A/n Ooooookay. This is the even longer awaited third chapter, sorry folks
about the wait itself. With jet more bloody prelims and just laziness I
haven't been updating like I should. It's not writer's block, it's just
even with the full story planed out in my head I can never really get round
to putting it down on paper unless I'm in a writing mood. I WILL now update
more so no worries!!! (after all it is the holidays!)
*Blahblahblah* = Elfish speech.
"Blahblahblah" = Human speech/ the common tounge.
Mordor's Child
~Chapter 3~
Legolas walked rather unsteadily towards the doors of his chambers trying to at least look regal to the passing elves and dwarfs.
He had been having Visions for a while now, he had used to have them years ago but they had stopped and now in the present they had come back and much more intensely. In the past he had seen people been tortured and fights between orcs and cave trolls. He had heard screams and felt the coldness of the wind on a hot summers day. It was all disturbing to him except the latter which was strangely comforting.
He had gone and seen Galadriel whom told him not to worry and that he may have a minor gift of sight. She didn't say more and he didn't ask for any more but the visions still haunted him.
What was strangest of all was that this vision, the one by the river had been the first one of him. He had seen the person in the bowl and it was he. The thought scared him.
"Legolas!" shouted an angry voice from behind him. Turning around he quickly masked his distress and looked towards the speaker. It was his chief guard called Quinteous.
"Yes." Legolas answered back absentmindedly.
"Sir, we had strict orders from the king to guard you everywhere and you-" he was cut off, however, by a suddenly delighted Legolas.
"No! You can't accompany me, at least not to the council." He was so excited he almost stumbled over the words. "The council is a secret and only those with an invitation can go." The guard looked annoyed but Legolas just happily turned on his heels entered his chambers and closed the door behind him.
His happiness was short lived though as pain shot through his temples bringing him to the ground. He crawled to his bed struggling to lie on it. His efforts were futile, however, and so he let himself come crashing to the floor.
"Argh." Moaned Legolas ungraciously as he rose to his feet.
It was hot and stuffy as he sat up looking around confused. He couldn't remember why exactly he was on the floor beside his bed but whatever the reason it had to wait; he needed to be ready for the council.
He was unarmed and uncrowned as he walked along towards the large balcony where the meeting was to be held. He felt rather naked and alone without his weapons but put it behind him as he took his seat beside his race.
When everyone was seated and introduced Lord Elrond stood and made his introducing speech. Legolas listened to "the fate of middle-earth is in our hands." speech before getting board. Things only really got interesting when Elrond said "bring forth the ring, Frodo." The halving or hobbit or something went and put before the council the ring of power.
~~~~~
The reaction was from the peoples of middle-earth was immediate. Many eyed it with distrust, some with disbelief others with longing but most with hatred and there was me, right in the middle grinning at it. I could feel the ring drawing its power out, trying to captivate people and on most it worked. The race of men seemed most weakened by it.
The reason that I was grinning was that I was immune. The ring couldn't draw me in instead it seemed almost to fear me but it oddly didn't fear my race and so I wondered why I was being singled out.
I saw to my left a man stand up and I listened to his maddened speech of his people ruling the ring! It could not be used by anyone except Sauron himself. His words needed to be stopped so I stood and faced him, throwing his idea back in his face. He was angry with this but Aragon came to my aid talking about exactly whom could wield it.
He spat back, "and what does a ranger know of this?" he was sarcastic and rude so I stood again and faced him again.
"This is no mere ranger, this is Aragon son of Arathon." I smirked before answering, "you owe him your allegiance." If Aragon was at all happy about me backing him up he didn't show it. *Sit down, Legolas* he spoke to me. I nodded and sat down slightly hurt at the way he had spoken to me.
Elrod started to speak again to the council and told us we someone had to take it into the hot stomach of Mount Doom! Immediately a dwarf rushed forth shouting "we should kill it now!" slamming his axe onto the small golden ring. I felt a sudden fear go through me and almost stood to stop him but when his axe came down it broke into hundreds of pieces and he was thrown back to the ground. Stupid dwarf! I wanted to check the ring to see if it was actually fractured at all but knew in the back of my mind that it would not be harmed. His mortal weapon could not destroy the ring and neither could any in Rivendell.
The council were all staring at the ring in horror as Elrond spoke of Mount Doom being our only hope.
The human man stood again and talked of the impossibility of getting into Mordor and enraged stood and said, "Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed!" A dwarf to my side stood as well and shouted, "And you think yourself the one to do it? I will not see the ring in the hands of an elf!" Elves and the dwarf immediately started to battle then the men came in as well as Gandalf and Elrond until we heard a timid voice cry out, "I will take the ring t Mordor! I will take the ring to Mordor, though I do not know the way." A hush fell over the council as Gandalf pledged his allegiance to help him along with Aragon. I decided to help, I did not know exactly how but I would be able to help them in many ways so I said, "You may have my bow!" and unfortunately the nasty dwarf that had insulted me said, "and my axe!"
Four tiny people ran at us and swore to join us as well! Elrond gave Gandalf a questioning look before saying, "Nine go forth, and you shall be known as the fellowship of the ring!"
We were to go the next day at sunrise!
*Blahblahblah* = Elfish speech.
"Blahblahblah" = Human speech/ the common tounge.
Mordor's Child
~Chapter 3~
Legolas walked rather unsteadily towards the doors of his chambers trying to at least look regal to the passing elves and dwarfs.
He had been having Visions for a while now, he had used to have them years ago but they had stopped and now in the present they had come back and much more intensely. In the past he had seen people been tortured and fights between orcs and cave trolls. He had heard screams and felt the coldness of the wind on a hot summers day. It was all disturbing to him except the latter which was strangely comforting.
He had gone and seen Galadriel whom told him not to worry and that he may have a minor gift of sight. She didn't say more and he didn't ask for any more but the visions still haunted him.
What was strangest of all was that this vision, the one by the river had been the first one of him. He had seen the person in the bowl and it was he. The thought scared him.
"Legolas!" shouted an angry voice from behind him. Turning around he quickly masked his distress and looked towards the speaker. It was his chief guard called Quinteous.
"Yes." Legolas answered back absentmindedly.
"Sir, we had strict orders from the king to guard you everywhere and you-" he was cut off, however, by a suddenly delighted Legolas.
"No! You can't accompany me, at least not to the council." He was so excited he almost stumbled over the words. "The council is a secret and only those with an invitation can go." The guard looked annoyed but Legolas just happily turned on his heels entered his chambers and closed the door behind him.
His happiness was short lived though as pain shot through his temples bringing him to the ground. He crawled to his bed struggling to lie on it. His efforts were futile, however, and so he let himself come crashing to the floor.
"Argh." Moaned Legolas ungraciously as he rose to his feet.
It was hot and stuffy as he sat up looking around confused. He couldn't remember why exactly he was on the floor beside his bed but whatever the reason it had to wait; he needed to be ready for the council.
He was unarmed and uncrowned as he walked along towards the large balcony where the meeting was to be held. He felt rather naked and alone without his weapons but put it behind him as he took his seat beside his race.
When everyone was seated and introduced Lord Elrond stood and made his introducing speech. Legolas listened to "the fate of middle-earth is in our hands." speech before getting board. Things only really got interesting when Elrond said "bring forth the ring, Frodo." The halving or hobbit or something went and put before the council the ring of power.
~~~~~
The reaction was from the peoples of middle-earth was immediate. Many eyed it with distrust, some with disbelief others with longing but most with hatred and there was me, right in the middle grinning at it. I could feel the ring drawing its power out, trying to captivate people and on most it worked. The race of men seemed most weakened by it.
The reason that I was grinning was that I was immune. The ring couldn't draw me in instead it seemed almost to fear me but it oddly didn't fear my race and so I wondered why I was being singled out.
I saw to my left a man stand up and I listened to his maddened speech of his people ruling the ring! It could not be used by anyone except Sauron himself. His words needed to be stopped so I stood and faced him, throwing his idea back in his face. He was angry with this but Aragon came to my aid talking about exactly whom could wield it.
He spat back, "and what does a ranger know of this?" he was sarcastic and rude so I stood again and faced him again.
"This is no mere ranger, this is Aragon son of Arathon." I smirked before answering, "you owe him your allegiance." If Aragon was at all happy about me backing him up he didn't show it. *Sit down, Legolas* he spoke to me. I nodded and sat down slightly hurt at the way he had spoken to me.
Elrod started to speak again to the council and told us we someone had to take it into the hot stomach of Mount Doom! Immediately a dwarf rushed forth shouting "we should kill it now!" slamming his axe onto the small golden ring. I felt a sudden fear go through me and almost stood to stop him but when his axe came down it broke into hundreds of pieces and he was thrown back to the ground. Stupid dwarf! I wanted to check the ring to see if it was actually fractured at all but knew in the back of my mind that it would not be harmed. His mortal weapon could not destroy the ring and neither could any in Rivendell.
The council were all staring at the ring in horror as Elrond spoke of Mount Doom being our only hope.
The human man stood again and talked of the impossibility of getting into Mordor and enraged stood and said, "Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed!" A dwarf to my side stood as well and shouted, "And you think yourself the one to do it? I will not see the ring in the hands of an elf!" Elves and the dwarf immediately started to battle then the men came in as well as Gandalf and Elrond until we heard a timid voice cry out, "I will take the ring t Mordor! I will take the ring to Mordor, though I do not know the way." A hush fell over the council as Gandalf pledged his allegiance to help him along with Aragon. I decided to help, I did not know exactly how but I would be able to help them in many ways so I said, "You may have my bow!" and unfortunately the nasty dwarf that had insulted me said, "and my axe!"
Four tiny people ran at us and swore to join us as well! Elrond gave Gandalf a questioning look before saying, "Nine go forth, and you shall be known as the fellowship of the ring!"
We were to go the next day at sunrise!