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you cant find in the books or film are my own. Though there ent very many
of em :P
Arwen sat up suddenly. She felt a burning ache in her heart. One she wished she had not felt. It was a cry. A cry from a fellow elf. It was not so much a cry for help, as a cry announcing death was near. Arwen looked around the room. She felt the pain in her chest again. This time it was more distinct. It was direct. Direct from one heart to hers. The Evenstar needed to guesses to know who was crying out to her. Legolas. He was dying and he was asking her if he could. But she wouldn't let him. Arwen ran down to her grandmother's mirror, she was shocked to find Galadriel all ready sitting there. She had felt Legolas' cry too.
"He is asking to leave us."
Arwen blinked furiously, she wouldn't show her fear and pain. "He cannot."
"Arwen, Ríanna vanima. Let him go." Galadriel whispered softly. "He is in *pain*. Cant you see it?" she gestured towards the mirror.
Arwen didn't want to look into the mirror in fear of what she saw. "Must I see?" she murmured. Galadriel simply nodded. Arwen stepped forth. The water shimmered lightly. Images flickered and shifted in front of her eyes. She suddenly saw a disturbing image. The limp body of an elf. Blond hair dirtied and burned hung over his face making him unrecognisable. But not to Arwen. She noticed a gash around his bared navel and a large 'S' snaking its way down his chest. The wheel had stopped spinning and there were no Orc's to be seen, let alone Saruman. The elf did not even blink. Arwen gasped. No! He couldn't have given up the fight. Not now. The image flickered away and she was left staring at her own reflection.
Galadriel cocked her head sadly. "My dear child"
Arwen could say naught. Sorrow filled sobs racked her weary body. She soon found her self enveloped in her grandmother's arms. And her fears swept away from her in an instant.
***
Aragorn led the men on the way to Isengard. They were close enough to smell the fell Orc's and the burning of wood. There was a sense of death, pain and hatred in the air.
"Aragorn. We draw near." Cried Haldir, careful to make himself heard. "My men should rest. As should yours. I do not sense that Saruman will give up the Prince without a fight."
Aragorn nodded, there was a large group of men and elves side by side ready to fight. The Mirkwood elves wished to take Isengard from the back, attack from both sides. Aragorn thought this a great approach and was pleased the Lorien elves were fighting by his men's side. "We must not rest for long. Saruman will have spies watching us at all times. I fear our presence has already been sensed. We must take enough time for our men to regain their strength. Then we must move on."
Haldir silently agreed and instructed the elves to dismount, as Aragorn did to his men. There was an air of vengeance in the armies. He knew this was a battle they were going to win.
***
Legolas lay limp, his head lolled on his shoulder and his hair fell over his eyes. His whole body felt limp. He wanted to give up. He knew Arwen had heard his cry. She had returned it but not as he had wished. She was not going to let him leave. This only made him hate Saruman more, for all the torture he was feeling. He opened his heavy eyes and searched the crowd of Orcs. He was relieved when he did not set eyes on the fell wizard immediately, but his heart sank like a stone.
"Ah. You awaken." Hissed a voice.
Legolas did not raise his head.
"Silence is brave on your part *elf*" Saruman spat fiercely. He forced one of Legolas' own arrows under the elf's chin, raising his head. Saruman noticed the burning hatred in his eyes. "What is wrong elf? You do not like it here?"
"You have a forked tongue Saruman. Just let me die."
"No. I want to linger on your pain and despair a little longer. It is fun to watch such a noble race fall from grace."
"I am not going to represent my race to you Saruman."
"So so brave. But is it not true that *another* has also fallen from grace?"
Legolas' eyes narrowed. "I know not of whom you speak."
"Oh but you do. The Fallenstar."
Evenstar. Arwen.
"Because she is betrothed. I am right aren't I? And it is to *your* best friend. But *you* love the Star too. And now she has you babe that human wont have a chance will he? What great friends you two are."
Hearing Saruman speak of Arwen as such made his skin crawl. "You know naught." Fumed Legolas.
"Oh I know more than you think." Saruman paused. "Let's play a new game." He mused. Moving closer to Legolas. "This game is called 'See how many elves and men my Orc's can kill'"
Legolas felt something in his soul light up. Hope. Aragorn and Haldir had brought men, and no doubt his father with them.
"I leave you now elf. But I promise you have not seen the back of me." Saruman raised his staff and vanished like the wind, just as thousands of Elven arrows rained down through the ground.
A/N: Hi! Glad to be back! Thank you for your reviews. stylin*bebe In reply to your question. No, Aragorn doesn't know about the child being Legolas'. He thinks it is his own. He only saw em making out. I know that you see Saruman ripping up trees for the first time in FOTR but I don't care. This is my story so nyah!
Arwen sat up suddenly. She felt a burning ache in her heart. One she wished she had not felt. It was a cry. A cry from a fellow elf. It was not so much a cry for help, as a cry announcing death was near. Arwen looked around the room. She felt the pain in her chest again. This time it was more distinct. It was direct. Direct from one heart to hers. The Evenstar needed to guesses to know who was crying out to her. Legolas. He was dying and he was asking her if he could. But she wouldn't let him. Arwen ran down to her grandmother's mirror, she was shocked to find Galadriel all ready sitting there. She had felt Legolas' cry too.
"He is asking to leave us."
Arwen blinked furiously, she wouldn't show her fear and pain. "He cannot."
"Arwen, Ríanna vanima. Let him go." Galadriel whispered softly. "He is in *pain*. Cant you see it?" she gestured towards the mirror.
Arwen didn't want to look into the mirror in fear of what she saw. "Must I see?" she murmured. Galadriel simply nodded. Arwen stepped forth. The water shimmered lightly. Images flickered and shifted in front of her eyes. She suddenly saw a disturbing image. The limp body of an elf. Blond hair dirtied and burned hung over his face making him unrecognisable. But not to Arwen. She noticed a gash around his bared navel and a large 'S' snaking its way down his chest. The wheel had stopped spinning and there were no Orc's to be seen, let alone Saruman. The elf did not even blink. Arwen gasped. No! He couldn't have given up the fight. Not now. The image flickered away and she was left staring at her own reflection.
Galadriel cocked her head sadly. "My dear child"
Arwen could say naught. Sorrow filled sobs racked her weary body. She soon found her self enveloped in her grandmother's arms. And her fears swept away from her in an instant.
***
Aragorn led the men on the way to Isengard. They were close enough to smell the fell Orc's and the burning of wood. There was a sense of death, pain and hatred in the air.
"Aragorn. We draw near." Cried Haldir, careful to make himself heard. "My men should rest. As should yours. I do not sense that Saruman will give up the Prince without a fight."
Aragorn nodded, there was a large group of men and elves side by side ready to fight. The Mirkwood elves wished to take Isengard from the back, attack from both sides. Aragorn thought this a great approach and was pleased the Lorien elves were fighting by his men's side. "We must not rest for long. Saruman will have spies watching us at all times. I fear our presence has already been sensed. We must take enough time for our men to regain their strength. Then we must move on."
Haldir silently agreed and instructed the elves to dismount, as Aragorn did to his men. There was an air of vengeance in the armies. He knew this was a battle they were going to win.
***
Legolas lay limp, his head lolled on his shoulder and his hair fell over his eyes. His whole body felt limp. He wanted to give up. He knew Arwen had heard his cry. She had returned it but not as he had wished. She was not going to let him leave. This only made him hate Saruman more, for all the torture he was feeling. He opened his heavy eyes and searched the crowd of Orcs. He was relieved when he did not set eyes on the fell wizard immediately, but his heart sank like a stone.
"Ah. You awaken." Hissed a voice.
Legolas did not raise his head.
"Silence is brave on your part *elf*" Saruman spat fiercely. He forced one of Legolas' own arrows under the elf's chin, raising his head. Saruman noticed the burning hatred in his eyes. "What is wrong elf? You do not like it here?"
"You have a forked tongue Saruman. Just let me die."
"No. I want to linger on your pain and despair a little longer. It is fun to watch such a noble race fall from grace."
"I am not going to represent my race to you Saruman."
"So so brave. But is it not true that *another* has also fallen from grace?"
Legolas' eyes narrowed. "I know not of whom you speak."
"Oh but you do. The Fallenstar."
Evenstar. Arwen.
"Because she is betrothed. I am right aren't I? And it is to *your* best friend. But *you* love the Star too. And now she has you babe that human wont have a chance will he? What great friends you two are."
Hearing Saruman speak of Arwen as such made his skin crawl. "You know naught." Fumed Legolas.
"Oh I know more than you think." Saruman paused. "Let's play a new game." He mused. Moving closer to Legolas. "This game is called 'See how many elves and men my Orc's can kill'"
Legolas felt something in his soul light up. Hope. Aragorn and Haldir had brought men, and no doubt his father with them.
"I leave you now elf. But I promise you have not seen the back of me." Saruman raised his staff and vanished like the wind, just as thousands of Elven arrows rained down through the ground.
A/N: Hi! Glad to be back! Thank you for your reviews. stylin*bebe In reply to your question. No, Aragorn doesn't know about the child being Legolas'. He thinks it is his own. He only saw em making out. I know that you see Saruman ripping up trees for the first time in FOTR but I don't care. This is my story so nyah!