To my loyal readers:
Much to my disappointment, I will not be able to continue this story for various reasons. One: school has kept me occupied and unable to work on future updates. Two: though this story was mostly thought out before I began writing, there were many subplots that were written hastily and already posted but not planned. There are many blank portions of the plot that I am not sure of how to write. Three: I simply don't think I can or want to, much apologies to you, my readers. A dear friend of mine has made me realize that this story was too much for me at this time of year. Perhaps during the summer I will begin rapid updating sessions on perhaps future story, though I will be starting high school this fall, which makes things ten times harder.
A note goes out to my readers: I will be making a new account on FF.Net, simply for my own reasons. You may be reading a new story of mine without even realizing that it is me. I would like to thank you all for sticking with me for thirteen long successful chapters. This has been my first fanfiction, and much to my joy, I have not failed in my attempt. Though I was not the best of writers, I was thankful for your lovely reviews that kept me going.
I mentioned before that I had planned my ending. It was quite a simple, though sad, ending. I also planned a sequel to 'Well Met Indeed' where this true ending would take place. However, since I'm not going on with this story, I would gladly tell you what would happen.
Legolas and Aragorn would make an escape attempt at climbing atop the Gate of Byrium and jump over. Legolas is successful, however, the roof the two were standing on before collapses, due to the fire. Aragorn leaps at the last moment and barely makes it. He hangs by his fingertips as the archers of Byrium begin firing arrows at the two. Unfortunately, Aragorn is hit in the shoulder. He falls and Legolas chooses to dive after him and shield the injured man with his own body from the landing impact. Gandalf and the Badingor battle it out in the library of Mirkwood, where I had left off. The battle is short but fierce. Gandalf recites an incantation that supposedly freed the Badingor, because he disappeared without a trace, leaving the library like it was before the battle. Thranduil and Elrond arrive at Rivendell safely, though a fierce battle with creatures of Mirkwood's forest occurs. However, words of small battles between men and elves soon reach their ears. Legolas and Aragorn are captured and imprisoned. There is torture involved. However, quite different from any other torture you may have read. Legolas is chained to a wall. Aragorn is on the floor. Two soldiers are in the dungeon. Wait—let's make it simple: If Legolas makes a noise, Aragorn gets hurt. If Aragorn makes a sound, Legolas does. Sinister, isn't it? The two escape, and this escape was something that troubled me for quite a while. Legolas brings down one guard and the other as well, since it is Aragorn who is chained to the wall at this time. They escaped but because of their injuries, they are greatly slowed down. Legolas, in a last attempt to save Aragorn, shoves him past the gates just as they close. Aragorn is free while Legolas is not. Aragorn rushes to Rivendell for help, since he is simply not able to do anything with his grave injuries. And that is the ending to Well Met Indeed. In the sequel, Thranduil and Elrond head to Lothlorien to ask for aid. However, Lothlorien has already suffered damage from the Byrium and cannot afford to help. There are a series of battles between the elves of Rivendell and Byrium. This is where I've had so much trouble with the plot. Meanwhile, an escape for Legolas is too costly. The kingdom is too heavily guarded. There is an assassin after Aragorn, but he is revealed to be Legolas. The poison has taken its final stage and he has become a tool to the Byrium. When Aragorn and Legolas finally meet in a head on battle, the two fight a ferocious battle. However, as Aragorn deals the last blow, thinking Legolas would dodge, the Elf simply stands there and the blade is driven through his chest. In his last final moments, Legolas is himself.That is the end. I'm sorry, again, for ending it like this. But in addition to this, I will put in here my trailer for the sequel because I feel terribly guilty. I apologize again, but I hope that you will respect my wishes. After all, what is one story in amidst millions?
Trailer for Sequel
VO : Voice OverDarkness
[The soft sound of falling rain can be heard]
Elvish characters flash in gold briefly across the screen
[Male Elf VO]: It was several thousand years ago, when an ancient prophecy was foretold.
Fades up to a dark castle, which becomes more clear as the fog begins to thin. Rain is falling slowly and soldiers clothed in gold and blue march into the gates of the castle.
[Sounds of clanking armor and boots are audible]
[Male Elf VO continues]: It began with a kingdom, who rose beyond the power of others. When they could no longer control the monsters they created, they sealed themselves from the world…
Vision of the castle fades to black. [Slow piano melody begins quietly]
[VO continues]: The prophecy was forgotten for long years, and now, it has been unleashed by those who created it. Hope is falling, but there are still some who believe…
[Loud, dramatic music crashes in]
Flashes, suddenly, to a man racing across an open plain on a grey horse. His cloak is flapping out behind him.
Cameras zoom in on the man. It is Aragorn. He rides on with a determined look on his face. He is frowning slightly and he leans forward, urging the horse to hasten.
Cameras back out quickly to reveal a group of men, clothed in dark colors, racing after Aragorn. They draw their swords as they near Aragorn, and suddenly, the grey horse Aragorn rides on, pitches forward to the ground.
[A loud horse scream echoes above the music]
Flashes suddenly to Thranduil and Elrond, who stand side by side, a legion of Elves behind them. Thranduil raises his sword and yells an order. [no audio]
Cuts to Elladan and Elrohir who are back to back and surrounded by men. Their swords are drawn and the cameras rotate around them.
[Elladan]: (grimly) This was not what I had in mind…
[Elrohir]: (laughs softly)
[music continues]
Flashes to a golden haired Elf, who arrives in Rivendell. He leaps off his horse, and cameras close in on his face, it is Glorfindel.
[Glorfindel VO]: It is about time you include me in things…
Cameras flash to some wooden doors carved and decorated elegantly. The doors burst open and Glorfindel stands there, staring at the screen.
The view suddenly rotates slowly to show the ones before Glorfindel. Elrond, who is bent over a map, looks up slowly. Thranduil, who is standing besides Elrond, looks up as well.
[the music cuts off and the rustling of the map can be heard as Elrond straightens] then black
[Music erupts loudly and powerfully]
Cameras flash to Aragorn who is crouched in a tree, his hood up. He is watching a line of men carrying the Byrium flag. Aragorn pulls back into the dark boughs of the trees, the shadows play across his already darkened face..
Flashes to Elrohir who shoves Elladan out of an arrow's line of fire. Close up on Elladan's face.
[Elladan VO]: E-Elrohir…
Black [silence]
[sounds of heavy breathing and the rustling of leaves]
Suddenly, a small orange glow can be seen in the corner of the screen. It grows and lights up the picture to reveal a hooded figure seated besides a small fire. A strand of hair slips out from beneath the hood, and it flashes silver against the dark trees.
[music starts up again, quiet at first, but grows louder]
Flashes to four Elves seated around a small circular table. The cameras close in from the top until it focuses on Thranduil and Elrond.
[Thranduil]: (whispered) I cannot lose my son…
Cameras turn to show who they are speaking to. It is Celeborn and Galadriel.
[Celeborn]: Lórien cannot afford to march to war…
[music quiets so it is barely heard]
Cameras face Thranduil, who is looking anguished.
[Music crashes in]
Cuts to a hooded figure, racing through the woods. The trees fly by and something gold flashes in the sun. He slows down as he reaches the borders of Rivendell. He is standing on a bare cliff, which overlooks a small valley.
Cameras close in on the figure's face. Most of it is shadowed, but his lips quirk into a cold smile. He draws an arrow onto his bow and aims down into the valley where a young man rides on a grey horse.
[Glorfindel VO]: Someone is trying to kill you!
Flashes to Glorfindel who is talking with Aragorn. The man is staring at the Elf thoughtfully.
[Music quiets]
[Glorfindel]: Be careful…
Aragorn smiles, though it does not reach his eyes.
[Aragorn]: I shall…
[Music crescendos]
Flashes to Elladan who grabs a tree branch and swings up into its boughs, as something rushes at him.
Flashes to Elrond who catches Elrohir as he falls off his horse.
Flashes to Aragorn who is running through a forest, sword drawn. Blood spilling from his wounds.
He looks over his shoulder and yells an order. [No audio]
Aragorn slows down, still looking behind.
[Music peaks] He spins around to come face to face with an arrow.
[Silence]
Cameras slowly rotate to show who Aragorn is facing. It is Legolas.
Aragorn's mouth opens and he stares blankly at the Elf.
Close up on Aragorn's hand as his sword falls to the ground in slow motion.
Close up on Aragorn's sword as if lands amongst the leaves with an exaggerated thud that echoes.
[Aragorn]: L-Legolas!
Cameras cut to Legolas who is staring at Aragorn, blue eyes icy.
Close up on Legolas's fingers as he loosens his grip on the arrow.
[Legolas]: I have finally caught you…
Aragorn's eyes widen as Legolas releases the arrow.
Cameras cut off to black.
[Soft sound of falling rain starts up]
The black shimmers like water and silver words appear: Coming soon to Fanfiction.Net
The words ripple and disappear.
[An Elvish voice begins to sing, and a sad piano melody begins]
[all music trails off into silence]
And so, all good things come to an end. I am only sorry that this is my decision. I thank all of you who have not only reviewed but have read and enjoyed my story. You, my readers, have given me something more than you can possibly imagine. Best wishes to you in your future and happy reading.
Adieu,
Elfling, or T.L. Penn
