Tearing in two
Authors note: this is NOT a slash, I dunno why u think it, but it's not. Aragorn and Legolas are just really good friends like in the books. Anyway on to the story…
Legolas had not stopped travelling for ages and although his elfish talent for not tiring as easily as men, the Prince couldn't help but wonder why he was feeling so tired. Shaking it off, he carried on still following a barely visible trail. By nightfall, he came to the edge of the forest knowing not which way to go.
"I wish Aragorn or Gimli, even Pippin where here at least," Legolas muttered to himself as he angrily kicked a stone nearby his foot. All around him seemed normal, on one side there was the forest he had just come out of, on the right and to his left, mountains and hill but in front of him, he could see the sky. But it was not like the sky should be. It was dark and screamed either in pain or terror. Legolas could guess one place, which lay in that direction, and he didn't want to go there out of all the places in middle-earth. Mordor…
Aragorn struggled helplessly against the bonds tying his arms and legs tightly together. Besides him sat Sam and Boromir. All of the fellowship had woken now and had looked properly on their captors:
They were pure black, quite tall, but thin and elegant so that they looked more like elves than orcs. However, they weren't elves, you could tell by their eyes. Piercing red, the kind, which looked like they could read your inner most secret thoughts anytime they liked.
Boromir shuffled over to Aragorn and whispered in his ear, " Legolas is not here, nor did I see him fight, do you think he is safe?"
Aragorn glanced wearily around, Legolas was not here, and Aragorn was more worried about Legolas' absence then him actually being here.
"I do not know, I think he is safe, I hope the best for him," Aragorn whispered. One of the creatures noticed and harshly kicked Aragorn and Boromir in the ribs. It's kick was so powerful that the two men were pushed back a far way before stopping completely, Boromir groaned painfully but Aragorn refused to make any sound at all.
Aragorn crawled back to where he sat originally and gave Sam a glance telling him that he was ok, Boromir scowled angrily and followed Aragorn, the 8 creatures watching them closely.
Then suddenly one of them spoke, " Must…get…to…Mordor… time…running…out." The fellowship all tensed, Frodo felt his heart miss a beat… Mordor, his ring would be taken and given to Sauron himself.
Sam breathed heavily daring not to move, but a question burned inside his head and he yearned to ask it, so slowly he leaned towards Aragorn and whispered in his lowest voice, "Mr Strider sir, what are these unnatural things, and what are they goin to do with us?"
"Calm down Sam, hopefully we'll escape or Legolas will come with help, he knows how to travel across country, god knows he's lived longer than any of us to be caught of guard so easily," Aragorn replied with an encouraging smile.
Legolas slept peacefully up high in a tree as he was used to by now, he was too tired to go on, even for an elf. But what he didn't know was that a few miles away a small army of Uruk-Hai where getting nearer by the minute.
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Authors note: this is NOT a slash, I dunno why u think it, but it's not. Aragorn and Legolas are just really good friends like in the books. Anyway on to the story…
Legolas had not stopped travelling for ages and although his elfish talent for not tiring as easily as men, the Prince couldn't help but wonder why he was feeling so tired. Shaking it off, he carried on still following a barely visible trail. By nightfall, he came to the edge of the forest knowing not which way to go.
"I wish Aragorn or Gimli, even Pippin where here at least," Legolas muttered to himself as he angrily kicked a stone nearby his foot. All around him seemed normal, on one side there was the forest he had just come out of, on the right and to his left, mountains and hill but in front of him, he could see the sky. But it was not like the sky should be. It was dark and screamed either in pain or terror. Legolas could guess one place, which lay in that direction, and he didn't want to go there out of all the places in middle-earth. Mordor…
Aragorn struggled helplessly against the bonds tying his arms and legs tightly together. Besides him sat Sam and Boromir. All of the fellowship had woken now and had looked properly on their captors:
They were pure black, quite tall, but thin and elegant so that they looked more like elves than orcs. However, they weren't elves, you could tell by their eyes. Piercing red, the kind, which looked like they could read your inner most secret thoughts anytime they liked.
Boromir shuffled over to Aragorn and whispered in his ear, " Legolas is not here, nor did I see him fight, do you think he is safe?"
Aragorn glanced wearily around, Legolas was not here, and Aragorn was more worried about Legolas' absence then him actually being here.
"I do not know, I think he is safe, I hope the best for him," Aragorn whispered. One of the creatures noticed and harshly kicked Aragorn and Boromir in the ribs. It's kick was so powerful that the two men were pushed back a far way before stopping completely, Boromir groaned painfully but Aragorn refused to make any sound at all.
Aragorn crawled back to where he sat originally and gave Sam a glance telling him that he was ok, Boromir scowled angrily and followed Aragorn, the 8 creatures watching them closely.
Then suddenly one of them spoke, " Must…get…to…Mordor… time…running…out." The fellowship all tensed, Frodo felt his heart miss a beat… Mordor, his ring would be taken and given to Sauron himself.
Sam breathed heavily daring not to move, but a question burned inside his head and he yearned to ask it, so slowly he leaned towards Aragorn and whispered in his lowest voice, "Mr Strider sir, what are these unnatural things, and what are they goin to do with us?"
"Calm down Sam, hopefully we'll escape or Legolas will come with help, he knows how to travel across country, god knows he's lived longer than any of us to be caught of guard so easily," Aragorn replied with an encouraging smile.
Legolas slept peacefully up high in a tree as he was used to by now, he was too tired to go on, even for an elf. But what he didn't know was that a few miles away a small army of Uruk-Hai where getting nearer by the minute.
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