*steps up to podium* *taps mic*Is this thing on? Hey y'all! Well I kinda...took a...long time to write this...he-he...*see's angry mob* Alright, so I've been neglecting the story. Now I've learned my lesson about writing two stories simultaneously, are you happy? Anyway, this is where the story picks up. The action/Adventure/drama that I promised starts in this chapter. *Legolas taps his foot impatiantly* Oh yeah, this is also the chapter I introduce Legolas. *Legolas throws his hair over his shoulder and sticks his nose up*
ForceofHobbit: Quit acting all high and mighty!
Legolas: I'm not! I'm insulted that you've neglected me for so long.
ForceofHobbit: my other story is centered on you!
Legolas: Really? *he is intrigued*
ForceofHobbit: yeah, you get your butt kicked
Legolas: *pout*
FroceofHobbit: I hope everyone's okay, with Elves getting hurt, 'cause there's a lot in this chapter.
Legolas: WHAT?!
Oh, yEaH, to my reviewers:
leggylover03: Hmm...so forceful.
ElizabethBlack4: Haven't I seen you somewhere before? *looks at you suspiciously* *Legolas whisperes something into my ear; eye's widen* Yay, you read both my stories! Hannad!
Velvet: I know I'll continue, but soon? That's kinda rare...
Vana E: Hope this is soon enough, but knowing my timeing it isn't. *sigh* Thanx a lot tho if it is.
restless-soul: Hennaid evyr!
Kier the Werewolf elf: I'd cry if I killed Glorfy, but I just might *evil grin; Legolas is happy it isn't him*
Coolio02: Thanx a lot! I try to update often, but...
boromir: Wow, Boromir came back from the dead to review me! I fell so special:)
~Amariel~: Yay me!
Now, what i hope you've all been waiting for:
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Young and Free
Chapter 3
Mysterious Strangers
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Elrond looked at the unconscious form of Glorfindel, and the rock that hit him. A bow twanged, and he ducked just in time for the arrow to miss his head.
"We're under attack!" Elrond shouted, and Estel began to cry in his arms. A flaming arrow hit the ground at the feet of the horses. The steeds spooked, and though Elrond and Erestor got theirs under control, the riderless horses of Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel took off.
"Erestor!" Elrond shouted above Esters cries, "take my son and ride as fast as your steed will take you to the guard post up river."
"Yes, my Lord," Erestor replied quickly. Elrond looked one last time into the face of his youngest before handing the crying child to his advisor. Erestor was gone in an instant.
Elrond was surprised to find that the place on his horse where Estel had been, was now occupied with the body of Glorfindel. He looked at his twin sons who put him there.
"Ride with him back to Imladris. We will lead them to the guard post and make a stand there," Elladan explained. More rocks were hurled from the trees across the river, and arrows narrowly missed there mark.
"I will not leave you two here alone and unarmed," Elrond replied sternly. His horse stamped the ground anxiously.
"You are the only one still with your horse, and Lord Glorfindel cannot stay here as he is," Elrohir continued hurriedly, "Noro lim, Celebhûn," he told Elronds horse.
"Al, baw noro Celebhûn!," Elrond quickly told the horse, "I'm not leaving my sons!"
"You have no choice," Elladan replied, and he slapped Celebhûn's rear with all his might. The horse neighed loudly and took off towards Rivendell.
"Come on Elrohir, let us be swift." They ran hard, ducking and dodging arrows as they went. They were shoeless, weaponless, and their wet hair stuck on their faces. Ther was no sign of their attackers. Soon the arrows stopped all together.
Elrohir spotted something in the distance. "What is that?" he asked his counterpart.
"I do not know, it lies low in the grass." With a silent nod, they lept into the trees above them and continued their course. When they were close enough to see what obstructed their path, they were shocked. They dropped down from the tree's and ran over to the limp form of Erestor.
"Erestor! Erestor can you hear me?" He was lying face down in the grass and a long shafted arrow protruded from his back. He wasn't moving.
"Erestor?" Elladan asked softly. No answer. He gingerly rolled the elf over and propped him up so that the arrow wasn't disturbed. There were twin gasps once they got a good look at him. His face was bruised and bloody, with a large gash leading from his left temple down to his jaw line. The back of his head was bloody. His stomach was slashed and he was loosing a lot of blood.
"Elbereth..." Elrohir swore under his breath. Elladan checked for a pulse.
"He is alive!" Something was still wrong. Elrohir felt as though they were being watched. His eyes searched the surrounding area. Erestors horse lay dead on the grass a few yards away. Elrohirs eyes widened.
"Elladan, where is Estel?!" The older twin looked up from the elf he was cradling in his arms. Elrohir was right. Estel was gone.
"Search, search for him!" Elrohir began searching franctically for any trace of their mortal brother. There was nothing. The grass was trampled all around, and the smell of blood was thick in the air. Something lightened his heart though; he did not smell human blood. That meant that wherever Estel was, he was alright.
Elladan looked knowingly at his brother.
"Erestor is dying," he said in dismay, "he needs fathers aid."
Both twins knew that there was no way that they would be able to make it to the house of their father before Erestors light faded out. They had nothing heal him with, and no horse to ake them to the guard station. And what of Estel? They must also follow any trail to their brother before it goes cold.
"Help me Elrohir," Elladan said from his place on the ground. Erestor was leaned onto Elrohir, and Elladan plucked the brown feathered arrow from his back. He pulled Erestors cream colored tunic off him and put it on his back to stop the bleading.
"Lay him down on the grass." Elrohir did as he was told. Elladan stripped off his own forest-green tunic and went to the river to soak it in water. Elrohir shed his matching one and proceeded to rip it into long, thin strips.
They bathed Erestors wounds and did their best to wrap them and stem the bleeding. Once done to the best of their ability, they each took one of his arms over their shoulders and made ready to set off towards the guard station. Again, Elrohir felt as if they were not alone.
He scanned the surrounding trees for anymovent; there was none but for the blowing of the wind. Then his keen elvish eyes locked on to something that should not have been there. Piercing blue eyes met his shining green ones.
"Legolas!" he called out in suprise. The golden-haired elf dropped down from the trees, bow in hand.
"Mae govannen mellynîn," he called out as he strode over to them. He turned his head up to the trees and called out, "Daro!" Five other elves dropped to the ground.
"It is good to see you my friend," Elladan said.
"Aye, indeed," his counterpart agreed, "we were attacked," at this he motioned toward the limp body of Erestor, "he is dying." Elladan increased his hold on their fallen comrade.
"We were attacked as well while traveling to the house of your father. Three more of my guard are searching still for our attackers," Legolas finished.
"You did not see them as well?" Elladan questioned.
"Nay, and it troubles me, because all of the sudden they just stopped."
"This--this is...ill news," Erestor choked out from between the twins. Both of Elronds matching sons jumped, along with the Prince of Mirkwood.
"Erestor, you're awake!" Elrohir cried out in surprise. Erestor coughed violently and blood dribbled down his chin.
"They...," he coughed again, "they took Estel..." and he coughed more violently this time.
"Estel?" Legolas questioned.
"Long story, we'll explain later. Erestor needs help," Elladan looked at Legolas pleadingly, "do you have horses?"
"Aye, I do," he replied. Put his fingers to his lips and let out a long, piercing whistle. After a few moments, six unadorned horses came galloping into view.
Elrohir rode with Legolas, and one of Legolas' archers doubled with another to give up his horse to Elladan and Erestor.
The party set off towards the guard station at breakneck speed.
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Well, what do you think? It's finally getting interesting, isn't it?
Legolas: Who's Estel?
ForceofHobbit: You're a loooong way from home, pretty boy.
Please R/R!
ForceofHobbit: Quit acting all high and mighty!
Legolas: I'm not! I'm insulted that you've neglected me for so long.
ForceofHobbit: my other story is centered on you!
Legolas: Really? *he is intrigued*
ForceofHobbit: yeah, you get your butt kicked
Legolas: *pout*
FroceofHobbit: I hope everyone's okay, with Elves getting hurt, 'cause there's a lot in this chapter.
Legolas: WHAT?!
Oh, yEaH, to my reviewers:
leggylover03: Hmm...so forceful.
ElizabethBlack4: Haven't I seen you somewhere before? *looks at you suspiciously* *Legolas whisperes something into my ear; eye's widen* Yay, you read both my stories! Hannad!
Velvet: I know I'll continue, but soon? That's kinda rare...
Vana E: Hope this is soon enough, but knowing my timeing it isn't. *sigh* Thanx a lot tho if it is.
restless-soul: Hennaid evyr!
Kier the Werewolf elf: I'd cry if I killed Glorfy, but I just might *evil grin; Legolas is happy it isn't him*
Coolio02: Thanx a lot! I try to update often, but...
boromir: Wow, Boromir came back from the dead to review me! I fell so special:)
~Amariel~: Yay me!
Now, what i hope you've all been waiting for:
********
Young and Free
Chapter 3
Mysterious Strangers
********
Elrond looked at the unconscious form of Glorfindel, and the rock that hit him. A bow twanged, and he ducked just in time for the arrow to miss his head.
"We're under attack!" Elrond shouted, and Estel began to cry in his arms. A flaming arrow hit the ground at the feet of the horses. The steeds spooked, and though Elrond and Erestor got theirs under control, the riderless horses of Elladan, Elrohir and Glorfindel took off.
"Erestor!" Elrond shouted above Esters cries, "take my son and ride as fast as your steed will take you to the guard post up river."
"Yes, my Lord," Erestor replied quickly. Elrond looked one last time into the face of his youngest before handing the crying child to his advisor. Erestor was gone in an instant.
Elrond was surprised to find that the place on his horse where Estel had been, was now occupied with the body of Glorfindel. He looked at his twin sons who put him there.
"Ride with him back to Imladris. We will lead them to the guard post and make a stand there," Elladan explained. More rocks were hurled from the trees across the river, and arrows narrowly missed there mark.
"I will not leave you two here alone and unarmed," Elrond replied sternly. His horse stamped the ground anxiously.
"You are the only one still with your horse, and Lord Glorfindel cannot stay here as he is," Elrohir continued hurriedly, "Noro lim, Celebhûn," he told Elronds horse.
"Al, baw noro Celebhûn!," Elrond quickly told the horse, "I'm not leaving my sons!"
"You have no choice," Elladan replied, and he slapped Celebhûn's rear with all his might. The horse neighed loudly and took off towards Rivendell.
"Come on Elrohir, let us be swift." They ran hard, ducking and dodging arrows as they went. They were shoeless, weaponless, and their wet hair stuck on their faces. Ther was no sign of their attackers. Soon the arrows stopped all together.
Elrohir spotted something in the distance. "What is that?" he asked his counterpart.
"I do not know, it lies low in the grass." With a silent nod, they lept into the trees above them and continued their course. When they were close enough to see what obstructed their path, they were shocked. They dropped down from the tree's and ran over to the limp form of Erestor.
"Erestor! Erestor can you hear me?" He was lying face down in the grass and a long shafted arrow protruded from his back. He wasn't moving.
"Erestor?" Elladan asked softly. No answer. He gingerly rolled the elf over and propped him up so that the arrow wasn't disturbed. There were twin gasps once they got a good look at him. His face was bruised and bloody, with a large gash leading from his left temple down to his jaw line. The back of his head was bloody. His stomach was slashed and he was loosing a lot of blood.
"Elbereth..." Elrohir swore under his breath. Elladan checked for a pulse.
"He is alive!" Something was still wrong. Elrohir felt as though they were being watched. His eyes searched the surrounding area. Erestors horse lay dead on the grass a few yards away. Elrohirs eyes widened.
"Elladan, where is Estel?!" The older twin looked up from the elf he was cradling in his arms. Elrohir was right. Estel was gone.
"Search, search for him!" Elrohir began searching franctically for any trace of their mortal brother. There was nothing. The grass was trampled all around, and the smell of blood was thick in the air. Something lightened his heart though; he did not smell human blood. That meant that wherever Estel was, he was alright.
Elladan looked knowingly at his brother.
"Erestor is dying," he said in dismay, "he needs fathers aid."
Both twins knew that there was no way that they would be able to make it to the house of their father before Erestors light faded out. They had nothing heal him with, and no horse to ake them to the guard station. And what of Estel? They must also follow any trail to their brother before it goes cold.
"Help me Elrohir," Elladan said from his place on the ground. Erestor was leaned onto Elrohir, and Elladan plucked the brown feathered arrow from his back. He pulled Erestors cream colored tunic off him and put it on his back to stop the bleading.
"Lay him down on the grass." Elrohir did as he was told. Elladan stripped off his own forest-green tunic and went to the river to soak it in water. Elrohir shed his matching one and proceeded to rip it into long, thin strips.
They bathed Erestors wounds and did their best to wrap them and stem the bleeding. Once done to the best of their ability, they each took one of his arms over their shoulders and made ready to set off towards the guard station. Again, Elrohir felt as if they were not alone.
He scanned the surrounding trees for anymovent; there was none but for the blowing of the wind. Then his keen elvish eyes locked on to something that should not have been there. Piercing blue eyes met his shining green ones.
"Legolas!" he called out in suprise. The golden-haired elf dropped down from the trees, bow in hand.
"Mae govannen mellynîn," he called out as he strode over to them. He turned his head up to the trees and called out, "Daro!" Five other elves dropped to the ground.
"It is good to see you my friend," Elladan said.
"Aye, indeed," his counterpart agreed, "we were attacked," at this he motioned toward the limp body of Erestor, "he is dying." Elladan increased his hold on their fallen comrade.
"We were attacked as well while traveling to the house of your father. Three more of my guard are searching still for our attackers," Legolas finished.
"You did not see them as well?" Elladan questioned.
"Nay, and it troubles me, because all of the sudden they just stopped."
"This--this is...ill news," Erestor choked out from between the twins. Both of Elronds matching sons jumped, along with the Prince of Mirkwood.
"Erestor, you're awake!" Elrohir cried out in surprise. Erestor coughed violently and blood dribbled down his chin.
"They...," he coughed again, "they took Estel..." and he coughed more violently this time.
"Estel?" Legolas questioned.
"Long story, we'll explain later. Erestor needs help," Elladan looked at Legolas pleadingly, "do you have horses?"
"Aye, I do," he replied. Put his fingers to his lips and let out a long, piercing whistle. After a few moments, six unadorned horses came galloping into view.
Elrohir rode with Legolas, and one of Legolas' archers doubled with another to give up his horse to Elladan and Erestor.
The party set off towards the guard station at breakneck speed.
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Well, what do you think? It's finally getting interesting, isn't it?
Legolas: Who's Estel?
ForceofHobbit: You're a loooong way from home, pretty boy.
Please R/R!