Author's Note:
Hey all! I know! This is an early update from me! Phwee! I bet you are all sooo surprised! Not! Ah ha! I am so evil! ) This chappie will definitely have more Legolas and less Aragorn. Sorry Estel fans! There's an important piece of the story that goes in here which might not seem to important at first, but will definitely, eventually, become a great part of the plot. I really wanted to update on Friday! I had the manuscript written! I did! But the homework load has just been . O.o dear lord. but this is what you get for lots o' reviews! I got 14! 13! *gapes* yeeks! I'm so excited! 39 total! *faints* So! Without further ado: Chapter 7!
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Chapter 7: Demons On All Fronts
The darkness that swirled around Legolas was a soothing one, that he easily accepted. There was no pain here, and that was bliss. He drifted amongst the darkness, enjoying the rest and soothing feeling that coursed through his body. The elf wished to stay much longer in this state of peace and tranquility. But, a thought fluttered into his vacant mind, like a feather caught in a midsummer's breeze.
Gimli.
The prince immediately began to fear for his companion and almost wanted to leave his precious sleep. almost. The blonde felt as if nothing could hurt him here, no anguish or pain would come hurtling his way, that nothing could go wrong but, something did. He began to hear voices all around him. A gruff one which he easily distinguished as Gimli's.
"No!" It screamed, piercing the silence that surrounded the lithe form.
The sound of footsteps rapidly scraped the floor. A struggle. Heavy ones, followed by lighter ones, but not as light of those of an elf, danced in a sort of pattern. Then came a steady hissing noise. It was swiftly block out by a small grunt and a thump on the floor. The archer; however, was confused. What was the hissing noise?
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Gimli was on his knees, clutching at his stomach. A hard kick had been received there. The dwarf again tried to struggle against the orcs that held him from Legolas and the brand, which was hissing loudly. Another knee in the stomach was the result of that but, nevertheless, the stout being was holding his own against them. The orcs tried to restrain him, wrestling his bound wrists behind his back again. Palandor shifted his gaze for but a moment, to peer at the rambunctious dwarf. The rugged Halfling noticed this. The rogue was being distracted, and that was all that mattered.
The man turned to the dwarf again, shaking slightly with rage but, he gripped the handle of the brand a little tighter and his confidence was returned. The hot metal was still pointed at the elven prince, who was barely being supported by another pair of muscular orcs.
"You cannot save him," The brunette said plainly. " *He* will win over the host and Gondor will fall."
" *He*?" Gimli asked, not meaning to say it aloud.
Palandor merely smirked evilly before turning back to the blonde, who had been set on his knees, his broken leg not quite cooperating, the knee swollen.
"Remove his tunic," He snapped at the two orcs gripping the prince from under the arms.
They nodded swiftly and ripped the mirkwood fabric from his back. The man sprinkled dark black powder, which looked like finely crushed charcoal, over the hot tip of the brand. I emitted thick black smoke and the dark metal shifted into a face. A terrible face of a demon with long horns that reached over its face. A hooked nose protruded from the middle of the brand and its eyes were as ugly and horrible as the brand itself. The face growled deeply and gruffly before the villain holding it jabbed the hot metal into the skin over the elf's heart, and the smell of burnt flesh became potent in the air.
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A hot hissing noise entered the prince's dark world. Immediately after, a sharp pain wrapped itself around his whole being It felt as though something was entering his very soul. He opened his eyes in surprise and the real world spun wildly around him, as if he were on a giant wheel. The blonde felt the release of his arms by the orcs and he slumped forward onto the floor. He felt gazing eyes fixed on him. The archer felt as if he were on fire, twisting and sprawling out across the floor in an attempt to escape the pain. Then, suddenly, it stopped.
Legolas blinked and sat up. Tears that had been on the verge of escaping were quickly blinked back in a fury. A steady throb of pain hit him, in his chest. He moved his hand to it and found burnt flesh, mushy and bleeding. He prodded it a few times, before withdrawing his hand. The elf smiled a little, at least this pain was bearable. With a sharp tug; however, he was dragged up to his feet.
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Gimli sighed with relief. He had been so worried and frightened when his companion had been writhing agonizingly on the floor. The dwarf had seen the elf's body twist in such ways that should not even be physically possible. The short being looked at the blonde, startled at the surprise that showed clearly upon his face.
"Legolas?" He murmured, only loud enough for the elf to hear.
Hearing his name, the prince turned to the bearded Halfling.
"It. Is. Alright." He muttered in between gasps, greedily sucking in the air that had been limited when on the floor. But, something greatly surprised him. The elf stretched out his right leg, moving it freely. It wasn't broken. He raised his hand to his temple, no bump or remnants of a wound and instantly the captive turned on his captor.
"What happened to me?!" The blonde demanded impatiently.
"*I*," Palandor said, grinning, "didn't do anything. *He* healed you. He doesn't like having a wounded or weak host."
Legolas felt something squirm around in him and said in a voice that was not his own, "Thank you, Palandor. I'm sure I can find a way to reward you."
"There is a way," came the curt reply. "I need you to use the elf's mind and tell me a secret hidden there."
The blonde nodded curtly, but then shook his head violently as if trying to rid his mind of something surprise spreading across his face. He buried his head in his hands, only to discover that the missing locks of hair had grown back, there were no cuts and bruises n him and a steady headache that had been with him since he became a captive to the man, was gone. The only thing was the charred skin on his chest. Confusion ripped through the archer's mind, ridding it of all sensible thought.
"What's going on?" He asked himself, hoping that at east one of the two entities inside him would answer, and fast.
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Aragorn shook the heavy spider from his back and raced towards the small hole in the forest canopy again. Leaves fell all around him as the spiders broke through the underbrush he was darting through. His cloak threatened to catch on the thorns that protruded from a nasty set of bushes to his right. The ranger staggered to his left, barely dodging the bush. The man spotted a low branch. He reached up, took hold of the branch and pulled himself into the tree. The spiders were slightly surprised by this action. The king began to climb the tree, almost as swiftly as an elf, hugging the thick trunk close to him. He found various nooks and crannies that he used to aid in his escape. The spiders, although, followed just as quickly. Escape was near. A spider prepared to launch itself at the escaping human. The ranger saw this and, as a final attempt, jumped towards the opening, pushing off the top-most branch, using every skill his brothers and Legolas had aught him about jumping, and prayed to the Valar he would make it.
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Skittles to all my reviewers! *hands skittles to everyone*
Responses:
Colacookiecarter: thank you so much!
Elfmage: lol! I know! XD the other day I had to attempt to explain.. -.-
Luvvicks: don't kill me! Ahhhh.
ElvenRanger13: I try!
Me: I like your name! Lol
Legolas' Cousin: *evil smirk* and there's more to come. mwahahahahaha!
Ryoko Lasgalen: I know it was short! *whimpers*
Spades: XDD a manucurist? Dear lord..
Leapinglizards83: awww. *blushes* thank you! It's always nice to hear encouragement
Crystal Cold Tears: Thank you very much!
Star-Stallion: when are YOU going to update?
Ainu Laire: thank you for the hugs! *hugs back* but I'm glad you DIDN'T go easy on me. otherwise I could've gotten more and actually shut down the story. and from what I've heard no one wants that. Merry Christmas to you too!
Deana: thank you, girl! I'm new to the whole 'girl' thing, I'm a loner. except with Miriah, because she's as weird as me, so you'll have to give me lessons. LOL
HEY! I plan to give you a Christmas present early for the next couple of days, so keep your eyes open! *wink*
Dha
Hey all! I know! This is an early update from me! Phwee! I bet you are all sooo surprised! Not! Ah ha! I am so evil! ) This chappie will definitely have more Legolas and less Aragorn. Sorry Estel fans! There's an important piece of the story that goes in here which might not seem to important at first, but will definitely, eventually, become a great part of the plot. I really wanted to update on Friday! I had the manuscript written! I did! But the homework load has just been . O.o dear lord. but this is what you get for lots o' reviews! I got 14! 13! *gapes* yeeks! I'm so excited! 39 total! *faints* So! Without further ado: Chapter 7!
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Chapter 7: Demons On All Fronts
The darkness that swirled around Legolas was a soothing one, that he easily accepted. There was no pain here, and that was bliss. He drifted amongst the darkness, enjoying the rest and soothing feeling that coursed through his body. The elf wished to stay much longer in this state of peace and tranquility. But, a thought fluttered into his vacant mind, like a feather caught in a midsummer's breeze.
Gimli.
The prince immediately began to fear for his companion and almost wanted to leave his precious sleep. almost. The blonde felt as if nothing could hurt him here, no anguish or pain would come hurtling his way, that nothing could go wrong but, something did. He began to hear voices all around him. A gruff one which he easily distinguished as Gimli's.
"No!" It screamed, piercing the silence that surrounded the lithe form.
The sound of footsteps rapidly scraped the floor. A struggle. Heavy ones, followed by lighter ones, but not as light of those of an elf, danced in a sort of pattern. Then came a steady hissing noise. It was swiftly block out by a small grunt and a thump on the floor. The archer; however, was confused. What was the hissing noise?
*~*~*~*~*~*
Gimli was on his knees, clutching at his stomach. A hard kick had been received there. The dwarf again tried to struggle against the orcs that held him from Legolas and the brand, which was hissing loudly. Another knee in the stomach was the result of that but, nevertheless, the stout being was holding his own against them. The orcs tried to restrain him, wrestling his bound wrists behind his back again. Palandor shifted his gaze for but a moment, to peer at the rambunctious dwarf. The rugged Halfling noticed this. The rogue was being distracted, and that was all that mattered.
The man turned to the dwarf again, shaking slightly with rage but, he gripped the handle of the brand a little tighter and his confidence was returned. The hot metal was still pointed at the elven prince, who was barely being supported by another pair of muscular orcs.
"You cannot save him," The brunette said plainly. " *He* will win over the host and Gondor will fall."
" *He*?" Gimli asked, not meaning to say it aloud.
Palandor merely smirked evilly before turning back to the blonde, who had been set on his knees, his broken leg not quite cooperating, the knee swollen.
"Remove his tunic," He snapped at the two orcs gripping the prince from under the arms.
They nodded swiftly and ripped the mirkwood fabric from his back. The man sprinkled dark black powder, which looked like finely crushed charcoal, over the hot tip of the brand. I emitted thick black smoke and the dark metal shifted into a face. A terrible face of a demon with long horns that reached over its face. A hooked nose protruded from the middle of the brand and its eyes were as ugly and horrible as the brand itself. The face growled deeply and gruffly before the villain holding it jabbed the hot metal into the skin over the elf's heart, and the smell of burnt flesh became potent in the air.
*~*~*~*~*~*
A hot hissing noise entered the prince's dark world. Immediately after, a sharp pain wrapped itself around his whole being It felt as though something was entering his very soul. He opened his eyes in surprise and the real world spun wildly around him, as if he were on a giant wheel. The blonde felt the release of his arms by the orcs and he slumped forward onto the floor. He felt gazing eyes fixed on him. The archer felt as if he were on fire, twisting and sprawling out across the floor in an attempt to escape the pain. Then, suddenly, it stopped.
Legolas blinked and sat up. Tears that had been on the verge of escaping were quickly blinked back in a fury. A steady throb of pain hit him, in his chest. He moved his hand to it and found burnt flesh, mushy and bleeding. He prodded it a few times, before withdrawing his hand. The elf smiled a little, at least this pain was bearable. With a sharp tug; however, he was dragged up to his feet.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Gimli sighed with relief. He had been so worried and frightened when his companion had been writhing agonizingly on the floor. The dwarf had seen the elf's body twist in such ways that should not even be physically possible. The short being looked at the blonde, startled at the surprise that showed clearly upon his face.
"Legolas?" He murmured, only loud enough for the elf to hear.
Hearing his name, the prince turned to the bearded Halfling.
"It. Is. Alright." He muttered in between gasps, greedily sucking in the air that had been limited when on the floor. But, something greatly surprised him. The elf stretched out his right leg, moving it freely. It wasn't broken. He raised his hand to his temple, no bump or remnants of a wound and instantly the captive turned on his captor.
"What happened to me?!" The blonde demanded impatiently.
"*I*," Palandor said, grinning, "didn't do anything. *He* healed you. He doesn't like having a wounded or weak host."
Legolas felt something squirm around in him and said in a voice that was not his own, "Thank you, Palandor. I'm sure I can find a way to reward you."
"There is a way," came the curt reply. "I need you to use the elf's mind and tell me a secret hidden there."
The blonde nodded curtly, but then shook his head violently as if trying to rid his mind of something surprise spreading across his face. He buried his head in his hands, only to discover that the missing locks of hair had grown back, there were no cuts and bruises n him and a steady headache that had been with him since he became a captive to the man, was gone. The only thing was the charred skin on his chest. Confusion ripped through the archer's mind, ridding it of all sensible thought.
"What's going on?" He asked himself, hoping that at east one of the two entities inside him would answer, and fast.
*~*~*~*~*
Aragorn shook the heavy spider from his back and raced towards the small hole in the forest canopy again. Leaves fell all around him as the spiders broke through the underbrush he was darting through. His cloak threatened to catch on the thorns that protruded from a nasty set of bushes to his right. The ranger staggered to his left, barely dodging the bush. The man spotted a low branch. He reached up, took hold of the branch and pulled himself into the tree. The spiders were slightly surprised by this action. The king began to climb the tree, almost as swiftly as an elf, hugging the thick trunk close to him. He found various nooks and crannies that he used to aid in his escape. The spiders, although, followed just as quickly. Escape was near. A spider prepared to launch itself at the escaping human. The ranger saw this and, as a final attempt, jumped towards the opening, pushing off the top-most branch, using every skill his brothers and Legolas had aught him about jumping, and prayed to the Valar he would make it.
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Skittles to all my reviewers! *hands skittles to everyone*
Responses:
Colacookiecarter: thank you so much!
Elfmage: lol! I know! XD the other day I had to attempt to explain.. -.-
Luvvicks: don't kill me! Ahhhh.
ElvenRanger13: I try!
Me: I like your name! Lol
Legolas' Cousin: *evil smirk* and there's more to come. mwahahahahaha!
Ryoko Lasgalen: I know it was short! *whimpers*
Spades: XDD a manucurist? Dear lord..
Leapinglizards83: awww. *blushes* thank you! It's always nice to hear encouragement
Crystal Cold Tears: Thank you very much!
Star-Stallion: when are YOU going to update?
Ainu Laire: thank you for the hugs! *hugs back* but I'm glad you DIDN'T go easy on me. otherwise I could've gotten more and actually shut down the story. and from what I've heard no one wants that. Merry Christmas to you too!
Deana: thank you, girl! I'm new to the whole 'girl' thing, I'm a loner. except with Miriah, because she's as weird as me, so you'll have to give me lessons. LOL
HEY! I plan to give you a Christmas present early for the next couple of days, so keep your eyes open! *wink*
Dha