Author's Note:
I have had writer's block for... a while, ask Spades... I complained to her (my sympathies). I have ideas for the next three stories buzzing around in my head, but I can't really work on them until this is finished or I'll get the plots all screwed up. I have had the summaries read by a good friend, Hyp, who happens to be turning 14 on Friday. Happy Birthday! And I thought *I* was young... :DDDD
*taps frantically on the keyboard, trying to get an update in* This time, it is the Lord who has saved me. I have taken a bit of a liking to christian music. I had a very moving moment while listening to it, but no details shall be placed here.
Now, back to my plans for future stories. The summaries for them *should* be posted in my bio. I am going to go ahead and apologize for not ever getting the pictures up. The site that was supposed to let me upload them was being a... [insert bad word here]. It either took too long and for some reason, the compy had problems with the connection or the compy shut down or the compy just didn't like me in general.
I received a question on why the demon was sapping away all of our favorite prince's strength if he needed a strong host. He needed a strong host so he could take the strength from the source. Once he gains enough power, he will be able to leave the body of the host and otherwise leave the poor elf to die... but we are not quite that far yet u.u;;
The request for a betanator is STILL out! Please! Please! Please! They are wanted and needed! Please!
The replies to the lovely reviews shall be at the bottom once again, no surprise there. *gazes at author's note* That is the shortest... EVER. *gasps* Record! Record! =D Without any more ado... Chapter 14: The Fight
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Chapter 14: The Fight
Gimli could not help but jerk forward in his captor's grip. He raged against the firm hands that held him. He simply had to get to Legolas. The dwarf lunged forward once more, only to be pulled back with such a force that the smaller being was sent sprawling at the feet of his captor.
"I would not do that if I were you, Master Dwarf," came the snide voice of Palandor.
The rogue grinned evilly at the stout being, and Aragorn too attempted to squirm from his captor's grip. The ranger was also easily set in his place by the use of sheer force. The king was sent headfirst into the hard stones. Pain flared up in the man's temples, and began to throb painfully and unmercifully. A wince quickly spread across the man's features before it was quickly hidden. The villan; however, had not missed it.
"Unless you want me to cause your friend here more pain," the only man standing said in a superior voice. "I would advise you to behave."
The dwarf began to yell a series of dwarven curses, many of which Estek himself did not know. The king let his head drop to his chest, which allowed the pain to ebb slightly. His mind; however, was screaming at him to do something.
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Legolas felt as if he were in something warm and inviting, rather than frightening and cold. The last thing he could remember... but what could he remember? Immediately, his mind snapped into its protective mode, checking to see if he had a concussion. But, how could he have a concussion if he was in fluid? The elf dared not to open his eyes, in case the warm feeling would leave him.
The archer's body was entirely numb. He did not mind that though. The peaceful feeling was comforting to him, as if he had not felt it in many days. What had he been doing the last few days? Why could he not remember? The questions struck the fair being all at once and he found himself at a disadvantage. He had no knowledge that could possibly answer the rampaging thoughts that closely resembled a pack of herding Mumaks. Another question raced into his mind. What were mumaks?
A more imporant question, the elven prince thought, would be: Who am I?
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Palandor was grinning on all sides, inside and out. He could not believe that he almost had the information that he had been waiting for for all of his bloody life. The rogue paced a few steps before walking over to a large, oddly shaped stone that sat contentedly in the dirt-covered floor. The man lifted the stone, to reveal a small set of stairs that glimmered with a light similar to that that reflected off the ceiling.
The villan slowly stepped down the few steps there were and looked out into the lavender coloured fluid that laid before him, holding his prize: Prince Legolas.
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Gimli, in response to the actions of the leader, immediately pounded on the foot of the orc that held him. The beast recoiled for only a second, but that was all that the dwarf needed. The stout being overtook the foul minion that held his companion with a flying tackle, easily knocking the brute unconcious.
Aragorn knew what he had to do. The instant he was free, the king drew the elven dagger that his brothers had given to him so many years ago from its leather sheath and with a graceful arc, the other orc soon had mithril pierce through its skull and kill it instantly. He then wasted no time in darting after Palandor. The ranger's peripheral vision hinted that his companion had risen to his feet again and was following suit with what he, himself, was doing.
The dwarf reached the stairway first, having been the closest to it and clambered down the stone steps, to see a very surprised Palandor with the elf being dragged from the pool. The rogue immediately released his grip and the fair being slid back into the fluid, almost lazily. The villan drew a sword from his side and raised it to the stout being's throat.
"I would not do that if I were you," came the king's voice form behind the rogue.
The leader spun on his heel to see the ranger squatted near the rim of the pool, his bow angled down at the small entrance that had been breached by the dwarf. An arrow was notched and the string pulled taut. Palandor could only smirk again.
"He will not be the same," the rogue said with an evil grin. "And only I know how to revive him."
"Then would you mind telling us, laddie," Gimli said more as a command than a request.
The villan took two staggering steps back towards the pool as Estel continued to watch with hawk eyes. What was he doing? The ranger wondered, questioning the actions of his foe. The man then chanced a glance at the unconcious prince in the basin below, looking perfectly peacful.
"I do not believe I will," the leader said with another evil grin as he took another step back towards the pool.
Gimli expected the man to plunge into the pool, so he reached forward and grasped the villan's tunic, but, whistled loudly. The dwarf heard the sound of several pairs of heavy footsteps and glanced up at Aragorn, who still had his focus on Palandor. Behind the ranger, an orc raised a club to knock the king out.
"Aragorn!" The dwarf screamed in terror.
Estel had never seen it coming. The blow came to his head and he too, to the horror of the stout being, toppled over the lip of the basin
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Hee hee, yet another cliffie. What is it with me? Well, I am glad that at least I updated u.u;; Although it was rather late. I *do* apologize for that. Sometimes, it cannot be helped.
Now... onto replies! :DDD
Gozilla~ Thank you n.n It's always nice to know that people like what I'm writing. :DD
Ben Skywalker~ First of all, I love your name. Obi-Wan is always awesome. Second, that *does* sound like a good idea, but I don't know how attractive Palandor would be as a female walrus. @.@ Third, thank you! It's always love to know that people like my writing! :DDD
Hyp~ xDDDD Yes, this is another late update. O.o;; Gollum raping? Yeeks! That should be illegal or something, to protect the rapers, not Gollum. Ewww...
Kelsey~ You've gotten a bit of an answer in this chapter, but you'll have to wait and see. As I said above in the author's note, if the demon gains enough strength from its victim, then it can leave the body with a physical being of its own, leaving the host to die, but we'll have to see if Mr. Demon gets enough strength or not. I can't answer your question about Aragorn, it would give away important plot points later. Yes, the demon will die. D
Demon: Not fair!
Legolas: Oh brother....
Star-Stallion~ First of all, I am *so* sorry for not getting around to reviewing your stories! ;.; It makes me so sad! Second, it *is* a picture. He does look like such a nerd in it though. Nerdolas should be his new name... Third, I *do* try to update quickly, but my muses are doing all but cooperating with me. *grumbles*
Kept-Secret~ Sorry, can't help Leggy dear now, but you might want to try to get Mr. Aragorn, we can't have two main characters losing their memories now can we? D Thank you for the compliment, and next chapter will probably be mostly Legolas, since we saw little of him in this one.
Lillybeth1~ I try! I do try! My muses are not being nice to me. ;.; I know I'm cruel, hee hee.
Well, that's all so... Goodbye for now! :DDD
Dha
I have had writer's block for... a while, ask Spades... I complained to her (my sympathies). I have ideas for the next three stories buzzing around in my head, but I can't really work on them until this is finished or I'll get the plots all screwed up. I have had the summaries read by a good friend, Hyp, who happens to be turning 14 on Friday. Happy Birthday! And I thought *I* was young... :DDDD
*taps frantically on the keyboard, trying to get an update in* This time, it is the Lord who has saved me. I have taken a bit of a liking to christian music. I had a very moving moment while listening to it, but no details shall be placed here.
Now, back to my plans for future stories. The summaries for them *should* be posted in my bio. I am going to go ahead and apologize for not ever getting the pictures up. The site that was supposed to let me upload them was being a... [insert bad word here]. It either took too long and for some reason, the compy had problems with the connection or the compy shut down or the compy just didn't like me in general.
I received a question on why the demon was sapping away all of our favorite prince's strength if he needed a strong host. He needed a strong host so he could take the strength from the source. Once he gains enough power, he will be able to leave the body of the host and otherwise leave the poor elf to die... but we are not quite that far yet u.u;;
The request for a betanator is STILL out! Please! Please! Please! They are wanted and needed! Please!
The replies to the lovely reviews shall be at the bottom once again, no surprise there. *gazes at author's note* That is the shortest... EVER. *gasps* Record! Record! =D Without any more ado... Chapter 14: The Fight
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Chapter 14: The Fight
Gimli could not help but jerk forward in his captor's grip. He raged against the firm hands that held him. He simply had to get to Legolas. The dwarf lunged forward once more, only to be pulled back with such a force that the smaller being was sent sprawling at the feet of his captor.
"I would not do that if I were you, Master Dwarf," came the snide voice of Palandor.
The rogue grinned evilly at the stout being, and Aragorn too attempted to squirm from his captor's grip. The ranger was also easily set in his place by the use of sheer force. The king was sent headfirst into the hard stones. Pain flared up in the man's temples, and began to throb painfully and unmercifully. A wince quickly spread across the man's features before it was quickly hidden. The villan; however, had not missed it.
"Unless you want me to cause your friend here more pain," the only man standing said in a superior voice. "I would advise you to behave."
The dwarf began to yell a series of dwarven curses, many of which Estek himself did not know. The king let his head drop to his chest, which allowed the pain to ebb slightly. His mind; however, was screaming at him to do something.
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Legolas felt as if he were in something warm and inviting, rather than frightening and cold. The last thing he could remember... but what could he remember? Immediately, his mind snapped into its protective mode, checking to see if he had a concussion. But, how could he have a concussion if he was in fluid? The elf dared not to open his eyes, in case the warm feeling would leave him.
The archer's body was entirely numb. He did not mind that though. The peaceful feeling was comforting to him, as if he had not felt it in many days. What had he been doing the last few days? Why could he not remember? The questions struck the fair being all at once and he found himself at a disadvantage. He had no knowledge that could possibly answer the rampaging thoughts that closely resembled a pack of herding Mumaks. Another question raced into his mind. What were mumaks?
A more imporant question, the elven prince thought, would be: Who am I?
*^*^*^*^*
Palandor was grinning on all sides, inside and out. He could not believe that he almost had the information that he had been waiting for for all of his bloody life. The rogue paced a few steps before walking over to a large, oddly shaped stone that sat contentedly in the dirt-covered floor. The man lifted the stone, to reveal a small set of stairs that glimmered with a light similar to that that reflected off the ceiling.
The villan slowly stepped down the few steps there were and looked out into the lavender coloured fluid that laid before him, holding his prize: Prince Legolas.
*^*^*^*^*
Gimli, in response to the actions of the leader, immediately pounded on the foot of the orc that held him. The beast recoiled for only a second, but that was all that the dwarf needed. The stout being overtook the foul minion that held his companion with a flying tackle, easily knocking the brute unconcious.
Aragorn knew what he had to do. The instant he was free, the king drew the elven dagger that his brothers had given to him so many years ago from its leather sheath and with a graceful arc, the other orc soon had mithril pierce through its skull and kill it instantly. He then wasted no time in darting after Palandor. The ranger's peripheral vision hinted that his companion had risen to his feet again and was following suit with what he, himself, was doing.
The dwarf reached the stairway first, having been the closest to it and clambered down the stone steps, to see a very surprised Palandor with the elf being dragged from the pool. The rogue immediately released his grip and the fair being slid back into the fluid, almost lazily. The villan drew a sword from his side and raised it to the stout being's throat.
"I would not do that if I were you," came the king's voice form behind the rogue.
The leader spun on his heel to see the ranger squatted near the rim of the pool, his bow angled down at the small entrance that had been breached by the dwarf. An arrow was notched and the string pulled taut. Palandor could only smirk again.
"He will not be the same," the rogue said with an evil grin. "And only I know how to revive him."
"Then would you mind telling us, laddie," Gimli said more as a command than a request.
The villan took two staggering steps back towards the pool as Estel continued to watch with hawk eyes. What was he doing? The ranger wondered, questioning the actions of his foe. The man then chanced a glance at the unconcious prince in the basin below, looking perfectly peacful.
"I do not believe I will," the leader said with another evil grin as he took another step back towards the pool.
Gimli expected the man to plunge into the pool, so he reached forward and grasped the villan's tunic, but, whistled loudly. The dwarf heard the sound of several pairs of heavy footsteps and glanced up at Aragorn, who still had his focus on Palandor. Behind the ranger, an orc raised a club to knock the king out.
"Aragorn!" The dwarf screamed in terror.
Estel had never seen it coming. The blow came to his head and he too, to the horror of the stout being, toppled over the lip of the basin
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Hee hee, yet another cliffie. What is it with me? Well, I am glad that at least I updated u.u;; Although it was rather late. I *do* apologize for that. Sometimes, it cannot be helped.
Now... onto replies! :DDD
Gozilla~ Thank you n.n It's always nice to know that people like what I'm writing. :DD
Ben Skywalker~ First of all, I love your name. Obi-Wan is always awesome. Second, that *does* sound like a good idea, but I don't know how attractive Palandor would be as a female walrus. @.@ Third, thank you! It's always love to know that people like my writing! :DDD
Hyp~ xDDDD Yes, this is another late update. O.o;; Gollum raping? Yeeks! That should be illegal or something, to protect the rapers, not Gollum. Ewww...
Kelsey~ You've gotten a bit of an answer in this chapter, but you'll have to wait and see. As I said above in the author's note, if the demon gains enough strength from its victim, then it can leave the body with a physical being of its own, leaving the host to die, but we'll have to see if Mr. Demon gets enough strength or not. I can't answer your question about Aragorn, it would give away important plot points later. Yes, the demon will die. D
Demon: Not fair!
Legolas: Oh brother....
Star-Stallion~ First of all, I am *so* sorry for not getting around to reviewing your stories! ;.; It makes me so sad! Second, it *is* a picture. He does look like such a nerd in it though. Nerdolas should be his new name... Third, I *do* try to update quickly, but my muses are doing all but cooperating with me. *grumbles*
Kept-Secret~ Sorry, can't help Leggy dear now, but you might want to try to get Mr. Aragorn, we can't have two main characters losing their memories now can we? D Thank you for the compliment, and next chapter will probably be mostly Legolas, since we saw little of him in this one.
Lillybeth1~ I try! I do try! My muses are not being nice to me. ;.; I know I'm cruel, hee hee.
Well, that's all so... Goodbye for now! :DDD
Dha