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Chapter 8 – From there, It is a Downward Spiral-+-
May it be shadows call
Will fly away
May it be your journey on
To light the day
When the night is overcome
You may rise to find the sun
- May It Be (FotR soundtrack) -
It was well into the afternoon when Aragorn and Legolas stumbled into the forests of Byrium. It held no ethereal value like the forests of the Elves, but it provided the two friends with the salvation they needed. The long limbed trees shaded them from the burning sun and the heat of the noon was stilled.
Using the back of his hand, Aragorn wiped the sweat off of his forehead and glanced up into the thin braches of the trees. He drew in a sharp breath and sighed deeply. Legolas glanced at his friend, not bothered by this unnatural heat at all. The shade of the trees was plentiful, but it was not enough to cool the ranger down.
Without a word, Aragorn continued to trudge forward. Legolas fell into Aragorn's steps and asked, concerned, "Perhaps we should continue when the sun is not-"
"Nay, my friend. I believe I can go on."
Legolas nodded, though reluctantly. "Come then," he encouraged. Aragorn nodded but did not hasten his speed. The Elf seemed both annoyed and concerned that the human was not walking as fast as he could, and finally when the Mirkwood Elf could take no more of the ranger's sauntering, he sped up into a tree and disappeared from sight.
Aragorn let out a snort and muttered darkly to himself, "Ha! I feel your concern, my friend." Legolas dropped down from the branches overhead and Aragorn leapt back, startled. "Do not think I cannot hear you, Strider," Legolas warned, though no anger or threat was behind it. Aragorn shrugged sheepishly and tipped his head to the side, letting out another enormous sigh.
Suddenly the Elf drew taut. He frowned and stood still, listening. The ranger stilled and waited patiently for Legolas, though irritation ate away from his unusual hot temper. "What is it?" he finally barked, drawing a sharp glare from the Elf. "Ah, forgive me, mellon nin! This heat! It is-"
Legolas gave a short nod before silencing the man with a wave of his hand. He turned to the shrubs and sure enough, a young boy came stumbling out. His pants crawled up to his ankles, exposing his tanned bare feet. His shirt was merely a red cloth sowed poorly together, but his brown eyes! Ah, how they shone with excitement!
The boy let out a startled gasp at the sight of Legolas and Aragorn and slowly he began to inch backwards. "Do not be afraid!" Aragorn laughed, stooping into a quick bow. When he rose, he was grinning broadly. The boy's look of shock did not seem able to grow anymore and when it did, Legolas let out a quiet laugh.
"What is your name?" he asked gently. He had not moved from his position and as the boy turned his attention to him with wide eyes, Legolas stepped backward and leaned against a tree, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. "A-Arryn, sir," the boy stammered, eyes still glued to Legolas. Aragorn followed the boy's gaze and found his own eyes resting on Legolas's pointed ears.
"Well, Arryn," Aragorn laughed, "I am Strider and this is Legolas. He is an Elf, as you can see, but do not be afraid. He won't bite… at least he won't bite me." Legolas flashed the man an annoyed glare and turned back to the amazed child. "Ignore him," he said softly, but sternly, eyes sparkling with mirth. "I believe the heat has gotten to him."
Arryn's lips cracked into a small grin and he nodded, gazing from Aragorn to Legolas. "Anyway," Aragorn said, ignoring the smirking Elf, "what are you doing in this forest all alone?" Arryn opened his mouth, about to speak, when a woman called from the distance: "Arryn! Arryn, boy, where are you?"
Sunlight flashed on the boy's sandy brown hair as he turned quickly and yelled, "Over here, mama!" Legolas and Aragorn exchanged glances as a weary woman trudged out of the bushes. Her long brown hair, streaked with grey, was tied back in a loose bun, and she wore a tattered brown skirt, and white shirt. Like the boy, her feet were bare and she carried a large bundle of roots in her arms as well as on her back. Light life lines blemished her fair face, but her eyes were bright with eternal youth.
"Boy, I have been calling for you for hours!" she sighed. She did not seem to notice the two foreigners until her son cried out, "Mama! Mama! Look who I met!" She gazed down at the boy who could not have been more than eight years old. She followed the child's pointing finger to Legolas and Aragorn.
The bundle of roots fell from her hands and her mouth made a perfect O. Her hazel eyes were wide with shock as she stared at Legolas's ears. The Elf seemed uncomfortable with this and he shifted slightly, breaking the woman's continuous gaze. "Oh," she whispered, "Arryn, child, come here now!"
The boy seemed confused by his mother's reaction, but nonetheless obeyed. He stood by her side, eyes never leaving his mother's face. Aragorn cleared his throat, but before he could explain, the boy exclaimed, "Mama! It's okay! They won't hurt you. They're nice people." The mother's hand gripped her son's wrist and she shook her head in disbelief.
It was then that Aragorn stepped up. "Excuse us, but your son is quite right," he said quietly. The woman seemed at loss for words. "But… Elf… Oh, dear," she murmured. She shook her head again and when Legolas spoke calmly, her eyes opened with wonder and suspicion, but no fear this time. "Please," Legolas said gently, "we are looking for Byrium, and if you would be kind enough to point us in the right direction, we would be more than grateful."
The woman seemed more than amazed at the two's polite manner and as she stooped to pick up her fallen roots, Legolas, who was closer, helped her. "Thank you," she murmured weakly. Legolas smiled and nodded. "Your name, my lady?" he inquired, straightening up. "Oh, yes," she mumbled, a bit embarrassed. "Arundel, daughter of Sorundel." She gave a clumsy curtsy and gathered the roots into her arms more securely.
"I am Strider, ranger of the north, and this is Legolas from the woodland realm," Aragorn explained. Arundel's gaze studied each of them and she nodded, though a bit reluctantly. "I imagine you already know my son, Arryn," she sighed. Legolas laughed lightly and replied, "Yes, I am afraid we do."
The boy cracked a wide grin, and it was then that Aragorn and Legolas could see that the boy was missing several teeth. "Did you say you were headed towards Byrium?" Arundel inquired curiously. Legolas turned to her and nodded, "Aye, that we are." Aragorn glanced up at the sky and grimaced at the heat.
Arundel and Arryn, however, did not seem bothered by this heat. "Our home is in Byrium," the woman said slowly. Aragorn exchanged glances with Legolas. "I would be happy to direct you there," Arundel continued, "but you see, the gates are heavily guarded. No travelers can make it inside."
Aragorn grinned widely. "Have the Byrium ever encountered a traveling ranger and an Elf?" Arundel laughed and smiling, she admitted, "Nay, I believe our king will have a handful with you two." Legolas's lips quirked into a mischievous smile. "Interesting," he murmured to himself and Aragorn groaned.
Arryn laughed and he began to jump up and down. "Strider and Legolas are coming home with us!" he cried out laughing. Arundel's eyes widened and she hushed her son, "Be quiet, Arryn! It is not safe to speak of things of great importance here in the woods." Aragorn's eyebrows arched and he made a choked noise at the back of his throat.
Legolas shot him a disapproving glare, but his lips quirked into a wry smile. "Great importance?" Aragorn asked. Arundel blushed. "Byrium allows no travelers," she repeated firmly, dismissing her embarrassment. Legolas nodded and assured, "Aye, we understand. We shall not put your family in any danger."
"My family…" Arundel echoed staring sadly at Legolas. "My son and mother are my family…"
"Ah," Legolas said guiltily, "Forgive me, Arundel, I meant no offense."
"It is fine, Legolas," Arundel replied, smiling slightly. She shook her head and gave a secret laugh. Arryn looked up at her and grinned widely.
"Mama," he said pulling on the corner of her shirt, "I'm hungry, Mama!"
Arundel looked down at her son and tussled his sandy brown hair fondly. "Well said, my dear," she agreed. "You must be hungry, indeed!" Arryn smiled again and patted his belly. "See, Mama?" he cried proudly. "All skinny." He did not need to hold his breath to show that he was thin. Arundel gave a sad smile and said, "Oh, yes, Arryn. How thin you are…"
Arryn grinned proudly again and turned to Aragorn and Legolas. "See? See?" he exclaimed pointing to his stomach. Aragorn forced a grin and crouched down. "Well!" he exclaimed in mock surprise, "let me see!" Arryn ran to him and Aragorn poked the boy's ribs. "My, my! You must be hungry!"
As Arryn began to nod, Aragorn with a cry, began to tickle the boy mercilessly. Arryn shrieked and fell, writhing on the floor with laughter. "S-Strider!" he gasped, bursting out in giggles. Aragorn grinned broadly, but did not stop. Arundel watched, both surprised and pleased. Turning to Legolas, she questioned, "Is Strider this good with children?"
Legolas laughed, "Well, he is one himself!" Arundel laughed and Aragorn looked up from Arryn, pausing momentarily. "I heard that, Legolas!" he shouted. The Elf waved him off and Aragorn glowered at him, pulling Arryn to a sitting position. He drew closer to the boy's ear and began to whisper in a hushed voice.
Arryn's eyes shone with merriment and his happy gaze flickered to Legolas. The Elf, seeing this, let out a groan and began to back up ever so slightly. "Strider," he warned as the man stood and began advancing towards him. Arundel watched all this is glee and she began to laugh again.
Legolas let out a yell as Aragorn jumped on him, bringing him down to the ground. Arryn let out a cry and charged towards the two fallen friends and jumped atop of Legolas as well. Aragorn held him down as Arryn sat on the Elf's chest. Legolas could have easily escaped, but that meant harming the boy and thus, he was stuck in this position.
The boy's short fingers flew in a flurry across Legolas side and Aragorn began to laugh merrily at the Elf's torment. Legolas gasped and writhed on the floor, prying to get away from Aragorn's grip and Arryn's fingers. "Ah!" he cried. "V-Valar have mercy!" he dissolved into laughter as Arryn's fingers hit a sensitive point.
Aragorn grinned and for a moment, loosened his grip on Legolas. This was all the Elf needed as he pulled away from Aragorn and jumped up. Arryn, who was still on his chest, fell backwards with a cry as Legolas stood and the Elf caught him easily. Aragorn fell back, leaning his weight on his hands, laughing loudly.
Arryn was also giggling, still caught in Legolas's arms. The Elf, face flushed from the laughter, glanced at both of them irritably. Leaves stuck to his hair and clothing, as did Arryn and Aragorn, and Arundel upon seeing this strange sight, burst into hearty laughter once more. Legolas placed Arryn on the ground and began to brush the leaves off his own hair.
As soon as the last leaf had fell from him, the Elf turned to Aragorn with a wicked grin on his face. Aragorn, seeing this, let out a yell and placed Arryn in front of him swearing, "Ha! Arryn will protect me! Won't you, Arryn." But the boy had run to his mother, hiding behind her, a broad grin on his face. Aragorn groaned as the Elf approached him, a dangerous glint in his blue eyes.
"Legolas," he begged, "have mercy!" The Elf tipped his head to the said and said sarcastically, "Hm… let me think, Strider. You and the child attack me and now you beg for mercy. What shall I do?" Aragorn inched away, but Legolas had already caught his movement and hauled him up by the collar.
"Come along now, Strider," Legolas growled lightly. He pulled the ranger behind him over to Arryn and Arundel. "Arryn," he said seriously. "I leave you in charge of Strider." The boy looked on the Elf with wide eyes, nodding slightly. "I cannot watch over him without your help," Legolas continued. Arryn's eyes were now shining with wonder and he grabbed Aragorn's wrist in an iron-like grip.
Yes, sir!" he crowed. Legolas grinned. "Good!" he declared. He shot the exasperated ranger with a look of triumph before turning to Arundel. "Ah, let me take that from you. The heavier bundle will be fine…" he said. Arundel laughed, but handed one of the bundles of roots to Legolas who handed it to Aragorn. Aragorn let out a cry of disbelief.
"What is this, Legolas?" he cried in mock horror. Legolas smiled sweetly but dumped the bundle in Aragorn's arms and took the other bundle in Arundel's arms. "Now, which way to Byrium, my good lady?" he asked, ignoring Aragorn all together. The woman looked surprised but laughing, she turned and said, "Follow me."
Though it was the mother who had spoken these words, it was the son, Arryn, that led. "This way!" he yelled as Aragorn trudged behind him, casting Legolas dark looks. The Elf smiled sweetly and asked with innocence, "Come now, Strider, do not be such a Dwarf." Aragorn let out a dry laugh, hardly looking surprised. "That is easy for you to say, Legolas," he grumbled. Legolas smiled again and replied, "I know naught of what you mean!"
"Bah!" Aragorn exclaimed, eyes glimmering with mirth. He shifted the weight of the bundle in his arms and wrinkled his nose. "What do you have in here, Arundel?" he questioned. The Byrium woman looked up and replied, "It is but only herbs and roots, Strider." Seeing Aragorn's look of dismay she let out a laugh. "But why do you need this great a number for only three?" Aragorn asked curiously. Legolas glanced at him, irritated, out of the corner of his eye, but did not make a move to quiet the man.
"My mother is hardly a woman to go out and gather roots," Arundel explained thoroughly, "she is one of the few in our kingdom that know the art of healing. It is up to my son and I to provide the food and herbs. My mother is a very busy woman, you see." Aragorn gave a understandable nod and gazed at the roots thoughtfully. "But, my lady, these herbs, I believe, will have no affect on wounds." Legolas glared at him and Aragorn knew that the Elf wished for him to stop with the pestering questions.
"It is for head pains, Strider," Arundel said laughing. Aragorn studied the herbs again before shrugging and saying, "I have never seen such plants." Arundel nodded, "They only grow in the outskirts of Byrium." They walked in silence for awhile, Arryn ahead of them. Pausing, Legolas shifted the bundle of roots, getting better grip upon his bow. Arundel, seeing this, asked politely, "Shall I carry your bow for you, Legolas?" The Elf smiled slightly and answered, "Nay, I am quite fine."
Arundel nodded, though hesitantly. Aragorn grunted besides Legolas as he stumbled over a dead branch. "Oh dear," Arundel muttered, concerned. "Perhaps I should-"
"No," Strider answered firmly. Legolas shot him a smile, but said nothing. Arryn, who had run ahead, now came charging back shouting, "Mama! The guards at the Gates! They're gone, mama!" Arundel looked up, alarmed. "What did you say, boy?" she questioned quickly. Arryn stood there, panting, and repeated, "No guards at the Gates, Mama."
Arundel bit her lip gravely and turned to Legolas and Aragorn. "We must hurry," she muttered. Aragorn exchanged surprised glances with the Mirkwood Elf before turning to Arundel, "What does this mean?" The woman looked off into the direction Arryn had come from and she started towards Byrium in a swift gait.
"It means," she murmured as Legolas and Aragorn hurried to her side, "that our king is calling the troops again. When we arrive home, you must hide. The soldiers will be swarming everywhere tonight." Legolas said nothing but concentrated on their surrounding, sense reeling. It was after a few moments that Arundel halted and called Arryn to her.
"Draw your hoods, quickly!" she said to Aragorn and Legolas. The Elf bit his lip before setting the roots on the ground and pulling up his hood. Aragorn, besides him, did the same and the two smiled grimly. "Another adventure," Aragorn muttered to Legolas under his breath. The ranger heard the Elf's soft chuckle as the two followed Arundel and Arryn.
The gates of Byrium were not gates, but large wooden doors; the kingdom itself was sealed within a stone wall. Arundel paused hesitantly and drew Arryn closer to her. "Quiet now," she warned. She reached out with a steady hand and knocked upon the door. From the other side of the door a man called, "Who goes there?"
"It is I, Arundel!" the woman answered and slowly the doors opened, screaming and groaning all the while. As it opened to a crack, a young man peered out and whispered, "Hurry, my friend!" Arundel nodded and motioned for Legolas and Aragorn to hasten. "Your mother is with my sister," the man whispered to Arundel eyeing Aragorn and Legolas warily. "They are at my house, Arundel, so rest assured."
Arundel nodded and motioning to Legolas and Aragorn, she whispered, "Brendan, take this to your sister and my mother." Brendan nodded and carefully took the bundle from Aragorn's arms. He placed it on a small cart that lay near him and upon turning towards Legolas, he did the same. "My thanks," Arundel said gratefully. The young man grinned and tipped his head. He flashed Aragorn and Legolas a tight smile before disappearing into the crowded alley.
"This way," Arundel whispered. Aragorn nodded and followed, keeping a close eye on Legolas. Arundel led them down the street towards the castle, which loomed darkly and ominously before them. Aragorn could not tear his gaze away from around him. He wandered through the crowd, one step behind Arundel, but eyes locked on closed stores, tired horses, and darkened houses. Suddenly, as he stepped forward, he bumped into a soldier who reeled about.
"Excuse me," Aragorn said, ducking his head down, like he had seen Arundel and Arryn do many times. The soldier growled and his beady eyes grew small with fury. "Excuse me?" he mocked in his gruff voice. "Is that all yuh have tah say tuh me?" Aragorn said nothing, but fumed in anger silently.
"Forgive him," Legolas said suddenly from behind Aragorn. "He meant no offense, sir." The soldier's glare turned to Legolas and he spat out, "Jus who do yuh think I am? I won't let this petty beggar get by me!" Around him, soldiers turned and jeered. Aragorn felt his face tighten with anger, but he took a deep breath and grit his teeth.
The soldier shoved him back with a meaty hand. As Aragorn stumbled back, Legolas caught him and steadied him. It was at this time that Arundel saw what was happening and she stepped him, bowing her head and pleading, "Forgive him, good soldier! Please, he did not know better." The soldier ignored Arundel and he turned to Aragorn, a wide grin on his face.
"Get on yur knees, boy," he said, "an' beg." Around him, the soldiers roared with laughter and one of them clasped the soldier on the shoulder and said, grinning broadly, "Show that boy who's boss, Keiner!" The soldier, Kiener, grinned wickedly, exposing his rotten teeth and he leaned forward, shoving his ugly face in Aragorn's own.
"Yuh hear me?" he asked unpleasantly, "get on yur knees an' beg!" Aragorn bit his lip and answered coldly, "No." The soldiers were silent and many stared at the man in surprise. "What did yuh say tah me?" Keiner roared, sizing Aragorn up. The ranger stood his ground and crossed his arms above his chest, "You heard me. I said no."
Keiner's eyes grew even smaller with fury and as he drew back his fist, readying himself to hit Aragorn, when a cold voice cut the silence: "Step away, Keiner." Kiener spun around and came face to face with a young man with black hair that hung to his waist and cold ebony eyes. Keiner's small eyes widened with fear and he stumbled backward, away from Aragorn and the newcomer.
The dark-haired man turned to Aragorn and Legolas, his dark eyes narrowing coldly. "Watch yourself," he stated in a voice just above a whisper. Aragorn held his gaze defiantly and the man's lips curled into a ghost of a smile. His piercing gaze flickered from the ranger to the Elf and without another word, he turned and disappeared into the crowd of soldiers, his black cloak flaring behind him.
Arundel grabbed Aragorn's wrist and pulled him harshly away from the crowd to a small house at the corner. She said nothing as she opened the door and stormed inside, Arryn trailing after her. Legolas stepped inside, pulling his hood down. His face was grim as he turned to Aragorn. "Say nothing," Aragorn hissed, pulling his own hood off. The Elf sighed and started bitterly, "I was not going to say anything, Strider."
"But I was," Arundel snapped suddenly from across the room. Aragorn turned to her and opened his mouth to apologize when Arundel continued, "What were you doing out there? You cannot catch the attention of those soldiers, ranger or not!" Aragorn sighed but did not back down, "Tell me then. Was I suppose to kneel down in the mud and beg for forgiveness?" Arundel fumed, "Of course not! But you should have apologized!"
"Listen to me, Arundel," Aragorn said sitting down on a chair at the table, "I meant no harm or danger towards you or Arryn, but it was not of my fault! Legolas saw what happened, Arundel, if you would like to know." The woman turned her narrowed gaze to Legolas who said softly, "Strider bumped into him, my lady, nothing more."
The woman nodded slightly and muttered, "Forgive me, Strider. I-I have been cautious these days." The ranger smiled slightly and said to her, "It is fine." Legolas glanced about the small room before asking, "But, tell me, who was that man who stopped that soldier?"
Arundel sighed and tucked a stray strand of her hair back. "Arryn, dear, go wash up for dinner," she ordered. The boy looked from Arundel to Legolas before nodding and disappearing up the stairs. Legolas waited patiently, seating himself besides Aragorn. "He is the head of the troops," Arundel explained. "He is known as Haethier, but his true name remains a mystery."
Legolas nodded curtly and bit his lip, distressed. At that moment, Arryn called for his mother and Arundel excused herself. Aragorn leaned forward and whispered, "What ails you, mellonin?" Legolas looked up and frowned.
"Haethier knows," the Mirkwood Elf murmured. "Haethier knows about me." Aragorn drew back, alarmed. "How?" he demanded. Legolas gazed up at him calmly and said, "I know naught, but he knows that I Elf-kind. It is not safe for us or Arundel to stay here, Strider." Aragorn nodded but argued, "We cannot leave now, Legolas. Soldiers are swarming the streets even as we speak. Perhaps nightfall should be the best for us to depart."
Legolas frowned and countered, "But if the soldiers are out night and day, Strider, what shall we do? If we remain, we put Arundel and her son in jeopardy." Aragorn sighed wearily. "If Haethier knows, would he not have done something earlier?"
"Perhaps he is plotting something," Legolas retorted. "Besides, we have not cause him any threat. I do not think he will strike us anytime soon." Aragorn sighed again. "Then we shall wait and see," he replied running a hand through his hair. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes. Legolas said nothing as he drew his one of his elvish blades. He sat there, carefully inspecting the knife when Arundel and a freshly bathed Arryn walked in.
"Oh!" she gasped, hand drifting to cover her open mouth. Legolas looked up and gave a sheepish smile, sheathing the blade. Arryn's eyes widened and he stared at the Elf's weapons in a trancelike wonder. His gaze drifted to Aragorn's sword which lay buckled at his side, but the ranger was too deep in thought to have noticed.
"Let us get dinner ready," Arundel murmured more to herself than anyone else. She turned and began busying herself at the fireplace. Arryn stood for a moment as if unsure of what to do. Finally, he ran upstairs and returned with a small grey kitty in his hands. Seating himself on the thin rug on the barren, wooden floor, he began to play with the cat.
Legolas, glancing at him, smiled to himself. "What is its name?" he asked gently. Arryn looked up and grinned wildly. "Kitty's name is Jay! See? Her eyes are green!" Legolas's lips quirked into a small grin and he took the small cat from Arryn's outstretched hands. Laughing softly as he held the cat up to see her eyes, he said, "Such pretty green eyes!"
Arryn gazed up at the Elf with a broad grin on his small face, nodding furiously. As Legolas let Jay down on his lap, the grey kitten snuggled up against the Elf, purring loudly. Legolas smiled fondly and gazed down at the cat, a small spark of sorrow flashing in his eyes. Arryn stood and tugged at the prince's arm.
"What is it, Legolas?" he asked innocently, blinking up at him with wide eyes. Legolas smiled, though a bit tightly, and lifted Jay from his lap gently. "Nothing important, Arryn," he assured handing the kitten back to the boy. Arryn's young face twisted into one of suspicion, but he took Jay and sat back down, forgetting all that happened.
As a comforting hand placed itself on Legolas's slender shoulder, he turned to find Aragorn smiling sadly at him. "Úich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhin, mellonin," he whispered in a voice only Legolas could hear. "You are not bound to loss and silence, my friend." Legolas sighed wearily and smiled slightly.
"Hanta nin, Estel," Legolas replied quietly. Aragorn leaned back and shot him a humorous glance. "No need to thank me," he commented. Legolas said nothing but smile again. He stood and walked over to a corner of the room. He dropped his quiver, bow, and knives lightly and after, his pack. Aragorn grinned and unbuckling his sword, he tossed his precious Andúril at Legolas. The Elf took a step back, catching the sword easily, and making a face, he lay the sword on Aragorn's pack which sat not too far from his own.
The ranger nodded his thanks and cupped his hands behind his head, eyes fluttering shut. Legolas shook his head and after sweeping his gaze over the room, he turned to the curtained window. Outside, the evening had come and torches were lit. Occasionally, a round of laughter or exclaims would sound from the drunken soldiers at a nearby bar. The streets were covered with soldiers and Legolas let the curtain close with a disgusted sigh.
"What is it, Legolas," Aragorn asked, eyes still closed. Arryn sat nearby, paying no attention to them, but Arundel looked up, wiping her hands on her apron. "They call themselves soldiers," Legolas replied, "when all they do is drink and eat." Aragorn's dark grey eyes opened at this and he smiled slightly.
"Keep in mind, Legolas, that men are not Elves," Aragorn advised. Legolas arched an elegant eyebrow. "Oh? So all soldiers of your kin are like this?" the Mirkwood Elf teased lightly. Aragorn laughed and answered, "I do not suppose so, my friend." Legolas smiled and Arryn looked up at the sound of warm laughter, a small grin blossoming on his golden face.
Arundel smiled and straightened herself from over the fire. "Dinner is served," she called, a warm smile on her fair face. Aragorn smiled, his teeth flashing in the light of the fire. The Byrium woman walked briskly over to the table, two bowls in each hand and a third balanced on her thin forearms.
Legolas stepped up, making room for her at the small crowded table. Arryn's grip on Jay loosened and the kitty, letting out a loud mew, wrapped herself around the Elf's ankles, purring. Legolas glanced down and swept the small grey cat into his arms. "Stay here, precious one," he said sternly, setting the cat on the floor. Jay looked up at him, her green eyes innocent.
The Mirkwood Elf bit back a smile and he turned to Arundel who had set the bowls on the table with Aragorn's help. Her son had gripped the wooden spoon in his hand, staring eagerly at the thin broth. "Go on, child," Arundel urged gently. The boy looked up with wide eyes. "But mama," he protested, "there are only three bowls!"
Aragorn's dark brows arched and he looked from Arundel to Arryn. The mother sighed and assured the boy, "Well, Arryn, our…" she hesitated. "Nevermind that, Arryn dear, just eat." The boy gazed up at Arundel, eyes wide and questioning, but he turned to his broth and began to eat hungrily.
Legolas seated himself on the windowsill and Arundel, upon seeing this, asked, "What do you do there, Master Legolas? Are you not hungry?" The prince shook his head and replied, "Nay, Arundel. Elves do not need to same food portions as men." Aragorn made a face at this and muttered, "Besides, you've had some of the lembas."
The Elf glared at the man darkly though no anger was behind his eyes. "If you had been in Lórien, perhaps you would know that a bite would fill even the hungriest man." Aragorn looked surprised at this and Legolas raised a eyebrow. "Something tells me you ate more than expected," Legolas groaned.
Aragorn shrugged. "Lembas are not incredibly useful," he commented, taking a sip of broth, eyes closed and an all knowing look on his face. Legolas gazed at him, blinking, but he said nothing as he shook his head and stooped to take the awaiting cat in his arms. Jay let out a loud purr and snuggled up against the Elf's chest and Legolas stroked the small head gently and unconsciously.
Arundel slid into Legolas's previous seat and began to sip upon the broth that had been prepared for the Elf. The silence of the room seemed deafening and as Jay released another purr, Legolas tipped his head towards the window, a frown on his face. The ranger looked up and asked, "Legolas?"
The Elf turned his darkened gaze to Aragorn and then to Arundel. "My kind lady," he said, standing and letting the kitten leap onto the floor, "is there somewhere where Strider and I may hide?" The woman's brow furrowed but she stood, "Of course. Follow me." As Arryn began to stand, Arundel ordered sternly, "Stay there, Arryn!" The boy sank back into his seat and he took up Jay, petting her and watching, frightened. Suddenly, all froze and turned towards the door as the sounds of two footsteps; one heavy while the other was soft. The sounds stopped outside the door and the only noises were coming from the crackling of the fire.
The Byrium woman quickly led them to a bedroom upstairs and from there, a small storage room that was hidden within a small closet. Legolas and Aragorn stepped into the darkness and Arundel closed the door. They listened to her quick steps as she hurried down the stairs and they heard a slow, drawling knock upon the door.
The door creaked open and Legolas stiffened, already recognizing one pair of the footsteps. It was at the voice that Aragorn's dark silver eyes narrowed. "Good evening," a soft, low voice sounded from downstairs. "Lord Haethier and L-Lord Travington," she mumbled. Legolas and Aragorn exchanged darkened glances, but continued to listen.
The one named Travington spoke, "My dear woman, are you going to let us in or not!" The short silence proved that Arundel was startled at the direct demand, but she recovered quickly and said, "O-Of course, my lords." The two friends heard the footsteps again and the closing of the door.
"My lords, what can I do for you?" Arundel asked. Aragorn strained to hear her quiet voice, but Travington's sharp question was not hard t miss. "Why are there three bowls on the table?" he questioned. Aragorn drew in a deep breath and listened to Arundel murmur, "Ah, for my mother, sir."
"Then tell me," it was Travington who spoke again, "why are all the broths half eaten?" Arundel seemed at loss for words and it was Arryn who spoke up. "I was hungry," he said. "See, I finished mine."
"I can see that," Travington sneered, but he said nothing more and it was Haethier who spoke in a quiet voice that even Legolas had strained to hear. "That is enough, Travington," he ordered. The man said nothing and Haethier began to speak to Arundel. "I happen to believe," he began quietly, "that you hold two criminals within your household."
"N-No, sir!" Arundel stuttered. The was a deep silence and suddenly Haethier said quietly in his deadly way, "Very well. Good night, madam." and there was the sound of footsteps and the closing door. There was a still quiet and the sound Arundel's footsteps approaching the room. The door opened and Arundel peered in at them, her face a sickly grey.
She held the door open without a word and the two stepped into the fresh air. Arundel swept downstairs like a silent ghost, and Legolas exchanged a glance with Aragorn before following her. The small room was silent and even Jay seemed to sense the mood of her masters. She sat quietly by the fire, cleaning herself.
Arryn looked up and said slowly, "Mama, I'm done." Arundel nodded and wearily pushed a stray strand of chestnut hair away from her tired hazel eyes. "You are excused, dear one," she replied and Arryn nodded, scooting upstairs and calling to Jay, who followed immediately. Arundel sat at the table, miserable.
"Forgive me for asking you of this," she began, her eyes beseeching the two, "but I-I am afraid I cannot let you stay." Legolas smiled softly and Aragorn put his comforting hand upon her own. "We understand, my lady," he assured, "and forgive us for putting you and your son in danger." Arundel stood, distressed and she replied, her hands clasped together in despair, "No, it was a pleasure having both you and Legolas here. I-It has been awhile since Arryn has been this happy. I… I do not want to do this, but…"
"We understand," Legolas reassured, smiling gently. "We just do not know if you understand your own decision." Arundel let out a sigh, "Of course I understand, Master Elf, but guilt! Alas, the guilt!"
Aragorn smiled softly at this and he stood, as did Legolas and the man gave a deep bow. "My thanks," he said quietly. "It has been an honor to be in your family's company, though even for a moment." The Mirkwood Elf lips curled into a small smile and he touched his hand to his chest, sweeping outwards in the elvish fashion.
"As well as my thanks," the prince said. Arundel laughed uncomfortably at the two and she pretended to busy herself at the fireplace as Aragorn and Legolas picked up their weapons. "Ah," the woman started suddenly as Aragorn stooped over to pick up his pack. "Please, leave your packs here! It is the least I can do. Come back after you have finished your business in Byrium."
Aragorn exchanged surprised glances with Legolas but he dropped his pack upon the floor and asked, "We have no things of importance in these packs, but are you certain?" Arundel nodded furiously and Legolas laughed softly. "Now, go and finish up what you came here to do," she scolded, pushing the two towards the door.
As the door shut behind them, Arundel turned to find Arryn standing at the stairway, Jay in his small arms. "Mama?" he asked quietly, Arundel smiled and she swept Arryn into her arms, holding him tightly. "Have hope, dear one. Have hope," she whispered into his hair. Arryn clutched Jay closer to him and he kept silent.
Outside, Aragorn turned to Legolas, who has pulled up his hood to cover his face. "I almost did not recognize you," Aragorn teased, "you look just like an assassin or of that sort. Legolas made a face that was only visible in the flickering torches of the Byrium soldiers. "Well," the Elf began slowly, "where should we start?"
Aragorn contemplated upon the prince's words as a roar of laughter sounded from down the street. "I believe the pub is a nice start." Legolas sighed, "Always the crowded places with you, isn't it, Strider?" The ranger laughed, drawing up his own hood. "Nay, it is not that at all," Aragorn protested while moving towards the laughter, "it is just that many men gather at inns…"
"Right," Legolas said sarcastically, following the man. "But then again it is men."
"Legolas!" Aragorn groaned.
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He was spiraling downward. Nothing below him and nothing above. The sensation of falling into nothingness rushed throughout his body, but there was also the piercing burn of Its gaze. Sinister laughter echoed, but there were no walls from which it bounced from. He was falling…
Thranduil jerked up, a thin sheen of sweat coating his face and chest. He sat upon his bed, tangled in his thin sheets, breathing heavily. Emerald eyes searched the room, panicked, but when the Mirkwood King saw nothing, he relaxed slightly. He stood, still trembling and though he did not know how, he made his way to the open balcony.
The night was still except for a soft, enticing breeze that laced its way through Thranduil's silvery locks. The Elf sagged, his mask of confidence which he bore everyday slipping from his weary face. He shivered slightly and wrapped his arms around his chest, breathing raggedly. Suddenly, a sense of dread spilled into his mind and his eyes widened at the sudden presence of someone.
"You sense me, do you not, dear king?"
Thranduil spun around, hands curled into fists. "You!" he gasped when he saw the figure and out from the shadows stepped he Badingor. But it was not the Badingor Thranduil had seen last. The murky brown skin of the demon had been replaced with a mask of white. The hideous scars and burns had disappeared, and his dull yellow eyes were framed by a sea of long black hair.
"How can you recognize me, dear one?" the demon whispered, stepping up in a fluid motion. Without thinking, Thranduil stepped back and a thin, reedy laugh emitted from the figure before him. "You scream of evil," the king spat angrily. "The very fumes of darkness you cast out alone…"
The Badingor laughed at this and again, Thranduil shivered. The demon leaned forward, eyes strangely red, and whispered, "Ah, such beauty… such purity. It is a pity you must suffer." The King of Mirkwood narrowed his brilliant green eyes. "Be gone, wretched evil," he hissed angrily, hiding his fear. The Badingor laughed again.
"I may be the Badingor, young Thranduil," he spoke softly, and Thranduil bristled at his remark. The Badingor traced Thranduil's jaw with a long slender finger that burned the king's skin. "But that does not," he continued with a venomous smile, "mean that I do not have a name." Thranduil held the demon's gaze defiantly and he retorted, "You deserve no name."
For the smallest of moments, the Badingor recoiled as if he had been struck and his eyes gleamed maliciously. But it was not the reaction that ailed Thranduil, it was the smile. "Call me what you wish, my lovely king," the creature said with an air of politeness about him, "but I wish to tell you my name… I am, or should I say was, Resulon."
"W-What?" the king stepped back, eyes wide with shock, then recovering, he snarled viciously, "How dare you use the name of my dead son!" The Badingor seemed amused by this and he merely smiled once more. "But, Father," he replied, his flickering out from between his lips and moistening them. "I am your son…"
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*whistles and inches away* What? What cliffie? I don't see a cliff! Okay, I'm being queer again, but oh, well. ^_^'' Anyway, how did you like this chapter? Was it good? *peers at you guys with wide eyes* Well, a big, giant thank you all who reviewed… and the other half… *eyes narrow* you better before I unleash the Tap-dancing shoes from Texas… Alida-Fruit should already know their wrath if she hasn't updated yet. *glowers*
Okay, I was rambling, but before I become distracted, I must tell you my favorite word, which is REVIEW. Now that that's settled… Ooh! Pirates of the Carribean is coming out, isn't it? Let's see if Orlando portrays Will Turner (the character he plays) as well as Legolas! Teehee… oh, boy… I'm sounding like a fan girl… -_-
I swear to you more things are going to come up… don't give up on our favorite ranger and Elf yet. *evil grin* I assure you that those two will have a lot to face, as well as Thranduil will…
Ailda-Fruit // Wonderful reviews! *kisses the ground you stand on* It came as such a surprise (since ff.net didn't send me an e-mail)! Legolas was bested by a girl, and if I may say so myself ... *sneaks a look at the elven prince himself* I found it quite hilarious! I just love putting Legolas through so much angst... but then again, Aragorn on the other hand...*evil grin and pets my handy muse ferrets*
Weasleytwinslover1112 // Thanks so much for reviewing! I was thinking about how much Elladan and Elrohir have in common with Fred and George. I'll have to admit, the Weasleys twins are quite outrageous! ^_~ I happen to like Draco Malfoy the best myself. *Hears you groan* Yes, yes, another Malfoy worshiper!
Shauna // Welcome home... although it has been quite awhile since you've returned. I'm glad you enjoy my story and I hope you'll continue to do so!
Bianka // And of course, Bianka! As if we don't see each other at school enough! Waha! *points accusing finger at you* You must, must, must upload your story! *threatens you by holding up a knife to Aragorn's neck* Behold, my evil side yet again! Anyway, you and your weirdo premonition dreams! It's quite strange, really. O_o'' But, anyway. I wish summer will pass by a little more quickly, I can't wait until we squeal about Merrick together at school! I love you!!
randomramblings // I'll try and update asap, but hehehe...*chuckles nervously*
szhismine // My first reviewer! *takes a picture of you and asks for your autograph* I'm so glad you've stuck by me for so long and I swear- *scratches head* I've been trying to make sense of your pen name since the first time I saw your review!
Stephanie-Lou // *high-five* Another Stephanie on FF.Net! *cheers* Anyway, I'm glad you like Well Met Indeed, and I hope you like the other story I'm writing right now... Lots and lots of fun... *you groan*
narcolinde // Astounding review, nin-mellon! I hope you'll continue to review and help me improve my writing! I sincerely thank you for all the help!
BlackRose1356 // A giant thank-you to you!
Legilmalith // Haha! Thanks for your enthusiasm! i hope you didn't grow too attached to Resulon! I was a bit sorry that I had to kill an awesome character like that too!
Legola Lu // I may not live till my next birthday? *horrified gasp* But... I'm afraid my birthday already passed... I've wasted 999 years of my life without ff.net... how can this be?
Aurienia // Somehow I get the idea you don't like cliffies... ^_^; Hehe... How is it like having doctors for parents? Do they fret over you? Oh, yes. Are you an Aragorn fan? Hehe... don't worry! I'm not going to kill Aragorn ... yet... *evil grin* Mwuahaha! No, no I'm joking! I won't kill him!
M.J.Enemy // You're from England? How awesome is that?! I always wanted to go to England... *sighs* But I'm an American... ^_^;
saint // This list keeps getting longer! *scratches head, dumbfounded* Anyway, THANKYOU! *hugs you* You've been a great reviewer and I'd like to tell you when I update, but I don't know your e-mail!
Neko // Your pen name reminds me of that movie Finding Nemo or what ever it is called. Thanks for your review! I hope they continue!
Aralondwen // I seemed to have lost you along the way, nin-mellon! But I repay you with a thousand and more thanks! Your wonderful reviews just keep me going, like that energizer bunny! Hehehe!
Fairylady // My wonderful reviewer! Thanks for your encouraging words! I haven't updated in quite awhile, but 42 reviews! WOW! I never thought I'd get so many reviews... I though getting reviews was easy! *wipes sweat* but it's worth it!
Jadie // My elvish? I pick it around from here and there, but my Silmarillion book has helped me quite a bit in making up names for the horses and such! Thanks for your review and I hope you find the elvish you're looking for!
Zan // Wonderful review full of helpful remarks! *throws flowers* Thanks a bunch! I'm glad you liked my portray of the characters and I hope I won't make them do crazy stunts!
Sorry my replies aren't all that long. I have lasagna in the oven and oh, boy! I think I smell something burning! *rushes away and saves my lasagna* Well, Happy Fourth of July! I celebrated my patriotic nature by watching The Patriot and rooting for the British. Whoo! Go, Jason Isaacs! He was so cool in that movie, if not vicious…Oh, and to those who asked about my elvish, I use an Elvish dictionary which you can find online and my copy of Silmarillion comes in handy for all those names I made up…
Until next time,
Elfling
