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Please, please review. They are my fuel. This is the second to last chapter of Part 1. Was going to make this the last chapter, but don't like to end on chapter 13 =) So splitting out the last bit into a different chapter. Anyway, I will not be writing Part 2 if I don't get enough reader response. And trust me, you don't want me to not write Part 2 =)
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Chapter 13: A Desperate Plan
DAY 13, MOUNTAIN OF THE SHADOWS
"I am sorry," said Gandalf, putting a hand on Aragorn's shoulders. The Man had returned before dawn to check on their new ally. The wizard could feel the King of Gondor held his breath as the first rays of the sun brightened the horizon. But their injured companion still showed no sign of waking. Now, their cave was flooded with harsh morning light; but it could not penetrate the gloom that had settled upon the camp.
Éomer and Haldir arrived at the sight of the other members of the Fellowship mourning the loss of their new ally. The Lòrien Elf knew what the healers said, but he also trusted in the strength of Legolas' love for Aragorn. Silently, he motioned for the young Man to lay him down next to the dying Watcher. As he sat next to his new friend, the archer took the Prince's hand gently and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss. "Remember what you told me in the cave, Legolas. You cannot give up yet; there is always hope."
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Without opening his eyes, the Prince muttered at the brush of Haldir's lips against his bloodied hand, "I don't recall giving you permission to kiss my hand." He was still annoyed with his Elven friend.
"Well, I don't recall giving you permission to carry me on your shoulder either when we were escaping the were-wolf," retorted the archer, pretending to look indignant as he gently placed Legolas' hands back onto the bedroll.
"So much for gratitude for saving your life," quipped the Watcher as he slowly opened his eyes. It was impossible to stay angry with Haldir for long when the usually serious Guardian of Lòrien was in a playful mood. This was a side that the older Elf seldom allowed others to see; only his closest of friends were given that privilege. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was one of the few who had the honor of trading good-natured barbs with the Lòrien archer.
"Come on, sit up. Everyone is worried about you," said Haldir as he ignored the Prince's previous comment with a smirk. Slowly he shifted behind his friend to try to help him up.
"I am severely wounded, remember? I think I will just lie here and rest for a while," replied Legolas as he closed his eyes, refusing to move. Though his injuries ached, it was not so bad that he could not sit. But he just wanted to see what Haldir would do, since he knew he was too heavy for the wounded Elf to lift.
Haldir noticed the playful challenge in the Watcher's voice. It was a welcomed change since their new ally always seemed sad, with the weight of the world on his back. But the Elf feared that any attempts to forcibly move Legolas would worsen his injuries. He would admit defeat this once without a fight, "Have it your way. As long as you explain to the rest of the Fellowship what you told me in the cave."
"Such cruelty from a fair creature, forcing a wounded person to talk when you are capable of speaking for me," whined Legolas, knowing he was getting the upper hand in this battle of wits. Giving the Elf a toothy grin, he knew he would get back at Haldir for forcing him to come back to the living after all.
"You are hopeless!" retorted Haldir. He would have pretended to take offense, gotten up and started marching off if he were not wounded. But since he was not walking anywhere on his own strength for a while, he settled for a death glare instead.
This was all so familiar to the Prince, the bantering and Haldir's 'angry eye'. He was about to let out a hoot of laughter when he remembered he was currently in Uruk-Hai form. Not to mention, Aragorn was watching. Legolas felt that he had already given away too much with his playful behavior. He did not wish the Man to learn his real identity. He did not want his beloved to see him like this; he would not mar the image of beauty he left in Aragorn's mind as the Prince of Mirkwood.
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The sudden sadness that crept into his friend's eyes was not lost on the Guardian of Lòrien. Playtime was over; the Watcher was once again thinking of his hopeless love for the King of Gondor. Instead of allowing Legolas to mope, Haldir quickly changed the subject. He became once more the stoic Elf; it was time for business. "Legolas is a Tirn Uipira in Uruk-Hai form. The Dark One had taken possession of one of our friends in Gondor. Can he see us without our notice?"
Noticing the serious tone of his friend, the Prince forced his mind off his beloved Man onto the problem at hand to answer the Lòrien Elf's question. "He cannot see us clearly, but he can use his magic to sense our progress. He has no reason to though, since he has complete faith in the Fellowship."
"Why?" asked the former Ringbearer, not understanding how the evil Watcher could be so sure of the company's success in recovering the magic crystal.
His question was met with silence. The Elf could see Legolas was in pain, since there was no answering the question without bringing up his relationship with the King of Gondor. Quietly, Haldir whispered on his friend's behalf, "Because he knew Aragorn would never let Legolas down."
The others looked in puzzlement from Uruk-Hai to the King of Gondor, who both wore a pained expression. The Hobbits were about to ask more when Gandalf spoke to stop that line of questioning. "If this is true, there is no reason to go on this Quest."
"But if we turn back, Morn-ndùath will know something is wrong. We have no choice but to get the crystal first," commented the Prince, mind still numb from the pain of his broken heart.
"On the contrary, my friend. Think about this, an army of Uruk-Hai attacked the company. Here we have an injured Elf who could not walk and a captive who worked for the Dark One. Would it not make perfect sense for our Wizard to ask Aragorn to take us back to Gondor? This way, I will not be a burden to the Fellowship, our only link to the Tirn Uipira will be remain safe in Gondor, and the Eldars will have a 'spy' to question."
Haldir had been thinking about this during the night. The only thing that worried him was that the evil one might be watching over them. That was the reason he first asked if Morn-ndùath could see them before disclosing his plan.
"No, the road back is too dangerous for Aragorn to travel with two injured companions," protested Éomer. He almost lost his beloved last night. Now that Haldir would give their love a chance, the young Man was not going to tempt fate by leaving the Elf's side.
"We can escort them back to the forest of Ithilien. That is only a short ride from Faramir's keep. Aragorn can request Royal Guards to accompany them for their journey back to Minas Tirith," said Gandalf sagely. He understood Éomer's reluctance to leave the Guardian of Lòrien, but Haldir's plan offered the chance of a surprise attack before the enemy struck. It was the best strategy against Morn-ndùath.
"But won't Morn-ndùath be able to sense your presence?" asked Aragorn, speaking for the first time since entering the cave. When the sun rose, he was sure he had failed Legolas once again by allowing his friend to die. He could barely contain his joy when their ally awoke; but with his reserve of ice, he refrained from speaking or moving. His companions needed a strong Man of action, not an emotional wreck whose past haunted each breath he took.
"No, my magic is spent in order to possess my current body. He will not know who I am. I won't be able to sense him either, but I know his personality well. He is very cautious and thorough. He will see me as a potential threat. We will know who he is when he comes after me," replied Legolas, grimacing slightly as his wounds began to throb again. He knew the healers must have put ointments to numb the pain when they first treated him hours ago; but the effects of the anesthetics were wearing off.
Just that little gesture sent Aragorn flying to the Watcher's side. In his haste, the Man almost stepped on Haldir, who was still sitting beside Legolas. "Watch where you are going, my friend!" protested the Elf, amused at the King's apparent clumsiness.
"Sorry. Legolas' wounds need to be treated again," replied Aragorn sheepishly, wondering at his own behavior. His reactions to the Watcher surprised himself as well. It was not like him at all to act so rashly. But the Man had come very close to losing his new friend. He was not about to take any more chances.
"I will forgive you since..." Haldir's answer was cut short by a small squeeze on his hand.
The Watcher had moved to take Haldir's hand, and was now glancing at him with pleading eyes. The intelligent Elf quickly realized that the Man did not know the true identity of their ally. Aragorn knew he was a Watcher in Uruk-Hai form, but he did not know it was the same one who visited his dreams. And for some reason, Legolas wished to keep this a secret.
The Guardian considered telling the King of Gondor, but he understood the Prince must have his reasons. He would respect Legolas' wishes and remain silent on the matter. "Anyway, just be more careful next time. I suppose I should be getting out of the way. Éomer?"
The sound of his name sent the young King running to his Elf with as much speed and eagerness as Aragorn's earlier dash to Legolas. Haldir silently chuckled and sent a knowing smile to the Prince, urging him to reconsider telling his beloved the truth. When he saw the Watcher shook his head sadly, Haldir turned to the older Man kneeling by his side and warned, "Take good care of him, Aragorn. If you don't, you will answer to me." With that the Elf allowed himself to be encircled in Éomer's embrace as the King of Rohan gently lifted him off the floor.
"Let us gather outside and discuss our plans further," suggested Gandalf as he ushered the other members of the Fellowship out of the cave to give the Man and Watcher more privacy. In addition, they also needed to discuss the situation concerning their new friend. It was clear that Legolas wished to keep his identity a secret from Aragorn; and the Istari had to agree it was the best option under the circumstances to avoid further distractions. The Wizard needed to talk to the Hobbits and Gimli to ensure they did not ask questions that made the Watcher's life more difficult. Haldir already knew, so Gandalf assumed Éomer did as well and would know to be careful.
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After Aragorn re-bandaged the Watcher's wounds and gave him a sleeping potion, he left the cave to rejoin his friends in the discussion of their plans. However, as he approached, a strange hush fell over the rest of the Fellowship. The Man wondered if they were keeping a secret from him. But before he could ponder the idea, Gandalf spoke, "We should leave at first light tomorrow."
"But it will be at least another week before our ally is strong enough to defend himself. We cannot return to Gondor until then, knowing Morn-ndùath will be out for his blood," argued the Man, not wanting to jeopardize the life of the Eternal Watcher. Though their ally was not the real Legolas, Aragorn had developed a very strong protective urge over his new friend.
"We cannot wait," said Haldir softly, looking the Man in the eye. He did not like the idea of Legolas being defenseless in Gondor; but the success of their plan depended on their ability to act quickly, to surprise Morn- ndùath. After what occurred, the Guardian of Lòrien was every bit as protective of the Prince as Aragorn. But they must do what have to be done.
"It is not up to us to decide. This is his life we are risking," argued Aragorn, not wanting to endanger his beloved's friend.
"We shall ask Legolas then. I am sure he will agree that time is of the essence," replied Gandalf as he removed his pipe from his staff. The Istari was feeling the need of a good smoke; the fate of the world was at stake and there was naught he could do. Everything would rest in the hands of the Eternal Watcher and King of Gondor; he could feel it deep inside his heart.
"You must put him in the dungeon when you return to Gondor," added Éomer who was rubbing Haldir's back as the Elf sat in his lap. He felt heartless for making that point, knowing Legolas was the Gondorian's lover. But they must not show the Watcher any mercy or Morn-ndùath would know it was a trap.
Aragorn glared at the King of Rohan, looking as if he was about to charge the younger Man. Seeing the tension between the two Humans, Haldir quickly intervened, "Aragorn, our new friend saved me from the were-wolf. I don't like using him as bait any more than you do. But our duty is to Middle Earth as well as the Realm of the Tirn Uipira. Legolas knows this; that is why he is willing to co-operate with us on our plan. It is time for you to put your personal feelings aside as well."
Aragorn had no argument to that. He knew he had been allowing his emotions to rule his actions. His behavior was unbefitting of the King of Gondor. Had Faramir not reminded him that he had promised Legolas to save both his realm and Middle Earth? He should have been focusing on how to keep his word on this latest oath. Regrets could not help him undo the wrongs he had committed or fulfill his last promise to his beloved. He must bury his hopeless love for the Prince and do what needed to be done. Quietly, the Man replied, "You are right, my friends, I have been blinded by my past, but not any longer. I will do as you have decided."
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DAY 20, GONDOR CASTLE
Morn-ndùath had the uneasy feeling that something had gone wrong with his perfect plan. It started a few days ago; at first, he had dismissed it without a thought, fully confident that his scheme was flawless. But as the days went by, the premonition had not dimmed. Being cautious, he had not wanted to use his magic in the presence of so many ancient Elves. But he could no longer ignore this phantom threat that kept growing in his mind. Tonight he would reach out with his magic to assess the progress of the new Fellowship. The success of his scheme depended heavily on the company's abilities to obtain the crystal. Perhaps he had placed too much faith in Glorgalad's lover. Perhaps the Man and his insignificant friends had failed.
As he looked out his window, his attention was drawn to a team of riders rapidly approaching the castle's gate, carrying the banner of Gondor. To his dismay, Aragorn was among them, with Haldir and what appeared to be an Uruk-Hai prisoner. The Dark One's attention was immediately drawn to the stranger, who was bound hand and feet, and appeared to be injured. Though he could not sense any magic in the Uruk-Hai, Morn-ndùath knew instinctively the prisoner was the cause of his unrest for the past few days.
The Morn-ndùath considered for a minute that his plan had been discovered; but seeing the guards shove the wounded creature along, he was certain the stupid Humans did not suspect a thing. But the Uruk-Hai, that was a different matter. In his heart, the Dark One knew the prisoner was a potential threat. And all threats must be eliminated as soon as possible. Wearing a smile, Morn-ndùath left his rooms to greet the returning King. Tonight he would visit the dungeons and rid himself of a meddling Uruk-Hai.
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Legolas was thrown into the dungeon roughly by two Gondorian guards. He insisted that Aragorn not tell the guards anything of their plans. The more people involved, the more likely their scheme would be discovered. Besides, the Prince thought it would be a convincing touch if the soldiers were to treat him roughly. Men had long since learnt not to show any mercy to the creatures of darkness; it would only be unnatural if the guards were taking care not to aggravate his injuries. Grimacing from the pain of his battered body, the Watcher surveyed his surroundings.
His cell resembled a cage with all the steel bars that surrounded it. There were no other prisoners in the dungeon, which Legolas found surprising. Though Aragorn was a great King, the Prince was still surprised at the lack of criminals in Gondor. The hearts of Men were easily corrupted and they were more prone to committing crimes than any of the other races. His idle observation was cut short when the twins arrived. Legolas long suspected that the Dark One had taken Elrohir; but he did not wish to speak without proof. It would seem that soon he would have the evidence he wished for.
"Look what we have here? An Uruk-Hai, in prison. Tell me how does it feel to be captured and helpless against your tormentors?" sneered Elrohir, eyes glowing with malice. Behind him, Elladan silently motioned for the guards to open the door to his cell.
As the twins stepped in, Legolas could not help a shiver down his spine. This was too soon. He did not expect Morn-ndùath to strike until later in the night. Aragorn was still in discussion with his allies on how to destroy the Dark One once he was identified. He was alone and defenseless. But at least the guards were here to bear witness if he died by Elrohir's hands. They would give the Man and Haldir enough information to expose Morn-ndùath. Before the Prince could brace himself for the attack, he felt a forceful punch to his unprotected head as darkness overtook him.
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The unrest in Thranduil's heart was constantly growing. It had been doing so for days, since the night he discovered his son has returned to Middle Earth. Now, sitting in a conference to discuss ways to destroy Morn- ndùath, he could not help but feel he was needed elsewhere. Since Aragorn had returned from the new Quest, his golden child could not be far. As much as Legolas cared for the success of the Fellowship, his first loyalty would always be to the Man he loved. But since the King of Mirkwood was in the gardens when the Man arrived, he did not know if any stranger was accompanying the group.
As Legolas' father, they shared a close bond and could communicate without words in each other minds. Sometimes, they could do so without seeing each other, over a short distance. Furrowing his brow, the Elven King tried hard at establishing a link to his golden child. His concentration, however, was broken when Aragorn spoke, "We have captured an Uruk-Hai. I think he might have some information on the Dark One's plans."
Thranduil rose from his chair immediately at those words. He knew where his son was; and Legolas was in trouble. He could feel it. "Please excuse me, there is some urgent business I must tend to," said the King cordially as he hurried out of the room, barely aware of the strange look the Steward of Gondor had cast his way.
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"What are you doing?" bellowed the King of Mirkwood, incensed at the sight of the twins beating savagely on his beloved child.
"It is a creature of darkness. It does not deserve any mercy," hissed Elladan, giving another kick to the whimpering Prince's side.
"He is a prisoner with valuable information. King Elessar will be very upset if he dies," replied Thranduil quietly, forcing himself to be calm so he did not launch himself at the twins who were abusing Legolas.
"Its mind has naught but lies and deceit. It is better to end the beast's life now," retorted Elrohir heatedly, glaring at the King of Mirkwood.
"Both of you have allowed your hatred for the Orcs who took your mother to rule your actions for too long. If your foster brother wished the creature's death, he would not bring him back to Gondor," reasoned the King, shaking his head at the twins before glancing at the prone form of his son. He could not understand why Legolas chose the form of an Uruk- Hai, but his child must have his reasons. Regardless, he was not going to allow the twins to continue taking out their aggressions on HIS son.
"I hope Elessar discovers soon how useless it is to reason with a beast," spat out Elladan, before giving the Prince a final kick on his back and leaving the cell.
"Watch out, beast. We will be back," hissed Elrohir who had bent down to grab the barely conscious Legolas by the collar. Unceremoniously, the younger twin dropped the prisoner back onto the floor before marching out. On the way out, he brushed shoulders with the King of Mirkwood and gave him a final glare. Without another word, the twins left the dungeon, leaving Thranduil to tend to his wounded son.
Please, please review. They are my fuel. This is the second to last chapter of Part 1. Was going to make this the last chapter, but don't like to end on chapter 13 =) So splitting out the last bit into a different chapter. Anyway, I will not be writing Part 2 if I don't get enough reader response. And trust me, you don't want me to not write Part 2 =)
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Chapter 13: A Desperate Plan
DAY 13, MOUNTAIN OF THE SHADOWS
"I am sorry," said Gandalf, putting a hand on Aragorn's shoulders. The Man had returned before dawn to check on their new ally. The wizard could feel the King of Gondor held his breath as the first rays of the sun brightened the horizon. But their injured companion still showed no sign of waking. Now, their cave was flooded with harsh morning light; but it could not penetrate the gloom that had settled upon the camp.
Éomer and Haldir arrived at the sight of the other members of the Fellowship mourning the loss of their new ally. The Lòrien Elf knew what the healers said, but he also trusted in the strength of Legolas' love for Aragorn. Silently, he motioned for the young Man to lay him down next to the dying Watcher. As he sat next to his new friend, the archer took the Prince's hand gently and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss. "Remember what you told me in the cave, Legolas. You cannot give up yet; there is always hope."
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Without opening his eyes, the Prince muttered at the brush of Haldir's lips against his bloodied hand, "I don't recall giving you permission to kiss my hand." He was still annoyed with his Elven friend.
"Well, I don't recall giving you permission to carry me on your shoulder either when we were escaping the were-wolf," retorted the archer, pretending to look indignant as he gently placed Legolas' hands back onto the bedroll.
"So much for gratitude for saving your life," quipped the Watcher as he slowly opened his eyes. It was impossible to stay angry with Haldir for long when the usually serious Guardian of Lòrien was in a playful mood. This was a side that the older Elf seldom allowed others to see; only his closest of friends were given that privilege. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was one of the few who had the honor of trading good-natured barbs with the Lòrien archer.
"Come on, sit up. Everyone is worried about you," said Haldir as he ignored the Prince's previous comment with a smirk. Slowly he shifted behind his friend to try to help him up.
"I am severely wounded, remember? I think I will just lie here and rest for a while," replied Legolas as he closed his eyes, refusing to move. Though his injuries ached, it was not so bad that he could not sit. But he just wanted to see what Haldir would do, since he knew he was too heavy for the wounded Elf to lift.
Haldir noticed the playful challenge in the Watcher's voice. It was a welcomed change since their new ally always seemed sad, with the weight of the world on his back. But the Elf feared that any attempts to forcibly move Legolas would worsen his injuries. He would admit defeat this once without a fight, "Have it your way. As long as you explain to the rest of the Fellowship what you told me in the cave."
"Such cruelty from a fair creature, forcing a wounded person to talk when you are capable of speaking for me," whined Legolas, knowing he was getting the upper hand in this battle of wits. Giving the Elf a toothy grin, he knew he would get back at Haldir for forcing him to come back to the living after all.
"You are hopeless!" retorted Haldir. He would have pretended to take offense, gotten up and started marching off if he were not wounded. But since he was not walking anywhere on his own strength for a while, he settled for a death glare instead.
This was all so familiar to the Prince, the bantering and Haldir's 'angry eye'. He was about to let out a hoot of laughter when he remembered he was currently in Uruk-Hai form. Not to mention, Aragorn was watching. Legolas felt that he had already given away too much with his playful behavior. He did not wish the Man to learn his real identity. He did not want his beloved to see him like this; he would not mar the image of beauty he left in Aragorn's mind as the Prince of Mirkwood.
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The sudden sadness that crept into his friend's eyes was not lost on the Guardian of Lòrien. Playtime was over; the Watcher was once again thinking of his hopeless love for the King of Gondor. Instead of allowing Legolas to mope, Haldir quickly changed the subject. He became once more the stoic Elf; it was time for business. "Legolas is a Tirn Uipira in Uruk-Hai form. The Dark One had taken possession of one of our friends in Gondor. Can he see us without our notice?"
Noticing the serious tone of his friend, the Prince forced his mind off his beloved Man onto the problem at hand to answer the Lòrien Elf's question. "He cannot see us clearly, but he can use his magic to sense our progress. He has no reason to though, since he has complete faith in the Fellowship."
"Why?" asked the former Ringbearer, not understanding how the evil Watcher could be so sure of the company's success in recovering the magic crystal.
His question was met with silence. The Elf could see Legolas was in pain, since there was no answering the question without bringing up his relationship with the King of Gondor. Quietly, Haldir whispered on his friend's behalf, "Because he knew Aragorn would never let Legolas down."
The others looked in puzzlement from Uruk-Hai to the King of Gondor, who both wore a pained expression. The Hobbits were about to ask more when Gandalf spoke to stop that line of questioning. "If this is true, there is no reason to go on this Quest."
"But if we turn back, Morn-ndùath will know something is wrong. We have no choice but to get the crystal first," commented the Prince, mind still numb from the pain of his broken heart.
"On the contrary, my friend. Think about this, an army of Uruk-Hai attacked the company. Here we have an injured Elf who could not walk and a captive who worked for the Dark One. Would it not make perfect sense for our Wizard to ask Aragorn to take us back to Gondor? This way, I will not be a burden to the Fellowship, our only link to the Tirn Uipira will be remain safe in Gondor, and the Eldars will have a 'spy' to question."
Haldir had been thinking about this during the night. The only thing that worried him was that the evil one might be watching over them. That was the reason he first asked if Morn-ndùath could see them before disclosing his plan.
"No, the road back is too dangerous for Aragorn to travel with two injured companions," protested Éomer. He almost lost his beloved last night. Now that Haldir would give their love a chance, the young Man was not going to tempt fate by leaving the Elf's side.
"We can escort them back to the forest of Ithilien. That is only a short ride from Faramir's keep. Aragorn can request Royal Guards to accompany them for their journey back to Minas Tirith," said Gandalf sagely. He understood Éomer's reluctance to leave the Guardian of Lòrien, but Haldir's plan offered the chance of a surprise attack before the enemy struck. It was the best strategy against Morn-ndùath.
"But won't Morn-ndùath be able to sense your presence?" asked Aragorn, speaking for the first time since entering the cave. When the sun rose, he was sure he had failed Legolas once again by allowing his friend to die. He could barely contain his joy when their ally awoke; but with his reserve of ice, he refrained from speaking or moving. His companions needed a strong Man of action, not an emotional wreck whose past haunted each breath he took.
"No, my magic is spent in order to possess my current body. He will not know who I am. I won't be able to sense him either, but I know his personality well. He is very cautious and thorough. He will see me as a potential threat. We will know who he is when he comes after me," replied Legolas, grimacing slightly as his wounds began to throb again. He knew the healers must have put ointments to numb the pain when they first treated him hours ago; but the effects of the anesthetics were wearing off.
Just that little gesture sent Aragorn flying to the Watcher's side. In his haste, the Man almost stepped on Haldir, who was still sitting beside Legolas. "Watch where you are going, my friend!" protested the Elf, amused at the King's apparent clumsiness.
"Sorry. Legolas' wounds need to be treated again," replied Aragorn sheepishly, wondering at his own behavior. His reactions to the Watcher surprised himself as well. It was not like him at all to act so rashly. But the Man had come very close to losing his new friend. He was not about to take any more chances.
"I will forgive you since..." Haldir's answer was cut short by a small squeeze on his hand.
The Watcher had moved to take Haldir's hand, and was now glancing at him with pleading eyes. The intelligent Elf quickly realized that the Man did not know the true identity of their ally. Aragorn knew he was a Watcher in Uruk-Hai form, but he did not know it was the same one who visited his dreams. And for some reason, Legolas wished to keep this a secret.
The Guardian considered telling the King of Gondor, but he understood the Prince must have his reasons. He would respect Legolas' wishes and remain silent on the matter. "Anyway, just be more careful next time. I suppose I should be getting out of the way. Éomer?"
The sound of his name sent the young King running to his Elf with as much speed and eagerness as Aragorn's earlier dash to Legolas. Haldir silently chuckled and sent a knowing smile to the Prince, urging him to reconsider telling his beloved the truth. When he saw the Watcher shook his head sadly, Haldir turned to the older Man kneeling by his side and warned, "Take good care of him, Aragorn. If you don't, you will answer to me." With that the Elf allowed himself to be encircled in Éomer's embrace as the King of Rohan gently lifted him off the floor.
"Let us gather outside and discuss our plans further," suggested Gandalf as he ushered the other members of the Fellowship out of the cave to give the Man and Watcher more privacy. In addition, they also needed to discuss the situation concerning their new friend. It was clear that Legolas wished to keep his identity a secret from Aragorn; and the Istari had to agree it was the best option under the circumstances to avoid further distractions. The Wizard needed to talk to the Hobbits and Gimli to ensure they did not ask questions that made the Watcher's life more difficult. Haldir already knew, so Gandalf assumed Éomer did as well and would know to be careful.
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After Aragorn re-bandaged the Watcher's wounds and gave him a sleeping potion, he left the cave to rejoin his friends in the discussion of their plans. However, as he approached, a strange hush fell over the rest of the Fellowship. The Man wondered if they were keeping a secret from him. But before he could ponder the idea, Gandalf spoke, "We should leave at first light tomorrow."
"But it will be at least another week before our ally is strong enough to defend himself. We cannot return to Gondor until then, knowing Morn-ndùath will be out for his blood," argued the Man, not wanting to jeopardize the life of the Eternal Watcher. Though their ally was not the real Legolas, Aragorn had developed a very strong protective urge over his new friend.
"We cannot wait," said Haldir softly, looking the Man in the eye. He did not like the idea of Legolas being defenseless in Gondor; but the success of their plan depended on their ability to act quickly, to surprise Morn- ndùath. After what occurred, the Guardian of Lòrien was every bit as protective of the Prince as Aragorn. But they must do what have to be done.
"It is not up to us to decide. This is his life we are risking," argued Aragorn, not wanting to endanger his beloved's friend.
"We shall ask Legolas then. I am sure he will agree that time is of the essence," replied Gandalf as he removed his pipe from his staff. The Istari was feeling the need of a good smoke; the fate of the world was at stake and there was naught he could do. Everything would rest in the hands of the Eternal Watcher and King of Gondor; he could feel it deep inside his heart.
"You must put him in the dungeon when you return to Gondor," added Éomer who was rubbing Haldir's back as the Elf sat in his lap. He felt heartless for making that point, knowing Legolas was the Gondorian's lover. But they must not show the Watcher any mercy or Morn-ndùath would know it was a trap.
Aragorn glared at the King of Rohan, looking as if he was about to charge the younger Man. Seeing the tension between the two Humans, Haldir quickly intervened, "Aragorn, our new friend saved me from the were-wolf. I don't like using him as bait any more than you do. But our duty is to Middle Earth as well as the Realm of the Tirn Uipira. Legolas knows this; that is why he is willing to co-operate with us on our plan. It is time for you to put your personal feelings aside as well."
Aragorn had no argument to that. He knew he had been allowing his emotions to rule his actions. His behavior was unbefitting of the King of Gondor. Had Faramir not reminded him that he had promised Legolas to save both his realm and Middle Earth? He should have been focusing on how to keep his word on this latest oath. Regrets could not help him undo the wrongs he had committed or fulfill his last promise to his beloved. He must bury his hopeless love for the Prince and do what needed to be done. Quietly, the Man replied, "You are right, my friends, I have been blinded by my past, but not any longer. I will do as you have decided."
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DAY 20, GONDOR CASTLE
Morn-ndùath had the uneasy feeling that something had gone wrong with his perfect plan. It started a few days ago; at first, he had dismissed it without a thought, fully confident that his scheme was flawless. But as the days went by, the premonition had not dimmed. Being cautious, he had not wanted to use his magic in the presence of so many ancient Elves. But he could no longer ignore this phantom threat that kept growing in his mind. Tonight he would reach out with his magic to assess the progress of the new Fellowship. The success of his scheme depended heavily on the company's abilities to obtain the crystal. Perhaps he had placed too much faith in Glorgalad's lover. Perhaps the Man and his insignificant friends had failed.
As he looked out his window, his attention was drawn to a team of riders rapidly approaching the castle's gate, carrying the banner of Gondor. To his dismay, Aragorn was among them, with Haldir and what appeared to be an Uruk-Hai prisoner. The Dark One's attention was immediately drawn to the stranger, who was bound hand and feet, and appeared to be injured. Though he could not sense any magic in the Uruk-Hai, Morn-ndùath knew instinctively the prisoner was the cause of his unrest for the past few days.
The Morn-ndùath considered for a minute that his plan had been discovered; but seeing the guards shove the wounded creature along, he was certain the stupid Humans did not suspect a thing. But the Uruk-Hai, that was a different matter. In his heart, the Dark One knew the prisoner was a potential threat. And all threats must be eliminated as soon as possible. Wearing a smile, Morn-ndùath left his rooms to greet the returning King. Tonight he would visit the dungeons and rid himself of a meddling Uruk-Hai.
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Legolas was thrown into the dungeon roughly by two Gondorian guards. He insisted that Aragorn not tell the guards anything of their plans. The more people involved, the more likely their scheme would be discovered. Besides, the Prince thought it would be a convincing touch if the soldiers were to treat him roughly. Men had long since learnt not to show any mercy to the creatures of darkness; it would only be unnatural if the guards were taking care not to aggravate his injuries. Grimacing from the pain of his battered body, the Watcher surveyed his surroundings.
His cell resembled a cage with all the steel bars that surrounded it. There were no other prisoners in the dungeon, which Legolas found surprising. Though Aragorn was a great King, the Prince was still surprised at the lack of criminals in Gondor. The hearts of Men were easily corrupted and they were more prone to committing crimes than any of the other races. His idle observation was cut short when the twins arrived. Legolas long suspected that the Dark One had taken Elrohir; but he did not wish to speak without proof. It would seem that soon he would have the evidence he wished for.
"Look what we have here? An Uruk-Hai, in prison. Tell me how does it feel to be captured and helpless against your tormentors?" sneered Elrohir, eyes glowing with malice. Behind him, Elladan silently motioned for the guards to open the door to his cell.
As the twins stepped in, Legolas could not help a shiver down his spine. This was too soon. He did not expect Morn-ndùath to strike until later in the night. Aragorn was still in discussion with his allies on how to destroy the Dark One once he was identified. He was alone and defenseless. But at least the guards were here to bear witness if he died by Elrohir's hands. They would give the Man and Haldir enough information to expose Morn-ndùath. Before the Prince could brace himself for the attack, he felt a forceful punch to his unprotected head as darkness overtook him.
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The unrest in Thranduil's heart was constantly growing. It had been doing so for days, since the night he discovered his son has returned to Middle Earth. Now, sitting in a conference to discuss ways to destroy Morn- ndùath, he could not help but feel he was needed elsewhere. Since Aragorn had returned from the new Quest, his golden child could not be far. As much as Legolas cared for the success of the Fellowship, his first loyalty would always be to the Man he loved. But since the King of Mirkwood was in the gardens when the Man arrived, he did not know if any stranger was accompanying the group.
As Legolas' father, they shared a close bond and could communicate without words in each other minds. Sometimes, they could do so without seeing each other, over a short distance. Furrowing his brow, the Elven King tried hard at establishing a link to his golden child. His concentration, however, was broken when Aragorn spoke, "We have captured an Uruk-Hai. I think he might have some information on the Dark One's plans."
Thranduil rose from his chair immediately at those words. He knew where his son was; and Legolas was in trouble. He could feel it. "Please excuse me, there is some urgent business I must tend to," said the King cordially as he hurried out of the room, barely aware of the strange look the Steward of Gondor had cast his way.
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"What are you doing?" bellowed the King of Mirkwood, incensed at the sight of the twins beating savagely on his beloved child.
"It is a creature of darkness. It does not deserve any mercy," hissed Elladan, giving another kick to the whimpering Prince's side.
"He is a prisoner with valuable information. King Elessar will be very upset if he dies," replied Thranduil quietly, forcing himself to be calm so he did not launch himself at the twins who were abusing Legolas.
"Its mind has naught but lies and deceit. It is better to end the beast's life now," retorted Elrohir heatedly, glaring at the King of Mirkwood.
"Both of you have allowed your hatred for the Orcs who took your mother to rule your actions for too long. If your foster brother wished the creature's death, he would not bring him back to Gondor," reasoned the King, shaking his head at the twins before glancing at the prone form of his son. He could not understand why Legolas chose the form of an Uruk- Hai, but his child must have his reasons. Regardless, he was not going to allow the twins to continue taking out their aggressions on HIS son.
"I hope Elessar discovers soon how useless it is to reason with a beast," spat out Elladan, before giving the Prince a final kick on his back and leaving the cell.
"Watch out, beast. We will be back," hissed Elrohir who had bent down to grab the barely conscious Legolas by the collar. Unceremoniously, the younger twin dropped the prisoner back onto the floor before marching out. On the way out, he brushed shoulders with the King of Mirkwood and gave him a final glare. Without another word, the twins left the dungeon, leaving Thranduil to tend to his wounded son.