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Ok, review replies!
Gwyn- Yay! I'm afraid I can't make any promises about leaving again, but I try my hardest to stay, really I do! ^_^
Gilrean3- Yes, I had an excellent holiday! I'm glad you like it. Oh, yeah, about Narn î hin... I'm afraid I'm going through a bit of writers block for that at the moment, but I promise that the second I write it, I'll put it up! I've got the entire story set out and everything, but it's just making it *sound* good. ^_^
KnowInsight- You're never happy, are you?! ^_^ Was this too distant? I'm expecting a 'yes' answer...
Coolio02- Thank you!
Irish QT- Ta very much!
Lady Lenna- Yeah, I'm back! (Hears various groans from readers) Oi! Yeah, I thought he deserved a bit of a break, but count on this; he ain't gonna have peace for too long! I know I'm evil! =D I invented the word!... ok, maybe not, but you know what I mean!
On with my longest story yet!
~*~*~*~
That night, a calm warm breeze blew through the trees. The full moon was high in the sky, and its silvery rays were reflected in Tathiel's long blonde hair. She was watching those same stars that she'd talked to Sam about earlier that day, and they danced and twinkled merrily above the tree tops.
Below the large tree that she sat in, Legolas was on watch, busying himself by re-stringing his bow and sharpening his arrow tips. The night held a cool and peaceful serenity to it... but all good things must come to an end.
He heard it again.
"No!" thought Legolas. "No, not him again! Gandalf got rid of him; I shouldn't be hearing him, no!"
Still that silky smooth voice carried through on the once peace-omened wind.
"Oh, you thought you'd gotten away?" Saurar laughed. "Yes, I thought I'd give you a break for a while. But now, now little Elven Prince, I have returned, I've come back with a vengeance! And guess what?" The evil Shadow- lord cackled again. "I have decided to show your friends just how 'loyal' you truly are to them. Now... who to choose?"
He paused, and Legolas held his breath, not knowing what Saurar was going to do.
"Ah, yes... the King! Yes, I know you've been friends for a long time... perfect."
Legolas cringed inside as Saurar broke through Gandalf's spell and forced the young Elf to do his bidding; he felt a rush of fear rip through him as he took up one of his long knifes and proceeded to where Aragorn was fast asleep...
~*~*~*~
Aragorn didn't know why, but his passive dream was suddenly interrupted by a terrible sense of foreboding.
"What's wrong now?" he wondered to himself. He let that inevitable feeling of awareness wash over him, and he opened his eyes just in time to see one of his best friends standing over him.
"Legolas?" he whispered hoarsely, wondering what was wrong with his Elven friend. His wonder turned swiftly to alarm as Legolas grinned maliciously. His eyes flashed darkly and dangerously.
"Guess again," he hissed.
Aragorn only just managed to roll out of the way as one of his supposed 'friend's' white-handled knifes whistled down to where his head was barely seconds before.
"Legolas?! By Manwë, what's the matter with you?!" He already knew though; Saurar was back, and taking a cold-blooded revenge. He snatched up his sword from the ground beside his bed-roll, promising himself to use it for defense only, not attack. It was needed for the former purpose immediately, as he dodged a fierce blow to his head.
"Legolas! Stop!" he pleaded, raising his blade to block another swing of Legolas' twin knifes.
"Gandalf! Help!" The wizard was lifted from the depths of a dreamless sleep, as were Tathiel and the hobbits, and they were all stunned to see their two companions fighting. Then Gandalf knew. His spell had worn off. Saurar had regained control over the Elf.
"Legolas! This is Gandalf. You know what you have to do, fight him, go on Legolas, I know you can!" His words seemed to go unheeded, and panic hit him as Aragorn's sword was swept from his grasp with a swift flick of the Elf's wrist.
The knife swept up to Aragorn's throat with a deadly speed, the Man was helpless. Gandalf shut his eyes tight to avoid watching his friend's inevitable death...
The sound of metal slicing through a neck never came however. Gandalf opened his eyes to see Legolas standing tensely, as though he was resisting some will, his knife pressed against Aragorn's throat hard, but not cutting or drawing blood. Aragorn had a look of pure fear in his eyes.
"Legolas," he paused as the blade was pushed harder against his neck. "Legolas please, it's me, you know? Your friend, Aragorn, it's me, Legolas, please; take the sword down, please."
Legolas looked intently at the man. His eyes showed that he was fighting the Shadow, but it was difficult... and the darkness appeared to be winning. Aragorn looked into the Elf's eyes, which were dark and foreboding.
"Please?" he said quietly. Legolas blinked, and the dimness that was around his eyes disappeared. The sword dropped from his hand in shock. His eyes opened wide, and his mouth dropped open slightly. His face paled into a sickly white colour; he was going into shock. Tathiel was the first to speak.
"Legolas, it's alright, you didn't know." she said soothingly, trying to calm her brother down. Legolas turned his head, and the tearful look in his eyes was that of fear, confusion, regret and guilt. He started shivering as the full enormity of what he'd just done set in. Shaking his head, he ran off into the forest.
Aragorn looked very shaken, but still managed to call after his friend to come back, but the Elf never turned round.
"I'd better go after him." said Aragorn, and followed Legolas' path. "And I as well," said Gimli, and also ran in between the dark trees. Tathiel, Gandalf and the hobbits were left.
"Oh dear. I have a bad feeling about this, a very bad feeling..." muttered Gandalf to himself. Tathiel frowned.
"Why, Gandalf? Why do you feel bad?" she asked the white haired Istari. Gandalf turned to her.
"Because my dear, wherever those three go, trouble never seems to be too far behind..."
~*~*~*~
He couldn't believe it. He'd just tried to kill Aragorn. Legolas sat down on a large knotted tree root and let things run over in his mind. He didn't care if Saurar came to him again, all he had to do was stay away from the others and they wouldn't get hurt. His peace was shattered when a familiar voice filtered through the air.
"Legolas? Come on, I know that you are around here somewhere!" called Aragorn. Legolas sighed with irritation; he wanted to be on his own! Why couldn't the man see that?! His fuming caused him not to notice Aragorn and Gimli come up behind him.
"Now Master Elf. Do you care to return to camp, or will we have to drag you back kicking and screaming, like only an Elf such as yourself could manage?" said Gimli, meaning to sound cheerful.
His chuckling stopped when Legolas gave him a glare that had been perfected over a good few many years of long years of Elven immortality. If looks could kill, the Dwarf would have been in a coffin under the ground by now.
"Don't you two understand?! I. Want. To. Be. ALONE!" shouted Legolas, emphasizing each word. Aragorn grumbled to himself something about stubborn Elves, and then paced after Legolas, who was making attempts to walk away.
"No you don't! Look, Legolas, please try to understand," he said, looking at the Elf with a face that pleaded. "We don't want you getting caught on your own when Saurar comes back. Alright?" The Elf looked at him, and Aragorn realized there were tears in Legolas' eyes.
"No, Aragorn. Now I want you to understand- I cannot control it. So if any of you are near, then someone is going to get hurt. And I wouldn't be able to live with that." he finished, saying the last line with a touch of formality. Gimli looked at his friend up and down; he was in the famous little pose of his known as the 'Thranduil Stance'.
It was aptly named, seeing as he looked just like his father when he did it; arms folded, glaring, and looking as though a thousand Balrogs wouldn't be able handle him.
"Very typical." thought Gimli. However, Legolas' mimicry of his father was cut short by a screech coming through the darkened trees.
"What is that?" asked Gimli quietly, his voice betraying his fear. Aragorn looked confused and alarmed, but Legolas looked terrified, his wide eyes and open mouth showing that he knew what this terror was.
It took the Elf a second to find his voice, but when he did, his companions heard a name uttered that they had truly believed the three of them had left behind after the War of the Ring...
"Orcs..."
~*~*~*~
I hope that didn't get your pulse racing too much. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Tell me by following these simple words; R+R...
Ok, review replies!
Gwyn- Yay! I'm afraid I can't make any promises about leaving again, but I try my hardest to stay, really I do! ^_^
Gilrean3- Yes, I had an excellent holiday! I'm glad you like it. Oh, yeah, about Narn î hin... I'm afraid I'm going through a bit of writers block for that at the moment, but I promise that the second I write it, I'll put it up! I've got the entire story set out and everything, but it's just making it *sound* good. ^_^
KnowInsight- You're never happy, are you?! ^_^ Was this too distant? I'm expecting a 'yes' answer...
Coolio02- Thank you!
Irish QT- Ta very much!
Lady Lenna- Yeah, I'm back! (Hears various groans from readers) Oi! Yeah, I thought he deserved a bit of a break, but count on this; he ain't gonna have peace for too long! I know I'm evil! =D I invented the word!... ok, maybe not, but you know what I mean!
On with my longest story yet!
~*~*~*~
That night, a calm warm breeze blew through the trees. The full moon was high in the sky, and its silvery rays were reflected in Tathiel's long blonde hair. She was watching those same stars that she'd talked to Sam about earlier that day, and they danced and twinkled merrily above the tree tops.
Below the large tree that she sat in, Legolas was on watch, busying himself by re-stringing his bow and sharpening his arrow tips. The night held a cool and peaceful serenity to it... but all good things must come to an end.
He heard it again.
"No!" thought Legolas. "No, not him again! Gandalf got rid of him; I shouldn't be hearing him, no!"
Still that silky smooth voice carried through on the once peace-omened wind.
"Oh, you thought you'd gotten away?" Saurar laughed. "Yes, I thought I'd give you a break for a while. But now, now little Elven Prince, I have returned, I've come back with a vengeance! And guess what?" The evil Shadow- lord cackled again. "I have decided to show your friends just how 'loyal' you truly are to them. Now... who to choose?"
He paused, and Legolas held his breath, not knowing what Saurar was going to do.
"Ah, yes... the King! Yes, I know you've been friends for a long time... perfect."
Legolas cringed inside as Saurar broke through Gandalf's spell and forced the young Elf to do his bidding; he felt a rush of fear rip through him as he took up one of his long knifes and proceeded to where Aragorn was fast asleep...
~*~*~*~
Aragorn didn't know why, but his passive dream was suddenly interrupted by a terrible sense of foreboding.
"What's wrong now?" he wondered to himself. He let that inevitable feeling of awareness wash over him, and he opened his eyes just in time to see one of his best friends standing over him.
"Legolas?" he whispered hoarsely, wondering what was wrong with his Elven friend. His wonder turned swiftly to alarm as Legolas grinned maliciously. His eyes flashed darkly and dangerously.
"Guess again," he hissed.
Aragorn only just managed to roll out of the way as one of his supposed 'friend's' white-handled knifes whistled down to where his head was barely seconds before.
"Legolas?! By Manwë, what's the matter with you?!" He already knew though; Saurar was back, and taking a cold-blooded revenge. He snatched up his sword from the ground beside his bed-roll, promising himself to use it for defense only, not attack. It was needed for the former purpose immediately, as he dodged a fierce blow to his head.
"Legolas! Stop!" he pleaded, raising his blade to block another swing of Legolas' twin knifes.
"Gandalf! Help!" The wizard was lifted from the depths of a dreamless sleep, as were Tathiel and the hobbits, and they were all stunned to see their two companions fighting. Then Gandalf knew. His spell had worn off. Saurar had regained control over the Elf.
"Legolas! This is Gandalf. You know what you have to do, fight him, go on Legolas, I know you can!" His words seemed to go unheeded, and panic hit him as Aragorn's sword was swept from his grasp with a swift flick of the Elf's wrist.
The knife swept up to Aragorn's throat with a deadly speed, the Man was helpless. Gandalf shut his eyes tight to avoid watching his friend's inevitable death...
The sound of metal slicing through a neck never came however. Gandalf opened his eyes to see Legolas standing tensely, as though he was resisting some will, his knife pressed against Aragorn's throat hard, but not cutting or drawing blood. Aragorn had a look of pure fear in his eyes.
"Legolas," he paused as the blade was pushed harder against his neck. "Legolas please, it's me, you know? Your friend, Aragorn, it's me, Legolas, please; take the sword down, please."
Legolas looked intently at the man. His eyes showed that he was fighting the Shadow, but it was difficult... and the darkness appeared to be winning. Aragorn looked into the Elf's eyes, which were dark and foreboding.
"Please?" he said quietly. Legolas blinked, and the dimness that was around his eyes disappeared. The sword dropped from his hand in shock. His eyes opened wide, and his mouth dropped open slightly. His face paled into a sickly white colour; he was going into shock. Tathiel was the first to speak.
"Legolas, it's alright, you didn't know." she said soothingly, trying to calm her brother down. Legolas turned his head, and the tearful look in his eyes was that of fear, confusion, regret and guilt. He started shivering as the full enormity of what he'd just done set in. Shaking his head, he ran off into the forest.
Aragorn looked very shaken, but still managed to call after his friend to come back, but the Elf never turned round.
"I'd better go after him." said Aragorn, and followed Legolas' path. "And I as well," said Gimli, and also ran in between the dark trees. Tathiel, Gandalf and the hobbits were left.
"Oh dear. I have a bad feeling about this, a very bad feeling..." muttered Gandalf to himself. Tathiel frowned.
"Why, Gandalf? Why do you feel bad?" she asked the white haired Istari. Gandalf turned to her.
"Because my dear, wherever those three go, trouble never seems to be too far behind..."
~*~*~*~
He couldn't believe it. He'd just tried to kill Aragorn. Legolas sat down on a large knotted tree root and let things run over in his mind. He didn't care if Saurar came to him again, all he had to do was stay away from the others and they wouldn't get hurt. His peace was shattered when a familiar voice filtered through the air.
"Legolas? Come on, I know that you are around here somewhere!" called Aragorn. Legolas sighed with irritation; he wanted to be on his own! Why couldn't the man see that?! His fuming caused him not to notice Aragorn and Gimli come up behind him.
"Now Master Elf. Do you care to return to camp, or will we have to drag you back kicking and screaming, like only an Elf such as yourself could manage?" said Gimli, meaning to sound cheerful.
His chuckling stopped when Legolas gave him a glare that had been perfected over a good few many years of long years of Elven immortality. If looks could kill, the Dwarf would have been in a coffin under the ground by now.
"Don't you two understand?! I. Want. To. Be. ALONE!" shouted Legolas, emphasizing each word. Aragorn grumbled to himself something about stubborn Elves, and then paced after Legolas, who was making attempts to walk away.
"No you don't! Look, Legolas, please try to understand," he said, looking at the Elf with a face that pleaded. "We don't want you getting caught on your own when Saurar comes back. Alright?" The Elf looked at him, and Aragorn realized there were tears in Legolas' eyes.
"No, Aragorn. Now I want you to understand- I cannot control it. So if any of you are near, then someone is going to get hurt. And I wouldn't be able to live with that." he finished, saying the last line with a touch of formality. Gimli looked at his friend up and down; he was in the famous little pose of his known as the 'Thranduil Stance'.
It was aptly named, seeing as he looked just like his father when he did it; arms folded, glaring, and looking as though a thousand Balrogs wouldn't be able handle him.
"Very typical." thought Gimli. However, Legolas' mimicry of his father was cut short by a screech coming through the darkened trees.
"What is that?" asked Gimli quietly, his voice betraying his fear. Aragorn looked confused and alarmed, but Legolas looked terrified, his wide eyes and open mouth showing that he knew what this terror was.
It took the Elf a second to find his voice, but when he did, his companions heard a name uttered that they had truly believed the three of them had left behind after the War of the Ring...
"Orcs..."
~*~*~*~
I hope that didn't get your pulse racing too much. Did you like it? Did you hate it? Tell me by following these simple words; R+R...