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Yes, yes, another update! I promise to get to the plot more quickly! *guilty smile* Please stay with me and be patient! Okay! *rubs hands together* Let's get started! For full summary, disclaimers, and all that other junk, see the first chapter!
Well Met Indeed
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Chapter 3 - And So It Begins. . .
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Elladan held back a sneeze as a the dust from the book floated into his nose. The ancient, leather bound book he held in his arms was flipped open to a yellow page. Elladan made his way to a chair by the window and sat. The sunlight laced its way in through the thin curtains. The Elf sat back and studied the page carefully, a frown marring his fair features.
The yellow pages wrinkled at his light touch, but Elladan turned the pages, reading intently. Meanwhile, Elrohir, having sent the messenger to Mirkwood, searched for his brother. A muffled sniffing caught his attention as he was nearing the library. He peered in and found his twin hidden behind a ruby colored book.
The sniffling continued and Elrohir grinned. "I thought that Elves were not exposed to sickness." Elladan jumped at the his brother's humorous voice. He scowled lightly. "You should at least apologize," Elladan sniffled. Elrohir chose to ignore this. He walked quickly to his brother's side and peered at the old pages.
"What is it that you read?" Elrohir questioned slowly. Elladan looked up and said in a low voice, "I am searching for Byrium." Elrohir stared at his brother in surprise. "Come," Elladan suggested. He motioned for Elrohir to follow him to a table with two seats. Elrohir slid into the seat besides Elladan and asked, "What have you found so far?" Elladan did not need to face his brother to explain.
"Read," Elladan commanded. He thrust the book towards Elrohir who took it with great care. The Elf's brown eyes moved often, turning page after page. Elladan waited patiently until Elrohir was through.
"This does not tell us much," Elrohir said, disappointed. Elladan sighed. "Indeed. Nothing more than Father and Mithrandir know anyway." Elrohir shot him a look. "You have been eavesdropping." It was not a question, but a statement and Elladan nodded, grinning.
Elrohir's tight look twisted into a pleasant smile. "Aha!" Elrohir laughed as he thumped his brother lightly on the back. "Just like the old days, isn't it Elladan?" Elrohir congratulated. Elladan sighed contently and leaned back in his seat. "Aye. How I miss those days."
Elrohir nodded and closed the book. He gave a snicker and snuck a glance at his brother. Elladan, seeing his brother's gaze, raised a questioning eyebrow.
"What are you two doing here?"
Elladan jumped in his seat, as did Elrohir. "Father!" he gasped. "We did not hear you approach." Elrond smiled at his sons from the entrance of the library. "It is a beautiful day, why are you two in the library? Usually I have to drag the two of you in here." Elrond replied, amusement coloring his voice. Elrohir exchanged a guilty look with Elladan, but lied, "I was seeking Elladan's counsel and found him asleep in the library."
"I was searching for a place of silence," Elladan explained at his father's look of unbelief. Elrond motioned around him. "Do you hear anything, my sons?" Elladan paused and listened, but even with his keen hearing, the Elf could hear no noise.
"Well?" Elrond questioned. Elladan and Elrohir exchanged sheepish looks. "You're right, Father," Elrohir said slowly. "Elladan and I will go and. . ." He shot Elladan a look. He raised his eyebrows, gesturing for help.
"And practice our. . ." Elladan rushed on. He jabbed his elbow into Elrohir's ribs. Elrohir let out a cry, but quieted as quickly as it came. Shooting his brother a dirty look, he continued, "Archery."
"Archery?" Elrond asked in disbelief. His eyebrows shot into his fine hairline. "Yes," Elladan answered with more certainty. "Elrohir and I will go practice archery. . .outside. . . now. . . " He stood quickly and rushed past his father, Elrohir right at his heels.
Elrond stared after the fleeing forms of his sons, bemused. The Elf- Lord made his way over to the table and studied the book that lay on the tabletop. He picked it up and flipped it to a page that was marked by either Elladan or Elrohir. His look of curiosity faded into a frown as he saw the words "Byrium" handwritten carefully at top of the old, wrinkled page.
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Gandalf stood at the balcony studying the sky carefully. As he suspected, a large bronze eagle flew towards the Istar. The wizard waited patiently until the eagle perched on a bough of a tree.
"Hail and well met!" Gandalf called. He raised a hand towards Gwaither in a greeting. The great bronze eagle towards its piercing gaze to the wizard and his wicked beak seemed to curve into a smile.
"Gandalf," Gwaither greeted, voice, smooth and rich. Gandalf smiled and hobbled towards his friend. "So, tell me," Gandalf began as he scratched his nose, "how do the two walkers fare?" If Gwaither was a human, his smile would have been visible.
"Well. They do well," he answered in a soft voice. "Much better than I anticipated." Gwaither eyed the wizard with suspicion. "Though I do not understand why is it that you sent those two in the first place, the very air screams of disturbance." Gandalf gave a grave smile. "Indeed. I am beginning to doubt my word."
Gwaither gave him an amused glance and shifted his weight. "Well, Grey Pilgrim, you have received your news, do you desire any more from me?" Gandalf gave a booming laugh. "You are not linked to me, Gwaither, in any way. I merely asked your assistance and you agreed."
The eagle made a noise that sounded like laughter. "Very well," he agreed. He flapped his great wings and rose into the air. "If you need me, you know where I will be." Gandalf nodded his thanks and watched as Gwaither faded into the horizon.
The Istar studied the trees nearby, in deep thought. "I hope you are not trying to communicate through the wind again, Mithrandir." Gandalf turned and faced the Lord of Imladris. If the wizard was surprised, he did not show it.
"Not this time." Gandalf shared a laugh with Elrond. "What ails you?" Elrond gazed at the wizard suspiciously. "If it concerns Estel or Legolas, I wish to know."
"And if it is not, would you still wish to hear about my worries, doubts, and fears?" Gandalf jested. Elrond's tight lips curved into a thin smile, but the Elf remained silent. The wizard sighed and began pacing. "I have asked Gwaither to keep watch of them for some time." Elrond raised an eyebrow.
"And," Gandalf continued. "My friend has told me, they are quite well on their own. It is just that something about the air around them. . .it does not seem quite right." Elrond gave a slight nod. Concern was etched into his features.
"I fear I need to leave Rivendell," Gandalf said quietly after some silence. There was no amusement in his voice, no twinkle in his eye. Elrond faced him, alarmed. "Why?" he inclined sharply. Gandalf gave him a reassuring smile.
"Nothing urgent." Gandalf chuckled. "Just a quick trip to Mirkwood." Elrond frowned, but did not say anything. "If the Elvenking received the message from you, he will be going through the same thing." Gandalf gave a small chuckle. "He will need reassurance of some kind."
Elrond shot the wizard a look of amusement, though his mind constantly screamed of his son. "Go then," he said tightly. "Thranduil must be anything but calm now." Gandalf laughed at the thought of the usually calm Elf in hysterics. He nodded and said, "I fear I will need to borrow a horse. Sharendell has always been a favorite of mine."
Elrond nodded and walked with the wizard to the stables. When finally reaching the horses, Gandalf pulled on his pointy hat and held his staff in a more comfortable grip.
"Do not worry much," Gandalf advised. He pulled himself upon Sharendell's grey back with more swiftness than one his age. Elrond gave him a smile and replied, "And stay in Mirkwood as long as you need. There is no rush." Gandalf chuckled and motioned Sharendell forward.
As the wizard disappeared into the woods, Elrond sighed and laughed to himself. "A grey mount for a grey pilgrim," he said, amused. He shook his head and walked about to his study, passing an empty archery field.
He paused and frowned at the barren field. Something is missing from this picture, he thought. Elrohir. . .Elladan. . .
The Elf suppressed a groan and headed towards the library, in hopes of finding his two remaining sons.
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"NO! NOT LIKE THAT!"
Legolas stared in horror as Aragorn notched another arrow and shot it wildly at their prey, a wild deer. The deer gave an annoyed shake of its shake but did not move, sensing no danger from the ranger.
"What?" Aragorn asked innocently. "What did I do?" Legolas glared and him and shook his head. "You're wasting all MY arrows!" Aragorn gave a devilish grin. He pulled another arrow back on the string and aimed.
"STOP!"
Aragorn, surprised by the Elf's sudden outburst, released the arrow without the proper aim. The Elf and Man watched astounded as the arrow reached its mark: the deer's heart.
The poor beast fell right where it was, the very grass it was chewing still laying in its mouth. Legolas's mouth dropped open. "See?" Aragorn boasted. "I hit the target!" Legolas turned his look of disbelief at the ranger and growled, "Lucky shot!"
Aragorn shook his head. "Believe what you want, but I think I'm starting to get the hang of this." The ranger was rewarded with a playful slap on the shoulder from his friend. Aragorn laughed and dropped out of the tree, Legolas following. The two inspected the deer and Legolas said, "Let us set up camp here." Aragorn nodded and began to set down his bow and his pack.
Legolas let out a high pitched whistle, calling their horses, and placed his bow carefully besides the bundle of wood Aragorn began to gather. Feransul bounded out of the bushes, neighing playfully at Dinlhach. The great copper horse tossed his head and pranced towards Aragorn, nuzzling him affectionately on the elbow.
Feransul, on the other hand, thrust his white nose in Legolas hair and began snorting. The Elf laughed and pushed the horse away gently. "Not now, Feransul," he scolded. He began to strike a flame together. The elven horse tossed his head proudly and gave a whinny.
"Your horse sounds as if he is whining," Aragorn commented and he dumped the rest of the firewood by the small fire Legolas had lit. Legolas made a face and glanced at Aragorn's kill.
"Should we?" he asked. The ranger followed his gaze and nodded. The two made their way to the deer. Skinning it carefully, Aragorn handed the meat to Legolas who cooked it. As the carcasses were burned, the two enjoyed their meal.
"Not bad," Aragorn said, chewing the meat slowly. He swallowed just as slowly as he chewed. Legolas laughed softly and studied the meat on his fork. "I suppose," he agreed. He took a small bite out of the chunk of meat.
Aragorn grinned and set his empty plate on the ground. "Have more," Legolas commanded, motioning to the pot. Aragorn shook his head and patted his now-full stomach, giving a happy sigh. "You need to eat more," Legolas instructed. The Elf took another small bite at the meat. "You are still growing."
The ranger made a face. "Am not!" Legolas shot him an amused glanced. "You are growing," he repeated. He finished the last piece of meat and set the plate besides Aragorn.
"What about you?" the human questioned. "It is not like your diet consists of only berries and nuts." Legolas rolled his eyes and shook his head. "_I_ am an Elf," he replied.
"Oh sure, that explains a lot!" the ranger retorted sarcastically. "Watch your tongue, human," Legolas said fiercely, though amusement ran deeply into his blue eyes. Aragorn grinned and prodded the fire with a stick, sending a shower of sparks up.
Legolas who had been watching the horses graze in the afternoon sun, heard a sudden noise. He froze and turned towards the sound. Aragorn, noticing the Elf's sudden tenseness, reached for the hilt of his sword.
Legolas picked up his bow and crept silently to the bushes and froze again, listening. He jerked his head towards the bushes and drew an arrow. Aragorn followed the Elf and drew his sword.
With a silent cry, Aragorn part the bushes with his sword. Legolas pointed his bow at the figure. Everyone paused. Legolas lowered his bow and studied the fallen figure, who sat up.
"Who are you?" the figure demanded. He rubbed his shoulder and glared up at Aragorn and Legolas. His eyes widened when he caught sight of Legolas's pointed ears. "Elf!" he gasped.
"Yes," Aragorn answered. It was no use trying to hide Legolas's identity. The man climbed to his feet and studied the two with a curious look plastered onto his face. "I am Cylon, son of Rethro." He held out his hand and Aragorn shook it warmly.
"Strider, Ranger of the North," he said in return. "And this is. . ._Beleru_, my companion." Legolas threw him a shrewd look, but did not say anything. He fixed a hard gaze upon Cylon, who stared back at him defiantly.
"What say you to be here in the forests of Byrium?" Cylon questioned Aragorn, deciding to ignore the Elf all together. Legolas frowned and answered quietly, but firmly, "That is our business." Cylon shot him a cold glare, which Aragorn did not see.
Confused by his friend's sudden act of hostility, Aragorn said, "We are traveling. What of you?" Cylon directed his gaze once more to Aragorn and said warmly, "I live in these woods." Aragorn nodded and smiled.
"Would you like to join us?" Aragorn motioned to the remaining meat resting in the pot. Cylon let out a broad smile. "I do not see why not." He started towards the fire, Aragorn close at his heels. The ranger turned abruptly and said to Legolas, "Will you be joining us, Beleru?" He gave a wicked smile and he coughed, laughter threatening to spill over.
Legolas gave a slight smile and replied, "I do not think I will." Aragorn blinked at him surprised and glanced back at Cylon who was waiting besides the fire. "Legolas?" he said in a hushed voice. "What is the matter?" Legolas hesitated. "Nothing, Strider," he finally answered softly.
Aragorn shot the Elf a concerned look, but shrugged it off. "Go," Legolas said. He motioned to Cylon. "He is waiting." Aragorn glanced back and smiled at his friend.
"Join us soon, _Beleru_," Aragorn commanded firmly. He smiled again and headed towards Cylon. Legolas sighed and smiled to himself, despite how he felt now. He headed into the woods and leapt lightly up into tree, not far from where Aragorn sat, seeking solace and time to think.
Not far off, Aragorn was speaking to Cylon. "What were you doing in the bushes?" Aragorn asked curiously. Cylon swallowed the remaining meat in his mouth before replying, "I heard noises." Shrugging, he leaned towards Aragorn and said softly, "Do you think we can trust this. . .Beleru?" Aragorn gave a wry smile.
"Aye," the ranger said firmly. "Beleru can, indeed, be trusted." Cylon studied the ranger again, his violet eyes blank. He nodded and set the empty plate down. "I have never seen one of the First Born before. . .tell me more about this companion of yours."
"Well," Aragorn stated hesitantly. "I have not known him long." Seeing the shrewd look on the other's face he quickly explained, "My brothers and father knew him before he and I met." Cylon gave a nod and prodded the ranger to continue. "He is an archer," Aragorn retorted slowly. "He is an excellent companion and you would not find a better warrior anywhere. I am indeed blessed to have him with me."
Cylon nodded and glanced at the darkening sky. "Where is he now?" Aragorn glanced at the man suspiciously but answered politely, "I think he is scouting." Cylon gave a quiet chuckle that sent a sudden shiver down Aragorn's back, "Why do you laugh?" Aragorn asked. He cocked his head and waited for Cylon's answer. "I laugh because there is nothing for your Elf to scout."
"First," Aragorn stated icily, "Le-Beleru is not _my_ Elf, and second, what do you mean there is nothing to scout?" Cylon flashed him an apologetic smile, but his violet eyes remained dark. "I meant no offense, my dear ranger! As for nothing to scout, there is no danger here."
Aragorn frowned. No danger? That did not sound right. . .He saw Cylon study the horses and give a low whistle, impressed. "I like your steeds there," he commented. Aragorn grinned and called Dinlhach over to him. His copper horse trotted over, but Feransul remained where he was. The white beast raised his great head and glanced at the humans warily. He snorted and tossed his head.
"Why does that horse not have a saddle nor bridle?" Cylon questioned. He stood and dusted his hands. "He is of an elven breed. He does not need a saddle or bridle," Aragorn replied. He stood and patted Dinlhach softly before setting him loose. Cylon studied Aragorn's horse and said, "Where did you get such a beast?" Aragorn smiled as he watched his horse graze in the dying flames of the sun.
"He was a gift," Aragorn answered. Cylon nodded and jerked his head towards Feransul. "Is he your friend's?" Aragorn nodded. Cylon ran a hand through his short, rugged hair and said, "I wonder how Referth is doing."
"Referth?" Aragorn glanced at the man and saw him smile. "Aye, my horse. Shall I call him?" Aragorn shrugged and replied, "Do what you wish, Cylon." The man nodded and let out a loud ear-piercing whistle. Feransul snorted angrily at this and shook his mane. Dinlhach responded in a similar way and moved away from Cylon.
Suddenly, out of the bushes, a black stallion cantered through. It's coat was coal black, as well as every where else. Aragorn studied the beast. Feransul, upon hearing the horse's entrance, looked up. When he saw the black beast, the elven horse reared back and neighed loudly. His ears were drawn back and he was snorting angrily at this.
Dinlhach quivered and his shook his head nervously. Aragorn frowned and rushed to calm the horses. "Sh," Aragorn whispered soothingly. "Calm down, my friend." Dinlhach bobbed his head a final time before quieting. Aragorn moved to Feransul who pranced free of him. The white horse glared angrily at the man and jerked away from his touch.
Cylon watched this with amusement. He gripped the bridle of his horse tightly and jerked it to keep the horse moving towards the fire. Aragorn, surprised how the man treated his horse, chose to ignore this. Desperately, the ranger gave a high whistle followed by a low one.
He watched Feransul for a minute before heading towards Cylon. "Are you not going to calm that horse down?" Cylon asked, laughing. Aragorn chuckled and said, "Nay, Beleru will." Cylon raised a bushy eyebrow before shrugging. Aragorn inspected Referth, who was snorting.
"Your horse seems. . ." the ranger trailed off. "What?" the man from Byrium asked curiously. Aragorn did not have a chance to answer, for Legolas had arrived at the camp. "What have you called for, Strider?" Legolas asked softly. He eyed Cylon with displeasure.
"Feransul will not quiet," Aragorn answered. He motioned to the horse who stood away from them. Legolas frowned and turned his attention to the black horse. "What?" Cylon snapped impatiently. Legolas glared at him. "Nothing," he retorted coolly. He turned and started towards Feransul.
"Peace, my friend," he whispered softly. He calmly stoked the horse and talked to him. Aragorn watched this exchange with interest and Cylon watched, glaring. Feransul quieted and dropped his proud head. He nudged Legolas who looked puzzled at the horse's sudden look of defeat.
The ranger walked over to the Elf and asked, "What ails Feransul?" Legolas glanced at him, worried. "I do not know, but it has something to do with that horse over there."
Aragorn tipped his head and called to Dinlhach who came to his side. "Shall we try taking the horses near him?" Legolas glared at him. "Why?" he asked angrily. Aragorn stepped back, surprised at the Elf's sudden lashing. Legolas, seeing he had hurt his friend, sighed. "Forgive me, I do not know what is the matter with me today." Aragorn frowned but nodded.
He took Dinlhach's halter in one hand and slowly began leading the copper horse towards Referth. Dinlhach froze and would not budge. Aragorn coaxed and pleaded but the great horse of Imladris would not move. "He is afraid?" Aragorn wondered unhappily. Legolas gazed at Feransul and replied in a low voice. "Not afraid. . .but angry."
He glanced at Aragorn who raised a dark eyebrow. "Angry?" Aragorn asked, bewildered. Legolas nodded but did not sat any more. The ranger sighed and gave up. He turned Dinlhach loose and sat down besides Cylon. Referth had moved away from his master and grazed on some grass. Aragorn sighed and leaned against a tree.
"Did you calm that horse down?" Cylon asked quietly. "Aye, Beleru has," Aragorn answered, missing the scowl at the mention of Legolas's name. Cylon sat across from him and gazed at the Elf who was still whispering in a low voice to the horse.
"What is he doing?" Cylon asked. His voice had come out harsh and Aragorn's closed eyes opened. "He is trying to find out what is wrong." Cylon shot him a look but did not reply. The ranger heard his friend sigh and move away from his horse, retreating towards a large tree. He sat at the base of this tree and watched the horses.
"Rest, Cylon, you must be weary," Aragorn addressed. The man glanced at the ranger and replied, "Aye. Good night, Strider." Aragorn nodded and looked away from Cylon, who had leaned against a tree and closed his eyes. As soon as his was asleep, Aragorn crept over to the Elf.
"Legolas?" he whispered softly in Elvish. Legolas turned his gaze towards the ranger. He nodded his greeting and turned his bright blue eyes towards the sleeping horses again. His brows furrowed and the Elf shook his head, which shone like silver in the moon.
"I do not know what is wrong with them," Legolas admitted. He leaned back and glanced at Aragorn. "Why do you not rest?" The Elf inquired. Aragorn shook his head and answered, "I do not sleep because I want to talk with you." Legolas glanced at him again, surprised. "Speak then."
Aragorn opened his mouth. "Why do you not like Beleru?" Legolas sent him a sharp gaze and the ranger winced inwardly. "Because I do not trust him." Legolas voice was firm and hard. His face showed no trace of emotions and Aragorn sighed bitterly.
"This is not going to go anywhere," he said softly. The Elf did not even spare him a glance as he answered, "You asked me a question and I answered it. What more do you what of me?" Aragorn narrowed his eyes in frustration. He took a deep breath and calmed himself.
"Why do you not trust him? Tell me, Legolas!" He demanded. The ranger glanced at Cylon's sleeping form, and was glad this argument was in Elvish. Legolas faced him and said with less defiance, "I do not wish to tell you." Aragorn, glad that Legolas was letting his guard down, pressed on. "Why?"
The Elf glared at him, clearly annoyed. "If you really wish to know, it is because something about him is not right. He is strange." Aragorn's eyes never left the Elf's face nor did Legolas's steady gaze ever leave Aragorn's. "What do you feel?" Aragorn asked softly. Legolas looked away and replied neutrally, "I cannot tell. . .but there is something about this man-"
"You do not like him because he is a man?" Aragorn asked angrily. Legolas faced him again, his blue eyes blazing. "Yes," he hissed sarcastically. "I do not trust him because he is a _man_! A _human_ like you!" He stood and shook his head, glaring down at the sitting ranger.
Aragorn could clearly read Legolas's eyes. They were a darker blue now, and filled with anger, accusations, and sadness. The ranger stood and opened his mouth to apologize when the Elf shook his head a final time in disbelief and walked away.
The ranger sighed and rested against the tree. That foolish Elf, he thought, forgot to take his bow! He was suddenly angry at the Elf's childish act. But as sleep dulled his mind, he a memory of his father telling him something about the prince.
*Flashback*
"Legolas will be slow to accept Men," Elrond explained. Aragorn glanced at the Elf. "Why is that Father?" he asked curiously. The Elf-lord turned to him and said in a low voice, "His past has had many bitter dealings with Men, Estel. He will not take to them lightly nor does he speak about his mother often."
"Why?" Aragorn questioned darkly. "What happened?" Elrond sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Those are not my stories to tell, my son," he replied. "Perhaps the young prince of Mirkwood shall tell you." Aragorn frowned but questioned his father no further.
*End Flashback*
Aragorn groaned and mentally slapped himself. The Elf had told him about his mother and now the ranger was accusing him of something he would never admit. Aragorn rubbed his aching eyes and closed them, making a note to himself to apologize.
The ranger heard the arrow before he saw it. A loud twang sounded and a fierce burning pain erupted at his shoulder. He gave a cry and his eyes flew open. He saw the arrow protruding from his shoulder and staggered up. He unsheathed his sword and called to Dinlhach weakly. Before the horse could get to his master, men were surrounding it.
"Run!" Aragorn shouted in elvish. His horse turned his gaze on him and seemed hesitant. "Feransul! Follow him and bring Legolas back!" The white beast gave an understandable neigh and bolted into the darkness, Dinlhach following. Aragorn tightened his grip on his sword's hilt and gritted his teeth in pain.
Aragorn turned towards Cylon and found him upon his black steed ordering the men. "Cylon!" Aragorn gasped. He narrowed his eyes and whispered harshly, "You set this up." Cylon nodded and smiled wickedly. "You should have listened to your Elf." Aragorn glared at him angrily but did not say anything.
Cylon opened his mouth to say more when suddenly the man in front of him fell, an arrow protruding from his heart. "Legolas," Aragorn breathed. His eyes wandered to the trees and Cylon, noticing this, gave a shout, "Search the trees! The Elf is hiding in the trees!"
The men scampered, swords drawn. Their fearful eyes searched the branches frantically, all except one. He had drawn an arrow onto his crossbow and studied the trees. "You're the one who shot me," Aragorn gasped out. The man glanced at him but turned his attention to the tree behind Aragorn. He placed his finger on the trigger of the crossbow and aimed.
He stilled and watched the leaves for any sudden movements. Nothing but the soft breeze among the leaves was visible, but still the man would not move. "Trulyn!" Cylon snapped. "Do not play around! I hired you now do the job properly." The man, who Aragorn decided was Trulyn, ignored Cylon. Aiming, Trulyn pulled the trigger and shot into the leaves of the tree.
Everyone froze. When nothing happened, Trulyn calmly placed another arrow upon his weapon, this time aiming it at the wounded ranger. "Stop!" Cylon screamed angrily. His face was growing darker in the moonlight. "Do not kill him!" The man ignored Cylon and fired.
Aragorn closed his eyes fearing for the worse when he felt nothing. His eyes opened slowly and he gave a silent gasp when he saw Legolas before him. His two wicked knives were drawn and a sliced arrow lay at his feet. Trulyn gave a satisfied smile before dropping his crossbow and drawing his sword.
"Strider!" Legolas said sharply. "We must run!" Aragorn nodded and backed up, stepping on something. He looked down and saw that he had gingerly stepped on the Elf's bow. He picked the weapon up and cradle it against him. He held his sword, still, but moved with sluggish motions.
"Go!" Legolas ordered. His eyes did not stray from Cylon's many men. "I will not leave you," Aragorn answered firmly. "Strider!" Legolas snapped angrily. Aragorn took a step back and stared in surprise at his friend's back. Legolas did not turn to yell at his friend, for Trulyn was giving the signal to move in.
"Estel!" Legolas shouted in elvish, but Aragorn remained rooted to the spot. "I will not leave!" He replied. The Elf switched to elvish and said aggravated, "Leave now. You are in no condition to fight." Aragorn shook his head, though he knew Legolas could not see him from the back. "No," he retorted firmly. He spoke in Legolas's tongue and this exasperated the Elf even more. But Legolas had no time to answer the stubborn ranger.
Legolas blocked the first man, whirling and stabbing him in the chest. Trulyn watched, not afar, with amazement. The Elf moved with such a grace, that he seemed as if he were dancing. Legolas concentrated on keeping the men away from Aragorn, but he knew it was a matter of time before Cylon's men overthrew him. He turned suddenly when he heard Aragorn cry out. The ranger was on the ground, unconscious. His sword lay discarded, but Legolas's own bow was held tightly in his hand.
"Strider!" Legolas cried out. He blocked another blow and fought back quickly. He slew many men, but in the end, the lone elf could not prevail. As the men overpowered him, they grabbed his arms tightly and held him still. Legolas struggled, but the grips of the men were strong and the Elf felt nauseous as memories from his past flooded back.
A knee was rammed into his stomach and Legolas doubled over, gasping for breath, when suddenly the hilt of a sword was slammed against his skull. Legolas blinked and shook his head in attempt to clear his sight, but was rewarded with another shower of pain. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Trulyn's cold smile.
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Beleru: Mighty Skill
Cylon: pronounced (ky-lon)
Trulyn: pronounced (troo-lin)
[A/N:] *falls back into my chair completely exhausted* Whew! *wipes sweat* Completed my third chapter! *drools* I'm hungry for ramen! T_T Anyway, it's about 11:00 pm here and I'm pooped! *falls asleep* That reminds me, no school tomorrow! *celebrates* Well, thank you all you lovely reviewers and I'm glad to have pleased you with my story so far! I hope it gets better! ^^;; Do I worry too much? *sighs* just finished editing all my chapters and it is now 11:30. Aha! Left you at a cliffhanger! *evil grin* Well, I got to sleep! [end]
Yes, yes, another update! I promise to get to the plot more quickly! *guilty smile* Please stay with me and be patient! Okay! *rubs hands together* Let's get started! For full summary, disclaimers, and all that other junk, see the first chapter!
Well Met Indeed
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Chapter 3 - And So It Begins. . .
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Elladan held back a sneeze as a the dust from the book floated into his nose. The ancient, leather bound book he held in his arms was flipped open to a yellow page. Elladan made his way to a chair by the window and sat. The sunlight laced its way in through the thin curtains. The Elf sat back and studied the page carefully, a frown marring his fair features.
The yellow pages wrinkled at his light touch, but Elladan turned the pages, reading intently. Meanwhile, Elrohir, having sent the messenger to Mirkwood, searched for his brother. A muffled sniffing caught his attention as he was nearing the library. He peered in and found his twin hidden behind a ruby colored book.
The sniffling continued and Elrohir grinned. "I thought that Elves were not exposed to sickness." Elladan jumped at the his brother's humorous voice. He scowled lightly. "You should at least apologize," Elladan sniffled. Elrohir chose to ignore this. He walked quickly to his brother's side and peered at the old pages.
"What is it that you read?" Elrohir questioned slowly. Elladan looked up and said in a low voice, "I am searching for Byrium." Elrohir stared at his brother in surprise. "Come," Elladan suggested. He motioned for Elrohir to follow him to a table with two seats. Elrohir slid into the seat besides Elladan and asked, "What have you found so far?" Elladan did not need to face his brother to explain.
"Read," Elladan commanded. He thrust the book towards Elrohir who took it with great care. The Elf's brown eyes moved often, turning page after page. Elladan waited patiently until Elrohir was through.
"This does not tell us much," Elrohir said, disappointed. Elladan sighed. "Indeed. Nothing more than Father and Mithrandir know anyway." Elrohir shot him a look. "You have been eavesdropping." It was not a question, but a statement and Elladan nodded, grinning.
Elrohir's tight look twisted into a pleasant smile. "Aha!" Elrohir laughed as he thumped his brother lightly on the back. "Just like the old days, isn't it Elladan?" Elrohir congratulated. Elladan sighed contently and leaned back in his seat. "Aye. How I miss those days."
Elrohir nodded and closed the book. He gave a snicker and snuck a glance at his brother. Elladan, seeing his brother's gaze, raised a questioning eyebrow.
"What are you two doing here?"
Elladan jumped in his seat, as did Elrohir. "Father!" he gasped. "We did not hear you approach." Elrond smiled at his sons from the entrance of the library. "It is a beautiful day, why are you two in the library? Usually I have to drag the two of you in here." Elrond replied, amusement coloring his voice. Elrohir exchanged a guilty look with Elladan, but lied, "I was seeking Elladan's counsel and found him asleep in the library."
"I was searching for a place of silence," Elladan explained at his father's look of unbelief. Elrond motioned around him. "Do you hear anything, my sons?" Elladan paused and listened, but even with his keen hearing, the Elf could hear no noise.
"Well?" Elrond questioned. Elladan and Elrohir exchanged sheepish looks. "You're right, Father," Elrohir said slowly. "Elladan and I will go and. . ." He shot Elladan a look. He raised his eyebrows, gesturing for help.
"And practice our. . ." Elladan rushed on. He jabbed his elbow into Elrohir's ribs. Elrohir let out a cry, but quieted as quickly as it came. Shooting his brother a dirty look, he continued, "Archery."
"Archery?" Elrond asked in disbelief. His eyebrows shot into his fine hairline. "Yes," Elladan answered with more certainty. "Elrohir and I will go practice archery. . .outside. . . now. . . " He stood quickly and rushed past his father, Elrohir right at his heels.
Elrond stared after the fleeing forms of his sons, bemused. The Elf- Lord made his way over to the table and studied the book that lay on the tabletop. He picked it up and flipped it to a page that was marked by either Elladan or Elrohir. His look of curiosity faded into a frown as he saw the words "Byrium" handwritten carefully at top of the old, wrinkled page.
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Gandalf stood at the balcony studying the sky carefully. As he suspected, a large bronze eagle flew towards the Istar. The wizard waited patiently until the eagle perched on a bough of a tree.
"Hail and well met!" Gandalf called. He raised a hand towards Gwaither in a greeting. The great bronze eagle towards its piercing gaze to the wizard and his wicked beak seemed to curve into a smile.
"Gandalf," Gwaither greeted, voice, smooth and rich. Gandalf smiled and hobbled towards his friend. "So, tell me," Gandalf began as he scratched his nose, "how do the two walkers fare?" If Gwaither was a human, his smile would have been visible.
"Well. They do well," he answered in a soft voice. "Much better than I anticipated." Gwaither eyed the wizard with suspicion. "Though I do not understand why is it that you sent those two in the first place, the very air screams of disturbance." Gandalf gave a grave smile. "Indeed. I am beginning to doubt my word."
Gwaither gave him an amused glance and shifted his weight. "Well, Grey Pilgrim, you have received your news, do you desire any more from me?" Gandalf gave a booming laugh. "You are not linked to me, Gwaither, in any way. I merely asked your assistance and you agreed."
The eagle made a noise that sounded like laughter. "Very well," he agreed. He flapped his great wings and rose into the air. "If you need me, you know where I will be." Gandalf nodded his thanks and watched as Gwaither faded into the horizon.
The Istar studied the trees nearby, in deep thought. "I hope you are not trying to communicate through the wind again, Mithrandir." Gandalf turned and faced the Lord of Imladris. If the wizard was surprised, he did not show it.
"Not this time." Gandalf shared a laugh with Elrond. "What ails you?" Elrond gazed at the wizard suspiciously. "If it concerns Estel or Legolas, I wish to know."
"And if it is not, would you still wish to hear about my worries, doubts, and fears?" Gandalf jested. Elrond's tight lips curved into a thin smile, but the Elf remained silent. The wizard sighed and began pacing. "I have asked Gwaither to keep watch of them for some time." Elrond raised an eyebrow.
"And," Gandalf continued. "My friend has told me, they are quite well on their own. It is just that something about the air around them. . .it does not seem quite right." Elrond gave a slight nod. Concern was etched into his features.
"I fear I need to leave Rivendell," Gandalf said quietly after some silence. There was no amusement in his voice, no twinkle in his eye. Elrond faced him, alarmed. "Why?" he inclined sharply. Gandalf gave him a reassuring smile.
"Nothing urgent." Gandalf chuckled. "Just a quick trip to Mirkwood." Elrond frowned, but did not say anything. "If the Elvenking received the message from you, he will be going through the same thing." Gandalf gave a small chuckle. "He will need reassurance of some kind."
Elrond shot the wizard a look of amusement, though his mind constantly screamed of his son. "Go then," he said tightly. "Thranduil must be anything but calm now." Gandalf laughed at the thought of the usually calm Elf in hysterics. He nodded and said, "I fear I will need to borrow a horse. Sharendell has always been a favorite of mine."
Elrond nodded and walked with the wizard to the stables. When finally reaching the horses, Gandalf pulled on his pointy hat and held his staff in a more comfortable grip.
"Do not worry much," Gandalf advised. He pulled himself upon Sharendell's grey back with more swiftness than one his age. Elrond gave him a smile and replied, "And stay in Mirkwood as long as you need. There is no rush." Gandalf chuckled and motioned Sharendell forward.
As the wizard disappeared into the woods, Elrond sighed and laughed to himself. "A grey mount for a grey pilgrim," he said, amused. He shook his head and walked about to his study, passing an empty archery field.
He paused and frowned at the barren field. Something is missing from this picture, he thought. Elrohir. . .Elladan. . .
The Elf suppressed a groan and headed towards the library, in hopes of finding his two remaining sons.
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"NO! NOT LIKE THAT!"
Legolas stared in horror as Aragorn notched another arrow and shot it wildly at their prey, a wild deer. The deer gave an annoyed shake of its shake but did not move, sensing no danger from the ranger.
"What?" Aragorn asked innocently. "What did I do?" Legolas glared and him and shook his head. "You're wasting all MY arrows!" Aragorn gave a devilish grin. He pulled another arrow back on the string and aimed.
"STOP!"
Aragorn, surprised by the Elf's sudden outburst, released the arrow without the proper aim. The Elf and Man watched astounded as the arrow reached its mark: the deer's heart.
The poor beast fell right where it was, the very grass it was chewing still laying in its mouth. Legolas's mouth dropped open. "See?" Aragorn boasted. "I hit the target!" Legolas turned his look of disbelief at the ranger and growled, "Lucky shot!"
Aragorn shook his head. "Believe what you want, but I think I'm starting to get the hang of this." The ranger was rewarded with a playful slap on the shoulder from his friend. Aragorn laughed and dropped out of the tree, Legolas following. The two inspected the deer and Legolas said, "Let us set up camp here." Aragorn nodded and began to set down his bow and his pack.
Legolas let out a high pitched whistle, calling their horses, and placed his bow carefully besides the bundle of wood Aragorn began to gather. Feransul bounded out of the bushes, neighing playfully at Dinlhach. The great copper horse tossed his head and pranced towards Aragorn, nuzzling him affectionately on the elbow.
Feransul, on the other hand, thrust his white nose in Legolas hair and began snorting. The Elf laughed and pushed the horse away gently. "Not now, Feransul," he scolded. He began to strike a flame together. The elven horse tossed his head proudly and gave a whinny.
"Your horse sounds as if he is whining," Aragorn commented and he dumped the rest of the firewood by the small fire Legolas had lit. Legolas made a face and glanced at Aragorn's kill.
"Should we?" he asked. The ranger followed his gaze and nodded. The two made their way to the deer. Skinning it carefully, Aragorn handed the meat to Legolas who cooked it. As the carcasses were burned, the two enjoyed their meal.
"Not bad," Aragorn said, chewing the meat slowly. He swallowed just as slowly as he chewed. Legolas laughed softly and studied the meat on his fork. "I suppose," he agreed. He took a small bite out of the chunk of meat.
Aragorn grinned and set his empty plate on the ground. "Have more," Legolas commanded, motioning to the pot. Aragorn shook his head and patted his now-full stomach, giving a happy sigh. "You need to eat more," Legolas instructed. The Elf took another small bite at the meat. "You are still growing."
The ranger made a face. "Am not!" Legolas shot him an amused glanced. "You are growing," he repeated. He finished the last piece of meat and set the plate besides Aragorn.
"What about you?" the human questioned. "It is not like your diet consists of only berries and nuts." Legolas rolled his eyes and shook his head. "_I_ am an Elf," he replied.
"Oh sure, that explains a lot!" the ranger retorted sarcastically. "Watch your tongue, human," Legolas said fiercely, though amusement ran deeply into his blue eyes. Aragorn grinned and prodded the fire with a stick, sending a shower of sparks up.
Legolas who had been watching the horses graze in the afternoon sun, heard a sudden noise. He froze and turned towards the sound. Aragorn, noticing the Elf's sudden tenseness, reached for the hilt of his sword.
Legolas picked up his bow and crept silently to the bushes and froze again, listening. He jerked his head towards the bushes and drew an arrow. Aragorn followed the Elf and drew his sword.
With a silent cry, Aragorn part the bushes with his sword. Legolas pointed his bow at the figure. Everyone paused. Legolas lowered his bow and studied the fallen figure, who sat up.
"Who are you?" the figure demanded. He rubbed his shoulder and glared up at Aragorn and Legolas. His eyes widened when he caught sight of Legolas's pointed ears. "Elf!" he gasped.
"Yes," Aragorn answered. It was no use trying to hide Legolas's identity. The man climbed to his feet and studied the two with a curious look plastered onto his face. "I am Cylon, son of Rethro." He held out his hand and Aragorn shook it warmly.
"Strider, Ranger of the North," he said in return. "And this is. . ._Beleru_, my companion." Legolas threw him a shrewd look, but did not say anything. He fixed a hard gaze upon Cylon, who stared back at him defiantly.
"What say you to be here in the forests of Byrium?" Cylon questioned Aragorn, deciding to ignore the Elf all together. Legolas frowned and answered quietly, but firmly, "That is our business." Cylon shot him a cold glare, which Aragorn did not see.
Confused by his friend's sudden act of hostility, Aragorn said, "We are traveling. What of you?" Cylon directed his gaze once more to Aragorn and said warmly, "I live in these woods." Aragorn nodded and smiled.
"Would you like to join us?" Aragorn motioned to the remaining meat resting in the pot. Cylon let out a broad smile. "I do not see why not." He started towards the fire, Aragorn close at his heels. The ranger turned abruptly and said to Legolas, "Will you be joining us, Beleru?" He gave a wicked smile and he coughed, laughter threatening to spill over.
Legolas gave a slight smile and replied, "I do not think I will." Aragorn blinked at him surprised and glanced back at Cylon who was waiting besides the fire. "Legolas?" he said in a hushed voice. "What is the matter?" Legolas hesitated. "Nothing, Strider," he finally answered softly.
Aragorn shot the Elf a concerned look, but shrugged it off. "Go," Legolas said. He motioned to Cylon. "He is waiting." Aragorn glanced back and smiled at his friend.
"Join us soon, _Beleru_," Aragorn commanded firmly. He smiled again and headed towards Cylon. Legolas sighed and smiled to himself, despite how he felt now. He headed into the woods and leapt lightly up into tree, not far from where Aragorn sat, seeking solace and time to think.
Not far off, Aragorn was speaking to Cylon. "What were you doing in the bushes?" Aragorn asked curiously. Cylon swallowed the remaining meat in his mouth before replying, "I heard noises." Shrugging, he leaned towards Aragorn and said softly, "Do you think we can trust this. . .Beleru?" Aragorn gave a wry smile.
"Aye," the ranger said firmly. "Beleru can, indeed, be trusted." Cylon studied the ranger again, his violet eyes blank. He nodded and set the empty plate down. "I have never seen one of the First Born before. . .tell me more about this companion of yours."
"Well," Aragorn stated hesitantly. "I have not known him long." Seeing the shrewd look on the other's face he quickly explained, "My brothers and father knew him before he and I met." Cylon gave a nod and prodded the ranger to continue. "He is an archer," Aragorn retorted slowly. "He is an excellent companion and you would not find a better warrior anywhere. I am indeed blessed to have him with me."
Cylon nodded and glanced at the darkening sky. "Where is he now?" Aragorn glanced at the man suspiciously but answered politely, "I think he is scouting." Cylon gave a quiet chuckle that sent a sudden shiver down Aragorn's back, "Why do you laugh?" Aragorn asked. He cocked his head and waited for Cylon's answer. "I laugh because there is nothing for your Elf to scout."
"First," Aragorn stated icily, "Le-Beleru is not _my_ Elf, and second, what do you mean there is nothing to scout?" Cylon flashed him an apologetic smile, but his violet eyes remained dark. "I meant no offense, my dear ranger! As for nothing to scout, there is no danger here."
Aragorn frowned. No danger? That did not sound right. . .He saw Cylon study the horses and give a low whistle, impressed. "I like your steeds there," he commented. Aragorn grinned and called Dinlhach over to him. His copper horse trotted over, but Feransul remained where he was. The white beast raised his great head and glanced at the humans warily. He snorted and tossed his head.
"Why does that horse not have a saddle nor bridle?" Cylon questioned. He stood and dusted his hands. "He is of an elven breed. He does not need a saddle or bridle," Aragorn replied. He stood and patted Dinlhach softly before setting him loose. Cylon studied Aragorn's horse and said, "Where did you get such a beast?" Aragorn smiled as he watched his horse graze in the dying flames of the sun.
"He was a gift," Aragorn answered. Cylon nodded and jerked his head towards Feransul. "Is he your friend's?" Aragorn nodded. Cylon ran a hand through his short, rugged hair and said, "I wonder how Referth is doing."
"Referth?" Aragorn glanced at the man and saw him smile. "Aye, my horse. Shall I call him?" Aragorn shrugged and replied, "Do what you wish, Cylon." The man nodded and let out a loud ear-piercing whistle. Feransul snorted angrily at this and shook his mane. Dinlhach responded in a similar way and moved away from Cylon.
Suddenly, out of the bushes, a black stallion cantered through. It's coat was coal black, as well as every where else. Aragorn studied the beast. Feransul, upon hearing the horse's entrance, looked up. When he saw the black beast, the elven horse reared back and neighed loudly. His ears were drawn back and he was snorting angrily at this.
Dinlhach quivered and his shook his head nervously. Aragorn frowned and rushed to calm the horses. "Sh," Aragorn whispered soothingly. "Calm down, my friend." Dinlhach bobbed his head a final time before quieting. Aragorn moved to Feransul who pranced free of him. The white horse glared angrily at the man and jerked away from his touch.
Cylon watched this with amusement. He gripped the bridle of his horse tightly and jerked it to keep the horse moving towards the fire. Aragorn, surprised how the man treated his horse, chose to ignore this. Desperately, the ranger gave a high whistle followed by a low one.
He watched Feransul for a minute before heading towards Cylon. "Are you not going to calm that horse down?" Cylon asked, laughing. Aragorn chuckled and said, "Nay, Beleru will." Cylon raised a bushy eyebrow before shrugging. Aragorn inspected Referth, who was snorting.
"Your horse seems. . ." the ranger trailed off. "What?" the man from Byrium asked curiously. Aragorn did not have a chance to answer, for Legolas had arrived at the camp. "What have you called for, Strider?" Legolas asked softly. He eyed Cylon with displeasure.
"Feransul will not quiet," Aragorn answered. He motioned to the horse who stood away from them. Legolas frowned and turned his attention to the black horse. "What?" Cylon snapped impatiently. Legolas glared at him. "Nothing," he retorted coolly. He turned and started towards Feransul.
"Peace, my friend," he whispered softly. He calmly stoked the horse and talked to him. Aragorn watched this exchange with interest and Cylon watched, glaring. Feransul quieted and dropped his proud head. He nudged Legolas who looked puzzled at the horse's sudden look of defeat.
The ranger walked over to the Elf and asked, "What ails Feransul?" Legolas glanced at him, worried. "I do not know, but it has something to do with that horse over there."
Aragorn tipped his head and called to Dinlhach who came to his side. "Shall we try taking the horses near him?" Legolas glared at him. "Why?" he asked angrily. Aragorn stepped back, surprised at the Elf's sudden lashing. Legolas, seeing he had hurt his friend, sighed. "Forgive me, I do not know what is the matter with me today." Aragorn frowned but nodded.
He took Dinlhach's halter in one hand and slowly began leading the copper horse towards Referth. Dinlhach froze and would not budge. Aragorn coaxed and pleaded but the great horse of Imladris would not move. "He is afraid?" Aragorn wondered unhappily. Legolas gazed at Feransul and replied in a low voice. "Not afraid. . .but angry."
He glanced at Aragorn who raised a dark eyebrow. "Angry?" Aragorn asked, bewildered. Legolas nodded but did not sat any more. The ranger sighed and gave up. He turned Dinlhach loose and sat down besides Cylon. Referth had moved away from his master and grazed on some grass. Aragorn sighed and leaned against a tree.
"Did you calm that horse down?" Cylon asked quietly. "Aye, Beleru has," Aragorn answered, missing the scowl at the mention of Legolas's name. Cylon sat across from him and gazed at the Elf who was still whispering in a low voice to the horse.
"What is he doing?" Cylon asked. His voice had come out harsh and Aragorn's closed eyes opened. "He is trying to find out what is wrong." Cylon shot him a look but did not reply. The ranger heard his friend sigh and move away from his horse, retreating towards a large tree. He sat at the base of this tree and watched the horses.
"Rest, Cylon, you must be weary," Aragorn addressed. The man glanced at the ranger and replied, "Aye. Good night, Strider." Aragorn nodded and looked away from Cylon, who had leaned against a tree and closed his eyes. As soon as his was asleep, Aragorn crept over to the Elf.
"Legolas?" he whispered softly in Elvish. Legolas turned his gaze towards the ranger. He nodded his greeting and turned his bright blue eyes towards the sleeping horses again. His brows furrowed and the Elf shook his head, which shone like silver in the moon.
"I do not know what is wrong with them," Legolas admitted. He leaned back and glanced at Aragorn. "Why do you not rest?" The Elf inquired. Aragorn shook his head and answered, "I do not sleep because I want to talk with you." Legolas glanced at him again, surprised. "Speak then."
Aragorn opened his mouth. "Why do you not like Beleru?" Legolas sent him a sharp gaze and the ranger winced inwardly. "Because I do not trust him." Legolas voice was firm and hard. His face showed no trace of emotions and Aragorn sighed bitterly.
"This is not going to go anywhere," he said softly. The Elf did not even spare him a glance as he answered, "You asked me a question and I answered it. What more do you what of me?" Aragorn narrowed his eyes in frustration. He took a deep breath and calmed himself.
"Why do you not trust him? Tell me, Legolas!" He demanded. The ranger glanced at Cylon's sleeping form, and was glad this argument was in Elvish. Legolas faced him and said with less defiance, "I do not wish to tell you." Aragorn, glad that Legolas was letting his guard down, pressed on. "Why?"
The Elf glared at him, clearly annoyed. "If you really wish to know, it is because something about him is not right. He is strange." Aragorn's eyes never left the Elf's face nor did Legolas's steady gaze ever leave Aragorn's. "What do you feel?" Aragorn asked softly. Legolas looked away and replied neutrally, "I cannot tell. . .but there is something about this man-"
"You do not like him because he is a man?" Aragorn asked angrily. Legolas faced him again, his blue eyes blazing. "Yes," he hissed sarcastically. "I do not trust him because he is a _man_! A _human_ like you!" He stood and shook his head, glaring down at the sitting ranger.
Aragorn could clearly read Legolas's eyes. They were a darker blue now, and filled with anger, accusations, and sadness. The ranger stood and opened his mouth to apologize when the Elf shook his head a final time in disbelief and walked away.
The ranger sighed and rested against the tree. That foolish Elf, he thought, forgot to take his bow! He was suddenly angry at the Elf's childish act. But as sleep dulled his mind, he a memory of his father telling him something about the prince.
*Flashback*
"Legolas will be slow to accept Men," Elrond explained. Aragorn glanced at the Elf. "Why is that Father?" he asked curiously. The Elf-lord turned to him and said in a low voice, "His past has had many bitter dealings with Men, Estel. He will not take to them lightly nor does he speak about his mother often."
"Why?" Aragorn questioned darkly. "What happened?" Elrond sighed and rubbed his eyes wearily. "Those are not my stories to tell, my son," he replied. "Perhaps the young prince of Mirkwood shall tell you." Aragorn frowned but questioned his father no further.
*End Flashback*
Aragorn groaned and mentally slapped himself. The Elf had told him about his mother and now the ranger was accusing him of something he would never admit. Aragorn rubbed his aching eyes and closed them, making a note to himself to apologize.
The ranger heard the arrow before he saw it. A loud twang sounded and a fierce burning pain erupted at his shoulder. He gave a cry and his eyes flew open. He saw the arrow protruding from his shoulder and staggered up. He unsheathed his sword and called to Dinlhach weakly. Before the horse could get to his master, men were surrounding it.
"Run!" Aragorn shouted in elvish. His horse turned his gaze on him and seemed hesitant. "Feransul! Follow him and bring Legolas back!" The white beast gave an understandable neigh and bolted into the darkness, Dinlhach following. Aragorn tightened his grip on his sword's hilt and gritted his teeth in pain.
Aragorn turned towards Cylon and found him upon his black steed ordering the men. "Cylon!" Aragorn gasped. He narrowed his eyes and whispered harshly, "You set this up." Cylon nodded and smiled wickedly. "You should have listened to your Elf." Aragorn glared at him angrily but did not say anything.
Cylon opened his mouth to say more when suddenly the man in front of him fell, an arrow protruding from his heart. "Legolas," Aragorn breathed. His eyes wandered to the trees and Cylon, noticing this, gave a shout, "Search the trees! The Elf is hiding in the trees!"
The men scampered, swords drawn. Their fearful eyes searched the branches frantically, all except one. He had drawn an arrow onto his crossbow and studied the trees. "You're the one who shot me," Aragorn gasped out. The man glanced at him but turned his attention to the tree behind Aragorn. He placed his finger on the trigger of the crossbow and aimed.
He stilled and watched the leaves for any sudden movements. Nothing but the soft breeze among the leaves was visible, but still the man would not move. "Trulyn!" Cylon snapped. "Do not play around! I hired you now do the job properly." The man, who Aragorn decided was Trulyn, ignored Cylon. Aiming, Trulyn pulled the trigger and shot into the leaves of the tree.
Everyone froze. When nothing happened, Trulyn calmly placed another arrow upon his weapon, this time aiming it at the wounded ranger. "Stop!" Cylon screamed angrily. His face was growing darker in the moonlight. "Do not kill him!" The man ignored Cylon and fired.
Aragorn closed his eyes fearing for the worse when he felt nothing. His eyes opened slowly and he gave a silent gasp when he saw Legolas before him. His two wicked knives were drawn and a sliced arrow lay at his feet. Trulyn gave a satisfied smile before dropping his crossbow and drawing his sword.
"Strider!" Legolas said sharply. "We must run!" Aragorn nodded and backed up, stepping on something. He looked down and saw that he had gingerly stepped on the Elf's bow. He picked the weapon up and cradle it against him. He held his sword, still, but moved with sluggish motions.
"Go!" Legolas ordered. His eyes did not stray from Cylon's many men. "I will not leave you," Aragorn answered firmly. "Strider!" Legolas snapped angrily. Aragorn took a step back and stared in surprise at his friend's back. Legolas did not turn to yell at his friend, for Trulyn was giving the signal to move in.
"Estel!" Legolas shouted in elvish, but Aragorn remained rooted to the spot. "I will not leave!" He replied. The Elf switched to elvish and said aggravated, "Leave now. You are in no condition to fight." Aragorn shook his head, though he knew Legolas could not see him from the back. "No," he retorted firmly. He spoke in Legolas's tongue and this exasperated the Elf even more. But Legolas had no time to answer the stubborn ranger.
Legolas blocked the first man, whirling and stabbing him in the chest. Trulyn watched, not afar, with amazement. The Elf moved with such a grace, that he seemed as if he were dancing. Legolas concentrated on keeping the men away from Aragorn, but he knew it was a matter of time before Cylon's men overthrew him. He turned suddenly when he heard Aragorn cry out. The ranger was on the ground, unconscious. His sword lay discarded, but Legolas's own bow was held tightly in his hand.
"Strider!" Legolas cried out. He blocked another blow and fought back quickly. He slew many men, but in the end, the lone elf could not prevail. As the men overpowered him, they grabbed his arms tightly and held him still. Legolas struggled, but the grips of the men were strong and the Elf felt nauseous as memories from his past flooded back.
A knee was rammed into his stomach and Legolas doubled over, gasping for breath, when suddenly the hilt of a sword was slammed against his skull. Legolas blinked and shook his head in attempt to clear his sight, but was rewarded with another shower of pain. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was Trulyn's cold smile.
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Beleru: Mighty Skill
Cylon: pronounced (ky-lon)
Trulyn: pronounced (troo-lin)
[A/N:] *falls back into my chair completely exhausted* Whew! *wipes sweat* Completed my third chapter! *drools* I'm hungry for ramen! T_T Anyway, it's about 11:00 pm here and I'm pooped! *falls asleep* That reminds me, no school tomorrow! *celebrates* Well, thank you all you lovely reviewers and I'm glad to have pleased you with my story so far! I hope it gets better! ^^;; Do I worry too much? *sighs* just finished editing all my chapters and it is now 11:30. Aha! Left you at a cliffhanger! *evil grin* Well, I got to sleep! [end]
