DISCLAIMER- NOT MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!!!! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO DO
THESE?!?!?!?!...
Ok, I've calmed down a bit now...
Review replies...
Legolas's fanatical fan girl- Legolas might live... or he might die a hideous, painful death... what do you think I'll choose?! =D Well, you're gonna have to wait and see...
Ebony Falcon- I'm writing! =)
Lady Lenna- Yup, complete control... *Mwuhahahahaha!!!* Jumping off the balcony huh? Hmm... let's see...
Elf-Girl- B-banishing g-gun?!?! 8. I'm just gonna protect my bad guy until the story's over... no offence. However, when the story is *finished* (AND ONLY WHEN IT IS FINISHED!!!) I will give you full permission to use banishing guns, flamethrowers, bazookas, missiles, nuclear weapons, rotten tomatoes, etc. upon his candy ass. Happy? =)
On with the story then...
~*~*~*~
The old oak tree was just verging onto the balcony. It is very well known that elves are superb climbers, and even one in a trance-like state is of no exception. To be quite honest, if anyone had been wandering around the palace of Mirkwood at that time of night, they probably wouldn't have thought anything of seeing their prince climbing down one- true, it was something he'd been reprimanded by his father for countless times for that pastime- but they may have thought something, if they'd have seen it, of the darkness that filled his eyes; blackness.
Pure evil. But no-one was around, so not a single soul watched the Elf slip away into the dark woods...
He came to a clearing, and felt a mixture of relief and mounting fear when he stopped.
"What are you going to do?!" he pleaded, unable to mask the fear in his trembling voice.
"Wait and see..." whispered Saurar maliciously. Legolas' breath caught in his throat as his hand strayed to one of his small daggers. "You should think yourself lucky," he heard the malevolent shadow lord hissed. "Being in this state numbs the pain."
Legolas recoiled in horror as he held up his hand; he couldn't stop himself. He felt a burning sensation, a raging fire through his finger as he slit it open- he felt his eyes growing wide in horror, but no pain.
"Now, I'm not an un-sporting person," laughed Saurar coldly. "I think your friends deserve fair warning..." The angst was unbelievable for the poor Elf, as he paced up to an old birch tree...
~*~*~*~
"Come on, we have to find him!" Tathiel called back anxiously. She was becoming unbearably impatient with Aragorn and Gimli.
"By the Valar, they are so slow!" she thought. They had followed her brother's light footprints, barely traceable in the soil, and were now deep in the trees of Mirkwood.
"Cursed girl!" grumbled Gimli, breathing hard as he ran. "Just like her brother... rushing around... never a moments peace! When we find that crazy elf... I'm going to kill him!"
Aragorn couldn't help but smile, even though the situation was very serious, the constant bickering between his two best friends was always comforting, especially during the Dark Days of the Ring...
A high-pitched squeal from up ahead brought him out of his thoughts. "Here!" called Tathiel. "I've found him! Come on, quickly!" The man and the dwarf picked up their paces, and following the little Elf's musical voice, they emerged into a clearing. What they saw was bemusing, and also shocking.
There, in the very centre of the clearing, lay Legolas. He looked to be unconscious, but when Aragorn managed to get a closer look, the Elf was, in actual fact, fast asleep, with his eyes closed.
"Is he alright?" asked Gimli.
"Yes," said Aragorn. "He's just asleep." He surveyed the panicked look coming from his dwarven friend, and carried on.
"Elves sleep with their eyes closed when they're exhausted. Do not fear, my friend," he said, but he did not let Gimli hear the rest of his sentence as the dwarf turned back towards the still and lifeless form; "yet."
Tathiel looked up at the king, desperate for some encouragement, but her gaze fell upon a nearby tree. A sharp intake of breath made Aragorn turn on his heel to see what was so unnerving...
There was writing on the tree. Elvish, if she was not mistaken. And what it read chilled the very blood pumping in her veins; Gurth a'Tel'quessir (Death to the Elf). The words were spinning in her mind; death... and it was everywhere. Not just written once on the tree, but again and again on all the trees surrounding the clearing. Written in Elvish. Written in pain. Written in blood...
"Tathiel?" The young elf turned to see Gimli holding her brothers hand, a look of confusion on his face. She did not need to answer; her expression let the dwarf know that she was listening. "I have known your brother for a good few years now, but never before have I noticed this..." His voice trailed off.
Tathiel's gaze fell onto Legolas' fingers. On the index finger there was something that she too had no recollection of. A long white scar ran all the way down his fingertip. When had he done that? She felt a twinge of apprehension run through her like a lightning bolt- Elven injuries only scarred when the wound was made by the Elf themselves...
~*~*~*~
Not too far away, a wizard, a half-elf, and four hobbits rode their mounts as swift as possible...
"There it is," said Gandalf. "Mirkwood Forest." The hobbits were amazed by the sight in front of them.
An immense forest spread out in front of them, the colossal silvery trees seemed to carry on for leagues. There was a crisp freshness in the air, and the birds sang a sweet morning song that seemed different from any other they had heard.
"It's beautiful," whispered Frodo.
Elrond sighed, "Yes, very beautiful, but when you consider what the birds sing of..."
Merry looked at the Elf-lord. "What? What do they sing of?" he asked.
"Sadness. A terrible sorrow has gripped this wonderful place. A sorrow I think we know well of..."
~*~*~*~
They made their way up to the gates of the palace, and the hobbits were relieved when the guards let them in right away. They really didn't want an inquest as to why they were here. As they made their way up the forested paths, they were met by stares and wonder from the Elves there; many of them had never seen a Halfling before.
Now Frodo realized how Legolas must have felt that time when he had invited everyone to a party in the Shire; to have people who are interested in your kind just stop and stare... well, it was really quite unnerving.
They approached the palace, and the hobbits felt a small wave of happiness flow over them when they saw Aragorn and Gimli at the doors.
"Strider!" cried Sam, and ran up to greet the former Ranger.
"Sam!" laughed Aragorn. "I take it that you no longer distrust that cloaked stranger from the inn at Bree?"
Sam looked up with flushed cheeks. "Well, no... But yes... oh, I'm confused..." The whole group laughed. Elrond gasped back his breath.
"Now Estel, what is wrong?"
Aragorn's heart felt heavy. "Gimli, please take the hobbits through to, shall we say, the kitchens?" He smiled when he saw their eyes light up, Pippin's in particular. As they rushed away to find their feast, Aragorn turned back to Gandalf and Elrond.
"It might take a while to explain..."
~*~*~*~
Ok, you know the drill... R+R!
"Why?" I hear you say... well, dearies, let's look at the equation...
REVIEWS= NEW CHAPTERS.
NO REVIEWS= NO NEW CHAPTERS.
Get it? =)
Ok, I've calmed down a bit now...
Review replies...
Legolas's fanatical fan girl- Legolas might live... or he might die a hideous, painful death... what do you think I'll choose?! =D Well, you're gonna have to wait and see...
Ebony Falcon- I'm writing! =)
Lady Lenna- Yup, complete control... *Mwuhahahahaha!!!* Jumping off the balcony huh? Hmm... let's see...
Elf-Girl- B-banishing g-gun?!?! 8. I'm just gonna protect my bad guy until the story's over... no offence. However, when the story is *finished* (AND ONLY WHEN IT IS FINISHED!!!) I will give you full permission to use banishing guns, flamethrowers, bazookas, missiles, nuclear weapons, rotten tomatoes, etc. upon his candy ass. Happy? =)
On with the story then...
~*~*~*~
The old oak tree was just verging onto the balcony. It is very well known that elves are superb climbers, and even one in a trance-like state is of no exception. To be quite honest, if anyone had been wandering around the palace of Mirkwood at that time of night, they probably wouldn't have thought anything of seeing their prince climbing down one- true, it was something he'd been reprimanded by his father for countless times for that pastime- but they may have thought something, if they'd have seen it, of the darkness that filled his eyes; blackness.
Pure evil. But no-one was around, so not a single soul watched the Elf slip away into the dark woods...
He came to a clearing, and felt a mixture of relief and mounting fear when he stopped.
"What are you going to do?!" he pleaded, unable to mask the fear in his trembling voice.
"Wait and see..." whispered Saurar maliciously. Legolas' breath caught in his throat as his hand strayed to one of his small daggers. "You should think yourself lucky," he heard the malevolent shadow lord hissed. "Being in this state numbs the pain."
Legolas recoiled in horror as he held up his hand; he couldn't stop himself. He felt a burning sensation, a raging fire through his finger as he slit it open- he felt his eyes growing wide in horror, but no pain.
"Now, I'm not an un-sporting person," laughed Saurar coldly. "I think your friends deserve fair warning..." The angst was unbelievable for the poor Elf, as he paced up to an old birch tree...
~*~*~*~
"Come on, we have to find him!" Tathiel called back anxiously. She was becoming unbearably impatient with Aragorn and Gimli.
"By the Valar, they are so slow!" she thought. They had followed her brother's light footprints, barely traceable in the soil, and were now deep in the trees of Mirkwood.
"Cursed girl!" grumbled Gimli, breathing hard as he ran. "Just like her brother... rushing around... never a moments peace! When we find that crazy elf... I'm going to kill him!"
Aragorn couldn't help but smile, even though the situation was very serious, the constant bickering between his two best friends was always comforting, especially during the Dark Days of the Ring...
A high-pitched squeal from up ahead brought him out of his thoughts. "Here!" called Tathiel. "I've found him! Come on, quickly!" The man and the dwarf picked up their paces, and following the little Elf's musical voice, they emerged into a clearing. What they saw was bemusing, and also shocking.
There, in the very centre of the clearing, lay Legolas. He looked to be unconscious, but when Aragorn managed to get a closer look, the Elf was, in actual fact, fast asleep, with his eyes closed.
"Is he alright?" asked Gimli.
"Yes," said Aragorn. "He's just asleep." He surveyed the panicked look coming from his dwarven friend, and carried on.
"Elves sleep with their eyes closed when they're exhausted. Do not fear, my friend," he said, but he did not let Gimli hear the rest of his sentence as the dwarf turned back towards the still and lifeless form; "yet."
Tathiel looked up at the king, desperate for some encouragement, but her gaze fell upon a nearby tree. A sharp intake of breath made Aragorn turn on his heel to see what was so unnerving...
There was writing on the tree. Elvish, if she was not mistaken. And what it read chilled the very blood pumping in her veins; Gurth a'Tel'quessir (Death to the Elf). The words were spinning in her mind; death... and it was everywhere. Not just written once on the tree, but again and again on all the trees surrounding the clearing. Written in Elvish. Written in pain. Written in blood...
"Tathiel?" The young elf turned to see Gimli holding her brothers hand, a look of confusion on his face. She did not need to answer; her expression let the dwarf know that she was listening. "I have known your brother for a good few years now, but never before have I noticed this..." His voice trailed off.
Tathiel's gaze fell onto Legolas' fingers. On the index finger there was something that she too had no recollection of. A long white scar ran all the way down his fingertip. When had he done that? She felt a twinge of apprehension run through her like a lightning bolt- Elven injuries only scarred when the wound was made by the Elf themselves...
~*~*~*~
Not too far away, a wizard, a half-elf, and four hobbits rode their mounts as swift as possible...
"There it is," said Gandalf. "Mirkwood Forest." The hobbits were amazed by the sight in front of them.
An immense forest spread out in front of them, the colossal silvery trees seemed to carry on for leagues. There was a crisp freshness in the air, and the birds sang a sweet morning song that seemed different from any other they had heard.
"It's beautiful," whispered Frodo.
Elrond sighed, "Yes, very beautiful, but when you consider what the birds sing of..."
Merry looked at the Elf-lord. "What? What do they sing of?" he asked.
"Sadness. A terrible sorrow has gripped this wonderful place. A sorrow I think we know well of..."
~*~*~*~
They made their way up to the gates of the palace, and the hobbits were relieved when the guards let them in right away. They really didn't want an inquest as to why they were here. As they made their way up the forested paths, they were met by stares and wonder from the Elves there; many of them had never seen a Halfling before.
Now Frodo realized how Legolas must have felt that time when he had invited everyone to a party in the Shire; to have people who are interested in your kind just stop and stare... well, it was really quite unnerving.
They approached the palace, and the hobbits felt a small wave of happiness flow over them when they saw Aragorn and Gimli at the doors.
"Strider!" cried Sam, and ran up to greet the former Ranger.
"Sam!" laughed Aragorn. "I take it that you no longer distrust that cloaked stranger from the inn at Bree?"
Sam looked up with flushed cheeks. "Well, no... But yes... oh, I'm confused..." The whole group laughed. Elrond gasped back his breath.
"Now Estel, what is wrong?"
Aragorn's heart felt heavy. "Gimli, please take the hobbits through to, shall we say, the kitchens?" He smiled when he saw their eyes light up, Pippin's in particular. As they rushed away to find their feast, Aragorn turned back to Gandalf and Elrond.
"It might take a while to explain..."
~*~*~*~
Ok, you know the drill... R+R!
"Why?" I hear you say... well, dearies, let's look at the equation...
REVIEWS= NEW CHAPTERS.
NO REVIEWS= NO NEW CHAPTERS.
Get it? =)