Tearing in two
Authors note: I have a great feeling about this fic, even though I don't really know what happens yet. Well I guess you don't like reading these so all I can say is 'read this R+R my others as well and I hope you enjoy'
Chapter one- the tearing of the Fellowship
The fellowship of 8 came to a sudden but needed stop, the four hobbits plonked themselves down in exhaustion while the others fought for strength to stay on their feet, all that is except Legolas. The blonde Mirkwood prince stood thoughtfully high up on a watch out boulder, listening to the wind and the rustling of the trees, they seemed to drift Legolas into a trance. The wind told him that danger was near, something would be coming. The trees rustled so violently that it at first alarmed Legolas, but as he concentrated, he could make out faint screaming and yells. At first it was faint, however the sound grew and grew, then suddenly boomed out so loud that it felt like Legolas' ears pierced and he stumbled back, falling onto his back in a dusty heap. The fellowship all spun round and looked on in amazement as they spied the elf pick himself up off the floor. There was a long silence before Gimli burst out laughing.
"How could an elf fall off a mere boulder! Legolas you're loosing your touch," he cried through his non-stop outbursts. The other members joined in the joke, as Legolas turned an unnatural shade(for an elf) of red. All laughed that is except for Aragorn, who stood at the back examining Legolas carefully.
"No way could've Legolas fallen like that, something is wrong and only Legolas knows about it." The ranger thought to himself.
After the laughter died down, the hobbits were busy making the dinner- or in this case, a mess, Boromir wandered off to gather firewood and Gimli had ran after the hobbits, making sure they would make too much of a mess. Aragorn made his way over to Legolas. He sat casually and pretended to clean his already gleaming weapon. Legolas was staring at his bow that lay on the floor, not even looking up at his friend.
"I thought you'd come and check on me," Legolas muttered, his voice showed still a sign of embarrassment.
"Legolas, you and I both know that you could not have possibly fallen of that rock unless something had pushed or startled you, you can tell me Legolas, I won't tell anyone if you want to keep it secret," Aragorn said putting down his sword. Legolas looked up and felt a slight twinge of anger running through him-how dare Aragorn treat him like a child, like one of the halflings, like he thought he could help by making him feel venerable. The elf turned round to face Aragorn and the ranger noticed a flash of warning in Legolas' blue clear eyes.
"Please Legolas, if there is something wrong tell me, I want to help you," Aragorn had began to speak in elvish so the others wouldn't hear.
"The only person who would understand such a problem as the one I have is Gandalf and we all know he is not coming back," Legolas replied back in Elvish, making the hobbits look up in surprise.
"What are they saying?" Pippin asked, for the only hobbit who could speak elvish was Frodo, but he could not pick up on all of the sentence, Frodo's face twisted into confusion as he repeated all that he could understand,
"Understand…problem…is…Gandalf…coming back," he finished off at barely a whisper and the hobbits stared at the two fighting in elvish.
Suddenly, with out warning Legolas snatched up his bow and swiftly left, knocking all the firewood out of Boromir's arms (seeing as Boromir had just returned). The man of Gondor huffed angrily but didn't say a word as Legolas ran out of the campsite.
Sauruman paced the round dark room, his orc servants blinked nervously every time he spun around.
"Are they ready yet?" he boomed at the guards surrounding him.
"Yes my lord, they are waiting for your command," one of the orcs said in a low scratchy voice.
"Good, send them out at once, tell them that they should catch the fellowship and bring me them alive and not too harmed, if they can help it."
"Yes my lord I will see to that right away."
Legolas was literally fuming about what had just happened, Aragorn could ever understand what this threat was, he would just say 'Legolas it is only the wind, there is nothing out there.' But the main reason Legolas, didn't tell Aragorn about this 'vision' is because he didn't really know what it was, a warning of some sort but why? The elf knew it had something to do with the ring, but what? He just didn't know and that frustrated him.
He sprang lightly into the trees, knowing that soon someone was likely to go look for him, he would much prefer to spend a night alone. Before he knew it, Legolas fell asleep comfortably in a trees' strong branches. He had a dream- the fellowship was there (except Gandalf) and they were all sleeping, however, over each of them, a dark shadow hung, eyes red as blood, gleaming white jagged teeth and as black as the shadows themselves. Legolas tried to shout out but found he couldn't and he watched each of them succumb to the darkness of the shadows. Screaming at first, but after a minute they all fell unconscious and knew no more. Legolas woke with a start and nearly fell out of the branches. He was glad he didn't, for he heard voices… They weren't the voices of anyone he knew, yet he felt he had heard them before, then he realised, they were in his dream!
Swiftly he moved through the trees back to the campsite to wake the others. When he got there, he couldn't believe what he found.
Authors note: I have a great feeling about this fic, even though I don't really know what happens yet. Well I guess you don't like reading these so all I can say is 'read this R+R my others as well and I hope you enjoy'
Chapter one- the tearing of the Fellowship
The fellowship of 8 came to a sudden but needed stop, the four hobbits plonked themselves down in exhaustion while the others fought for strength to stay on their feet, all that is except Legolas. The blonde Mirkwood prince stood thoughtfully high up on a watch out boulder, listening to the wind and the rustling of the trees, they seemed to drift Legolas into a trance. The wind told him that danger was near, something would be coming. The trees rustled so violently that it at first alarmed Legolas, but as he concentrated, he could make out faint screaming and yells. At first it was faint, however the sound grew and grew, then suddenly boomed out so loud that it felt like Legolas' ears pierced and he stumbled back, falling onto his back in a dusty heap. The fellowship all spun round and looked on in amazement as they spied the elf pick himself up off the floor. There was a long silence before Gimli burst out laughing.
"How could an elf fall off a mere boulder! Legolas you're loosing your touch," he cried through his non-stop outbursts. The other members joined in the joke, as Legolas turned an unnatural shade(for an elf) of red. All laughed that is except for Aragorn, who stood at the back examining Legolas carefully.
"No way could've Legolas fallen like that, something is wrong and only Legolas knows about it." The ranger thought to himself.
After the laughter died down, the hobbits were busy making the dinner- or in this case, a mess, Boromir wandered off to gather firewood and Gimli had ran after the hobbits, making sure they would make too much of a mess. Aragorn made his way over to Legolas. He sat casually and pretended to clean his already gleaming weapon. Legolas was staring at his bow that lay on the floor, not even looking up at his friend.
"I thought you'd come and check on me," Legolas muttered, his voice showed still a sign of embarrassment.
"Legolas, you and I both know that you could not have possibly fallen of that rock unless something had pushed or startled you, you can tell me Legolas, I won't tell anyone if you want to keep it secret," Aragorn said putting down his sword. Legolas looked up and felt a slight twinge of anger running through him-how dare Aragorn treat him like a child, like one of the halflings, like he thought he could help by making him feel venerable. The elf turned round to face Aragorn and the ranger noticed a flash of warning in Legolas' blue clear eyes.
"Please Legolas, if there is something wrong tell me, I want to help you," Aragorn had began to speak in elvish so the others wouldn't hear.
"The only person who would understand such a problem as the one I have is Gandalf and we all know he is not coming back," Legolas replied back in Elvish, making the hobbits look up in surprise.
"What are they saying?" Pippin asked, for the only hobbit who could speak elvish was Frodo, but he could not pick up on all of the sentence, Frodo's face twisted into confusion as he repeated all that he could understand,
"Understand…problem…is…Gandalf…coming back," he finished off at barely a whisper and the hobbits stared at the two fighting in elvish.
Suddenly, with out warning Legolas snatched up his bow and swiftly left, knocking all the firewood out of Boromir's arms (seeing as Boromir had just returned). The man of Gondor huffed angrily but didn't say a word as Legolas ran out of the campsite.
Sauruman paced the round dark room, his orc servants blinked nervously every time he spun around.
"Are they ready yet?" he boomed at the guards surrounding him.
"Yes my lord, they are waiting for your command," one of the orcs said in a low scratchy voice.
"Good, send them out at once, tell them that they should catch the fellowship and bring me them alive and not too harmed, if they can help it."
"Yes my lord I will see to that right away."
Legolas was literally fuming about what had just happened, Aragorn could ever understand what this threat was, he would just say 'Legolas it is only the wind, there is nothing out there.' But the main reason Legolas, didn't tell Aragorn about this 'vision' is because he didn't really know what it was, a warning of some sort but why? The elf knew it had something to do with the ring, but what? He just didn't know and that frustrated him.
He sprang lightly into the trees, knowing that soon someone was likely to go look for him, he would much prefer to spend a night alone. Before he knew it, Legolas fell asleep comfortably in a trees' strong branches. He had a dream- the fellowship was there (except Gandalf) and they were all sleeping, however, over each of them, a dark shadow hung, eyes red as blood, gleaming white jagged teeth and as black as the shadows themselves. Legolas tried to shout out but found he couldn't and he watched each of them succumb to the darkness of the shadows. Screaming at first, but after a minute they all fell unconscious and knew no more. Legolas woke with a start and nearly fell out of the branches. He was glad he didn't, for he heard voices… They weren't the voices of anyone he knew, yet he felt he had heard them before, then he realised, they were in his dream!
Swiftly he moved through the trees back to the campsite to wake the others. When he got there, he couldn't believe what he found.