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Disclaimers etc., available at beginning of chapter 1. Chapter 4: Naniel Legolas stopped and tensed, fear running through him. Saruman didn't sound happy. His heart pounded loudly. The wizard strode over and roughly grabbed his arm.
"Where have you been? Strider and I have been looking all over for you!" Saruman said. Legolas winced as his grip tightened. The wizard's tone was light but his eyes flashed angrily.
Saruman turned his attention to the female Elf standing beside them. "Naniel, did you need something?" he asked pleasantly.
"I was just wondering were I could wash up." she replied.
"Just down the hall to your left." he said, smiling.
"Thank you." She said, and hurried off in that direction. As soon as she was out of earshot, Saruman turned to face Legolas. His eyes flashed angrily.
"Do you remember our little deal?" The wizard demanded. Legolas had never seen him so angry.
"What deal?" Legolas asked, trying to keep the nervous quiver out of his voice.
"Don't talk to anyone and you won't get in trouble, remember?" Saruman's grim tightened on the Elf's arm as he said those words. Legolas didn't reply.
"Perhaps not," Saruman said. He jerked, almost pulling Legolas off his feet. Legolas resisted the urge to fight as Saruman dragged him down the hall. He'd learned long ago not to fight.
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"Get up" Saruman said. The elf ignored the wizard.
"I said get up!" Saruman repeated, angry. As he tried to pull Legolas to his feet, the elf grabbed Saruman's arm. With his arms unable to move, Legolas easily backhanded the wizard's jaw. Saruman stumbled slightly. In his moment of weakness, Legolas slammed Saruman into the wall, his hand wrapped around the wizard's throat. The elf grabbed Saruman's sword and raised it.
"You should never have taken me," he growled.
"Is that so." The wizard replied. Before Legolas could react, the powerful wizard threw him away. He slid across the floor, the sword clattering just out of his reach. Indescribable pain shot through him. He felt as if his veins were on fire and that his skin was being pulled off his body.
"NEVER fight me." The wizard said menacingly, before the world slid into blackness.
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He was dragged for several minutes before Aragorn came around the corner, almost crashing into Saruman. The human looked from Legolas to Saruman slowly, unsure of what to do. Legolas looked at his friend desperately, wanting nothing more than to be from of Saruman's bruising grip.
"Legolas," Aragorn said. "Where have you been? I need your help with some cleaning." For a second, Saruman's and Aragorn's eyes met, both glaring fiercely at the other. Reluctantly, Saruman released the Elf's arm who pulled away quickly.
"I don't want to see you again today." he said, and strode off. Legolas took a deep breath before turning to Aragorn.
"What happened?" The human asked worriedly.
"One of the guests asked me a question and Saruman saw." Legolas replied vaguely. "Come on, We have work to do."
******************* Naniel paced in her room. The name 'Legolas' sounded so familiar. "Where have I heard it before?" She thought for the hundredth time. Suddenly, it stuck her. Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. He had been a prince, son of king Thranduil. But someone had told her that Legolas had died. She shook her head. Maybe that was just what the Elf was called. If she could find him again, she would bring him to Lord Elrond. He would know. ******************* "We have to get out of here." Legolas said suddenly, glancing at Aragorn. The human nodded. Legolas had spent the last several minutes telling Aragorn about what had happened with the female Elf Saruman had called Naniel. It had been evident that she had recognized Legolas as an Elf and he was sure that Saruman was not happy about that. Legolas shuddered to think about what would happen if someone else recognized him.
A plan started to from in Aragorn's mind. If something happened to Saruman, then all organization and planning would be gone in Isengard. During the confusion, Legolas and Aragorn could slip away. Looking at his friend, Aragorn could see how desperate Legolas needed to escape. It was as though the Elf was falling apart before him. "I have a plan," Aragorn said suddenly. Legolas looked at him hopefully. He explained quickly and soon everything was set. Still, Legolas felt a flicker of doubt. If it didn't work, the results would be disastrous.
It took days before their plan could be put into action. That night Saruman was having a large banquet. The next night would be the party.
"Do you have it?" Legolas asked as he walked by Aragorn. The human nodded. He had managed to prepare a weak poison the night before. It probably wouldn't kill the wizard, but it would make him fairly ill for the next few weeks, and it would make him unconscious for several hours. Legolas would put the poison in Saruman's glass and Aragorn would make sure that Saruman got the correct glass. It all sounded so perfect when they talked about it, but it would be extremely difficult to put into action. Soon, Aragorn had slipped the poison into Legolas's hand. It wouldn't be long now.
Two hours later, Legolas stood in the kitchen preparing food. The poison was hidden in the pocket of his tunic. "Please let it work!" He pleaded silently to any listening gods. He had spent too long working for Saruman and was ready for a change. Aragorn quickly finished wiping one of the long tables needed for the banquet. Everything had to look perfect. He and Legolas had gone over the plan a million times. He smiled silently. It was going to work perfectly. While Saruman was unconscious, Aragorn could explain to all the guests that his party was a hoax. All he wanted was to get out.
Legolas shifted uncomfortably as the orc watching over their work edged closer to him. He had been cooking all day and was bored, sore and nervous. The party would begin in several minutes. One slave would be sent to get drinks Aragorn would offer to go with him. Legolas would have already put the poison in the cup and he would point out which one it was to Aragorn. Aragorn would make sure Saruman got it. After Saruman was unconscious, they would make their escape. The door in the corner opened and Aragorn entered with another slave following behind. The human quickly made his way towards Legolas, who was preparing the drinks. Aragorn situated himself between Legolas and the orc. The Elf dug the vial out of his pocket and dumped its continents into one of the glasses. He then positioned it so it would be easy to keep track of. It sat right in the middle of the tray. As Aragorn went to pick it up, the drink hissed violently. Aragorn coughed hard to cover the noise and quickly made his way out of the kitchen. Legolas followed close behind him and pressed his back against the wall, close enough to the doors that he could see what was going on through a small space between them.
Aragorn walked around the tables giving people glasses of wine. Finally, only Saruman and a female Elf were left. Aragorn picked up the poisoned glass and started to place it in front of Saruman.
"Wait a minute," The wizard said. "Why not give a guest her drink before me?" He indicated the Elf beside him. Aragorn quickly went to trade the poisoned glass for the other one the tray held. "Why not give her this one?" Saruman asked, gesturing at the poisoned glass. It was evident that the wizard knew that something was wrong with the wine. Aragorn wracked his brain for an answer, knowing he couldn't give the Elf poison. He and Saruman locked eyes for several seconds.
Saruman moved his hand so that he was holding Aragorn's wrist and gripped it tightly. As he grabbed it, the drink in Aragorn's hand spilled onto the table. As it hit the table, the drink bubbled slightly. Saruman's eyes flashed and a worried murmur passed through the quests.
"Would you mind coming with me for a minute?" Saruman asked Aragorn, his voice strained as the tried to control his anger. Fear ran through Aragorn and everything around him seemed to buzz. Saruman turned to his quests. "I'll be right back," he told them. He then hauled Aragorn out of the room and away from everyone.
Legolas watched as Aragorn passed drinks around the table and finally only Saruman and the Elf he had spoken to him were left. "What was her name again?" Legolas thought, "Oh right. Naniel." As Aragorn began to place the poisoned drink front of Saruman, the Elf felt hope well up inside of him. Saruman said something that made Aragorn stop altogether. The wizard then grabbed Aragorn's wrist and the drink spilled on the table. Legolas watched in horror as Saruman grabbed his friend's arm and dragged him off.
"No..." he whispered and pushed open the door. He managed to slip by the crowed unnoticed and ran down the hall.
"Aragorn?" He called desperately.
"Aragorn! Where are you?"
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Kurafoxgirl: I know that the paragraphs have problems. It wouldn't work when I uploaded it.
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Disclaimers etc., available at beginning of chapter 1. Chapter 4: Naniel Legolas stopped and tensed, fear running through him. Saruman didn't sound happy. His heart pounded loudly. The wizard strode over and roughly grabbed his arm.
"Where have you been? Strider and I have been looking all over for you!" Saruman said. Legolas winced as his grip tightened. The wizard's tone was light but his eyes flashed angrily.
Saruman turned his attention to the female Elf standing beside them. "Naniel, did you need something?" he asked pleasantly.
"I was just wondering were I could wash up." she replied.
"Just down the hall to your left." he said, smiling.
"Thank you." She said, and hurried off in that direction. As soon as she was out of earshot, Saruman turned to face Legolas. His eyes flashed angrily.
"Do you remember our little deal?" The wizard demanded. Legolas had never seen him so angry.
"What deal?" Legolas asked, trying to keep the nervous quiver out of his voice.
"Don't talk to anyone and you won't get in trouble, remember?" Saruman's grim tightened on the Elf's arm as he said those words. Legolas didn't reply.
"Perhaps not," Saruman said. He jerked, almost pulling Legolas off his feet. Legolas resisted the urge to fight as Saruman dragged him down the hall. He'd learned long ago not to fight.
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"Get up" Saruman said. The elf ignored the wizard.
"I said get up!" Saruman repeated, angry. As he tried to pull Legolas to his feet, the elf grabbed Saruman's arm. With his arms unable to move, Legolas easily backhanded the wizard's jaw. Saruman stumbled slightly. In his moment of weakness, Legolas slammed Saruman into the wall, his hand wrapped around the wizard's throat. The elf grabbed Saruman's sword and raised it.
"You should never have taken me," he growled.
"Is that so." The wizard replied. Before Legolas could react, the powerful wizard threw him away. He slid across the floor, the sword clattering just out of his reach. Indescribable pain shot through him. He felt as if his veins were on fire and that his skin was being pulled off his body.
"NEVER fight me." The wizard said menacingly, before the world slid into blackness.
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He was dragged for several minutes before Aragorn came around the corner, almost crashing into Saruman. The human looked from Legolas to Saruman slowly, unsure of what to do. Legolas looked at his friend desperately, wanting nothing more than to be from of Saruman's bruising grip.
"Legolas," Aragorn said. "Where have you been? I need your help with some cleaning." For a second, Saruman's and Aragorn's eyes met, both glaring fiercely at the other. Reluctantly, Saruman released the Elf's arm who pulled away quickly.
"I don't want to see you again today." he said, and strode off. Legolas took a deep breath before turning to Aragorn.
"What happened?" The human asked worriedly.
"One of the guests asked me a question and Saruman saw." Legolas replied vaguely. "Come on, We have work to do."
******************* Naniel paced in her room. The name 'Legolas' sounded so familiar. "Where have I heard it before?" She thought for the hundredth time. Suddenly, it stuck her. Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. He had been a prince, son of king Thranduil. But someone had told her that Legolas had died. She shook her head. Maybe that was just what the Elf was called. If she could find him again, she would bring him to Lord Elrond. He would know. ******************* "We have to get out of here." Legolas said suddenly, glancing at Aragorn. The human nodded. Legolas had spent the last several minutes telling Aragorn about what had happened with the female Elf Saruman had called Naniel. It had been evident that she had recognized Legolas as an Elf and he was sure that Saruman was not happy about that. Legolas shuddered to think about what would happen if someone else recognized him.
A plan started to from in Aragorn's mind. If something happened to Saruman, then all organization and planning would be gone in Isengard. During the confusion, Legolas and Aragorn could slip away. Looking at his friend, Aragorn could see how desperate Legolas needed to escape. It was as though the Elf was falling apart before him. "I have a plan," Aragorn said suddenly. Legolas looked at him hopefully. He explained quickly and soon everything was set. Still, Legolas felt a flicker of doubt. If it didn't work, the results would be disastrous.
It took days before their plan could be put into action. That night Saruman was having a large banquet. The next night would be the party.
"Do you have it?" Legolas asked as he walked by Aragorn. The human nodded. He had managed to prepare a weak poison the night before. It probably wouldn't kill the wizard, but it would make him fairly ill for the next few weeks, and it would make him unconscious for several hours. Legolas would put the poison in Saruman's glass and Aragorn would make sure that Saruman got the correct glass. It all sounded so perfect when they talked about it, but it would be extremely difficult to put into action. Soon, Aragorn had slipped the poison into Legolas's hand. It wouldn't be long now.
Two hours later, Legolas stood in the kitchen preparing food. The poison was hidden in the pocket of his tunic. "Please let it work!" He pleaded silently to any listening gods. He had spent too long working for Saruman and was ready for a change. Aragorn quickly finished wiping one of the long tables needed for the banquet. Everything had to look perfect. He and Legolas had gone over the plan a million times. He smiled silently. It was going to work perfectly. While Saruman was unconscious, Aragorn could explain to all the guests that his party was a hoax. All he wanted was to get out.
Legolas shifted uncomfortably as the orc watching over their work edged closer to him. He had been cooking all day and was bored, sore and nervous. The party would begin in several minutes. One slave would be sent to get drinks Aragorn would offer to go with him. Legolas would have already put the poison in the cup and he would point out which one it was to Aragorn. Aragorn would make sure Saruman got it. After Saruman was unconscious, they would make their escape. The door in the corner opened and Aragorn entered with another slave following behind. The human quickly made his way towards Legolas, who was preparing the drinks. Aragorn situated himself between Legolas and the orc. The Elf dug the vial out of his pocket and dumped its continents into one of the glasses. He then positioned it so it would be easy to keep track of. It sat right in the middle of the tray. As Aragorn went to pick it up, the drink hissed violently. Aragorn coughed hard to cover the noise and quickly made his way out of the kitchen. Legolas followed close behind him and pressed his back against the wall, close enough to the doors that he could see what was going on through a small space between them.
Aragorn walked around the tables giving people glasses of wine. Finally, only Saruman and a female Elf were left. Aragorn picked up the poisoned glass and started to place it in front of Saruman.
"Wait a minute," The wizard said. "Why not give a guest her drink before me?" He indicated the Elf beside him. Aragorn quickly went to trade the poisoned glass for the other one the tray held. "Why not give her this one?" Saruman asked, gesturing at the poisoned glass. It was evident that the wizard knew that something was wrong with the wine. Aragorn wracked his brain for an answer, knowing he couldn't give the Elf poison. He and Saruman locked eyes for several seconds.
Saruman moved his hand so that he was holding Aragorn's wrist and gripped it tightly. As he grabbed it, the drink in Aragorn's hand spilled onto the table. As it hit the table, the drink bubbled slightly. Saruman's eyes flashed and a worried murmur passed through the quests.
"Would you mind coming with me for a minute?" Saruman asked Aragorn, his voice strained as the tried to control his anger. Fear ran through Aragorn and everything around him seemed to buzz. Saruman turned to his quests. "I'll be right back," he told them. He then hauled Aragorn out of the room and away from everyone.
Legolas watched as Aragorn passed drinks around the table and finally only Saruman and the Elf he had spoken to him were left. "What was her name again?" Legolas thought, "Oh right. Naniel." As Aragorn began to place the poisoned drink front of Saruman, the Elf felt hope well up inside of him. Saruman said something that made Aragorn stop altogether. The wizard then grabbed Aragorn's wrist and the drink spilled on the table. Legolas watched in horror as Saruman grabbed his friend's arm and dragged him off.
"No..." he whispered and pushed open the door. He managed to slip by the crowed unnoticed and ran down the hall.
"Aragorn?" He called desperately.
"Aragorn! Where are you?"