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Replies:-
Kawaii Elf Girl - you should...a *very* bad feeling... but the slavers won't try and kill him...he wouldn't be worth anything dead... however, there's no saying someone *else* won't try to kill him... o:)
Kogura - Do I sense an attachment to our dear prince? I hope you're not intending to use that sword on me! *hides behind handy portable rock*
Gloriollass - aww...come back soon then! and here it is!
Coolio02 - They certainly do! And it may not be such a good thing... Thankyou, and thankyou for reviewing! :D
Deana - Thankyou! Here it is! Didn't I say it would be this week if I got more than 5 reviews? ;)
Tychen - Hey, thanks for your review! Are you psychic? Reads rest of her plan for fic...wait, I'm seeing a pattern here... *reads through many other fics* hmm...must go for more originality... sorry, rambling.... cheers for reviewing all, and here it is!!
A/N: well I did say it would be this week... Enjoy, and don't forget to review!!
Two days after the Imladris elves had brought Aragorn back to Mirkwood, he still hadn't woken. Everyone was on edge. The two elves that had found Elrond's adopted son had recognised him as such, and knowing of the friendship between Aragorn and Legolas, had taken him straight to Thranduil.
The Elf King knew that the ranger and his son had been due to travel back from Rivendell together, and the appearance of the human in his current state, along with no sign of Legolas, did not sit well with the king. This couldn't be happening - surely he would not lose his youngest and now *only* son a year after losing Turion? Surely the Valar would not be that cruel? He couldn't possibly know until the young man woke up and could give them some answers.
The two elves from Rivendell had told them everything they could, but, as they had found Aragorn almost an hour's walk from the cave, they could tell Thranduil nothing of Leglas' fate. They had agreed though to lead a group of elves to where they had found Aragorn, and see if they could find out what had happened to the prince. They were due to leave tomorrow. But everyone was hoping that Aragorn would wake before then and give them some answers.
There was no change that evening, although the man's temperature had gone back down to normal, and he was less pale than he had been previously. Then, in the early hours before dawn, he did wake. The elf that had been watching over him immediately ran to inform Thranduil. Minutes later, the king was by the ranger's bedside. Aragorn was understandably confused - the last thing he remembered was the rockfall. Now here he was, with his best friend's father standing over him. In amongst the jumbled, hazy thoughts, he realised what must have happened - the accident had occured, and Legolas had found him and brought him home.
"Where's Legolas?" he whispered.
"I was hoping you could tell me." the king replied quietly.
Even in the state he was in, Aragorn could hear the worry and fear in the elf's voice, could see it on the fair face.
"He didn't bring me back here?" Fear started to creep into Aragorn's own voice.
"No." Thranduil didn't need to say more.
Aragorn could say no more, as a moment later sleep had taken him. Thranduil sighed. So Aragorn knew no more than they did.
/There has to be something. He must know *something*/
He sat there for the rest of the night waiting for Aragorn to wake once more.
~~~~~
The men had been twice as hard on Legolas since believing that he had cursed them. His intention had been to make them fear him, to try and push them into making a mistake that might allow him to escape. It appeared he had misjudged them. His plan *had* caused them to fear him, but they were hiding it behind anger.
The next night they met up with another group of men, at their main camp. There were other captives there too, all human. The men untied the rope that had been holding the elf, exchanging it for heavy chains which they then staked down. It didn't look like there would be any chance of escape now.
"Enjoy your last night in the fresh air elf." one of the men joked, laughing. "We'll be there tomorrow afternoon."
*points at review button* Review or the plot bunny gets it! *points at evil plot bunny who is her inspiration for Repecussions who she is currently threatening* I mean it....! Mwahahahahahaha...... ahem.
Replies:-
Kawaii Elf Girl - you should...a *very* bad feeling... but the slavers won't try and kill him...he wouldn't be worth anything dead... however, there's no saying someone *else* won't try to kill him... o:)
Kogura - Do I sense an attachment to our dear prince? I hope you're not intending to use that sword on me! *hides behind handy portable rock*
Gloriollass - aww...come back soon then! and here it is!
Coolio02 - They certainly do! And it may not be such a good thing... Thankyou, and thankyou for reviewing! :D
Deana - Thankyou! Here it is! Didn't I say it would be this week if I got more than 5 reviews? ;)
Tychen - Hey, thanks for your review! Are you psychic? Reads rest of her plan for fic...wait, I'm seeing a pattern here... *reads through many other fics* hmm...must go for more originality... sorry, rambling.... cheers for reviewing all, and here it is!!
A/N: well I did say it would be this week... Enjoy, and don't forget to review!!
Two days after the Imladris elves had brought Aragorn back to Mirkwood, he still hadn't woken. Everyone was on edge. The two elves that had found Elrond's adopted son had recognised him as such, and knowing of the friendship between Aragorn and Legolas, had taken him straight to Thranduil.
The Elf King knew that the ranger and his son had been due to travel back from Rivendell together, and the appearance of the human in his current state, along with no sign of Legolas, did not sit well with the king. This couldn't be happening - surely he would not lose his youngest and now *only* son a year after losing Turion? Surely the Valar would not be that cruel? He couldn't possibly know until the young man woke up and could give them some answers.
The two elves from Rivendell had told them everything they could, but, as they had found Aragorn almost an hour's walk from the cave, they could tell Thranduil nothing of Leglas' fate. They had agreed though to lead a group of elves to where they had found Aragorn, and see if they could find out what had happened to the prince. They were due to leave tomorrow. But everyone was hoping that Aragorn would wake before then and give them some answers.
There was no change that evening, although the man's temperature had gone back down to normal, and he was less pale than he had been previously. Then, in the early hours before dawn, he did wake. The elf that had been watching over him immediately ran to inform Thranduil. Minutes later, the king was by the ranger's bedside. Aragorn was understandably confused - the last thing he remembered was the rockfall. Now here he was, with his best friend's father standing over him. In amongst the jumbled, hazy thoughts, he realised what must have happened - the accident had occured, and Legolas had found him and brought him home.
"Where's Legolas?" he whispered.
"I was hoping you could tell me." the king replied quietly.
Even in the state he was in, Aragorn could hear the worry and fear in the elf's voice, could see it on the fair face.
"He didn't bring me back here?" Fear started to creep into Aragorn's own voice.
"No." Thranduil didn't need to say more.
Aragorn could say no more, as a moment later sleep had taken him. Thranduil sighed. So Aragorn knew no more than they did.
/There has to be something. He must know *something*/
He sat there for the rest of the night waiting for Aragorn to wake once more.
~~~~~
The men had been twice as hard on Legolas since believing that he had cursed them. His intention had been to make them fear him, to try and push them into making a mistake that might allow him to escape. It appeared he had misjudged them. His plan *had* caused them to fear him, but they were hiding it behind anger.
The next night they met up with another group of men, at their main camp. There were other captives there too, all human. The men untied the rope that had been holding the elf, exchanging it for heavy chains which they then staked down. It didn't look like there would be any chance of escape now.
"Enjoy your last night in the fresh air elf." one of the men joked, laughing. "We'll be there tomorrow afternoon."
*points at review button* Review or the plot bunny gets it! *points at evil plot bunny who is her inspiration for Repecussions who she is currently threatening* I mean it....! Mwahahahahahaha...... ahem.