Author: Arinya
Rating:R
Disclaimer: All Lord of the Rings characters belong to J.R.R Tolkien, however, this story itself belongs to me and that also applies to the plot. The character "AldÃren" also belongs to me, he is mine, no stealing is permitted. This disclaimer applies for all chapters, of this fanfiction.
Summary: Sam is forced to retell all the things that happened after the Fellowship had succeeded in destroying the Ring. All the members of the Fellowship have their own problems. Darkness returns, and Love struggles to conquer all. But as the problems mount up to a peak, can they survive? And can Sam bear telling his audience the true story?
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Malice
Legolas gave up on trying to revive the elven lord. He slung Elrond over his shoulder and looked around.
Taking the horse would be too risky, someone would hear. His only choice was to go out and hope for luck to be with him. And if luck would have existed, it was most definitly not with him.
Upon his break, Galadriel had somehow heard and slain two elves for their "stupidity", then addressed several of her Uruk-hai.
"Get him" she said, looking strangely calm, and that's when faint steps of marching were heard.
She turned around, to face the coming army.
"Thranduil, I am pleased" she said as his horse rode up to her, he climbed off of it.
"Only the best for you My Queen" he knelt and kissed her hand.
She repressed a snarl and took her limb back.
"We will meet them in two days Thranduil, what do you think of that?" she asked.
"I lust for battle" he replied.
"What else do you lust for?" she asked seductively.
All spectators turned away, leaving them in their own space.
He looked at her hard, not scoping the former Lady of Light, but stopping her advances.
"Not for flesh. For destruction. For blood and glory" he said darkly.
"But there is so much more beyond that My King" she said.
A shiver ran down his spine.
"There is nothing aside from that, I bring you my army for my share of Middle Earth. No more, no less"
His cold demeanor was surprising to Galadriel. She had not...in any way expected this quiet retaliation from him. She wanted his defenses to be moreso down. She had to keep his off-guard. Yet...she had been wrong in her assumptions. She had not targeted correctly, and now he was suspicious of her doings. She would pay in blood for another mistake such as this one.
Thranduil gave her another hard look before bowing stiffly and moving to rest in his tent. She was spiteful.
"Akin to Legolas! But how can ge be so strong against my will?" she seethed.
"Thanduil will fall...no matter what, and everything shall be mine" she whispered to herself. Her resolve stronger than ever.
"Elrond Peredhil, arise!" snapped Legolas, giving a smarting slap to the elf lord's cheek.
Elrond barely stirred and Legolas cursed silently. If this had to go on any longer, Galadriel would find him for sure, and only the Valar knew what would be at stake then.
Then Elrond grunted a little, and opened his eyes much to the younger's elf's relief.
"Get on your feet, we've escaped," he said briskly, and Elrond looked around, slightly confused.
"How?"
"I ran," said Legolas sarcastically, and Elrond shot him a dirty look, but got onto his legs, although he was a bit off-balance.
"Come. We must put as much distance between us and her uruk-hai, they are fast and deadly," said Legolas, a little needlessly, and
Elrond pushed himself to follow Legolas as quickly as he could. His chest heaved, as Legolas ran through the rocky slopes, jumping nimbly even after all the torture he had been through. Elrond, on the other hand, was clumsy, for an elf that is, and nicked himself several times on the sharp jagged rocks. The smell of the marsh assaulted his nose, and he fought not to retch as he went after Legolas.
Legolas, knew he was forcing Elrond to a limit, but was angry, with himself, with Galadriel, even with Elrond. It seemed that the Enchantress had everything in the palm of her hand, and could see the plan of all things as they unraveled. She had caught him in his first plan, and kept him chained to her after that. She had tortured Elrond relentlessly, stripping him of Vilya, their only true hope of survival, for the ring held powers that were not all revealed in ancient texts. He felt a boiling rage inside himself, as he tore down the slope. He heard Elrond wince and a rip of fabric. He chose not to pay attention. He didn't care.