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Chapter three:
Where are you, Legolas?
"Lord Faramir!" the distressed voice of Beregond, his faithful body guard, startled the former ranger from his sleep. "My Lord, you must come quickly." Wondering at what kind of emergency would cause Beregond to wake him in the middle of the night, Faramir quickly got out of bed and threw on a robe before opening his door to find himself face to face with the man.
"What is it, Beregond?" Faramir asked irately, not pleased at being woken when they seemed to neither be under attack or have the city caught in fire.
"There is a bunch of elves in the courtyard! They say they are all that is left of their colony," Beregond said in a single breath. When it did not seem to register on his lord's face what he had just said, he continued. "Lord Legolas's colony has been attacked and he is taken!"
"What?" Faramir asked, shock and fear showing on his face. Not allowing his guard to respond, Faramir immediately sprinted towards the courtyard to see if what was said could really be true. Had Legolas really fallen?
When he made it to the expansive courtyard, his fears were proven true. There were dozens of tired elves standing just within the walls of the city, mostly women and children, the rest were obviously healers or members of the staff, the only warriors among them were badly wounded. Some looked as though they would not live long. One thing was certain, these elves were most definitely from Legolas's colony and they were here seeking protection, a thought that greatly scared Faramir who knew to well the stubbornness of elves when it came to taking care of themselves.
"My Lord?" the question came from a she elf that stood at the front of the large grouping, she had apparently been the one to take charge, and had led her people here. "Will you grant our people safety so that we may tend our wounded and get ready to reclaim what we have lost."
Faramir's head shot up at the she elf's last words. "You may have my protection to heal and rest as long as you wish, but I will not have you leave to battle any one in the state you are now. Nothing you have lost is worth your lives, no matter how valuable it was," Faramir said consolingly, knowing that his words were true, no material wealth was worth one's life.
"Not even our lord's freedom?" she asked angrily, fire in her gaze. "You cannot claim that you would not give your life for the life of your king, why then is it wrong for us to fight to free someone that, to us, is just as important. Especially when he means so much to you as well, or was your friendship merely a ruse to get us to form an alliance with you?" The question was said with sharp precise words, meant to pain those on the receiving end of them.
"So it is true then, that my friend has been taken?" Faramir asked, worry over the elf that he had grown quite fond of making him all but deaf to the harsh words of the she elf. She merely nodded her head, the grief over the loss of their leader weighing heavily upon her. The somber mood that had suddenly replaced her anger made Faramir very uncomfortable, and he quickly summoned servants and healers to take care of the party as he all but fled from the grief stricken elves who had lost so much in such a short time. He felt oddly out of place among them and thought it best that exact questions about the attack could wait for a later date.
"I don't understand it, Lord Faramir, what kind of foe would not only be able to kill almost the entirety of an elven city's warriors and take Legolas, the greatest among them captive?" Beregond said, confusion and fear playing across his features.
"What kind of foe indeed," Faramir said thoughtfully, pondering the dreadful news they had received himself. The fact that the elves had been so completely weakened in a single blow, frightened him, to say the least. "Has any news come from, King Ellessar? Has he received my letter?" Faramir asked, hoping that his new lord might be able to share some information that he, himself had not yet discovered about who may be once more organizing the orcs.
"He has sent us no word, Sir, but Gondor is not as close as it seems, and he is probably coming here himself, if I know him at all," Beregond said, attempting to reassure his lord. He knew only to well how trying it was on Faramir to learn of his good friend's capture. He, himself, was worried for the young elven lord that had managed to work his way into Gondor, and Rohan's hearts.
"I hope you're right, my friend, I truly hope so," Faramir said, moving to the window and gazing out across the forest. "Where are you, Legolas?" He sighed looking out over his land as if the trees could give him an answer. They remained silent, and Faramir closed his eyes, praying to the Valar that his friend would be returned to them.
Okay people, there's a short one for you to enjoy. My next update will probably be soon as I am not completely satisfied with where this one leaves off. NEXT CHAPTER WILL INCLUDE ARAGORN, FARAMIR, AND MAYBE EVEN SOME MORE LEGO-TORTURE! IT ALL DEPENDS ON WHETHER OR NOT YOU LAZY BUMS DECIDE TO REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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