Chapter 6 is here! Uh, for some reason the program cut of my replies to
reviews or something, 'cause I am sure that I saved it. Oh well, I'll do it
again this time. This chapter has angst in it... so ye be warned. I'll try my
hardest to make it not suck. ****
Hifuk approached with his long sword. It was an oddly shaped sword, really, but obviously made to cause... pain. It was long and broad with a sudden right angle at the top.
As a reflex, Legolas shouted out, struggling at his bonds, slipping in and out of his native language. Was anyone near enough to even hear his cries? "Help! Stay back, filthy yrch! Baw!" He looked around wildly. Couldn't anyone hear him? *Yrch: Orc *Baw: Don't!; No, Don't!
Suddenly, he had a sword pressed against his neck. "Not another word," Hifuk snarled. Legolas looked fearfully into Hifuk's disgusting face. He turned away from Hifuk's repulsive features and looked at his sword. There was dried blood still on the sword, by the hilt where Hifuk hadn't licked it clean.
The woodelf was very afraid of what this orc would do to him. Would Biknah return in time to help? Or would he merely join in on the "fun"? He was snapped out of his thoughts by a sudden pain. He could feel warm blood trickling down his neck. His blood.
"Ah!" Legolas winced; it hurt to speak. The sword dug a bit deeper into his neck before Hifuk pulled back. The weapon quickly met flesh again as it dug a bit into the elf's arm.
It was very sick, how Hifuk smiled at any sign of discomfort. He smiled like the world had turned into his own personal utopia, and he was the only one in it. Legolas gave him a disgusted face.
Blood began to surface on his arm as the sword was pulled out. Tears began to run down Legolas's face. "Daro. Saes, daro. Daro!" Nice Legolas had no pain resistance in him. Aggressive Legolas could ignore most pain. Nice Legolas could not. *Daro: Stop, halt. *Saes: Please.
With tears blocking his vision, he couldn't see the next place Hifuk's sword was heading to. But, with a huge blast of pain, he soon found out that metal was digging into his leg. "Daro!" Legolas moaned. He would lose his control soon, he would start screaming. But screaming would not help, even he knew that. If anything, it would fuel the foul monster.
The blade left his right leg suddenly. "What are you doing?!" Biknah had come back. "The prisoner was not to be touched!"
Legolas sobbed loudly. He could hear a blade coming out of its sheath. "Come, Biknah, I just wanted a little fun! Besides, you could not deem victorious in a battle against *me*!"
Legolas didn't hear the next words. His thoughts were fleeing elsewhere. He welcomed the comfort of blackness, anything to take him away from Hifuk's version of utopia, Legolas's version of hell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Haldir lay in a puddle of dark red blood. Legolas breathed heavily, his hair a mess of gold. The elf had fought hard and long with him, after realizing Aggressive Legolas's true intent. Gimli had tried to help Haldir, though he did not favor fighting with an elf. The dwarf had fallen unconscious moments into the battle, a result of Legolas's blinding rage.
They had done a bit of damage, however. Legolas bow lay snapped in a corner, his quiver sliced like bread. He glanced over to his beloved Mirkwood shortbow, feeling only anger over regret at the loss of his weapon.
Legolas checked Haldir's pulse. He would live. A wound in his shoulder had quickly taken its toll on the Lorien warrior, knocking him into a healing sleep. The hobbits sat in a corner of the talan, shivering with fright.
The elf suddenly smiled, turning to Frodo with a gleam in his eye. "Give it to me, halfling." Frodo's mouth dropped open in horror. The hobbit shook his head.
"No, no, you can't have it," He said, stuttering and clutching the Ring on its chain. Legolas sighed and turned his knife to him.
"Leave him alone!" Said Sam. He stepped in front of his master. Merry and Pippin gave each other weary glances and followed suit. The two cousins pulled out their knives, work of the Westernesse.
Sam pulled out his own sword as Frodo pulled out Sting. Legolas grit his teeth in rage. "So the little halflings are going to rebel, are they? Oh, I am so frightened that four creatures half my size will impale me."
Pippin set his face, Merry fidgeted, and Sam straightened himself. Frodo merely grew dark in his figure, his eyes dilating. 'He can't have it! It's mine! Precious—' 'Precious?! It's not my precious!' 'He can't have it! Precious-' 'It's not my precious!' 'Yes it is! It's ours, and the nasty elf can't have it! Precious it is to us!' 'It is not precious! It's not!'
"Augh!" Frodo suddenly shouted. He fell to his knees, dropping Sting to the floor. He clutched his head. "It's not my precious! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! It's not my precious!"
Legolas sneered. "Give it to me!" He felt no pity. "Give it to me! It is yours no longer!" He walked over, shoving Merry and Pippin aside with ease. Merry stabbed upward as he was thrown to the floor, lodging his knife in Legolas's left arm.
"You stupid, worthless halfling!" Legolas pulled the small sword out of his arm and threw it to the ground. "I shall not forget you did that!"
Sam stood up straighter, his pots and trinkets clanging as he adjusted himself. He held his sword out. "Get out of the way and I might not kill you," Legolas snarled.
"No! Leave Mr. Frodo alone!" Sam shouted. He swung his sword, slicing a thick line in Legolas's skin. Legolas gave an exasperated sigh and shoved Sam to the floor roughly.
"No!" Sam latched on to Legolas's ankle. "No! Leave him alone!" Legolas shook him off, snarling. He kicked the hobbit square in the chest. Sam gave a moan. "No..."
Frodo stood up. "YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! IT'S MINE!" Suddenly, Frodo wasn't there anymore.
"No!" Legolas hissed and reached outward, grabbing ahold of the fabric of Frodo's shirt. "Give it to me!" He felt for Frodo's throat, finding it and pressing his white blade against it. "GIVE IT TO ME!"
Suddenly Legolas let go, leaving Frodo gasping for air as he took the Ring off. Legolas reached behind him, removing an arrow from his shoulder. He stared at the point, glistening with blood, and threw it to the ground. It was elvish. He lifted his blade up, turning around to look for the source of the weapon.
"Leave the hobbits alone, Legolas!" Legolas looked around him, but all he saw was the branches of the tree that Haldir had led them to. "Drop your blade!"
Legolas turned to Frodo again. The ring was in his hand. He walked quickly over to him and opened the hobbit's hand. Soon he felt the heavy gold on his own fingers.
"No!" Frodo reached for Legolas as the elf looked at the Ring in his own hand victoriously. "Give it BACK!" Legolas shoved Frodo down roughly and stood.
"The Ring is mine now! What can you do about it, I ask of you?" Legolas smiled and put the Ring on his ring finger triumphantly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oh Valar," Whispered Aragorn. "He took the Ring! I should have expected it!" He turned to the holder of the bow. "Try to shoot! Shoot blindly, anywhere, just do not hit the hobbits!"
Orophin nodded and began to shoot, his aim well. Soon his bow began to sing, but it hit nothing. "He is gone!"
"We have to look for him. Boromir, gather the hobbits. Orophin and I will try to find any sign of Legolas," Aragorn ordered.
They climbed down from their own talan, one with a decent view of the talan Legolas had been on moments before. Walking over to the tree, Aragorn began to search for a sign, any sign of Legolas. Boromir climbed up the tree and onto the talan.
"Are you okay?" Boromir looked around the talan. Merry lay unconscious on the talan floor, Pippin sat overlooking him, Sam sat by Frodo. "Frodo?"
"It will take him, it will. It is mine. It is my own. The eye will see him, it will," Frodo mumbled, his eyes half closed.
"What will take him?" Boromir asked softly. Frodo looked up.
"They'll come for him. They will take it from him. They will cross the river against His orders. The pull is too strong. He will see him," Frodo said. Boromir stared.
"Who will cross the river?" Boromir asked, in his most calming tone.
"THEY will! They will! And they'll take it to Him! They will!" Frodo practically screeched. "It is mine."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Crap! Bad Leggy has the ring! And Frodo has gone insane! And poor hobbits! Go Merry! * endless ranting * I'm going out of town for 3 days. I'll update as soon as I can; Easter ate my time, and that's why this is so late.
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Hifuk approached with his long sword. It was an oddly shaped sword, really, but obviously made to cause... pain. It was long and broad with a sudden right angle at the top.
As a reflex, Legolas shouted out, struggling at his bonds, slipping in and out of his native language. Was anyone near enough to even hear his cries? "Help! Stay back, filthy yrch! Baw!" He looked around wildly. Couldn't anyone hear him? *Yrch: Orc *Baw: Don't!; No, Don't!
Suddenly, he had a sword pressed against his neck. "Not another word," Hifuk snarled. Legolas looked fearfully into Hifuk's disgusting face. He turned away from Hifuk's repulsive features and looked at his sword. There was dried blood still on the sword, by the hilt where Hifuk hadn't licked it clean.
The woodelf was very afraid of what this orc would do to him. Would Biknah return in time to help? Or would he merely join in on the "fun"? He was snapped out of his thoughts by a sudden pain. He could feel warm blood trickling down his neck. His blood.
"Ah!" Legolas winced; it hurt to speak. The sword dug a bit deeper into his neck before Hifuk pulled back. The weapon quickly met flesh again as it dug a bit into the elf's arm.
It was very sick, how Hifuk smiled at any sign of discomfort. He smiled like the world had turned into his own personal utopia, and he was the only one in it. Legolas gave him a disgusted face.
Blood began to surface on his arm as the sword was pulled out. Tears began to run down Legolas's face. "Daro. Saes, daro. Daro!" Nice Legolas had no pain resistance in him. Aggressive Legolas could ignore most pain. Nice Legolas could not. *Daro: Stop, halt. *Saes: Please.
With tears blocking his vision, he couldn't see the next place Hifuk's sword was heading to. But, with a huge blast of pain, he soon found out that metal was digging into his leg. "Daro!" Legolas moaned. He would lose his control soon, he would start screaming. But screaming would not help, even he knew that. If anything, it would fuel the foul monster.
The blade left his right leg suddenly. "What are you doing?!" Biknah had come back. "The prisoner was not to be touched!"
Legolas sobbed loudly. He could hear a blade coming out of its sheath. "Come, Biknah, I just wanted a little fun! Besides, you could not deem victorious in a battle against *me*!"
Legolas didn't hear the next words. His thoughts were fleeing elsewhere. He welcomed the comfort of blackness, anything to take him away from Hifuk's version of utopia, Legolas's version of hell.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Haldir lay in a puddle of dark red blood. Legolas breathed heavily, his hair a mess of gold. The elf had fought hard and long with him, after realizing Aggressive Legolas's true intent. Gimli had tried to help Haldir, though he did not favor fighting with an elf. The dwarf had fallen unconscious moments into the battle, a result of Legolas's blinding rage.
They had done a bit of damage, however. Legolas bow lay snapped in a corner, his quiver sliced like bread. He glanced over to his beloved Mirkwood shortbow, feeling only anger over regret at the loss of his weapon.
Legolas checked Haldir's pulse. He would live. A wound in his shoulder had quickly taken its toll on the Lorien warrior, knocking him into a healing sleep. The hobbits sat in a corner of the talan, shivering with fright.
The elf suddenly smiled, turning to Frodo with a gleam in his eye. "Give it to me, halfling." Frodo's mouth dropped open in horror. The hobbit shook his head.
"No, no, you can't have it," He said, stuttering and clutching the Ring on its chain. Legolas sighed and turned his knife to him.
"Leave him alone!" Said Sam. He stepped in front of his master. Merry and Pippin gave each other weary glances and followed suit. The two cousins pulled out their knives, work of the Westernesse.
Sam pulled out his own sword as Frodo pulled out Sting. Legolas grit his teeth in rage. "So the little halflings are going to rebel, are they? Oh, I am so frightened that four creatures half my size will impale me."
Pippin set his face, Merry fidgeted, and Sam straightened himself. Frodo merely grew dark in his figure, his eyes dilating. 'He can't have it! It's mine! Precious—' 'Precious?! It's not my precious!' 'He can't have it! Precious-' 'It's not my precious!' 'Yes it is! It's ours, and the nasty elf can't have it! Precious it is to us!' 'It is not precious! It's not!'
"Augh!" Frodo suddenly shouted. He fell to his knees, dropping Sting to the floor. He clutched his head. "It's not my precious! YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! It's not my precious!"
Legolas sneered. "Give it to me!" He felt no pity. "Give it to me! It is yours no longer!" He walked over, shoving Merry and Pippin aside with ease. Merry stabbed upward as he was thrown to the floor, lodging his knife in Legolas's left arm.
"You stupid, worthless halfling!" Legolas pulled the small sword out of his arm and threw it to the ground. "I shall not forget you did that!"
Sam stood up straighter, his pots and trinkets clanging as he adjusted himself. He held his sword out. "Get out of the way and I might not kill you," Legolas snarled.
"No! Leave Mr. Frodo alone!" Sam shouted. He swung his sword, slicing a thick line in Legolas's skin. Legolas gave an exasperated sigh and shoved Sam to the floor roughly.
"No!" Sam latched on to Legolas's ankle. "No! Leave him alone!" Legolas shook him off, snarling. He kicked the hobbit square in the chest. Sam gave a moan. "No..."
Frodo stood up. "YOU CAN'T HAVE IT! IT'S MINE!" Suddenly, Frodo wasn't there anymore.
"No!" Legolas hissed and reached outward, grabbing ahold of the fabric of Frodo's shirt. "Give it to me!" He felt for Frodo's throat, finding it and pressing his white blade against it. "GIVE IT TO ME!"
Suddenly Legolas let go, leaving Frodo gasping for air as he took the Ring off. Legolas reached behind him, removing an arrow from his shoulder. He stared at the point, glistening with blood, and threw it to the ground. It was elvish. He lifted his blade up, turning around to look for the source of the weapon.
"Leave the hobbits alone, Legolas!" Legolas looked around him, but all he saw was the branches of the tree that Haldir had led them to. "Drop your blade!"
Legolas turned to Frodo again. The ring was in his hand. He walked quickly over to him and opened the hobbit's hand. Soon he felt the heavy gold on his own fingers.
"No!" Frodo reached for Legolas as the elf looked at the Ring in his own hand victoriously. "Give it BACK!" Legolas shoved Frodo down roughly and stood.
"The Ring is mine now! What can you do about it, I ask of you?" Legolas smiled and put the Ring on his ring finger triumphantly.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Oh Valar," Whispered Aragorn. "He took the Ring! I should have expected it!" He turned to the holder of the bow. "Try to shoot! Shoot blindly, anywhere, just do not hit the hobbits!"
Orophin nodded and began to shoot, his aim well. Soon his bow began to sing, but it hit nothing. "He is gone!"
"We have to look for him. Boromir, gather the hobbits. Orophin and I will try to find any sign of Legolas," Aragorn ordered.
They climbed down from their own talan, one with a decent view of the talan Legolas had been on moments before. Walking over to the tree, Aragorn began to search for a sign, any sign of Legolas. Boromir climbed up the tree and onto the talan.
"Are you okay?" Boromir looked around the talan. Merry lay unconscious on the talan floor, Pippin sat overlooking him, Sam sat by Frodo. "Frodo?"
"It will take him, it will. It is mine. It is my own. The eye will see him, it will," Frodo mumbled, his eyes half closed.
"What will take him?" Boromir asked softly. Frodo looked up.
"They'll come for him. They will take it from him. They will cross the river against His orders. The pull is too strong. He will see him," Frodo said. Boromir stared.
"Who will cross the river?" Boromir asked, in his most calming tone.
"THEY will! They will! And they'll take it to Him! They will!" Frodo practically screeched. "It is mine."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Crap! Bad Leggy has the ring! And Frodo has gone insane! And poor hobbits! Go Merry! * endless ranting * I'm going out of town for 3 days. I'll update as soon as I can; Easter ate my time, and that's why this is so late.
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Deana: Sorry about The Cage... I can't keep the chapter flowing. Thanks for reviewing and staying with me!
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Coolio02: Thanks! Please read on! * hopes *
Star-Stallion: Someone needs to give Mean Legolas a good kick in the a**! I hope he gets back together soon, too! I hate to see my lovely Leggy suffer! And I want the old Leggy back to love!