This story's starting to draw to a close. There should be maybe three more
chapters left. Maybe two. (I know, and nothing is resolved yet! Just wait,
this chapter explains a lot.)
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I know you feel helpless, and I know you feel alone. That's the same road, the same road that I'm on. "The Road I'm On"- Three Doors Down
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Legolas' mind was numb, and he felt ill from the drug Aragorn had given him. He tried to ignore the feeling, fighting off an entire bar with his bare hands.
Aragorn was watching his friend as closely as possible, scared that the might misstep and lose everything. He knew that the drug was hindering the elf, but there was little he could do to help that.
"Estel!"
The young human turned just in time to block a blow from an adversary. "There you go," he said quietly, "saving my life again."
Legolas heard and smiled. Suddenly, the doors to the bar were pulled open by two men, and the person who entered caused the bar to fall silent and still.
"No," Legolas whispered, suddenly tense as two of the Lady's guards grabbed him. The forced him to his knees, pushing him forward in a bow.
"You will pay homage to the Lady."
She was walking towards him, but hands on his back and neck prevented him from looking up at her. He could hear Aragorn struggling somewhere close to him.
"Let him up."
The elf was pulled to his feet, his cold eyes instantly locking with the woman's. She only smiled at his glares. "You did a very bad thing, elf. Not only did you kill my head guard, which was quite the opposite of what I wanted, but then you thought you could escape?" She laughed, putting a hand to his cheek.
Her touch burned him. He was too familiar with it for it not to hurt. He pulled away.
Aragorn groaned; he had not wanted to kill the man in their cell, for he knew that it would only make things worse on them. The situation was going from bad to worse right before his eyes.
Her eyes narrowed. "You know me."
"We have never seen you before," Aragorn spat out.
"Silence, I was not speaking to you." She turned back to Legolas. "Who are you?"
Legolas said nothing for a while, then, "Nay, I do not know you."
There was silence so that Aragorn was sure everyone could hear his pounding heart. The Lady was searching Legolas' eyes, and he was letting her. He had nothing to hide from this woman.
"Then you knew someone, one of my ancestors, perhaps?"
Legolas said nothing, irritating the woman in front of him. "Answer me, elf. You do not want to suffer the consequences."
"Why are you so bent on keeping elves out of your town?" Aragorn spoke up, trying to keep the attention away from his friend.
"What business is it of yours?"
"You allow wild men, orcs, anyone to come into town, but not elves."
"Take him back," She ordered, turning back to Legolas.
Aragorn struggled, not wanting to leave Legolas alone. He felt helpless and scared.
A man behind him leaned forward as the human was being taken away. He whispered, "We didn't used to live here. We lived far away, and an elf was brought to us. He killed our king, one of her forefathers. Imprisoned him, or something. Either way, he died by the hands of an elf, so we do not allow elves in our lands. Those that do come in die as an example for other wandering elves."
"But it wasn't Legolas, why are you punishing him for the deeds of another elf?"
"All elves deserve death."
"No, they don't!" Aragorn looked over his shoulder as he was finally drug out of the bar. Legolas was on his knees again, and someone was brandishing a long whip.
"When was this?"
The man shrugged. "Long enough to be considered legend. There isn't a living being here that doesn't know the tale."
"He didn't do anything to you! Leave him alone!"
The man laughed. "What happens to him is of the Lady's initiative." As an after thought, he said, "You may never see him again."
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Legolas flinched as the whip dug into his back. It took all of his self- control to keep from crying out. The Lady was holding his face in her hands, trying to read his eyes. The elf refused, clenching his eyes shut. He knew he would not being able to hide his feelings from her, and he did not want her seeing into his soul. His soul he needed to hide from her.
She would not let go of him. She waited patiently, knowing that he would break eventually.
"My Lady," a guard said, skidding into the bar.
"What?" she snapped at him for interrupting.
Feeling her gaze move from him, Legolas opened his eyes.
"The human, he called him Legolas," he was pointing at the elf.
Legolas' eyes went wide with terror and the fear of betrayal. Had they threatened Aragorn with death, so he just gave the elf away?
The Lady turned to him, her eyes drilling into his. "Is it true? Is that your name?"
He couldn't think. His body hurt, his mind was hazy, and now he felt as though he were suffocating. "No."
"Do not lie to me!" She yelled at him, and the elf flinched.
"Yes, my name is Legolas."
The Lady could not believe her luck. She had been waiting her whole life for this. "Of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil?"
Legolas nodded, struggling to hold back tears. He had never been so scared before. He was feeling a mixture of fear, frustration, and hatred.
She took his face in her hands again. He flinched, trying vainly to pull away. "I was right, you did know one of my ancestors. You killed him! I have been waiting forever to meet you. My family has waited many years to get their revenge for what you did."
Legolas shuddered, shaking his head. "I did not. He died of old age."
"In one of your cells. You as good as killed him! Do you know that you are the reason we kill any elves that venture into this town? Now it is your turn." Raising her voice, she said, "Take him to the square. We shall hang him, for all the public to know that my family's murderer has finally been caught."
Legolas was pulled to his feet, struggling. He was too weak to even have a hope of escape, but it did not prevent him from trying.
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Aragorn jumped to his feet from his cell. He heard roars and applause from somewhere above him. There was so much noise that he would have woken up to it, had he been asleep.
"What's going on up there?" He asked his newly appointed guard, a pit growing in his stomach.
The guard shrugged. "I don't know."
Aragorn sighed in frustration. He wanted to know where Legolas was. He felt so helpless and so guilty that he could not be with his friend. Legolas had saved his life three times by now, and here he was, having no clue where the elf even was, much less if he needed help.
The door opened slowly, and another guard stuck his head in. "Bring the slave. There's a hanging, and he's to see it."
Aragorn's stomach dropped. It had to be Legolas the man was talking about. Why else would they want him to see it?
His worst fears were confirmed when they dragged him into the town square. The elf stood with his hands behind his back, and a noose around his neck.
Aragorn cried his name, and the elf locked eyes with him. Aragorn's heart almost shattered at the look in them, although he could not decipher it.
A man stood next to the elf, and shouted above the crowd. "Today we bring justice upon Legolas, son of Thranduil, murderer of King Tarduain!"
The crowd cheered, almost deafening the elf and the human, who stood far apart.
"No!" Aragorn shouted, "You have the wrong elf! Legolas did nothing! Let him go!" He was being held firmly in place and had no hope of getting to his friend in time to save him.
The announcer reached for the lever that would open the door beneath the elf's feet. Legolas took in a deep breath, bracing his body for the drop.
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Hey reviewers: Now remember, if you want this cliffie to be resolved, you can't kill me, savvy? ::hides behind elven guards, Legolas and Haldir in the front::
FF.net is making me angry, it isn't sending me any of my reviews anymore! Grr, so if I miss you this time around, that's why.
Scary Possessed Eyebrows of Doom: Now, do you mean the "him" that Estel knocked down in the cell, or the "him" that Legolas mentioned a chapter or two back? (They are different.) Lol, thank you for the review! I won't let Leggy die. I have too many things to do to him first, lol. Oh, yay, another review! Wow, you're about as obsessed as I am, it's great! My horse's name is Oliver, he's a thoroughbred, chestnut, 16.2 hh, 26 years old, (mind you, I didn't know that, but that's a long story,) he's a retired hunter jumper champion, a retired 4th level dressage champion, and he even knows reigning, figure that one out. I didn't know any of this when we bought him, I was told that he had an eye injury once, and that he was about 17. That's all I was ever told. (It was a friend thing, so we didn't get him vetted or anything.) So I took him to my trainer, and we started jumping him. (I do hunter jumper events.) We just took him over little stuff. I only did 2 ft on him, and I think my trainer did 4 ft ONCE, just to see if he could do it. Anyway, I sent a picture of us jumping to his previous owners, and they just said, "hey, wow, that's so cool!" Later, his leg swelled up, and we took him to the vet because it was NOT going down. The vet said he had arthritis in his neck, which was putting pressure on his spinal chord, and he basically couldn't feel his back legs at all. It explained a lot, why he tripped so much, and whatnot. The vet said it would be dangerous to ride him again, so we had to officially retire him. I told his previous owners, and all of a sudden, they were like, "He shouldn't have been jumping, he had an injury in a back leg, which is why he was retired from hunters," basically hanging up a neon sign that pointed "Blame" at me. It was horrible. They could have told me when I sent the picture that he had had a jumping injury. . . I don't know, it was just really bad all the way around. My trainer is pushing me to buy another horse. His name's Appollo, 17hh. And he's only 2. Straight off the race track. Haha, that was the longest reply to a review I've ever given!
StellPen: Gr, I hate you so much right now. (Well, not really, you just confirmed my suspicions on my skills as a writer, though.) See, they didn't have cloaks in the beginning, but that line, "Aragorn stopped rummaging through the box in search of supplies they would need. . ." well, that's where he found them. I was debating whether or not I should mention cloaks, and decided against it. I guess now I should have put that in. Phooey. Anyway, I should be doing history work too, but writing this is much more fun. Thanks for the review, and next time I'll add in the little details! Thanks for pointing it out!
Jamie: Ah, thank you!
Tamara: I'll update as quickly as possible. Thanks!
Moro The Wolf God: I think I missed you a couple chapters back. I am so sorry! As said above, FF.net isn't sending me all of my reviews. I feel terrible. Thank you for your review. We'll see. Mabe they'll be rescued (where did the twins get off to?) or maybe they'll escape (look at all the orcs. . . not bloody likely!) Thank you again, and again I am so sorry! And hey, you reviewed again! You don't hate me, yay! Thanks!
Nikki: Okay, FINE, I won't kill him. Sheesh, ya happy now? Lol. Well, the next chapter's right now, silly.
Calandra: Having trouble with names, are we dear? Lol, sorry, not going to stop torturing him, especially after you threatened to send orcs after me.
Gwyn: Yes, that was definitely what I meant. Sheesh, I didn't have a chance to get the last chapter to my beta, and honestly, you never find all the mistakes when you look over it yourself. I'm sorry about that, but yes, that was exactly what I meant. Thank you for pointing it out.
Das Blume: Shame on you, get to bed! (That's okay, I should be doing homework.) Yeah, send me one when you buy a laptop for you, okay? Desktops bug me, lol. Oh wait, they'll be plenty more rough times for our elf boy. A few stories in the future, the one I'm workin' on now, is really ruff. I can't wait to get to it to upload it.
Lomiothiel: 26, sorry. Someone said it first, lol. Uhm, good question, why did I choose a bar? Because there would be drunk men which is perfect for angst for an elf, yeah? Lol. Uhm, let's justs ay Legolas is a magnet for trouble. (Too bad for him he's not a chick magnet. While all the other elf boys were making out in the trees, Legolas being held captive by his grandpa, lol.) I swear, I really am trying to lay off the cliffhangers. I really am. I think I need a twelve-step program.
Sky: Intuitive, aren't you? Kudos to you. You're as good as my all knowing Lady, lol.
True Slytherin Gurl- I know, even I hate my cliffies.
Jadelyn Rashwe: Haha, honestly, they say part of the author ends up in their characters, whether made up or not, so I suppose Legolas got the Irish part of me. I think Estel got the Scottish, huh? Yeah, Legolas is gonna have to work on the "keep quite" thing. Or as Aragorn said, "Let me do the talking." (Which may have been turned out bad for him as well, in this chapter, huh?)
Lulu Bell: Thanks! Congrats to you as well! Our next game is an all day tournament. I am so thrilled, you have no idea. Except that I'm sick! Ah, I have to get better really fast because there is no way I'm sittin' this one out! And sheesh, stop getting injured! That's an order, or. . . I'll. . . give you more cliffies!
Fire Eagle: I try to upload a few chapters as often as possible because I never really know when I'll be able to upload again. (Life, who does it think it is?) Lol, it's okay, I will treasure those exclamation points until you come back, okay? Let me know when you've got it up and I'll go read!
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I know you feel helpless, and I know you feel alone. That's the same road, the same road that I'm on. "The Road I'm On"- Three Doors Down
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Legolas' mind was numb, and he felt ill from the drug Aragorn had given him. He tried to ignore the feeling, fighting off an entire bar with his bare hands.
Aragorn was watching his friend as closely as possible, scared that the might misstep and lose everything. He knew that the drug was hindering the elf, but there was little he could do to help that.
"Estel!"
The young human turned just in time to block a blow from an adversary. "There you go," he said quietly, "saving my life again."
Legolas heard and smiled. Suddenly, the doors to the bar were pulled open by two men, and the person who entered caused the bar to fall silent and still.
"No," Legolas whispered, suddenly tense as two of the Lady's guards grabbed him. The forced him to his knees, pushing him forward in a bow.
"You will pay homage to the Lady."
She was walking towards him, but hands on his back and neck prevented him from looking up at her. He could hear Aragorn struggling somewhere close to him.
"Let him up."
The elf was pulled to his feet, his cold eyes instantly locking with the woman's. She only smiled at his glares. "You did a very bad thing, elf. Not only did you kill my head guard, which was quite the opposite of what I wanted, but then you thought you could escape?" She laughed, putting a hand to his cheek.
Her touch burned him. He was too familiar with it for it not to hurt. He pulled away.
Aragorn groaned; he had not wanted to kill the man in their cell, for he knew that it would only make things worse on them. The situation was going from bad to worse right before his eyes.
Her eyes narrowed. "You know me."
"We have never seen you before," Aragorn spat out.
"Silence, I was not speaking to you." She turned back to Legolas. "Who are you?"
Legolas said nothing for a while, then, "Nay, I do not know you."
There was silence so that Aragorn was sure everyone could hear his pounding heart. The Lady was searching Legolas' eyes, and he was letting her. He had nothing to hide from this woman.
"Then you knew someone, one of my ancestors, perhaps?"
Legolas said nothing, irritating the woman in front of him. "Answer me, elf. You do not want to suffer the consequences."
"Why are you so bent on keeping elves out of your town?" Aragorn spoke up, trying to keep the attention away from his friend.
"What business is it of yours?"
"You allow wild men, orcs, anyone to come into town, but not elves."
"Take him back," She ordered, turning back to Legolas.
Aragorn struggled, not wanting to leave Legolas alone. He felt helpless and scared.
A man behind him leaned forward as the human was being taken away. He whispered, "We didn't used to live here. We lived far away, and an elf was brought to us. He killed our king, one of her forefathers. Imprisoned him, or something. Either way, he died by the hands of an elf, so we do not allow elves in our lands. Those that do come in die as an example for other wandering elves."
"But it wasn't Legolas, why are you punishing him for the deeds of another elf?"
"All elves deserve death."
"No, they don't!" Aragorn looked over his shoulder as he was finally drug out of the bar. Legolas was on his knees again, and someone was brandishing a long whip.
"When was this?"
The man shrugged. "Long enough to be considered legend. There isn't a living being here that doesn't know the tale."
"He didn't do anything to you! Leave him alone!"
The man laughed. "What happens to him is of the Lady's initiative." As an after thought, he said, "You may never see him again."
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Legolas flinched as the whip dug into his back. It took all of his self- control to keep from crying out. The Lady was holding his face in her hands, trying to read his eyes. The elf refused, clenching his eyes shut. He knew he would not being able to hide his feelings from her, and he did not want her seeing into his soul. His soul he needed to hide from her.
She would not let go of him. She waited patiently, knowing that he would break eventually.
"My Lady," a guard said, skidding into the bar.
"What?" she snapped at him for interrupting.
Feeling her gaze move from him, Legolas opened his eyes.
"The human, he called him Legolas," he was pointing at the elf.
Legolas' eyes went wide with terror and the fear of betrayal. Had they threatened Aragorn with death, so he just gave the elf away?
The Lady turned to him, her eyes drilling into his. "Is it true? Is that your name?"
He couldn't think. His body hurt, his mind was hazy, and now he felt as though he were suffocating. "No."
"Do not lie to me!" She yelled at him, and the elf flinched.
"Yes, my name is Legolas."
The Lady could not believe her luck. She had been waiting her whole life for this. "Of Mirkwood, son of Thranduil?"
Legolas nodded, struggling to hold back tears. He had never been so scared before. He was feeling a mixture of fear, frustration, and hatred.
She took his face in her hands again. He flinched, trying vainly to pull away. "I was right, you did know one of my ancestors. You killed him! I have been waiting forever to meet you. My family has waited many years to get their revenge for what you did."
Legolas shuddered, shaking his head. "I did not. He died of old age."
"In one of your cells. You as good as killed him! Do you know that you are the reason we kill any elves that venture into this town? Now it is your turn." Raising her voice, she said, "Take him to the square. We shall hang him, for all the public to know that my family's murderer has finally been caught."
Legolas was pulled to his feet, struggling. He was too weak to even have a hope of escape, but it did not prevent him from trying.
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Aragorn jumped to his feet from his cell. He heard roars and applause from somewhere above him. There was so much noise that he would have woken up to it, had he been asleep.
"What's going on up there?" He asked his newly appointed guard, a pit growing in his stomach.
The guard shrugged. "I don't know."
Aragorn sighed in frustration. He wanted to know where Legolas was. He felt so helpless and so guilty that he could not be with his friend. Legolas had saved his life three times by now, and here he was, having no clue where the elf even was, much less if he needed help.
The door opened slowly, and another guard stuck his head in. "Bring the slave. There's a hanging, and he's to see it."
Aragorn's stomach dropped. It had to be Legolas the man was talking about. Why else would they want him to see it?
His worst fears were confirmed when they dragged him into the town square. The elf stood with his hands behind his back, and a noose around his neck.
Aragorn cried his name, and the elf locked eyes with him. Aragorn's heart almost shattered at the look in them, although he could not decipher it.
A man stood next to the elf, and shouted above the crowd. "Today we bring justice upon Legolas, son of Thranduil, murderer of King Tarduain!"
The crowd cheered, almost deafening the elf and the human, who stood far apart.
"No!" Aragorn shouted, "You have the wrong elf! Legolas did nothing! Let him go!" He was being held firmly in place and had no hope of getting to his friend in time to save him.
The announcer reached for the lever that would open the door beneath the elf's feet. Legolas took in a deep breath, bracing his body for the drop.
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Hey reviewers: Now remember, if you want this cliffie to be resolved, you can't kill me, savvy? ::hides behind elven guards, Legolas and Haldir in the front::
FF.net is making me angry, it isn't sending me any of my reviews anymore! Grr, so if I miss you this time around, that's why.
Scary Possessed Eyebrows of Doom: Now, do you mean the "him" that Estel knocked down in the cell, or the "him" that Legolas mentioned a chapter or two back? (They are different.) Lol, thank you for the review! I won't let Leggy die. I have too many things to do to him first, lol. Oh, yay, another review! Wow, you're about as obsessed as I am, it's great! My horse's name is Oliver, he's a thoroughbred, chestnut, 16.2 hh, 26 years old, (mind you, I didn't know that, but that's a long story,) he's a retired hunter jumper champion, a retired 4th level dressage champion, and he even knows reigning, figure that one out. I didn't know any of this when we bought him, I was told that he had an eye injury once, and that he was about 17. That's all I was ever told. (It was a friend thing, so we didn't get him vetted or anything.) So I took him to my trainer, and we started jumping him. (I do hunter jumper events.) We just took him over little stuff. I only did 2 ft on him, and I think my trainer did 4 ft ONCE, just to see if he could do it. Anyway, I sent a picture of us jumping to his previous owners, and they just said, "hey, wow, that's so cool!" Later, his leg swelled up, and we took him to the vet because it was NOT going down. The vet said he had arthritis in his neck, which was putting pressure on his spinal chord, and he basically couldn't feel his back legs at all. It explained a lot, why he tripped so much, and whatnot. The vet said it would be dangerous to ride him again, so we had to officially retire him. I told his previous owners, and all of a sudden, they were like, "He shouldn't have been jumping, he had an injury in a back leg, which is why he was retired from hunters," basically hanging up a neon sign that pointed "Blame" at me. It was horrible. They could have told me when I sent the picture that he had had a jumping injury. . . I don't know, it was just really bad all the way around. My trainer is pushing me to buy another horse. His name's Appollo, 17hh. And he's only 2. Straight off the race track. Haha, that was the longest reply to a review I've ever given!
StellPen: Gr, I hate you so much right now. (Well, not really, you just confirmed my suspicions on my skills as a writer, though.) See, they didn't have cloaks in the beginning, but that line, "Aragorn stopped rummaging through the box in search of supplies they would need. . ." well, that's where he found them. I was debating whether or not I should mention cloaks, and decided against it. I guess now I should have put that in. Phooey. Anyway, I should be doing history work too, but writing this is much more fun. Thanks for the review, and next time I'll add in the little details! Thanks for pointing it out!
Jamie: Ah, thank you!
Tamara: I'll update as quickly as possible. Thanks!
Moro The Wolf God: I think I missed you a couple chapters back. I am so sorry! As said above, FF.net isn't sending me all of my reviews. I feel terrible. Thank you for your review. We'll see. Mabe they'll be rescued (where did the twins get off to?) or maybe they'll escape (look at all the orcs. . . not bloody likely!) Thank you again, and again I am so sorry! And hey, you reviewed again! You don't hate me, yay! Thanks!
Nikki: Okay, FINE, I won't kill him. Sheesh, ya happy now? Lol. Well, the next chapter's right now, silly.
Calandra: Having trouble with names, are we dear? Lol, sorry, not going to stop torturing him, especially after you threatened to send orcs after me.
Gwyn: Yes, that was definitely what I meant. Sheesh, I didn't have a chance to get the last chapter to my beta, and honestly, you never find all the mistakes when you look over it yourself. I'm sorry about that, but yes, that was exactly what I meant. Thank you for pointing it out.
Das Blume: Shame on you, get to bed! (That's okay, I should be doing homework.) Yeah, send me one when you buy a laptop for you, okay? Desktops bug me, lol. Oh wait, they'll be plenty more rough times for our elf boy. A few stories in the future, the one I'm workin' on now, is really ruff. I can't wait to get to it to upload it.
Lomiothiel: 26, sorry. Someone said it first, lol. Uhm, good question, why did I choose a bar? Because there would be drunk men which is perfect for angst for an elf, yeah? Lol. Uhm, let's justs ay Legolas is a magnet for trouble. (Too bad for him he's not a chick magnet. While all the other elf boys were making out in the trees, Legolas being held captive by his grandpa, lol.) I swear, I really am trying to lay off the cliffhangers. I really am. I think I need a twelve-step program.
Sky: Intuitive, aren't you? Kudos to you. You're as good as my all knowing Lady, lol.
True Slytherin Gurl- I know, even I hate my cliffies.
Jadelyn Rashwe: Haha, honestly, they say part of the author ends up in their characters, whether made up or not, so I suppose Legolas got the Irish part of me. I think Estel got the Scottish, huh? Yeah, Legolas is gonna have to work on the "keep quite" thing. Or as Aragorn said, "Let me do the talking." (Which may have been turned out bad for him as well, in this chapter, huh?)
Lulu Bell: Thanks! Congrats to you as well! Our next game is an all day tournament. I am so thrilled, you have no idea. Except that I'm sick! Ah, I have to get better really fast because there is no way I'm sittin' this one out! And sheesh, stop getting injured! That's an order, or. . . I'll. . . give you more cliffies!
Fire Eagle: I try to upload a few chapters as often as possible because I never really know when I'll be able to upload again. (Life, who does it think it is?) Lol, it's okay, I will treasure those exclamation points until you come back, okay? Let me know when you've got it up and I'll go read!