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next time. Chapter 4! ****
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Gimli stared at Legolas. He stared at the dagger in Legolas's hand. Sam stepped in front of Frodo protectively, and both Merry and Pippin took a step back, in unison.
"Well?" Legolas snarled. No one spoke. "Pick up your belongings. Now."
Gimli looked around for his axe. His eyes finally rested on it when he saw it a couple inches away from Legolas's foot. Could he reach it? No. Could he make a dive for it? No. What to do, then? Legolas watched Gimli's gaze and saw what he was eyeing. Sporting a small smirk, he lifted his foot and rested it on the hilt of the weapon.
No one moved. All was silent for a moment. "Now!" Legolas snapped, a new fire in his eyes.
Frodo hesitated a moment, but he eventually started to pack things. Sam glared at the elf and settled his pack on his shoulders. Merry and Pippin started to gather their things, nervous... and hungry--- or at least Pippin was.
Gimli did not move. He was very angry at elves by now. Naturally, as many already know, dwarves were the rivals of elves, but now, now he was intense.
"Dwarf, move or I shall laugh as your blood drips onto the grass," Legolas said. His plan wasn't working perfectly. That made him mad. In fact, in made him furious. And he would not hesitate in slitting this worthless dwarf's throat to get his way.
Although it was a serious dent to his pride, Gimli felt that the hobbits would need him. So, he picked up his light pack, his helm, and stared once again at his axe.
"I shall carry this, *Master* Dwarf," Legolas said mockingly, rooting his foot under the blade of the axe and kicking it up. Gracefully, he caught it by its hilt in the air. Twirling the heavy axe in his hands, he took a step back and retrieved his bow.
Pippin sniffed. Legolas had always seemed so calm, so restful. But he had never seen this side of the elf. He realized that both sides evened each other out... he wanted the old Legolas back... but how? They were now walking away from Aggressive Legolas's counterpart... and the men. What would they do without Strider and Boromir?
"You get ahead of me," Said Legolas. "I will stay behind you. If anyone feels doubtful of my suspiciouns, my blade will consult you rather than my voice. Understand?"
No one answered. They formed a small group, Frodo and Sam next to Merry and Pippin. Gimli went in front in order to guard the halflings.
"Merry, what is he doing?" Pippin asked his best friend, frightened.
"I don't know, Pippin," Merry said, frightened himself. "I wish I knew."
The group began walking again, under the stars and moon. The wind was quite crisp and cold on their faces, but Legolas would not let them stop.
Legolas, as they walked, began to have thoughts in his mind as he watched the eaves of the wood grow closer in the moonlight. He was leading them to Lothlorien of course, but Legolas was beginning to see a flaw in his perfect plan.
He hadn't wanted the Fellowship to think that he was doing what he was planning right away. He wanted Frodo to trust him more. He also didn't want Gimli and the other foolish hobbits to interfere. That's why he hadn't just gone ahead and done it yet. But he, Legolas himself, had ruined it, hadn't he?
The elves of the Golden Wood would ask questions. And, Legolas suddenly realized, Galadriel would know what Legolas was planning.
He was suddenly frightened. How was he supposed to take the Ring with Galadriel about?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn and Boromir were nearly at the camp by now. They were tiring, but the will to solve the puzzle kept them going.
The sun would not rise for hours yet, which did not help them in finding the camp again. Or---but little did they know--- what was left of the camp.
Boromir trampled some lacy white flowers as he struggled to keep up with a determined Aragorn. The grass was rather springy, so his lack of grace and light footfall did not ruin those plants at least.
"The camp should be right up here!" Aragorn said. "Over this last hill. I recognize it."
'At least one of us does, then,' thought Boromir.
Aragorn, who was several yards ahead of Boromir, trotted up the hill and once at the top stopped dead.
The ranger turned around. Boromir slowed as he saw the expression on Aragorn's face. "They are gone."
"What?!" Boromir said.
"They left. All of them. They are gone," Aragorn clenched his fist on the hilt of his sword.
"No," Boromir didn't believe it. "No." He didn't want to believe it.
Boromir began to walk up the hill for himself, and Aragorn turned back toward the campsite.
"Legolas," Aragorn said the one word with regret and distaste.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"He's light," Biknah observed. The elf hadn't awoken yet. They had marched for two or three leagues since the encounter, and Biknah was rather relieved that he didn't weigh much.
"Who cares?" Snarled Hifuk, marching beside him. "There's something too elvish about him... Don't like it much."
The orc beside Hifuk, one that Biknah didn't recognize, slapped Hifuk across the head. "No jest! He's an elf! He must be too elvish!"
"Don't hit me!"
"I can hit you if I want!"
"Who says?"
"I says!"
"Filth! Your opinion is worth nothing, maggot!"
Biknah ignored them as they drew swords. It was actually very impressive, being able to march *and* try to mutilate one another.
Eventually, Hifuk's rival fell to the ground, a sword in his neck. Hifuk pulled it out, not at all trying to be clean about it. As he whipped it out of the dead body, warm blood splattered Biknah and the surrounding orcs.
His matter of cleaning the sword wasn't much better either. Biknah watched him lick it clean.
"Where are we going?" Hifuk asked.
"Don't ask me," Biknah. "I just carry the filthy elves."
"I 'ear 'e're going 'oward 'ore 'lves," Said Kafbur, a nearly toothless orc.
"More elves? You think this one was a spy, maybe?" Hifuk growled. "Don't like spies much." He glared at the elf on Biknah's shoulder.
"I've never seen an elf give up before. Wonder what's wrong with this 'un," He replied. "Don't think he's a spy."
Hifuk shrugged his long arms, fiddling with his sword. "When will he wake up, do you think?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"I don't know, Biknah, maggot," Hifuk fiddled with his sword some more, wishing he had a good elf to cleave. And the nearest one in sight didn't belong to him, unfortunately. "Wake him up, will you?"
"I don't want to carry a struggling elf! Why don't you carry 'im then!" Bifuk hissed nastily.
"D'you want me to gut you too?" Hifuk shouted.
"There'll be no guttin' tonight, unless it be me guttin' you, Hifuk," Snarled a voice. Biknah and Hifuk looked up to notice Grishkur, the leader that Legolas had noticed leading the entire company.
"We're going to stop at dawn," Grishkur snarled. "For a rest. The sun'll slow us down at dawn, but scouts say that there is a storm coming; there'll be nothing at noon to stop us. When we get to the site, tie the elf to the tree. You and you," He pointed at Hifuk and Biknah, "guard 'im."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas walked through a mist. He was in Mirkwood... what a relief it was to be back home! He ran through the trees and saw his father, Thranduil, mounted on his horse. A dark bird whistled a tune in the boughs of a tall, dark birch tree.
"Ada! I am home!" Legolas shouted gleefully.
"No, you are not home, Legolas," Thranduil said, scolding him in a way.
"I am right here, am I not? And this is Mirkwood, is it not?" Legolas whispered, not understanding. "I am right here!" He tapped his chest. Only, when his finger made contact, he was not a solid elf. His finger tapped on nothingness.
"AH!" Legolas yelped. He looked at his hand. It was not real! It couldn't be! It was blurry, gray. He could see right through it. He waved it. He could not feel the air going through it.
He went up to his father's horse and tried to touch it. The horse did not respond to the touch, and Legolas's finger went right through the beast's body.
"What is happening to me, Ada?" Legolas looked up at his blankly staring father.
"You are not Legolas. You are half of him. You will never survive without him. You must find him," His voice faded with every word.
"Ada, how?" Legolas whispered. "How?"
"You..." His father suddenly turned on his horse and pulled out his bow, which seemingly came out of nowhere. He turned around and around until suddenly an arrow that did not belong to him, but to some unknown source, shot out of the mist.
"Ada!" The arrow pierced his father's chest with a sickening thud and squish. Blood spewed out of the wound.
"ADA!" His father fell to the forest floor.
Nice Leoglas woke up. "ADA!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He was sitting in a pile of weapons. That was odd. Where was he? Aggressive Legolas sat up, looking around.
He was sitting on a cliff edge. How had he gotten here? He tried to look into the distance, but even his eyes couldn't pierce the mist that was engulfing him.
"Hello?" He shouted angrily. Legolas was getting very angry. He didn't like not being able to see where he was. In fact, he didn't like sitting on a cliff edge in the first place.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, he looked up. What he saw angered him also. The "nice" side of Legolas was sitting right above him, on a cliff edge maybe only a few yards up. He was wearing a white robe and a silver circlet upon his brow.
"What are you doing here?!" Legolas shouted angrily. He thought he had lost that addled weakling!
"I belong here," He replied, looking down on him. He was not sitting on a pile of weapons like Aggressive Legolas was. He did not even seem to be really sitting. The rock and he looked as one. He was among leaves, growing things, trees, nature. In the mist above the greenery-covered rock were little white, sparkling dots. Stars.
"Our paths float further and further apart," Said Nice Legolas. "Without each other one will perish. It might be me. It might be you. This was not meant to happen."
Aggressive Legolas stood and stared. "Perish? Who will perish?"
Nice Legolas did not speak. Instead, he jumped from his ledge to Aggressive Legolas's ledge, onto the pile of weapons. He picked a scimitar up from the iron mass.
"I am not meant to hold this," He said, staring at it.
"Anyone can hold that," Snarled Legolas back at his counterpart.
Nice Legolas stared at the weapon. Then he tightened his hands on the hilt of the scimitar and thrust it outward, toward Legolas. The blade sunk into Aggressive Legolas's chest. Blood began to surface, pain began to blossom.
"What did you do that for?" Legolas gasped, wrenching the blade from his chest. "I will kill you!"
"Everything will die first. If you kill me," Legolas pointed above him, to the ledge he had been sitting on. "If you kill me, everything will die. If I kill you, everything will die. Yet one of us will."
Aggressive Legolas looked to wear the pathetic creature was pointing, clutching his chest, ignoring the intense pain. All of the greenery was rotting. The trees withered, the grass browned, the stars stopped twinkling.
"Why did you stab me then," Legolas asked, ready to strangle the elf. "If everything will die?"
"Who will live?" Nice Legolas stared into his eyes. "Will I live, and you die? Will you live and I die? Either way, the result will destroy everything. This was not meant to happen."
"What do I do?" Legolas said. He cared not for Nice Legolas. He wanted to live. He stared at the blood pouring from his chest.
"What do I do?" Legolas asked again. But he was no longer on the cliff.
He snapped his head up. That was a strange dream. He looked at his chest for evidence of blood. There was none.
Strange. He could feel the pain still, faintly. Stupid dream. He looked around the campsite. They had made it to Lothlorien and had made camp.
Legolas, being an elf, would have normally been able to watch for rebelling while asleep, but this dream was not normal. He knew that.
The hobbits and Gimli were asleep. He sat up a bit on the tree trunk he rested on.
Tomorrow he would leave these pathetic creatures. But before that, he would take a parting gift.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
End of Chapter 4! I hope you enjoyed!!!! The dreams will come clear next chapter! Please review!
By the way, my spring break just started, so the chapters will be coming earlier, most likely. Maybe even twice in one day if I can manage it sometime. Review please! *********
Gimli stared at Legolas. He stared at the dagger in Legolas's hand. Sam stepped in front of Frodo protectively, and both Merry and Pippin took a step back, in unison.
"Well?" Legolas snarled. No one spoke. "Pick up your belongings. Now."
Gimli looked around for his axe. His eyes finally rested on it when he saw it a couple inches away from Legolas's foot. Could he reach it? No. Could he make a dive for it? No. What to do, then? Legolas watched Gimli's gaze and saw what he was eyeing. Sporting a small smirk, he lifted his foot and rested it on the hilt of the weapon.
No one moved. All was silent for a moment. "Now!" Legolas snapped, a new fire in his eyes.
Frodo hesitated a moment, but he eventually started to pack things. Sam glared at the elf and settled his pack on his shoulders. Merry and Pippin started to gather their things, nervous... and hungry--- or at least Pippin was.
Gimli did not move. He was very angry at elves by now. Naturally, as many already know, dwarves were the rivals of elves, but now, now he was intense.
"Dwarf, move or I shall laugh as your blood drips onto the grass," Legolas said. His plan wasn't working perfectly. That made him mad. In fact, in made him furious. And he would not hesitate in slitting this worthless dwarf's throat to get his way.
Although it was a serious dent to his pride, Gimli felt that the hobbits would need him. So, he picked up his light pack, his helm, and stared once again at his axe.
"I shall carry this, *Master* Dwarf," Legolas said mockingly, rooting his foot under the blade of the axe and kicking it up. Gracefully, he caught it by its hilt in the air. Twirling the heavy axe in his hands, he took a step back and retrieved his bow.
Pippin sniffed. Legolas had always seemed so calm, so restful. But he had never seen this side of the elf. He realized that both sides evened each other out... he wanted the old Legolas back... but how? They were now walking away from Aggressive Legolas's counterpart... and the men. What would they do without Strider and Boromir?
"You get ahead of me," Said Legolas. "I will stay behind you. If anyone feels doubtful of my suspiciouns, my blade will consult you rather than my voice. Understand?"
No one answered. They formed a small group, Frodo and Sam next to Merry and Pippin. Gimli went in front in order to guard the halflings.
"Merry, what is he doing?" Pippin asked his best friend, frightened.
"I don't know, Pippin," Merry said, frightened himself. "I wish I knew."
The group began walking again, under the stars and moon. The wind was quite crisp and cold on their faces, but Legolas would not let them stop.
Legolas, as they walked, began to have thoughts in his mind as he watched the eaves of the wood grow closer in the moonlight. He was leading them to Lothlorien of course, but Legolas was beginning to see a flaw in his perfect plan.
He hadn't wanted the Fellowship to think that he was doing what he was planning right away. He wanted Frodo to trust him more. He also didn't want Gimli and the other foolish hobbits to interfere. That's why he hadn't just gone ahead and done it yet. But he, Legolas himself, had ruined it, hadn't he?
The elves of the Golden Wood would ask questions. And, Legolas suddenly realized, Galadriel would know what Legolas was planning.
He was suddenly frightened. How was he supposed to take the Ring with Galadriel about?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn and Boromir were nearly at the camp by now. They were tiring, but the will to solve the puzzle kept them going.
The sun would not rise for hours yet, which did not help them in finding the camp again. Or---but little did they know--- what was left of the camp.
Boromir trampled some lacy white flowers as he struggled to keep up with a determined Aragorn. The grass was rather springy, so his lack of grace and light footfall did not ruin those plants at least.
"The camp should be right up here!" Aragorn said. "Over this last hill. I recognize it."
'At least one of us does, then,' thought Boromir.
Aragorn, who was several yards ahead of Boromir, trotted up the hill and once at the top stopped dead.
The ranger turned around. Boromir slowed as he saw the expression on Aragorn's face. "They are gone."
"What?!" Boromir said.
"They left. All of them. They are gone," Aragorn clenched his fist on the hilt of his sword.
"No," Boromir didn't believe it. "No." He didn't want to believe it.
Boromir began to walk up the hill for himself, and Aragorn turned back toward the campsite.
"Legolas," Aragorn said the one word with regret and distaste.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"He's light," Biknah observed. The elf hadn't awoken yet. They had marched for two or three leagues since the encounter, and Biknah was rather relieved that he didn't weigh much.
"Who cares?" Snarled Hifuk, marching beside him. "There's something too elvish about him... Don't like it much."
The orc beside Hifuk, one that Biknah didn't recognize, slapped Hifuk across the head. "No jest! He's an elf! He must be too elvish!"
"Don't hit me!"
"I can hit you if I want!"
"Who says?"
"I says!"
"Filth! Your opinion is worth nothing, maggot!"
Biknah ignored them as they drew swords. It was actually very impressive, being able to march *and* try to mutilate one another.
Eventually, Hifuk's rival fell to the ground, a sword in his neck. Hifuk pulled it out, not at all trying to be clean about it. As he whipped it out of the dead body, warm blood splattered Biknah and the surrounding orcs.
His matter of cleaning the sword wasn't much better either. Biknah watched him lick it clean.
"Where are we going?" Hifuk asked.
"Don't ask me," Biknah. "I just carry the filthy elves."
"I 'ear 'e're going 'oward 'ore 'lves," Said Kafbur, a nearly toothless orc.
"More elves? You think this one was a spy, maybe?" Hifuk growled. "Don't like spies much." He glared at the elf on Biknah's shoulder.
"I've never seen an elf give up before. Wonder what's wrong with this 'un," He replied. "Don't think he's a spy."
Hifuk shrugged his long arms, fiddling with his sword. "When will he wake up, do you think?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"I don't know, Biknah, maggot," Hifuk fiddled with his sword some more, wishing he had a good elf to cleave. And the nearest one in sight didn't belong to him, unfortunately. "Wake him up, will you?"
"I don't want to carry a struggling elf! Why don't you carry 'im then!" Bifuk hissed nastily.
"D'you want me to gut you too?" Hifuk shouted.
"There'll be no guttin' tonight, unless it be me guttin' you, Hifuk," Snarled a voice. Biknah and Hifuk looked up to notice Grishkur, the leader that Legolas had noticed leading the entire company.
"We're going to stop at dawn," Grishkur snarled. "For a rest. The sun'll slow us down at dawn, but scouts say that there is a storm coming; there'll be nothing at noon to stop us. When we get to the site, tie the elf to the tree. You and you," He pointed at Hifuk and Biknah, "guard 'im."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas walked through a mist. He was in Mirkwood... what a relief it was to be back home! He ran through the trees and saw his father, Thranduil, mounted on his horse. A dark bird whistled a tune in the boughs of a tall, dark birch tree.
"Ada! I am home!" Legolas shouted gleefully.
"No, you are not home, Legolas," Thranduil said, scolding him in a way.
"I am right here, am I not? And this is Mirkwood, is it not?" Legolas whispered, not understanding. "I am right here!" He tapped his chest. Only, when his finger made contact, he was not a solid elf. His finger tapped on nothingness.
"AH!" Legolas yelped. He looked at his hand. It was not real! It couldn't be! It was blurry, gray. He could see right through it. He waved it. He could not feel the air going through it.
He went up to his father's horse and tried to touch it. The horse did not respond to the touch, and Legolas's finger went right through the beast's body.
"What is happening to me, Ada?" Legolas looked up at his blankly staring father.
"You are not Legolas. You are half of him. You will never survive without him. You must find him," His voice faded with every word.
"Ada, how?" Legolas whispered. "How?"
"You..." His father suddenly turned on his horse and pulled out his bow, which seemingly came out of nowhere. He turned around and around until suddenly an arrow that did not belong to him, but to some unknown source, shot out of the mist.
"Ada!" The arrow pierced his father's chest with a sickening thud and squish. Blood spewed out of the wound.
"ADA!" His father fell to the forest floor.
Nice Leoglas woke up. "ADA!"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He was sitting in a pile of weapons. That was odd. Where was he? Aggressive Legolas sat up, looking around.
He was sitting on a cliff edge. How had he gotten here? He tried to look into the distance, but even his eyes couldn't pierce the mist that was engulfing him.
"Hello?" He shouted angrily. Legolas was getting very angry. He didn't like not being able to see where he was. In fact, he didn't like sitting on a cliff edge in the first place.
Suddenly, for some unknown reason, he looked up. What he saw angered him also. The "nice" side of Legolas was sitting right above him, on a cliff edge maybe only a few yards up. He was wearing a white robe and a silver circlet upon his brow.
"What are you doing here?!" Legolas shouted angrily. He thought he had lost that addled weakling!
"I belong here," He replied, looking down on him. He was not sitting on a pile of weapons like Aggressive Legolas was. He did not even seem to be really sitting. The rock and he looked as one. He was among leaves, growing things, trees, nature. In the mist above the greenery-covered rock were little white, sparkling dots. Stars.
"Our paths float further and further apart," Said Nice Legolas. "Without each other one will perish. It might be me. It might be you. This was not meant to happen."
Aggressive Legolas stood and stared. "Perish? Who will perish?"
Nice Legolas did not speak. Instead, he jumped from his ledge to Aggressive Legolas's ledge, onto the pile of weapons. He picked a scimitar up from the iron mass.
"I am not meant to hold this," He said, staring at it.
"Anyone can hold that," Snarled Legolas back at his counterpart.
Nice Legolas stared at the weapon. Then he tightened his hands on the hilt of the scimitar and thrust it outward, toward Legolas. The blade sunk into Aggressive Legolas's chest. Blood began to surface, pain began to blossom.
"What did you do that for?" Legolas gasped, wrenching the blade from his chest. "I will kill you!"
"Everything will die first. If you kill me," Legolas pointed above him, to the ledge he had been sitting on. "If you kill me, everything will die. If I kill you, everything will die. Yet one of us will."
Aggressive Legolas looked to wear the pathetic creature was pointing, clutching his chest, ignoring the intense pain. All of the greenery was rotting. The trees withered, the grass browned, the stars stopped twinkling.
"Why did you stab me then," Legolas asked, ready to strangle the elf. "If everything will die?"
"Who will live?" Nice Legolas stared into his eyes. "Will I live, and you die? Will you live and I die? Either way, the result will destroy everything. This was not meant to happen."
"What do I do?" Legolas said. He cared not for Nice Legolas. He wanted to live. He stared at the blood pouring from his chest.
"What do I do?" Legolas asked again. But he was no longer on the cliff.
He snapped his head up. That was a strange dream. He looked at his chest for evidence of blood. There was none.
Strange. He could feel the pain still, faintly. Stupid dream. He looked around the campsite. They had made it to Lothlorien and had made camp.
Legolas, being an elf, would have normally been able to watch for rebelling while asleep, but this dream was not normal. He knew that.
The hobbits and Gimli were asleep. He sat up a bit on the tree trunk he rested on.
Tomorrow he would leave these pathetic creatures. But before that, he would take a parting gift.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
End of Chapter 4! I hope you enjoyed!!!! The dreams will come clear next chapter! Please review!