Disclaimer: I don't own LotR, I don't think I do, and yes, we all know I would like to. I own Eveaniea, and the plot, but that is all. ^^
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Hehe, I drew a pic which just about sums up the expression on my face. 52 Reviews, and I have only done 5 chapters. Im not even started! Hehe, im just warming up! 0_o there must be something wrong with you all, but I love you all the same!!!! * hands out candy and ice cream*
Nessa- hmmmm......it could be. I don't know, ;) but I don't think so. Legolas is coming from Mirkwood :S. Hehe, glad to hear im keeping you on your toes though! Just wait and everything will get explained, slowly.
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Diamondtook- It is set after the war of the Ring. Im kinda getting stumped because this was written with no intention of going this far, I never thought it would be so popular. But Im referring to the books so I will try be in as much detail as possible. Aragorn is King.
Oh, yes, and I know I have made some mistakes, but laugh at me. I can't really change them now, but yeah....refer to the thing I wrote for Diamondtook- Im just gonna attempt to dig myself out the best I can, so bear with me. I am aware NOW that Elves die of broken hearts if they are raped, but im trying to amend for it guys, I didn't realise that when I started. :S.
Kawaii Elf Girl- Woot. Sorry u had to look it up- I added translations at the bottom of this one, but as I said, Gimli would not have known what they were saying so I didn't put it in. And I forgot I had the other stuff *oops* hehe, hope you like this chapter. I made it as long as I could without it running into my next chapter.
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Tried to make this chapter longer, and less big spaces, it's about 10-11 pages long, so hopefully it will start to satisfy you guys :P . Thanks for your support.
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Later that day, Legolas lead Eveaniea to a small section of the trees away from the camp, which was clear enough to be able to see through the scrub. He then paused, and looked around. The small clearing they were in was perfect to teach her how to shoot a bow. He slid both the bows down his arm, and took his, handing the spare one to the female elf, smiling as she looked over it, completely awestruck. He then took an arrow from his quiver, and notched his bow, looking for a target, his sharp eyes picking out a dead tree that was still standing upright, and he loosened the arrow, where it thudded into the wood. In another swift movement, he let another arrow fly, and it struck the first dead centre, splitting the wood clean in half. He watched Eveaniea walk up to it, and examine the wood, then she looked at him goggle eyed, her mouth open in awe.
~"Now you try,"~ he smiled, handing her an arrow, which she took nervously, and looked over carefully, before notching it to the string, and drawing it back. When she let go, it flew, but missed the target by miles. Legolas saw her looking at him sheepishly, he laughed softly, and took another arrow.
~"Here, I will help you,"~ he said, handing it to her. He moved her footing, and her hand, placing his over hers to keep it steady as she put the arrow to the string. Then he stood behind her, and as she notched the arrow to the string, he changed her grip on it, and lowered his head so he could see her line of vison.
~"Right,"~ he moved away from her once he had finished, ~"Let the arrow go,"~ He stood back to watch.
~"Okay,"~ she replied, deep in concentration. She let it go, where it hit the wood next to the one he had shot, and she smiled. The male elf collected a quiver he had also kept with his bow, and approached her, handing it to her.
~"These are yours now,"~ he said gently, helping her strap the quiver on.
~"I can't take these,"~ she protested, ~"They are yours."~
~"Then I gift them to you, I trust you to use them well. I do not wish to hear anymore about it,"~ he said firmly, ~"Now try hit that target again,"~
He saw her nod, and take an arrow, releasing it to hit the dead tree again, and he settled down to watch her practice, every ounce of determination she had was displayed on her face, and she never once missed her target. His smile widened as she hit one of her previous shots, and the arrow split, and he stood up, making a move to retrieve the arrows.
~"That was good, if you have never used a bow before, then you would have to be a natural,"~ he commented, pulling them out one by one.
~"Thank you,"~ she smiled, ~"You are very skilled yourself, I have never seen such a good bowman,"~ she went to help him, taking the arrows he had already pulled out, and stacking them in her quiver. She started to pull some out herself. It was then she heard a noise, and she tensed, but relaxed when she heard muttering.
~"It's Gimli,"~ Legolas hissed, smiling, ~"Follow me,"~
He stood up, leading her silently to a patch of bushes, where he crouched low, not moving. He watched Eveaniea do the same, then he brought his finger to his lips in a gesture to be silent.
~"He needs a little wake up call,"~ he explained quickly, ~"he is looking for us, he thinks we are doing something other than practising shooting,"~ He winked as he notched his bow and when Gimli walked in front of the target, and let it go, right in front of the Dwarf, catching one of his braids, hammering it into the tree. Surprised, the Dwarf flung a small axe made for throwing at the trees. Legolas saw it, and dived at Eveaniea before either of them were hit. He landed on top of her, and looked at the axe that lay embedded in the ground.
~"Master Gimli does not know how to control his shots,"~ he whispered in her ear, then looked up when he heard the dwarf crashing through the bush towards them. Before Legolas could move, Gimli saw them, and a slightly amused smile across his face, half his braid had been cut off. He quickly climbed up, and Eveaniea slid out from under him, not able to look at the Dwarf.
"Well well well," Gimli smirked playfully, "If you wanted some privacy, then all you had to do was ask,"
"We were not doing anything, Master Dwarf," Legolas frowned at Gimli, "I was simply teaching her how to shoot a bow," Gimli looked unconvinced, and rolled his eyes.
"Of course you were," he grinned, "I will leave you to it then," he turned and left, before either of the elves could say anything to stop him. Legolas sighed, and looked awkwardly at Eveaniea, who looked equally as awkward.
~"I am sorry for my friend,"~ Legolas apologized, helping her up, ~"he is not of a subtle personality,"~
~"I do not blame you,"~ she smiled, looking relieved, taking his hand, ~"Maybe we should head back to camp now, before he finds anything else to accuse us of,"~
~"That is a good idea,"~ he agreed, ~"Lets go,"~ he picked up his bow, and his arrows which had fallen from the quiver, and she did the same, carefully shouldering the bow, as he did. When they were ready, they headed back to camp. He was holding her hand, when suddenly he heard something, and tensed, listening carefully. He saw the female elf looking at him curiously, but he ignored her momentarily. The sounds were coming from their camp- it didn't sound good. Her hand slid away from his, and he paced a few steps, pausing once again. He heard steel smash against steel, and he frowned, concerned.
~"What is wrong?"~ Eveaniea asked, looking slightly frightened, her eyes concerned.
~"We are being attacked,"~ he said quietly, ~"Stay here, and hide, I have to help Aragorn and Gimli,"~ he saw her frown,
~"I can help,"~ she protested, but he cut her off.
~"I do not want you to be hurt,"~ he said gently, ~"I will come and find you when it is over," he kissed her quickly, and hugged her.
~"please?"~ he asked desperately.
~"Alright,"~ she said reluctantly, and hugged him back. Then he pulled away, and he left, heading towards the clearing.
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Eveaniea frowned as Legolas left, wanting to follow him, and make sure nothing happened, but she knew what she had seen in the clearing. He was more than capable of taking care of himself. But it didn't stop her from worrying. She climbed up a tree, and edged closer to the clearing, so she could see what was happening, quietly pushing the leaves aside, and peering through. She nearly fell from fright when she saw that more than a dozen men were pouring into the clearing, weapons drawn, and she heard a yell.
"It is them, they attacked us and took the girl slave," she recognised one of the men, and her heart sunk to her feet. Then he was silenced, and she recognized one of Legolas' arrows in his throat, and he fell to the ground with a sickening gurgle. She watched Gimli being attacked by several of them, hacking wildly with his Axe. He seemed to be faring well, knocking them over before felling them. Aragorn was desperately trying to defend himself, after being unable to reason with them. One of them smashed him to the ground, and stood on his throat. Gimli froze when he saw this, being knocked over also, as did Legolas, but as one of the men went to strike him, he deftly blocked them, and remained on his feet, tensed and ready to fight. Then all the men turned to the man standing over Aragorn.
"Where is the she-elf?" he demanded roughly, letting his boot up a little. She saw Aragorn wince, and all of a sudden, she wanted to forfeit herself so they would leave her new friends alone.
"There is no she-elf," Aragorn snarled, trying to push himself up. She saw Legolas lunge to attack the man pinning Aragorn to the ground, before the men around him distracted him once more, grabbing his arms, holding him back, despite his struggles. A knife was drawn to Aragorn and Legolas' throats. Then she decided what she was going to do. Finding a good enough position, she pulled two arrows from her quiver, and paused for a moment. Then she drew an arrow, and deftly shot down one of the men who had a grip on Legolas' arm, and then before anyone could move, she shot the man pinning Aragorn, so he yelped. Both the elf and the man took the chance to get up, and Legolas had cut down a man before the shock could register. Gimli too was up, and back in action, and Eveaniea picked out several men from where she was perched, shooting them down one by one. Then she heard a movement behind her, and she turned. She was horrified to see one of them behind her, and crawled backwards as far as she could. When she reached the end, she jumped the only place there was to go- back on the ground. She found herself in the centre of the fight, and a rough hand grabbed her wrist. Grabbing an arrow, she gripped it tightly, and stabbed him with it, deep in his stomach, then she managed to pull it out, and used the sharp edge to cut his face. He dragged her, clutching his stomach, and she struggled wildly, trying to get away.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, and hacked at him once more, digging the arrow back into him, again and again, until he let her go. Then she ran, trying to hide. She found Aragorn, who looked at her, frowning slightly, but he took a dagger from his belt, and passed it to her.
"Take this, you need to be able to defend yourself," he said quickly, blocking a shot, and his attention was drawn away from her once more. She took it, and hid it a little as a man once again tried to catch her. She managed to duck, and yet again, stabbed wildly at the man, but this time it did more damage, and he groaned, before she stabbed him again. When he fell to the ground, dead, she groaned. Her hands were covered in blood, and she started to cry, feeling sick. More men poured into the clearing, and Legolas cut his way through them to get to her.
~"What are you doing?"~ he asked quietly, looking around, ~"You have to run, go hide, anywhere, we will be okay. I will cover you,"~
she gulped, and wiped the tears from her face, and turned and ran. She was aware of footsteps behind her, but they didn't get far. She was deep in the forest before she realised she was lost, and she curled up behind a mass of rocks and started to cry once more. Then she threw up, feeling sick from her kill. She knew she had passed water somewhere, and she slowly, trembling, climbed down to try find some. She was somewhat happier to see there was some not far from where she stood, and she dropped to her knees, and washed all the blood from her hands and face. Then she took a look around at her surroundings. She couldn't hear any movements from the men- Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn must have taken care of them. She hoped that they were not hurt, or it would be all her fault. Those men were looking for her, and without them to protect her, she would be completely vulnerable to them. She sighed, climbing up the rocks again, hiding behind them, where she could see anything coming, and lay her bow down. They would never find her, she would be left alone in the forest, and she had no idea where to go. She would get lost, and starve to death, as she had no experience in the way of keeping herself alive, she had always been safe in Rivendell, and had someone to look after her. She was alone, all alone, helpless. If the men came back for her, she was dead. There was no way she could contend with their strength, they would take her back, and reclaim her. And there was nothing she could do about it.
Suddenly, the steel of her knife seemed to glitter, and look more friendly to her. She shook her head to clear it, she would not fall that low. There was still hope, at least at the moment. Curling up, Eveaniea decided if the men hadn't come this way by the next morning, she would try to find Legolas and his friends.
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Legolas quickly turned to a man attempting to attack him, and before he could move, the elf had cut his throat in one swift movement. The man fell to the ground, lifeless, and his rugged clothes were soaking up blood. He wondered where all these men were from. Not Gondor, and Rohan had more honour than this. Three of them were going after Eveaniea, and he was slightly panicked, but he forced himself to calm, and drew his bow, deftly shooting each of them down in three quick shots. They all fell, and he turned to look at the fray. There were men everywhere, so he simply kept firing arrows, never missing his target, and taking them all down. He saw one coming up behind Gimli, and, moving, he shot him down too, before Gimli turned and hacked his axe into him.
"Damn elf," he cursed, "I almost had him!" He grinned as he watched the Dwarf charge to the next man, hitting him over the head with the flat of his axe, then landing it in his chest. Then he had problems of his own, someone charging toward him. He impaled the man on the arrow he had in his hand, and pulled it back, kicking him over, and drawing a knife, and cutting his throat. He drew the other knife, putting his bow away, and met another heavy sword blow, knocking it to the side, and sliding the handle of the blade in his palm so it was pointing towards himself, then he slammed his fist into the man's head, rendering him senseless, and cutting his face in one move. He stabbed his other blade into his stomach, and turned to the next. Luckily, there were no more men coming, and he took the chance to look around. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a human beside him, and he went to attack them with his knife, but then he realised it was Aragorn. He quickly tried to deflect his blow, but he still succeeded in leaving a deep gash in the arm of his friend. Lowering his blade, he stepped back, looking at Aragorn.
"Im sorry," he said, feeling bad, "I did not realise......" he was numb for a moment.
"Legolas, it is okay," Aragorn shouted, "Turn around,"
The elf turned around, and he saw a group of men advancing on him, grinning evilly at him. He was cornered, and looked to his friend, to find that the King had problems of his own. All of the seven men jumped him at once, and he thrust his knife forward, killing one, using his other to deflect an attack. He pulled his blade from the stomach of the man, and slashed behind him, hearing a cry of pain. He brought both knives up above his head as one of the men went to hit him from a blow from above, meaning to kill him, and it came down, pushing him down. It took all his strength to keep the man from knocking him to the ground. It was at that moment, he felt a white hot pain from his right side of his lower back, to his shoulder. He weakened slightly, the sword above him forcing him to his knees. He ducked and rolled, only to feel the flat of the sword slam against the side of his face, and a boot hit the base of his neck. His head was slammed forward into a rock, and he lost consciousness, his breathing slowing, almost invisible to them, and he went deathly pale, lying unmoving from where he lay.
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Gimli looked up from his last kill, and saw the men force Legolas to the ground, attacking him even though he was down, and there were many more of them. They obviously had no honour. The Dwarf fumed, snarling. There were no longer any men attacking him, so he went to the aid of his elf friend. Growling and yelling a war cry, he jumped into the fray, knocking the men down left right and centre with his axe, then bringing it down on them. He was furious, aware of the elf laying unconscious behind him, and he wouldn't let them touch him. The last one of them tried to run, and he hit him over the back of his head with the flat of his axe, clawing it into his exposed back. Aragorn came to join him, and looked at the carnage. There were dead men everywhere they could see, and not one had been left alive. Eveaniea too was gone, and Gimli was worried about her. She was all on her own, and some of the men could have escaped, but hopefully she would be alright. They would have to find her soon, or Legolas would kill them both. The male dwarf knew it was obvious of how attached his friend was to the female elf, and he knew that he would be devastated if anything happened to her. He turned, and knelt down next to Legolas, who had not moved from where he lay. A small cut ran up the side of his face, lining a deep bruise that was starting to appear. Aragorn sat beside him, carefully pressing his hand to the back of the elf's neck, sighing with relief.
"It is not broken," his voice was audibly relieved, and Gimli looked at him, puzzled. Aragorn simply moved Legolas onto his back, and ran his hand over his friend's forehead, and over his hair, frowning.
"Will he be okay?" Gimli asked quietly, seeing Legolas had still not stirred. Aragorn looked defeated.
"I do not know," he stated simply, "Legolas has hit his head hard, I don't know if he will awaken."
Gimli looked at the ground, not able to speak at the news. He could not see the elf breathing, and he was more pale than ever.
"He will be alright," Gimli said forcefully, "We have to find Eveaniea, before anyone else does. He has to come with us," the dwarf saw Aragorn shake his head slightly, but the human smiled, and got to his feet.
"Of course," he said, "He will not pass up that responsibility, stay here with him. I am going to see if any of our supplies have survived, then we must get away from here, and fast, before anyone else comes,"
Gimli sat beside the fallen elf, carefully checking his friend for more injuries, finding only cuts and bruises, and sighing in relief. He turned him over, and to his dismay he saw a long cut, which was still bleeding slightly, and had soaked half his tunic in blood. At least it wasn't worse, Gimli thought to himself sadly, but he had never seen Legolas hurt, ever. The worst he had ever suffered was small cuts, and the odd bruise, but they had healed so fast he had almost missed them entirely. This was the first time he had seen the elf -any elf- unconscious, and it scared him. Aragorn too. Gimli knew the human was distressed at the state they had found their friend in, and that made him worse.
When Aragorn came back, holding his rumpled looking pack, he saw the deep wound down the elf's back, and wordlessly dropped to his knees, his face growing concerned.
"Gimli, we have to get out of here," he said urgently, "we will need to carry him, and get somewhere sheltered." The human stood up, leaving Gimli sitting.
"Take your pack and the bedding, we will need it, I fear, but if there is anything you don't need, then leave it here. We cannot afford to be more weighed down than we are at the moment,"
Nodding, Gimli got to his feet, and went to collect both his and Legolas' pack. It was then that he heard the familiar sound of hooves, and the snorting of a horse, not a memory that he cherished, but he went to see what it was all the same, and was surprised when he stumbled upon an animal that was tethered to a tree, rearing and plunging, trying to rid itself of it's bonds. It had ropes hanging round it's back legs, and was in danger of getting tangled in them. At it's feet lay packs of supplies, and he immediately realised it was a pack horse from the men who had attacked them, and that they could let Legolas rest upon it's back. The only problem was that it was still struggling, and as he got near, it lashed out at him roughly, making him fall over. He grumbled, wondering exactly how he was to get near to the beast. Of course he could get Aragorn to calm it, but then he was risking the animal tangling and getting in worse condition than he already was. His mind trailed back over everything he had learnt about a horse, and then he pinpointed something from his memory, and hesitantly spoke up.
"Lle anta amin tu, mellon?" he said in his gruff voice, hoping his words would have some effect on the scared animal. It was something he had remembered Legolas saying when he had calmed a wounded horse after a fight, and although he barely knew a word of elvish, he knew that it meant something along the lines of 'can I be of help, friend', but he was not entirely sure on it. It seemed to work, as the animal lowered to all fours, still rolling it's eyes wildly, and snorting deep breaths, and he got a little closer, touching it's nose. It jumped back, and he frowned, searching his memory for another phrase that might help him.
"Tula sinome'," he commanded lightly, reaching out for the horse's nose once more, and this time the animal stayed still, and he got a good look at it.
"Vanimle sila tiri," he continued, and stroked the animal's neck, quickly hacking the ropes of the now calmed horse, and he gingerly led it forward, leading it toward the camp. When he saw Aragorn trying to carry Legolas properly on his back, the human looked at him with wide eyes.
"Gimli where did you find a horse?!" he asked, lowering Legolas to the ground once more, and looking at the horse. In the light, the pair could see that is was a dapple gray, with a rather dirty, but what looked to be a flowing mane and tail. It looked a lot happier, sensing it was in better company, and it arched it's head and pranced around a little, pausing to sniff Aragorn, inhaling the scent of the human. Gimli laughed as the horse rubbed it's head against his friend, and then dropped it's head to the limp figure behind him, delicately nosing the elf, burying it's muzzle down between his shoulder and jaw, then pulling away and snorting. Gimli laughed, and Aragorn smiled.
"It is a mare," he said, and Gimli raised an eyebrow, looking slightly confused.
"A girl? A woman?" he asked, and Aragorn turned his back on him, resting his weight across the horse's back, to make sure it would not buck when it had weight on it's back. While Gimli knew he would entrust Legolas with any horse, and not stop him from riding anything, no matter how wild it was, when he was not conscious, unable to keep a hold, he did not have the same confidence that the elf's presence alone would calm the animal.
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Aragorn slid his weight down off the mare's back, and knelt down to Legolas, carefully picking him up, trying to take all his weight. The horse turned her head, and roughly nudged Aragorn, then dropped slowly to her knees, and then to her side. Surprised, the man carefully slid the unconscious elf onto the back of the mare, and rubbed her neck, moving away so she could get up. Both he and Gimli watched in awe when the horse got to her feet, very carefully, shifting her weight to keep the elf from falling off. He stepped forward to steady his friend, and the mare snaked her head around, swinging her back legs, and grabbing the fabric of Legolas' shirt, pulling him up a little, then she slowly shifted forwards, without being led, looking back expectantly at Aragorn and Gimli.
"Well, I suggest we go then," Aragorn smiled, and he was amused that Gimli was smiling as well, he did not entirely think that the Dwarf would be amused at being led by a horse.
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Eveaniea curled up, exhausted from fear, and tiredly rocked herself back and fourth, completely hidden, next to a spring. It had been two days since the men had attacked. A straggler had come through looking for her, and she had killed him, but the memory of him scared her, and she had moved on to somewhere else. She had been planning to go back to try and find her friends, even though she had been lost, but in yet another flight, she had no idea where she was. She trembled uncontrollably, freezing cold, although she didn't know why, she was an elf, cold did not usually bother her. Tears slid down her cheeks. She would most certainly die here, she was so lonely, and so desperately wanted company. Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli had probably gone. She knew that they needed to get to Rivendell, but she felt infinitely sad at the thought of being left alone. She could no longer see through the water that flooded her eyes and blurred her vision, and she wiped it away with her sleeve, then she rested against a rock. She looked down at the beautiful shirt she was wearing, and smiled. She toyed with the silver cord, and took the bow she had been given, holding it close to her. It was the only memoir of Legolas she had, apart from the clothes she wore, and she would keep it with her as long as she lived. Yet another sadness welled up inside her, and she felt more tired, more like going to sleep. She groaned weakly. She knew she was dying, and she knew why. She could not understand why she had lasted in the company of the men so long, and she had been waiting so long for that feeling of complete emptiness, sadness, and bleakness. The feeling of having no hope anymore, not willing to live. She knew she was broken, there was no doubt about it. In the company she had been with only two days previous, she had forgotten that feeling, it had been overwhelmed by the three beings, the elf, the man and the dwarf, who had been so kind to her. It made her heart lurch, and she felt the pain more than ever, like a knife tearing harshly though her heart. She blinked in submission, knowing at long last she was dying the death she had wished- to die of a broken heart. Only this time she did not feel the relief that such a death would cause- the release from her torture, but she wished with all her soul that she would survive to see Legolas once more.
And with that last thought, it lifted her trampled spirits just a little, and she gave into hope just for the moment.
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Legolas groaned weakly as he felt everything in his world fade away, being slowly replaced by throbbing pain in his head, spreading through his body, until he was fully aware of his consciousness once more, somewhat grudgingly. He did not open his eyes, rather relaxing in the calming black that he was swimming in. He felt the pain edge away, until it was only a dull throb in his head, along the side of his face, and a searing pain flaring up his back, as if electricity was speeding from end to end of the wound. As he finally forced his eyes open, he looked blankly up at the sky. It was night time, and he could see the stars through the thinning trees, sparkling in the sky. He watched them for a long time, until he heard a muffled voice. The next thing he saw was a Dwarf leaning over him, moving his hand in front of his eyes, back and fourth. His eyes followed it lazily, somewhat blurring. Then it registered. Gimli, Aragorn. Eveaniea. Eveaniea- he couldn't wait to see her again, and hoped she had been spared, unharmed. Forcing himself to sit, he shook his head, and his hearing returned, and his sight stabilized. He saw Aragorn hurry to him.
"Eveaniea, where is she?" he asked, his voice wavering, and he steadied himself, looking down to see he was wearing a new tunic.
"Legolas, she is not here, she ran into the forest, where, I do not know," he said slowly, "We did not mange to find her, you were hurt."
The male elf got up to his feet somewhat shakily, and Aragorn rose, to make sure he didn't fall. Legolas was panicked now. So she was not safe. Anything could have happened to her. Anyone could have found her.
"We must find her," he demanded, "Where is my bow, and my quiver, she cannot stay outside alone, especially at night, it is not safe," He looked for it, and Gimli came up, holding it firmly.
"Legolas, you must be reasonable, you have been unconscious for three, nearly four days. You need rest," The Dwarf said, looking concerned. Legolas' eyes widened, in both anger and surprise, and he pushed past the two of them.
"I do not need rest," he said, looking back at them, "I have to find her, before someone more sinister does," he shot a pleading look at them, and saw Gimli sigh.
"Alright, crazy elf," he gave in, "I am with you on this one, just try this time to not get hurt," he smiled, and handed over the elvish bow to his friend, then hugging him so tightly that he nearly suffocated. Legolas groaned inwardly, feeling slightly lightheaded, but he knew Gimli was merely concerned with his well being. He hugged him back, and then looked to Aragorn, to see what the human thought.
"Very well," Aragorn said reluctantly, "We will go and find her now,"
Legolas felt his spirits rise, and Aragorn stepped over, pulling him into another hug, but not as brutal as the Dwarf's had been moments before. When he drew back, Legolas watched the human study him carefully.
"We thought we would lose you," he said, a hint of sadness in his voice, "When you did not wake, we were starting to think the worst. But it seems yet again, you elves surprise me," he smiled.
"Tell me if you tire,"
"Very well," Legolas smiled "I will tell you, but not a moment before," He belted his quiver in place, and Gimli handed him his belt, which he slid round his waist, and clipped it in place. Aragorn handed him his twin blades, and he slid them back into their sheaths, then he took his cloak, and pinned it on also.
"Now we have a friend for you to meet," he saw Aragorn smile slightly, "You will like it," he whistled, and Legolas saw a beautiful dapple gray mare trot up, her long silvery mane gleaming in the moonlight, and her glossy coat shining. She pranced up to him, thrusting her nose against his chest, nudging him all over. He ran his hand up her face in awe, brushing back her mane, and looking at her eyes. Then he shifted his hand, and caressed behind her ears, before looking her over.
"Lle naa vanima," he murmured, rubbing her neck, looking to Gimli and Aragorn.
"Where did you find her?" he asked, "She is a beautiful animal,"
"Gimli freed her. She was trapped," Aragorn explained, and Legolas looked at the Dwarf, surprised.
"You caught her?" he asked, looking back to the mare. He could just see little rope burns on her body, and ran gentle hands over them.
"That I did, Master Elf," Gimli smiled, "I gift her to you, as I did not hear you say you had replaced your last horse that had died after an attack by spiders,"
"I never did," he murmured, "She is perfect, my father will be envious," he patted her neck, and lightly swung up on her back. She did not flinch, but sat there beneath him placidly, yet he knew if he asked it of her, that she would turn into the most vicious animal, and strike out at anything he asked of her.
"I will call her Ita'istar, , " he said, smiling at Gimli, who looked confused, "It means Illusionist, for she is by far the most beautiful animal I have seen, in honour of my Dwarf friend,"
"Then I am honoured,"Gimli replied, "But I think we should try to find your lass now,"
"Off we go then," Aragorn said, and Legolas nodded, sliding off Ita'istar's back, and grabbing his pack. The trio set off at a run through the dark of the night.
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Translations:
Tula sinome'- Come here
Vanimle sila tiri- Your beauty shines bright
Lle naa vanima- You are beautiful
I think that just about does it....not sure. Any others I have missed email me red_tabby_tigress@hotmail.com
The other ones I explained afterwards somewhere.
Anyways, keep R/Ring! And thanks once again!! :D
~RTT