Hiya, I'm back! OK, first of all, I just wanna say that I'm not happy at
all. This is the second time I've typed this chapter up. The last time, the
stupid computer ate it. Anyway, this is the sequel to 'A Brother's
Jealousy,' and thanks so much to everyone who voted for it. I won't bore
you with my ramblings, but all I have left to say is that sadly, the only
characters I own are people like Calaen, and various others who pop up.
I'll let you go read now.
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"You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring," declared Lord Elrond of Rivendell. As he finished speaking, the dark haired Elf surveyed the nine standing in front of him, taking in the expressions on their faces, wondering what they truly felt inside. They all looked determined to achieve what they were going to set out to do, but Elrond wondered just how much fear or doubt they were hiding away.
First of all there was Frodo. Who would've thought that the fate of Middle Earth would rest in the hands of a small Hobbit from the Shire? If he had not been present at the joining of the Fellowship, Elrond would've laughed out loud at such a notion.
Then came Samwise Gamgee, arms determinedly folded across his chest in such a way that proved just how far he would go to protect the one who he looked on as a 'master'. Beside him stood Merry and Pippin, clearly the ones who would be the jokers of the group. It was against Elrond's better judgement to let the pair go, but it looked as though he had no choice in the matter.
Elrond smiled briefly as he looked at Gandalf, for the old Wizard had a laughing twinkle in his deep eyes. This was not worrying though; Gandalf would obviously be both a good leader and friend to those on the Quest. Next came Boromir, a man under great pressure from his father to take the Ring. It was clear that the Gondorian would be tempted by it, but then, there were not many who had never found themselves in that position.
Standing in front of Boromir was Gimli, son of Gloin. Lord Elrond had no real problem with Dwarves, being rather friendly with some. However, it would be very amusing indeed, to see the way that King Thranduil of Mirkwood would react upon being told that his son was in the company of one of the beings. As he thought of his friend, Elrond turned his gaze upon Legolas Greenleaf, said youngest of Thranduil.
The Elven Prince stood quietly and dutifully, keeping his eyes fixed on a point somewhere above Elrond's head. He held himself high and proudly, but behind the ice blue eyes was a shimmer of sadness, pain and anguish, noticeable only to those who knew him well. His face remained impassive all the time, for Legolas chose to keep his feelings locked away. There were not many who knew of his past ordeals, but those who were aware, knew not to speak freely about what had happened.
Sighing, Elrond snapped his eyes away from Legolas, and looked now upon his youngest son. Not his son by blood, but by love. Aragorn had volunteered of his own free will to accompany Frodo on the Quest, but Elrond would not admit that he would rather the Ranger stayed in Rivendell or continued to travel with the Dúnedain. This was his destiny, though, and he must not be held back.
A silent prayer was swiftly thought by the Elf Lord; he knew that to encounter any problems on their journey was unavoidable, bound to happen. The sort of trouble he anticipated though – Orcs and Goblins – was certainly not the sort of trouble that the Fellowship would run into...
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Later that day, Legolas sat under a tree in the gardens of Rivendell, running things over and over in his mind. He wasn't quite sure what had made him volunteer for the Quest to destroy the One Ring. Was it to prove to his father that there was no need to worry any more? Was it to prove to people like Elrond and Estel that he was stronger than they thought? Or maybe it was just to try and chase away the demons of his dark past.
"Are you alright?" came a voice from behind Legolas, causing him to jump up and whirl around in surprise. He relaxed however, when he saw who the voice belonged to.
"Estel, yes, I am fine. I did not hear you coming though," replied Legolas, sitting back down underneath the tree, the look of surprise on his face instantly replaced by the usual blank mask.
"You did not hear me coming?" asked Aragorn in concern, leaning against the tree and looking down at his friend. "What can possibly be playing on your mind in such a way that you miss the footsteps of a human? Are you sure you're alright?"
"Please, stop fussing," said Legolas shortly, deliberately avoiding the question.
Aragorn smiled briefly, and knelt down on the floor. "I am only worried about you. When one of the Eldar fails to-
"There is no need for concern," cut in Legolas. "I was merely thinking about...my father."
"Do you miss him?" asked Aragorn. It would make sense, after all, for Thranduil was all that Legolas had, and vice versa.
"No," replied the Elf. "I find it strange that he sent me here, for you know how much he has changed. You know that the way he looks on me is different than the way he did before... everything happened when I was younger."
"I am not quite sure what you mean," said Aragorn carefully.
Legolas fixed his friend with an intense gaze, and slowly shook his head. "Do not play the un-knowing fool, Estel, it does not suit you. Ever since Berian turned up in Mirkwood all those years ago, my father has been reluctant to let me do anything that may involve me being hurt in any way, as well you know. He has always watched over me as though I were an Elfling."
"You are all that he has left," said Aragorn quietly, taking a chance by voicing his thoughts. "Can you really blame him for wanting to keep you safe? If I were in his position, I would probably do the same."
"I wonder if you would believe the words of your own son," muttered Legolas, turning his head to the side, so as to remain unheard.
"What was that?" asked Aragorn.
Legolas opened his mouth to deny saying anything, but the appearance of the twins, Elladan and Elrohir, saved him from doing so. They threw themselves unceremoniously to the ground, ignoring the noise of protest made from Aragorn. The Ranger rolled his eyes, but settled himself next to Legolas, resting against the tree trunk.
"So, you two are going with the Hobbit to destroy the Ring?" remarked Elrohir. "What in all of Middle Earth possessed you to volunteer?"
"I feel duty bound to Frodo," replied Aragorn. "After all, I have been there with him and the other three little ones since we left Bree. But as for Legolas' reasons, I cannot tell you."
"I only volunteered because you did," lied Legolas, jerking his head towards Aragorn.
"And what would you do if you knew that Gimli was also going to volunteer?" laughed Elladan, rolling onto his stomach and looking at the younger Elf in amusement.
Legolas shrugged lightly, a smile without humour (as was usual) playing on his lips. "Left it for someone else to go, I suppose. No, I will tolerate him if he causes no trouble."
"Look, we didn't actually come here to make polite conversation," said Elrohir suddenly. "It is only a short while before you leave, and we thought it would be easier to say goodbye away from all the others."
Don't tell me you are going soft," muttered Aragorn.
"Just listen to us," said Elladan, nudging his foster brother in the ribs. "We wanted to say that this journey will be far from safe. It is important that both of you take great care and look out for each other. Estel, if Legolas returns with any missing limbs, we will be blaming you. Legolas, if Estel should come to any harm, we will be blaming you. Understood?"
"You have no need to worry," said Aragorn, slightly stunned at the twins' concern.
"I think we do," said Elrohir. "Will you promise us that won't do anything reckless? I'm serious; you *must* take great care over the next few...however many weeks or months it is."
Aragorn smiled, and reached across to put a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. "Both myself and Legolas are aware of the perils which we will face. And neither of us is so foolish that we would cause even more trouble for ourselves. We can cope, we are no longer children."
"Though you sometimes act like it," said Elladan, speaking only about Aragorn, for Legolas' youth and innocence had left him a long time ago.
The Ranger rolled his eyes, though he realised in that moment, just how much he was going to miss his brothers. Sighing, he got to his feet and looked around, taking in and storing in his mind the beautiful grounds of Rivendell that he would be leaving behind.
"It is time," said Elrohir quietly, not asking a question, but making a statement.
"Do you think you'll be able to live without my wonderful and delightful presence?" joked Aragorn, having to swallow down a lump in his throat as he watched the others also get to their feet.
"Just come back soon," whispered Elladan, embracing his brother. "Preferably in one piece."
Aragorn smiled, and clapped Elladan on the back, before stepping forward to embrace Elrohir. When it came to drawing away, the Elf seemed somewhat reluctant to do so, and it was only Elladan's hand on his shoulder that brought him sharply back into reality.
"Come. We will go with you to meet the others," said Elrohir, walking slowly under the trees with his brothers and friend.
Elladan glanced across and looked at Elrohir for a brief moment, before drawing in a heavy breath. He felt exactly the same as his twin did right then, but was clearly more skilled at disguising his feelings; Elrohir's eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and he was biting so hard on his bottom lip that blood had been drawn. However, when he felt Elladan's gaze on him, he looked up and smiled sadly.
'I am staying in your room until they return', he thought, once again using the telepathic ability that they shared.
'Why is that?' asked Elladan silently, arching a questioning eyebrow.
Elrohir looked at the Ranger and younger Elf walking with them, before flicking his eyes back to Elladan. 'If anything should happen to the, you will more than likely see it in a dream. It will be no good if you continue to sleep.'
'Oh, I see. And there was me thinking that the fear of darkness you had when we were Elflings was returning,' joked Elladan, a smile playing on his lips and a twinkle in his dark eyes.
"What is so amusing?" asked Aragorn irritably, having witnessed the silent conversation passing between his brothers. He had just found one thing that he would certainly not miss.
"Sorry? Oh, nothing," replied Elladan. His expression was humourless now though, and he prayed to all the Valar that he would be haunted by no disturbing visions whilst his foster brother and friend were away.
Prayers are not always answered...
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Well, that was the first chapter of 'Captured by the Past'. I haven't got that much to say yet, but I hope you enjoy this fanfic as much as 'A Brother's Jealousy'. Next chapter is up soon, Luv Mistopurr x-x
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"You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring," declared Lord Elrond of Rivendell. As he finished speaking, the dark haired Elf surveyed the nine standing in front of him, taking in the expressions on their faces, wondering what they truly felt inside. They all looked determined to achieve what they were going to set out to do, but Elrond wondered just how much fear or doubt they were hiding away.
First of all there was Frodo. Who would've thought that the fate of Middle Earth would rest in the hands of a small Hobbit from the Shire? If he had not been present at the joining of the Fellowship, Elrond would've laughed out loud at such a notion.
Then came Samwise Gamgee, arms determinedly folded across his chest in such a way that proved just how far he would go to protect the one who he looked on as a 'master'. Beside him stood Merry and Pippin, clearly the ones who would be the jokers of the group. It was against Elrond's better judgement to let the pair go, but it looked as though he had no choice in the matter.
Elrond smiled briefly as he looked at Gandalf, for the old Wizard had a laughing twinkle in his deep eyes. This was not worrying though; Gandalf would obviously be both a good leader and friend to those on the Quest. Next came Boromir, a man under great pressure from his father to take the Ring. It was clear that the Gondorian would be tempted by it, but then, there were not many who had never found themselves in that position.
Standing in front of Boromir was Gimli, son of Gloin. Lord Elrond had no real problem with Dwarves, being rather friendly with some. However, it would be very amusing indeed, to see the way that King Thranduil of Mirkwood would react upon being told that his son was in the company of one of the beings. As he thought of his friend, Elrond turned his gaze upon Legolas Greenleaf, said youngest of Thranduil.
The Elven Prince stood quietly and dutifully, keeping his eyes fixed on a point somewhere above Elrond's head. He held himself high and proudly, but behind the ice blue eyes was a shimmer of sadness, pain and anguish, noticeable only to those who knew him well. His face remained impassive all the time, for Legolas chose to keep his feelings locked away. There were not many who knew of his past ordeals, but those who were aware, knew not to speak freely about what had happened.
Sighing, Elrond snapped his eyes away from Legolas, and looked now upon his youngest son. Not his son by blood, but by love. Aragorn had volunteered of his own free will to accompany Frodo on the Quest, but Elrond would not admit that he would rather the Ranger stayed in Rivendell or continued to travel with the Dúnedain. This was his destiny, though, and he must not be held back.
A silent prayer was swiftly thought by the Elf Lord; he knew that to encounter any problems on their journey was unavoidable, bound to happen. The sort of trouble he anticipated though – Orcs and Goblins – was certainly not the sort of trouble that the Fellowship would run into...
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Later that day, Legolas sat under a tree in the gardens of Rivendell, running things over and over in his mind. He wasn't quite sure what had made him volunteer for the Quest to destroy the One Ring. Was it to prove to his father that there was no need to worry any more? Was it to prove to people like Elrond and Estel that he was stronger than they thought? Or maybe it was just to try and chase away the demons of his dark past.
"Are you alright?" came a voice from behind Legolas, causing him to jump up and whirl around in surprise. He relaxed however, when he saw who the voice belonged to.
"Estel, yes, I am fine. I did not hear you coming though," replied Legolas, sitting back down underneath the tree, the look of surprise on his face instantly replaced by the usual blank mask.
"You did not hear me coming?" asked Aragorn in concern, leaning against the tree and looking down at his friend. "What can possibly be playing on your mind in such a way that you miss the footsteps of a human? Are you sure you're alright?"
"Please, stop fussing," said Legolas shortly, deliberately avoiding the question.
Aragorn smiled briefly, and knelt down on the floor. "I am only worried about you. When one of the Eldar fails to-
"There is no need for concern," cut in Legolas. "I was merely thinking about...my father."
"Do you miss him?" asked Aragorn. It would make sense, after all, for Thranduil was all that Legolas had, and vice versa.
"No," replied the Elf. "I find it strange that he sent me here, for you know how much he has changed. You know that the way he looks on me is different than the way he did before... everything happened when I was younger."
"I am not quite sure what you mean," said Aragorn carefully.
Legolas fixed his friend with an intense gaze, and slowly shook his head. "Do not play the un-knowing fool, Estel, it does not suit you. Ever since Berian turned up in Mirkwood all those years ago, my father has been reluctant to let me do anything that may involve me being hurt in any way, as well you know. He has always watched over me as though I were an Elfling."
"You are all that he has left," said Aragorn quietly, taking a chance by voicing his thoughts. "Can you really blame him for wanting to keep you safe? If I were in his position, I would probably do the same."
"I wonder if you would believe the words of your own son," muttered Legolas, turning his head to the side, so as to remain unheard.
"What was that?" asked Aragorn.
Legolas opened his mouth to deny saying anything, but the appearance of the twins, Elladan and Elrohir, saved him from doing so. They threw themselves unceremoniously to the ground, ignoring the noise of protest made from Aragorn. The Ranger rolled his eyes, but settled himself next to Legolas, resting against the tree trunk.
"So, you two are going with the Hobbit to destroy the Ring?" remarked Elrohir. "What in all of Middle Earth possessed you to volunteer?"
"I feel duty bound to Frodo," replied Aragorn. "After all, I have been there with him and the other three little ones since we left Bree. But as for Legolas' reasons, I cannot tell you."
"I only volunteered because you did," lied Legolas, jerking his head towards Aragorn.
"And what would you do if you knew that Gimli was also going to volunteer?" laughed Elladan, rolling onto his stomach and looking at the younger Elf in amusement.
Legolas shrugged lightly, a smile without humour (as was usual) playing on his lips. "Left it for someone else to go, I suppose. No, I will tolerate him if he causes no trouble."
"Look, we didn't actually come here to make polite conversation," said Elrohir suddenly. "It is only a short while before you leave, and we thought it would be easier to say goodbye away from all the others."
Don't tell me you are going soft," muttered Aragorn.
"Just listen to us," said Elladan, nudging his foster brother in the ribs. "We wanted to say that this journey will be far from safe. It is important that both of you take great care and look out for each other. Estel, if Legolas returns with any missing limbs, we will be blaming you. Legolas, if Estel should come to any harm, we will be blaming you. Understood?"
"You have no need to worry," said Aragorn, slightly stunned at the twins' concern.
"I think we do," said Elrohir. "Will you promise us that won't do anything reckless? I'm serious; you *must* take great care over the next few...however many weeks or months it is."
Aragorn smiled, and reached across to put a hand on Elrohir's shoulder. "Both myself and Legolas are aware of the perils which we will face. And neither of us is so foolish that we would cause even more trouble for ourselves. We can cope, we are no longer children."
"Though you sometimes act like it," said Elladan, speaking only about Aragorn, for Legolas' youth and innocence had left him a long time ago.
The Ranger rolled his eyes, though he realised in that moment, just how much he was going to miss his brothers. Sighing, he got to his feet and looked around, taking in and storing in his mind the beautiful grounds of Rivendell that he would be leaving behind.
"It is time," said Elrohir quietly, not asking a question, but making a statement.
"Do you think you'll be able to live without my wonderful and delightful presence?" joked Aragorn, having to swallow down a lump in his throat as he watched the others also get to their feet.
"Just come back soon," whispered Elladan, embracing his brother. "Preferably in one piece."
Aragorn smiled, and clapped Elladan on the back, before stepping forward to embrace Elrohir. When it came to drawing away, the Elf seemed somewhat reluctant to do so, and it was only Elladan's hand on his shoulder that brought him sharply back into reality.
"Come. We will go with you to meet the others," said Elrohir, walking slowly under the trees with his brothers and friend.
Elladan glanced across and looked at Elrohir for a brief moment, before drawing in a heavy breath. He felt exactly the same as his twin did right then, but was clearly more skilled at disguising his feelings; Elrohir's eyes were glistening with unshed tears, and he was biting so hard on his bottom lip that blood had been drawn. However, when he felt Elladan's gaze on him, he looked up and smiled sadly.
'I am staying in your room until they return', he thought, once again using the telepathic ability that they shared.
'Why is that?' asked Elladan silently, arching a questioning eyebrow.
Elrohir looked at the Ranger and younger Elf walking with them, before flicking his eyes back to Elladan. 'If anything should happen to the, you will more than likely see it in a dream. It will be no good if you continue to sleep.'
'Oh, I see. And there was me thinking that the fear of darkness you had when we were Elflings was returning,' joked Elladan, a smile playing on his lips and a twinkle in his dark eyes.
"What is so amusing?" asked Aragorn irritably, having witnessed the silent conversation passing between his brothers. He had just found one thing that he would certainly not miss.
"Sorry? Oh, nothing," replied Elladan. His expression was humourless now though, and he prayed to all the Valar that he would be haunted by no disturbing visions whilst his foster brother and friend were away.
Prayers are not always answered...
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Well, that was the first chapter of 'Captured by the Past'. I haven't got that much to say yet, but I hope you enjoy this fanfic as much as 'A Brother's Jealousy'. Next chapter is up soon, Luv Mistopurr x-x