Hey all,
Ok…now, no using me for target practice here. I need to live so I can finish this story. And plus I want to be able to post my special Christmas story. [sly grin]
But I don't mind threats. I kinda like them. I am odd that way. [shrugs]
Ok, thanks all for your wonderful, glorious, stupendous, and great reviews!!!! I am so happy.
Yes Star-Stallion. You were correct. And I was hoping you would not like them. I made it that way. Can't have good elves capture them. That would just be wrong! And no fears, Aragorn is all right, for now. [sly grin and malicious laugh] And Legolas, well we can't hope to much for him. And I am so glad you are lovin' it. That reminds me of the new Mc Donalds commercial. [shakes head] Thanks!
Hehe, finally. Someone who can share my thoughts. Thanks Nikki1!!!!! And I am glad u liked the twist. J Thanks for the awesome review! Hope to hear from you in this post.
WOW! Lina Skye is commenting on my stories!!! I love your stories!!! . Anyway, thanks for the wonderful review!!!!! It made me happy. Well here is the more you asked for. Maybe next time dress up like the villains and knock one of them out or something like that. Then take the others place. You could be right in the middle of the action then. Hehe. But your way works too. Thanks for the review!!!!!!
Well StellaPen, I found my elvish on various sites. Funny, most of the stuff I used I got from my friend. He has a linguist working for him on an amateur film he is making.
But most of my elvish I get from this place : So try them and then if that does not work, I can give you somewhere else. And the dart thing, that was a last thought. [shrugs] I just didn't think Aragorn would sleep through all that. J And thanks for your review!!!!!!
Ymmas Sirron, ya' know. I would just miss all your threats so much if you were not reviewing. And thank you, I am glad you like it. I try. Here it is, enjoy!
Thanks ElizabethBlack4! I am glad you liked it enough to encourage me to write more. Thanks a bunch!!!!!
Suilad Linwen, mellon nin. And yes, I am very aware that most of my reviewers. Well, everyone but you will not know the little joke running between us with that elvish word for stubborn. And thanks, I liked the name Tarpen to. It was better than some names I have come up with. [rubs eyes] And I think I will vote you my cliffie checker. [snickers]
Ok Leggylover03, well here is the update you growled for. J Hope you enjoy it. Oh, and I much enjoyed that chapter of "Never Tell" You update soon!!! Hehe.
Hehe, Thanks Deana!!! Yes well, that would be no fun just sending them home. Just wait till you see the end. [cackles manically]
Ok, here it is! Enjoy!!!!
Chapter 4
Walking.
That was all they had done for near two days now, and it was beginning to wear on Legolas's conscious. He about wanted to scream from the repeated scenery they had seen day in, day out.
The cave walls were slightly lightened now that the light had come nearer and the cave bowed low, but not too low.
In front of him Aragorn still lay limply on the elf's shoulder, but not the blonde one. They had changed positions and now one of the raven haired elves carried him steadily onward.
But even though it had been spoken of, the elf prince was steadily beginning to worry that Aragorn had not awoken yet.
The elves had kept him hydrated, but they had not fed him. This slightly worried the blonde prince.
Considering that neither of them had had food in at least a week. Or he hoped that it was only a week.
Truth be told, who knew how long they had spent in that rotten cave? How long had they been unconscious? How long?
None of this mattered much to him right now, the elves had slowed a bit and were now stopping.
Legolas did not do as his body wished, he stood strong and did not flinch.
He watched as the raven haired elf let Estel off his shoulder, but none to gently. He let him drop a ways and with a thump, his black tresses settled on the floor and obscured his pale face.
"Estel?" he whispered as the elves talked softly amongst one another.
He shifted towards the young man and brought his hand down, brushing away the hair and looking at man's peaceful features.
"Tarpen!"
His eyes shot up, but he did not stand.
When he saw it was Donolea, he put his attention back on the pale form of his young friend.
He had no intention of letting the red haired elf see that he listened to him, he would not call his sir. He would not even pay him thought.
His chin was caught between two rough fingers and brought up so his emotionless eyes looked into the gray ones.
"You that better have been an accident Tarpen!" he hissed grabbing the rope about Legolas's pale neck and bringing the prince's face close to his own.
But he saw no fear, and that made him exceedingly angry. He was supposed to be feared.
He was Donolea! Not just some elf, he was more than just an elf. And know one knew it but he himself and his lord.
"I see you act such again, Tarpen." he growled. "And I will personally see that your tithen edan mellon gets a fair share of the beating! What do you Say to that, wood-elf?!"
Legolas bit back his tongue and turned his eyes down upon the young human that lay shivering at his feet.
His eyes shot back to Donolea and he sighed, slumping his back in distress and annoyance.
He did not want them to hurt Aragorn, if it was on his own safety, he would make sure they got what they bargained for. But on another's life, especially the life of his best friend, he would take no chance.
"Transelucent." he groaned and pulled the rope away, Donolea smiled and let go.
Legolas fell back with a cry of surprise, and hissed as his wrist was inflicted with more pain.
"Quel."the elf murmured softly and turned about to see his warriors working to find fire wood.
"We move again!" he looked down at the mortal, and seeing that all of his elves were tired.
Donolea smiled wickedly, and reached for the sleeping boy's hand. He watched as Legolas shot forward snarling heavily.
But he did not faulter, he only grabbed the young man's pale limp hand and hoisted him to his shoulder.
Aragorn thumped against the elf as his dead weight was shifted.
"Onward ho!" he turned his eyes back to the slightly struggling elf. "He is in my hands now Tarpen! One false move, one slip of the tongue and he ain't gonna see his edan father again." the red haired elf snickered softly.
Legolas frowned as the elf's crowded round tugging at his collar and the rope round his waist.
'A little late for that.' he thought as he began to walk forward once again, legs aching fiercely. Especially his one ankle.
He hoped desperately that Aragorn was not in any pain.
Elrond held his head in silence and clutched the delicate lilly he held in one hand to his cheek.
He watched as Thranduil walked forward and placed a flower on the unoccupied grave of his son: Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood.
All the elves had spent almost an entire month searching for the bodies of their prince and his best friend, Estel.
Niether had been found in the pile and piles of ground and rock that marred the paths of the distressed elves.
The elf lord watched as his sons starred solemnly at the mounds of earth that had colapsed over the entrance.
Thranduil walked forward, his every move drenched in sorrow and woe for his lost son.
"Namarie ion nin, Legolas. May your path be swift to the halls of Mandos."
Elrond nodded mutely, and stepped forward slowly letting the flower fall from his hands and flutter on the careful wind. It dropped to the new grave and it's petals sank mournfully.
In his heart, the elf lord could feel a deep rip. A horable ache that seemed to run straight through his entire being and engulf him with more pain than he though was possible.
"Namarie, Estel…may you always be-" he sucked back a tearful sob. "in our hearts, ion nin."
The wind whistled a cry and the elves lowered thei heads as it swept passed. It twisted their hair and made their tears blow to the ground.
The elf lord looked back to see his two twin sons. Each were holding ont one another, not able to keep their tears back any longer. They were now sobbing in each other's shoulder.
Many wails of distressed elves filled the glade. But none were that of Elrond, he could hardly make a sound. He felt nothing.
Somewhere deep in his heart, he hoped, prayed that his youngest was somewhere safe and traveling home now.
But the more logical part of him shook his head and shunned the hopeful thoughts.
The cruel part of his mind slapped him in the face and growled.
"He is NOT coming back peredhil!" the voice shouted and a tear dropped from his face. "Not this time."
He mutely turned himself around and started walking in the direction of the halls of the Mirkwood elves.
He could no longer stay here.
Elrond looked up to see a pair of tearful eyes upon him.
He starred at Lingwen with pain and horror drenched over his entire frame.
He watched as she let her head fall and the black veil obscure he features as she wept openly for her lost loved one.
He turned his head away as she began to sing, he would not stay. He could not stay.
He let his blue robes flow behind him in the greedy wind as he walked away, slowly. Anger growing ever more in his sickened heart.
He would not give in as they all had. He would not let grief take him.
Legolas and Aragorn were out there somewhere, and he would not think them dead till he had seen their bloody, ripped, and emaciated bodies.
If it took one hundred years, he would wait. Aragorn and Legolas would return, all he had to do was keep up hope. Keep it up for his son. Keep estel for Estel.
TBC~
Hi, ok. Befor eyou all kill me, I wanted to wish you all happy Thanksgiving. And to tell you that if you let me live. Around the first of December, I will put up my special Christmas story, "I'll be Home for Christmas".
Also wanted to say, ONE WEEK TILL POTC ON DVD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Incase one of you hasn't noticed. [grins sheepishly]
And for those of you who read Cassia's "Curse of Angmar": ONE WEEK TILL KALDUR DAY!!! The day when you can watch POTC all day and think of that scallywag bandit! Hehe! I will!
So hope you enjoyed this VERY short chapter. Sorry there was not much Lego' and Aro'. But I had a sort of writers block so I decided to go onto Elrond and Company.
So forgive me, but I did not want to leave you hanging for to much longer. And in the enxt chapter, I think Aragorn will finally awaken. We will find out more about Donolea. And Legolas will his old stubborn self, garnering more ouchies for him and his little mortal friend.
So please don't kill me!!!! [sobs] I want to live. Below is a clip from my Christmas story.
Namarie!!!!!!!
I'll be Home for Christmas
By Firniswin
PG
The pale light flickered on a torch as the dim glow of the golden sun faded away behind the hills.
Aragorn looked up sadly as a child and father ran by, giggling and laughing as their smiles repeated to shine in his mind.
The man turned to Aragorn and smiled saluting as he did.
"Merry Christmas Captain Thorongil."
The numenorean nodded and smiled, more for the soldier than himself.
"Merry Christmas to you Jeso."
The little girl looked up at him and waved, he nodded in her direction.
Then kept walking down the dusty dirt lane as the stars began to shine over head.
Jeso frowned as he watched the proud form of his captain disappear into the night.
No one knew much of Captain Thorongil, he kept to himself and rarely said anything other than orders.
He was not a bad guy, not at all. He was very kind to those who made mistakes and those who did not. He treated all fairly and never seemed to slip-up himself.
All the men liked him a lot more than their other captains.
But he held such a mysterious air about him, all the men tried to see a glimpse of a letter from his family, or even hear him dreaming in his sleep.
They all wanted to know why he was so graceful in his actions, how he kept up when most men were ready to rest.
No one even knew his true age.
He looked about twenty to most of them, but they knew that was not the truth. One so experienced could not be less than thirty.
Aragorn looked up to see Earendil shining brightly among the other stars.
He sighed and shook his unkempt locks, and straightened his captain's uniform.
He had tried desperately to get a job tonight guarding the stewards chambers. Even guarding the gate.
But everyone said he should rest, he had been doing so much lately they all worried for him.
He was tired of Christmas. He was starting to hate the holiday.
It never resulted the same emotions with him as other soldiers and captains.
They all had families to go home to, houses. Somewhere.
" I miss you Ada." he whispered gingerly touching a medal on his coat.
COMING SOON~