*** Chapter 8! Yay! Uh, my computer is not letting me on the internet, so
sorry if this is a bit late. ... Ok, then. ****
Legolas was being carried by some golden-haired elf in a gray uniform. It was a little undignified, being cradled like a large baby, but he could barely move his injured limbs on his own. He closed his eyes for a while, trying to ignore the pain. At one point he shouted out. "Relax, Legolas, son of Thranduil! We will arrive to Haldir's post soon."
Haldir? Legolas recognized that name, somehow. At the moment, however, he was too tired to care. "Who are you...?"
"I am Rumil," The elf looked down into Legolas's face. "I beg your forgiveness for having to carry you, but you are in no condition to walk." Legolas looked around him. Trees were surrounding him like a wall, which normally would have comforted him, but now it made him wish he could see more.
At that moment, some elf chose to run up to Rumil. "Rumil! We approach Haldir's post. He is injured, and we have an elf called Legolas in custody."
Rumil gave his soldier a small smile. "So they found him after all. Run ahead and tell them the battle reports and that we have Legolas. Aragorn will be happy to hear this."
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Despite being grateful for not drowning, Legolas struggled to get out of the clutches of Orophin as he was pulled out of the water. He coughed out a mouthful of water and kicked Orophin's leg. Orophin almost looked annoyed.
His arms were tied behind his back. 'How can they...' Legolas cursed in his thoughts. The Ring! Where was it? He was furious. Legolas began to thrash, knocking off Orophin for a moment. He began to run, though he didn't get far before falling due to blood loss, bound wrists, and, well, arrows stuck in his legs.
Orophin pulled him out of the water again, this time Aragorn helping. Both the Lorien elf and the ranger restrained the still struggling Legolas, pulling him to shore. By the time they reached the shore, they were soaking wet from the splashes Legolas had created.
Aragorn and Orophin tied Legolas to the nearest tree and began to pluck out arrows. This resulted in Legolas kicking Orophin in the chest and knocking Aragorn off of the ranger's feet with a sweep of his arrow-filled legs.
"Will you stop moving, and I may not shred you to pieces!" Aragorn yelled, extremely frustrated. Legolas kept kicking. Aragorn gave a sigh of exasperation and drew some rope from his belt. He had been given quite a bit of rope by Orophin just incase it was needed in Legolas's capture. It was needed of course.
He, with much concentration and help from Orophin, grabbed Legolas's legs and hastily tied them. "Orophin, would you please hold his legs?" Aragorn asked. Orophin nodded and held Legolas's lower legs down, avoiding the arrows.
"Let go of me!" Legolas snarled. Aragorn ignored him and gently pulled the first arrow out of the elf's leg. Aragorn tore off a piece of cloth from his undershirt and wrapped it around the wound. He repeated this (resulting in a very unattractive undershirt) until all the arrows were out.
Orophin let go of Legolas's legs, but this time Legolas was too weak to fight back. He was pale; he had lost a lot of blood. His eyes were half closed when Aragorn left him there. "Stay here, Orophin, in case of any danger you will have to protect him," The ranger said and left for the talan.
Orophin looked over at the captive. Legolas was paler than ever, and silent. The elf of Lothlorien enjoyed the silence, though he was annoyed that he had to stay in the first place. 'I suppose we do need him, though,' Orophin sighed in his thoughts.
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Merry, Pippin, and Sam sat at the bottom of the tree, waiting for Boromir, Frodo, and Haldir. "I'm hungry," Said Pippin.
"Haldir *gave* you three pieces of that waybread stuff, just hours ago!" Merry moaned. Pippin licked his lips at the thought of the delicious waybread, which he distinctly remembered was called *lembas.*
"Yes, well..." Pippin said. He looked up from the ground that he had been eyeing, poking it with a stick absentmindedly, and saw a surprise. "More elves!" He said. He nudged both Samwise and Merry in their sides, pointing down the path.
Sure enough, three elves clad in thin chain mail and gray cloaks, were running down the path wearily, bows drawn. "The halflings Rumil told us of," Whispered one, pointing right back at Pippin and the other hobbits.
"Master Halflings! Where is the whereabouts of Haldir?" Asked another. They sprinted gracefully over to them with barely a sound on the forest path.
"Haldir is up in the... the..." Pippin searched for the word in his head. So, therefore, he could distinctly remember the names of food more than anything else in Middle Earth.
"Talan," Merry cut in. "He's injured. Legolas took a good shot at his shoulder." The elves were confused for a moment, thinking that they had Legolas in *their* company. Then they remembered what Rumil had told them about the splitting escapade and their expressions returned to a calm state.
"Where is Legolas now?" Asked the third. "Where are Aragorn and Boromir? Haldir? And the forth halfling?"
"Strider," Sam replied, "Is looking for Legolas with Orophin. Boromir is up in the talan with Frodo and Haldir."
"You stay here," Said one in elvish, pointing to the third. "Wait for Aragorn and Orophin. We shall go up after Haldir." He motioned to the other standing next to him. Both elves nodded and proceeded with their newly appointed tasks.
The third elf looked through the trees, ignoring the hobbits for the moment. "Ai! They come!" He suddenly shouted up into the talan at his companions. One of them, the leader, came down immediately.
"Where?" He said, taking out his bow, which he had put away in the talan. The third elf pointed into the trees, pointing out a man walking through the thin line of trees leading to Celebrant.
"We have captured Legolas. He is bound to a mellorn tree by the riverside. I bid that one of you go to Rumil and tell him the news of this and of Haldir," Aragorn said.
The third elf nodded and instantly began to run down the path, away from the hobbits and Aragorn. "Where is Frodo?" The ranger asked. Sam pointed up into the talan without a word. The ranger smiled at Sam's nonchalance and climbed up the rope ladder.
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Legolas was still not allowed to walk. At one point Rumil had summoned a healer, whom had come and examined him. After getting several herbs and ointments dabbed on his wounds painfully, the healer wrapped his injured limbs in bandages.
As the elf-scout had said, they soon approached the talan and saw three very bored hobbits sitting at the base of Haldir's post and talan. Merry sat staring at the ground, while Pippin lay on his legs nearly asleep, but not quite. Sam sat likewise to Merry, until spotting the elves. He jumped up and said. "Look at them all!"
The elves laughed at Sam merrily and Rumil walked up to him with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. At that moment, Boromir climbed down the rope, and Rumil greeted him. Following him was Frodo, who was greatly appreciated by his hobbit friends.
"You're not raving anymore!" Pippin said gleefully. Merry whacked him over the head and Sam and Frodo burst out laughing. Frodo was glad to have a good laugh, as he hadn't in what seemed a long time.
Some elves chuckled along with them. Soon Aragorn was seen climbing down the ladder helping a very reluctant Haldir. "I can get down by myself, Aragorn." Aragorn just shook his head and kept helping him.
As soon as they were down Aragorn helped a *still* struggling Haldir to Rumil. "Aragorn, if you refuse to let me walk down a *ladder* by myself, at least let me *walk!*" Haldir shrugged him off, ignoring the pain in his shoulder.
"Legolas!" Aragorn shouted, catching sight of the elf in Rumil's arms. "What happened? You must tell me, Rumil."
"We spotted the orc-hoard after they crossed the beautiful Nimrodel. Curse their filthy feet in her clean water!" Rumil said. "We overtook them, and Haelen here,"- Rumil pointed to an elf further back in the company- "Shot the carrier of Legolas himself. They had taken him hostage. After checking that all had perished, we reached him. Pulling him off the carcass, we carried him until our healer had found the sufficient herbs. Then we still carried him, though we had no reluctance from him."
Aragorn nodded and took Legolas from his arms. He set him down next to the hobbits and said, "Take care of him for now, we shall be back soon." He turned to the Elves, Rumil, and Haldir. "Come. I shall bring you to Legolas, Rumil."
"I wish to come too," Haldir said, after freeing himself from the healer that had rushed to him. "I know more than Rumil does to help you. I may be able to help more than you think."
Aragorn sighed and nodded. "Maybe. Come."
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Orophin sighed and folded his arms across his chest while waiting. Legolas seemed almost unconscious, so he could let off his guard on him. He turned away from Legolas.
Then, all of a sudden, he could feel no more. He could feel a slight pain in his temple as he fell forward to the ground, leaving the world for the moment.
Legolas began to laugh. He had fallen for it! It had only taken a while to free his hands from behind his backs and away from the bark. Lifting his hands upward through the tied ropes with much effort, he had felt for some kind of stone to throw. After so much blood loss, it had been a hard throw.
It hadn't hit Orophin in the exact spot he'd wanted it to, but nonetheless it worked. "Fool!" Legolas shouted after the elf was unconscious on the ground. Now all he had to do was get out of the ropes...
He could have mentally slapped himself there. He could have been free much more quickly! His knife was sticking out of its hilt, upside down, through the ropes. Oh, the irony of it all! The luck!
He reached down and tugged out the knife carefully.
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A short, boring chapter, but the next one, I PROMISE will be much, much better WITH replies to reviews! Please review!
Legolas was being carried by some golden-haired elf in a gray uniform. It was a little undignified, being cradled like a large baby, but he could barely move his injured limbs on his own. He closed his eyes for a while, trying to ignore the pain. At one point he shouted out. "Relax, Legolas, son of Thranduil! We will arrive to Haldir's post soon."
Haldir? Legolas recognized that name, somehow. At the moment, however, he was too tired to care. "Who are you...?"
"I am Rumil," The elf looked down into Legolas's face. "I beg your forgiveness for having to carry you, but you are in no condition to walk." Legolas looked around him. Trees were surrounding him like a wall, which normally would have comforted him, but now it made him wish he could see more.
At that moment, some elf chose to run up to Rumil. "Rumil! We approach Haldir's post. He is injured, and we have an elf called Legolas in custody."
Rumil gave his soldier a small smile. "So they found him after all. Run ahead and tell them the battle reports and that we have Legolas. Aragorn will be happy to hear this."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Despite being grateful for not drowning, Legolas struggled to get out of the clutches of Orophin as he was pulled out of the water. He coughed out a mouthful of water and kicked Orophin's leg. Orophin almost looked annoyed.
His arms were tied behind his back. 'How can they...' Legolas cursed in his thoughts. The Ring! Where was it? He was furious. Legolas began to thrash, knocking off Orophin for a moment. He began to run, though he didn't get far before falling due to blood loss, bound wrists, and, well, arrows stuck in his legs.
Orophin pulled him out of the water again, this time Aragorn helping. Both the Lorien elf and the ranger restrained the still struggling Legolas, pulling him to shore. By the time they reached the shore, they were soaking wet from the splashes Legolas had created.
Aragorn and Orophin tied Legolas to the nearest tree and began to pluck out arrows. This resulted in Legolas kicking Orophin in the chest and knocking Aragorn off of the ranger's feet with a sweep of his arrow-filled legs.
"Will you stop moving, and I may not shred you to pieces!" Aragorn yelled, extremely frustrated. Legolas kept kicking. Aragorn gave a sigh of exasperation and drew some rope from his belt. He had been given quite a bit of rope by Orophin just incase it was needed in Legolas's capture. It was needed of course.
He, with much concentration and help from Orophin, grabbed Legolas's legs and hastily tied them. "Orophin, would you please hold his legs?" Aragorn asked. Orophin nodded and held Legolas's lower legs down, avoiding the arrows.
"Let go of me!" Legolas snarled. Aragorn ignored him and gently pulled the first arrow out of the elf's leg. Aragorn tore off a piece of cloth from his undershirt and wrapped it around the wound. He repeated this (resulting in a very unattractive undershirt) until all the arrows were out.
Orophin let go of Legolas's legs, but this time Legolas was too weak to fight back. He was pale; he had lost a lot of blood. His eyes were half closed when Aragorn left him there. "Stay here, Orophin, in case of any danger you will have to protect him," The ranger said and left for the talan.
Orophin looked over at the captive. Legolas was paler than ever, and silent. The elf of Lothlorien enjoyed the silence, though he was annoyed that he had to stay in the first place. 'I suppose we do need him, though,' Orophin sighed in his thoughts.
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Merry, Pippin, and Sam sat at the bottom of the tree, waiting for Boromir, Frodo, and Haldir. "I'm hungry," Said Pippin.
"Haldir *gave* you three pieces of that waybread stuff, just hours ago!" Merry moaned. Pippin licked his lips at the thought of the delicious waybread, which he distinctly remembered was called *lembas.*
"Yes, well..." Pippin said. He looked up from the ground that he had been eyeing, poking it with a stick absentmindedly, and saw a surprise. "More elves!" He said. He nudged both Samwise and Merry in their sides, pointing down the path.
Sure enough, three elves clad in thin chain mail and gray cloaks, were running down the path wearily, bows drawn. "The halflings Rumil told us of," Whispered one, pointing right back at Pippin and the other hobbits.
"Master Halflings! Where is the whereabouts of Haldir?" Asked another. They sprinted gracefully over to them with barely a sound on the forest path.
"Haldir is up in the... the..." Pippin searched for the word in his head. So, therefore, he could distinctly remember the names of food more than anything else in Middle Earth.
"Talan," Merry cut in. "He's injured. Legolas took a good shot at his shoulder." The elves were confused for a moment, thinking that they had Legolas in *their* company. Then they remembered what Rumil had told them about the splitting escapade and their expressions returned to a calm state.
"Where is Legolas now?" Asked the third. "Where are Aragorn and Boromir? Haldir? And the forth halfling?"
"Strider," Sam replied, "Is looking for Legolas with Orophin. Boromir is up in the talan with Frodo and Haldir."
"You stay here," Said one in elvish, pointing to the third. "Wait for Aragorn and Orophin. We shall go up after Haldir." He motioned to the other standing next to him. Both elves nodded and proceeded with their newly appointed tasks.
The third elf looked through the trees, ignoring the hobbits for the moment. "Ai! They come!" He suddenly shouted up into the talan at his companions. One of them, the leader, came down immediately.
"Where?" He said, taking out his bow, which he had put away in the talan. The third elf pointed into the trees, pointing out a man walking through the thin line of trees leading to Celebrant.
"We have captured Legolas. He is bound to a mellorn tree by the riverside. I bid that one of you go to Rumil and tell him the news of this and of Haldir," Aragorn said.
The third elf nodded and instantly began to run down the path, away from the hobbits and Aragorn. "Where is Frodo?" The ranger asked. Sam pointed up into the talan without a word. The ranger smiled at Sam's nonchalance and climbed up the rope ladder.
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Legolas was still not allowed to walk. At one point Rumil had summoned a healer, whom had come and examined him. After getting several herbs and ointments dabbed on his wounds painfully, the healer wrapped his injured limbs in bandages.
As the elf-scout had said, they soon approached the talan and saw three very bored hobbits sitting at the base of Haldir's post and talan. Merry sat staring at the ground, while Pippin lay on his legs nearly asleep, but not quite. Sam sat likewise to Merry, until spotting the elves. He jumped up and said. "Look at them all!"
The elves laughed at Sam merrily and Rumil walked up to him with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. At that moment, Boromir climbed down the rope, and Rumil greeted him. Following him was Frodo, who was greatly appreciated by his hobbit friends.
"You're not raving anymore!" Pippin said gleefully. Merry whacked him over the head and Sam and Frodo burst out laughing. Frodo was glad to have a good laugh, as he hadn't in what seemed a long time.
Some elves chuckled along with them. Soon Aragorn was seen climbing down the ladder helping a very reluctant Haldir. "I can get down by myself, Aragorn." Aragorn just shook his head and kept helping him.
As soon as they were down Aragorn helped a *still* struggling Haldir to Rumil. "Aragorn, if you refuse to let me walk down a *ladder* by myself, at least let me *walk!*" Haldir shrugged him off, ignoring the pain in his shoulder.
"Legolas!" Aragorn shouted, catching sight of the elf in Rumil's arms. "What happened? You must tell me, Rumil."
"We spotted the orc-hoard after they crossed the beautiful Nimrodel. Curse their filthy feet in her clean water!" Rumil said. "We overtook them, and Haelen here,"- Rumil pointed to an elf further back in the company- "Shot the carrier of Legolas himself. They had taken him hostage. After checking that all had perished, we reached him. Pulling him off the carcass, we carried him until our healer had found the sufficient herbs. Then we still carried him, though we had no reluctance from him."
Aragorn nodded and took Legolas from his arms. He set him down next to the hobbits and said, "Take care of him for now, we shall be back soon." He turned to the Elves, Rumil, and Haldir. "Come. I shall bring you to Legolas, Rumil."
"I wish to come too," Haldir said, after freeing himself from the healer that had rushed to him. "I know more than Rumil does to help you. I may be able to help more than you think."
Aragorn sighed and nodded. "Maybe. Come."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Orophin sighed and folded his arms across his chest while waiting. Legolas seemed almost unconscious, so he could let off his guard on him. He turned away from Legolas.
Then, all of a sudden, he could feel no more. He could feel a slight pain in his temple as he fell forward to the ground, leaving the world for the moment.
Legolas began to laugh. He had fallen for it! It had only taken a while to free his hands from behind his backs and away from the bark. Lifting his hands upward through the tied ropes with much effort, he had felt for some kind of stone to throw. After so much blood loss, it had been a hard throw.
It hadn't hit Orophin in the exact spot he'd wanted it to, but nonetheless it worked. "Fool!" Legolas shouted after the elf was unconscious on the ground. Now all he had to do was get out of the ropes...
He could have mentally slapped himself there. He could have been free much more quickly! His knife was sticking out of its hilt, upside down, through the ropes. Oh, the irony of it all! The luck!
He reached down and tugged out the knife carefully.
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A short, boring chapter, but the next one, I PROMISE will be much, much better WITH replies to reviews! Please review!