A/N Hi everyone. I meant to get this up yesterday but I hadn't finished the
draft and for this one I need to know what's happening.
Legolas: And you were watching a Yu-gi-oh marathon on Nickelodeon.
Shut up! Anyways, I'm just going to get t the point for once coz I'm in a really bad mood and I can't be bothered to argue with the Elf.
~Reviewers~
elven-elements~ yeah, at least Leggy is free! And I also hate school! For one reason that my so called 'friends' have turned against me, but I won't go into that. Glad you like my story!
DJ Tammykat~ you think my writing is... superb????? OMG!!! You have totally just cheered me up!! And here is the next chapter and I'm so glad you like!
Chapter 3~ Glittering Stars
When Legolas awoke he found himself lying flat on him back and a blanket staring up at the starry sky. He noticed Eärendil shinning brightest of all. And he fantasized about what it would be like to be a star, glittering in the endless blackness, so far away from all his pain. He saw from the corner of his eye the faint glint of firelight that swam in and out of his vision. For those few short moments he felt at peace, he was finally out of the palace of the Mater of the Lake-town.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position. The slave trader was no where to be seen. He glanced at his surroundings. He seemed to be on the outskirts of the forest and his acute hearing could pick up the faint sound of a running river not very far away. He glanced down at his hands and expected them to be bound with rope, but they were not. What he did find though, was a piece of Elvish rope tied t his foot then attached to a peg in the ground.
He leant forwards to untie himself but felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, then in his ribs. He clutched his shoulder, steadied himself and began to fumble quickly with the rope, despite the pain he was experiencing in his shoulder and stomach. He had to get free before that slave trader came back/ been back in the open air again had given him back some of his sense to live. And he had to know if she was back...
But he could not undo the rope, his nimble fingers shook uncontrollably. Suddenly he froze as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was too late. The slave trader had returned. "Daro," he said softly. He bent down and crouched besides Legolas. His eyes soft and no longer bore any sign of anger.
Legolas' sudden lust for freedom subsided and he squirmed away from the human, fear etched on his face. "Please, do not be afraid. I mean you no harm," the man said gently reaching out a hand but Legolas recoiled.
The human looked hurt. He said no more to the Elf but took out a small dagger. Legolas glanced at it fearfully as it glinted in the moonlight. He watched it as the human moved towards his bound foot and to his surprise, cut the rope that bound him. then the man r-sheathed the dagger, looked one last time at Legolas, clear sadness etched all over hi young face. He then stood and moved away to sit by the fire giving Legolas some space.
Legolas on the other hand, simply gazed after the man. Now was his chance to run, escape. The human had just so willingly cut him free. It would be so easy to run away, even with his broken ribs and dislocated shoulder. But something was stopping him...
The Elf stood up and made his way cautiously towards the human who showed no sign that he knew Legolas was there. He was busy adding herbs and such to a small bowl and crushing them into a thick sweet smelling paste. Legolas, curiosity overwhelming him, sat down next to the man breathing in the sweet smell of athelas he was now adding to the mix. There was a silence that relaxed Legolas.
It was a long time before the human showed any sign he knew the Elf was sitting next to him. but when he spoke his voice was quiet and almost sad. "You do not remember me do you?"
Legolas shook his head. "Who are you. And why would a man such as you treat me with such kindness?"
"What do you mean?" said the man crushing more athelas in his bowl.
"I mean, you are a slave trader. Are you not?" Legolas felt relaxed around this man for some reason. He had not felt this calm in a very long time.
The man scoffed. "If that is what you think I am, then you are wildly mistaken. Hat was just a disguise."
"What? Then who are you?" Legolas said.
"I was once one of you friends, your student. But I am older now," said the man. He placed his bowl down and gazed at Legolas who gazed back. Those hazel eyes, the brown hair. A flash of a memory came to him and his eyes lit up with recognition. "Estel?"
The man nodded, a smile spreading over his face.
"Yes mellon nin, it Is i. once a friend and an eager student where archery is concerned. I remember you were the only one who had patience enough to teach me. And I thank you for it. It has come in useful."
"I had some time on my hands. Besides, there was little for me to teach. You are a natural," why he was suddenly feeling so clam as the fear washed away from him, he did not know. "I am surprised you remember. It seems so long ago in happy times."
"How could I forget?" was Estel's simply reply.
A smile creased Legolas' cracked lips. The first true smile since he could not remember.
"I'm sorry," Estel said suddenly. Legolas just gazed at him questioningly. "For the way I treated you. And then for tying up down again. You know it was all an act. I had to do it otherwise risk been found out by the Master of the Lake-town. And I had to tie you down. I knew that when you awoke you would try to escape before I had a chance to explain myself," Estel looked like the child Legolas knew all those yeas ago.
"It is fine mellon nin, I understand. You would not have done it unless you had to.
Estel smiled in relief. Legolas shifted uncomfortably then grimaced as pain shot up his shoulder. Estel looked concerned. "What is it Legolas?"
"Nothing, it is nothing. Just my shoulder, and my ribs," Legolas replied dismissively.
"Let me heal it for you. Or at least ease the pain until we get to Rivendell," said Estel.
"We are going to Rivendell? But Mirkwood is closer," said Legolas trying to change the subject.
"No," Estel shook his head. "I have strict instructions from my Ada that you are to return to Rivendell and you are not to travel through Mirkwood, we are to go around. King Thranduil waits for you in Rivendell. Elladan and Elrohir wait for us not far away. It was too much of a risk for them to come near the Lake-town if you know what I mean."
"I understand. It will be good to see some of my own people again after been in the company of men for so long," Estel shifted. Legolas did not seem to realise that what he had just said made the human feel uncomfortable.
"Anyway, shall I heal some of your wounds I have made this," Estel held up the bowl with the mixture in it.
Legolas now looked uncomfortable. "No, no I shall wait until we get to Rivendell."
"But that is a long way. At least you need to have your shoulder knocked back into place-"
"I will be fine. I can cope," Legolas snapped.
"But-"
"No Estel!" the Elf stood up, regaining some of his old stubbornness. "I do not need help from a human!"
With that he stormed off and went to sit as far away from the Estel as he could, just beyond the firelight. His words had hurt Estel, he knew it. But he couldn't, not yet...
He watched Estel stand and retreat into the bushes where beyond the horses were grazing by a small stream. Hw waited a while and when Estel did not return, followed after him. he found the young man perched on a rock singing softly to himself, the horse near him listening to the Elvish song.
No doubt he heard Legolas approach, though his footsteps made no noise he felt his presence. But again he did not react and ignored him. they both sat for a while in silence as before, the wind rustled through the long grass and the stars glittered down from the velvet sky above. "Eärendil shines bright tonight," Legolas said softly to break the silence. "I have not seen him that bright for a very long time."
"He shines forever bright," Estel replied.
"Not for me. I was never allowed to go out in the fresh evening air and see him in his full glory. Only from a small window in my room," said Legolas.
"Did they really break you as the Master said?" Estel could not help asking.
"Almost. But not quite. If I truly was broken I would not be here. They came very close though. Only one thought, one seed of hope sustained me."
"What was that?" asked Estel.
"The hope that she would be waiting for me when I did break free and was able to return to her," said Legolas, his eyes asking an unspoken question.
"Valia has not returned," Estel answered quietly. "Ada went to see her all the time, but her eyes are still closed to our world."
Legolas was silent. His last spark of hope had just been extinguished. "Well, may be the hope that she would return was just too much."
"No, no Legolas. I still believe she will return, or at least I believe she wants too, may be she can not. Maybe she can not get back to Middle earth," said Estel comfortingly.
"Or may be she does not want to," Legolas said picking up a twig and snapping it in half, forgetting for a moment his dislocated shoulder. He winced as pain once more hot through it.
"Let me at least heal your shoulder. Or do you mistrust all men now, even old friends," Estel said getting Legolas back for his earlier comment.
"That is for me to judge," the Elf stood and made his way back to the camp fire.
"I have no doubt you will Prince," Estel muttered when Legolas was way out of ear shot. "No doubt at al..."
A/N phew, well there you go! And I think that chapter was a little longer than the others. And I actually like that chapter! Now, Legolas, what do you think?
Legolas: Better
Is that it?
Legolas: Yes.
Don't you want to expand on that?
Legolas: No.
Well if you don't, I'll make you listen about my terrible day again!
Legolas: Tell someone who cares, like your beloved readers.
Ok *starts to recap story of the nastiness of my 'friends'*
Legolas: Ok folks, we could be here for a while so I'm just going to wrap it up there. So... review and start a revolt and stuff to get Valia back. Bye!
Legolas: And you were watching a Yu-gi-oh marathon on Nickelodeon.
Shut up! Anyways, I'm just going to get t the point for once coz I'm in a really bad mood and I can't be bothered to argue with the Elf.
~Reviewers~
elven-elements~ yeah, at least Leggy is free! And I also hate school! For one reason that my so called 'friends' have turned against me, but I won't go into that. Glad you like my story!
DJ Tammykat~ you think my writing is... superb????? OMG!!! You have totally just cheered me up!! And here is the next chapter and I'm so glad you like!
Chapter 3~ Glittering Stars
When Legolas awoke he found himself lying flat on him back and a blanket staring up at the starry sky. He noticed Eärendil shinning brightest of all. And he fantasized about what it would be like to be a star, glittering in the endless blackness, so far away from all his pain. He saw from the corner of his eye the faint glint of firelight that swam in and out of his vision. For those few short moments he felt at peace, he was finally out of the palace of the Mater of the Lake-town.
He pushed himself up into a sitting position. The slave trader was no where to be seen. He glanced at his surroundings. He seemed to be on the outskirts of the forest and his acute hearing could pick up the faint sound of a running river not very far away. He glanced down at his hands and expected them to be bound with rope, but they were not. What he did find though, was a piece of Elvish rope tied t his foot then attached to a peg in the ground.
He leant forwards to untie himself but felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, then in his ribs. He clutched his shoulder, steadied himself and began to fumble quickly with the rope, despite the pain he was experiencing in his shoulder and stomach. He had to get free before that slave trader came back/ been back in the open air again had given him back some of his sense to live. And he had to know if she was back...
But he could not undo the rope, his nimble fingers shook uncontrollably. Suddenly he froze as he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was too late. The slave trader had returned. "Daro," he said softly. He bent down and crouched besides Legolas. His eyes soft and no longer bore any sign of anger.
Legolas' sudden lust for freedom subsided and he squirmed away from the human, fear etched on his face. "Please, do not be afraid. I mean you no harm," the man said gently reaching out a hand but Legolas recoiled.
The human looked hurt. He said no more to the Elf but took out a small dagger. Legolas glanced at it fearfully as it glinted in the moonlight. He watched it as the human moved towards his bound foot and to his surprise, cut the rope that bound him. then the man r-sheathed the dagger, looked one last time at Legolas, clear sadness etched all over hi young face. He then stood and moved away to sit by the fire giving Legolas some space.
Legolas on the other hand, simply gazed after the man. Now was his chance to run, escape. The human had just so willingly cut him free. It would be so easy to run away, even with his broken ribs and dislocated shoulder. But something was stopping him...
The Elf stood up and made his way cautiously towards the human who showed no sign that he knew Legolas was there. He was busy adding herbs and such to a small bowl and crushing them into a thick sweet smelling paste. Legolas, curiosity overwhelming him, sat down next to the man breathing in the sweet smell of athelas he was now adding to the mix. There was a silence that relaxed Legolas.
It was a long time before the human showed any sign he knew the Elf was sitting next to him. but when he spoke his voice was quiet and almost sad. "You do not remember me do you?"
Legolas shook his head. "Who are you. And why would a man such as you treat me with such kindness?"
"What do you mean?" said the man crushing more athelas in his bowl.
"I mean, you are a slave trader. Are you not?" Legolas felt relaxed around this man for some reason. He had not felt this calm in a very long time.
The man scoffed. "If that is what you think I am, then you are wildly mistaken. Hat was just a disguise."
"What? Then who are you?" Legolas said.
"I was once one of you friends, your student. But I am older now," said the man. He placed his bowl down and gazed at Legolas who gazed back. Those hazel eyes, the brown hair. A flash of a memory came to him and his eyes lit up with recognition. "Estel?"
The man nodded, a smile spreading over his face.
"Yes mellon nin, it Is i. once a friend and an eager student where archery is concerned. I remember you were the only one who had patience enough to teach me. And I thank you for it. It has come in useful."
"I had some time on my hands. Besides, there was little for me to teach. You are a natural," why he was suddenly feeling so clam as the fear washed away from him, he did not know. "I am surprised you remember. It seems so long ago in happy times."
"How could I forget?" was Estel's simply reply.
A smile creased Legolas' cracked lips. The first true smile since he could not remember.
"I'm sorry," Estel said suddenly. Legolas just gazed at him questioningly. "For the way I treated you. And then for tying up down again. You know it was all an act. I had to do it otherwise risk been found out by the Master of the Lake-town. And I had to tie you down. I knew that when you awoke you would try to escape before I had a chance to explain myself," Estel looked like the child Legolas knew all those yeas ago.
"It is fine mellon nin, I understand. You would not have done it unless you had to.
Estel smiled in relief. Legolas shifted uncomfortably then grimaced as pain shot up his shoulder. Estel looked concerned. "What is it Legolas?"
"Nothing, it is nothing. Just my shoulder, and my ribs," Legolas replied dismissively.
"Let me heal it for you. Or at least ease the pain until we get to Rivendell," said Estel.
"We are going to Rivendell? But Mirkwood is closer," said Legolas trying to change the subject.
"No," Estel shook his head. "I have strict instructions from my Ada that you are to return to Rivendell and you are not to travel through Mirkwood, we are to go around. King Thranduil waits for you in Rivendell. Elladan and Elrohir wait for us not far away. It was too much of a risk for them to come near the Lake-town if you know what I mean."
"I understand. It will be good to see some of my own people again after been in the company of men for so long," Estel shifted. Legolas did not seem to realise that what he had just said made the human feel uncomfortable.
"Anyway, shall I heal some of your wounds I have made this," Estel held up the bowl with the mixture in it.
Legolas now looked uncomfortable. "No, no I shall wait until we get to Rivendell."
"But that is a long way. At least you need to have your shoulder knocked back into place-"
"I will be fine. I can cope," Legolas snapped.
"But-"
"No Estel!" the Elf stood up, regaining some of his old stubbornness. "I do not need help from a human!"
With that he stormed off and went to sit as far away from the Estel as he could, just beyond the firelight. His words had hurt Estel, he knew it. But he couldn't, not yet...
He watched Estel stand and retreat into the bushes where beyond the horses were grazing by a small stream. Hw waited a while and when Estel did not return, followed after him. he found the young man perched on a rock singing softly to himself, the horse near him listening to the Elvish song.
No doubt he heard Legolas approach, though his footsteps made no noise he felt his presence. But again he did not react and ignored him. they both sat for a while in silence as before, the wind rustled through the long grass and the stars glittered down from the velvet sky above. "Eärendil shines bright tonight," Legolas said softly to break the silence. "I have not seen him that bright for a very long time."
"He shines forever bright," Estel replied.
"Not for me. I was never allowed to go out in the fresh evening air and see him in his full glory. Only from a small window in my room," said Legolas.
"Did they really break you as the Master said?" Estel could not help asking.
"Almost. But not quite. If I truly was broken I would not be here. They came very close though. Only one thought, one seed of hope sustained me."
"What was that?" asked Estel.
"The hope that she would be waiting for me when I did break free and was able to return to her," said Legolas, his eyes asking an unspoken question.
"Valia has not returned," Estel answered quietly. "Ada went to see her all the time, but her eyes are still closed to our world."
Legolas was silent. His last spark of hope had just been extinguished. "Well, may be the hope that she would return was just too much."
"No, no Legolas. I still believe she will return, or at least I believe she wants too, may be she can not. Maybe she can not get back to Middle earth," said Estel comfortingly.
"Or may be she does not want to," Legolas said picking up a twig and snapping it in half, forgetting for a moment his dislocated shoulder. He winced as pain once more hot through it.
"Let me at least heal your shoulder. Or do you mistrust all men now, even old friends," Estel said getting Legolas back for his earlier comment.
"That is for me to judge," the Elf stood and made his way back to the camp fire.
"I have no doubt you will Prince," Estel muttered when Legolas was way out of ear shot. "No doubt at al..."
A/N phew, well there you go! And I think that chapter was a little longer than the others. And I actually like that chapter! Now, Legolas, what do you think?
Legolas: Better
Is that it?
Legolas: Yes.
Don't you want to expand on that?
Legolas: No.
Well if you don't, I'll make you listen about my terrible day again!
Legolas: Tell someone who cares, like your beloved readers.
Ok *starts to recap story of the nastiness of my 'friends'*
Legolas: Ok folks, we could be here for a while so I'm just going to wrap it up there. So... review and start a revolt and stuff to get Valia back. Bye!