Sacrifice
By Gozilla
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Hi there! Thank you sooooo much for all of you who left me very encouraging reviews!! I am so happy to read so many reviews in two days! Thank you very much!! I love you all!!
No, Legolas is not dead, yet! Would there be anyone who can save him? Please read to find out! ^-^
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. ^-^
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
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*crap* – thoughts / tree talks
"crap" – conversation
(crap) – author's note
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Chapter 2: When they first met
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~Two days later~
Inside a room in the Gondor palace, Legolas was laid on a soft bed.
The elf's body had been cleaned and heavily wrapped. The wounds on the side of his head and his chest were severe. Blood was still sneaking from the wounds through the bandages, even after they were inflicted by the foiled creatures two days ago.
Legolas looked peaceful. His eyes were tightly closed and his face pale as snow. His breathing was shallow and slow.
On the other hand, Aragorn, who was still wearing the same clothes tainted with the black blood of the orcs and the silvery red blood of his friend, sat beside the bed with his head lowered.
It had been two days since the fall of the eye of Sauron. However, there was no celebration in Gondor as their future king was in deep mourning over the fall of his best friend.
Aragorn refused to eat or drink during the two days. He just sat and stared at Legolas' still body in front of him. Watching every breath Legolas took and released, hoping and praying that it was not the last breath the elf's dying lungs would take in.
Nobody dared disturbing the king.
The door of the room slowly opened. It was Gandalf. He sighed as he found Aragorn did not even blink to acknowledge his entry. He closed the door quietly and approached Aragorn.
He gently put his hand on Aragorn's shoulder, "My friend, I know it is hard for you to accept the reality." he said as he turned to look at Legolas, "His wounds are too severe even for an elf to heal. The brave prince is still breathing only due to pure willpower. There is nothing we can do. He will leave us very soon."
Gandalf bent and faced the depressed king, "But you can't go on like this. Otherwise, you may depart from this world even before the elf does. Your people need you, for they need a king to lead them to rebuild the country."
Aragorn did not turn or even move. He looked at the pale face of the elf, "I remember the first time I met him. I was actually scared of him."
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~Flashback~
Elrond paced anxiously in his study, waiting for his soldiers to return.
"Lord Elrond!" an elf soldier called and knelt at the door.
Elrond rushed to the door, "So, did the troop arrived in time? Did you save the king?"
The soldier answered with hesitation, "Lord Elrond, your foresight was correct. The troop of the human king was attacked by the orcs army of Sauron. But... we were too late to save the king and the queen. They were both killed by the orcs before we arrived. We could only save the king's child, who was being protected by the king's guards to their last breath. All the other humans died in the battle."
"I was hoping that it wouldn't be too late." Elrond sighed in defeat, "So where is the child?"
The soldier signalled a servant near the door. A child was brought to the elf lord.
Elrond looked at the eyes of the child, which were filled with terror and distrust. He sighed and hugged the child, "I am sorry that we cannot save your parents. I will take you as my foster son and we will take care of your from now on."
The child struggled in fear against the elf. Elrond let go of the child and asked, "My son, what is your human name and age?"
The child stared at the elf lord with suspicious and did not reply.
The soldier said, "Lord Elrond, the last human guard told us that the prince's man name is Aragorn and he is six years of human age."
"Aragorn, my son." Elrond repeated the name, "I shall give you an elven name and you shall be called 'Estel' in the land of Rivendell."
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~One month later~
Ever since the day, Aragorn, who was being called Estel in Rivendell, did not speak of a word and always stayed away from anyone.
The elf lord's twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, tried everything to open up the heart of their new brother but no avail. They tried to talk to him in countless occasions, but they never receive any response from the child. Slowly, they gave up hope and let their little brother be alone as he wished.
One day, Estel hid in his usual hiding place, in the great forest outside of the Rivendell palace. He sat leaning against a tree staring at the bright blue sky when he heard the laughter of his twins brothers. Curious, he stood behind a tree and watched as the twins ran excitedly out of the palace and along a road which led to the eastern border of Rivendell.
"It has been quite a while since he last came!" Estel heard Elladan spoke to his twin happily.
"Yes, I hope he would stay for a bit longer this time!" Elrohir replied as the twins ran further and Estel could not hear any of the conversation any more.
A few moments later, the voices of the twins returned. Estel could not stop his curiosity about the person the twins discussed. He again hid behind a tree and watched.
He saw the twins walked along with an elf in between them, talking excitedly. The elf had soft blonde hair and pale features. Estel remembered his father taught him about the different tribes of the elves and their distinctive appearance. He knew that the elf was a wood elf.
Suddenly, the elf stopped walking. It seemed that he was listening to something. He looked around the trees in the forest. Suddenly, without hesitation, he turned and looked straight into Estel's eyes.
Estel felt his heart skipped a beat and hid himself completely behind the tree. The penetrating eyes of the wood elf gave him a shock. His heart was pounding so heavily as if it wanted to escape from his chest.
Estel listened carefully but could not hear any sound. Slowly, he leaned and peered behind the trees, hoping that he was unnoticed by the elves.
But when he turned, Estel found himself in the shadow of someone. He looked up and met the curious silvery-blue eyes of the wood elf. He fell to the ground in shock.
"Oh, hello Estel, what are you doing here?" Elladan asked, smiling and standing behind the wood elf.
"Hey, Legolas, meet our new brother, Estel." Elrohir said, "He is a human. He has been here for only a month."
Legolas raised his hand, trying to help the human child to get up to his feet.
Estel slapped the elf's hand roughly before getting up and ran away.
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~Two days later~
Estel sat by the river in the far part of Rivendell, watching the water currents whirling violently. There was a heavy rain in the night before and the water currents were furious in the river. The weather was cold but Estel paid little attention to it.
The chaos in the river reminded Estel of the day when his parents were killed by the orcs, right in front of his eyes. He could almost hear the heart-breaking screams of his parents and the other people he loved. He curled into a tight ball as he relived the horrific event in his mind.
He was so deep in thoughts that he didn't notice a herd of unicorns running along the riverbank and towards him. He was small and he sat so still that the unicorns did not even notice his presence.
By the time Estel realised that the herd was closing in, it was too late. He was knocked by one of the unicorns and fell into the raging river.
The currents were too strong for the child to swim back to the shore. Estel struggled hard but found it impossible to keep his face above the water. After swallowing some water, he began to sink and was close to falling into unconsciousness.
Out of nowhere, he felt an arm wrapped around him and brought him up to the surface.
Once up to the surface, Estel breathed in the sweet air hungrily. But it was not long before another angry current dragged him and his rescuer back under water.
Estel felt the strong struggle of his rescuer against the currents, bringing him up to the surface to breathe once they got a chance. It was all in chaos and he could not think or do anything except holding his breath, desperately waiting for his rescuer to bring him up to the surface once again for another breath of precious air.
Finally, not knowing how much time had passed, Estel felt his rescuer stepped on solid ground and dragged him along to the shore. Once he set foot on the land again, he fell to his knees and started throwing up water violently, so did his rescuer.
Weakly, Estel turned and looked at his rescuer before blackness overwhelmed him. All he saw was a pair of silvery-blue eyes and his blonde hair.
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End of Chapter 2
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Please feel free to review and comment!
By Gozilla
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Hi there! Thank you sooooo much for all of you who left me very encouraging reviews!! I am so happy to read so many reviews in two days! Thank you very much!! I love you all!!
No, Legolas is not dead, yet! Would there be anyone who can save him? Please read to find out! ^-^
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Disclaimer: I don't own anything and I don't have anything. So don't sue me!
Please excuse my poor English. ^-^
Reviews are most welcomed!!
Enjoy!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*crap* – thoughts / tree talks
"crap" – conversation
(crap) – author's note
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2: When they first met
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Two days later~
Inside a room in the Gondor palace, Legolas was laid on a soft bed.
The elf's body had been cleaned and heavily wrapped. The wounds on the side of his head and his chest were severe. Blood was still sneaking from the wounds through the bandages, even after they were inflicted by the foiled creatures two days ago.
Legolas looked peaceful. His eyes were tightly closed and his face pale as snow. His breathing was shallow and slow.
On the other hand, Aragorn, who was still wearing the same clothes tainted with the black blood of the orcs and the silvery red blood of his friend, sat beside the bed with his head lowered.
It had been two days since the fall of the eye of Sauron. However, there was no celebration in Gondor as their future king was in deep mourning over the fall of his best friend.
Aragorn refused to eat or drink during the two days. He just sat and stared at Legolas' still body in front of him. Watching every breath Legolas took and released, hoping and praying that it was not the last breath the elf's dying lungs would take in.
Nobody dared disturbing the king.
The door of the room slowly opened. It was Gandalf. He sighed as he found Aragorn did not even blink to acknowledge his entry. He closed the door quietly and approached Aragorn.
He gently put his hand on Aragorn's shoulder, "My friend, I know it is hard for you to accept the reality." he said as he turned to look at Legolas, "His wounds are too severe even for an elf to heal. The brave prince is still breathing only due to pure willpower. There is nothing we can do. He will leave us very soon."
Gandalf bent and faced the depressed king, "But you can't go on like this. Otherwise, you may depart from this world even before the elf does. Your people need you, for they need a king to lead them to rebuild the country."
Aragorn did not turn or even move. He looked at the pale face of the elf, "I remember the first time I met him. I was actually scared of him."
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~Flashback~
Elrond paced anxiously in his study, waiting for his soldiers to return.
"Lord Elrond!" an elf soldier called and knelt at the door.
Elrond rushed to the door, "So, did the troop arrived in time? Did you save the king?"
The soldier answered with hesitation, "Lord Elrond, your foresight was correct. The troop of the human king was attacked by the orcs army of Sauron. But... we were too late to save the king and the queen. They were both killed by the orcs before we arrived. We could only save the king's child, who was being protected by the king's guards to their last breath. All the other humans died in the battle."
"I was hoping that it wouldn't be too late." Elrond sighed in defeat, "So where is the child?"
The soldier signalled a servant near the door. A child was brought to the elf lord.
Elrond looked at the eyes of the child, which were filled with terror and distrust. He sighed and hugged the child, "I am sorry that we cannot save your parents. I will take you as my foster son and we will take care of your from now on."
The child struggled in fear against the elf. Elrond let go of the child and asked, "My son, what is your human name and age?"
The child stared at the elf lord with suspicious and did not reply.
The soldier said, "Lord Elrond, the last human guard told us that the prince's man name is Aragorn and he is six years of human age."
"Aragorn, my son." Elrond repeated the name, "I shall give you an elven name and you shall be called 'Estel' in the land of Rivendell."
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~One month later~
Ever since the day, Aragorn, who was being called Estel in Rivendell, did not speak of a word and always stayed away from anyone.
The elf lord's twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, tried everything to open up the heart of their new brother but no avail. They tried to talk to him in countless occasions, but they never receive any response from the child. Slowly, they gave up hope and let their little brother be alone as he wished.
One day, Estel hid in his usual hiding place, in the great forest outside of the Rivendell palace. He sat leaning against a tree staring at the bright blue sky when he heard the laughter of his twins brothers. Curious, he stood behind a tree and watched as the twins ran excitedly out of the palace and along a road which led to the eastern border of Rivendell.
"It has been quite a while since he last came!" Estel heard Elladan spoke to his twin happily.
"Yes, I hope he would stay for a bit longer this time!" Elrohir replied as the twins ran further and Estel could not hear any of the conversation any more.
A few moments later, the voices of the twins returned. Estel could not stop his curiosity about the person the twins discussed. He again hid behind a tree and watched.
He saw the twins walked along with an elf in between them, talking excitedly. The elf had soft blonde hair and pale features. Estel remembered his father taught him about the different tribes of the elves and their distinctive appearance. He knew that the elf was a wood elf.
Suddenly, the elf stopped walking. It seemed that he was listening to something. He looked around the trees in the forest. Suddenly, without hesitation, he turned and looked straight into Estel's eyes.
Estel felt his heart skipped a beat and hid himself completely behind the tree. The penetrating eyes of the wood elf gave him a shock. His heart was pounding so heavily as if it wanted to escape from his chest.
Estel listened carefully but could not hear any sound. Slowly, he leaned and peered behind the trees, hoping that he was unnoticed by the elves.
But when he turned, Estel found himself in the shadow of someone. He looked up and met the curious silvery-blue eyes of the wood elf. He fell to the ground in shock.
"Oh, hello Estel, what are you doing here?" Elladan asked, smiling and standing behind the wood elf.
"Hey, Legolas, meet our new brother, Estel." Elrohir said, "He is a human. He has been here for only a month."
Legolas raised his hand, trying to help the human child to get up to his feet.
Estel slapped the elf's hand roughly before getting up and ran away.
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~Two days later~
Estel sat by the river in the far part of Rivendell, watching the water currents whirling violently. There was a heavy rain in the night before and the water currents were furious in the river. The weather was cold but Estel paid little attention to it.
The chaos in the river reminded Estel of the day when his parents were killed by the orcs, right in front of his eyes. He could almost hear the heart-breaking screams of his parents and the other people he loved. He curled into a tight ball as he relived the horrific event in his mind.
He was so deep in thoughts that he didn't notice a herd of unicorns running along the riverbank and towards him. He was small and he sat so still that the unicorns did not even notice his presence.
By the time Estel realised that the herd was closing in, it was too late. He was knocked by one of the unicorns and fell into the raging river.
The currents were too strong for the child to swim back to the shore. Estel struggled hard but found it impossible to keep his face above the water. After swallowing some water, he began to sink and was close to falling into unconsciousness.
Out of nowhere, he felt an arm wrapped around him and brought him up to the surface.
Once up to the surface, Estel breathed in the sweet air hungrily. But it was not long before another angry current dragged him and his rescuer back under water.
Estel felt the strong struggle of his rescuer against the currents, bringing him up to the surface to breathe once they got a chance. It was all in chaos and he could not think or do anything except holding his breath, desperately waiting for his rescuer to bring him up to the surface once again for another breath of precious air.
Finally, not knowing how much time had passed, Estel felt his rescuer stepped on solid ground and dragged him along to the shore. Once he set foot on the land again, he fell to his knees and started throwing up water violently, so did his rescuer.
Weakly, Estel turned and looked at his rescuer before blackness overwhelmed him. All he saw was a pair of silvery-blue eyes and his blonde hair.
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End of Chapter 2
Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Please feel free to review and comment!