Author's Note:
Hey all! This is my FIRST real, live fanfiction that I have, and still am, publishing. I have read SO MANY LOTR fics already, that I thought that maybe I should give it a try. If you guys could pretty please *big puppy eyes* review it and be as honest as physically possible on this entire planet! It would really help me. If I receive no reviews or if nobody likes it, then I will stop writing, especially if no one likes it. I don't want to take your time to read my fic if you don't like it. Thanks! -Dha Now! On to the fic! ^^
Title: A Secret Worth Keeping
By: Dha-Gal a.k.a. Dha
Rating: PG-13; probably for violence, torture, possible gore (I warn you now, I may get graphic. and not just ordinary graphic.. but REALLY graphic), and maybe language
Spoilers: well. everybody knows that Aragorn is the king of Gondor. so.. I would say no, no spoilers here... yet
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of The Lord of the Rings, all of that belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and/or whoever is in charge of it now.
Summary (( the full one)): Legolas and Gimli are ambushed by orcs when they are traveling through the land of Rohan to return to the House of Thranduil, to reunite with old friends. They are ambushed and kidnapped by orcs and taken to their master to tell him of Aragorn's secret weakness.. When Gimli doesn't know and Legolas refuses to tell him, the evil guy threatens to remove Legolas's memories. Will Legolas become a half-minded twit with no memories at all whatsoever? Or will Aragorn reach him and Gimli when it's too late? [dun dun dun!]
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Chapter 1: Frustration, Horses, and a Mysterious Figure
Aragorn, king of Gondor, sat upon his throne in Minas Tirith. He sighed heavily and removed the silver crown from his head and placed it on the floor next to his resting place. He was decked out in royal garments from head to toe. He rather disliked it, and would much prefer his simple ranger clothing, but the high officials would not allow him to wear such attire around the palace. But that was the problem. He wished to be able to leave his kingdom, just for a month or two. He needed a break, from the stress, so he can go and see his brothers and his father, and Legolas. He had seen Legolas on a few occasions when the prince had hand-delivered his letters. All he could murmur was a quick 'hello' then a swift 'goodbye' before the steward, Faramir, would come in with more dreadful new of missing men and elves. Legolas tried to discuss the matter with him, but he never had the time.
On cue, Faramir burst through the doors at the other side of the hall and strode quickly across the long span of the room until he reached the king.
"Urgent news, my king," Faramir said quickly, but grimly.
"What other disaster has occurred during the fortnight?" Aragorn asked, not the least bit surprised.
Faramir raised an eyebrow before continuing, "Another kidnapping, sir."
"Another one?"
"Yes, my king."
"Who was it? I mean, who was taken?"
"A high knight, who serves the house of Theoden, called Viktor Wendell."
"Do you have any clues as to who did this?"
"No."
Aragorn raised his hands in exasperation.
"You are dismissed, steward."
Faramir nodded before pivoting on his heel and striding back out of the expansive room.
How many more must we lose before this is over?
If only he knew the price he would pay for the safety of his kingdom. ____________________________________________________________________
There was nothing Gimli, son of Gloin, loved more than to ride across the plains of Rohan with his companion, and dear friend, Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood. The dwarf rode on the same horse as his elven companion, as the dwarf could not quite master the art of horseback riding, even if he was strapped to the saddle. He was so used to being on the ground almost constantly, that when he was on the horse, he felt rather uncomfortable. He continuously slipped from side to side in the saddle and soon he had been forced to ride in back, so that Legolas could actually keep some what control of the saddle and the horse.
Legolas enjoyed riding across Rohan with Gimli as well, although not nearly as much as the dwarf. The young prince much preferred to ride alongside Aragorn, for he was a much more skilled rider than Gimli would ever be in the entirety of his life. The king of Gondor, though, had little time nowadays to ride with the prince, and speak freely of his mind. The only way that they kept in touch was through letters. Of course Legolas delivered them himself, the only speech and breath he could spare was a quick greeting before a grim salutation.
The blonde-haired elf sighed at this. Gimli, noticing the sudden exertion of breath looked at the elf, somewhat surprised.
"Are you alright, Master Elf?" Gimli inquired.
Legolas nodded slightly.
"Do not worry, Master dwarf, all is well and I am fine," Legolas replied in his impassive and calm tone.
"How long until we reach the borders of Fangorn Forest?"
"We shall reach the southern border by sunset, and if we continue at this pace, the northern one if we continue long after nightfall."
"And to Lorien?"
"If we ride deep into the night we should make it."
"How glad I will be to be within Lorien again."
"Do you miss Lady Galadriel?"
Gimli was silent at this remark. He shook his head resolutely, causing him to fall off of the horse entirely. Legolas chuckled lightheartedly at his friend's antics.
"Come now, Master Dwarf," said his smiling voice. "You might not arrive in Lorien all in one piece if you keep this up.
Gimli snorted robustly and slowly began to get to his feet. He looked up to find the fair-haired prince off of the horse and offering assistance by holding out his hand. Gimli grasped it firmly before yanking on it to pull himself up. The stout dwarf grinned.
"Don't tell the human about this one!" He demanded, still grinning.
Legolas nodded.
"Not a word of it shall escape my lips," Legolas replied, also grinning widely.
The young prince aided the dwarf back up and onto the horse, before gracefully mounting the horse himself. He squeezed the horse's sides with his upper calves and the horse began to briskly walk before trotting and the cantering. The steady gait of the horse soothed the fair-haired elf, for he had felt like they had been followed for several days on end.
A hooded figure slowly paced up and down the long span of the dark room. It seemed to glare down at whoever inhabited it and snarled at the many possessions that littered the room. The stone floor was icy cold, but covered in the different furs of large animal predators. On the North wall of the room, the door stood, creaking endlessly and swinging unwillingly on its hinges. It was a black oaken door that appeared to have been well used. The East wall held the fireplace, but no flame was kindling in its bowels tonight. The South wall was covered in multiple plaques of the 'hunts' the inhabitant had been on. Each trophy held the head of a human, elf, dwarf, or animal. He normally hunted animals, but occasionally, when he was paid a good amount of money, he would hunt a person. Finally, against the West wall sat the figure's clothes, in a small wardrobe, weapons, on small hooks that had been nailed into the wall, and bed. The bed was a four poster bed with dark green curtains and a dark woody brown canopy. The quilt depicted a battle, the battle for Helm's Deep.
The figure paced a little more, before an orc entered, his shield in tow. The mysterious figure looked up at the visitor.
"Master, " the small being said with a cracking, but fierce, voice. "It is going as planned. They are approaching the ambush position. We should have them by nightfall, and to you by sunrise tomorrow, sir."
"Excellent." The figure murmured. He had been waiting for this chance for a long time now, he was not going to miss it.
To Be Continued.
____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ In the next chapter:
Aragorn sets out to find the culprit of the kidnappings, not knowing that he is walking into a trap. Legolas and Gimli continue on their way, but before the reach Fangorn. they are in for a little surprise! ^^ The mysterious figure gets a name! Wow. That's amazing! :) His plan is going perfectly, but do I know what it quite is yet? No! Isn't that strange? Well. that's just me! The plot thickens in the next chapter: Of Pursuit and Happiness
Hey all! This is my FIRST real, live fanfiction that I have, and still am, publishing. I have read SO MANY LOTR fics already, that I thought that maybe I should give it a try. If you guys could pretty please *big puppy eyes* review it and be as honest as physically possible on this entire planet! It would really help me. If I receive no reviews or if nobody likes it, then I will stop writing, especially if no one likes it. I don't want to take your time to read my fic if you don't like it. Thanks! -Dha Now! On to the fic! ^^
Title: A Secret Worth Keeping
By: Dha-Gal a.k.a. Dha
Rating: PG-13; probably for violence, torture, possible gore (I warn you now, I may get graphic. and not just ordinary graphic.. but REALLY graphic), and maybe language
Spoilers: well. everybody knows that Aragorn is the king of Gondor. so.. I would say no, no spoilers here... yet
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of The Lord of the Rings, all of that belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien and/or whoever is in charge of it now.
Summary (( the full one)): Legolas and Gimli are ambushed by orcs when they are traveling through the land of Rohan to return to the House of Thranduil, to reunite with old friends. They are ambushed and kidnapped by orcs and taken to their master to tell him of Aragorn's secret weakness.. When Gimli doesn't know and Legolas refuses to tell him, the evil guy threatens to remove Legolas's memories. Will Legolas become a half-minded twit with no memories at all whatsoever? Or will Aragorn reach him and Gimli when it's too late? [dun dun dun!]
____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ A Secret Worth Keeping
Chapter 1: Frustration, Horses, and a Mysterious Figure
Aragorn, king of Gondor, sat upon his throne in Minas Tirith. He sighed heavily and removed the silver crown from his head and placed it on the floor next to his resting place. He was decked out in royal garments from head to toe. He rather disliked it, and would much prefer his simple ranger clothing, but the high officials would not allow him to wear such attire around the palace. But that was the problem. He wished to be able to leave his kingdom, just for a month or two. He needed a break, from the stress, so he can go and see his brothers and his father, and Legolas. He had seen Legolas on a few occasions when the prince had hand-delivered his letters. All he could murmur was a quick 'hello' then a swift 'goodbye' before the steward, Faramir, would come in with more dreadful new of missing men and elves. Legolas tried to discuss the matter with him, but he never had the time.
On cue, Faramir burst through the doors at the other side of the hall and strode quickly across the long span of the room until he reached the king.
"Urgent news, my king," Faramir said quickly, but grimly.
"What other disaster has occurred during the fortnight?" Aragorn asked, not the least bit surprised.
Faramir raised an eyebrow before continuing, "Another kidnapping, sir."
"Another one?"
"Yes, my king."
"Who was it? I mean, who was taken?"
"A high knight, who serves the house of Theoden, called Viktor Wendell."
"Do you have any clues as to who did this?"
"No."
Aragorn raised his hands in exasperation.
"You are dismissed, steward."
Faramir nodded before pivoting on his heel and striding back out of the expansive room.
How many more must we lose before this is over?
If only he knew the price he would pay for the safety of his kingdom. ____________________________________________________________________
There was nothing Gimli, son of Gloin, loved more than to ride across the plains of Rohan with his companion, and dear friend, Legolas Greenleaf, prince of Mirkwood. The dwarf rode on the same horse as his elven companion, as the dwarf could not quite master the art of horseback riding, even if he was strapped to the saddle. He was so used to being on the ground almost constantly, that when he was on the horse, he felt rather uncomfortable. He continuously slipped from side to side in the saddle and soon he had been forced to ride in back, so that Legolas could actually keep some what control of the saddle and the horse.
Legolas enjoyed riding across Rohan with Gimli as well, although not nearly as much as the dwarf. The young prince much preferred to ride alongside Aragorn, for he was a much more skilled rider than Gimli would ever be in the entirety of his life. The king of Gondor, though, had little time nowadays to ride with the prince, and speak freely of his mind. The only way that they kept in touch was through letters. Of course Legolas delivered them himself, the only speech and breath he could spare was a quick greeting before a grim salutation.
The blonde-haired elf sighed at this. Gimli, noticing the sudden exertion of breath looked at the elf, somewhat surprised.
"Are you alright, Master Elf?" Gimli inquired.
Legolas nodded slightly.
"Do not worry, Master dwarf, all is well and I am fine," Legolas replied in his impassive and calm tone.
"How long until we reach the borders of Fangorn Forest?"
"We shall reach the southern border by sunset, and if we continue at this pace, the northern one if we continue long after nightfall."
"And to Lorien?"
"If we ride deep into the night we should make it."
"How glad I will be to be within Lorien again."
"Do you miss Lady Galadriel?"
Gimli was silent at this remark. He shook his head resolutely, causing him to fall off of the horse entirely. Legolas chuckled lightheartedly at his friend's antics.
"Come now, Master Dwarf," said his smiling voice. "You might not arrive in Lorien all in one piece if you keep this up.
Gimli snorted robustly and slowly began to get to his feet. He looked up to find the fair-haired prince off of the horse and offering assistance by holding out his hand. Gimli grasped it firmly before yanking on it to pull himself up. The stout dwarf grinned.
"Don't tell the human about this one!" He demanded, still grinning.
Legolas nodded.
"Not a word of it shall escape my lips," Legolas replied, also grinning widely.
The young prince aided the dwarf back up and onto the horse, before gracefully mounting the horse himself. He squeezed the horse's sides with his upper calves and the horse began to briskly walk before trotting and the cantering. The steady gait of the horse soothed the fair-haired elf, for he had felt like they had been followed for several days on end.
A hooded figure slowly paced up and down the long span of the dark room. It seemed to glare down at whoever inhabited it and snarled at the many possessions that littered the room. The stone floor was icy cold, but covered in the different furs of large animal predators. On the North wall of the room, the door stood, creaking endlessly and swinging unwillingly on its hinges. It was a black oaken door that appeared to have been well used. The East wall held the fireplace, but no flame was kindling in its bowels tonight. The South wall was covered in multiple plaques of the 'hunts' the inhabitant had been on. Each trophy held the head of a human, elf, dwarf, or animal. He normally hunted animals, but occasionally, when he was paid a good amount of money, he would hunt a person. Finally, against the West wall sat the figure's clothes, in a small wardrobe, weapons, on small hooks that had been nailed into the wall, and bed. The bed was a four poster bed with dark green curtains and a dark woody brown canopy. The quilt depicted a battle, the battle for Helm's Deep.
The figure paced a little more, before an orc entered, his shield in tow. The mysterious figure looked up at the visitor.
"Master, " the small being said with a cracking, but fierce, voice. "It is going as planned. They are approaching the ambush position. We should have them by nightfall, and to you by sunrise tomorrow, sir."
"Excellent." The figure murmured. He had been waiting for this chance for a long time now, he was not going to miss it.
To Be Continued.
____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________ In the next chapter:
Aragorn sets out to find the culprit of the kidnappings, not knowing that he is walking into a trap. Legolas and Gimli continue on their way, but before the reach Fangorn. they are in for a little surprise! ^^ The mysterious figure gets a name! Wow. That's amazing! :) His plan is going perfectly, but do I know what it quite is yet? No! Isn't that strange? Well. that's just me! The plot thickens in the next chapter: Of Pursuit and Happiness