Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything besides Palandor and his castle
(wow, what an accomplishment!).
Author's Note:
Phwee! 8 reviews total! 6 from the second chapter, 2 from the first. I have a couple of things to say first. I am SOOOOOOOO sorry about how the chapter format is incredibly screwed up. There is supposed to be space between points of view and charrie changes, but somehow, it got screwed up. I will be trying a new an improved system this chapter and I can only hope that it works. Another thing is that I remembered just recently that I forgot to post a 'chapter preview' section at the end of chapter 2. I am extremely sorry if that caused any pain or suffering.
THANK YOU for all of the positive reviews! I feel so loved. Ramblings to each of the reviewers will be posted at the bottom. And with no further random talking, I give you the third chapter: Feet and Arguments! Enjoy!
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Aragorn quickly approached the stables, his mind racing.
How could I not have time to see my best friends earlier? The ranger pondered. And now I am able to slip away so quickly away with little notice?
He sighed heavily as he finally arrived at the door of the stables. With a hard yank the wooden door creaked open. He wished to silence the hinges so that he may go unnoticed. The ranger slipped into the stables almost silently. The yellowish hay crackled quietly as he made his way towards a chocolate-brown horse. It's glossed hair shimmering slightly. Aragorn peered around for a saddle and found one sitting on the wooden gate. He gripped the pommel and the seat of the saddle and lifted it from its perch.
The rugged human fitted the horse with the saddle. He reached under the horse and grabbed the girth strap. He gently pulled it across the underside of the horse and through the small buckle at his side. The ranger glanced towards the gate again, the bridle was also sitting there. He swiftly plucked it from the gate and attempted to persuade the horse to open its mouth. It made no effort to do so.
"Come on now." Aragorn said softly to the stubborn horse, pulling its head closer to him.
The horse moved with its head and trod on the ranger's left foot. His breath hissed from his mouth in pain. He pushed the horse over. It slightly lost its balance and it stumbled a few steps to its left, stepping off of Aragorn's foot. The ranger grimaced slightly. His boot had been almost entirely crushed and he could tell that his foot would be severely bruised, if not broken. He winced slightly as he gingerly shifted his weight.
Great! Now I have a semi-broken foot! How can I help my friends now?! He thought wildly.
The horse neighed softly, trying to snap the young king back to reality, but in vain. The ranger just continued to stare into space. The horse was rather disgruntled by this and stepped on the young man's foot again.
Pain shot from his foot and he was hurtled, painfully, back into reality. His glazed eyes snapped back into focus, the acute pain in his foot causing him to hiss with pain again. The horse neighed slightly and stepped off his foot, not wanting to be pushed again. Aragorn turned to the horse scornfully. It rolled its eyes and shook its mane defiantly. The young ranger made another attempt to place the bridle into the horse's mouth, and yet having no success.
"Please?" He said as he gazed into the horse's dark eyes, " Please, Maltin?"
Maltin raised her eyebrows at this. Knowing he wasn't getting anywhere with this, the rugged king stuck his left finger into Maltin's mouth. She, slightly surprised at that, tried to jerk away from him, but he held her secure. The young ranger tickled her tongue slightly and her mouth opened slightly. Aragorn took those few moments to his advantage. He shoved the bridle into Maltin's mouth and pulled the crown piece over her ear, gently but firmly. The horse tried to pull back from the young ranger again, but in vain. He gripped her firmly and pulled the leather reins over her shaggy head.
Where is Legolas when I need him. Aragorn thought solemnly.
He knew that Legolas was a master at calming and taming such wild and rambunctious steeds, but as for his whereabouts, the young ranger did not know.
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The orc melee yanked at the unconscious prince that had been laid on him. The blood had quickly stopped, but that didn't keep the grizzly orc from complaining.
"Why do I have to hold the elf, Nafid?!" He grunted to the leader of the pack.
Nafid slowly turned around and halted his small horde. The leader was an orc, with greenish-brown skin and eyes like a cat's. His grungy armor was covered with caked blood from many a battle. He drew out his sword and slowly paced towards the complaining orc.
"Have a problem, Osoufa?" He asked evilly.
Ousoufa didn't pick up the dangerous tone in Nafid's drawling voice and obviously his [Ousoufa's] elevator didn't quite reach the top floor.
"Of course I do!" The dumb orc replied rebelliously. "Even though he is lighter than the stout one, he isn't a feather!"
"And neither is your head!"
"Wha-"
Ousoufa was cut short. Nafid, with incredible speed, lashed out and took off Ousoufa's head. Black blood spilled across the grass and onto Legolas, who was still bound to the orc and had received a long, ragged cut across his check from the decapitation. Ousoufa's head dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. The grizzly orc's body fell backwards, trapping Legolas beneath him.
"We will need to unbind the elf to get him off of that lazy excuse for an orc!" Nafid shouted cruelly.
"What if the thing tries to get away?" Another orc chimed in, obviously referring to the prince.
"We'll break its leg then!" Nafid screamed with glee, "It can't run if it can't use its leg!"
At this, the crowd of orcs cheered malevolently. They hadn't been able to do anything to their captives at all. A rather burly orc stepped towards the elf, but turned to Nafid.
"I want to break its leg!" The dark orc grunted. It wore an evil smile and had dark black scale-like armor that reached over almost every part of its body.
"Of course, Kewev," Nafid replied swiftly, "Just do it quick!"
Kewev grinned, showing few teeth, for so many had been knocked out in previous battles. He stepped over the elf and roughly cut the bonds that had been giving the prince severe rope burn. He turned the fair elf so he lay on his back. In a matter of moments the orc had positioned himself so he couldn't miss. He jumped onto the blonde elf's left leg and with a loud, painful crack the bone snapped in two, right below his knee.
Legolas's body jerked suddenly at this and he seemed to wake for a moment brcause of the pain. He stared around at the orcs for a quick fluttering moment before Nafid kicked his head roughly, reopening the wound on his temple and causing it to bleed.
"Any one else have a problem?" Nafid asked, mockingly.
TBC.
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General Ramblings:
Hey! Like the third chapter? I hope so. No Palandor this chapter, and I dreadfully sorry it's a bit short. but I thought you guys would go for short chapter rather than no chapter. I might, key word: might, squeeze another chapter out by tomorrow. :) sorry I posted so late! My Algebra teacher has given me no rest at all and I have had tremendous amounts of homework throughout the week. As I promised, I have ramblings to all my reviewers! Phwee!
Caunoiech: thank you! You were my FIRST reviewer and I was so excited when I received the e-mail!
Jana: that really made me wonder too. but this is my first fic and it is NOT prewritten, so I'm trying to do the best I can.
Lilers: phwee! Thank you! :)
Deana: yes, poor Leggy! grins evilly but that is the least of his worries, now that his leg is broken. and . other things that will pop up later. *hint hint: more angst*
Colacookiecarter: thank you! I am *kinda* proud of it I guess. lol :)
Star-Stallion: thank you! Thank you! I will actually try to update this more often, but it all depends on the homework, etc.
Lady-Laswen: wow! Me too! Especially when Aragorn leaves Leggy alone for a little while and then when he comes back, the elf is brutally beaten up! Phwee!!!
Elfmage: phwee! Thank you! You are so encouraging! I think the only reason I really actually got unhooked from my new Princess Diaries book was because I received your two reviews! :) and yes, there will be more angst! I can guarantee you! Lol
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter Preview: here it is!!! Lol
When Aragorn, finally, sets off to find his missing friends, he runs into a couple of problems in the plains of Rohan. Legolas and Gimli arrive at Palandor's castle and Palandor has a few questions for them. Will they answer or will something *terrible* [*wink wink*] happen? Find out in the next chapter: Spiders and Interrogation
Note: there will be Gimli angst and I know there are like, NO Gimli angst fans, . wait! *waves to a person in the far back* but soon after that there will be some classic Leggy angst. Phwee! Have fun!
Author's Note:
Phwee! 8 reviews total! 6 from the second chapter, 2 from the first. I have a couple of things to say first. I am SOOOOOOOO sorry about how the chapter format is incredibly screwed up. There is supposed to be space between points of view and charrie changes, but somehow, it got screwed up. I will be trying a new an improved system this chapter and I can only hope that it works. Another thing is that I remembered just recently that I forgot to post a 'chapter preview' section at the end of chapter 2. I am extremely sorry if that caused any pain or suffering.
THANK YOU for all of the positive reviews! I feel so loved. Ramblings to each of the reviewers will be posted at the bottom. And with no further random talking, I give you the third chapter: Feet and Arguments! Enjoy!
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter 3: Feet and Arguments
Aragorn quickly approached the stables, his mind racing.
How could I not have time to see my best friends earlier? The ranger pondered. And now I am able to slip away so quickly away with little notice?
He sighed heavily as he finally arrived at the door of the stables. With a hard yank the wooden door creaked open. He wished to silence the hinges so that he may go unnoticed. The ranger slipped into the stables almost silently. The yellowish hay crackled quietly as he made his way towards a chocolate-brown horse. It's glossed hair shimmering slightly. Aragorn peered around for a saddle and found one sitting on the wooden gate. He gripped the pommel and the seat of the saddle and lifted it from its perch.
The rugged human fitted the horse with the saddle. He reached under the horse and grabbed the girth strap. He gently pulled it across the underside of the horse and through the small buckle at his side. The ranger glanced towards the gate again, the bridle was also sitting there. He swiftly plucked it from the gate and attempted to persuade the horse to open its mouth. It made no effort to do so.
"Come on now." Aragorn said softly to the stubborn horse, pulling its head closer to him.
The horse moved with its head and trod on the ranger's left foot. His breath hissed from his mouth in pain. He pushed the horse over. It slightly lost its balance and it stumbled a few steps to its left, stepping off of Aragorn's foot. The ranger grimaced slightly. His boot had been almost entirely crushed and he could tell that his foot would be severely bruised, if not broken. He winced slightly as he gingerly shifted his weight.
Great! Now I have a semi-broken foot! How can I help my friends now?! He thought wildly.
The horse neighed softly, trying to snap the young king back to reality, but in vain. The ranger just continued to stare into space. The horse was rather disgruntled by this and stepped on the young man's foot again.
Pain shot from his foot and he was hurtled, painfully, back into reality. His glazed eyes snapped back into focus, the acute pain in his foot causing him to hiss with pain again. The horse neighed slightly and stepped off his foot, not wanting to be pushed again. Aragorn turned to the horse scornfully. It rolled its eyes and shook its mane defiantly. The young ranger made another attempt to place the bridle into the horse's mouth, and yet having no success.
"Please?" He said as he gazed into the horse's dark eyes, " Please, Maltin?"
Maltin raised her eyebrows at this. Knowing he wasn't getting anywhere with this, the rugged king stuck his left finger into Maltin's mouth. She, slightly surprised at that, tried to jerk away from him, but he held her secure. The young ranger tickled her tongue slightly and her mouth opened slightly. Aragorn took those few moments to his advantage. He shoved the bridle into Maltin's mouth and pulled the crown piece over her ear, gently but firmly. The horse tried to pull back from the young ranger again, but in vain. He gripped her firmly and pulled the leather reins over her shaggy head.
Where is Legolas when I need him. Aragorn thought solemnly.
He knew that Legolas was a master at calming and taming such wild and rambunctious steeds, but as for his whereabouts, the young ranger did not know.
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The orc melee yanked at the unconscious prince that had been laid on him. The blood had quickly stopped, but that didn't keep the grizzly orc from complaining.
"Why do I have to hold the elf, Nafid?!" He grunted to the leader of the pack.
Nafid slowly turned around and halted his small horde. The leader was an orc, with greenish-brown skin and eyes like a cat's. His grungy armor was covered with caked blood from many a battle. He drew out his sword and slowly paced towards the complaining orc.
"Have a problem, Osoufa?" He asked evilly.
Ousoufa didn't pick up the dangerous tone in Nafid's drawling voice and obviously his [Ousoufa's] elevator didn't quite reach the top floor.
"Of course I do!" The dumb orc replied rebelliously. "Even though he is lighter than the stout one, he isn't a feather!"
"And neither is your head!"
"Wha-"
Ousoufa was cut short. Nafid, with incredible speed, lashed out and took off Ousoufa's head. Black blood spilled across the grass and onto Legolas, who was still bound to the orc and had received a long, ragged cut across his check from the decapitation. Ousoufa's head dropped like a sack of potatoes to the ground. The grizzly orc's body fell backwards, trapping Legolas beneath him.
"We will need to unbind the elf to get him off of that lazy excuse for an orc!" Nafid shouted cruelly.
"What if the thing tries to get away?" Another orc chimed in, obviously referring to the prince.
"We'll break its leg then!" Nafid screamed with glee, "It can't run if it can't use its leg!"
At this, the crowd of orcs cheered malevolently. They hadn't been able to do anything to their captives at all. A rather burly orc stepped towards the elf, but turned to Nafid.
"I want to break its leg!" The dark orc grunted. It wore an evil smile and had dark black scale-like armor that reached over almost every part of its body.
"Of course, Kewev," Nafid replied swiftly, "Just do it quick!"
Kewev grinned, showing few teeth, for so many had been knocked out in previous battles. He stepped over the elf and roughly cut the bonds that had been giving the prince severe rope burn. He turned the fair elf so he lay on his back. In a matter of moments the orc had positioned himself so he couldn't miss. He jumped onto the blonde elf's left leg and with a loud, painful crack the bone snapped in two, right below his knee.
Legolas's body jerked suddenly at this and he seemed to wake for a moment brcause of the pain. He stared around at the orcs for a quick fluttering moment before Nafid kicked his head roughly, reopening the wound on his temple and causing it to bleed.
"Any one else have a problem?" Nafid asked, mockingly.
TBC.
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General Ramblings:
Hey! Like the third chapter? I hope so. No Palandor this chapter, and I dreadfully sorry it's a bit short. but I thought you guys would go for short chapter rather than no chapter. I might, key word: might, squeeze another chapter out by tomorrow. :) sorry I posted so late! My Algebra teacher has given me no rest at all and I have had tremendous amounts of homework throughout the week. As I promised, I have ramblings to all my reviewers! Phwee!
Caunoiech: thank you! You were my FIRST reviewer and I was so excited when I received the e-mail!
Jana: that really made me wonder too. but this is my first fic and it is NOT prewritten, so I'm trying to do the best I can.
Lilers: phwee! Thank you! :)
Deana: yes, poor Leggy! grins evilly but that is the least of his worries, now that his leg is broken. and . other things that will pop up later. *hint hint: more angst*
Colacookiecarter: thank you! I am *kinda* proud of it I guess. lol :)
Star-Stallion: thank you! Thank you! I will actually try to update this more often, but it all depends on the homework, etc.
Lady-Laswen: wow! Me too! Especially when Aragorn leaves Leggy alone for a little while and then when he comes back, the elf is brutally beaten up! Phwee!!!
Elfmage: phwee! Thank you! You are so encouraging! I think the only reason I really actually got unhooked from my new Princess Diaries book was because I received your two reviews! :) and yes, there will be more angst! I can guarantee you! Lol
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~* Chapter Preview: here it is!!! Lol
When Aragorn, finally, sets off to find his missing friends, he runs into a couple of problems in the plains of Rohan. Legolas and Gimli arrive at Palandor's castle and Palandor has a few questions for them. Will they answer or will something *terrible* [*wink wink*] happen? Find out in the next chapter: Spiders and Interrogation
Note: there will be Gimli angst and I know there are like, NO Gimli angst fans, . wait! *waves to a person in the far back* but soon after that there will be some classic Leggy angst. Phwee! Have fun!