To the Reviewers:
Lazuli-rain: galadriel evenstar-Thank you. Everything was my idea. I just let Legolas19 take the credit. *Legolas19 comes running in* Legolas19: wait a minute; don't listen to that girly-girl, mirror obsessive.... Galadriel: well, excuse me. I can see the future and you can't. Legolas19: *pouts*
Got-lotr: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews especially the assassination one.
Gollum-girl: More updates are coming, if you review.
Kept-secret: YA! We're glad that you're reviewing again! About the Aragorn learning Elvish thing, we just threw it in there cause it sounded good.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: If we didn't make him really mean, we'd have to make Aragorn mean and we definitely don't want that...
Silvertongue: Thanks!
Yavie Aelinel: I'm getting a new computer in a week. The shipment got delayed so you get another chapter in the mean time.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
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Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 8
*In the chambers of King Arathorn, dawn*
Arathorn handed him the letter bearing the official seal of the king.
"Ride swift and safe, my son." Arathorn said. "When you return, I shall have your order from the smiths."
"Thank you, father. I look forward to coming back later." Aragorn smiled. "Make sure no one talks to him. I want him to be completely unaware."
"I shall inform the guards. Now, ride for Osgiliath!" Arathorn told Aragorn, fatherly pride threatening to overwhelm him, as Aragorn exited his chambers.
*Plains near Osgiliath, 8 am*
Aragorn had a feeling of dread sitting upon his shoulders. He worried for the elf, alone in the dungeons, at the mercy of the guards.
Aragorn sent out a silent prayer for Legolas as he rode the through the gates of Osgiliath.
*In the Dungeon, 9 am*
Legolas blinked and yawned. He looked around. 'I guess it wasn't a nightmare' he thought sourly. He tried to stretch then noticed the shackles confining his wrists and ankles again. The blanket almost slid off. He pulled on the clothes that had been left for him. They were huge, hanging from his lean frame. 'Oh well' he thought grimly 'At least I have something to wear'.
He ate the fruit that had been left on a little table. He savored each sweet bite. As he was about to pick up another piece, his cell door slammed open. A guard was there and he was smiling.
'This is definitely not good' Legolas thought in despair.
Legolas was shackled to the wall, so he couldn't go anywhere, but that didn't stop him from trying to scream and struggle.
"Stop it, you cursed elf!" the guard bellowed. When Legolas kept it up, the guard backhanded him. Before he had a chance to recover, the guard roughly gagged him with a dirty rag, muffling the noise.
With the elf greatly disadvantaged, the guard produced a large syringe. He pinned one of Legolas's flailing arms to the wall and stabbed it, emptying the contents of the syringe into the poor elf's body.
Being pinned how he was, Legolas could not see what had been injected into him. He prepared himself for blackness, but none came. Instead, his body started to sag, limbs dropping like dead weights. He felt whatever it was coursing through his veins. His mind was sharper than ever. Then he realized what it had been. He'd been injected with something that would keep him awake, but weak.
As the guard came towards him again, Legolas tried to strain against his bonds, but his arms and legs seemed to be filled with lead. The guard turned him over; his stomach on the cell's dirty floor, muddy water soaked the front of his tunic. The guard produced a dagger...
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Yes, I did it. I LEFT A CLIFFIE! Now, you must review or you'll never find out what happens to poor Legolas. You never know what an author without reviews might do. Once I have 10 reviews, I'll post the next chapter! Thanks! ~galadriel evenstar
Lazuli-rain: galadriel evenstar-Thank you. Everything was my idea. I just let Legolas19 take the credit. *Legolas19 comes running in* Legolas19: wait a minute; don't listen to that girly-girl, mirror obsessive.... Galadriel: well, excuse me. I can see the future and you can't. Legolas19: *pouts*
Got-lotr: Thanks for all the wonderful reviews especially the assassination one.
Gollum-girl: More updates are coming, if you review.
Kept-secret: YA! We're glad that you're reviewing again! About the Aragorn learning Elvish thing, we just threw it in there cause it sounded good.
Elven-Star-of-Gold: If we didn't make him really mean, we'd have to make Aragorn mean and we definitely don't want that...
Silvertongue: Thanks!
Yavie Aelinel: I'm getting a new computer in a week. The shipment got delayed so you get another chapter in the mean time.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 5
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nin Estel (My Hope) Part 8
*In the chambers of King Arathorn, dawn*
Arathorn handed him the letter bearing the official seal of the king.
"Ride swift and safe, my son." Arathorn said. "When you return, I shall have your order from the smiths."
"Thank you, father. I look forward to coming back later." Aragorn smiled. "Make sure no one talks to him. I want him to be completely unaware."
"I shall inform the guards. Now, ride for Osgiliath!" Arathorn told Aragorn, fatherly pride threatening to overwhelm him, as Aragorn exited his chambers.
*Plains near Osgiliath, 8 am*
Aragorn had a feeling of dread sitting upon his shoulders. He worried for the elf, alone in the dungeons, at the mercy of the guards.
Aragorn sent out a silent prayer for Legolas as he rode the through the gates of Osgiliath.
*In the Dungeon, 9 am*
Legolas blinked and yawned. He looked around. 'I guess it wasn't a nightmare' he thought sourly. He tried to stretch then noticed the shackles confining his wrists and ankles again. The blanket almost slid off. He pulled on the clothes that had been left for him. They were huge, hanging from his lean frame. 'Oh well' he thought grimly 'At least I have something to wear'.
He ate the fruit that had been left on a little table. He savored each sweet bite. As he was about to pick up another piece, his cell door slammed open. A guard was there and he was smiling.
'This is definitely not good' Legolas thought in despair.
Legolas was shackled to the wall, so he couldn't go anywhere, but that didn't stop him from trying to scream and struggle.
"Stop it, you cursed elf!" the guard bellowed. When Legolas kept it up, the guard backhanded him. Before he had a chance to recover, the guard roughly gagged him with a dirty rag, muffling the noise.
With the elf greatly disadvantaged, the guard produced a large syringe. He pinned one of Legolas's flailing arms to the wall and stabbed it, emptying the contents of the syringe into the poor elf's body.
Being pinned how he was, Legolas could not see what had been injected into him. He prepared himself for blackness, but none came. Instead, his body started to sag, limbs dropping like dead weights. He felt whatever it was coursing through his veins. His mind was sharper than ever. Then he realized what it had been. He'd been injected with something that would keep him awake, but weak.
As the guard came towards him again, Legolas tried to strain against his bonds, but his arms and legs seemed to be filled with lead. The guard turned him over; his stomach on the cell's dirty floor, muddy water soaked the front of his tunic. The guard produced a dagger...
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Yes, I did it. I LEFT A CLIFFIE! Now, you must review or you'll never find out what happens to poor Legolas. You never know what an author without reviews might do. Once I have 10 reviews, I'll post the next chapter! Thanks! ~galadriel evenstar