Chapter 7! I have a free day to write this, I just hope my short attention
span doesn't draw me elsewhere. Just two replies to reviews:
Meisalliam: Nasty Legolas is kinda cool, I guess. He's just... evil, however.
You can like him if you want, I'm not going to stab you with pointy knives
that burn with the fires of a thousand evils.
Effigy: Yes, I am very good at leaving bad cliffhangers. Bon Appetite,
mellon-nin. Nin specialty! You can spank him. I'd rather have him like me.
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Legolas flitted from tree to tree, unseen, heading toward Celebrant. He would make for Mirkwood, for his kingdom, and use the Ring to rule with (Or without if his father turned down Legolas's offer) Thranduil. After that, he would use Mirkwood's army to overtake the lands, one by one.
All in all, he didn't know if it would work. It was worth a try, to him, at least. The trees whispered to him everytime he touched one, but he shook off their messages. He needed not the worthless opinions of trees.
/Go back! Go back! You do not know the power that you hold!/
The trees kept whispering, advising him with the very words of Frodo at times. /Go back! They will take it! It is not yours! He will send them across the River! Go back!/
Legolas suddenly hated trees.
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"Aragorn!" Orophin whispered. "Look through the trees!" He nudged the ranger softly, bending his bow and fitting an arrow. Aragorn turned to the direction the elf was now pointing his weapon and let out a small, meaningless sound.
There, through a view path where the trees did not grow as close together, the two could see the thundering river Celebrant. Celebrant was not as strong at this point, Orophin knew that as he observed. Obviously Legolas knew that too.
Small, subtle disturbances in the water could be seen. It was as if some... invisible being... were walking through the water... "Legolas!" Aragorn whispered. "Try to hit him! Do not kill him, however, I ask thee. We need him."
Orophin did not know why Aragorn would find need in a traitor such as Aggressive Legolas when his counterpart was far more useful in his opinion. He nodded, however, and took aim, measuring out where Legolas's leg might be.
Suddenly his bow sang, letting loose an arrow. Aragorn watched it hopefully, watching as the arrow flew through the air on a set course. The arrow met its target with a soft sound.
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"Merry, Pippin, go down the rope," Boromir ordered. The two hobbits gave a glance at Frodo, worried, and then walked to the ladder and climbed down, Merry first. "Frodo? Can you walk?"
"They will take him, they will! I know they will!" Frodo raved with meaning none but he could understand. Very abruptly, he stopped, slowly shook his head, and looked up, his expression lightening. "Where...?"
"Frodo?"
"Boromir! Legolas left you behind! ...." Suddenly he stopped again, and his expression turned dark again. "He took the Ring! We have to get it back, we have to!"
"Yes, Frodo. Can you walk?" Boromir had a worried expression on his face.
"I can," The hobbit nodded. Frodo began to stand up, and Sam was instantly helping him. "Where is Strider?"
"On the ground," Boromir answered. "They are looking for Legolas."
"Did you find the other Legolas?" Frodo asked hopefully. Boromir shook his head and Frodo sighed.
"Where is he?" A voice startled both Frodo and Boromir. Haldir was standing, clutching his shoulder. "Where is he?! I shall kill him! Frodo! Did he..."
"Yes. He took it," Frodo said with much grief. Haldir then wore a look of extreme pain on his face that moment.
"Valar, who knows what he shall do with it," Haldir moaned. He turned to where Gimli lay. "Help me get him up, will you?"
"You should have help yourself!" Boromir said, watching blood drip from Haldir's hand. "Go down! Frodo and I shall take care of Master Gimli." Haldir removed his hand from his wounded shoulder and looked at the blood.
"A pain, Legolas is. He has changed, if you would ask me for council," Haldir said, walking toward the ladder.
"Do you not know? The Legolas you encountered was but a part of him!" Frodo exclaimed. "It was unlucky that you should have to meet that side of him."
"What do you mean, Master Halfling?" Asked Haldir, bewildered.
"There are two of him," Boromir explained. "One is Legolas's kind, nice, considerate side, the other (the one you met) aggressive, angry, the warrior, temperament."
The Marchwarden of Lothlorien stared into both of their eyes for a moment before dropping them to the floor in dismay. "Oh no," Haldir groaned, his eyes shutting. "No, no, no. Nin Eru." *Nin: My *Eru: God, a god.
"What?" Frodo asked, cocking his head.
"Your friend is a victim of Rhachtâd," Haldir sighed, wiping some blood of his hand onto his tunic and retrieving a handkerchief from his belt, ready to tell a long story that he would have to cut short. He tied his shoulder tight with the cloth before beginning. "In the first age there lived an elf named Melbenion, son of a kind King and a warrior Queen. He was both kind and considerate like his father and a feisty warrior like his mother.
"He was called upon to serve his kingdom, for a dragon had made its home nearby, and was stealing cattle and sheep and valuables, killing as it went. He readied himself with armor and weapons, taking his prize bow, for he was skilled and accurate. Melbenion brought no one with him, claiming no dragon could settle upon his land and pass without leave whilst he lived.
"He came upon the dragon's lair wearily and called upon it. 'Show yourself, lizard of my lands! Your evil shall not linger here!' The dragon nearly melted the young elf (as he was young in immortal reckoning) if it were not for a strange occurrence. Afterward Melbenion claimed what happened was a ball of light, luring like a beautiful gem.
"The elfling was split in two, one side of him his 'mother's' personality, the other his 'father's.' His aggressive side went after the dragon instantly, but his nice side went after him trying to save Melbenion's warrior side. The nice side latched onto the warrior side's arm, refusing to let go as the dragon took sight of them. Nice Melbenion begged Warrior Melbenion to run away, but he would not.
"The dragon's flame should have consumed them there, but that proved not true. Instead, Melbenion's sides were molded together, back into one being. The dragon presumed him dead and was going to devour him if the King had not sent scouts after him. The scouts removed the elf's body from the lair and ran.
"They returned to their kingdom and presumed Melbenion dead, but that was not so. He awoke days later, in one piece once again."
Frodo stared as Haldir finished his story but did not have time to ask questions as a yell suddenly sprang, fresh, in the air. "Legolas?!" Boromir asked, confused.
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By the time that Legolas woke up, he was far from the valley. In fact, when he we awoke, very uncomfortably one might add, they were a ways into the forest and by Nimrodel.
Legolas arms were tied at the wrists, and his arms were slung around... The familiar smell was unforgettable. Biknah. Legolas's arms ached from the cuts, but he could see they were dully taken care of with some kind of ointment and were cleaned. The elf tried to move his leg a little, resulting in a blast of pain.
He gasped, alerting the orc carrying him that he was awake. The orc groaned. The elf would surely whine and moan and beg for release or something of that sort. 'Foolish Hifuk. Could've cut his head off if Hifuk hadn't done it first.' Biknah laughed at his own joke.
Actually, in a way, Hifuk *had* cut his own head clean off. After lodging his sword in Biknah's leather jerkin, Hifuk had jerked into the path of his own sword in an attempt to get it out. It had come out, in that way, taking a path through Hifuk's neck first.
They marched on, and eventually, Legolas indeed began to moan from the pains on his limbs and neck. He did not beg for release, however. Nice Legolas did not even think or hope for that.
"Snap your mouth shut or I'll do it for you!" Biknah growled, adjusting his shoulders and giving Legolas a jolt. Legolas shut his mouth with an audible snap, though his face still expressed pain.
Soon enough, Legolas opened his mouth and let out a small moan. Biknah shouted with exasperation. 'Cursed Elves!' He wanted to slap him or dig his sword into the elf's flesh until he couldn't moan any longer. That wasn't possible, however, as Legolas was practically latched onto his back.
"Shut your mouth!" Biknah growled, and was about to give the elf a lesson in obedience when he found an arrow lodged inside his chest, piercing through his heart. The arrow was guided with skill. Blood began to surface and he fell forward, dead.
Legolas fell forward to the ground with him, his arms crushed beneath Biknah's bulk. "Oof!" Legolas gave a shout of pain as his wounds burst with pain like fire spreading.
That probably saved his life more than anything as arrows began to fall like rain upon the orc host. "Attack! Under attack!" Legolas heard an orc call out. Well, it was obvious, that fact. If arrows shower one, one would think that they are under attack. It was almost humorous to him in this event.
An arrow met its mark everywhere. Soon there were cries of death amongst Legolas, though he could barely see anything but Hifuk's dead body and head. The deceased orc smelt worse than ever.
He could hear the thump of bodies falling onto the forest floor, screams of orcs, and the war cries of... elves! The elves of Lothlorien! He could depend on them... or could he? Would they notice him as an elf in his dirtied state or as just another elf?
Ages upon ages of massacre seemed to occur around him as orc after orc fell. Two or three were still alive by the time he heard the approaching footsteps of Elves. He could hear the few stragglers tried to run, but soon had arrows lodged in their backs, as it sounded, and they fell, dead. One last horrible, screeching cry pierced the world.
Soon he felt an arm on his shoulder. "Ah!" Legolas started, trying to look up, but his bound arms prevented him from doing much. He struggled as the arm gripped him strongly.
"Relax, brother edhel!" Said a melodic voice. An elf! "We have come to help! Now if you will please stop struggling, I can get you away from this foul creature and get you a healer." *Edhel: elf
Legolas instantly relaxed as a couple pairs of hands helped him away from the dead body of Biknah and up onto his feet.
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Legolas cursed. Great, they could see his tracks in the water. Why hadn't he realized that? He mentally slapped himself. Now he had a Valar- forsaken *arrow* stuck in his leg!
'Just keep going,' He thought to himself. 'It doesn't matter. It's not deep. Whoever shot it didn't want me killed.'
He kept walking... another arrow came flying at his other leg. He tried to evade it but ended up only having another arrow stuck in the same leg. He cursed again. Legolas began to full out run (or as well as he could run in a river).
Yet another arrow came through the trees and hit his leg. The pain was unbearable now. Blood dripped into the river as Legolas stopped; he could go on no longer. He stumbled onto his knees and into the river.
Legolas tried to move, but pain burst from him in addition to the slight irritation that Celebrant was doing to his legs. 'Now I shall drown,' Legolas thought. 'Good job.' Whoever had shot him was accidentally going to kill him. The current began to tug at his body underwater.
After a few seconds, his lungs began to beg for air. He wanted to ask for help, but who would come? Who would *hear*?
'Why would they save me anyways?'
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New chapter soon! Oh yes, and I would like to be called "The Bad, Evil, Cliffie Monster" from now on. Thank you.
Legolas flitted from tree to tree, unseen, heading toward Celebrant. He would make for Mirkwood, for his kingdom, and use the Ring to rule with (Or without if his father turned down Legolas's offer) Thranduil. After that, he would use Mirkwood's army to overtake the lands, one by one.
All in all, he didn't know if it would work. It was worth a try, to him, at least. The trees whispered to him everytime he touched one, but he shook off their messages. He needed not the worthless opinions of trees.
/Go back! Go back! You do not know the power that you hold!/
The trees kept whispering, advising him with the very words of Frodo at times. /Go back! They will take it! It is not yours! He will send them across the River! Go back!/
Legolas suddenly hated trees.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Aragorn!" Orophin whispered. "Look through the trees!" He nudged the ranger softly, bending his bow and fitting an arrow. Aragorn turned to the direction the elf was now pointing his weapon and let out a small, meaningless sound.
There, through a view path where the trees did not grow as close together, the two could see the thundering river Celebrant. Celebrant was not as strong at this point, Orophin knew that as he observed. Obviously Legolas knew that too.
Small, subtle disturbances in the water could be seen. It was as if some... invisible being... were walking through the water... "Legolas!" Aragorn whispered. "Try to hit him! Do not kill him, however, I ask thee. We need him."
Orophin did not know why Aragorn would find need in a traitor such as Aggressive Legolas when his counterpart was far more useful in his opinion. He nodded, however, and took aim, measuring out where Legolas's leg might be.
Suddenly his bow sang, letting loose an arrow. Aragorn watched it hopefully, watching as the arrow flew through the air on a set course. The arrow met its target with a soft sound.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Merry, Pippin, go down the rope," Boromir ordered. The two hobbits gave a glance at Frodo, worried, and then walked to the ladder and climbed down, Merry first. "Frodo? Can you walk?"
"They will take him, they will! I know they will!" Frodo raved with meaning none but he could understand. Very abruptly, he stopped, slowly shook his head, and looked up, his expression lightening. "Where...?"
"Frodo?"
"Boromir! Legolas left you behind! ...." Suddenly he stopped again, and his expression turned dark again. "He took the Ring! We have to get it back, we have to!"
"Yes, Frodo. Can you walk?" Boromir had a worried expression on his face.
"I can," The hobbit nodded. Frodo began to stand up, and Sam was instantly helping him. "Where is Strider?"
"On the ground," Boromir answered. "They are looking for Legolas."
"Did you find the other Legolas?" Frodo asked hopefully. Boromir shook his head and Frodo sighed.
"Where is he?" A voice startled both Frodo and Boromir. Haldir was standing, clutching his shoulder. "Where is he?! I shall kill him! Frodo! Did he..."
"Yes. He took it," Frodo said with much grief. Haldir then wore a look of extreme pain on his face that moment.
"Valar, who knows what he shall do with it," Haldir moaned. He turned to where Gimli lay. "Help me get him up, will you?"
"You should have help yourself!" Boromir said, watching blood drip from Haldir's hand. "Go down! Frodo and I shall take care of Master Gimli." Haldir removed his hand from his wounded shoulder and looked at the blood.
"A pain, Legolas is. He has changed, if you would ask me for council," Haldir said, walking toward the ladder.
"Do you not know? The Legolas you encountered was but a part of him!" Frodo exclaimed. "It was unlucky that you should have to meet that side of him."
"What do you mean, Master Halfling?" Asked Haldir, bewildered.
"There are two of him," Boromir explained. "One is Legolas's kind, nice, considerate side, the other (the one you met) aggressive, angry, the warrior, temperament."
The Marchwarden of Lothlorien stared into both of their eyes for a moment before dropping them to the floor in dismay. "Oh no," Haldir groaned, his eyes shutting. "No, no, no. Nin Eru." *Nin: My *Eru: God, a god.
"What?" Frodo asked, cocking his head.
"Your friend is a victim of Rhachtâd," Haldir sighed, wiping some blood of his hand onto his tunic and retrieving a handkerchief from his belt, ready to tell a long story that he would have to cut short. He tied his shoulder tight with the cloth before beginning. "In the first age there lived an elf named Melbenion, son of a kind King and a warrior Queen. He was both kind and considerate like his father and a feisty warrior like his mother.
"He was called upon to serve his kingdom, for a dragon had made its home nearby, and was stealing cattle and sheep and valuables, killing as it went. He readied himself with armor and weapons, taking his prize bow, for he was skilled and accurate. Melbenion brought no one with him, claiming no dragon could settle upon his land and pass without leave whilst he lived.
"He came upon the dragon's lair wearily and called upon it. 'Show yourself, lizard of my lands! Your evil shall not linger here!' The dragon nearly melted the young elf (as he was young in immortal reckoning) if it were not for a strange occurrence. Afterward Melbenion claimed what happened was a ball of light, luring like a beautiful gem.
"The elfling was split in two, one side of him his 'mother's' personality, the other his 'father's.' His aggressive side went after the dragon instantly, but his nice side went after him trying to save Melbenion's warrior side. The nice side latched onto the warrior side's arm, refusing to let go as the dragon took sight of them. Nice Melbenion begged Warrior Melbenion to run away, but he would not.
"The dragon's flame should have consumed them there, but that proved not true. Instead, Melbenion's sides were molded together, back into one being. The dragon presumed him dead and was going to devour him if the King had not sent scouts after him. The scouts removed the elf's body from the lair and ran.
"They returned to their kingdom and presumed Melbenion dead, but that was not so. He awoke days later, in one piece once again."
Frodo stared as Haldir finished his story but did not have time to ask questions as a yell suddenly sprang, fresh, in the air. "Legolas?!" Boromir asked, confused.
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By the time that Legolas woke up, he was far from the valley. In fact, when he we awoke, very uncomfortably one might add, they were a ways into the forest and by Nimrodel.
Legolas arms were tied at the wrists, and his arms were slung around... The familiar smell was unforgettable. Biknah. Legolas's arms ached from the cuts, but he could see they were dully taken care of with some kind of ointment and were cleaned. The elf tried to move his leg a little, resulting in a blast of pain.
He gasped, alerting the orc carrying him that he was awake. The orc groaned. The elf would surely whine and moan and beg for release or something of that sort. 'Foolish Hifuk. Could've cut his head off if Hifuk hadn't done it first.' Biknah laughed at his own joke.
Actually, in a way, Hifuk *had* cut his own head clean off. After lodging his sword in Biknah's leather jerkin, Hifuk had jerked into the path of his own sword in an attempt to get it out. It had come out, in that way, taking a path through Hifuk's neck first.
They marched on, and eventually, Legolas indeed began to moan from the pains on his limbs and neck. He did not beg for release, however. Nice Legolas did not even think or hope for that.
"Snap your mouth shut or I'll do it for you!" Biknah growled, adjusting his shoulders and giving Legolas a jolt. Legolas shut his mouth with an audible snap, though his face still expressed pain.
Soon enough, Legolas opened his mouth and let out a small moan. Biknah shouted with exasperation. 'Cursed Elves!' He wanted to slap him or dig his sword into the elf's flesh until he couldn't moan any longer. That wasn't possible, however, as Legolas was practically latched onto his back.
"Shut your mouth!" Biknah growled, and was about to give the elf a lesson in obedience when he found an arrow lodged inside his chest, piercing through his heart. The arrow was guided with skill. Blood began to surface and he fell forward, dead.
Legolas fell forward to the ground with him, his arms crushed beneath Biknah's bulk. "Oof!" Legolas gave a shout of pain as his wounds burst with pain like fire spreading.
That probably saved his life more than anything as arrows began to fall like rain upon the orc host. "Attack! Under attack!" Legolas heard an orc call out. Well, it was obvious, that fact. If arrows shower one, one would think that they are under attack. It was almost humorous to him in this event.
An arrow met its mark everywhere. Soon there were cries of death amongst Legolas, though he could barely see anything but Hifuk's dead body and head. The deceased orc smelt worse than ever.
He could hear the thump of bodies falling onto the forest floor, screams of orcs, and the war cries of... elves! The elves of Lothlorien! He could depend on them... or could he? Would they notice him as an elf in his dirtied state or as just another elf?
Ages upon ages of massacre seemed to occur around him as orc after orc fell. Two or three were still alive by the time he heard the approaching footsteps of Elves. He could hear the few stragglers tried to run, but soon had arrows lodged in their backs, as it sounded, and they fell, dead. One last horrible, screeching cry pierced the world.
Soon he felt an arm on his shoulder. "Ah!" Legolas started, trying to look up, but his bound arms prevented him from doing much. He struggled as the arm gripped him strongly.
"Relax, brother edhel!" Said a melodic voice. An elf! "We have come to help! Now if you will please stop struggling, I can get you away from this foul creature and get you a healer." *Edhel: elf
Legolas instantly relaxed as a couple pairs of hands helped him away from the dead body of Biknah and up onto his feet.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas cursed. Great, they could see his tracks in the water. Why hadn't he realized that? He mentally slapped himself. Now he had a Valar- forsaken *arrow* stuck in his leg!
'Just keep going,' He thought to himself. 'It doesn't matter. It's not deep. Whoever shot it didn't want me killed.'
He kept walking... another arrow came flying at his other leg. He tried to evade it but ended up only having another arrow stuck in the same leg. He cursed again. Legolas began to full out run (or as well as he could run in a river).
Yet another arrow came through the trees and hit his leg. The pain was unbearable now. Blood dripped into the river as Legolas stopped; he could go on no longer. He stumbled onto his knees and into the river.
Legolas tried to move, but pain burst from him in addition to the slight irritation that Celebrant was doing to his legs. 'Now I shall drown,' Legolas thought. 'Good job.' Whoever had shot him was accidentally going to kill him. The current began to tug at his body underwater.
After a few seconds, his lungs began to beg for air. He wanted to ask for help, but who would come? Who would *hear*?
'Why would they save me anyways?'
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New chapter soon! Oh yes, and I would like to be called "The Bad, Evil, Cliffie Monster" from now on. Thank you.