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Promising a Lie
Aragorn paced back and forth in his room every now and then casting a glance out the window.
Legolas……
Who was this Legolas? He remembered Elladan telling him that they were best friends long ago, but he hadn't known why they were separated.
At least, until now.
I hate you, immortal……
Aragorn sighed. He was sorry he had ever done that. But why? Why after ten years, would the dream come back and haunt him?
Moonlight shined through the window onto a crystal pendant. And it shone brighter than anything, like a star did.
Aragorn was just puzzling the beauty of the pendant when a cry from one of his brothers sounded.
"Legolas is back!"
Oh, no……
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Elladan twisted around on his bed and turned to look at his brother who was sitting on a nearby chair looking out the window.
"Still can't sleep?" he asked, sitting up on his bed.
"Nope." Elrohir answered. "Something's calling us, and it's not good."
"Mmm." Elladan got up and looked out the window as well. "It reminds me of someone, when they were always in trouble, and he would be calling for help."
Elrohir's eyes widened.
"You think, Legolas?" he asked.
Elladan nodded.
Then his gaze fell onto a blurry figure riding a horse somewhere in the clearing of the forest.
He grabbed Elrohir's arm and pointed out the window.
"Do you see that?"
Elrohir squinted out into the darkness and gasped.
"Legolas!"
Elladan felt a sinking feeling and burst out the door, followed by his brother.
"Legolas is back!" he called out to Elrond, who was busy poring over some book in the library.
Elrond quickly dispatched himself from the book and joined his sons.
"Where?" he questioned.
"I think he's in trouble!" Elladan said, as they neared the rider.
Elrond nodded. "I just hope it's not bad."
Legolas jumped off the horse and whispered something to it. Then it turned and ran off.
Elladan and Elrohir ran forward to hug him.
"Are you okay?" they asked.
Legolas shook his head. "But …… must help…… Mirkwood….. attack……" he gasped.
Elrond ran for his soldiers, ready to help Thranduil anytime.
"Legolas, you are hurt." Elladan said firmly.
"Yeah, don't be so stubborn." Agreed Elrohir.
"It's just a small cut." Answered Legolas shaking his head again.
Elladan sighed and pushed back his friend's cloak. Dark red blood stained his clothes thoroughly.
"Legolas……" he moaned, " What did you get hit by this time?"
"Nothing." Replied Legolas, quickly closing his cloak.
"Nothing? Legolas, I am going to knock you out!" Elrohir cried. " You really get on my nerves."
Legolas sighed and walked up to the library where Elrond was beckoning them.
The twins tailed behind, waiting to catch Legolas if he fell.
When they reached the library, Elrond was planning an attack.
"Legolas is wounded." Said Elladan as they entered.
Legolas quickly glared at him and cast an innocent look at Elrond.
"I want to go back to Mirkwood and fight."
Elrond glanced at his sons, who shook their heads in union.
"We have more than enough men to fight, Legolas." He said, "And I advise you to go and dress those 'small scratches' of yours."
Legolas cringed. "I'm fine, really! I want to help and fight!"
"Legolas, if you want to help, you should be a good little elf and allow me to- " he stopped abruptly as the door opened.
Legolas's face turned a pale white as he recognized the figure by the door.
"Estel?" he asked.
I hate you, immortal……
Just then the ground swirled beneath him and he dropped to the ground, darkness overcoming him.
Hey, I'm sorry I had to stop it like this, but if you're lucky, I might just updated it twice today, huh?
Thanks again to the reviewers, you're what keeps me going. Else I would still be sleeping in my bed, too lazy to wake up.