Part four
A Brewing Storm
Present... .
Legolas gapped when he saw the human he knew so well tied to a tree with blood running from his leg and bruises on his face. The site chilled the elf and he shuddered. "Strider! Noooo!" he began to jerk around in the orc's grip. The rough dagger at his throat was no longer a concern. It was all about his best friend.
Aragorn heard a voice calling his name and lifted his head and looked at the struggling elf before him. "Legolas?" The human shook his head. "I thought you were dead." He groaned. "I must be dreaming."
Legolas wrenched free and fell forward before his friend against the screams of the orcs that tried to catch the slick being. His hair fell into his face, hiding his blue eyes. "No. It's really me. I've come." Aragorn looked at the disarray of blonde hair and blood marring the prince's normally flawless features.
An orc came up and gripped the blonde elf by his tunic, hauling him to his feet. "You will wish you were dreaming," it snarled. Aragorn finally saw what the intentions of his and his friend's captors were and his gray eyes widened.
"No." This was unreal. "No." He shook his head in denial. "Don't! You can't! Leave Legolas alone!"
Legolas fixed a glare of anger and fear that he felt ashamed to feel, on the human. "Shut up Strider!" His voice was tart and was filled with suppressed fears and yet there was a flicker of success. The elf knew if he kept the orcs fascination upon himself, it would give Aragorn a good chance to recover his strength. Aragorn did not catch it and all he knew was that the orcs were about to do something horrible to his best friend.
The orcs wrenched Legolas over so he was directly in front of the ranger. The prince resisted as they pressed on his shoulders, trying to push him to his knees. Their cruel nails bit into his soft flesh and the elf held back a wince. "Get down elf! Or does the human friend of yours have to suffer?"
Legolas held back a cry as the creature kicked the back of his knees with a heavy boot; bending them and sending the elf forward to the ground. As Legolas fell forward onto his knees, his eyes caught Aragorn's. The ranger held the fair being's gaze with his piercing gray one. Legolas turned his gaze away and looked at the ground. The orcs pressed a boot onto his back and ground the heel into the elf's spine. Legolas felt radiating pain spiral up his spine and into his neck. Gritting his teeth and pressing his lips into a thin, tight line, the elf remained silent.
The orc looked at the ranger and laughed. "Do you recognize this one?" Raksi chuckled coldly. The roc was going to enjoy this thoroughly. He grabbed the prince's chin from behind and forced his head to look up at the ranger. Legolas tried to pull his head free, but it was impossible. The orc then twisted his head back around to meet its red eyes filled with malice. "I have no fondness for elves nor rangers, but especially non for elves."
His voice was deathly cold and held a threat over the elf like a hammer over a nail, ready to fall. Legolas met the monster with a cold look of his own. He was one of the firstborn and he was given the strength of the firstborn, but he was not sure how long it would last. Raksi smiled a cool smile of yellow teeth. Legolas shut his eyes tightly, determined not to let the creature see into his depths. Memories were returning that were more painful than he ever thought a haunting thought could be...
Past...
Legolas woke as he felt a hand shaking his shoulder gently, well, actually it was more of a tapping. His bleary eyes opened and connected with the eyes of the ranger that stood above him with a concerned frown touching his oddly pale and thin lips. Something was wrong with the human. "Come on," said the man. "We are getting out of here," he responded to the inquisitive looks of the elf prince.
The blonde being shook his head. "We can't. Where to and to what purpose will we get freed? So they can recapture us again and teach us the most potent meaning of pain as punishment?" the fair being snapped at the startled human.
"We can pick the locks and hide in the rafters of the mines until they are gone," said Aragorn simply with a shrug of his shoulders. "The locks are rusty and should give easily."
"You are wrong," hissed the elf. "The locks are rusty and there is no point in trying, for it will be harder." Aragorn rolled his eyes.
"I should have let you sleep longer elf!" Legolas shifted and put his head back down with a snort.
"I am not the one who's wits are slumbering edain!" retorted the elf briskly.
"What is the matter?" asked Aragorn in a worried tone, the way the elf was acting so snappish was disturbing him.
"Just leave me alone!"
"Legolas-"began the man.
"Please Aragorn," begged the blonde prince in an almost tearful voice, "just leave me alone!"
Something was definitely wrong. Legolas had rarely spoke a harsh word to his friend and now he was acting all shut up and tightly with holding his true emotions. Aragorn had been around the elf long enough to know when he was hiding or wishing he could hide fear. Aragorn suddenly felt a wave of light-headedness overwhelm him and he slid back to the floor. He rested his head in his hands. When that did not relieve the pain he now felt pulsing throughout his body, he put his forehead onto his knees and moaned slightly. The poison that had been delayed, was returning in a stronger, more potent form. Legolas rose form his dark corner, and cast a alarmed glare in the human's direction. The prince knew exactly what was happening, he had been dreading it in his sleep.
"Aragorn? Aragorn!" he crawled over to the weakening mortal and lifted the man's head with a slender hand.
"It returned Legolas...it is stronger..." moaned the human between grit teeth and spasms of pain.
Before, Legolas had given up and submitted himself to his fate. Now, he felt the fire to live free leaping up in his heart. It was not for his own sake, but for the human's. They were going to get out of there, they had too. "We are going to get out mellon nin," the elf whispered gently into his friend's ear. The elf looked into the gray eyes that were sliding between unconsciousness and real the world as the venom in the wound did its evil work. "I promise you that."
The ranger smiled slightly and Legolas smiled back down comfortingly. Yet in his heart, he felt a precarious waver. "Come my friend, show me how to pick locks."
Aragorn reached into his pocket, pulling forth a needle he used to administer stitches. Legolas smiled as he thought to himself, 'only a Son of Elrond would carry around a needle and thread.'
Aragorn frowned. The needle was thin and it could snap. If it got stuck, it would not last and then the lock would jam and there would be no other opportunity. Legolas furrowed his brow as the thought crossed his mind as well. It was a great gamble, but they had to take it.
Aragorn struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on Legolas's shoulder. Legolas felt pain in his arm from the whip burns and resisted the urge to wince. Instead the elf prince wrapped his arm around the human and helped to support him. Suddenly, his sharp elven ears picked up the sound of a door being opened and a bolt being drawn back. The goblins were coming for him. Time was running out.
Aragorn had heard it too and quickly stumbled towards the lock, with Legolas supporting him every step of the way. Once they were by the door, Aragorn took the needle tip and jammed it into the lock and began to twist point around. Legolas's eyes went large as he heard the footsteps drawing nearer.
Present...
Releasing the elf's chin with a short downward thrust, Raksi removed his boot from the elf's back. He held his hand out and an orc nearby chuckled as it handed him a long leather lash. Taking the pummel of the whip, he smashed it into the side of the elf's head. Stars danced before the prince and it took all his strength to keep from falling into a daze. Aragorn jerked against his bonds. "Noooooooo! LEGOLAS!" The orc grinned evilly.
Raising the lash, he brought it down hard across the prince's shoulders. The thong ripped through the tunic, slashing the prince's wound and sending caustic pain through his back. Aragorn watched in horror as the elf's face went white with the pain of the wound being festered. The orc kissed the lash to the elf's aching back again. Legolas hissed. The pain was hard, yet not unbearable. However, the prince knew that would change soon. Aragorn felt tears in the back of his throat as he watched his friend's pain.
"Having fun yet?" Raksi asked his prisoners with a sly grin of great pleasure.
Legolas snapped at the orc, "it depends on what you call fun, doesn't it?" The creature frowned and kicked the elf hard in the ribs, causing the prince to curl into himself. Aragorn just stared. His mouth hung open, yet he did not make a sound. Inside in he was screaming, but nothing would come out verbally. Legolas looked up at the orc with a look of set ice and steel. His silver-cobalt eyes were no longer warm and friendly; they had the sinister look all elves are capable of giving; although it is usually reserved for battle situations. However, this was a battle. Elves hate orcs beyond measure so this strife was personal.
Elves never forgot what the orcs used to be and orcs didn't forget it either. There was an intense fear and hate between the creatures and they only broke each others will through death. Aragorn knew all of this and he knew that the fair being before him would take his own life before he would submit to the orc, the prince's elven pride ran deep. Aragorn hoped it would not come to that.
The orc spat on the prince. Legolas did not flinch. This angered the creature and it grunted. Whips were not going to get through to this elf. They rarely got through to any elf. The firstborn were too strong. Turning to the orc lieutenant next to him he said angrily, "fetch me the chain." He glared down at Legolas. "I want to break him sooner rather than later."
The commissioned officer smiled and answered," gladly."
Aragorn jerked against his bonds and yelled, "Don't! No! LEGOLAS!" He did not want to hear the breaking screams of the elf. "Take me! Me instead!" pleaded the ranger.
Legolas shot the ranger the icy look and growled, "Strider, I would appreciate your silence more than your begging!" He was telling the ranger to shut up and Aragorn knew it.
The orc looked at Aragorn and gave a dark frown. Going over to the human, he said, "it's not fun to have to watch your friend break is it? I didn't think so! This is only the beginning. We have another little show for you later. Sunshine here is just a warm up." He kicked Legolas pointedly. Legolas hissed as it hit a rib that was already heavily bruised.
Aragorn pondered the orcs statement. Who else had they captured? A dread fell upon his heart. Elladan and Elrohir would have come after him. No. They never got caught. They had rescued their mother without so much as a scratch. It could not be Glorfindel, the Balrog-Slayer would not let a pack of orcs take him down, he could face the nine wraiths, orcs were a mere nothing. There were not other options. It had to be one of his brothers. His heart began to beat wildly and he became numb inside. His head reeled. He was going to black out.
The orc saw the weakness in the man and kicked him sharply in the stomach. Aragorn doubled over as much as his fetters allowed. Legolas felt a fire burn in his soul and anger fumed up in him at hi friend's pain. He spun around on the ground and kicked the feet out from under the orc captain. The beast fell and landed hard on its seat. Legolas held a look of mastery in his eyes.
It was short lived when the orc stormed up and grabbed Legolas by his collar. He lifted the elf off the ground and drew the prince's face close to his own. "Look," he gestured with a twist of his head, "my partner returns. Now we shall have fun elf worm." Legolas winced at the anger and hate burning in the goblin's eyes like a huge bon fire ready to burn out of control and he felt a black fear grip his heart.
The orc threw him to the ground and snatched the chain from the orc nearby. He brought it down in great fury on the prince's worn and marred back. The links pinched him and he grunted. Aragorn looked up and he watched as his friend's body lurched with each whack of the links to his back.
Before long the prince's tunic was in tatters. Dark black and blue bruises coated his back. Legolas lay on the ground, sprawled on his chest, with his bound hands and arms above his head. His slender hands were terrifyingly pale and thin looking and trembling slightly. Aragorn could not see the elf's face, but he knew it had to be covered with blood. Blood matted the prince's hair and held it to his clammy skin.
Screams that the elf had given towards the end of the beating were incinerated in his mind, playing in his head over and over again, haunting him. Now the elf was unconscious. His breath still came in shallow, hitching gasps that stated he was not dead. The prince was practically panting. Raksi went behind the human and withdrew the bonds. Aragorn slumped forward and wriggled over to his tormented friend.
The orc looked at the ranger and smiled. The elf's blood covered the orcs hands. Aragorn felt tears burning in his eyes. Suddenly Legolas stirred and he looked up at Aragorn with eyes that dripped of pain. He gave a faint smile and lifted his head. "Strider...Estel...Hope...my Hope..." Whispered the elf between gasps of pain.
Aragorn breathed back, "I'm here Legolas, I'm here and I won't leave you so don't you leave me."
The orc snarled at them and said, "recover while you can, I'll be back." He stomped off, wiping the elf's blood from his hand across his cheek in a crimson-silvery smear.
Legolas listened to the orc go. Aragorn said again, "don't leave me Legolas. Don't leave me and go without me mellon nin."
Legolas lay his head back down and whispered, "I'm going under. Aragorn I can't stop it." The elf closed his eyes in pain. "...I'm ...sorry."
Aragorn looked at his friend and tears streamed down his cheek. Legolas reached up to wipe them gently away with a frail hand. "It will be okay Aragorn, you will see."
"No. It's not okay. You won't be here anymore. They beat you to death."
"Not to death Aragorn. I am still breathing, you act as though I'm already dead!" The elf grinned a smile with a touch of blood showing on his teeth in a way that disturbed the ranger. Legolas raised his head again, but the man bracketed his hands around the elf's flushed face and eased the prince's head back down. Aragorn was struck numb by how the elf was taking this all rather well.
Just then the snap of brush announced Raksi's return. Aragorn snapped his head up to see what new devilry the creature was bringing now and Legolas's blue eyes swirled in the direction of the noise. To his surprise he saw it was not Raksi, but another orc. A figure was limping before it. Aragorn could not make the figure out, but the way it walked was so familiar. The being before the orc fell and Aragorn head a muffled cry escape its lips as the orc kicked the being sharply. "Walk and don't cause no trouble now," growled the orc menacingly. Aragorn winced as he saw the figure rise and moan. Legolas's eyes were huge.
Aragorn looked down at his friend. "I won't let them hurt you again."
Legolas frowned. "No... It's not that. Unless my eyes are cheated, that is Elrohir or Elladan they have." Since they were twins and the prince was half dazed, he could not tell the difference. Aragorn felt a lump growing in his throat. He squinted and glared through the mist. His fears were confirmed when an injured elf was thrust forward and the fair being stumbled.
Aragorn caught him and the twin's raven hair spilled across the human's lap like liquid midnight. Aragorn could hear the hitching breath and he felt the Son of Elrond's body tremble. Aragorn whispered the twin's name as recognition came to him. "Oh Elrohir... What did they do to you brother?" He saw the dry blood on the twin's lip and around his nose and he could not help but wince.
The twin smiled up slightly and replied haltingly, "nothing -yet...it was that bloody horse of mine...coward." Aragorn chuckled wryly.
"Really, I told you it may be fast but it is totally timid as well. -That's why it has to be so fast," jested the ranger dryly. Elrohir grinned and Aragorn saw the pain reflecting behind the older brother's eyes. "What is hurt?"
Elrohir groaned and said, "the horse slammed me into a tree because we ran into a couple of trolls. I broke my leg," Elrohir said briskly with as little detail as possible. The ranger could have sworn he heard the Son of Elrond muttering curses at the absent horse under his breath.
"May I see it?" asked the human softly.
"No. Glorfindel already had a look at it," came the equally soft response. Suddenly, the orc came up and grasped Elrohir's tunic, wrenching him off of his younger brother who emitted a cry. The monster then flung Elrohir aside to the ground again. The elf gave a muffled scream of pain as he felt his bad leg jolt to the ground. Even the great elven warrior could not suppress the pain as weak as he was in this state.
Next the creature looked at Legolas and placed his boot beneath the prince's chest. Aragorn did not know what to do. He was torn between his brother, and the prince who was like a brother. Rolling the blonde elf over, the orc said almost regretfully, "not long before he takes the 'long sleep'." Aragorn knew the creature was just regretting not having longer to play with the prince. His knowledge was proven when the orc said, "we could have gotten to know each other so well."
Legolas looked up at the orc and spat, "that may very well be spawn of Morgoth, but I already know all about you!"
The creature looked thoughtfully at the elf. Then he said forebodingly, "we'll talk later." He did not even bother to check the bonds of Legolas, he knew the elf was too weak to try anything.
The orc turned back on Elrohir, who was sitting up and glaring at the orc. "Now it is your turn." Elrohir looked at the ranger and he felt his heart wrench. He had let his younger brother down. The orc saw the emotion that the Noldo held for the human flash between them and he smiled a cold smile. He had a better idea. Hearing screams of pain from the elves was getting dull. He had no problem with emotional pain, which could be very interesting. Elrohir knew that the beast was planning a different torment for him, he did not know if he could bear it if his guess was correct. He had a feeling it could be worse than what Legolas had received but in a more evil way to his soul. The orc came over and gripped Elrohir by his shoulders, digging his claws into the elf's soft flesh. Elrohir winced as the monster began to drag him across the ground.
Elrohir was not going to go easy and he flipped in the orc's grip, twisting free. The dark-haired elf landed on his chest and rolled clear of the orc's punishing kick meant for he side of his head. Aragorn reached his feet out and tripped the beast as it floundered after the raven-haired twin.
The orc fell, but as it fell, it twisted and landed on Elrohir's bad leg, sending a spasm of pain up his limb and spine. Elrohir emitted a small cry. Instantly Aragorn felt guilty. He had done that. He had tripped the orc onto his brother. He had caused his brother's pain.
Elrohir gave him a look that was a cross between fear and sorrow. He knew what the ranger was thinking, but he also knew it was not the human's fault. Aragorn had only tried to help, it was the orc who had twisted his body to crush him, not Estel.
The orc stormed up and snarled at the human. "You live to regret that!" it snapped sharply. Glaring down at the grimacing Elrohir, he said, "Come here you elf wretch!" Elrohir had no breath left for fighting after the crushing weight of the orc had squeezed it out of him.
The orc reached down and dragged the Son of Elrond up to his feet. Then, he slammed the fair being's back against the tree that had held Aragorn only moments ago. The evil being drew out his knife and placed it along the twin's cheek, trying to psychologically freak the elf out before he began with the real amusement. Elrohir did not flinch away, but remained defiantly antagonistic. The creature snarled and spat on the twin. Elrohir thought grimly, 'I should cleave off your miserable head, then how would you spit on me?' However, at the moment that was not one of the twin's options.
The orc then took the blade and cut the bonds off the elf's wrist. Aragorn watched on in horror. What were they doing to his brother? Elrohir gave him a look that plainly said for him to keep his peace.
Why did the elves always do that? They always, even in the ancient tales, sacrificed themselves for their friend's, especially men. They also had a tendency to take things, such as pain, quietly, which is why he was disturbed about Legolas. Aragorn felt that the prince's and his brother's pain were his entire fault and he wanted to weep.
To Elrohir, the answer was simple. Elves were the firstborn, men were like their little brothers. It was therefore their responsibility to protect them and guide them, just as it was their task to keep Middle Earth. Aragorn was not just a brother symbolically though, he wasn't by blood either, he just was his brother. Long ago the family of Noldor elves had taken in the ranger and now, he was a part of them and would always be. Elrohir would go anywhere and do anything for his little brother. There was no real reason, other than an unconditional love that was unexplainable as well.
The orc yanked and twisted Elrohir's arms behind him, binding them again with extreme tightness. Aragorn saw a flash of pain go across his elder brother's face then vanish just as fast as it came. Elrohir felt his fingers go numb as the blood flow was cut off from them. He tested the fetters and found out with regret, that they were hardly unfit for their task.
Legolas looked on dismayed at the turn of events. He wanted to die. Pain coursed through his body and he felt absolutely worthless. He was of no use to his friends and he felt he was no longer needed.
Raksi came back and saw the prince's defiant yet peaceful look and knew exactly what the elf was thinking. Legolas was going to end his own life rather than be used against his friend again. This was not allowed.
They should have captured the elf sooner. He was thought to have been dead then or near to it, but the orc captain should have known better than that. He was not about to let the elf , the toy he had missed the first time, elude him again.
Gripping the elf prince by his collar, he began to drag immortal away, but elves were not as light as they looked. This one was bleeding and was even heavier because he was letting all of his weight fall onto the ground, too battered and bruised to fight back or support himself. The orc could not drag the prince along like this, or the trip alone would kill him. Raksi did not want that yet. Reluctantly, the beast came and placed an arm under Legolas's knees and another beneath his back and neck, and in this fashion, hauled the elf away from his friends, carrying him into the darkness. Legolas closed his eyes and sighed as he felt consciousness leave him once again.
Elrohir watched the events before him and felt a heavy darkness fall onto his heart, which, like all elves, was immortal and very sensitive. The grief the elves felt was impossible for the other lesser races to fathom.
The orc that stood before Elrohir smiled cruelly and said, "there is a little change in plans my dark-haired friend." He turned his hateful gaze upon the ranger. Going over, grabbed Aragorn by the front of his tunic and threw him onto his knees before Elrohir, who was jerking against his bonds. His eyes flickered with anger and fear for his younger brother.
The orc acted almost casual about his movements. He slowly circled the ranger and drew out his scimitar. Aragorn swiveled on his knees to keep his eyes locked in his opponent's. The orc suddenly kicked out and knocked the ranger onto his back. Elrohir threw himself against his bonds with a steadily fueled wrath. They dug sharply into his wrists, but he brushed the pain aside.
"Stop it you monster!" he growled in a low rumble. The orc laughed and placed his sword to Aragorn's wrist. Elrohir did not understand this movement, but he was one hundred percent certain that it was not in the man's best interest.
"You tell me what you want me to do elfy. Tell me, should I cut him apart slowly before your gawking eyes?" He dug the scimitar threateningly into the human's skin, pricking it slightly. Elrohir felt a shudder run through him and he dropped his gaze. Now he knew why the blade had been placed against the ranger's wrist. The thought chilled him to the bone and he felt a wave of doubt sweep over him, doubt that either of them would survive the night.
The orc continued with its taunting, "its your choice my little pretty." He voice antagonized the Noldo to the core and Elrohir could have sworn under pain of death that he felt his heart tremble and waver.
"Please, take me instead. Please," offered the twin, almost begging, to the large orc between he and his brother.
The orc chuckled again and said, "sorry, I know how you elves work. You can take physical pain to an extent." Here the orc gestured with a hand back towards the direction the prince had been taken. "But to see others in pain, it kills you inside and eats at yer souls."
Elrohir looked and watched as Aragorn's breath accelerated and his face blanched. That was his brother. Then he knew what the orc wanted him to do, perhaps he had known all along. The creature wanted the elf to feel inferior and defenseless. Even though Elrohir was not feeling this way now, he did not want Aragorn's pain to be the reason why he broke. He wanted it to be his own pain. If he could get the orc to turn from the ranger, perhaps Aragorn could get Legolas and they could escape.
"You know you can't break me, so you pick on the human you know you can utterly destroy! You are a sniveling coward!" snarled the elf and he spat in the orc's direction.
The creature turned on him and backhanded the elf sharply. New blood ran from Elrohir's lip. He licked it absent-mindedly. Aragorn jumped up and said in almost a scream, "You keep your dirty hands off of my brother!" The orc ignored him for then.
The orc snapped icily, "watch yer mouth elf! Unless you wish to find yourself in a very uncomfortable place." Elrohir stared back defiantly and with the glimmer of battle sparkling with a white fire in his eyes.
"What could be more 'uncomfortable' than this?" he snarled bitterly to the evil being in the high tongue of Quenya. Nothing was, nothing in the world. The orc kicked dark-haired elf's fractured limb with a quick blow that sent a wave of pain washing over the wound. Then the orc spun around, smacking the ranger across the face with such force, he knocked the mortal to the ground.
A chilling rain began to fall and lightning lit up the sky in a colorful flash of purple, followed by a horrendous clap of thunder that made everybody jump. Elrohir hoped Elladan and Glorfindel were safe, and he could not help but wonder, where did the orcs take Legolas?
Glorfindel suddenly stopped and cocked his head, listening. He turned to Elladan, who was walking quietly behind him. "Do you hear anything? Like hooves perhaps?"
Elladan gave Glorfindel a strange look and listened intently. A soft steady sound; like a galloping horse, could be heard by his sharp elven ears. "Yes." He looked at Glorfindel with a look that showed he had suspicions of his own.
The Gondolin elf smiled. "They are the hoof beats of Asfaloth, for no other horse has feet that light." Elladan's face still remained clouded.
"Then where is Elrohir?" A darkness swept across the Balrog-Slayer's face. He had not thought of that so used was he to hearing his horse's footfall.
Before long the white stallion came crashing through the brush and slowed to a trot when he saw his master and friend, Glorfindel. The golden-haired elf hailed the horse warmly, "whoa Asfaloth. Steady, steady." The horse snorted and pressed his muzzle against the Gondolin elf's chest in a sort of hug and greeting. Glorfindel stroked the animal's mane and slick neck.
Elladan came up behind Glorfindel and his face was contorted. "He is riderless!" lamented the dark-haired elf with a cry of dismay. Glorfindel nodded gravely. Something was terribly wrong.
He looked up at the sky as he heard raindrops falling before they even hit the ground. They needed to find shelter, a storm was coming. The air smelled heavily of rain to come. Storm clouds were brewing.
TBC... He-he! A not so sinister cliffie! The elf/ranger killer cat was sleeping LOL.
Where is Leggy? Hmmmmmmm... you will just have to wait for the next post! And what of the ranger?...Muahahahahahahahahaha!
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Only was able to respond to questions cuz of a time crunch! We hate it when this happens! Sorry! Thanks to you if you did review!
Requiana Nooo! I (we) will never tire!
Elrrina Amanya Don't hurt Celeb's baby kitty clutches cat to her chest in a huge hug -even though there is not doubt he deserves it! Glad you liked the friendship stuff. He-he, ...Sunshine...ha-ha...it is rather funny we must agree ROTFL Back in his right mind...? Legolas...? Nah! He is...sort of we suppose. The phrases...hmmmm...well...I (we) kind of care and kind of don't (if that makes any sense at all)...thanks for telling us. You think we were fairly accurate 0o? Cool! We thought everything was getting too AU...but maybe we were wrong. shrugs shoulders
Strider's Girl About El and Leggy meeting Raksi-nice try! No Gandalf this story, although I bet our friends, the elf and ranger, wish he was! Yes...the trailer quote applies to the ranger! Good guess! But that is later on...much later! Muahahahaha! he-he, the cat showed his face just now and said that it should not be used until the next chappie or so. We agree with him (wincing as cat gives evil/threatening glare directed at authors) Oh- reason behind ranger capture and elf wounding, it will gradually be told as the stroy unfolds, that's all part of it.
Joee 1 Celeb's bravery? Thank you, but you must remember there is a fine line between stupidity and bravery. For Celeb's part, it is hard to tell which side of it she was on. Hmmmmm...and Extended Edition? You had better make that before anything else, please? For us? gives puppy eyes w/ trembling chin you can't say no to two faces like this can you? We didn't think you could! We really want you to write more 'bout Leggy and his little misadventure that nearly turned fatal. It is very interesting and Celeb was sorely disappointed when she saw it was so short.