Authors Note: It has taken me quite a while to write this chapter mainly
because every time I think that I have finished it I re-read it and find
something else I want to change, but if I keep doing that it will never end
up getting posted so here it is.
Wildfire2- *pouts* you're not supposed to guess cause it's supposed to be a surprise :)
And thank you so much to everyone who reviewed.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Legolas almost laughed out loud in relief as he saw Estel and Elladan race through what had once been the gates. He had been fearful that he would never see the concerned face of his human lover again.
But he was suddenly pulled back from his excitement by the shouting from the battle bellow it seemed to intensify as the new elves joined the fight and the orc's seemed to panic slightly against these new odds, but it was only a fleeting moment of panic and soon these dark creatures began fighting with even more effort than they had been before.
He glanced down at the quiver he had placed near his feet in easy reach. It was nearly empty. Firing the last of the arrows down in to the chaos bellow he turned back in to his chamber in search of anything he could use as a weapon.
He picked up his long decorative knives from the table to the side of his bed, turning the hilt over slowly in his hands. He could not use those from up here, but then what right did he have to hide away out of danger when his loved ones fought for their freedom.
Glancing back one last time towards the balcony he placed a knife in each hand and then turned and headed towards the door out of the safety of his and Estel's rooms.
~*~
Lashing out at the nearest orc with his sword, Estel almost growled in satisfaction as the foul creatures head few from its shoulders.
His adrenalin was soaring, his heart beating at what seemed like twice its normal speed and excitement flowing as freely around his body as his blood.
He heard equal cries of pleasure from Glorifindel, who Estel noticed was never far from his side many times protecting him from certain injury if not death. He had a strange feeling that the twins had specifically asked the elder elf to watch over him but he had little time to ponder it as another unfortunate orc crossed his path. Sparing one last thought for his beloved blond elf who he hoped was safe he charged at the unsuspecting creature.
~*~
Legolas opened the door slowly, peering up and down the corridor to check that it was empty. He sighed with relief when he saw that they were clear of any life although he could hear the sounds of metal upon metal, blade upon blade, in the near distance.
The orc's had obviously already gained entrance to the palace.
Stepping out of his chamber, he started to edge his way stealthily down the passage way towards the noise of the continuing battle.
Reaching the point where the corridor branched off in to three different directions he paused considering his options. Should he continue on towards the main hall where no doubt those unable to fight would be hiding, there he could try to ensure their protection or he should he turn and take the downwards stairs to the obvious fighting that now sounded so close.
Trying to clear his head he attempted to think every thing through calmly, Lord Elrond would not leave those in the main hall unprotected, he would not be needed there he managed to convince himself.
Taking a deep breath he turned and headed down the long winding stairs.
He got to the bottom quickly and continued to follow the line of the corridor. The walls that had once seemed welcoming as he first arrived in Rivendell now fell cold and suffocating it felt like they had drawn in some how, giving him less room to move.
He stumbled slightly on an uneven piece of the floor, dropping one of his blades in order to steady himself against the wall. The knife clattered to the ground, its sound echoing off of the stone walls and floor. Legolas unknowingly held his breath and froze listening carefully making sure that the noise had not been heard by anyone other than himself.
After a moment he released his breath and bent down, with some difficultly due to his large stomach, to pick up his fallen weapon. But it was not until he was almost standing upright again with the blade in hand that he heard the loud hiss hit his ears making him jump.
Glancing up, the sudden movement causing him to become unsteady for a moment he caught sight of what had made the noise.
An orc stood at the end of the corridor facing him. Its face contorted into a blood thirsty smirk.
It promised pain.
His first instinct was to step back but he forced himself to stay exactly where he was.
He was a warrior! He scolded himself. Warriors did not flee from their enemies.
Legolas gripped his blades more firmly, feeling the cold metal of the hilts digging into the soft flesh of is hands and fingers.
This was one orc that would not see tomorrow, he vowed silently before standing up straight and stepping forwards attempting to appear intimidating.
The dark creature was upon him in mere moments swinging its blunt weapon in all directions, but that was all it managed as Legolas jabbed one of his knives in to it chest, where he supposed its heart to be, and twisted it round sharply.
The orc let out a squeal of pain and stared at the blond elf in shock, a moment later breathing its last breath the orc fell lifelessly to the floor.
Legolas quickly removed his now blood covered blade from the dead flesh and sighed heavily bringing his arm across to rest against his heavy stomach. The infant had started to kick again obviously annoyed at its father's recent exertion.
"Shh," He whispered soothingly "You are not helping."
"Do elves often talk to themselves?"
The unknown voice made Legolas jump.
He hoped in desperation that it was not another orc, but in his heart he knew that the tone was not one spoken by any elf.
He looked up slowly, but it was no orc that owned the dark eyes that roamed up and down his body.
An Uruk-Hai.
He could kill it, he knew that he could. He had defeated many when back in Mirkwood, but then he had been far more agile than he was now.
Steadying his weight on his feet, Legolas tried to make himself seem larger than he was, displaying his knives clearly to his opponent.
Moving forward slightly in order to close the gap between them Legolas suddenly stopped. He could hear heavy foot steps echoing down the corridor from behind the Uruk-Hai. The creature turned and almost smirked as a group of seven or eight orc's appeared behind him all of them sneering at the lone elf.
"Wait here!" The Uruk-Hai growled to them. "This elf is mine."
The monster pulled up its arm showing Legolas its blade already covered in blood that was far to red in colour to belong to any orc.
He prayed that it did not belong to any of his close friends.
Glancing about Legolas began to doubt his chances of survival, with just the Uruk-Hai alone he had little hope but with its supporting group of orc's he would need some kind of miracle.
The large creature began to move towards him, walking slowly as to intimidate the blond elf and it worked to some extent.
Legolas started at it, his unease clear to all those watching, his pride and warriors instinct telling him to attack now, it did not matter if he survived or not he would rather die fighting than run away, but in his heart he knew he could never win this.
The child kicked again and Legolas smiled inwardly.
He had other loyalties now. He remembered talking to Estel the morning he left to fight, making him promise to do everything possible to return safely to him, so surely he owed Estel the same promise. It was not just himself he had to think about now.
He had a family to consider.
Glancing up at the smirking Uruk-hai that was now with in reach of his blades, Legolas took a step forward, swiped at the foul smelling beast, his knife cutting deep into its side, then turned and ran as best he could back towards the stairs.
Legolas did not turn to look back as he heard the Uruk-hai growl out its orders to the orc's behind it knowing that he had little time to find a suitable place to hide.
He reached the top of the stairs quicker than he thought was possible tripping only once on a step but managing to catch himself against the wall before he fell.
He froze momentarily wondering which way to turn, but that decision was already made for him as he considered those hiding with in the main hall. Legolas turned and headed back down the corridor towards his chambers, the sounds of the following orc's increasing as they shortened the distance between themselves and their elven quarry.
Arriving at the wooden door to his rooms, Legolas through it open and immediately shut it behind him. Leaning heavily against it Legolas took a deep, calming breath and looked around for anything to move behind the door to prevent them from entering.
He reached out for a chair that stood nearby and managed to wedge it under the handle, but he knew that it would not slow them down for long. He sighed knowing that he had trapped himself in the room his only exit was the door that now had eight blood thirsty demons standing behind it. He glanced around the room before he finally turned and made his way out on to the balcony, he tried to judge the distance to the ground but in his weakened state there was little to no chance he would be able to make it alive.
The battle outside though had moved some distance away from the palace itself, he hoped this meant they were wining but from where he was he could not tell what state his side were in.
There was no sign of Estel or the twins.
Sighing he tried to convince himself that it meant nothing, but the crunch of the wooden door to his chambers dampened his spirits further.
Glancing around one last time he noticed a large tree those branches reached out towards the side of the balcony railing, if he could just reach them he could climb into the tree and down into the courtyard.
But Legolas had run out of time to think as the sound of the door completely shattering hit his ears.
It was now or never.
Leaning on the side of the wall on the outside of his chambers, he pulled himself up so that he was standing, balancing on the railing. He had not noticed how much his hands were shaking until he tried to steady his quivering body.
The child began to move again, struggling, as if it knew what was about to happen.
He could hear the orc's in the room behind him searching; he had mere seconds to do this.
Legolas leapt from the balcony.
It all appeared to happen in slow motion.
Legolas reached out in mid air for anything to grasp hold of but the branches were just to far, and with the extra weight of the baby he fell faster than he had anticipated.
Plummeting towards the ground took an agonisingly long time.
If he was meant to die like this he wanted it over with quickly.
But he did not wish to die, not like this.
As his body hit the ground, his world went black.
He did not want it to end this way!
~*~
TBC.
Don't attack me the next chapter will be up soon I promise and I also promise that although the next chapter will probably end in a cliff-hanger it will more than likely be the last chapter to end in such a way.
Please review
Wildfire2- *pouts* you're not supposed to guess cause it's supposed to be a surprise :)
And thank you so much to everyone who reviewed.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Legolas almost laughed out loud in relief as he saw Estel and Elladan race through what had once been the gates. He had been fearful that he would never see the concerned face of his human lover again.
But he was suddenly pulled back from his excitement by the shouting from the battle bellow it seemed to intensify as the new elves joined the fight and the orc's seemed to panic slightly against these new odds, but it was only a fleeting moment of panic and soon these dark creatures began fighting with even more effort than they had been before.
He glanced down at the quiver he had placed near his feet in easy reach. It was nearly empty. Firing the last of the arrows down in to the chaos bellow he turned back in to his chamber in search of anything he could use as a weapon.
He picked up his long decorative knives from the table to the side of his bed, turning the hilt over slowly in his hands. He could not use those from up here, but then what right did he have to hide away out of danger when his loved ones fought for their freedom.
Glancing back one last time towards the balcony he placed a knife in each hand and then turned and headed towards the door out of the safety of his and Estel's rooms.
~*~
Lashing out at the nearest orc with his sword, Estel almost growled in satisfaction as the foul creatures head few from its shoulders.
His adrenalin was soaring, his heart beating at what seemed like twice its normal speed and excitement flowing as freely around his body as his blood.
He heard equal cries of pleasure from Glorifindel, who Estel noticed was never far from his side many times protecting him from certain injury if not death. He had a strange feeling that the twins had specifically asked the elder elf to watch over him but he had little time to ponder it as another unfortunate orc crossed his path. Sparing one last thought for his beloved blond elf who he hoped was safe he charged at the unsuspecting creature.
~*~
Legolas opened the door slowly, peering up and down the corridor to check that it was empty. He sighed with relief when he saw that they were clear of any life although he could hear the sounds of metal upon metal, blade upon blade, in the near distance.
The orc's had obviously already gained entrance to the palace.
Stepping out of his chamber, he started to edge his way stealthily down the passage way towards the noise of the continuing battle.
Reaching the point where the corridor branched off in to three different directions he paused considering his options. Should he continue on towards the main hall where no doubt those unable to fight would be hiding, there he could try to ensure their protection or he should he turn and take the downwards stairs to the obvious fighting that now sounded so close.
Trying to clear his head he attempted to think every thing through calmly, Lord Elrond would not leave those in the main hall unprotected, he would not be needed there he managed to convince himself.
Taking a deep breath he turned and headed down the long winding stairs.
He got to the bottom quickly and continued to follow the line of the corridor. The walls that had once seemed welcoming as he first arrived in Rivendell now fell cold and suffocating it felt like they had drawn in some how, giving him less room to move.
He stumbled slightly on an uneven piece of the floor, dropping one of his blades in order to steady himself against the wall. The knife clattered to the ground, its sound echoing off of the stone walls and floor. Legolas unknowingly held his breath and froze listening carefully making sure that the noise had not been heard by anyone other than himself.
After a moment he released his breath and bent down, with some difficultly due to his large stomach, to pick up his fallen weapon. But it was not until he was almost standing upright again with the blade in hand that he heard the loud hiss hit his ears making him jump.
Glancing up, the sudden movement causing him to become unsteady for a moment he caught sight of what had made the noise.
An orc stood at the end of the corridor facing him. Its face contorted into a blood thirsty smirk.
It promised pain.
His first instinct was to step back but he forced himself to stay exactly where he was.
He was a warrior! He scolded himself. Warriors did not flee from their enemies.
Legolas gripped his blades more firmly, feeling the cold metal of the hilts digging into the soft flesh of is hands and fingers.
This was one orc that would not see tomorrow, he vowed silently before standing up straight and stepping forwards attempting to appear intimidating.
The dark creature was upon him in mere moments swinging its blunt weapon in all directions, but that was all it managed as Legolas jabbed one of his knives in to it chest, where he supposed its heart to be, and twisted it round sharply.
The orc let out a squeal of pain and stared at the blond elf in shock, a moment later breathing its last breath the orc fell lifelessly to the floor.
Legolas quickly removed his now blood covered blade from the dead flesh and sighed heavily bringing his arm across to rest against his heavy stomach. The infant had started to kick again obviously annoyed at its father's recent exertion.
"Shh," He whispered soothingly "You are not helping."
"Do elves often talk to themselves?"
The unknown voice made Legolas jump.
He hoped in desperation that it was not another orc, but in his heart he knew that the tone was not one spoken by any elf.
He looked up slowly, but it was no orc that owned the dark eyes that roamed up and down his body.
An Uruk-Hai.
He could kill it, he knew that he could. He had defeated many when back in Mirkwood, but then he had been far more agile than he was now.
Steadying his weight on his feet, Legolas tried to make himself seem larger than he was, displaying his knives clearly to his opponent.
Moving forward slightly in order to close the gap between them Legolas suddenly stopped. He could hear heavy foot steps echoing down the corridor from behind the Uruk-Hai. The creature turned and almost smirked as a group of seven or eight orc's appeared behind him all of them sneering at the lone elf.
"Wait here!" The Uruk-Hai growled to them. "This elf is mine."
The monster pulled up its arm showing Legolas its blade already covered in blood that was far to red in colour to belong to any orc.
He prayed that it did not belong to any of his close friends.
Glancing about Legolas began to doubt his chances of survival, with just the Uruk-Hai alone he had little hope but with its supporting group of orc's he would need some kind of miracle.
The large creature began to move towards him, walking slowly as to intimidate the blond elf and it worked to some extent.
Legolas started at it, his unease clear to all those watching, his pride and warriors instinct telling him to attack now, it did not matter if he survived or not he would rather die fighting than run away, but in his heart he knew he could never win this.
The child kicked again and Legolas smiled inwardly.
He had other loyalties now. He remembered talking to Estel the morning he left to fight, making him promise to do everything possible to return safely to him, so surely he owed Estel the same promise. It was not just himself he had to think about now.
He had a family to consider.
Glancing up at the smirking Uruk-hai that was now with in reach of his blades, Legolas took a step forward, swiped at the foul smelling beast, his knife cutting deep into its side, then turned and ran as best he could back towards the stairs.
Legolas did not turn to look back as he heard the Uruk-hai growl out its orders to the orc's behind it knowing that he had little time to find a suitable place to hide.
He reached the top of the stairs quicker than he thought was possible tripping only once on a step but managing to catch himself against the wall before he fell.
He froze momentarily wondering which way to turn, but that decision was already made for him as he considered those hiding with in the main hall. Legolas turned and headed back down the corridor towards his chambers, the sounds of the following orc's increasing as they shortened the distance between themselves and their elven quarry.
Arriving at the wooden door to his rooms, Legolas through it open and immediately shut it behind him. Leaning heavily against it Legolas took a deep, calming breath and looked around for anything to move behind the door to prevent them from entering.
He reached out for a chair that stood nearby and managed to wedge it under the handle, but he knew that it would not slow them down for long. He sighed knowing that he had trapped himself in the room his only exit was the door that now had eight blood thirsty demons standing behind it. He glanced around the room before he finally turned and made his way out on to the balcony, he tried to judge the distance to the ground but in his weakened state there was little to no chance he would be able to make it alive.
The battle outside though had moved some distance away from the palace itself, he hoped this meant they were wining but from where he was he could not tell what state his side were in.
There was no sign of Estel or the twins.
Sighing he tried to convince himself that it meant nothing, but the crunch of the wooden door to his chambers dampened his spirits further.
Glancing around one last time he noticed a large tree those branches reached out towards the side of the balcony railing, if he could just reach them he could climb into the tree and down into the courtyard.
But Legolas had run out of time to think as the sound of the door completely shattering hit his ears.
It was now or never.
Leaning on the side of the wall on the outside of his chambers, he pulled himself up so that he was standing, balancing on the railing. He had not noticed how much his hands were shaking until he tried to steady his quivering body.
The child began to move again, struggling, as if it knew what was about to happen.
He could hear the orc's in the room behind him searching; he had mere seconds to do this.
Legolas leapt from the balcony.
It all appeared to happen in slow motion.
Legolas reached out in mid air for anything to grasp hold of but the branches were just to far, and with the extra weight of the baby he fell faster than he had anticipated.
Plummeting towards the ground took an agonisingly long time.
If he was meant to die like this he wanted it over with quickly.
But he did not wish to die, not like this.
As his body hit the ground, his world went black.
He did not want it to end this way!
~*~
TBC.
Don't attack me the next chapter will be up soon I promise and I also promise that although the next chapter will probably end in a cliff-hanger it will more than likely be the last chapter to end in such a way.
Please review
