Repercussions 6/?
Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I don't own any of them and I don't make any money from this... Any charries you don't recognise are mine however.
A/N: I just want to say a massive thankyou for all the reviews so far, and I am so sorry that this has taken so long to get done... I would have had it up yesterday, but was sorta stuck in bed... ugh! I'll try and make up for it with another part soon... From now on I'm going to be posting roughly once a week unless there are demands for it sooner. Apologies for the shortness of this.
tychen: yeah, that is a nice image... :) and yes, Thranduil should have known better... but maybe in this chapter it won't be so bad...
cherryfaerie: I don't really have a posting schedule, but from now on, I'm gonna try and post about once a week... You'll have to wait and see what happens to Aemir and his family... :)
Elf-Girl: don't worry about taking time to review... I've been taking forever to post... life is kinda screwed up here at the moment. Yes she's back... Kogura: No you can't kill her! Not yet anyway... passes you a slaver here. :) Summer school?! Ack!!! Not good... Gloriollass: At least he didn't actually do it. Unlike my uncle, who stabbed my father through the heart last month. Yes, life is wonderful. sigh He's still in intensive care, but at least he's gonna be ok.
Well here's the new chapter and I hope you like!
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"A prince?" the leader of the men who had brought him there asked, smiling. If that were true, then the elf's value had just increased exponentially, making him rich beyond even his wildest dreams. "A prince." Morrigan confirmed. "His name is not Estel, but Legolas. His father is the King of the Woodland Realm. He also had a twin brother, Turion - whatever happened with that plan of his?" she asked Legolas, her tone friendly, as if she were speaking with an old aquaintance. She crouched down in front of the elf to look him in the eye. "He died." Legolas replied coldly. Morrigan noted the concealed grief in his voice. Even after everything that Turion had done - had tried to do - his brother still loved him. "And he nearly took my father with him."
There was silence for a moment, before Morrigan spoke once more. "When did he die?" There was no concern in her voice, only malice. "Three weeks from today, it will have been exactly one year."
"Now that's interesting," one of the men called out, "because exactly three weeks from today, somebody is going to pay a lot of money for you, your highness." The last words were spoken with utter contempt, and the other men laughed, surprised by the good fortune that had just come to them.
Morrigan smiled and leaned forward to Legolas, "You know, I think I might buy you myself - after all, we had so much fun last time." She stood and turned back to the men. "He's very strong willed, but I can tell you how to subdue him, in fact, anything you want to know about him - if you see to it that I get him. I will match any bid that would be put in by another." she whispered conspiritally. The man nodded and led her out of the room.
Once they were gone, Legolas let himself fall back against the wall. He had heard Morrigan's last words to the human, and they scared him more than he cared to admit. Morrigan terrified him, and it looked like she had every intention of getting him.
- Meanwhile, Aragorn was starting to realise what a foolish idea it had been to set off after Legolas alone. Even if he were to last long enough to get back to where they had last been, what if the prince were seriously hurt, or what if the orcs which had attacked him had not been alone? The man didn't have the strength to carry his friend if he was injured, and certainly didn't have the strength to fight off any orcs. Still, he could not go back. He could not leave Legolas out there alone.
His body was screaming at him to rest, but he refused to listen to it. As usual, he put thoughts of his friends before his own well-being, but it seemed that the rational part of his brain had refused to function - just what use did he expect to be of to Legolas if he showed up in this current state? He carried on, towards the mountains.
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Elladan and Elrohir had now cleared the pass, and were coming down to the lower ground on the Mirkwood side of the mountains. They didn't know it, but they were very close to the spot where their friends had been ambushed.
"We should stop for the night Elladan." Elrohir suggested, looking at the clouds above. The light was starting to fade, and it was useless to push the horses over this terrain in the dark - the last thing they needed was for a horse to break it's leg. Coupled with that, the weather was closing in quickly - it was threatening a thunderstorm. The air was thick and humid, almost buzzing with the power of the coming storm.
Elladan looked at his brother for a moment, considering his words. He was reluctant to stop, but he could see the wisdom in finding shelter through the night. He nodded. "I agree. The storm will be upon us soon. We will need to find somewhere to tether the horses - if we leave them free, the storm may spook them, and we'll find ourselves walking the rest of the way."
Elrohir smiled slightly at that, remembering just such a time when they had been very young, but thinking of themselves as adults, had decided to go out on a hunting trip without telling anybody. They were a two day ride from Rivendell when a storm had broken in the middle of the night, scaring away the horses, and leaving them with a very long walk home to face a very irate Elrond and Celebrian, neither of whom had known what had happened to their sons. They learnt their lesson that day.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he spotted somewhere up ahead which looked perfect - a rocky overhang provided shelter from the elements, while nearby was a thick copse of trees which would provide shelter for the horses, but also make sure they didn't lose them. As they drew nearer, they spotted something which worried them greatly. Aragorns things. Either he was somewhere nearby, or this was where the attack happened. Looking around, it was impossible to tell if there had been a struggle here - the ground was bare rock, leaving no footprints at all.
They looked at each other, both thinking the same. "We'll soon know if he's around - he'll be back well before the storm breaks." Elladan said, not sounding entirely convinced. He was sure that these had been here for at least a week.
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Elladan and Elrohir were not the only ones drawing near to the rocky overhang. Aragorn had been incredibly lucky, and had managed to reach the spot where he had been attacked. Now all he had to do was get back to where he and Legolas had decided to stop for the night, some three hundred feet away.
He desperately wished that he had thought to bring some medical supplies with him - his broken arm was throbbing, and one of the cuts on his shoulder had reopened. He would have to see what could be done when he stopped.
/And what exactly do you think you can do for it Estel?/ he heard himself think, /with no clean cloth for bandages, and nothing to stitch it with? Not even any fresh water or herbs to treat it with./
It was at this point that a bright flash split the sky, and the heavens opened. In seconds, Aragorn was drenched. He moved as fast as his battered body would allow towards his goal.
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It was dark when the thunderstorm began. The twins had gathered enough dry wood to keep the fire going through the night, gathering it at the back of the small cavelike structure, which was really only about 15 feet across. As predicted, the horses were frightened, and tried to bolt, but they were not going anywhere. Eventually, they settled down and stood still under the shelter of the trees.
It was near midnight when Elrohir noticed a figure coming towards them through the rain and darkness. "Elladan." he whispered. His brother woke immediately. "Is that Estel?" Elladan asked, looking in the same direction as his brother. As they watched, the figure stumbled but kept going. They were close enough now to see that yes, it was their human brother. Both elves rushed forward at the realisation to help him. When they got him into the cave, all three were soaked. They sat near to the fire, in an attempt to dry off.
As they tried to get Estel's sodden outer clothes off, in an attempt to stop the human catching any of the illnesses which their race were so good at getting, they froze when they saw the look of pain on his face as they nudged his arm. Only then did they realise what a state he was in, and that his arm was actually broken.
"Valar Estel, what happened to you?! You should not be here in this condition - you should..." Elladan stopped, realising just how much like his father he sounded. Still his young adopted brother deserved it - this human who had no common sense whatsoever was one day to rule Gondor? Valar help that land when that day came, he thought.
Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I don't own any of them and I don't make any money from this... Any charries you don't recognise are mine however.
A/N: I just want to say a massive thankyou for all the reviews so far, and I am so sorry that this has taken so long to get done... I would have had it up yesterday, but was sorta stuck in bed... ugh! I'll try and make up for it with another part soon... From now on I'm going to be posting roughly once a week unless there are demands for it sooner. Apologies for the shortness of this.
tychen: yeah, that is a nice image... :) and yes, Thranduil should have known better... but maybe in this chapter it won't be so bad...
cherryfaerie: I don't really have a posting schedule, but from now on, I'm gonna try and post about once a week... You'll have to wait and see what happens to Aemir and his family... :)
Elf-Girl: don't worry about taking time to review... I've been taking forever to post... life is kinda screwed up here at the moment. Yes she's back... Kogura: No you can't kill her! Not yet anyway... passes you a slaver here. :) Summer school?! Ack!!! Not good... Gloriollass: At least he didn't actually do it. Unlike my uncle, who stabbed my father through the heart last month. Yes, life is wonderful. sigh He's still in intensive care, but at least he's gonna be ok.
Well here's the new chapter and I hope you like!
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"A prince?" the leader of the men who had brought him there asked, smiling. If that were true, then the elf's value had just increased exponentially, making him rich beyond even his wildest dreams. "A prince." Morrigan confirmed. "His name is not Estel, but Legolas. His father is the King of the Woodland Realm. He also had a twin brother, Turion - whatever happened with that plan of his?" she asked Legolas, her tone friendly, as if she were speaking with an old aquaintance. She crouched down in front of the elf to look him in the eye. "He died." Legolas replied coldly. Morrigan noted the concealed grief in his voice. Even after everything that Turion had done - had tried to do - his brother still loved him. "And he nearly took my father with him."
There was silence for a moment, before Morrigan spoke once more. "When did he die?" There was no concern in her voice, only malice. "Three weeks from today, it will have been exactly one year."
"Now that's interesting," one of the men called out, "because exactly three weeks from today, somebody is going to pay a lot of money for you, your highness." The last words were spoken with utter contempt, and the other men laughed, surprised by the good fortune that had just come to them.
Morrigan smiled and leaned forward to Legolas, "You know, I think I might buy you myself - after all, we had so much fun last time." She stood and turned back to the men. "He's very strong willed, but I can tell you how to subdue him, in fact, anything you want to know about him - if you see to it that I get him. I will match any bid that would be put in by another." she whispered conspiritally. The man nodded and led her out of the room.
Once they were gone, Legolas let himself fall back against the wall. He had heard Morrigan's last words to the human, and they scared him more than he cared to admit. Morrigan terrified him, and it looked like she had every intention of getting him.
- Meanwhile, Aragorn was starting to realise what a foolish idea it had been to set off after Legolas alone. Even if he were to last long enough to get back to where they had last been, what if the prince were seriously hurt, or what if the orcs which had attacked him had not been alone? The man didn't have the strength to carry his friend if he was injured, and certainly didn't have the strength to fight off any orcs. Still, he could not go back. He could not leave Legolas out there alone.
His body was screaming at him to rest, but he refused to listen to it. As usual, he put thoughts of his friends before his own well-being, but it seemed that the rational part of his brain had refused to function - just what use did he expect to be of to Legolas if he showed up in this current state? He carried on, towards the mountains.
-
Elladan and Elrohir had now cleared the pass, and were coming down to the lower ground on the Mirkwood side of the mountains. They didn't know it, but they were very close to the spot where their friends had been ambushed.
"We should stop for the night Elladan." Elrohir suggested, looking at the clouds above. The light was starting to fade, and it was useless to push the horses over this terrain in the dark - the last thing they needed was for a horse to break it's leg. Coupled with that, the weather was closing in quickly - it was threatening a thunderstorm. The air was thick and humid, almost buzzing with the power of the coming storm.
Elladan looked at his brother for a moment, considering his words. He was reluctant to stop, but he could see the wisdom in finding shelter through the night. He nodded. "I agree. The storm will be upon us soon. We will need to find somewhere to tether the horses - if we leave them free, the storm may spook them, and we'll find ourselves walking the rest of the way."
Elrohir smiled slightly at that, remembering just such a time when they had been very young, but thinking of themselves as adults, had decided to go out on a hunting trip without telling anybody. They were a two day ride from Rivendell when a storm had broken in the middle of the night, scaring away the horses, and leaving them with a very long walk home to face a very irate Elrond and Celebrian, neither of whom had known what had happened to their sons. They learnt their lesson that day.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he spotted somewhere up ahead which looked perfect - a rocky overhang provided shelter from the elements, while nearby was a thick copse of trees which would provide shelter for the horses, but also make sure they didn't lose them. As they drew nearer, they spotted something which worried them greatly. Aragorns things. Either he was somewhere nearby, or this was where the attack happened. Looking around, it was impossible to tell if there had been a struggle here - the ground was bare rock, leaving no footprints at all.
They looked at each other, both thinking the same. "We'll soon know if he's around - he'll be back well before the storm breaks." Elladan said, not sounding entirely convinced. He was sure that these had been here for at least a week.
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Elladan and Elrohir were not the only ones drawing near to the rocky overhang. Aragorn had been incredibly lucky, and had managed to reach the spot where he had been attacked. Now all he had to do was get back to where he and Legolas had decided to stop for the night, some three hundred feet away.
He desperately wished that he had thought to bring some medical supplies with him - his broken arm was throbbing, and one of the cuts on his shoulder had reopened. He would have to see what could be done when he stopped.
/And what exactly do you think you can do for it Estel?/ he heard himself think, /with no clean cloth for bandages, and nothing to stitch it with? Not even any fresh water or herbs to treat it with./
It was at this point that a bright flash split the sky, and the heavens opened. In seconds, Aragorn was drenched. He moved as fast as his battered body would allow towards his goal.
-
It was dark when the thunderstorm began. The twins had gathered enough dry wood to keep the fire going through the night, gathering it at the back of the small cavelike structure, which was really only about 15 feet across. As predicted, the horses were frightened, and tried to bolt, but they were not going anywhere. Eventually, they settled down and stood still under the shelter of the trees.
It was near midnight when Elrohir noticed a figure coming towards them through the rain and darkness. "Elladan." he whispered. His brother woke immediately. "Is that Estel?" Elladan asked, looking in the same direction as his brother. As they watched, the figure stumbled but kept going. They were close enough now to see that yes, it was their human brother. Both elves rushed forward at the realisation to help him. When they got him into the cave, all three were soaked. They sat near to the fire, in an attempt to dry off.
As they tried to get Estel's sodden outer clothes off, in an attempt to stop the human catching any of the illnesses which their race were so good at getting, they froze when they saw the look of pain on his face as they nudged his arm. Only then did they realise what a state he was in, and that his arm was actually broken.
"Valar Estel, what happened to you?! You should not be here in this condition - you should..." Elladan stopped, realising just how much like his father he sounded. Still his young adopted brother deserved it - this human who had no common sense whatsoever was one day to rule Gondor? Valar help that land when that day came, he thought.