Chapter Title: Chapter Nine - Calm Before The Storm 9/15
For disclaimer, summary, etc: please refer to chapter one.
A/N:
::looks outside:: Two hurricanes heading this way. The joys of living in eastern NC. Wait ... ::stares at readers:: this isn't some weird form of revenge is it? ... ::eyes the increasing winds:: Okay then perhaps I should just post and hurry along ... ::g::
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Erestor eyed Legolas suspiciously. He knew the Mirkwood elf was hiding something, and being stubbornly tight-lipped about it. It grated on Erestor's nerves; he felt that if another moment went by while Legolas tried not to grimace over each horse trot, he would go insane. Well, more insane. But that is another story altogether ...
"Is something wrong, Thranduilion?" There. He broke the silence! Erestor grinned in spite of himself.
"No, nothing is wrong." The short, clipped answer came. Erestor twitched.
"It is not polite to lie ..." Let him get out of that one.
"It is not polite to pry."
Blast it all! If Legolas Thranduilion wasn't the most infuriating elf that Erestor had ever had the displeasure of meeting!
"Quit playing games! I know something is wrong and I would like to know what it is, preferably before an encounter with orcs!" Erestor glared.
"Games? I am not playing games mellon nin, but I do know one where one person has to guess-"
"Greenleaf! Don't make me turn these horses around!"
Legolas almost laughed out loud. "Why, I do believe you just sounded exactly like my father, on those very long trips outside the palace when I was younger." He looked thoughtful. "Not as handsome though."
Erestor sputtered, turning an interesting shade of red. Just as he was about to launch into another argument, Legolas interrupted.
"Peace, my friend. I was only, as Estel says, 'pulling your chain'. I am fine, really. The poison has just wrecked havoc on my system and I have not fully rid myself of the effects."
Erestor continued to glare. "If something is wrong, Legolas, I would like to know. Especially since we do have a high probability of running into some foul creature bent on gleefully killing us."
Legolas grinned widely. "Yes, of course! You will be the first to know, whether it be a bug bite, a stomach rumble, or even an orc wound. Erestor, my dear, sweet, worrying saviour."
"Why do I even bother?!" Erestor muttered.
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Linden groaned, blinking into the darkness. His head ached quite a bit, no doubt from where Legolas has knocked him unconscious.
'Ugh! That'll be the last time I try to restrain THAT stubborn, Valar forsaken, Mirkwood elf again!' He grimaced as he stood. 'Elrond better reward me for putting up with this. I think I'll sail before I'm forced to treat Thranduilion again.'
As he made his way across the room on wobbly legs, the door burst open and whacked him in the back, sending him flying several feet. He landed on his stomach, eagle spread with the wind knocked from him.
"Oh, dear me! I am sorry Master Linden! I did not realize you stood behind the door!" One of the maids hurriedly helped him to his feet again, then brushed him off.
All in all, Linden felt that he really wasn't having a very good day. He wobbled yet again, his legs threatening to collapse.
"I am fine, dear girl. Juts a few bumps and bruises but I suppose I'll live." He gave a false smile.
"Right." She grinned back, well unaware of his true feelings. Which revolved around strangling a certain elf at the moment.
"Where is Prince Legolas? I heard he would be spending several days in the healing room." The maid look put out.
Linden grumbled. "Legolas decided he was well enough to go gallivanting across the wilderness. I'm just a healer, who am I to disagree?" Linden noticed the made did not catch the underlying sarcasm.
"Oh, that poor thing." She sighed. "Ah, well, I must attend to my duties. A good night to you, Master Linden." With that, she walked - or trotted, Linden thought - out of the room, humming under her breath.
"Yes." Linden muttered. "He will be a poor thing when I get my hands around his scrawny little neck!"
With that thought in mind, Linden headed off towards his room, visions of death and dismemberment dancing in his head.
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The sound of snarling and heavy footsteps echoed in the night. The orcs, foul creatures that they were, still hunted their prey. Their eyes glowed dimly in the moonlight, as they lifted their noses into the wind.
"He is close." A hoarse whisper came from the left side of the group.
"Yes." The leader grunted. "And the wolves have smelled him also. We must hurry."
The footsteps grew louder as they picked up the pace, causing the few remaining plant life to shudder as they passed.
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Reviews -
sielge - Thank you! And yeah - I'm rather fond of that connection myself. ;-)
Firniswin - ACK! ::gets blown over by all the capital letters:: Okay ... I think I got the hint there! ;-) And ... waitaminute ... ::rushes to review history, it clicks:: oh, woah! I hadn't realized it was your Hidalgo fic! (Sorry! LOL, I usually don't click with names ... I'm terrible keeping up with someone's name, online and off!) Well - the fic is brilliant. I love it. And I do hope you shall be writing more Hidalgo stuff! LOL! :-) Do keep up the good work! :)
Deana - LMAO! Yes ... perhaps one day I'll rewrite all of this and send it that way!! ::evil grin:: Thanks for reviewing! :)
The Cap'n - Kill? Err ... that's not for certain right now! LOL. Maim? Torture? Just plain physically abuse? Yeah. That's a given! ;-) Thanks oodles! :)
Mornflower - Hmmm ... well perhaps if you can pry the stubborn elf off of his hunt for Estel! ;-) Although I'm sure Legolas wouldn't like that ... hm ... ::hands you a tranq gun:: ::g:: That should help! Hahaha! And sleep? What is this foreign word you speak of?? Hahahaha!
Sangfroid - And elven ranger? Sounds yummy. ;-) Spork! LOL, that would be my weapon of choice - however I do not think they have sporks in ME. It would take Legolas a few moments to ponder the meaning of "spork" before he could use it! Haha! Good to know though. I'm a great Arathorn fan myself. (As well as Halbarad, I'm absolutely fascinated by the man! I really must include the two in a fic in the near future ... or far future, silly me, I've started another fic earlier tonight ::sighs::) But yes - I do feel sympathy for the wolves also. I own a wolf ... ::hugs him:: he's my baby! (Although he's about 6 years old now, haha!)
elvingirl3737 - ::laughs:: I can picture that. When I'm caught up in a particularly good fic it takes quite a bit to draw my attention away from the screen. (Other than looking down and having to wipe drool from the keyboard every so often!) The Carolinas?? North or South?? I'm living in Eastern NC right now! The "y'all" has never left me. (And I don't believe I want it to ... I'm rather fond speaking slowly with as much southern drawl as I can to northerners, it's amusing watching them sputter in frustration ... [no offense to anybody in the north!] ... haha!) As for Estel ... he may survive ... he may not. There will be angst and comfort coming up quickly though! :D
grumpy - LOL yeah. Either being fish food or wolf food. Neither sounds too appealing, huh? Hahaha!
Night-Owl123 - Haha, ok then!
jacquelinestel - I don't know. It's one of the great mysteries of the world. Why do we like seeing any fine male suffer? ::Shrugs:: ::just enjoys it:: Haha! Thanks bunches! :)
leggylover03 - Wenchness. WHeeeeeeeeeee. ;-) Click it as you fly by, wheeeee ::clickclickclick:: wheeeee ::clickclickclick:: wheee ::latchslobbergrab:: wheeee ::clickclickclick::. LMAO. Okies ::ahem::. And snot slinging coming right up. Wow I so have to type up chapters 11 through 15! LOL.
Catmint - Again I say - I must rent Robin Hood POT! (And get a new drool guard for the keyboard, haha!) Thanks bunches though, glad you like it! :)
Hiei-Rulez - LOL! Well the wolves are evil wolves. Great ugly brutes of wolves, not the cute ones. And LOL, I won't forget about the girl with the shovel. She'll be there bashing the baddies after the good guys are off the battlefield. ;-)
Well, ::whew:: okay that's all for that chapter. Sorry if I missed anyone - I'm kind of in a rush, trying to get things prepared online in case one of these hurricanes/tropical storms causes me to be offline. ::shakes head at the evil storms::
Lots of hugs to all the reviewers and lurkers! Reviews are still welcome! Maybe I'll pass the 100 mark with this chapter! ::hopeful look:: LOL! :)
For disclaimer, summary, etc: please refer to chapter one.
A/N:
::looks outside:: Two hurricanes heading this way. The joys of living in eastern NC. Wait ... ::stares at readers:: this isn't some weird form of revenge is it? ... ::eyes the increasing winds:: Okay then perhaps I should just post and hurry along ... ::g::
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Erestor eyed Legolas suspiciously. He knew the Mirkwood elf was hiding something, and being stubbornly tight-lipped about it. It grated on Erestor's nerves; he felt that if another moment went by while Legolas tried not to grimace over each horse trot, he would go insane. Well, more insane. But that is another story altogether ...
"Is something wrong, Thranduilion?" There. He broke the silence! Erestor grinned in spite of himself.
"No, nothing is wrong." The short, clipped answer came. Erestor twitched.
"It is not polite to lie ..." Let him get out of that one.
"It is not polite to pry."
Blast it all! If Legolas Thranduilion wasn't the most infuriating elf that Erestor had ever had the displeasure of meeting!
"Quit playing games! I know something is wrong and I would like to know what it is, preferably before an encounter with orcs!" Erestor glared.
"Games? I am not playing games mellon nin, but I do know one where one person has to guess-"
"Greenleaf! Don't make me turn these horses around!"
Legolas almost laughed out loud. "Why, I do believe you just sounded exactly like my father, on those very long trips outside the palace when I was younger." He looked thoughtful. "Not as handsome though."
Erestor sputtered, turning an interesting shade of red. Just as he was about to launch into another argument, Legolas interrupted.
"Peace, my friend. I was only, as Estel says, 'pulling your chain'. I am fine, really. The poison has just wrecked havoc on my system and I have not fully rid myself of the effects."
Erestor continued to glare. "If something is wrong, Legolas, I would like to know. Especially since we do have a high probability of running into some foul creature bent on gleefully killing us."
Legolas grinned widely. "Yes, of course! You will be the first to know, whether it be a bug bite, a stomach rumble, or even an orc wound. Erestor, my dear, sweet, worrying saviour."
"Why do I even bother?!" Erestor muttered.
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Linden groaned, blinking into the darkness. His head ached quite a bit, no doubt from where Legolas has knocked him unconscious.
'Ugh! That'll be the last time I try to restrain THAT stubborn, Valar forsaken, Mirkwood elf again!' He grimaced as he stood. 'Elrond better reward me for putting up with this. I think I'll sail before I'm forced to treat Thranduilion again.'
As he made his way across the room on wobbly legs, the door burst open and whacked him in the back, sending him flying several feet. He landed on his stomach, eagle spread with the wind knocked from him.
"Oh, dear me! I am sorry Master Linden! I did not realize you stood behind the door!" One of the maids hurriedly helped him to his feet again, then brushed him off.
All in all, Linden felt that he really wasn't having a very good day. He wobbled yet again, his legs threatening to collapse.
"I am fine, dear girl. Juts a few bumps and bruises but I suppose I'll live." He gave a false smile.
"Right." She grinned back, well unaware of his true feelings. Which revolved around strangling a certain elf at the moment.
"Where is Prince Legolas? I heard he would be spending several days in the healing room." The maid look put out.
Linden grumbled. "Legolas decided he was well enough to go gallivanting across the wilderness. I'm just a healer, who am I to disagree?" Linden noticed the made did not catch the underlying sarcasm.
"Oh, that poor thing." She sighed. "Ah, well, I must attend to my duties. A good night to you, Master Linden." With that, she walked - or trotted, Linden thought - out of the room, humming under her breath.
"Yes." Linden muttered. "He will be a poor thing when I get my hands around his scrawny little neck!"
With that thought in mind, Linden headed off towards his room, visions of death and dismemberment dancing in his head.
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The sound of snarling and heavy footsteps echoed in the night. The orcs, foul creatures that they were, still hunted their prey. Their eyes glowed dimly in the moonlight, as they lifted their noses into the wind.
"He is close." A hoarse whisper came from the left side of the group.
"Yes." The leader grunted. "And the wolves have smelled him also. We must hurry."
The footsteps grew louder as they picked up the pace, causing the few remaining plant life to shudder as they passed.
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Reviews -
sielge - Thank you! And yeah - I'm rather fond of that connection myself. ;-)
Firniswin - ACK! ::gets blown over by all the capital letters:: Okay ... I think I got the hint there! ;-) And ... waitaminute ... ::rushes to review history, it clicks:: oh, woah! I hadn't realized it was your Hidalgo fic! (Sorry! LOL, I usually don't click with names ... I'm terrible keeping up with someone's name, online and off!) Well - the fic is brilliant. I love it. And I do hope you shall be writing more Hidalgo stuff! LOL! :-) Do keep up the good work! :)
Deana - LMAO! Yes ... perhaps one day I'll rewrite all of this and send it that way!! ::evil grin:: Thanks for reviewing! :)
The Cap'n - Kill? Err ... that's not for certain right now! LOL. Maim? Torture? Just plain physically abuse? Yeah. That's a given! ;-) Thanks oodles! :)
Mornflower - Hmmm ... well perhaps if you can pry the stubborn elf off of his hunt for Estel! ;-) Although I'm sure Legolas wouldn't like that ... hm ... ::hands you a tranq gun:: ::g:: That should help! Hahaha! And sleep? What is this foreign word you speak of?? Hahahaha!
Sangfroid - And elven ranger? Sounds yummy. ;-) Spork! LOL, that would be my weapon of choice - however I do not think they have sporks in ME. It would take Legolas a few moments to ponder the meaning of "spork" before he could use it! Haha! Good to know though. I'm a great Arathorn fan myself. (As well as Halbarad, I'm absolutely fascinated by the man! I really must include the two in a fic in the near future ... or far future, silly me, I've started another fic earlier tonight ::sighs::) But yes - I do feel sympathy for the wolves also. I own a wolf ... ::hugs him:: he's my baby! (Although he's about 6 years old now, haha!)
elvingirl3737 - ::laughs:: I can picture that. When I'm caught up in a particularly good fic it takes quite a bit to draw my attention away from the screen. (Other than looking down and having to wipe drool from the keyboard every so often!) The Carolinas?? North or South?? I'm living in Eastern NC right now! The "y'all" has never left me. (And I don't believe I want it to ... I'm rather fond speaking slowly with as much southern drawl as I can to northerners, it's amusing watching them sputter in frustration ... [no offense to anybody in the north!] ... haha!) As for Estel ... he may survive ... he may not. There will be angst and comfort coming up quickly though! :D
grumpy - LOL yeah. Either being fish food or wolf food. Neither sounds too appealing, huh? Hahaha!
Night-Owl123 - Haha, ok then!
jacquelinestel - I don't know. It's one of the great mysteries of the world. Why do we like seeing any fine male suffer? ::Shrugs:: ::just enjoys it:: Haha! Thanks bunches! :)
leggylover03 - Wenchness. WHeeeeeeeeeee. ;-) Click it as you fly by, wheeeee ::clickclickclick:: wheeeee ::clickclickclick:: wheee ::latchslobbergrab:: wheeee ::clickclickclick::. LMAO. Okies ::ahem::. And snot slinging coming right up. Wow I so have to type up chapters 11 through 15! LOL.
Catmint - Again I say - I must rent Robin Hood POT! (And get a new drool guard for the keyboard, haha!) Thanks bunches though, glad you like it! :)
Hiei-Rulez - LOL! Well the wolves are evil wolves. Great ugly brutes of wolves, not the cute ones. And LOL, I won't forget about the girl with the shovel. She'll be there bashing the baddies after the good guys are off the battlefield. ;-)
Well, ::whew:: okay that's all for that chapter. Sorry if I missed anyone - I'm kind of in a rush, trying to get things prepared online in case one of these hurricanes/tropical storms causes me to be offline. ::shakes head at the evil storms::
Lots of hugs to all the reviewers and lurkers! Reviews are still welcome! Maybe I'll pass the 100 mark with this chapter! ::hopeful look:: LOL! :)