DISCLAIMER- How many of these am I gonna have to do?!?!?! Ok, let's make this short... LotR; Tolkien's. Random Orcs; mine. What a wonderful triumph... -_-
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Meg- I'm writing more! I'm glad Aragorn is more book-like; I think he was cool in the films, but he's a different kinda cool in the books! My friends don't believe that I've read the trilogy 9 times, plus the Hobbit, and the Silmarillion since February 2003, but I have! Is that so hard to accept? ^_^ Please keep reading! Here's your obligatory cookie... (:.)
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.:Chapter 2:.
The clouds that had been so prominent on their journey were now beginning to spill their contents on a sleeping Dwarf and a watchful Elf.
Legolas felt a fat drop of rain hit his nose and sighed. Gimli had the only bit of shelter that was available on that cursed hillside, and the Elf had only his Lothlorien cloak, now rough and weatherworn, yet still performed its duty brilliantly. However, as full as it was of Elvish magic, it would do little to keep out the driving rain he expected to come from the black heavens above.
The swirling black mass blotted out the stars, which made Legolas feel rather alone, and without the banter of his Dwarven companion to occupy his attention, he found his thoughts straying to the Sea.
"Cursed sea-longing!" he silently berated in his mind. "Oh, for a time when I could sit without remembering the gulls... alas!" The pictures of rolling waves crashing on the white sandy beach and brown rocks invaded his mind, accompanied by a background of the setting Sun sinking into the West- towards Valinor, the land of his people.
Legolas sighed. Even though the calling was strong in his heart, it was nothing compared to the calling that bade him to stay in Middle-Earth with his friends. He had already decided that he would not leave until the steel bite of a mortal's fate claimed them all. Only then would he give in.
Suddenly, his head snapped up. His Elvish instinct had picked up a dark presence nearby.
Whipping out his favoured weapons of his Galadrim bow and arrow faster than lightning, he stole a quick glance over to his companion, who still lay fast asleep, before re-fixing his gaze upon the shadowy mists that held the danger. "Gimli," he hissed, backing over to where the Dwarf was sleeping. "Gimli!"
Gimli opened his eyes blearily to behold his best friend standing like a guard with his bow up straight. "Wha-?" he blurted, still tired. "What are you doing, you crazy-?" His friendly jibe was cut off dramatically as an arrow whizzed out of the inky blackness, catching Legolas lightly on his left arm, ripping through his tunic and light shirt and scratching his skin.
The yelp from the Elf immediately aroused Gimli from his half-slumber, and with a roar, the shorter of the two hefted his formidable axe into his hand. "Come out, you cowardly dogs!" he cried. "And let me show you the true meaning of Dwarvish fury!" He sprinted as fast as his short legs possibly could over to his friend.
Legolas quickly recovered from the minor wound and released the shaft from his bowstring. With a light twang, it sailed through the air for barely a few seconds before finding its mark in an attacker's chest.
The shrill shriek that the now dead assailant issued was one the two companions knew far too well.
"It seems as though we have found our Orcs mellonamin!" cried Legolas, loosing another arrow.
They braced themselves as, without warning, a great horde of twisted creatures of darkness burst out from their hiding places, the piercing high-pitched battle cries hitting their ears. Legolas was able to take down a good few more with his trusty bow before falling back on his reserve weapon; his equally trusty twin ivory handled knives.
Gimli roared a Dwarvish curse that was not for use in polite conversation, and relieved yet another Orc of the weight of its head. "I have taken one down Master Elf; I could finally ease your inflated head of your crown yet!"
"Not unless you can make up for seven against one Gimli, and all the while I shall still be upping my score!" replied the Elf, allowing a smile to spread across his face. Of course, what they were referring to was the game they had played for the last three years whenever they had the opportunity to fight, counting the number of Orcs each had killed and measuring them up to discern the winner. Apart from the one time at Helm's Deep, where Gimli had beaten his companion by a single Orc, Legolas had a knack for winning.
The smile was unceremoniously wiped from the Elf's face far too quickly however.
The cry that echoed from the battle could be heard from far off, and anyone who was a seasoned war veteran would know that it was no Orc screech...
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Arwen woke in a cold sweat. She had just witnessed a terrifying dream, one that involved her two friends.
Aragorn shifted slightly next to her, and then blinked his eyes open. "Melath nin?" he whispered, perceiving the trembling and harsh breathing of his wife. "What is wrong?" He placed a rough yet gentle hand on his love's shoulder, pressing her without using words to tell what had frightened her so. Eyes wide with fear turned to gaze at him, and for a moment they were locked in a silent staring contest. It was the King who finally broke it.
"Arwen, please," he pleaded. "Tell me what is wrong."
Arwen took a moment to survey what she believed she had just seen, though it could have been a dream and nothing more.
"It was Legolas and Gimli," she whispered. "They were fighting, fighting the Orcs up in the mountains of the East, and then... then..." she trailed off, biting her lip as tears stung her sparkling brown eyes. "Then a scream. A bloodcurdling scream, Aragorn, and not one that belongs in Orcish speech."
"What are you saying?" gasped Aragorn. "That something has gone wrong?" He knew that Elves were famed for occasionally having premonitions in their dreams.
Arwen gulped. "I do not know," she replied honestly. "It could just be a dream, wrought of my own troubled mind's worry for them, but somehow..." She couldn't place it. "Somehow, it seemed far too real."
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Legolas whipped his head round to discover why Gimli had unleashed that terrifying bellow, and his eyes widened in shock to see his friend doubled up, his face screwed up with pain.
"Gimli!" he hollered, his voice full of fear for his injured friend.
A surprisingly big Orc suddenly loomed up out of the shadows. "Fall back boys, we've done our work!" he cried. His voice was gravely and rough, and as he turned to disappear back into the shadows, he looked at the panicking Elf. His eyes bore into those of the Firstborn, and he leered at him with a warped toothy grin.
Legolas suddenly felt a burst of pain around the scratch on his arm, so bad in fact that it caused a dizzying sensation. He clasped his arm, and shook his golden head to try and clear his sight, and after a few seconds the pain was replaced by a dull throb, and his vision was normal again. The chilling Orc, however, had disappeared, along with his minions. The two friends were left alone.
Legolas sprinted over to Gimli, who was now lying on his back. The young Elf feared the worst...
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Please don't hurt me! Ok, now let's see who is really smart outta my readers and figures out why I mentioned that this was a Legolas hurt/possible death/torment fic? True, I've obviously hurt Gimli, but is there anything wrong with the blonde-haired Elf? Hmmm...
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