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*Sorry if some things don't make sense. I followed no chronological order, and if I got any locations wrong, please let me know! I try not to favor any one character, so if you're in it for Legolas bashing too bad! I only do it in the minor. I despise slash and have nightmares every time I read one (no offense to you slash writers out there). This is just a fun little story/thing that I wanted to write only for two purposes: to have fun, and to entertain all you peoples out there! So, read read read!
Chapter 1: Goblins
Legolas walked silently through the forest, deep in thought as he scouted ahead. A twig cracked. He paused, then leapt into a tree. He waited. After a minute, Legolas could see Aragorn walking, obviously searching for something. Or someone. He smiled. As if sensing him, Aragorn looked up into the trees. He motioned for the Elf to join him. Legolas leapt from the tree and landed on the ground with ease. "What is it?" he asked quietly.
"I do not know," Aragorn replied. "Something is amiss."
Legolas looked around, his sharp eyes taking in his surroundings. He shuddered suddenly as if a gust of wind blew by. "Let's get back to camp," he said. Aragorn nodded and the pair set off.
* * * * *
Frodo watched as Aragorn and Legolas entered camp. As usual, the Ranger's face gave no hint of what he was thinking, but Legolas' eyes betrayed the fact that something was wrong. He also shivered violently at times, though there was no wind. Merry and Pippin were fast asleep by the fire, mumbling incoherently in their sleep. Boromir was sharpening his sword as he listened to Gandalf talk, casually carrying on conversation. Gimli was staring at Legolas warily, for the dwarf knew that he was hiding something.
"Frodo?" Sam whispered.
Frodo turned to his friend. "What is it, Sam?" he asked.
"Do you get the feeling something's going to happen, or is happening now?" Sam said, glancing around.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, Aragorn seems more tense than he usually does, and Legolas looks sick. Gandalf has even been jumpy. I think something's wrong," Sam whispered, staring up at the night sky.
Frodo bit his lip. Now that Sam had mentioned it, he could feel something strange in the air. The forest was still and silent. No nightsounds were uttered from the surrounding foliage.
"You know what, Sam?" Frodo said quietly, afraid to break the silence. "I think you're right."
At that point, a terrible, screeching wail echoed around them. Aragorn was standing, his hand on his sword hilt with Legolas beside him. Legolas had fitted an arrow in his bow, but held it loosely. Boromir was also up and looking warily towards the forest. Gimli had his axe in hand and was growling softly to himself. Gandalf had roused the hobbits and was talking quietly with Aragorn. Another croak vibrated through the air. A strong gust of wind tore through the trees, shaking the leaves. Legolas jumped into a tree. Frodo could hear him whispering frantically in Elvish. Then he leapt over to another tree, chanting the same thing over again. Soon the Elf was out of sight. "What's he doing?" Frodo whispered to Gandalf.
"He's talking with the trees, trying to find out if any of them know what sort of creature we're dealing with," Gandalf said. He gave Frodo a reassuring pat. "Don't worry. It sounds too far away to reach us tonight," he added, seeing the look on the hobbit's face. "If you'd like, you can go back to sleep." Frodo agreed. He settled back down and slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep.
* * * * *
Pippin looked at the starry night sky. There were no clouds, and the stars were twinkling at him brightly. Frodo had gone back to bed, and Merry and Sam soon followed. But Peregrin Took could not find sleep. The moans and screeches of the unknown creature had not yet faded, and fear still reigned in the hobbit's mind. Even the reassuring of Gandalf and Aragorn had not put him at ease. And Legolas had not yet returned from the trees.
Gimli was snoring. Quite loudly, for that matter. Boromir was having a rather intimate discussion with Aragorn. Gandalf was standing watch. Pippin sighed and turned over. The next thing he knew he was opening his eyes. He blinked several times before realizing that he had dozed off. But what had woken him? For when hobbits sleep, it is sometimes very hard to get them up and moving.
Hushed voices met his ears, and Pippin slowly turned toward them. Legolas was sitting by the fire with Gandalf and Aragorn. Pippin saw Aragorn kneeling next to him. He was pulling an arrow out of Legolas' left forearm. It looked to be pretty deep and painful. They were speaking quietly, but Pippin's ears were sharp and could hear. ".lucky, Legolas," Aragorn admonished sternly.
"I should've seen it," Legolas said, his eyes closed.
"Not even an Elf can dodge all the arrows in the world," Gandalf commented. "Aragorn is right. You are lucky. But why are the goblins here in the first place? They rarely stray this far from the Misty Mountains." There was no reply to that.
"Did the trees tell you anything?" Aragorn asked.
"Yes.and no. It was difficult to understand what they said. It felt as if great losses hung over them, and more were threatening to fall. There was something about a baelshre poisoning the soil with the Heart of Darkness. Then.ahhh!"
Aragorn yanked the arrow from Legolas' arm. He inspected the wound, and took out some athelas. He rubbed the flower over and around the wound, then sprinkling some of it inside it. A white cloth he wrapped around the gaping hole, blood swiftly turning its purity red. "There," Aragorn exclaimed. "It should be healed by tomorrow night. But remember; all the athelas in the world cannot heal the wound in which the arrow does not miss its mark."
Legolas nodded. He gingerly rotated his shoulder. Pippin could see the weariness etched on Aragorn's face. When others weren't watching, the mask of the fearless Ranger dropped into the dust.
"The trees also spoke of the goblins," Legolas continued, a slight quiver in his voice. "The goblins have been moving through Dagorlad and the Brown Lands towards the Iron Hills. I don't know why. It's too close to Mordor and Mirkwood for my liking."
Gandalf stirred. "They are gathering. Or, relocating. But why? Goblins have dwelled in the Misty Mountains for thousands of years. Why would they feel the urge to move to the Iron Hills and crowd their cousins?" he mused.
Pippin shut his eyes, trying to imagine the Iron Hills. Then, something tickled his nose. Pippin sneezed. All three jumped. Aragorn looked at Pippin. "Wasn't me," Pippin said quickly. He pointed at Merry.
Aragorn laughed. "My dear Took," he began, but a shrill screech ripped through the air. Little snickers, giggles, and mumblings rippled along the wind. "That wasn't a baelshre," Aragorn murmured.
There was a crunching noise. The ground shook slightly. Quickly, the fire was put out and packs were thrown into the trees. In turn, each of the Fellowship climbed high into a tree. Pippin watched the ground. Silence had taken the forest again, but everything was not right. A quiet rumbling took up again. Then, they came.
Goblins burst between the trees, running and pounding through the forest. They were taller than dwarves, but not by much. Their skin was pitch black, or some pale grey and muddled browns. Their arms were long and gangly, groping fingers writhing on their hands, but their legs were lean and powerful. Most of the goblins carried quivers of arrows and bows, but swords and daggers were seen and heard clattering.
Pippin watched in amazement and horror as the goblins passed below them. Legolas was climbing higher in the tree, groping for a better lookout perch. As Pippin watched him, the Elf slipped. He would've fallen into the waving masses of goblins and been trampled if the tree hadn't wrapped its boughs around him tightly. He was carried over to a good perch. As the tree released him, Legolas whispered his thanks and gratitude.
As soon as the goblins were out of sight and hearing, the Fellowship slowly climbed down the trees. "Okay," Pippin said, clinging desperately to a branch, "what's really going on?" He promptly crashed to the ground.
Aragorn helped the hobbit up. "I think that you know," he said as he caught Merry, who jumped from the tree.
"Well, partially," Pippin admitted. "But I don't understand much of it."
Just then, Legolas dropped back into camp. "We have to leave now," he said, gazing at Aragorn. The Ranger met his gaze and saw something in his eyes. Then he nodded. He grabbed a pack from the ground and slung it over his shoulder, gesturing to everyone to follow.
*please review! I'll love you forever!
*Sorry if some things don't make sense. I followed no chronological order, and if I got any locations wrong, please let me know! I try not to favor any one character, so if you're in it for Legolas bashing too bad! I only do it in the minor. I despise slash and have nightmares every time I read one (no offense to you slash writers out there). This is just a fun little story/thing that I wanted to write only for two purposes: to have fun, and to entertain all you peoples out there! So, read read read!
Chapter 1: Goblins
Legolas walked silently through the forest, deep in thought as he scouted ahead. A twig cracked. He paused, then leapt into a tree. He waited. After a minute, Legolas could see Aragorn walking, obviously searching for something. Or someone. He smiled. As if sensing him, Aragorn looked up into the trees. He motioned for the Elf to join him. Legolas leapt from the tree and landed on the ground with ease. "What is it?" he asked quietly.
"I do not know," Aragorn replied. "Something is amiss."
Legolas looked around, his sharp eyes taking in his surroundings. He shuddered suddenly as if a gust of wind blew by. "Let's get back to camp," he said. Aragorn nodded and the pair set off.
* * * * *
Frodo watched as Aragorn and Legolas entered camp. As usual, the Ranger's face gave no hint of what he was thinking, but Legolas' eyes betrayed the fact that something was wrong. He also shivered violently at times, though there was no wind. Merry and Pippin were fast asleep by the fire, mumbling incoherently in their sleep. Boromir was sharpening his sword as he listened to Gandalf talk, casually carrying on conversation. Gimli was staring at Legolas warily, for the dwarf knew that he was hiding something.
"Frodo?" Sam whispered.
Frodo turned to his friend. "What is it, Sam?" he asked.
"Do you get the feeling something's going to happen, or is happening now?" Sam said, glancing around.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, Aragorn seems more tense than he usually does, and Legolas looks sick. Gandalf has even been jumpy. I think something's wrong," Sam whispered, staring up at the night sky.
Frodo bit his lip. Now that Sam had mentioned it, he could feel something strange in the air. The forest was still and silent. No nightsounds were uttered from the surrounding foliage.
"You know what, Sam?" Frodo said quietly, afraid to break the silence. "I think you're right."
At that point, a terrible, screeching wail echoed around them. Aragorn was standing, his hand on his sword hilt with Legolas beside him. Legolas had fitted an arrow in his bow, but held it loosely. Boromir was also up and looking warily towards the forest. Gimli had his axe in hand and was growling softly to himself. Gandalf had roused the hobbits and was talking quietly with Aragorn. Another croak vibrated through the air. A strong gust of wind tore through the trees, shaking the leaves. Legolas jumped into a tree. Frodo could hear him whispering frantically in Elvish. Then he leapt over to another tree, chanting the same thing over again. Soon the Elf was out of sight. "What's he doing?" Frodo whispered to Gandalf.
"He's talking with the trees, trying to find out if any of them know what sort of creature we're dealing with," Gandalf said. He gave Frodo a reassuring pat. "Don't worry. It sounds too far away to reach us tonight," he added, seeing the look on the hobbit's face. "If you'd like, you can go back to sleep." Frodo agreed. He settled back down and slowly drifted into a dreamless sleep.
* * * * *
Pippin looked at the starry night sky. There were no clouds, and the stars were twinkling at him brightly. Frodo had gone back to bed, and Merry and Sam soon followed. But Peregrin Took could not find sleep. The moans and screeches of the unknown creature had not yet faded, and fear still reigned in the hobbit's mind. Even the reassuring of Gandalf and Aragorn had not put him at ease. And Legolas had not yet returned from the trees.
Gimli was snoring. Quite loudly, for that matter. Boromir was having a rather intimate discussion with Aragorn. Gandalf was standing watch. Pippin sighed and turned over. The next thing he knew he was opening his eyes. He blinked several times before realizing that he had dozed off. But what had woken him? For when hobbits sleep, it is sometimes very hard to get them up and moving.
Hushed voices met his ears, and Pippin slowly turned toward them. Legolas was sitting by the fire with Gandalf and Aragorn. Pippin saw Aragorn kneeling next to him. He was pulling an arrow out of Legolas' left forearm. It looked to be pretty deep and painful. They were speaking quietly, but Pippin's ears were sharp and could hear. ".lucky, Legolas," Aragorn admonished sternly.
"I should've seen it," Legolas said, his eyes closed.
"Not even an Elf can dodge all the arrows in the world," Gandalf commented. "Aragorn is right. You are lucky. But why are the goblins here in the first place? They rarely stray this far from the Misty Mountains." There was no reply to that.
"Did the trees tell you anything?" Aragorn asked.
"Yes.and no. It was difficult to understand what they said. It felt as if great losses hung over them, and more were threatening to fall. There was something about a baelshre poisoning the soil with the Heart of Darkness. Then.ahhh!"
Aragorn yanked the arrow from Legolas' arm. He inspected the wound, and took out some athelas. He rubbed the flower over and around the wound, then sprinkling some of it inside it. A white cloth he wrapped around the gaping hole, blood swiftly turning its purity red. "There," Aragorn exclaimed. "It should be healed by tomorrow night. But remember; all the athelas in the world cannot heal the wound in which the arrow does not miss its mark."
Legolas nodded. He gingerly rotated his shoulder. Pippin could see the weariness etched on Aragorn's face. When others weren't watching, the mask of the fearless Ranger dropped into the dust.
"The trees also spoke of the goblins," Legolas continued, a slight quiver in his voice. "The goblins have been moving through Dagorlad and the Brown Lands towards the Iron Hills. I don't know why. It's too close to Mordor and Mirkwood for my liking."
Gandalf stirred. "They are gathering. Or, relocating. But why? Goblins have dwelled in the Misty Mountains for thousands of years. Why would they feel the urge to move to the Iron Hills and crowd their cousins?" he mused.
Pippin shut his eyes, trying to imagine the Iron Hills. Then, something tickled his nose. Pippin sneezed. All three jumped. Aragorn looked at Pippin. "Wasn't me," Pippin said quickly. He pointed at Merry.
Aragorn laughed. "My dear Took," he began, but a shrill screech ripped through the air. Little snickers, giggles, and mumblings rippled along the wind. "That wasn't a baelshre," Aragorn murmured.
There was a crunching noise. The ground shook slightly. Quickly, the fire was put out and packs were thrown into the trees. In turn, each of the Fellowship climbed high into a tree. Pippin watched the ground. Silence had taken the forest again, but everything was not right. A quiet rumbling took up again. Then, they came.
Goblins burst between the trees, running and pounding through the forest. They were taller than dwarves, but not by much. Their skin was pitch black, or some pale grey and muddled browns. Their arms were long and gangly, groping fingers writhing on their hands, but their legs were lean and powerful. Most of the goblins carried quivers of arrows and bows, but swords and daggers were seen and heard clattering.
Pippin watched in amazement and horror as the goblins passed below them. Legolas was climbing higher in the tree, groping for a better lookout perch. As Pippin watched him, the Elf slipped. He would've fallen into the waving masses of goblins and been trampled if the tree hadn't wrapped its boughs around him tightly. He was carried over to a good perch. As the tree released him, Legolas whispered his thanks and gratitude.
As soon as the goblins were out of sight and hearing, the Fellowship slowly climbed down the trees. "Okay," Pippin said, clinging desperately to a branch, "what's really going on?" He promptly crashed to the ground.
Aragorn helped the hobbit up. "I think that you know," he said as he caught Merry, who jumped from the tree.
"Well, partially," Pippin admitted. "But I don't understand much of it."
Just then, Legolas dropped back into camp. "We have to leave now," he said, gazing at Aragorn. The Ranger met his gaze and saw something in his eyes. Then he nodded. He grabbed a pack from the ground and slung it over his shoulder, gesturing to everyone to follow.
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