Summery: Legolas was the pride and joy of his father's heart until a tragic
experience maims his soul and mind, forcing him to leave everything he has
ever known. Aragorn was running away from a world where he felt that he
would never fit in. And when their paths cross, nothing will ever be the
same.
Disclaimer: Owning this story? Yes. Owning Tolkien's work? I can only dream.
Warnings: Elf torture, angst, violence, harassment, fever, blood, etc. I go along the idea that Arathorn and his wife were both killed, so Aragorn's only family is Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir. Aragorn is about twenty and has only recently been told of his heritage. Legolas, for his part, is younger than Elrond, and has only his father for family. Elvish= ~Elvish words~. Flashbacks will be written in //these things//This is my first fic, a.k.a; pardon my mistakes.
After the Storm
Chapter Four: All that Glitters
Tangled hair of spun sunlight tumbled around a face like white marble, accenting deep blue eyes that seemed to hold crystal stars and forgotten worlds.
Aragorn shivered unconsciously at the knowledge that seemed to reflect in their depths from the hearts of the Valar themselves.
Softly parted lips breathed quickly in fear of the strong Man, and the tips of pointed ears stood out from the other's head, straining to hear signs of danger so that the Elf could flee like a frightened deer once Aragorn let his guard down.
"You are my rescuer," he spoke simply, voicing the thoughts that pounded through his head. It felt right on his lips, those perfect words. Though he could not explain how, Aragorn knew that this was to whom his great debt was owed. "You saved my life."
The ethereally beautiful creature gazed dully at him with barely focused eyes, diamond tears glistening in his own light from within. The Man felt monstrous at the evils that he had so rashly committed upon this fair Elf. Gently, he untied the rough knots around the other's hands and feet, his eyes never leaving the sapphire ones above.
"Please, my friend, do not leave me. I owe you too great a price and I feel that I must repay you. At least allow me to share my fire tonight."
The Man knew how useless it was to even begin giving back a significant amount of his immense gratitude with a mere fire, and he regretted the words before they left his mouth. Yet to his wonder, his hero nodded slightly, a hint of longing in his eyes. He followed the Ranger, although great trembles wreaked havoc on his lithe form as he did so.
As they traveled closer to the light of Aragorn's camp, he mused on the soul that had saved him. The Elf was weak and frightened, that was true, but he was as sorrowful and lovely as a fallen star. He had obviously been strong and wise for a time. He felt his throat close and ache when he looked upon him. It was as if seeing a spirit without a body, its grandeur torn away, leaving only traces of power. The thought made him shudder in horror.
The firelight shone in welcome as the two sat on the stone floor.
"Would you like lembas, perhaps?" Aragorn asked him quietly. "I have plenty of water, and a few pieces of dried meat, if you would like some. If there is anything that I can give you, I shall."
The stranger looked at him mournfully, as if there was something that he needed to say, but no sound other than his quick breathing left his mouth, seemingly to his own deep regret. Slowly, he gestured towards Aragorn's blankets, trying to insist that the Ranger should sleep. Aragorn tilted his head in curiosity before sitting near the rumpled cloth.
"Are you certain that there is no more that I may do? At the very least, I would have you take a blanket."
He knew that his Elven rescuer could not feel the night's chill, but the creature looked to be in need of comfort. Lifting the soft wool into his hands, he draped it over the other's thin shoulders with care, feeling the Elf wince when he drew closer.
"Thank you for saving me," Aragorn whispered as he drew back, pulling his remaining blanket closely around his strong form.
"Go ahead, filth. Thank the Elf. You were too frail to save yourself and you know that."
He shut his eyes as tight as he could to shield himself from the pain before falling into a fitful sleep.
//It was a magnificent feeling of sheer power. There was a shuddering feeling of control within him, and yet a spiral of disarray that he had never tasted before. His heart beat loudly with excitement, and every breath that he took was like the first he had ever breathed. He was the overlord now! No one could order him to do anything without his consent any longer! He was free!
Elrond looked up at his foster son in pure disbelief. His cheek burned fiercely, more from the inside than actual pain. His beloved son had hit him? He could scarcely believe it.
Aragorn's eyes were wild with the wonder of the moment. The thrill of halting what had caused him so much pain gave him a sickening glee that he had never felt before. He looked down at his father in disgust, his handsome face twisted into a smirk.
"No," he hissed. "It is you who must come to reason, my Lord."
The Man used the title like a revolting insult, the very thought of his father making him ill.
"I am not Isildur's heir! I will never be Aragorn, and I am not your son! Do not tell me what to do with my life!"
"If you are not Aragorn, and you are not my Estel, then who are you?" Elrond asked him sagely.
There was a moment of silence that seemed to last a century before Aragorn answered cruelly, "I am no one. I will always be no one."
He turned abruptly and left the room, stealing a bow and quiver on the way outside. Elladan blocked his way when he attempted to enter the stables, having heard the argument from nearby.
"Stop this, my brother," the Elf whispered softly. "It doesn't need to be this way. Accept your destiny and remain here a while longer."
His pain was evident as his eyes caught the Man's own. His little brother was growing up, and within the millennia he would perish. He loved Aragorn too deeply for that to occur. He wanted to beat time away with all of his might. He wanted to keep his Estel safe from its clutches forever.
"Please, Estel."
Aragorn closed his eyes briefly as Elladan's trembling fingers stroked his brown hair before forcing him back and untying Thalion. Elrohir ran to them from the archery field when he sensed his twin's bleeding heart.
"What is amiss?" he whispered breathlessly.
Elladan climbed atop the closest horse and urged it forward.
"Aragorn!" Elrond shouted as rushed to the stable. The words struck the Man like a sword through his heart as he heard his brothers' steeds attempt to reach him. Aragorn laughed. Thalion was the fasted horse in Rivendell besides Glorfindel's own noble beast. Their effort was all to be in vain.
Tears flowed freely down Elladan's cheeks, torn away by the winds. They were going to lose Aragorn to his own denial.
"Estel!" he screamed to his young brother. "Come back to us, Estel!"
Aragorn kept laughing, much to their dismay. Elrohir was filled with a fiery anger as he urged Malloth beyond her limits. The horse neighed loudly in protest as she caught up to her better as the two reached the same pace. Elrohir threw himself onto Thalion's strong back, wrapping his arms around Aragorn's waist.
"You will come home," he ordered in pain. "You will mend my father's heart, and apologize to Elladan."
Aragorn commanded Thalion to rear, the horse whined softly. This was the kind Elf who gave him the sweetest apples! He did not want to hurt him!
Estel kicked the horse's sides. Thalion raised himself onto his hind legs just as Aragorn tore Elrohir's hands away.
Elrohir released a cry as he fell into the dirt. With a horrible crack, his ribs broke beneath him and he rolled over hard ground with the weight of his impact. A heartrending sob broke through the air, and then he knew no more.//
He observed the twitching Dùnadan with a childlike curiosity, his fingers running lightly over the blanket around his slender frame. The Man was moaning loudly, obviously in great torment. He let the corners of his lips rise into a shaky smile.
It was another sign.
The first had been the anger, the easiest to recognize. This one had dealt with it by riding across the land, never a wise idea, for that had brought about many Orcs.
Destroying them so viciously had been the next sign, the beginning threads for a cloak of obsession for the pain of others, although the slaying of the pathetic beasts was a better way to release a rage than the deaths of the innocent.
This young one was fortunate that he had taken an interest in him; leastwise he would be brutally killed by the giant Orc that had found him.
"Ada."
The Elf furrowed his brow in pity, his eyes softening as he looked upon the Ranger's face.
"Please, Ada," he whimpered. "I am so sorry."
Tears tricked down his dirty cheeks and he twisted pitifully as he begged for comfort and release from his throbbing heart.
He turned his head from the sad sight. A small part of him longed to soothe the choking Man, to pacify his fear like the gentle creature that he truly was. The tiny voice inside of his head pleaded to make the feverish thing before him rest peacefully, yet it was weak and quickly drowned out by the echoing screams in his ears and his fear for Men. Another little piece of his soul wanted to kill the wretched beast in a hopeless revenge, though it was thankfully overcome for the moment.
His eyes widened and he almost cried out when a limp hand fell upon his own. He yanked his hand from underneath the other's sweaty fingers, breathing quickly and in agitation.
That had hurt him badly. The Elf's body trembled without his consent as he held his arm to his chest as if burned. The young Man frowned and whimpered, turning to face the wall.
"I am so sorry, Elladan," he sobbed.
Elladan? He knew that name. He had a twin brother, did he not? Elrahar? He sighed in frustration. If only the realm of dreams would allow his passing! All that he wanted to do was sleep. To close his eyes and rest as mortals did. He would not mind nightmares, if only he could hide himself from the harshness of reality, although merely for a night.
Slowly, he crept near the crying Ranger, clasping his wrist in grim determination as he shook in terror like a frightened rabbit. He bound his voice to do his will and tried to calm the Man.
"Shh." he whispered as his throat throbbed in pain. "Shh."
Ai, Valar! That made his heart pound mercilessly in his ears as he paled with anguish. His world reeled and dimmed before his eyes, his head screaming in pain.
Yet it had a different effect on the pained dreamer. He calmed as soon as he heard the melodious sound of the Elf's voice.
"Ada?" he whispered, before sinking into a deep sleep.
He stared numbly at the peaceful face of the sleeping Man for a long moment before releasing his arm and walking silently to the cold grey stone of the cave wall. The horse awoke to follow him, gently nuzzling the beautiful Elf child. He buried his cold fingers in the warm, flowing mane and stroked it tenderly, his heart tearing itself apart inside.
It wasn't fair.
Why did the Dùnadan receive a loving family? Why had he run from those who cared for him so?
The horse nibbled affectionately on his hair, yet to no avail, for he had grown harsh and bitter inside, and only one creature could cure him.
He wanted his family, and no mere beast could give that. He was too broken now for anyone to love him, and too ruined. Too maimed.
I could kill them, he mused. I could begin with the mortal, and murder him slowly while I look at his pain. I could hold his blood in my hands.
A jubilant feeling tickled his chest like a dancing flame, and he smiled sadistically.
Then I would laugh, young one. I would laugh so long and hard that it will take days to cease. That would be so wonderful, to see you bleed. It would make me heal again, I know it.
He closed his eyes and listened to the screams that he could already feel, the fear that he could taste. He would avenge himself for the vile fate that he had been dealt. It would make him feel better, to see every wound mirrored on the pathetic thing before him. That would make his family find him again!
Then the feeling grew more powerful, and stopped feeling so magnificent. It began to hurt him, and he frowned in pain as his throat ached.
It would be wrong to hurt the little one, he thought. Not whilst he had a chance to save himself before evil stained his soul as it had already done to his own spirit already.
The beast sniffed his delicately pointed ear as the Elf pulled his legs into his chest and rested his chin on his knees.
He would see. He was watching them both even as he sat here broken, because he wanted him. He loved his pet. So the unearthly creature quaked and tried to find comfort behind his tightly clenched eyes.
Yet he did not cry.
Alright! Who's the queen of torture? C'mon, people!
Sorry. I had to get that out of my system. I cannot believe that took so long! I have had way too much homework these two weeks! But I am so glad I finished that chapter! Unfortunately, my evil muse has run out of juice. That's what you get when you buy those things off E-bay, though. She's playing dollies with my little sister right now.
Meanwhile.
Rachel: Mrs. Fluffiums gets the blue dress, and Sally B. Honeynut gets the yellow dress.Hey! What's so funny?
Muse: (Between fits of laughter) H-honey, and then, n-nut! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Rachel: You're weird.
Muse: We, and t-then, ird! That's hilarious!
Rachel: You're a senile loser, and you are permanently banned from the Tea Party Guild!
Muse: I have a weasel in my pants.
(Rachel is now very confused)
Rachel: You're a freak, aren't you?
Muse: (Winks) And remember, only you can prevent forest fires!
(My sister edges away very slowly)
Rachel: Maybe you should hug Sally B. Honeynut.
Muse: Yummy! (Stuffs doll in her mouth)
Rachel: Sally! No! She was so young, struck down the prime of life!
(She sobs for a grand total of 5 seconds before picking up her purse)
Rachel: Screw this! Let's hit the mall!
Muse: With a mallet?
Rachel: Knock yourself out.
Muse: Way cool!
Back to me.
Actually, she's much scarier now! But until she fully revives, I need the support of my friends, family, and most of all, my reviewers!
Tinnuial: Yeah, I do love to taunt people; it's the coolest hobby. I'll try to meet your expectations. Thanks for reviewing!
LOTRFaith: Legolas's fear? Whatever do you mean? (Smiles innocently) How do you know that it is Legolas? There are many mysterious people who spy on Men in caves in the dead of night. I'm really sorry that I posted so late. School got me as well. Thanks for the praise!
Fantasia3: It's just the normal deal, you know. it means either 1. There is an Elf in this chapter, 2. Legolas is in this chapter, 3. There is Elf torture in this chapter, or 4. There is good stuff for both Elf and Legolas lovers in this chapter. Nothing too high tech.
angelbird12241: Thanks! Here's more for you!
Tis a Pirate's Life for I: Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!! Man, if this is what caffeine does to people, I need to invest in Coca Cola. However, on the hopefully likely chance that your review was not soda induced, I apologize for the delay. I also beg you to keep reviewing!!!!!
RougeElf: I'm really sorry I posted so late. School is a real bummer. Thanks for the review!!
Ymmas Sirron: You are? Really? This calls for my happy dance! (THE FOLLOWING SCENE HAS BEEN CENSORED DUE TO THE AUTHOR'S HORRIBLE DANCING. THANK YOU) Stupid announcer guy. I'm not that bad. But thanks a million for your input!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ElvenWitch2: More? Yes. Soon? Sadly no. My typing speeds have been compared to the musical stylings of sushi, as explained earlier. Thanks!
leggylover3: I think that my little flashback did the trick, but I believe that the only long- term cure is to keep reading! Again, I'm really sorry that took so long. Thanks for reviewing!
Elenillor: Ooo! Great minds think alike! Elf torture is so cool! And look! You discovered that the rescuer and the Elf were one and the same before anyone else! Keeping Tolkien's dialect has been a real challenge for me from the very beginning. Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bill the Pony2: Everyone is so paranoid. Just because Legolas is in this story, it doesn't mean that he has spare time to waste saving future Kings. He could be saving anyone. My hero. I'm sorry that I posted so late. Thanks and namárië!
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Next Chapter: New victims and new angst!
Disclaimer: Owning this story? Yes. Owning Tolkien's work? I can only dream.
Warnings: Elf torture, angst, violence, harassment, fever, blood, etc. I go along the idea that Arathorn and his wife were both killed, so Aragorn's only family is Elrond, Elladan, and Elrohir. Aragorn is about twenty and has only recently been told of his heritage. Legolas, for his part, is younger than Elrond, and has only his father for family. Elvish= ~Elvish words~. Flashbacks will be written in //these things//This is my first fic, a.k.a; pardon my mistakes.
After the Storm
Chapter Four: All that Glitters
Tangled hair of spun sunlight tumbled around a face like white marble, accenting deep blue eyes that seemed to hold crystal stars and forgotten worlds.
Aragorn shivered unconsciously at the knowledge that seemed to reflect in their depths from the hearts of the Valar themselves.
Softly parted lips breathed quickly in fear of the strong Man, and the tips of pointed ears stood out from the other's head, straining to hear signs of danger so that the Elf could flee like a frightened deer once Aragorn let his guard down.
"You are my rescuer," he spoke simply, voicing the thoughts that pounded through his head. It felt right on his lips, those perfect words. Though he could not explain how, Aragorn knew that this was to whom his great debt was owed. "You saved my life."
The ethereally beautiful creature gazed dully at him with barely focused eyes, diamond tears glistening in his own light from within. The Man felt monstrous at the evils that he had so rashly committed upon this fair Elf. Gently, he untied the rough knots around the other's hands and feet, his eyes never leaving the sapphire ones above.
"Please, my friend, do not leave me. I owe you too great a price and I feel that I must repay you. At least allow me to share my fire tonight."
The Man knew how useless it was to even begin giving back a significant amount of his immense gratitude with a mere fire, and he regretted the words before they left his mouth. Yet to his wonder, his hero nodded slightly, a hint of longing in his eyes. He followed the Ranger, although great trembles wreaked havoc on his lithe form as he did so.
As they traveled closer to the light of Aragorn's camp, he mused on the soul that had saved him. The Elf was weak and frightened, that was true, but he was as sorrowful and lovely as a fallen star. He had obviously been strong and wise for a time. He felt his throat close and ache when he looked upon him. It was as if seeing a spirit without a body, its grandeur torn away, leaving only traces of power. The thought made him shudder in horror.
The firelight shone in welcome as the two sat on the stone floor.
"Would you like lembas, perhaps?" Aragorn asked him quietly. "I have plenty of water, and a few pieces of dried meat, if you would like some. If there is anything that I can give you, I shall."
The stranger looked at him mournfully, as if there was something that he needed to say, but no sound other than his quick breathing left his mouth, seemingly to his own deep regret. Slowly, he gestured towards Aragorn's blankets, trying to insist that the Ranger should sleep. Aragorn tilted his head in curiosity before sitting near the rumpled cloth.
"Are you certain that there is no more that I may do? At the very least, I would have you take a blanket."
He knew that his Elven rescuer could not feel the night's chill, but the creature looked to be in need of comfort. Lifting the soft wool into his hands, he draped it over the other's thin shoulders with care, feeling the Elf wince when he drew closer.
"Thank you for saving me," Aragorn whispered as he drew back, pulling his remaining blanket closely around his strong form.
"Go ahead, filth. Thank the Elf. You were too frail to save yourself and you know that."
He shut his eyes as tight as he could to shield himself from the pain before falling into a fitful sleep.
//It was a magnificent feeling of sheer power. There was a shuddering feeling of control within him, and yet a spiral of disarray that he had never tasted before. His heart beat loudly with excitement, and every breath that he took was like the first he had ever breathed. He was the overlord now! No one could order him to do anything without his consent any longer! He was free!
Elrond looked up at his foster son in pure disbelief. His cheek burned fiercely, more from the inside than actual pain. His beloved son had hit him? He could scarcely believe it.
Aragorn's eyes were wild with the wonder of the moment. The thrill of halting what had caused him so much pain gave him a sickening glee that he had never felt before. He looked down at his father in disgust, his handsome face twisted into a smirk.
"No," he hissed. "It is you who must come to reason, my Lord."
The Man used the title like a revolting insult, the very thought of his father making him ill.
"I am not Isildur's heir! I will never be Aragorn, and I am not your son! Do not tell me what to do with my life!"
"If you are not Aragorn, and you are not my Estel, then who are you?" Elrond asked him sagely.
There was a moment of silence that seemed to last a century before Aragorn answered cruelly, "I am no one. I will always be no one."
He turned abruptly and left the room, stealing a bow and quiver on the way outside. Elladan blocked his way when he attempted to enter the stables, having heard the argument from nearby.
"Stop this, my brother," the Elf whispered softly. "It doesn't need to be this way. Accept your destiny and remain here a while longer."
His pain was evident as his eyes caught the Man's own. His little brother was growing up, and within the millennia he would perish. He loved Aragorn too deeply for that to occur. He wanted to beat time away with all of his might. He wanted to keep his Estel safe from its clutches forever.
"Please, Estel."
Aragorn closed his eyes briefly as Elladan's trembling fingers stroked his brown hair before forcing him back and untying Thalion. Elrohir ran to them from the archery field when he sensed his twin's bleeding heart.
"What is amiss?" he whispered breathlessly.
Elladan climbed atop the closest horse and urged it forward.
"Aragorn!" Elrond shouted as rushed to the stable. The words struck the Man like a sword through his heart as he heard his brothers' steeds attempt to reach him. Aragorn laughed. Thalion was the fasted horse in Rivendell besides Glorfindel's own noble beast. Their effort was all to be in vain.
Tears flowed freely down Elladan's cheeks, torn away by the winds. They were going to lose Aragorn to his own denial.
"Estel!" he screamed to his young brother. "Come back to us, Estel!"
Aragorn kept laughing, much to their dismay. Elrohir was filled with a fiery anger as he urged Malloth beyond her limits. The horse neighed loudly in protest as she caught up to her better as the two reached the same pace. Elrohir threw himself onto Thalion's strong back, wrapping his arms around Aragorn's waist.
"You will come home," he ordered in pain. "You will mend my father's heart, and apologize to Elladan."
Aragorn commanded Thalion to rear, the horse whined softly. This was the kind Elf who gave him the sweetest apples! He did not want to hurt him!
Estel kicked the horse's sides. Thalion raised himself onto his hind legs just as Aragorn tore Elrohir's hands away.
Elrohir released a cry as he fell into the dirt. With a horrible crack, his ribs broke beneath him and he rolled over hard ground with the weight of his impact. A heartrending sob broke through the air, and then he knew no more.//
He observed the twitching Dùnadan with a childlike curiosity, his fingers running lightly over the blanket around his slender frame. The Man was moaning loudly, obviously in great torment. He let the corners of his lips rise into a shaky smile.
It was another sign.
The first had been the anger, the easiest to recognize. This one had dealt with it by riding across the land, never a wise idea, for that had brought about many Orcs.
Destroying them so viciously had been the next sign, the beginning threads for a cloak of obsession for the pain of others, although the slaying of the pathetic beasts was a better way to release a rage than the deaths of the innocent.
This young one was fortunate that he had taken an interest in him; leastwise he would be brutally killed by the giant Orc that had found him.
"Ada."
The Elf furrowed his brow in pity, his eyes softening as he looked upon the Ranger's face.
"Please, Ada," he whimpered. "I am so sorry."
Tears tricked down his dirty cheeks and he twisted pitifully as he begged for comfort and release from his throbbing heart.
He turned his head from the sad sight. A small part of him longed to soothe the choking Man, to pacify his fear like the gentle creature that he truly was. The tiny voice inside of his head pleaded to make the feverish thing before him rest peacefully, yet it was weak and quickly drowned out by the echoing screams in his ears and his fear for Men. Another little piece of his soul wanted to kill the wretched beast in a hopeless revenge, though it was thankfully overcome for the moment.
His eyes widened and he almost cried out when a limp hand fell upon his own. He yanked his hand from underneath the other's sweaty fingers, breathing quickly and in agitation.
That had hurt him badly. The Elf's body trembled without his consent as he held his arm to his chest as if burned. The young Man frowned and whimpered, turning to face the wall.
"I am so sorry, Elladan," he sobbed.
Elladan? He knew that name. He had a twin brother, did he not? Elrahar? He sighed in frustration. If only the realm of dreams would allow his passing! All that he wanted to do was sleep. To close his eyes and rest as mortals did. He would not mind nightmares, if only he could hide himself from the harshness of reality, although merely for a night.
Slowly, he crept near the crying Ranger, clasping his wrist in grim determination as he shook in terror like a frightened rabbit. He bound his voice to do his will and tried to calm the Man.
"Shh." he whispered as his throat throbbed in pain. "Shh."
Ai, Valar! That made his heart pound mercilessly in his ears as he paled with anguish. His world reeled and dimmed before his eyes, his head screaming in pain.
Yet it had a different effect on the pained dreamer. He calmed as soon as he heard the melodious sound of the Elf's voice.
"Ada?" he whispered, before sinking into a deep sleep.
He stared numbly at the peaceful face of the sleeping Man for a long moment before releasing his arm and walking silently to the cold grey stone of the cave wall. The horse awoke to follow him, gently nuzzling the beautiful Elf child. He buried his cold fingers in the warm, flowing mane and stroked it tenderly, his heart tearing itself apart inside.
It wasn't fair.
Why did the Dùnadan receive a loving family? Why had he run from those who cared for him so?
The horse nibbled affectionately on his hair, yet to no avail, for he had grown harsh and bitter inside, and only one creature could cure him.
He wanted his family, and no mere beast could give that. He was too broken now for anyone to love him, and too ruined. Too maimed.
I could kill them, he mused. I could begin with the mortal, and murder him slowly while I look at his pain. I could hold his blood in my hands.
A jubilant feeling tickled his chest like a dancing flame, and he smiled sadistically.
Then I would laugh, young one. I would laugh so long and hard that it will take days to cease. That would be so wonderful, to see you bleed. It would make me heal again, I know it.
He closed his eyes and listened to the screams that he could already feel, the fear that he could taste. He would avenge himself for the vile fate that he had been dealt. It would make him feel better, to see every wound mirrored on the pathetic thing before him. That would make his family find him again!
Then the feeling grew more powerful, and stopped feeling so magnificent. It began to hurt him, and he frowned in pain as his throat ached.
It would be wrong to hurt the little one, he thought. Not whilst he had a chance to save himself before evil stained his soul as it had already done to his own spirit already.
The beast sniffed his delicately pointed ear as the Elf pulled his legs into his chest and rested his chin on his knees.
He would see. He was watching them both even as he sat here broken, because he wanted him. He loved his pet. So the unearthly creature quaked and tried to find comfort behind his tightly clenched eyes.
Yet he did not cry.
Alright! Who's the queen of torture? C'mon, people!
Sorry. I had to get that out of my system. I cannot believe that took so long! I have had way too much homework these two weeks! But I am so glad I finished that chapter! Unfortunately, my evil muse has run out of juice. That's what you get when you buy those things off E-bay, though. She's playing dollies with my little sister right now.
Meanwhile.
Rachel: Mrs. Fluffiums gets the blue dress, and Sally B. Honeynut gets the yellow dress.Hey! What's so funny?
Muse: (Between fits of laughter) H-honey, and then, n-nut! Ha ha ha ha ha!
Rachel: You're weird.
Muse: We, and t-then, ird! That's hilarious!
Rachel: You're a senile loser, and you are permanently banned from the Tea Party Guild!
Muse: I have a weasel in my pants.
(Rachel is now very confused)
Rachel: You're a freak, aren't you?
Muse: (Winks) And remember, only you can prevent forest fires!
(My sister edges away very slowly)
Rachel: Maybe you should hug Sally B. Honeynut.
Muse: Yummy! (Stuffs doll in her mouth)
Rachel: Sally! No! She was so young, struck down the prime of life!
(She sobs for a grand total of 5 seconds before picking up her purse)
Rachel: Screw this! Let's hit the mall!
Muse: With a mallet?
Rachel: Knock yourself out.
Muse: Way cool!
Back to me.
Actually, she's much scarier now! But until she fully revives, I need the support of my friends, family, and most of all, my reviewers!
Tinnuial: Yeah, I do love to taunt people; it's the coolest hobby. I'll try to meet your expectations. Thanks for reviewing!
LOTRFaith: Legolas's fear? Whatever do you mean? (Smiles innocently) How do you know that it is Legolas? There are many mysterious people who spy on Men in caves in the dead of night. I'm really sorry that I posted so late. School got me as well. Thanks for the praise!
Fantasia3: It's just the normal deal, you know. it means either 1. There is an Elf in this chapter, 2. Legolas is in this chapter, 3. There is Elf torture in this chapter, or 4. There is good stuff for both Elf and Legolas lovers in this chapter. Nothing too high tech.
angelbird12241: Thanks! Here's more for you!
Tis a Pirate's Life for I: Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!! Man, if this is what caffeine does to people, I need to invest in Coca Cola. However, on the hopefully likely chance that your review was not soda induced, I apologize for the delay. I also beg you to keep reviewing!!!!!
RougeElf: I'm really sorry I posted so late. School is a real bummer. Thanks for the review!!
Ymmas Sirron: You are? Really? This calls for my happy dance! (THE FOLLOWING SCENE HAS BEEN CENSORED DUE TO THE AUTHOR'S HORRIBLE DANCING. THANK YOU) Stupid announcer guy. I'm not that bad. But thanks a million for your input!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ElvenWitch2: More? Yes. Soon? Sadly no. My typing speeds have been compared to the musical stylings of sushi, as explained earlier. Thanks!
leggylover3: I think that my little flashback did the trick, but I believe that the only long- term cure is to keep reading! Again, I'm really sorry that took so long. Thanks for reviewing!
Elenillor: Ooo! Great minds think alike! Elf torture is so cool! And look! You discovered that the rescuer and the Elf were one and the same before anyone else! Keeping Tolkien's dialect has been a real challenge for me from the very beginning. Thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bill the Pony2: Everyone is so paranoid. Just because Legolas is in this story, it doesn't mean that he has spare time to waste saving future Kings. He could be saving anyone. My hero. I'm sorry that I posted so late. Thanks and namárië!
(((Thanks a million for your support!!!!!!!!! Keep those reviews coming!!!!!!!! (((
Next Chapter: New victims and new angst!