Hey all, once again updating this story, and wow right in time for RotK to come into Theaters!!! Cool!!!
So true Nikki1! I get a little tired of Legolas being weak too. I am glad I made him fight back somewhat. But the truth is, in most stories I have read where Legolas seems weak, it is usually because he had been in captivity for so long that it has made him sick and tires. Hope that made sense. Hope you like this chapter. Can I ask what 'kudos' are? I have always wondered.
Glad u liked Leggylover03!!!! Oooo. You like Estel pain huh? Well that is very helpful. I think you might like this chapter and the next chapter then. Here's more!!!!!
Mellaithwen-ElvenMaiden, pretty name. Anyway, thanks!!!! Hope you like this chappie just as much.
Here is more for you, Linwen.
Sorry Star-Stallion. I doubt this will be the end of my angst raids. Hope you can still enjoy this story. I enjoy your reviews a lot. Next story will not have a much angst. But it should be pretty good. At least I hope so. Anyway hope you like this chapter, it will explain Donolea a bit more. And you will see a side to him you have not seen before.
Well Deana, I can not tell you if he hurt Legolas. Because that would slightly ruin this chapter. But! I can tell you, you will find out who hurt who. Here is more for you!!!!!!
Ok, so I hope you all like this!!!!!!!
Chapter 7
The overcast sky let out a rumble as a mournful wind cut the air and blew against the small huts and forts that lay around the field.
Pale golden stalks flashed and bickered, whistling against each other and cutting against the slaves.
Estel did not smile, he just starred out at the worked land.
All the men grunted as they heaved large barrels of hay and wheat, women rushed back up the hill carrying buckets of water.
A child ran past him, screaming as a much larger elf chased her, growling and roaring in order to frighten the little girl.
Aragorn saw this and waited for the elf to run by.
The elf did, his dark black hair whipping in the wind.
Smiling the man stuck his leg out and waited, the elf to busy to see flashed forward, his graceful legs catching hard on Aragorn's and making him fly forward.
Both flew forward in tumble, he slid across the dry ground and Aragorn skidded and tumbled, his head coming hard in contact.
A small giggle came from behind and the young girl watched as the callous one that had been chasing her was punished with a mouth full of raw and rancid dirt.
He sputtered and growked, raising himself up and quickly grabbing the trouble make by his old worn clothes.
He pulled the mortal up to his face, spitting in it.
"You got somethin' to say?!"
A shiver crawled up Estel's spine, but he swallowed it and straightened against the tightly clenched fists that held him.
"Why don't you leave her alone?!" he spat onto the dark elf's deerskin boots.
The slober gathered in a small pool and sleeked the deer hide into a darker brown streak.
"Bloody human! No one trips Cildan and especially not slaves!"
Aragorn growled and pushed the elf's fists off him.
"I ain't bloody! I'm cleaner than you, Morgoth scum!"
The elder's eyes burned with hatred and he kicked the young man right in the stomach, making him drop to the ground and double over in pain.
"You won't be for long, little worm!"
Cildan jumped at the human and began to punch and kick.
All who were near were much attracted to the fight, all elves and men were running forward to cheer for either the man or elf, according to their race.
"Come on lad!" a few men cried from behind the elves.
"CILDAN! CILDAN! CILDAN!"
The elf grabbed something from the pocket in his tunic and flung it at Estel's eyes. The black dust hit the human's eyes.
Aragorn felt a razor sharp light pierce through his eyes, he clecnehd his fists to his sockets and sat crouched on his knees. Pain overwhelming him.
"Come on!" He felt hands pulling him from the fray, gentle hands.
But right now, his eyes hurt so badly, he could not look up.
He moaned as he was pulled from the noise and dirt, he could hear screams and cries but soon they were faded away and he could hear, nor see anything more.
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Donolea stepped forward heavily on his right foot, letting his left stay off the ground for a minute longer before placing it on the cold stone tile.
The bandage that wrapped round the jaged wound in his leg was healing nicely and had gone with little infection.
"How is it coming?" a healer came from another room and handed the captain a flask full of thick magenta liquid.
"Just dandy." he muttered before downing the whole jar and placing the empty cup on the table.
He nodded his thanks to the healer, Domodel, and hobbled away, a rod clutched in his hand to help him walk.
His staff tapped on the floor as he entered the hall, no other elves were in the room, save one that sat at the very end.
Jewels were all along his rich clothing and a circlett of gold adorned his proud head. His hair was white and gray, and signs of slight aging were on him.
"Donolea." he arose and opened his arms as a sign of welcome as the injured being limped through the doorway. "Mellon nin? What happened?"
The red haired elf inclined his head in repsect, and at the memory of the wound he had recived growled.
"'Twas one of the newcomers. He is much stronger than I suspected." he murmured limping closer.
The leader raised an elegan white eyebrow in question.
"Strong?"
Donolea shook his head.
"And smart! The bloody elf! He stabbed me with the remains of the obsidian rock that was stored in that cell!"
The elf smiled and looked at his friend, sorrow etched on his features.
"Wisdom does not always come with age, my dear friend."
Donolea smiled sinking down into a chair and rubbing his leg as if to stave off the aching pain.
"Ha! I believe it." the strange elf admitted looking to the weary eyes white haired elf.
"What 'bout you mellon nin? How's life?" he sank back and clapped his hands loudly.
A woman came from the kitchen and handed him a beautiful glass full of red wine.
He smiled and stuck his finger carefully in the liquid, testing it.
Satisfied he took a good long sip and sighed.
The white haired elf nodded and smiled sadly, rubbing his head.
"Fine. Life is going well, I just wanted to see you. You work yourself to hard mellon nin. You are not immortal you know. Take a moment to enjoy things."
Donolea smiled beneath the wine glass and placed it on the table beside him, shaking his head ruefully.
"Don't I know it!" he traced his hand through his deep red hair, finding small grayed pieces. "I only wish. You could have had it you know? But you gave it away, Tranol. All for me!" He placed a placid stare onto his old friend. "Why Tranol, why?"
Tranol sighed and shrugged. "I did not wish to live on while my friend aged."a gentle smile graced his pale lips. "And look what it got me. I aged faster than any other rotten mortal on this retched earth!"
"Yes well, I should not have believed that stupid human!" Donolea growled placing his staff in a crack in the marble and moving it about.
" Yes, those women can be mighty ratlike." Tranol laughed at his friend who stuck his tongue out, and at that moment he could easily see Donolea's dwarven descent.
"Oh Donolea, your facial expressions are enough to show your descent. Truly mellon, you look just like one of the little miners now!" the white haired mortal elf laughed with pleasure that Donolea had not seen in years.
"Well, truth be told, I am quite proud of my dwarven blood." he patted his leg wound softly. "Keeps thing like this at bay."
He steepled his fingers and held up his chin, looking at his friend with interested eyes.
"But really. I came to share with you of my latest catch." the dwarven elf smiled wickedly and snapped his fingers.
Another maid ran in, tears almost pouring from her eyes in fear.
"Drinks for Lord Tranol and and I! Hop to it lass!" the woman whimpered and ran off, he tatered brown robes trailing behind her and tumbling between her legs so she almost tripped.
Tranol leaned in and smiled at his lifelong friend.
"What makes you so happy Donolea?" he asked, a frown of confusion creasing his brow.
Donolea's wicked smile echoed his mood.
"I think you will be proud of whom is in our presence." Donolea watched Tranol blink perplexedly. "How would you like to meet the prince of Mirkwood?"
TBC~
A/N: Ok, before you kill me…well, I wanted you to know that you will find out more about Aragorn's condition in the next chapter. And as for Legolas, he is fine. Maybe a little sedated because of the fact that he attacked the leader of the camp. But as for Donolea, he will not make the same mistake again. Hehe. Lego' showed him!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter and I once again am not going to try and predict when the next chapter will be out.
And oh!
For all those who see RotK before me…..Ahhhhhh! [war cry] I am envious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But enjoy this and have fun at the movies!!!
Namarie!