Title: Duty of the Heart
Chapter Title: Despair 7/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: Well, *THIS* chapter might not be rated R, but previous ones are, so all you people under 18, NANERNANERNANER! *cough* ;)
Disclaimer: We no longer care about LOTRs. We have E-K-A-T-O-H. *jumps on them* WHEEEEEEEEEEEE! Wait *pause*.....*looks at copyrights*.....damn it seems we don't own them either. GAAAAHHHH!! *tries to find somebody we do own*............hmmmm there's a guy on EBay we can buy who would look like Aragorn if we gave him a wig and he lost a few pounds. Okay, so, we don't own them, but we do own this really weird looking guy from ebay. :D
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
The twins had only ridden that hard one time ever before; it had been to go deliver their mother. When their mother's guard had stumbled in Rivendell that fateful day, they didn't even wait to hear what he had to tell, they knew. So when they saw Aragorn arriving without Legolas, they were already ready to leave to get him.
They had now left in the same fashion as before, but this time, they would not fail someone close to them, they would not fail Legolas.
They didn't speak as they rode, but the same thoughts were going through their mind. How to injure an orc, how to maim an orc, how to kill an orc and last but not least, how to eradicate the entire orc population. No, that was always on their mind; their biggest worry as they rode was that they would not reach the prince in time.
When they had to attack a camp of orcs, the twins always had a plan. Elrohir would always go first, by the trees, and begin to shoot them. Then Elladan would charge them from behind, Elrohir would get down and they always finish the battle with their knives or swords. When the orcs finally came into their view, they saw Legolas moving from tree to tree to escape the orcs. And when they saw him falling and crashing to the forest floor, all thoughts of plan were forgotten and were replaced by hatred and worry.
They brought their horses to a halt a few feet before the orcs' camp, and got ready for their attack. They both dismounted, unsheathed their swords, clashed them together like they always did before a battle, and then lunged at the foul beasts.
It seemed as though they were running through the orcs, killing each that came into their view. At one point, they heard Legolas' yell of pain and both turned into the direction of the scream. Unfortunately, one of the orcs only needed this little distraction to have an opening at one of them.
Elrohir was painfully brought back to the battle when a mace connected with his back and he fell to the ground. He didn't stay there long though; ignoring the excruciating pain of his back, he got up and continue to fight.
Elladan had seen his brother fall to the ground and since there was nothing that could keep him away from him; he made his way to him rather fast.
"Are you all right nin muindor?" Elladan ask worriedly.
"Of course I am. That was nothing."
Elladan didn't look very convinced, but he had no choice but to trust his brother. Then Elladan look up, his gray eyes clouded by worry and fear, and said,
"They drug him off Elrohir, and it's no use, we won't get passed them. We'll have to kill them all here."
"That won't be a problem." Elrohir hissed.
"Not at all." His brother said in the same tone.
So, a few moments later, all the orcs lay dead and they ran in the direction that Legolas had been dragged.
They had been running for a few minutes when they heard something that pierced their heart. It was Legolas.
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As Legolas was tied down to a tree, he knew that this time, there was no going back. He did not have the strength to survive more torture. He could feel his light dimming; he knew it was his time. At least, he knew that Aragorn and Thomas would be okay, and that was all he needed to know. So, when darkness threatened to take him again, he knew this time, that it would be for good. The last that he would have uttered in this world was a deep scream of pain when he was tied down to the tree just before he gave up.
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Upon seeing Legolas all bloodied against the tree, the twins fell into a murderous rage and in a matter of minutes, all the orcs lay dead on the ground. They both rushed to their friend's side, fearing the worst. Elladan had tried to arouse him, but to no avail, then Elrohir said,
"Can't you feel it nin muindor? He gave up." Elrohir said, sorrow in his voice.
"No, as long as he breathes there is a chance. We have to get him back to Rivendell now." Elladan said stubbornly.
Fortunately for them, the horses had not ran away and they both mounted, Elladan taking Legolas with him. As they rode, Elrohir started to get numb, "Of course there had to be poison in that mace," he thought. But he pushed these though away, focusing on their friend instead.
When they arrived in Rivendell, Glorfindel was waiting for them, grief and sorrow flashing in his blue eyes.
"What's wrong?" Elrohir asked, but never heard the answer, for then he collapsed from his horse and hit his head on the ground. He was now lying on the ground, blood pouring from his wound on the head.
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Elrond told Glorfindel to set Thomas on a bed next to the one he was laying Aragorn on. The Elf Lord cursed under his breath as he felt the fever raging inside of his foster son. The cuts, bruises, and punctures were red and inflamed. Elrond wondered how Aragorn had made it that far, bearing Thomas.
He had Glorfindel begin treating Thomas as he started on Aragorn. He began with the shoulder, cleaning it out and putting athelas on it. When he was done, he bound it tightly and worked on the hands. The holes needed cleaning and stitching, a job that required most of his attention. Aragorn moaned in pain with every physical contact between them, and Elrond was torn. He wished he could give his son something for the pain, but at this time, his son might not wake up if put to sleep.
"Shhhh, Estel. It will be okay." Elrond started on the other hand, and gasped when he noticed a bright red brand. The brand of a slave. Elrond felt his eyes prickle with tears and felt them pool up, gently rolling down his cheek. Sniffing, he finished with the hand and gently turned his son over. The elf lord had to gasp at the amount of torture inflicted on the young humans back. He started cleaning each cut, and soon realized that there was no "each cut". His back was almost void of skin, having been ripped off by Valar knew what. When he had done all he could for his back, he turned to see how Thomas was faring while Glorfindel took over the caring of Aragorn.
He lifted up the bandage that Glorfindel had lightly put over the wound, and shook his head sadly. The wound was bad, especially for a child. Quickly cleaning it, he stitched it up as best he could, and put fresh bandages on it.
That done, he stood up just as the other elf was finishing his son. They both looked towards the two injured ones lying on the bed, one in particular.
"I do not think that he will make it through the night." Elrond sniffed.
Reviews!
Firniswin ~ Well, here is more *grin* hope you like :D
BECCI ~ Here it is, enjoy *snicker*
Goblz ~ You really thought we would have killed him, we are not THAT evil, well, just a bit, ok ok A LOT *cackle* Sparx, you just have to read better, must be old age *cackle madly* *blink* It was a cliffie, we didn't thought so, LMAO
Legolas's fanatical fan girl ~ We are glad that you are enjoying the fic :D, I don't kill characters off, ok, I maim them to death but they live at the end, unlike my evil partner in crime LOL
Songbird ~ It will get better, but does it have to be right now *cackle* So, I'm more evil then you, well, I beg to differ =P LOL. Sorry, but I simply HAD too injure him some more LMAO
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WHEEEEEEEEE! *we both jump on the poor guy we bought from Ebay and he slowly walks away*
*blinks*
*Trin jumps off, grabs both of the E-K-A-T-O-H, has them cart her off, leaving Karine in the middle of a pack of blood thirsty readers with only the ebay guy to defend her*
Karine:..*glares at Trin's disappearing back*....*looks at crowd*...oh shit...*throws Ebay guy to them*
Ebay Guy: *whimper*
Chapter Title: Despair 7/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Archive: Just ask.
Rating: Well, *THIS* chapter might not be rated R, but previous ones are, so all you people under 18, NANERNANERNANER! *cough* ;)
Disclaimer: We no longer care about LOTRs. We have E-K-A-T-O-H. *jumps on them* WHEEEEEEEEEEEE! Wait *pause*.....*looks at copyrights*.....damn it seems we don't own them either. GAAAAHHHH!! *tries to find somebody we do own*............hmmmm there's a guy on EBay we can buy who would look like Aragorn if we gave him a wig and he lost a few pounds. Okay, so, we don't own them, but we do own this really weird looking guy from ebay. :D
Summary: When Aragorn and Legolas find a young orphan in the woods, they decide to bring him with them to Rivendell. This may be the beginning of a new life for the child. But, for his new life to begin, he must survive the trip first...
The twins had only ridden that hard one time ever before; it had been to go deliver their mother. When their mother's guard had stumbled in Rivendell that fateful day, they didn't even wait to hear what he had to tell, they knew. So when they saw Aragorn arriving without Legolas, they were already ready to leave to get him.
They had now left in the same fashion as before, but this time, they would not fail someone close to them, they would not fail Legolas.
They didn't speak as they rode, but the same thoughts were going through their mind. How to injure an orc, how to maim an orc, how to kill an orc and last but not least, how to eradicate the entire orc population. No, that was always on their mind; their biggest worry as they rode was that they would not reach the prince in time.
When they had to attack a camp of orcs, the twins always had a plan. Elrohir would always go first, by the trees, and begin to shoot them. Then Elladan would charge them from behind, Elrohir would get down and they always finish the battle with their knives or swords. When the orcs finally came into their view, they saw Legolas moving from tree to tree to escape the orcs. And when they saw him falling and crashing to the forest floor, all thoughts of plan were forgotten and were replaced by hatred and worry.
They brought their horses to a halt a few feet before the orcs' camp, and got ready for their attack. They both dismounted, unsheathed their swords, clashed them together like they always did before a battle, and then lunged at the foul beasts.
It seemed as though they were running through the orcs, killing each that came into their view. At one point, they heard Legolas' yell of pain and both turned into the direction of the scream. Unfortunately, one of the orcs only needed this little distraction to have an opening at one of them.
Elrohir was painfully brought back to the battle when a mace connected with his back and he fell to the ground. He didn't stay there long though; ignoring the excruciating pain of his back, he got up and continue to fight.
Elladan had seen his brother fall to the ground and since there was nothing that could keep him away from him; he made his way to him rather fast.
"Are you all right nin muindor?" Elladan ask worriedly.
"Of course I am. That was nothing."
Elladan didn't look very convinced, but he had no choice but to trust his brother. Then Elladan look up, his gray eyes clouded by worry and fear, and said,
"They drug him off Elrohir, and it's no use, we won't get passed them. We'll have to kill them all here."
"That won't be a problem." Elrohir hissed.
"Not at all." His brother said in the same tone.
So, a few moments later, all the orcs lay dead and they ran in the direction that Legolas had been dragged.
They had been running for a few minutes when they heard something that pierced their heart. It was Legolas.
********
As Legolas was tied down to a tree, he knew that this time, there was no going back. He did not have the strength to survive more torture. He could feel his light dimming; he knew it was his time. At least, he knew that Aragorn and Thomas would be okay, and that was all he needed to know. So, when darkness threatened to take him again, he knew this time, that it would be for good. The last that he would have uttered in this world was a deep scream of pain when he was tied down to the tree just before he gave up.
********
Upon seeing Legolas all bloodied against the tree, the twins fell into a murderous rage and in a matter of minutes, all the orcs lay dead on the ground. They both rushed to their friend's side, fearing the worst. Elladan had tried to arouse him, but to no avail, then Elrohir said,
"Can't you feel it nin muindor? He gave up." Elrohir said, sorrow in his voice.
"No, as long as he breathes there is a chance. We have to get him back to Rivendell now." Elladan said stubbornly.
Fortunately for them, the horses had not ran away and they both mounted, Elladan taking Legolas with him. As they rode, Elrohir started to get numb, "Of course there had to be poison in that mace," he thought. But he pushed these though away, focusing on their friend instead.
When they arrived in Rivendell, Glorfindel was waiting for them, grief and sorrow flashing in his blue eyes.
"What's wrong?" Elrohir asked, but never heard the answer, for then he collapsed from his horse and hit his head on the ground. He was now lying on the ground, blood pouring from his wound on the head.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Elrond told Glorfindel to set Thomas on a bed next to the one he was laying Aragorn on. The Elf Lord cursed under his breath as he felt the fever raging inside of his foster son. The cuts, bruises, and punctures were red and inflamed. Elrond wondered how Aragorn had made it that far, bearing Thomas.
He had Glorfindel begin treating Thomas as he started on Aragorn. He began with the shoulder, cleaning it out and putting athelas on it. When he was done, he bound it tightly and worked on the hands. The holes needed cleaning and stitching, a job that required most of his attention. Aragorn moaned in pain with every physical contact between them, and Elrond was torn. He wished he could give his son something for the pain, but at this time, his son might not wake up if put to sleep.
"Shhhh, Estel. It will be okay." Elrond started on the other hand, and gasped when he noticed a bright red brand. The brand of a slave. Elrond felt his eyes prickle with tears and felt them pool up, gently rolling down his cheek. Sniffing, he finished with the hand and gently turned his son over. The elf lord had to gasp at the amount of torture inflicted on the young humans back. He started cleaning each cut, and soon realized that there was no "each cut". His back was almost void of skin, having been ripped off by Valar knew what. When he had done all he could for his back, he turned to see how Thomas was faring while Glorfindel took over the caring of Aragorn.
He lifted up the bandage that Glorfindel had lightly put over the wound, and shook his head sadly. The wound was bad, especially for a child. Quickly cleaning it, he stitched it up as best he could, and put fresh bandages on it.
That done, he stood up just as the other elf was finishing his son. They both looked towards the two injured ones lying on the bed, one in particular.
"I do not think that he will make it through the night." Elrond sniffed.
Reviews!
Firniswin ~ Well, here is more *grin* hope you like :D
BECCI ~ Here it is, enjoy *snicker*
Goblz ~ You really thought we would have killed him, we are not THAT evil, well, just a bit, ok ok A LOT *cackle* Sparx, you just have to read better, must be old age *cackle madly* *blink* It was a cliffie, we didn't thought so, LMAO
Legolas's fanatical fan girl ~ We are glad that you are enjoying the fic :D, I don't kill characters off, ok, I maim them to death but they live at the end, unlike my evil partner in crime LOL
Songbird ~ It will get better, but does it have to be right now *cackle* So, I'm more evil then you, well, I beg to differ =P LOL. Sorry, but I simply HAD too injure him some more LMAO
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WHEEEEEEEEE! *we both jump on the poor guy we bought from Ebay and he slowly walks away*
*blinks*
*Trin jumps off, grabs both of the E-K-A-T-O-H, has them cart her off, leaving Karine in the middle of a pack of blood thirsty readers with only the ebay guy to defend her*
Karine:..*glares at Trin's disappearing back*....*looks at crowd*...oh shit...*throws Ebay guy to them*
Ebay Guy: *whimper*