Author's Note:
I have a couple of things to say. This story sucks and is a pile of shit. Nothing is going right and I have made so many mistakes, it isn't funny. I write suck-tastically, and couldn't do it to save my life. I thought I could try it out. but the story has done nothing good for anyone. I don't know why people waste their time to read it. It's all SHIT! Now that that's over, onto the *actual* author's note.
Phwee! Another chapter! I am so sorry that I have not been able to update every week, as I had originally hoped. My weekends, which are SUPPOSED to be relaxing have not been and now band advancing on this Saturday. well.. Let's just say that you might be without an update for a couple of weeks. ;_; I apologize ahead of time, so I hope not to get *too* many flames on the topic of me not updating very often.
On the topic of my referring to Estel as 'young', I am implying that he is much younger than the elves. If that caused any confusion. Along with the incident with Maltin, yes I know that is not the horse's name and that Aragorn has a natural ability to calm animals but, all good pets/steeds have bad days (( Spades helped me to get over this area. *huggles Spades* )). So, implying that the horse was having a bad day, anything could've happened. Alrighty now. the orcs. I can't do orcs. Orcs hate me, and they do not like me. I now know that the orcs high-fiving was a big mistake on my part and I apologize. I would like to thank Ainu Laire for his/her flame. I was expecting one.. Also, thank you for the advice about orc names. As I have said before, orcs hate me.
Another thing, in some classic angst stories, Legolas's hair is precious to him. I know I'm supposed to be unique and say that it wasn't precious, but this *is* my first fanfiction and I am trying the best I can. I will probably change that detail when I write another story, excuse me. *if* I write another story. *if* this story is successful and doesn't go splat and bore every one in the world to death. I can see that happening. ; . ; I would like to thank all of my faithful reviewers, bloody hell. it's been a ROUGH road to type a fanfiction. and live through my first flame. I *have* read the books, but it's been a while since I last read them and I have every intent to read them again. Thus, I have NO idea who Ghan-buri-ghan is, I have no memory of him. it.
As several of you know, I am an active reader and reviewer. Normally, what takes up most of my time is either homework and my loyal r & r. I have so many stories that I am reading all at once,. well. it's *busy*. So if I do not update in a week, don't worry I am trying my hardest to get it done. It isn't as easy as it appears. Although my chapters tend to be on the short side, more apologies for that, it is difficult to get my ideas into writing. I have the whole general plot in my head and I have very explicit scenes, none of which we have encountered yet. but *will* be encountering, that have already been planned.
I've got the ending worked out, and *some* of the middle. but we're only in chapter 5 and well. that counts as a beginning. Along with these story ideas developing. I have ANOTHER one popping up. The problem is. I can't stick that situation into a story until a few later because. well. there'd be too much focus on one character and I *try* to avoid that and even out the angst.
Now! Enough rambling to you! As usual, general ramblings to my lovely reviewers *gives all the reviewers a chocolate chip cookie* at the bottom of the post. I have 35 reviews! I am one happy person! I love you all. I thought that this story was crap, as I have said many times before, and that I would only get all negative reviews or none at all, but well.. you reviewed, positively. THANK YOU! On with the next chapter!
P.S. I will no longer have chapter previews, because I barely struggled to get the spider part in last chapter and if I'm too stressed then I won't write well and it will be. well. look at my first two chapters and that's what it will look like, and no one wants that.
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Chapter 5: Trouble
Palandor gripped the elf prince tightly by the shoulders. He would not let a single guard touch him. The man's plans were too important to risk any orc weapon being used on him. He had other intentions. The rugged human found it difficult to steer the blonde amongst the stone corridors, due to his broken leg. Palandor had slightly tripped on the fair being's limp leg almost twice already and was beginning to get frustrated.
Farther up the stone hallway, was a staircase that had 5 steps that led up to the slightly higher level of the floor. There were small patches of light that shone onto the dark material, which would make it hard to not miss a step. A small rabbit hopped onto the third step, somewhat happy. It had dark brown fur and bright blue eyes that were stuck in the middle of its somewhat squashed face. It was a male and his name was Poppy. The small bunny peered down the hallway at the approaching company, and at the sight of Palandor, ruffled his fur in disgust. The brown being froze for a moment on the stairs, before rising. This left a good sized pile of droppings in the spot.
Palandor, the orcs, and the captives were nearing the stairs. Gimli tried to struggle almost continuously, but in vain. The orcs roughly beat him with the butts of their swords. The rugged leader turned around and put a halt to it. The last thing he needed was to be without a bargaining chip. Legolas was somewhat trying to walk, but with his broken leg, could do almost nothing; the elf merely dragged on the floor. At the base of the stairs, Palandor began to struggle with the prince again. The man stepped onto the first step, before tripping on the blonde again and falling face first to the stairs and receiving a mouthful of nummy leftover pancakes. The rugged leader twitched.
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Aragorn glanced around at the spiders, each giving him the return glare. The ranger felt the hair on the back of his neck rise at the sight of the coutless hairy legs that surrounded him. Small eyes glowed slightly from the little moonlight that broke through the cover of the forest. He recognized these as the spiders who the elves had taught over thousands of years ago how to speak (( bear with me, okay? I am trying to make this story slightly unique )). Legolas had never spoken of them to him. The king tried to remember where he had heard of them from.
The forest was covered with an eerie silence, slightly disturbed by a soft rustle that meant more spiders were coming. The ranger glanced around, trying to find some possible way to escape from the mess he had just gotten himself into. The small shaft of light in the clearing created shadows ahead of him. He knew he was no great tree climber, but if the human tried. he *might* be able to get out from the forest and away from the current threat. He heard a twig snap loudly and he spun around swiftly, hoping for his story and the hope of saving the prince and the dwarf would not be crushed forever.
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The dark shapes swirled in and out of Legolas' vision. He had no idea where he was. An aching pain woke him. He peered around slightly. The surroundings were grim. He was in a cell, but it was more of a cage. There were only bars that fenced each prisoner off. Gimli was to his right, sitting against the wall with his hands chained roughly to the wall, while his feet were bolted to the ground. The prince knew that this prevented all movement of the dwarf and winced slightly when he saw his own bonds. The long chain was connected to a rusty manacle that stuck to his neck, so when he moved it the metal rubbed some of his soft skin raw. A large single metal ring was around his feet and bracketed to the floor. His bleeding wrists were slowly healing, but the scabs were sticking to shackles around his thin wrists. He wore some sort of iron glove over his hands, as if to prevent him from using any sort of magic. The chilled air in the cell made the areas where Palandor had cut his hair feel frighteningly bare.
/These humans are so naïve./ He thought. He smiled slightly. /As is Estel./
Sadness choked his throat and he almost immediately began to miss the young ranger and wondered if he would ever see him again. The man had been a companion for many years, one of the fellowship.
The elf's attention swiftly shifted back to his current companion, the dwarf. He tried to move his head slightly, without rubbing off too much skin. The dwarf sat almost stone still and most of his armor was missing. The blonde almost didn't recognize him, for the stout being was hardly ever seen without his proud axe and his battle-worn armor. But, the beard remained true. It had been slightly blood-stained, but still bore the mark of when the archer had gripped it tightly in the mines of Moria to save him from falling into the lava far below. Gimli wore a long chain that wrapped both wrists together tightly. He was also manacled to the wall as the prince was, but the dwarf seemed to be faring better, since he had rougher and tougher skin.
The prince lowered his head to his chest, as much as he could, and said a silent prayer to the Valar that Gimli would come to no harm, if he [Legolas] could prevent it.
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The dark being that stared back into Aragorn's eyes seemed to growl as it pounced on its prey. The ranger rolled to the side to avoid being crushed. The large beast let out a small call and at once many more of its friends joined it.
"You have trasspassed into our domain, human," It snarled. "You shall accept the penalty of doing so!"
The young king gasped. Had he truly forgotten about the legends about the spiders' domain in the Druadan Forest. The ones about the 'eight-legged freaks' that terrorized the southern border of the forest to protect their offspring and to ensure that they live as long, or longer, as the humans who lived in the alabaster city of Minas Tirith. The man couldn't believe that he had forgotten all the tales his elven brothers had told him.
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"I'm running away!" A young Estel cried out. His hair was still as untamed as an untrained stallion.
Elladan and Elrohir smirked and shook their dark heads, braids shifting slightly.
"No," The older one said soflty. "Father would be rather mad at you."
"Do you want to hear *another* lecture on why not to run out into the forest?" Elladan quickly said, not missing a beat.
The young boy raised an eyebrow and cocked his head.
"Well." He began. "I've heard it from father, but you still haven't told me the *real* reason why I'm not supposed to wander off." Estel said softly.
"There are tales of an evil lair of spiders, near the border of the forest," Elladan said, eerily.
Estel shifted his position slightly.
"That's not true!" He shouted at the twins.
Elrohir rolled his eyes slightly before turning to the elf beside him.
"Isn't that the Drudan Forest?" He whispered to his look-alike.
Elladan shrugged.
"He won't be able to know the difference between the two forests."
The small human had over heard what they had said. He knew that the elves sometimes underestimated how much his ears could pick up.
"Anyway," Elladan murmured, before turning back to the boy. "The spiders that live in the forest have a custom to eating and killing whatever comes into their lair."
Elrohir nodded.
"You never escape alive."
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Aragorn, for a moment, couldn't help but smirk. The memory of old times with his brothers, brought back many more. But, in an instant, he returned to his current situation, glancing up at the small opening in the tree cover again. The spiders began swarming thicker around him and the man couldn't help feeling slightly hopeless.
"Help me, " He murmured slightly as he made a mad dash towards the nearest tree, and to his only chance of survival.
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I am so sorry for the short chapter. It is a very bad chapter and I am definitely not pleased with it, but I really needed to update. Now, to the replies to reviews! *hands out chocolate chip cookies to all the reviewers*
Elfmage: lol, no *real* angst in this chapter, but the next one. I assure you will have much more
MoroTheWolfGod: I try! I try!
Yalena: son? Oh.. Soon! Sorry. I will try to update more!
Solange: thank you!
Deana: yes we do, and you will see that in the next chapter! As I have said many times, I will try to update faster.
Legolas' Cousin: you have one part of the answer! *wink* thank you for the compliment! ^^
Lady Laswen: I thank you oh so much! You make me happy (
Star-Stallion: You are too kind! And yes, his leg does sound rather nasty.
Spades: (( I save the best for last! Lol )) there it is! The cameo! Poppy did a great job! ^^ phwee! Thank you for letting me use him! It was amusing to try and plan the demise of Palandor in that way! *huggles* thank you so much for the support after I got that flame. I had originally changed the author's note to read that I was going to take the story down, so I could make changes. but you changed my mind. I cannot thank you enough!
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Well, that's the crap chapter! Weeee.. Now. I must make leave to find random stuff to smack myself with, and skittles (( lol Spades))
'Til then,
Dha
I have a couple of things to say. This story sucks and is a pile of shit. Nothing is going right and I have made so many mistakes, it isn't funny. I write suck-tastically, and couldn't do it to save my life. I thought I could try it out. but the story has done nothing good for anyone. I don't know why people waste their time to read it. It's all SHIT! Now that that's over, onto the *actual* author's note.
Phwee! Another chapter! I am so sorry that I have not been able to update every week, as I had originally hoped. My weekends, which are SUPPOSED to be relaxing have not been and now band advancing on this Saturday. well.. Let's just say that you might be without an update for a couple of weeks. ;_; I apologize ahead of time, so I hope not to get *too* many flames on the topic of me not updating very often.
On the topic of my referring to Estel as 'young', I am implying that he is much younger than the elves. If that caused any confusion. Along with the incident with Maltin, yes I know that is not the horse's name and that Aragorn has a natural ability to calm animals but, all good pets/steeds have bad days (( Spades helped me to get over this area. *huggles Spades* )). So, implying that the horse was having a bad day, anything could've happened. Alrighty now. the orcs. I can't do orcs. Orcs hate me, and they do not like me. I now know that the orcs high-fiving was a big mistake on my part and I apologize. I would like to thank Ainu Laire for his/her flame. I was expecting one.. Also, thank you for the advice about orc names. As I have said before, orcs hate me.
Another thing, in some classic angst stories, Legolas's hair is precious to him. I know I'm supposed to be unique and say that it wasn't precious, but this *is* my first fanfiction and I am trying the best I can. I will probably change that detail when I write another story, excuse me. *if* I write another story. *if* this story is successful and doesn't go splat and bore every one in the world to death. I can see that happening. ; . ; I would like to thank all of my faithful reviewers, bloody hell. it's been a ROUGH road to type a fanfiction. and live through my first flame. I *have* read the books, but it's been a while since I last read them and I have every intent to read them again. Thus, I have NO idea who Ghan-buri-ghan is, I have no memory of him. it.
As several of you know, I am an active reader and reviewer. Normally, what takes up most of my time is either homework and my loyal r & r. I have so many stories that I am reading all at once,. well. it's *busy*. So if I do not update in a week, don't worry I am trying my hardest to get it done. It isn't as easy as it appears. Although my chapters tend to be on the short side, more apologies for that, it is difficult to get my ideas into writing. I have the whole general plot in my head and I have very explicit scenes, none of which we have encountered yet. but *will* be encountering, that have already been planned.
I've got the ending worked out, and *some* of the middle. but we're only in chapter 5 and well. that counts as a beginning. Along with these story ideas developing. I have ANOTHER one popping up. The problem is. I can't stick that situation into a story until a few later because. well. there'd be too much focus on one character and I *try* to avoid that and even out the angst.
Now! Enough rambling to you! As usual, general ramblings to my lovely reviewers *gives all the reviewers a chocolate chip cookie* at the bottom of the post. I have 35 reviews! I am one happy person! I love you all. I thought that this story was crap, as I have said many times before, and that I would only get all negative reviews or none at all, but well.. you reviewed, positively. THANK YOU! On with the next chapter!
P.S. I will no longer have chapter previews, because I barely struggled to get the spider part in last chapter and if I'm too stressed then I won't write well and it will be. well. look at my first two chapters and that's what it will look like, and no one wants that.
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Chapter 5: Trouble
Palandor gripped the elf prince tightly by the shoulders. He would not let a single guard touch him. The man's plans were too important to risk any orc weapon being used on him. He had other intentions. The rugged human found it difficult to steer the blonde amongst the stone corridors, due to his broken leg. Palandor had slightly tripped on the fair being's limp leg almost twice already and was beginning to get frustrated.
Farther up the stone hallway, was a staircase that had 5 steps that led up to the slightly higher level of the floor. There were small patches of light that shone onto the dark material, which would make it hard to not miss a step. A small rabbit hopped onto the third step, somewhat happy. It had dark brown fur and bright blue eyes that were stuck in the middle of its somewhat squashed face. It was a male and his name was Poppy. The small bunny peered down the hallway at the approaching company, and at the sight of Palandor, ruffled his fur in disgust. The brown being froze for a moment on the stairs, before rising. This left a good sized pile of droppings in the spot.
Palandor, the orcs, and the captives were nearing the stairs. Gimli tried to struggle almost continuously, but in vain. The orcs roughly beat him with the butts of their swords. The rugged leader turned around and put a halt to it. The last thing he needed was to be without a bargaining chip. Legolas was somewhat trying to walk, but with his broken leg, could do almost nothing; the elf merely dragged on the floor. At the base of the stairs, Palandor began to struggle with the prince again. The man stepped onto the first step, before tripping on the blonde again and falling face first to the stairs and receiving a mouthful of nummy leftover pancakes. The rugged leader twitched.
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Aragorn glanced around at the spiders, each giving him the return glare. The ranger felt the hair on the back of his neck rise at the sight of the coutless hairy legs that surrounded him. Small eyes glowed slightly from the little moonlight that broke through the cover of the forest. He recognized these as the spiders who the elves had taught over thousands of years ago how to speak (( bear with me, okay? I am trying to make this story slightly unique )). Legolas had never spoken of them to him. The king tried to remember where he had heard of them from.
The forest was covered with an eerie silence, slightly disturbed by a soft rustle that meant more spiders were coming. The ranger glanced around, trying to find some possible way to escape from the mess he had just gotten himself into. The small shaft of light in the clearing created shadows ahead of him. He knew he was no great tree climber, but if the human tried. he *might* be able to get out from the forest and away from the current threat. He heard a twig snap loudly and he spun around swiftly, hoping for his story and the hope of saving the prince and the dwarf would not be crushed forever.
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The dark shapes swirled in and out of Legolas' vision. He had no idea where he was. An aching pain woke him. He peered around slightly. The surroundings were grim. He was in a cell, but it was more of a cage. There were only bars that fenced each prisoner off. Gimli was to his right, sitting against the wall with his hands chained roughly to the wall, while his feet were bolted to the ground. The prince knew that this prevented all movement of the dwarf and winced slightly when he saw his own bonds. The long chain was connected to a rusty manacle that stuck to his neck, so when he moved it the metal rubbed some of his soft skin raw. A large single metal ring was around his feet and bracketed to the floor. His bleeding wrists were slowly healing, but the scabs were sticking to shackles around his thin wrists. He wore some sort of iron glove over his hands, as if to prevent him from using any sort of magic. The chilled air in the cell made the areas where Palandor had cut his hair feel frighteningly bare.
/These humans are so naïve./ He thought. He smiled slightly. /As is Estel./
Sadness choked his throat and he almost immediately began to miss the young ranger and wondered if he would ever see him again. The man had been a companion for many years, one of the fellowship.
The elf's attention swiftly shifted back to his current companion, the dwarf. He tried to move his head slightly, without rubbing off too much skin. The dwarf sat almost stone still and most of his armor was missing. The blonde almost didn't recognize him, for the stout being was hardly ever seen without his proud axe and his battle-worn armor. But, the beard remained true. It had been slightly blood-stained, but still bore the mark of when the archer had gripped it tightly in the mines of Moria to save him from falling into the lava far below. Gimli wore a long chain that wrapped both wrists together tightly. He was also manacled to the wall as the prince was, but the dwarf seemed to be faring better, since he had rougher and tougher skin.
The prince lowered his head to his chest, as much as he could, and said a silent prayer to the Valar that Gimli would come to no harm, if he [Legolas] could prevent it.
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The dark being that stared back into Aragorn's eyes seemed to growl as it pounced on its prey. The ranger rolled to the side to avoid being crushed. The large beast let out a small call and at once many more of its friends joined it.
"You have trasspassed into our domain, human," It snarled. "You shall accept the penalty of doing so!"
The young king gasped. Had he truly forgotten about the legends about the spiders' domain in the Druadan Forest. The ones about the 'eight-legged freaks' that terrorized the southern border of the forest to protect their offspring and to ensure that they live as long, or longer, as the humans who lived in the alabaster city of Minas Tirith. The man couldn't believe that he had forgotten all the tales his elven brothers had told him.
=========[flashback]==========
"I'm running away!" A young Estel cried out. His hair was still as untamed as an untrained stallion.
Elladan and Elrohir smirked and shook their dark heads, braids shifting slightly.
"No," The older one said soflty. "Father would be rather mad at you."
"Do you want to hear *another* lecture on why not to run out into the forest?" Elladan quickly said, not missing a beat.
The young boy raised an eyebrow and cocked his head.
"Well." He began. "I've heard it from father, but you still haven't told me the *real* reason why I'm not supposed to wander off." Estel said softly.
"There are tales of an evil lair of spiders, near the border of the forest," Elladan said, eerily.
Estel shifted his position slightly.
"That's not true!" He shouted at the twins.
Elrohir rolled his eyes slightly before turning to the elf beside him.
"Isn't that the Drudan Forest?" He whispered to his look-alike.
Elladan shrugged.
"He won't be able to know the difference between the two forests."
The small human had over heard what they had said. He knew that the elves sometimes underestimated how much his ears could pick up.
"Anyway," Elladan murmured, before turning back to the boy. "The spiders that live in the forest have a custom to eating and killing whatever comes into their lair."
Elrohir nodded.
"You never escape alive."
======[end of flashback]=====
Aragorn, for a moment, couldn't help but smirk. The memory of old times with his brothers, brought back many more. But, in an instant, he returned to his current situation, glancing up at the small opening in the tree cover again. The spiders began swarming thicker around him and the man couldn't help feeling slightly hopeless.
"Help me, " He murmured slightly as he made a mad dash towards the nearest tree, and to his only chance of survival.
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I am so sorry for the short chapter. It is a very bad chapter and I am definitely not pleased with it, but I really needed to update. Now, to the replies to reviews! *hands out chocolate chip cookies to all the reviewers*
Elfmage: lol, no *real* angst in this chapter, but the next one. I assure you will have much more
MoroTheWolfGod: I try! I try!
Yalena: son? Oh.. Soon! Sorry. I will try to update more!
Solange: thank you!
Deana: yes we do, and you will see that in the next chapter! As I have said many times, I will try to update faster.
Legolas' Cousin: you have one part of the answer! *wink* thank you for the compliment! ^^
Lady Laswen: I thank you oh so much! You make me happy (
Star-Stallion: You are too kind! And yes, his leg does sound rather nasty.
Spades: (( I save the best for last! Lol )) there it is! The cameo! Poppy did a great job! ^^ phwee! Thank you for letting me use him! It was amusing to try and plan the demise of Palandor in that way! *huggles* thank you so much for the support after I got that flame. I had originally changed the author's note to read that I was going to take the story down, so I could make changes. but you changed my mind. I cannot thank you enough!
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Well, that's the crap chapter! Weeee.. Now. I must make leave to find random stuff to smack myself with, and skittles (( lol Spades))
'Til then,
Dha