A/N Hey everybody!!! Ok then, I meant to update a while ago, but I was busy
with my other fic, I'm really sorry for the wait! And updates should be a
little more regular coz it's the Easter holidays! No school for two whole
weeks! Wahoo! *does little spazzy dance*
Legolas: Lle tela?
NO! Hey, I just watched you in the Two Towers, looking good honey!
Legolas: Well duh!
~Reviewers~
Elven-elements~ Why does everyone want Valia back? Do you guys like her that much? Hahha! Just kidding, she will be back, but not yet! Evil aren't I? Anyways, glad you like!
Yuki~ Yep, what is taking her so long? Haha, my story line!!! Nah, she will be back!
DJ TammyKat~ Yeah well, Leggy has been through a lot, he's entitled to be rude! You think my work is great? Thanks!
Elven at Heart~ Hey thanks! Yeah, I know people want her back, and she will be back. Hehe, the Leggy/Valia relationship will be back!!!! But as I have said before, I have plans..... Thanks!
And now the moment you people have all been waiting for...
Chapter 4~ Outsider
Legolas sat and ate the lembas that Estel had given him gratefully. Estel was saddling the horses, readying for the journey to meet the sons of Elrond. From there they would continue their journey to Rivendell.
The sun shone brightly and it was a fair day. Though Legolas' wounds were aching terribly, he still refused Estel's aid. And he managed to convince himself that he did not need it.
Estel returned leading the horses, in his arms he carried a brown and green bundle. Legolas looked up, having finished his lembas. "Here," said Estel throwing the bundle to Legolas who caught it awkwardly with his good arm and stood up. He unfolded it; it was a tunic, a pair of leggings and some light brown boots all in the colours of Mirkwood. "Put these on. They are far better than what you have. there is a small stream not very far from here." He informed the prince. With that he started packing up the bed rolls and other things. Legolas gazed at the clothes. Estel was right. They would be far better than the itchy rags he wore now.
The stream was not very far from the camp, as Estel had said. Legolas knelt down and splashed the cool water in his face, washing some of the grime off his skin. Then he caught sight of his reflection in the water. His scorched hair fell about his shoulders, his lips were cracked and his skin was dehydrated. He removed the old itchy tunic and turned around to gaze at his bare back which was covered in whip marks, some healing, some still quite fresh. Then he looked down at his broken ribs, bruised and tender.
Little did he know, crouched silently in the bushes was Estel. Legolas' wounds looked awful and he wondered how the Elf had denied his help. He made a mental note to tell Lord Elrond of his condition once back at Rivendell. Then he silently crept away, he knew the Elf would kill him if he caught him spying.
Legolas dressed awkwardly, but his dislocated shoulder hurt so much. There was only one thing he could do. He took a deep breath and braced himself for the pain that would undoubtedly come.
Estel jumped to his feet in alarm as he heard the cry of Legolas sound through the still air. He rushed to see what had happened to the Elf. He found him on his knees by the stream, panting and pulling on the tunic Estel had given him. "Legolas, what did you- what-?"
Legolas stood shaking slightly but managed to straighten himself up, a hand clasped to his ribs as he stood taking deep breaths. He shook his head and walked past Estel back to the camp.
~*~
Their journey around the forest was thankfully uneventful and they reached Elladan's and Elrohir's camp without delay. The twins greeted Estel happily; glad to see their foster brother's safe return. Legolas dismounted the mare he had been riding the twins gasped as they caught sight of him and took in his dishevelled appearance, they seemed afraid to speak.
So instead they turned to Estel for an account of his journey alone. They sat around the fire, eating the soup the twins had prepared as dusk fell. Lwg9las sat away from them and sipped his soup silently. He had said little to the twins at all. The way they had looked at him when they first laid eyes on him was enough. It had been pitying looks. Ones which the prince was not used to. He suddenly felt embarrassed and self conscious of his shortened ragged hair and dried face.
Estel handed him a bed roll and smiled, asked him if he was all right. Legolas nodded coldly and said nothing. Why should he? Estel was a human and he found now that his tolerance of him was waning, that cheerful face, the bright hazel eyes. And just last night Estel had rescued him from that terrible place, the Elf had allowed himself to share some of his feelings with him, even though his mistrust in them had grown strong. But now that Estel had others around him, he was not interested in the Elf. It was humans that had torn him apart. Why should he tolerate any of their kind? Whether they were helping him or not. He simply could not find it in himself to forgive them. And why should he? After what they had done to him.
As he lay wide awake and thought about this, his mistrust for humans only grew even stronger, now perhaps beyond repair.
The others obviously thought he was asleep as he lay with his back to them, just beyond the light of the fire. Their cheerful conversation about archery had now turned to the subject of Legolas. Though they kept their voices quiet, they carried clearly on the still night air to the prince.
"He is in a state Estel, you can see it just by looking at him. haven't you treated his wounds?" asked Elrohir quietly as he glanced over to Legolas.
"I offered to, but he refused. This morning I followed him down to the stream when he went to wash, to sneak a look at how badly wouldn't he actually was," replied Estel.
"And?" prompted Elladan.
"It did not look good brother. His back is covered in whip marks, he's been whipped, and recently. It appeared that fresh ones covered older healing ones. And his ribs, they are bruised, broken I think. This morning he knocked his dislocated shoulder back into place," Estel explained.
There was a sharp intake of breath on the twins behalf. That must have been painful!
"We must tell Adar on our return," said Elladan.
Estel nodded.
Legolas lay seething with anger, though he kept quiet. He did not get any sleep that night the soft breathing of Estel could be heard not far away to his left. Elladan had offered to take guard duty. The camp was calm, only the sound of the wind blowing the grass gently could be heard. Legolas lay on hi back staring up at the stars. Watching them twinkle so far away, singing their silent song in the blue velvet blanket above.
Legolas thought of many things. What Estel had told the twins, the Elf promised himself that he would get back at the young Edain for that, though not just yet. He thought of how good it was to finally be free of the lake- town and the wicked Master. But when he let his thoughts drift, he thought of Valia.
He wondered what she was doing now. Was she happy? Was she safe? Did she still think about her time in Middle earth? Did she ever think of him as he was thinking of her now? And was she ever going to return? He could answer none of these questions, apart from the last one. she was never going to return. He was now convinced of that. In that very moment a shooting star shot past his eyes, far above. That was when he came to the conclusion that Valia was dead.
A/N Ok then, that was kind of a filling in chapter. There next one should be a lot better. And I think quite a few people will enjoy it!!
Legolas: Oh yeah, she's right! It's good, I've read the draft!
You always read my drafts. And I didn't think you liked this on account it's angsty and all.
Legolas: Yeah, but it 'll get good next chapter!
Ok then, just don't give my damn plot away!
And yeah, I draft all this out before I type it up and I have it al written to about chapter 7. so if you want more, review! And as I'm on my Eater holidays, you will get updates sooner, but only if I get nice reviews!
Peace
Lolly pop
Legolas: Lle tela?
NO! Hey, I just watched you in the Two Towers, looking good honey!
Legolas: Well duh!
~Reviewers~
Elven-elements~ Why does everyone want Valia back? Do you guys like her that much? Hahha! Just kidding, she will be back, but not yet! Evil aren't I? Anyways, glad you like!
Yuki~ Yep, what is taking her so long? Haha, my story line!!! Nah, she will be back!
DJ TammyKat~ Yeah well, Leggy has been through a lot, he's entitled to be rude! You think my work is great? Thanks!
Elven at Heart~ Hey thanks! Yeah, I know people want her back, and she will be back. Hehe, the Leggy/Valia relationship will be back!!!! But as I have said before, I have plans..... Thanks!
And now the moment you people have all been waiting for...
Chapter 4~ Outsider
Legolas sat and ate the lembas that Estel had given him gratefully. Estel was saddling the horses, readying for the journey to meet the sons of Elrond. From there they would continue their journey to Rivendell.
The sun shone brightly and it was a fair day. Though Legolas' wounds were aching terribly, he still refused Estel's aid. And he managed to convince himself that he did not need it.
Estel returned leading the horses, in his arms he carried a brown and green bundle. Legolas looked up, having finished his lembas. "Here," said Estel throwing the bundle to Legolas who caught it awkwardly with his good arm and stood up. He unfolded it; it was a tunic, a pair of leggings and some light brown boots all in the colours of Mirkwood. "Put these on. They are far better than what you have. there is a small stream not very far from here." He informed the prince. With that he started packing up the bed rolls and other things. Legolas gazed at the clothes. Estel was right. They would be far better than the itchy rags he wore now.
The stream was not very far from the camp, as Estel had said. Legolas knelt down and splashed the cool water in his face, washing some of the grime off his skin. Then he caught sight of his reflection in the water. His scorched hair fell about his shoulders, his lips were cracked and his skin was dehydrated. He removed the old itchy tunic and turned around to gaze at his bare back which was covered in whip marks, some healing, some still quite fresh. Then he looked down at his broken ribs, bruised and tender.
Little did he know, crouched silently in the bushes was Estel. Legolas' wounds looked awful and he wondered how the Elf had denied his help. He made a mental note to tell Lord Elrond of his condition once back at Rivendell. Then he silently crept away, he knew the Elf would kill him if he caught him spying.
Legolas dressed awkwardly, but his dislocated shoulder hurt so much. There was only one thing he could do. He took a deep breath and braced himself for the pain that would undoubtedly come.
Estel jumped to his feet in alarm as he heard the cry of Legolas sound through the still air. He rushed to see what had happened to the Elf. He found him on his knees by the stream, panting and pulling on the tunic Estel had given him. "Legolas, what did you- what-?"
Legolas stood shaking slightly but managed to straighten himself up, a hand clasped to his ribs as he stood taking deep breaths. He shook his head and walked past Estel back to the camp.
~*~
Their journey around the forest was thankfully uneventful and they reached Elladan's and Elrohir's camp without delay. The twins greeted Estel happily; glad to see their foster brother's safe return. Legolas dismounted the mare he had been riding the twins gasped as they caught sight of him and took in his dishevelled appearance, they seemed afraid to speak.
So instead they turned to Estel for an account of his journey alone. They sat around the fire, eating the soup the twins had prepared as dusk fell. Lwg9las sat away from them and sipped his soup silently. He had said little to the twins at all. The way they had looked at him when they first laid eyes on him was enough. It had been pitying looks. Ones which the prince was not used to. He suddenly felt embarrassed and self conscious of his shortened ragged hair and dried face.
Estel handed him a bed roll and smiled, asked him if he was all right. Legolas nodded coldly and said nothing. Why should he? Estel was a human and he found now that his tolerance of him was waning, that cheerful face, the bright hazel eyes. And just last night Estel had rescued him from that terrible place, the Elf had allowed himself to share some of his feelings with him, even though his mistrust in them had grown strong. But now that Estel had others around him, he was not interested in the Elf. It was humans that had torn him apart. Why should he tolerate any of their kind? Whether they were helping him or not. He simply could not find it in himself to forgive them. And why should he? After what they had done to him.
As he lay wide awake and thought about this, his mistrust for humans only grew even stronger, now perhaps beyond repair.
The others obviously thought he was asleep as he lay with his back to them, just beyond the light of the fire. Their cheerful conversation about archery had now turned to the subject of Legolas. Though they kept their voices quiet, they carried clearly on the still night air to the prince.
"He is in a state Estel, you can see it just by looking at him. haven't you treated his wounds?" asked Elrohir quietly as he glanced over to Legolas.
"I offered to, but he refused. This morning I followed him down to the stream when he went to wash, to sneak a look at how badly wouldn't he actually was," replied Estel.
"And?" prompted Elladan.
"It did not look good brother. His back is covered in whip marks, he's been whipped, and recently. It appeared that fresh ones covered older healing ones. And his ribs, they are bruised, broken I think. This morning he knocked his dislocated shoulder back into place," Estel explained.
There was a sharp intake of breath on the twins behalf. That must have been painful!
"We must tell Adar on our return," said Elladan.
Estel nodded.
Legolas lay seething with anger, though he kept quiet. He did not get any sleep that night the soft breathing of Estel could be heard not far away to his left. Elladan had offered to take guard duty. The camp was calm, only the sound of the wind blowing the grass gently could be heard. Legolas lay on hi back staring up at the stars. Watching them twinkle so far away, singing their silent song in the blue velvet blanket above.
Legolas thought of many things. What Estel had told the twins, the Elf promised himself that he would get back at the young Edain for that, though not just yet. He thought of how good it was to finally be free of the lake- town and the wicked Master. But when he let his thoughts drift, he thought of Valia.
He wondered what she was doing now. Was she happy? Was she safe? Did she still think about her time in Middle earth? Did she ever think of him as he was thinking of her now? And was she ever going to return? He could answer none of these questions, apart from the last one. she was never going to return. He was now convinced of that. In that very moment a shooting star shot past his eyes, far above. That was when he came to the conclusion that Valia was dead.
A/N Ok then, that was kind of a filling in chapter. There next one should be a lot better. And I think quite a few people will enjoy it!!
Legolas: Oh yeah, she's right! It's good, I've read the draft!
You always read my drafts. And I didn't think you liked this on account it's angsty and all.
Legolas: Yeah, but it 'll get good next chapter!
Ok then, just don't give my damn plot away!
And yeah, I draft all this out before I type it up and I have it al written to about chapter 7. so if you want more, review! And as I'm on my Eater holidays, you will get updates sooner, but only if I get nice reviews!
Peace
Lolly pop