Author's Note:
Hey! Thank you for being patient with me, especially the authors who I have not reviewed in . . . well, a long time. As you saw in the author's note that I posted, I have been working to get this chapter 12 up. Woot! And here it is! I'm . . . not so proud of myself. I looked at the date that I last updated and well, I'll leave it at that. =D
Special thanks to Deana, who still reviewed the Author's Note and left me a notice saying how to make this chapter 12, after I update. Thanks! I never can trust El with a message, but he got it to me nevertheless.
Elladan: What do you mean by that?!
Well, You did not tell me about how Aragorn somehow got locked out of the reviewing office, and how the ice patch melted.
Elladan: *points to Legolas* All his fault.
Legolas: Since when has it been my fault?
Elladan: Since you became a member of the reviewing office.
Legolas: Ah. . . I see. Nothing seems to be sane here.
Is it ever?
Legolas: No. u.u
*shoos the elves out* Well, anyway. I want to also thank my dad's laptop, which did not crash while I typed this. It's really old, Windows '94 or something like that is the OS system. O.o; I could also play music while I was typing for inspiration. So that little computer was double-timing. It worked better than my mom's Windows XP system. How ironic. Well, I wouldn't be able to type on that computer anyway. The 'File' is the button of DOOM! If you press it, the computer shuts down. And I do not know why. So, I had issues saving the chapter. I retyped it u.u What a bummer!
Also, I need a beta reader like Leggy needs shampoo! Anyone who wants to, just let me know! Please! At last, we come to the end of the author's note and yet again I will announce that the answers to all the lovely reviews that I got are at . . . This is a real shocker! At the bottom! Wow! Astounding! I am warning you now. This is a short chapter. Okay? I am also using a different format to my writing, to see if it's easier to read. And I now present . . . Chapter 12: Falling.
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Chapter 12:
Falling
Gimli let out a sigh. He did not know the answer to the elf's question. The dwarf wanted so badly to answer it, and be done with the entire situation, but knew he couldn't. He stroked his shaggy beard and turned to face the prince, who was fiddling with the nearest pitcher, which was filled with the blue liquid that was echoed in the eyes of the blonde. He noticed that the prince sat straighter when he saw the stout being watching him.
Legolas traced the runes that had been etched into the side of the pale white pitcher. He guided his extremely thin finger along the outline of the small design, letting the feeling of the cool surface sink into him. It brought him a sort of calm and he felt his shoulders relax tremendously as his energy was drained from him. He laid his sunken cheek on his companion's shoulder and his eyes slid out of focus.
"Legolas?" Gimli asked.
He was a bit troubled by the fact that the elf's breathing had slowed, but knew that it had to have just been that the blonde was merely sleeping. The dwarf eyed the prince. The archer had died earlier, and was now able to give a skeleton a run for its money. But, it was not that that made a shiver run up his spine, it was the haunted look of pure sorrow and pain that filled the blue orbs, like a discordant hymn it was not right. The prince's eyes were normally bursting with happiness and usually accompanied by singing, but neither remained. Only a dreaded hollow and empty look.
He shifted his gaze to the bloody boots that sat a few feet from the pair. One was almost entirely crumpled, but the other was lying on its side, closer to the opening in the stone floor. The dwarf continued to peer around at their surroundings. Legolas's tunic was nowhere to be seen. This puzzled the younger of the two companions. Had it come off when they fell? Did Legolas take it off?
Gimli shrugged it off. He shifted his weight to his hands that were placed behind him to help accommodate the sleeping prince better. The elf's head slid from the dwarf's shoulder and into his lap. The movement; however, did not wake the exhausted blonde. He continued to sleep, his gaze still crazily askew. The stout being couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor being. The archer had been through so much in the past hour or so. He had been killed, branded with a demon, risen from the dead, been attacked by trees, and gotten all his strength and nearly all his body consumed by the devil that rested inside him. The dwarf sensed that the only reason that the blonde was still alive was because the demon needed a host until he gathered enough strength to purge any presence of the prince from himself.
A small murmur from the sleeping being roused the stout being from his thoughts. The archer's forehead creased as he frowned in his dreams, his eyes still wide open. He suddenly jerked backwards and hit the solid floor behind him with a loud thud. He sprawled out across the floor, convulsing madly. The dwarf jumped up from his place on the stones to help the agonized elf, but the blonde stood up and grasped his head with a vice grip and began to shake it furiously.
"Legolas?!" Gimli cried out as he took a few steps towards the shaking archer.
Leoglas sank to the ground, still gripping his head like a warg's jaws on its prey. His eyes were still vacant and soulless appearing. A stream of tears suddenly flooded down his face as he shook violently once more. His back arched like lightning and soon his face was smashed into the stone floor, his arms in a wretched position at his side, trying to claw away at something that seemed to be torturing him.
The stout being raced to the prince's side and tried to move the fair being into a position that wouldn't cause him to hurt his back so, but in vain. The archer caught the dwarf with a sharp uppercut. Gimli spun away from the blow and the elf. He rubbed his sore jaw, his beard should have at least padded a bit of the strong punch, but it seemingly had not. The younger of the two companions feared for his friend's life. At this rate, Legolas would kill himself.
A gust of wind rippled over the area of plains that the pair was crossing. Aragorn felt the gust hit the wizard and him with force and knew that another was not far behind it. He pulled the dark, ranger's hood that he had worn in the Prancing Pony so many months ago when he had first learned of Frodo Baggins. As expected, a second burst of wind rushed at them with the speed and force of a raging bull. It hit him squarely on the shoulders and he soon felt himself hit hard ground with a loud thud.
The ranger did not want to move. His entire left side felt like one big bruise, throbbing with an intense pain. The king noticed his somewhat fetal position he was in. His legs were curled up next to him, and his face was caked in mud. He opened his eyes to see yellowing grass and a hazy sky that showed little promise of sunshine. But, how did he get there. That was what puzzled him.
"Aragorn!" came a cry from not too far away.
The sound of hooves soon followed the cry. The dark-haired man lifted his head a bit to see Shadowfax and Mithrandir riding towards him. He then realized what had happened. He had merely fallen off of the horse.
"Merely?" He asked himself.
He did a scan of what his injuries might be. His foot was still hurting from before, but nearly as bad as his left arm, which was tucked underneath himself. He knew that it must have been at least sprained. The ranger felt like he had fallen off a cliff, twice.
"Aragorn?" the wizard said, not too far above him.
Suddenly, the king's vision was filled with the worried face of the older man. White, whispy hair fell into his face and the king realized that the older man must be bent over him.
"Aragorn," the Istari asked again, "Are you alright, by dear boy?"
"I am fine," came an involuntary reply that the ranger recognized to be his own.
"You are *not* fine," Gandalf rebutted with a touch of scorn in his voice.
"I am. . ."
He was cut off by a sharp pain in his back. The king realized that the wizard had been probing at the younger man's back, feeling for broken bones. The ranger knew that his back was sore, but not that tender. He let out a small moan as a sharp probe to his back served to pain him more than aiding.
"No broken bones, young Elessar," The older man said with a wink. "But next time, hold on better."
"I . . ."
Gandalf had given no room to argue, as usual. The wizard was easily wiser and older than the king and always would be. The Istari's knowledge branched back so far, that one did not even know the date of his birth, if any. One thing was for sure was that the old man was immortal, and that was enough to downsize the dark-haired man's dignity.
"Come now. Get to your feet," the wizard said, grabbing Aragorn's wrist and pulling the younger man to his feet. "Cannot lay around all day."
"But my back," began the ranger.
"Where does it hurt?" asked Mithrandir with concern. "If it is still hurting, tell me where."
Estel; however, felt no pain. He clasped his left arm and there was nothing . The king pressed hard in his left side, and yet nothing. There was no pain at all whatsoever. He was truly astonished.
"Wait a minute. . ." the dark-haired man said with a scowl on his face. "How did you. . ."
"Like I said before, Aragorn," the white wizard said in an stern tone. "Simply hold on better next time."
Another wink came from the wizard before he held out his hand, not to the ranger, but to Shadowfax, who willingly walked towards him, the albino's head dipping and rising with each step.
"Shall we continue then?" asked Gandalf.
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Well, I am glad that that is over. It was short, but it's over. Now, time to get to the really hard part. *Dun dun dun!* Answering reviews. O.o;;
Here we go!
Kelsey: Woah! Slow down! I'm being flooded with questions! @.@ Well, let's see which ones I can answer without giving too much plot away. . . It's nice to know that you hate Palandor. I think everyone does, but Poppy got him. So that should at least be a bit of comfort to you ^^;; Hmm. . . can't answer any of your questions, at the current moment. I do apologize for that u.u Thank you for the compliments!
Deana: Wow, El's message actually got to me! Thank you very much for the advice, I wouldn't want the author alert to not get out. :D I've never heard Legolas giggle before. . . so that's scarred me.
registration@networksolutions.com: I do apologize for your not liking of my story. My deepest regrets. Please let me know if there is anything specific that I need to improve on.
Rachel113: O.o Burn my flesh? Ahh! *shrieks madly* Don't hurt me! Wolves don't like me much either, and neither do birds!
Selphie Kinneas: Ha! Yes, I was wondering who would pick that up! *winks* Thank you for the compliments! n.n
elfmage: Yeeeah! xD Ride on Gandalf! Thank you for the compliments. It's always nice to receive a wild review every now and then too. =D Yes, ALMOST a cliffie. I tried! I really did!
orlandofan13: Yes, I know I'm evil. I think most reviewers have already established that. D Thank you for the compliments as well!
Legolas' Cousin: Yes, skittles make everyone hyper. Phwee! *skips around* Hee, hee, HEE! *spins around* I don't know what I'm doing to your cousin, do you? I don't think anyone knows at this time. u.u he fifth time? Jesus Christ!
Spades: Yes I do need a beta reader... u.u I put up the offer, so hopefully someone will beta read. But, I can only hope! :D This is yet another short chapter. ;.; It's so pathetic! Once again I am mistaken by misinterpretation. It was merely a detour. . .
Aragorn: Merely...
I am once again apologizing for the lack of reviewing. As I said before, my inbox was fuller than full. I am very sorry! Woot! A male! That would mean another Legolas running around. O.o;; Wouldn't that be terrifying.
Elrond: Another Legolas?!
Well, send it to me when you can! ^.^ If you sent it to me within the past month or so. . . I'm afraid I might have deleted it. Ah!
Misu Maru: Thank you! At work? O.o Wow. . .
Star-Stallion: I think everyone *almost* feels sorry for him. And yes, he was thin to begin with. Now he could make a stick jealous.
Stick: Grar! *attacks Legolas*
u.u Now we have to feel even more sorry for him! :O
Githoniel: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Hmm. . . I think that matches your OMG's. And if you hadn't heard yet, thank you! I love getting compliments.
Lillybethl: Hey! Thank you very much! I can't tell you if dear Aragorn will get there. . . Why? Because I don't know myself.
Jazi: Calm yourself! . . . Or at least try.
Demon: *gets hit by an object* Hey! Oof! You can't hit me without hitting the elf!
Legolas: x.x
Demon: There! You've gone and killed my host! *attacks you*
Thank you! Yes, you might want to drag Leggy-dear back. He has to get possessed.
Demon: I've changed my mind. I'm possessing Jazi.
No! Not her! She'll go berserk!
Demon: So?
u.u;;
Gwyn: Thank you for the suggestion with the beta reader! It's much appreciated! :D Yes, that freight train thing was a bit odd. . . Just a bit. *winks*
And that would be all for now! I have to go review. . . so goodbye! =D
Dha
Hey! Thank you for being patient with me, especially the authors who I have not reviewed in . . . well, a long time. As you saw in the author's note that I posted, I have been working to get this chapter 12 up. Woot! And here it is! I'm . . . not so proud of myself. I looked at the date that I last updated and well, I'll leave it at that. =D
Special thanks to Deana, who still reviewed the Author's Note and left me a notice saying how to make this chapter 12, after I update. Thanks! I never can trust El with a message, but he got it to me nevertheless.
Elladan: What do you mean by that?!
Well, You did not tell me about how Aragorn somehow got locked out of the reviewing office, and how the ice patch melted.
Elladan: *points to Legolas* All his fault.
Legolas: Since when has it been my fault?
Elladan: Since you became a member of the reviewing office.
Legolas: Ah. . . I see. Nothing seems to be sane here.
Is it ever?
Legolas: No. u.u
*shoos the elves out* Well, anyway. I want to also thank my dad's laptop, which did not crash while I typed this. It's really old, Windows '94 or something like that is the OS system. O.o; I could also play music while I was typing for inspiration. So that little computer was double-timing. It worked better than my mom's Windows XP system. How ironic. Well, I wouldn't be able to type on that computer anyway. The 'File' is the button of DOOM! If you press it, the computer shuts down. And I do not know why. So, I had issues saving the chapter. I retyped it u.u What a bummer!
Also, I need a beta reader like Leggy needs shampoo! Anyone who wants to, just let me know! Please! At last, we come to the end of the author's note and yet again I will announce that the answers to all the lovely reviews that I got are at . . . This is a real shocker! At the bottom! Wow! Astounding! I am warning you now. This is a short chapter. Okay? I am also using a different format to my writing, to see if it's easier to read. And I now present . . . Chapter 12: Falling.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Chapter 12:
Falling
Gimli let out a sigh. He did not know the answer to the elf's question. The dwarf wanted so badly to answer it, and be done with the entire situation, but knew he couldn't. He stroked his shaggy beard and turned to face the prince, who was fiddling with the nearest pitcher, which was filled with the blue liquid that was echoed in the eyes of the blonde. He noticed that the prince sat straighter when he saw the stout being watching him.
Legolas traced the runes that had been etched into the side of the pale white pitcher. He guided his extremely thin finger along the outline of the small design, letting the feeling of the cool surface sink into him. It brought him a sort of calm and he felt his shoulders relax tremendously as his energy was drained from him. He laid his sunken cheek on his companion's shoulder and his eyes slid out of focus.
"Legolas?" Gimli asked.
He was a bit troubled by the fact that the elf's breathing had slowed, but knew that it had to have just been that the blonde was merely sleeping. The dwarf eyed the prince. The archer had died earlier, and was now able to give a skeleton a run for its money. But, it was not that that made a shiver run up his spine, it was the haunted look of pure sorrow and pain that filled the blue orbs, like a discordant hymn it was not right. The prince's eyes were normally bursting with happiness and usually accompanied by singing, but neither remained. Only a dreaded hollow and empty look.
He shifted his gaze to the bloody boots that sat a few feet from the pair. One was almost entirely crumpled, but the other was lying on its side, closer to the opening in the stone floor. The dwarf continued to peer around at their surroundings. Legolas's tunic was nowhere to be seen. This puzzled the younger of the two companions. Had it come off when they fell? Did Legolas take it off?
Gimli shrugged it off. He shifted his weight to his hands that were placed behind him to help accommodate the sleeping prince better. The elf's head slid from the dwarf's shoulder and into his lap. The movement; however, did not wake the exhausted blonde. He continued to sleep, his gaze still crazily askew. The stout being couldn't help but feel sorry for the poor being. The archer had been through so much in the past hour or so. He had been killed, branded with a demon, risen from the dead, been attacked by trees, and gotten all his strength and nearly all his body consumed by the devil that rested inside him. The dwarf sensed that the only reason that the blonde was still alive was because the demon needed a host until he gathered enough strength to purge any presence of the prince from himself.
A small murmur from the sleeping being roused the stout being from his thoughts. The archer's forehead creased as he frowned in his dreams, his eyes still wide open. He suddenly jerked backwards and hit the solid floor behind him with a loud thud. He sprawled out across the floor, convulsing madly. The dwarf jumped up from his place on the stones to help the agonized elf, but the blonde stood up and grasped his head with a vice grip and began to shake it furiously.
"Legolas?!" Gimli cried out as he took a few steps towards the shaking archer.
Leoglas sank to the ground, still gripping his head like a warg's jaws on its prey. His eyes were still vacant and soulless appearing. A stream of tears suddenly flooded down his face as he shook violently once more. His back arched like lightning and soon his face was smashed into the stone floor, his arms in a wretched position at his side, trying to claw away at something that seemed to be torturing him.
The stout being raced to the prince's side and tried to move the fair being into a position that wouldn't cause him to hurt his back so, but in vain. The archer caught the dwarf with a sharp uppercut. Gimli spun away from the blow and the elf. He rubbed his sore jaw, his beard should have at least padded a bit of the strong punch, but it seemingly had not. The younger of the two companions feared for his friend's life. At this rate, Legolas would kill himself.
A gust of wind rippled over the area of plains that the pair was crossing. Aragorn felt the gust hit the wizard and him with force and knew that another was not far behind it. He pulled the dark, ranger's hood that he had worn in the Prancing Pony so many months ago when he had first learned of Frodo Baggins. As expected, a second burst of wind rushed at them with the speed and force of a raging bull. It hit him squarely on the shoulders and he soon felt himself hit hard ground with a loud thud.
The ranger did not want to move. His entire left side felt like one big bruise, throbbing with an intense pain. The king noticed his somewhat fetal position he was in. His legs were curled up next to him, and his face was caked in mud. He opened his eyes to see yellowing grass and a hazy sky that showed little promise of sunshine. But, how did he get there. That was what puzzled him.
"Aragorn!" came a cry from not too far away.
The sound of hooves soon followed the cry. The dark-haired man lifted his head a bit to see Shadowfax and Mithrandir riding towards him. He then realized what had happened. He had merely fallen off of the horse.
"Merely?" He asked himself.
He did a scan of what his injuries might be. His foot was still hurting from before, but nearly as bad as his left arm, which was tucked underneath himself. He knew that it must have been at least sprained. The ranger felt like he had fallen off a cliff, twice.
"Aragorn?" the wizard said, not too far above him.
Suddenly, the king's vision was filled with the worried face of the older man. White, whispy hair fell into his face and the king realized that the older man must be bent over him.
"Aragorn," the Istari asked again, "Are you alright, by dear boy?"
"I am fine," came an involuntary reply that the ranger recognized to be his own.
"You are *not* fine," Gandalf rebutted with a touch of scorn in his voice.
"I am. . ."
He was cut off by a sharp pain in his back. The king realized that the wizard had been probing at the younger man's back, feeling for broken bones. The ranger knew that his back was sore, but not that tender. He let out a small moan as a sharp probe to his back served to pain him more than aiding.
"No broken bones, young Elessar," The older man said with a wink. "But next time, hold on better."
"I . . ."
Gandalf had given no room to argue, as usual. The wizard was easily wiser and older than the king and always would be. The Istari's knowledge branched back so far, that one did not even know the date of his birth, if any. One thing was for sure was that the old man was immortal, and that was enough to downsize the dark-haired man's dignity.
"Come now. Get to your feet," the wizard said, grabbing Aragorn's wrist and pulling the younger man to his feet. "Cannot lay around all day."
"But my back," began the ranger.
"Where does it hurt?" asked Mithrandir with concern. "If it is still hurting, tell me where."
Estel; however, felt no pain. He clasped his left arm and there was nothing . The king pressed hard in his left side, and yet nothing. There was no pain at all whatsoever. He was truly astonished.
"Wait a minute. . ." the dark-haired man said with a scowl on his face. "How did you. . ."
"Like I said before, Aragorn," the white wizard said in an stern tone. "Simply hold on better next time."
Another wink came from the wizard before he held out his hand, not to the ranger, but to Shadowfax, who willingly walked towards him, the albino's head dipping and rising with each step.
"Shall we continue then?" asked Gandalf.
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Well, I am glad that that is over. It was short, but it's over. Now, time to get to the really hard part. *Dun dun dun!* Answering reviews. O.o;;
Here we go!
Kelsey: Woah! Slow down! I'm being flooded with questions! @.@ Well, let's see which ones I can answer without giving too much plot away. . . It's nice to know that you hate Palandor. I think everyone does, but Poppy got him. So that should at least be a bit of comfort to you ^^;; Hmm. . . can't answer any of your questions, at the current moment. I do apologize for that u.u Thank you for the compliments!
Deana: Wow, El's message actually got to me! Thank you very much for the advice, I wouldn't want the author alert to not get out. :D I've never heard Legolas giggle before. . . so that's scarred me.
registration@networksolutions.com: I do apologize for your not liking of my story. My deepest regrets. Please let me know if there is anything specific that I need to improve on.
Rachel113: O.o Burn my flesh? Ahh! *shrieks madly* Don't hurt me! Wolves don't like me much either, and neither do birds!
Selphie Kinneas: Ha! Yes, I was wondering who would pick that up! *winks* Thank you for the compliments! n.n
elfmage: Yeeeah! xD Ride on Gandalf! Thank you for the compliments. It's always nice to receive a wild review every now and then too. =D Yes, ALMOST a cliffie. I tried! I really did!
orlandofan13: Yes, I know I'm evil. I think most reviewers have already established that. D Thank you for the compliments as well!
Legolas' Cousin: Yes, skittles make everyone hyper. Phwee! *skips around* Hee, hee, HEE! *spins around* I don't know what I'm doing to your cousin, do you? I don't think anyone knows at this time. u.u he fifth time? Jesus Christ!
Spades: Yes I do need a beta reader... u.u I put up the offer, so hopefully someone will beta read. But, I can only hope! :D This is yet another short chapter. ;.; It's so pathetic! Once again I am mistaken by misinterpretation. It was merely a detour. . .
Aragorn: Merely...
I am once again apologizing for the lack of reviewing. As I said before, my inbox was fuller than full. I am very sorry! Woot! A male! That would mean another Legolas running around. O.o;; Wouldn't that be terrifying.
Elrond: Another Legolas?!
Well, send it to me when you can! ^.^ If you sent it to me within the past month or so. . . I'm afraid I might have deleted it. Ah!
Misu Maru: Thank you! At work? O.o Wow. . .
Star-Stallion: I think everyone *almost* feels sorry for him. And yes, he was thin to begin with. Now he could make a stick jealous.
Stick: Grar! *attacks Legolas*
u.u Now we have to feel even more sorry for him! :O
Githoniel: Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Hmm. . . I think that matches your OMG's. And if you hadn't heard yet, thank you! I love getting compliments.
Lillybethl: Hey! Thank you very much! I can't tell you if dear Aragorn will get there. . . Why? Because I don't know myself.
Jazi: Calm yourself! . . . Or at least try.
Demon: *gets hit by an object* Hey! Oof! You can't hit me without hitting the elf!
Legolas: x.x
Demon: There! You've gone and killed my host! *attacks you*
Thank you! Yes, you might want to drag Leggy-dear back. He has to get possessed.
Demon: I've changed my mind. I'm possessing Jazi.
No! Not her! She'll go berserk!
Demon: So?
u.u;;
Gwyn: Thank you for the suggestion with the beta reader! It's much appreciated! :D Yes, that freight train thing was a bit odd. . . Just a bit. *winks*
And that would be all for now! I have to go review. . . so goodbye! =D
Dha