elf's dilated eyes. It made sense that the bright outside light would have proved too much for his dying sight. "I think it might have been the stress you were under too." The human remembered his mother again, but shook off the thought. "I have heard of that happening."
"Again, I don't know. Maybe it was both." He paused, then continued. "Thank you, for helping me."
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They sat in silence for a while, enjoying their new found friendship. Aragorn was right- it changes a person when his adversary saves his life.
"Nad nâ ennas," Legolas whispered suddenly.
"Where, Legolas?"
Legolas nodded his head in the direction of the hidden door they had discovered before. Aragorn jumped to his feet, ready to protect his weakened friend.
"Sit down, human," Legolas heard the third party sneer. "My business is not with you."
"Who are you?"
"Estel, havo dad." Legolas surprised himself by saying it. He did not want to admit it, but he needed the man's help.
Aragorn looked down at the elf, but obeyed and sat down against the wall.
"Are your injuries better?"
Legolas did not respond, nor did he look in the direction of whoever was talking to him.
"Answer me."
"Who are you?" Legolas had searched for a sarcastic remark, but none came. 'Who are you' was the best he could come up with.
"Tsk tsk, so brash for a person in a situation such as yourself."
"You'll forgive me if I'm a tad irritated."
There was a chuckle from behind him. "Ah, that's the way I like to hear an elf speaking. Heavy sarcasm, it does you well."
Legolas rolled his eyes. "What do you want with us?"
"You've asked me two questions now, and yet you still haven't answered mine. And look at me when you speak, would you?"
Legolas rolled his vacant eyes at the statement. He had a notion that his captor intended the cruel irony. He heard the 'cage' being opened and felt the third party moving closer to him. He felt Aragorn's rising tension as well.
"Dartho i dad," he warned in elvish. "Dartho."
"That's a boy, tell him to stay where he is. He wouldn't be any help to you now, and you know that."
Legolas was now facing the human. Human he knew it was for the smell it gave off. He had pushed himself away from the wall, not wanting to appear weak by leaning on it for support.
"What is your business with me?"
That very annoying chuckle was again heard. "You are an elf in man's territory. If he had been traveling alone, we would have released your friend some time ago. But do you know the laws of this land?"
"Would I be here right now if I did?"
The man smiled as a cat smiles before pouncing on a mouse. "Elves are not permitted here, under penalty of death."
"You brought him here!" Aragorn spat out.
"And to travel with one of his kind," he said, turning to the young man behind him, "also bears the penalty of death. It has been that way for centuries, since my lady's ancestors were in rule. The lady sent you with the wargs to kill you, but oh no, you are still alive. So she sent me instead."
Legolas winced as he heard the faint sound of a dagger being unsheathed. He reached into his boot and pulled out the blade he had managed to smuggle in.
"Oh, come now. Do you really think you can take me in the state you are in?"
"Your own question implies that you believe I could take you in a better state."
He shrugged. "You're an elf, I won't deny it. She thinks you're the one."
Legolas furrowed his brows, confusion dancing upon his light features.
"She wants you dead."
"Legolas," Aragorn's voice had a note of worry in it.
Legolas lashed out, using his senses to locate his captor's body. He sunk his knife into the man's shoulder unintentionally. He had only wanted to knock him down, not harm it.
The man was stunned. It was only by pure luck that his blade had pierced the prince's stomach at the same time. Blood poured onto the man's hands at an alarming rate. Aragorn was ready to jump to the elf's aid.
Legolas winced as his wound form the night before was cruelly reopened, but did not cry out. His vision returned with a blinding flash of pain. He saw his grandfather standing before him, a cruel smile upon his lips. The smile did not hide inevitability.
Legolas focused his gaze, and his grandfather turned into a man that reminded him of Estel. The man looked at him, then smiled at his good fortune. He held the elf's eyes as he twisted the blade in his hand.
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Holy monkeys, you guys are awesome! This is the most reviews I've gotten for a chapter yet! And oh goodness, you're all gonna absolutely kill me. Another cliffie. . . please, no death threats!
ElizabethBlack: Dang, I was right, I should fire that exterminator. Lol, I'm just kidding!
LeggyLover: Keep wonderin', lol. We shall see. Thanks for the review!
ScaryPossessedEyebrows: Well, hey, I was close. The same guy plays Agent Smith and Elrond, so, close enough, yeah? Lol. Ah wow, that was a lot of questions. No worries, Elrond did not disappear from ME. He's just. . . well, you'll see. Uhm, yeah, like, the last five chapters have been cliffies, huh? I'm mean. You'll find out about "him." Or maybe you have already met "him." Hm, now wouldn't that be a shocker? Haha, and I guess Estel pissed you off last chapter, huh? I thought he was nice. . . what made him arrogant? I'm curious. Lol, thanks for that lengthy review!
Jadelyn Rashwe: (I am so sorry if I spelled the wrong.) Haha, I know, I try not to write cliffies, but sheesh. . . every chapter so far has been a cliffie. Sorry 'bout that. Or am I?
Brooklyn: Ah, I'm trying to hurry! Please don't die! That's the last thing I would want!
Dimostiel: I hate to say it, but I rather liked that scene too. Thanks! (See below)
Anolinde: I know, I want to learn that too, lol! Did this chapter answer your question about Legolas' eyesight?
Dimostiel: Hey, it's you again! Hi! I'm really starting to get the idea that NO ONE liked that cliffie. Hm. Lol. Did I answer your sight question? I really wasn't expecting that to be a big question, but it just goes to show that authors NEVER can guess what their readers will be intrigued by. I love the feedback! Thanks! Yeah, there's a nice little irony to that, him having to depend on Estel. Thanks.
StellaPen: Ah!!!! Honestly, don't be sorry, 'cuz you just made my day (night). Thanks you so much! And please keep reviewing for me, pretty please?
Sky: You have a hunch that she is related to whom? This is interesting, I'm curious.
Bill the Pony: Aw, how much fun would it be if there was no more pain? Lol, PLEASE let me know if he gets annoying again. We can't have that!
Nikki: You mean you'd support me if I killed him off? I might have to try and find out. ::plans begin to formulate::
Lomiothiel: (Sorry if I spelled it wrong.) I'm up to 23 "poor Legolas"'s and 2 "poor Aragorns." Lol. I swear, this is the story of cliffhangers, I don't know what got into me. Lol, so they're in peril, and you're laughing at them? Supportive, aren't we? Thanks for the reviews! Please don't kill me! Okay, I'll back off of the cliffhangers! I will. Eventually. Ah, blushing! Thank you! All of your questions will be answered, I promise!
Tamara: It will all be explained. I promise!
Sara: I'm sorry! Sheesh, I'll never end in a cliffhanger again! Well, okay, maybe that was a lie, but I am sorry! I'll try not to do four in a row. Yes! I am getting really positive feedback and the trusting Estel thing. Thank goodness. Haha, I swear, everyone has asked about his sight. Was it explained for you? If not, let me know. You're good by the way, with the stress pain thing. You had half of it. I must update. . . what's that word again? In a really long time. . .
Lulu Bell: Okay, I really liked your review!! Lol, okay, I'll stop. Coaches are evil, aren't they? We lost our last game, and coach was like, "For every serve you miss, it's a set of lines. Now line up!" Lines are horrible. Torture. Bleh! Yeah, I fell off of a horse about a year ago, and my back has been screwed up ever sense. I can never sit normally in a chair and be comfortable. Jeez, you should see me in a movie theatre! Anyway, that's a bad battle scar, lol. Thanks for the review!
Fire Eagle: Well, okay, you have me there. They wrote non-fiction about them! Lol!
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Aragorn watched in horror as Legolas turned just in time to stab at the warg before it bit him again. The elf cried out, sinking to his knees.
He turned to his captors. "Let me down there! Let me help him!"
They ignored him.
A few minutes later, a booming voice was heard. "He's killed the babies. Now release the adults!"
Legolas almost let tears of frustration run down his fair cheeks. He could not handle another warg, and to find out that he had only been fighting babies tortured him.
Aragorn groaned. "He will die!"
"Good! Now shut up. We only said you could watch."
"Let me help him," the man pleaded. "What kind of fight would it be? It's nothing short of murder! Let me help him!"
"It's your own head, human."
"Let me down there!" And so he was given Legolas' other blade, and thrown into the pit with the prince.
Legolas felt a presence next to him and turned to sink a blade into it. "Peace, Legolas, it is I."
Legolas sighed, "What are you doing here?"
"I promised I'd help you." He put a hand under the elf's arm, gently pulling him to his feet. His hands came away bloody.
"Estel, go. You are only fighting to your own death down here."
"I owe you, stupid elf. You saved my life, now I'm kind of obligated to save yours."
Legolas did not respond to the man, instead focusing on the task at hand. He heard stalky footsteps, and thrust his knife forward, until he felt flesh, and then warm blood. The creature was not dead, however. It lunged in rage, knocking the elf to the ground. Aragorn threw his blade, narrowly missing the elf's head. It sunk into the warg's heart. Estel noticed that the elf had not risen. Quickly scanning the area, he rushed to the elf's side.
"Estel, I'm too tired for much more of this."
"I know. You have to hold on for a little while though, all right?"
The elf nodded, knowing full well that he would probably not survive this night.
Nearly an hour later, an angry voice was heard above the crowd. "They've killed all the beasts!"
Aragorn sunk to the ground, the adrenaline leaving his body in waves. He gasped for breath, so weary that he did not even remember that Legolas was in the arena with him.
Then the announcer's voice rang out. "Take them back to the cell. That was a disappointing game if I've ever seen one."
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"Truce."
Legolas looked up from his bleeding arm where a warg had bitten him. "What?" He sighed in heavy frustration when he realized that looking up hadn't actually helped him because he could still not see.
"I call a truce," Aragorn mumbled. His voice was closer now, and Legolas felt him grab his arm. The prince tried not to pull away, though he still flinched.
"What calls for the change of heart?"
"Well, when others risk their lives for you. . . it changes a person."
Legolas nodded absently, hissing ad Aragorn prodded his last wound. "It is a truce."
Aragorn paused suddenly. "Really?"
Legolas almost laughed. His body was feeling infinitely better since the poison had begun to wear off, but the pain of his battle was just setting in. "You expected me to say no?"
"Well, yes, actually." He paused, then continued. "Can I ask you a question?"
"You can ask."
Aragorn rolled his eyes. "There you go again."
Legolas frowned. "I am sorry. Go ahead and ask. I owe you an answer at least."
"Father seemed. . . well, odd, when he mentioned Arwen at dinner the other night."
Legolas nodded. There was no harm in the question, only sincere curiosity. "We were engaged once." How long ago had "the other night" been? He couldn't remember how much time had passed since he had been here. Maybe it had only been a day, but then, for that reasoning, it could have been a year.
The human did not think before he responded. "She never mentioned that."
Legolas had pain in his useless eyes. The statement surprised him, and though he did not want to admit it, he was hurt by it. He said nothing, however.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean. . . it was instinct."
"Arwen and I parted ways a long time ago. Long before you were ever dreamed of, I dare say."
Aragorn nodded. He regretted speaking brashly so soon after he had made friends with the elf. "How is your arm?"
"It is fine. Are you hurt?"
"No. I was able to see during that fiasco." He teased lightly. "Why are they so intent on harming you, but not me?"
"Have you learned nothing in Elrond's house? Orcs were elves once. They hate elves because they wish they could be what they once were. They despise elves because we have not been perverted like they have."
"But it does not seem that the orcs are in charge here. Indeed, the lady is very human, and so are her guards."
Legolas sighed quietly. "Yes, she is human. I don't know, Estel. I don't have all of the answers."
Aragorn returned the sigh, but changed the topic. "What happened to your eyesight, elf? I was worried when you went blind."
Legolas shrugged. "I think it's the poison."
Aragorn nodded, remembering the elf's dilated eyes. It made sense that the bright outside light would have proved too much for his dying sight. "I think it might have been the stress you were under too." The human remembered his mother again, but shook off the thought. "I have heard of that happening."
"Again, I don't know. Maybe it was both." He paused, then continued. "Thank you, for helping me."
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They sat in silence for a while, enjoying their new found friendship. Aragorn was right- it changes a person when his adversary saves his life.
"Nad nâ ennas," Legolas whispered suddenly.
"Where, Legolas?"
Legolas nodded his head in the direction of the hidden door they had discovered before. Aragorn jumped to his feet, ready to protect his weakened friend.
"Sit down, human," Legolas heard the third party sneer. "My business is not with you."
"Who are you?"
"Estel, havo dad." Legolas surprised himself by saying it. He did not want to admit it, but he needed the man's help.
Aragorn looked down at the elf, but obeyed and sat down against the wall.
"Are your injuries better?"
Legolas did not respond, nor did he look in the direction of whoever was talking to him.
"Answer me."
"Who are you?" Legolas had searched for a sarcastic remark, but none came. 'Who are you' was the best he could come up with.
"Tsk tsk, so brash for a person in a situation such as yourself."
"You'll forgive me if I'm a tad irritated."
There was a chuckle from behind him. "Ah, that's the way I like to hear an elf speaking. Heavy sarcasm, it does you well."
Legolas rolled his eyes. "What do you want with us?"
"You've asked me two questions now, and yet you still haven't answered mine. And look at me when you speak, would you?"
Legolas rolled his vacant eyes at the statement. He had a notion that his captor intended the cruel irony. He heard the 'cage' being opened and felt the third party moving closer to him. He felt Aragorn's rising tension as well.
"Dartho i dad," he warned in elvish. "Dartho."
"That's a boy, tell him to stay where he is. He wouldn't be any help to you now, and you know that."
Legolas was now facing the human. Human he knew it was for the smell it gave off. He had pushed himself away from the wall, not wanting to appear weak by leaning on it for support.
"What is your business with me?"
That very annoying chuckle was again heard. "You are an elf in man's territory. If he had been traveling alone, we would have released your friend some time ago. But do you know the laws of this land?"
"Would I be here right now if I did?"
The man smiled as a cat smiles before pouncing on a mouse. "Elves are not permitted here, under penalty of death."
"You brought him here!" Aragorn spat out.
"And to travel with one of his kind," he said, turning to the young man behind him, "also bears the penalty of death. It has been that way for centuries, since my lady's ancestors were in rule. The lady sent you with the wargs to kill you, but oh no, you are still alive. So she sent me instead."
Legolas winced as he heard the faint sound of a dagger being unsheathed. He reached into his boot and pulled out the blade he had managed to smuggle in.
"Oh, come now. Do you really think you can take me in the state you are in?"
"Your own question implies that you believe I could take you in a better state."
He shrugged. "You're an elf, I won't deny it. She thinks you're the one."
Legolas furrowed his brows, confusion dancing upon his light features.
"She wants you dead."
"Legolas," Aragorn's voice had a note of worry in it.
Legolas lashed out, using his senses to locate his captor's body. He sunk his knife into the man's shoulder unintentionally. He had only wanted to knock him down, not harm it.
The man was stunned. It was only by pure luck that his blade had pierced the prince's stomach at the same time. Blood poured onto the man's hands at an alarming rate. Aragorn was ready to jump to the elf's aid.
Legolas winced as his wound form the night before was cruelly reopened, but did not cry out. His vision returned with a blinding flash of pain. He saw his grandfather standing before him, a cruel smile upon his lips. The smile did not hide inevitability.
Legolas focused his gaze, and his grandfather turned into a man that reminded him of Estel. The man looked at him, then smiled at his good fortune. He held the elf's eyes as he twisted the blade in his hand.
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Holy monkeys, you guys are awesome! This is the most reviews I've gotten for a chapter yet! And oh goodness, you're all gonna absolutely kill me. Another cliffie. . . please, no death threats!
ElizabethBlack: Dang, I was right, I should fire that exterminator. Lol, I'm just kidding!
LeggyLover: Keep wonderin', lol. We shall see. Thanks for the review!
ScaryPossessedEyebrows: Well, hey, I was close. The same guy plays Agent Smith and Elrond, so, close enough, yeah? Lol. Ah wow, that was a lot of questions. No worries, Elrond did not disappear from ME. He's just. . . well, you'll see. Uhm, yeah, like, the last five chapters have been cliffies, huh? I'm mean. You'll find out about "him." Or maybe you have already met "him." Hm, now wouldn't that be a shocker? Haha, and I guess Estel pissed you off last chapter, huh? I thought he was nice. . . what made him arrogant? I'm curious. Lol, thanks for that lengthy review!
Jadelyn Rashwe: (I am so sorry if I spelled the wrong.) Haha, I know, I try not to write cliffies, but sheesh. . . every chapter so far has been a cliffie. Sorry 'bout that. Or am I?
Brooklyn: Ah, I'm trying to hurry! Please don't die! That's the last thing I would want!
Dimostiel: I hate to say it, but I rather liked that scene too. Thanks! (See below)
Anolinde: I know, I want to learn that too, lol! Did this chapter answer your question about Legolas' eyesight?
Dimostiel: Hey, it's you again! Hi! I'm really starting to get the idea that NO ONE liked that cliffie. Hm. Lol. Did I answer your sight question? I really wasn't expecting that to be a big question, but it just goes to show that authors NEVER can guess what their readers will be intrigued by. I love the feedback! Thanks! Yeah, there's a nice little irony to that, him having to depend on Estel. Thanks.
StellaPen: Ah!!!! Honestly, don't be sorry, 'cuz you just made my day (night). Thanks you so much! And please keep reviewing for me, pretty please?
Sky: You have a hunch that she is related to whom? This is interesting, I'm curious.
Bill the Pony: Aw, how much fun would it be if there was no more pain? Lol, PLEASE let me know if he gets annoying again. We can't have that!
Nikki: You mean you'd support me if I killed him off? I might have to try and find out. ::plans begin to formulate::
Lomiothiel: (Sorry if I spelled it wrong.) I'm up to 23 "poor Legolas"'s and 2 "poor Aragorns." Lol. I swear, this is the story of cliffhangers, I don't know what got into me. Lol, so they're in peril, and you're laughing at them? Supportive, aren't we? Thanks for the reviews! Please don't kill me! Okay, I'll back off of the cliffhangers! I will. Eventually. Ah, blushing! Thank you! All of your questions will be answered, I promise!
Tamara: It will all be explained. I promise!
Sara: I'm sorry! Sheesh, I'll never end in a cliffhanger again! Well, okay, maybe that was a lie, but I am sorry! I'll try not to do four in a row. Yes! I am getting really positive feedback and the trusting Estel thing. Thank goodness. Haha, I swear, everyone has asked about his sight. Was it explained for you? If not, let me know. You're good by the way, with the stress pain thing. You had half of it. I must update. . . what's that word again? In a really long time. . .
Lulu Bell: Okay, I really liked your review!! Lol, okay, I'll stop. Coaches are evil, aren't they? We lost our last game, and coach was like, "For every serve you miss, it's a set of lines. Now line up!" Lines are horrible. Torture. Bleh! Yeah, I fell off of a horse about a year ago, and my back has been screwed up ever sense. I can never sit normally in a chair and be comfortable. Jeez, you should see me in a movie theatre! Anyway, that's a bad battle scar, lol. Thanks for the review!
Fire Eagle: Well, okay, you have me there. They wrote non-fiction about them! Lol!