Author Note: Galadriel evenstar here because I think Legolas19 has given up
on me.
Author Note 2: Wrong, I didn't give up on you!!!!! I started this story and I plan to see it finished! Hope you like the next chapter!
Author Note 3: Don't listen to her ~galadriel evenstar
NOTICE: This story's name in English is supposed to be "My hope" but our elvish was wrong and it came out Nin Estel instead of Estel Nín (how it should be) Thanks to dreamingfifi for pointing out this error to us. We have decided to leave the title as is, as to avoid confusion.
Reviewer Responses:
Dreamingfifi: I'd like to thank you for the correction. My Elvish grammar is not very good. I don't want to change the title for fear of confusion. Please forgive me and bear with us. Actually, to tell you the truth it was Legolas19's idea....
Got-lotr: 1. I think I understood that you liked the lyrics? 2. Elves attack? I think you lost me cause I have no idea what you're talking about. Please review for us and be good to your penguins!
Gollum-girl: We're very hesitant about that. Although, we would have to up the rating...
Elven-Star-of-Gold: I'm sorry about Legolas's personality. We thought he'd be frightened cause he's on the young side (even for an elf) and scared because he's a captive, been tortured, drugged....... Need I say more?
Wisk8r: We had to insert a cute scene between the mean ones.... Oops, I should shut my mouth now.
Gozilla: I'm glad you can't wait to read more cause we can't either!
Yavie Aelinel: So, are you on Aragorn or Enya's side? PS I'm glad for that!
Ekeena Greenleaf: Isn't it amazing how things just pop into fanfics like they belong there... Actually, it was a recommendation by email from a reviewer that I should add the song to the chapter.
Yugijouoh: It's amazing how you can read my mind...
Viresse0: Here's another update! PS I hope your radio works!
Immortal-grace: I can't wait to read your new story. You're an awesome writer. Here's the next chapter and now you have to update too!
Luthien Galathil: I don't mean to offend anyone, but I do not care for or write slash. There will be none in any story I am associated with. I just want to make sure everyone knows that. Sorry bout that.
KaoticBlue: Thanks!
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
Ahhhh, here we go again with another chapter. What could possibly go wrong now that Aragorn has healed Legolas and he's on the road to recovery? Why, everything of course! It wouldn't be any fun if there weren't twists along the road, so I present to you now....
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Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 7
*In Aragorn's Chambers*
Yet again, Aragorn was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling and thinking. It was his favorite way of thinking big matters through and this was definitely a big matter.
The afternoon's events ran through his mind. Flashes of Legolas, the guards, his father. He found some of his old clothes that Legolas could wear; that wasn't a problem. He now had 3 real problems: how to "restrain the elf" without further aggravating his injuries, how to protect the elf from the guards, and how he was going to get the elf out of Gondor.
Every idea that came to him seemed to have flaws. However, after about an hour, his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. He answered to find his father standing outside his door.
"I require conference with you, Aragorn." He said brusquely.
He looked to the guards. "Stay outside the room and see that we aren't disturbed for any reason." They nodded and took up their positions.
Arathorn entered Aragorn's chambers and seated himself in a comfortable, backed chair while Aragorn stood on the balcony, looking out towards the horizon.
"Son, the matter I come to speak of is of dire importance. I have a letter that must be delivered to Faramir in Osgiliath. This letter however, is of importance. I will not entrust it to a messenger. You are the only one other than myself whom I would let deliver it. I ask that you ride early and deliver this. It is only a short trip. If you leave just after dawn, you should arrive back by noon. Will you do this for me?" Arathorn looked at Aragorn, who was now watching the smoke rise from the city of Osgiliath.
"Yes, father. I will take this errand for you." Aragorn paused. "Father, I have something to ask you."
"What is it, Aragorn?" he asked, concerned.
"I have decided that I would like to keep the elf here as my slave." He said, grinning wickedly.
Arathorn thought a moment then a malicious smile crept across his face. "That is a very good decision, son. As it has worked out, I have no need to trade with Mirkwood. I am proud of you. I gave the elf to you to do with as you please. You made a wise choice. Shall I have someone break him for you?"
"No." Aragorn said confidently.
Arathorn looked at him, dumbfounded.
"I shall break him myself. I have already come up with a design for a restraint to help break him with. Can you have the smiths make it for me?" Aragorn asked, vicious intent in his eyes.
Arathorn stood and tousled his son's hair. "I shall have it made right away." He thought a moment. "In fact, give me the plans now. I shall have it made for you, so that you can start when you get back tomorrow. A thank you of sorts for taking this message for me."
Aragorn lifted the sheet of paper from his table and handed it to his father. Aragorn watched as his father studied his design.
Arathorn was muttering under his breath, "Yes...yes. Son, this is brilliant. If this works as well as I think it shall, I will have many of them made for use upon prisoners and slaves. You have made a father very proud this day, Aragorn."
Aragorn bowed. "I shall see you at dinner then, father?" he inquired.
"Until dinner, son." He called, strutting out with the drawing tucked under his arm.
Aragorn closed the chamber door behind his father. His mind was moving at a million miles per hour. His father had just helped him figure out how to help Legolas. It would require a lot of persuasion, but Aragorn was confident he would be able to pull it off.
He pulled out a pack and started packing the few things he would require on his short trip to Osgiliath.
*In the Dungeon*
Legolas was still out cold for the sleep-inducing drug still held its influence over him.
Outside his cell, however tongues were wagging.
"Lord Aragorn...he's leaving for the morning.... off to Osgiliath.... to see Faramir..." guards talked excitedly.
Unbeknownst to him, many eyes watched Legolas from outside his cell.
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What shall happen in Osgiliath? In Minas Tirith? On the author's computer?
Galadriel evenstar: Over the next week, I will be getting a new computer. I will try to update but I cannot guarantee anything. Please enjoy the chapter! Until next time, naamarie!
Author Note 2: Wrong, I didn't give up on you!!!!! I started this story and I plan to see it finished! Hope you like the next chapter!
Author Note 3: Don't listen to her ~galadriel evenstar
NOTICE: This story's name in English is supposed to be "My hope" but our elvish was wrong and it came out Nin Estel instead of Estel Nín (how it should be) Thanks to dreamingfifi for pointing out this error to us. We have decided to leave the title as is, as to avoid confusion.
Reviewer Responses:
Dreamingfifi: I'd like to thank you for the correction. My Elvish grammar is not very good. I don't want to change the title for fear of confusion. Please forgive me and bear with us. Actually, to tell you the truth it was Legolas19's idea....
Got-lotr: 1. I think I understood that you liked the lyrics? 2. Elves attack? I think you lost me cause I have no idea what you're talking about. Please review for us and be good to your penguins!
Gollum-girl: We're very hesitant about that. Although, we would have to up the rating...
Elven-Star-of-Gold: I'm sorry about Legolas's personality. We thought he'd be frightened cause he's on the young side (even for an elf) and scared because he's a captive, been tortured, drugged....... Need I say more?
Wisk8r: We had to insert a cute scene between the mean ones.... Oops, I should shut my mouth now.
Gozilla: I'm glad you can't wait to read more cause we can't either!
Yavie Aelinel: So, are you on Aragorn or Enya's side? PS I'm glad for that!
Ekeena Greenleaf: Isn't it amazing how things just pop into fanfics like they belong there... Actually, it was a recommendation by email from a reviewer that I should add the song to the chapter.
Yugijouoh: It's amazing how you can read my mind...
Viresse0: Here's another update! PS I hope your radio works!
Immortal-grace: I can't wait to read your new story. You're an awesome writer. Here's the next chapter and now you have to update too!
Luthien Galathil: I don't mean to offend anyone, but I do not care for or write slash. There will be none in any story I am associated with. I just want to make sure everyone knows that. Sorry bout that.
KaoticBlue: Thanks!
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
Ahhhh, here we go again with another chapter. What could possibly go wrong now that Aragorn has healed Legolas and he's on the road to recovery? Why, everything of course! It wouldn't be any fun if there weren't twists along the road, so I present to you now....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 7
*In Aragorn's Chambers*
Yet again, Aragorn was lying on his bed staring at the ceiling and thinking. It was his favorite way of thinking big matters through and this was definitely a big matter.
The afternoon's events ran through his mind. Flashes of Legolas, the guards, his father. He found some of his old clothes that Legolas could wear; that wasn't a problem. He now had 3 real problems: how to "restrain the elf" without further aggravating his injuries, how to protect the elf from the guards, and how he was going to get the elf out of Gondor.
Every idea that came to him seemed to have flaws. However, after about an hour, his thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. He answered to find his father standing outside his door.
"I require conference with you, Aragorn." He said brusquely.
He looked to the guards. "Stay outside the room and see that we aren't disturbed for any reason." They nodded and took up their positions.
Arathorn entered Aragorn's chambers and seated himself in a comfortable, backed chair while Aragorn stood on the balcony, looking out towards the horizon.
"Son, the matter I come to speak of is of dire importance. I have a letter that must be delivered to Faramir in Osgiliath. This letter however, is of importance. I will not entrust it to a messenger. You are the only one other than myself whom I would let deliver it. I ask that you ride early and deliver this. It is only a short trip. If you leave just after dawn, you should arrive back by noon. Will you do this for me?" Arathorn looked at Aragorn, who was now watching the smoke rise from the city of Osgiliath.
"Yes, father. I will take this errand for you." Aragorn paused. "Father, I have something to ask you."
"What is it, Aragorn?" he asked, concerned.
"I have decided that I would like to keep the elf here as my slave." He said, grinning wickedly.
Arathorn thought a moment then a malicious smile crept across his face. "That is a very good decision, son. As it has worked out, I have no need to trade with Mirkwood. I am proud of you. I gave the elf to you to do with as you please. You made a wise choice. Shall I have someone break him for you?"
"No." Aragorn said confidently.
Arathorn looked at him, dumbfounded.
"I shall break him myself. I have already come up with a design for a restraint to help break him with. Can you have the smiths make it for me?" Aragorn asked, vicious intent in his eyes.
Arathorn stood and tousled his son's hair. "I shall have it made right away." He thought a moment. "In fact, give me the plans now. I shall have it made for you, so that you can start when you get back tomorrow. A thank you of sorts for taking this message for me."
Aragorn lifted the sheet of paper from his table and handed it to his father. Aragorn watched as his father studied his design.
Arathorn was muttering under his breath, "Yes...yes. Son, this is brilliant. If this works as well as I think it shall, I will have many of them made for use upon prisoners and slaves. You have made a father very proud this day, Aragorn."
Aragorn bowed. "I shall see you at dinner then, father?" he inquired.
"Until dinner, son." He called, strutting out with the drawing tucked under his arm.
Aragorn closed the chamber door behind his father. His mind was moving at a million miles per hour. His father had just helped him figure out how to help Legolas. It would require a lot of persuasion, but Aragorn was confident he would be able to pull it off.
He pulled out a pack and started packing the few things he would require on his short trip to Osgiliath.
*In the Dungeon*
Legolas was still out cold for the sleep-inducing drug still held its influence over him.
Outside his cell, however tongues were wagging.
"Lord Aragorn...he's leaving for the morning.... off to Osgiliath.... to see Faramir..." guards talked excitedly.
Unbeknownst to him, many eyes watched Legolas from outside his cell.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What shall happen in Osgiliath? In Minas Tirith? On the author's computer?
Galadriel evenstar: Over the next week, I will be getting a new computer. I will try to update but I cannot guarantee anything. Please enjoy the chapter! Until next time, naamarie!