Chapter 11... oooo you guys are going to kill me for being so late! I'm
sorry! No more boyfriend troubles, thankfully, but I have been sick for the
past few days, and I had to stay home. Now that's a big deal for me because
I never stay home. I just mostly watched daytime television and junk.
(Daytime television--- aka the realm of no return, or the more seldomly
used term but more true, the endless, bottomless pit of doom, from which
you brain is sucked through a black hole called "Blue's Clues" or "Oprah")
Uh oh, finals coming up! Dun dun dun...
Pippin poked Legolas's sleeping body. Or at least Pippin thought he was sleeping. He and the other hobbits really couldn't tell. The Elf's eyes were open, just like they usually were when Legolas was asleep, but they were also tracking- like they were looking at something other than Pippin's face in his.
"Oy! Leeeehg-oooh-laaaahs!" Sam said in a long, soft tone. "Wake u-uh- p!" When this didn't work, Pippin's brow furrowed and he started really jabbing Legolas. Merry shoved him.
"You're going to kill him, Pippin, you little..." Merry started, quite frustrated with the whole situation, but Pippin looked like he was about to cry. "Aw, Pip, don't do that..." Pippin sniffed and wiped his face with his sleeve.
"I just want to go home, Merry," Pippin sighed, his eyes big and full of emotion. "The Shire seems much more welcoming in a world of Elves splitting in two, and, and a world of no tea time!" Frodo smiled sadly and watched as Merry patted Pippin on the shoulder.
"It's okay, Pip," Merry said. "Everything will be okay soon. I promise. I just wonder how we're going to wake Legolas up. He doesn't look like he's really asleep. Is he daydreaming, or something of the sort?"
Sam shook his head. "I've seen enough daydreaming in me Gaffer's eyes to know that this isn't daydreaming. He does look fairly strange, though. I wonder if we should splash some water on him?"
Frodo shrugged. "Why not? The river is nearby, so I daresay we could waste some water from the bottles." He took a bottle from his own belt and undid the cap and walked over to Legolas, lying strangely on the forest floor. "Here goes!" He cringed as he tipped the water bottle and some liquid trickled out, weaker then stronger.
Pippin held his breath. Merry watched curiously. Sam closed his eyes. "He'd better not get mad at me!" Sam whispered quietly. Frodo stopped the flow almost as quickly as it he had started it.
For a moment, it seemed that all of the sounds in the world were cut off, except the letting out of Pippin's breath, only to gasp in a new one. "Where... where are we?" He whispered.
Legolas turned around sharply, a little afraid. Who was there? He felt a sudden, powerful shove in his back. He flew forward, toward the river, and fell in, all grace forgotten.
He quickly righted himself, he even more afraid of what had assaulted him- and perhaps whatever was lurking in the still-red river. The water felt the same to him, though slightly cold, but red. The red was weakening significantly, and he could see now that there was nothing in the water save some fish, but even the fish scared him in this dream world.
Legolas hurried out of the river, looking around for the source of the shove. No one was there! All there was were golden trees! Anteruth and Legolas were still walking ahead of him, following the bloody river. He was surely shaken, but he knew what he had to do. He began to follow the two Elves again.
Then he heard footsteps behind him, and a soft cry. He turned around, severely frightened. Coming out of the tree line just behind him were the hobbits, confused and bewildered. Legolas took a step backward.
Pippin saw Legolas ahead of them and quickly ran toward him, breaking away from Merry. "Pippin! Wait!" Merry started to say, but Pippin was already at the elf by then.
Legolas whispered, "What are you doing here?" Pippin shook his head and shivered a little as the other hobbits started running toward them.
"I don't know," Pippin sighed. "We were hoping you would tell us. Wait. You're the nice Legolas, right...?" Legolas didn't answer, but he did a slight nod. He looked at the still red-tinted river and the slight fog lining the river.
Sam followed his gaze and gave a shout. "The water! It's red! Mr. Frodo, look!" All of the hobbits turned their heads and either gasped or yelled a bit.
"You must leave," Legolas said. "That water is blood filled, or so I think. This world, this place, this is my creation, I suppose. Who knows what can happen with you creatures inside of my head?"
"How do we leave then?" Frodo asked. "We barely know how we got in!" Legolas looked calm, though in his eyes the hobbits could see that the elf was on the verge of panicking.
"Tell me what happened," Legolas said. "Tell me while we follow" --- he pointed at Anteruth and his counterpart, now a good distance away--- "Them."
Anteruth looked fascinated, but at the same time he wanted to grab the Ring from Legolas and take it back to where it belonged. If this Legolas was the angry side, then who knows what the Ring could do in his hands?
'I suppose, even if he does take over this world, he would not harm me,' Anteruth thought, but he quickly shoved that thought aside. What a selfish thing to think! The entire of Middle Earth was in danger and he was thinking only of himself.
'I could steal it from him in the night. I could bring it back to this Frodo that he's telling me about,' Anteruth thought, but considered the danger of going back home. He would be momentarily praised for bringing the Ring back... but what about when everyone found what he had done?
Legolas glanced over at Anteruth, having finally finished his tale. He was very suspicious of this elf. He thought too much. Even now, Legolas could tell he was thinking.
'He wouldn't dare rebel against me,' Legolas thought, a smirk forming on his face. 'He wouldn't dare!' Then again, would he? Was he right to trust this murderer elf? Or what if Legolas left him behind, or killed him? Would the pain start again?
All of these possibilities made Legolas frown. He had not liked the fact that something had been able to take advantage of him. What had caused that pain anyways? Was he losing his sanity?
"Aragorn! Look over here!" Aragorn followed the voice of Orophin to a mallorn tree by the riverside. They had just left the talon in search of Legolas, accompanied by the promised set of skilled hunters by Haldir.
Trotting to Orophin's kneeling form, his heart jumped. There, in front of Orophin, was an elf. He hurried closer. Orophin looked devastated. "He's one of our elves, Aragorn. Young. I knew him."
"You knew him?" Aragorn sighed, his own heart plummeting. "So he is dead?" Orophin nodded, a pained look written all over his face. "How is it that he passed away?"
Orophin put his hand over the place where Anteruth's sword had penetrated Erthan's armor. "He was stabbed, by a slightly skilled warrior. If it was meant or not, he died slowly. Painfully. But look over here, Aragorn. There is a bloody spot next to him, with a slight trail. You are a Ranger. Read it, as I have not the skills to read more."
Aragorn observed the area and nodded. "There was another person lying next to him. This person was wounded... a lot of blood was lost. Too much. Why is his body not here? But look! There is a slight indent in the ground here. Someone helped the other wounded one."
Orophin nodded as he saw what Aragorn was getting at. "Legolas?" He looked back down at the body of the elf with grief, his brow furrowed at this new information.
"Yes, it would seem so... but why would he stop and help anyone? He is cruel, unwilling to help anyone but himself. What would pull him to helping?" Aragorn paced a little.
Orophin said a small Elven prayer to the body of Erthan, then stood. "We should get him to his family. Trathen, I need you to take him. I hope we shall do without you, my comrade." Orophin gestured to one of the hunters.
Trathen dismounted his horse, a beautiful beast that he had actually obtained from a friend of his in Rohan. He was a loyal elf, and though he was disappointed that he could not join the chase, he had also known Erthan and was not about to show his feelings. "A cheerful lad he was... barely aged... but where is Anteruth? I have never seen them without each other."
With that, Trathen stepped forward, carefully lifted the Lorien Elf while brushing a hair out of Erthan's face, and mounted his horse. He nudged the Rohan beast and the company watched as Trathen galloped away. Aragorn mounted his own horse, and Orophin followed.
"Let us hurry," Aragorn said. "If what Trathen says is true, I do not doubt that Legolas was here... and he has taken Anteruth with him. Though it seems to puzzling to be true, nothing seems very true anymore."
You guys, I am desperately sorry, but I have a huge set of finals coming up, and they're worth a good chunk of my grade. Considering I'm getting all A's right now, I do not want to let that slip. Please excuse me! I swear, I'll try to update as soon as I can, and I'm sorry for such a short chappy.
Pippin poked Legolas's sleeping body. Or at least Pippin thought he was sleeping. He and the other hobbits really couldn't tell. The Elf's eyes were open, just like they usually were when Legolas was asleep, but they were also tracking- like they were looking at something other than Pippin's face in his.
"Oy! Leeeehg-oooh-laaaahs!" Sam said in a long, soft tone. "Wake u-uh- p!" When this didn't work, Pippin's brow furrowed and he started really jabbing Legolas. Merry shoved him.
"You're going to kill him, Pippin, you little..." Merry started, quite frustrated with the whole situation, but Pippin looked like he was about to cry. "Aw, Pip, don't do that..." Pippin sniffed and wiped his face with his sleeve.
"I just want to go home, Merry," Pippin sighed, his eyes big and full of emotion. "The Shire seems much more welcoming in a world of Elves splitting in two, and, and a world of no tea time!" Frodo smiled sadly and watched as Merry patted Pippin on the shoulder.
"It's okay, Pip," Merry said. "Everything will be okay soon. I promise. I just wonder how we're going to wake Legolas up. He doesn't look like he's really asleep. Is he daydreaming, or something of the sort?"
Sam shook his head. "I've seen enough daydreaming in me Gaffer's eyes to know that this isn't daydreaming. He does look fairly strange, though. I wonder if we should splash some water on him?"
Frodo shrugged. "Why not? The river is nearby, so I daresay we could waste some water from the bottles." He took a bottle from his own belt and undid the cap and walked over to Legolas, lying strangely on the forest floor. "Here goes!" He cringed as he tipped the water bottle and some liquid trickled out, weaker then stronger.
Pippin held his breath. Merry watched curiously. Sam closed his eyes. "He'd better not get mad at me!" Sam whispered quietly. Frodo stopped the flow almost as quickly as it he had started it.
For a moment, it seemed that all of the sounds in the world were cut off, except the letting out of Pippin's breath, only to gasp in a new one. "Where... where are we?" He whispered.
Legolas turned around sharply, a little afraid. Who was there? He felt a sudden, powerful shove in his back. He flew forward, toward the river, and fell in, all grace forgotten.
He quickly righted himself, he even more afraid of what had assaulted him- and perhaps whatever was lurking in the still-red river. The water felt the same to him, though slightly cold, but red. The red was weakening significantly, and he could see now that there was nothing in the water save some fish, but even the fish scared him in this dream world.
Legolas hurried out of the river, looking around for the source of the shove. No one was there! All there was were golden trees! Anteruth and Legolas were still walking ahead of him, following the bloody river. He was surely shaken, but he knew what he had to do. He began to follow the two Elves again.
Then he heard footsteps behind him, and a soft cry. He turned around, severely frightened. Coming out of the tree line just behind him were the hobbits, confused and bewildered. Legolas took a step backward.
Pippin saw Legolas ahead of them and quickly ran toward him, breaking away from Merry. "Pippin! Wait!" Merry started to say, but Pippin was already at the elf by then.
Legolas whispered, "What are you doing here?" Pippin shook his head and shivered a little as the other hobbits started running toward them.
"I don't know," Pippin sighed. "We were hoping you would tell us. Wait. You're the nice Legolas, right...?" Legolas didn't answer, but he did a slight nod. He looked at the still red-tinted river and the slight fog lining the river.
Sam followed his gaze and gave a shout. "The water! It's red! Mr. Frodo, look!" All of the hobbits turned their heads and either gasped or yelled a bit.
"You must leave," Legolas said. "That water is blood filled, or so I think. This world, this place, this is my creation, I suppose. Who knows what can happen with you creatures inside of my head?"
"How do we leave then?" Frodo asked. "We barely know how we got in!" Legolas looked calm, though in his eyes the hobbits could see that the elf was on the verge of panicking.
"Tell me what happened," Legolas said. "Tell me while we follow" --- he pointed at Anteruth and his counterpart, now a good distance away--- "Them."
Anteruth looked fascinated, but at the same time he wanted to grab the Ring from Legolas and take it back to where it belonged. If this Legolas was the angry side, then who knows what the Ring could do in his hands?
'I suppose, even if he does take over this world, he would not harm me,' Anteruth thought, but he quickly shoved that thought aside. What a selfish thing to think! The entire of Middle Earth was in danger and he was thinking only of himself.
'I could steal it from him in the night. I could bring it back to this Frodo that he's telling me about,' Anteruth thought, but considered the danger of going back home. He would be momentarily praised for bringing the Ring back... but what about when everyone found what he had done?
Legolas glanced over at Anteruth, having finally finished his tale. He was very suspicious of this elf. He thought too much. Even now, Legolas could tell he was thinking.
'He wouldn't dare rebel against me,' Legolas thought, a smirk forming on his face. 'He wouldn't dare!' Then again, would he? Was he right to trust this murderer elf? Or what if Legolas left him behind, or killed him? Would the pain start again?
All of these possibilities made Legolas frown. He had not liked the fact that something had been able to take advantage of him. What had caused that pain anyways? Was he losing his sanity?
"Aragorn! Look over here!" Aragorn followed the voice of Orophin to a mallorn tree by the riverside. They had just left the talon in search of Legolas, accompanied by the promised set of skilled hunters by Haldir.
Trotting to Orophin's kneeling form, his heart jumped. There, in front of Orophin, was an elf. He hurried closer. Orophin looked devastated. "He's one of our elves, Aragorn. Young. I knew him."
"You knew him?" Aragorn sighed, his own heart plummeting. "So he is dead?" Orophin nodded, a pained look written all over his face. "How is it that he passed away?"
Orophin put his hand over the place where Anteruth's sword had penetrated Erthan's armor. "He was stabbed, by a slightly skilled warrior. If it was meant or not, he died slowly. Painfully. But look over here, Aragorn. There is a bloody spot next to him, with a slight trail. You are a Ranger. Read it, as I have not the skills to read more."
Aragorn observed the area and nodded. "There was another person lying next to him. This person was wounded... a lot of blood was lost. Too much. Why is his body not here? But look! There is a slight indent in the ground here. Someone helped the other wounded one."
Orophin nodded as he saw what Aragorn was getting at. "Legolas?" He looked back down at the body of the elf with grief, his brow furrowed at this new information.
"Yes, it would seem so... but why would he stop and help anyone? He is cruel, unwilling to help anyone but himself. What would pull him to helping?" Aragorn paced a little.
Orophin said a small Elven prayer to the body of Erthan, then stood. "We should get him to his family. Trathen, I need you to take him. I hope we shall do without you, my comrade." Orophin gestured to one of the hunters.
Trathen dismounted his horse, a beautiful beast that he had actually obtained from a friend of his in Rohan. He was a loyal elf, and though he was disappointed that he could not join the chase, he had also known Erthan and was not about to show his feelings. "A cheerful lad he was... barely aged... but where is Anteruth? I have never seen them without each other."
With that, Trathen stepped forward, carefully lifted the Lorien Elf while brushing a hair out of Erthan's face, and mounted his horse. He nudged the Rohan beast and the company watched as Trathen galloped away. Aragorn mounted his own horse, and Orophin followed.
"Let us hurry," Aragorn said. "If what Trathen says is true, I do not doubt that Legolas was here... and he has taken Anteruth with him. Though it seems to puzzling to be true, nothing seems very true anymore."
You guys, I am desperately sorry, but I have a huge set of finals coming up, and they're worth a good chunk of my grade. Considering I'm getting all A's right now, I do not want to let that slip. Please excuse me! I swear, I'll try to update as soon as I can, and I'm sorry for such a short chappy.