Chapter 5: A Change In Fortunes
"The weather is changing," Yávëtal quietly observed to himself as a roll thunder blanketed itself over their fair heads. The twelve elves had been tracking Jewel's hoof prints for the last two hours and finding nothing to satisfy his growing sense of danger about his younger sibling, Lúrin was now questioning his motives for leading the young elves out into where certain danger was almost behind every tree.
Looking up at Yávëtal's soft voice Lúrin, sighed. He was thankful that he'd packed extra clothing before he'd left. Not for himself, but for Legolas. From the description and knowing his younger brother, he'd probably gone out in nothing more than his simple leggens and a light woollen shirt.
A few minutes later the search party found themselves in the exact same field as Legolas had been earlier that morning. The green and gold grass waved lazily beneath their feet, giving no hint or puzzle piece that it had seen any distraction from it's blissful life.
Neldëá and Gorë were ahead, scouting the field for any trace of where Legolas might have gone or if he was in sound health. The twins were tracking the hoof-prints, making especially sure not to cover them with their own foot falls, while those two were close to the ground the others were keeping their eyes from the grass and alert for any movement or whisper of a strange sound, whether bird or orc.
A strange calmness gradually spread itself over the field and the elves stood stone still, listening intently with their sharp ears. Yávëtal looked at Lúrin and signalled with his hand that something was amiss. Turning towards the others, Lúrin gave a quick command. "Dad, delio."
As one, all the elves disappeared amongst the tall grass. Unknown to some, this was a hunting ground for the Mirkwood Elves as many prey lived in the open, safer there than within the trees where danger could hide. Yávëtal was now besides Lúrin and the elf leaned in closer to the leader.
"Maur, lum ennas," Yávëtal immediately responded before Lúrin asked, "it's black speech."
"Ai!" the elf cursed softly, "tiro, im kena hain." Lúrin rose swiftly, notching his bow and arrow as he rose.
The other elf could do noting but whistle to the other elves to ready their arrows also. Twitting that was not of finches let him know that they were ready.
"Aphado nin," called Lúrin and he released two arrows quicker than the eye could see. A shrill scream and thud followed, signalling that the older elf had hit his intended target.
With that all of the elves jumped up from their hiding spots and sent arrows or daggers towards six orcs that had been butchering a deer carcase. Three had already fallen and another one soon followed.
"One of these orcs must know where they're holding Legolas," Cassageln yelled to the others, "so don't kill them all!"
Aglar nodded and threw a rock which connected with a retreating orcs ankle, breaking it on impact. The creature screamed in agony and went down hard. Aglar smiled and both of them raced to hold the creature as the others captured the other surprised orc.
The elves dragged the bleeding orc and dumped it besides it's companion. Lúrin looked at the two orcs, who swore at him in black tongue and hissed to each other. "Nodo sain," Lúrin finally spat, "aníron peded na hain ar hain uthwen."
Binding them was a difficult task as the orcs attempted to bite, scratch and kick at the young elves. But daggers to the throats by Aglar and Rambamírë, which seemed to have an effect on the orcs.
"You have been trespassing upon our land and now we have been sent to send you back from where you were spawned, back into Mordor and within it's black lands." Lúrin said calmly, not giving away that he hoped the orcs would lead them group to Legolas.
"Kill us then," grinned the orc with the broken ankle. "Or were you hoping for something that we might have?"
"Lost something have you?" sneered the other orc as Aglar's dagged began to draw a little blood. It was quick to catch on to the look that a few of the elves passed between each other.
"And we believe that you have found it," Lúrin responded with unsettling calm in his voice. "My company and I would very much like to have it back."
"You won't get it back, it's ours and won't be of any use to you in a few hours." The other orc pronounced boldly. This, however, was the wrong thing to have said, and the orc realised this as the words left it's small smirking mouth.
Cassageln's eyes grew dark and he pushed hard with his own white dagger against the orcs throat. The creatures eyes grew large as it realised that even if the elf was young, it was ready to kill it without a second thought. "You will regret that sentence, orc, as will you be ever sorry that you have our young brother!"
"Garo lya lamm, Cassageln!" Lúrin replied harshly towards his brother. "That is our business here."
Turning back to the orcs once again Lúrin looked the smirking one in the eye. "If you truly treasure you filthy hide, I would advise that you lead us to where he is being kept." Lúrin leaned in closer. "And prey that he is still alive."
~*~
It was cold.
Sniffing a little as his nose began to run, Legolas looked around him to see if there was anyway for him to break or cut the ropes lose. He didn't think he would be able to wiggle out of the tightly bound ropes as they were making his hands too numb to feel.
Sighing, the elf rested his chin back on his blood coated chest, trying to surpass a cough that again attempted to clear his chest. After breathing deeply for a few moments, then holding back the tears as his chest and stomach sharply protested Legolas looked around for a distraction.
His mind wondered on and he vaguely noticed that his whole body was shaking from the cold.
'Odd,' he thought to himself, 'I don't feel to cold, but . . .' his mind wondered again and he began to study the ground before him.
For the first time, the five-year-old looked down at the ground and felt something that made him gasp in horror. Having hardly any skill with tracking, Legolas could still feel and somehow understand what lay in front of his small body.
Huge paw prints were all around the small cave, but there were tiny trenches that showed that whatever the beast was, it had been dragged and had also bleeding heavily from a fatal wound. Crudely made clubs and black- tipped torches littered the entrance, also with blood within the sandy ground. Blood was everywhere, as was the smell of burnt fur.
Looking even closer, Legolas saw that now upon the dust, distinct within the signs of conflict, were fresh dog prints, not pulled or yanked across, but made by steadfast, silent paws. It was while he trying to understand this that he sensed a sudden presence watching him. Looking up, he saw nothing but shadows shifting in the afternoon wind.
It occurred to the elf that, as he again studied the sandy ground, he was within more danger then he thought, for whatever was here before was huge and sure to come back. And that was all he needed, some huge monster coming to eat him. Feeling as if he was being watched again, Legolas looked up and saw a movement within the corner of his eye.
It took him a second to realise that he was staring at an actual wolf. It was a male wolf and it glanced at him before sniffing the ground before him, he was but seven adult elf strides from Legolas.
After it was satisfied with the smells it had collected, the male looked up, directly at Legolas. He stood in the last gleaming rays of sunshine, and every whisker and hair was brought to life with light. His eyes were crystalline amber gems, with his fur looking velvet-like it was copper on his upper nose and around his eyes. The sides of his nose, and his throat, were as white as milk. The rest of him was brown, grey, and shining.
Completely taken with it, Legolas dared not to move, not that he could. The young male simply stared back, his gaze unblinking. He seemed at ease, curious at Legolas and almost observant of the elf in his territory.
But the wolf again looked around and a change came over him. Every now and then, he would gaze at the elf with a clearly readable disbelief and it's easy composure with Legolas began to slid away. Finally it stopped and simply stared.
The young male was watching the small elf with caution, tense and ready to spring away if Legolas so much as moved a muscle. Remembering that eye contact was dangerous and made animals even more nervous, the young elf looked down, not daring to stare for long periods of time into the wolf's eyes.
Instead of turning back into the forest, the wolf came closer and started to sniff the perimeter of the tree where Legolas was tied to, snorting whenever anything such as dust went up his nose. It's ears were flickering backwards and forwards, towards Legolas and then in the direction the orcs had gone.
It gradually came closer and closer and Legolas could feel his heartbeat starting to race as the huge dog came within an arms stretch of his face. Finally the wolf seemed to understand that Legolas meant it no harm and with this became bolder in it's investigation. The wolf started to breath its warm breath on Legolas's pants and around to his feet, it seemed to sense that the elf's knee was servery harmed and let it be. Staying clear of the injured knee and hand, the wolf continued it's curious exploration of the five-year-old.
Legolas was not accustomed to dogs or any canine as he had never had any experience with one, and this wolf was huge compared to others that he'd seen run the borders of his home as he raced them through the trees. Squeezing his eyes shut, he with held himself from whimpering as the wolf moved closer and closer to his face.
~*~
A deep clap of thunder sounded and was intensified by the sudden lightning striking somewhere. The Thrandulion family were sitting close to each other watching the storm approach without speaking. The other elves tended the small fire and kept a close guard on the orcs, making double sure that the restraints were impossible to escape, though they took no chances.
Alassë layed her head against her older brothers shoulder and sighed worriedly. "What's wrong?" Lúrin asked quietly, trying not to disturb Cassageln, who was sleeping nearby.
"He's terrified of storms," was all she could say.
"We will find him, he is probably giving the orcs hell and forgetting that a storm is even approaching." Lúrin lightly humoured his sister, trying to ease he worries about their younger brother.
They both fell into silence again until Lúrin decided they needed rest. "We cannot help Legolas is we are lethargic and unable to lift our light weapons because we missed out on rest." Lúrin explained when Alassë began to protest. "Besides, it sets a bad example for Legolas."
Many hours later the two woke up and found that in the space of a few short hours the temperature had dropped dramatically, not that it bothered them, but young elflings such as Legolas and Cassageln and his friends were affected by it the same way as humans. The elves had solved this problem by dressing more warmly and wrapping their cloaks around themselves more tightly.
"I hope he's Ok," Cassageln stuttered trying to warm his fingers by rubbing them rapidly against each other. "I'm freezing and I have extra cloths on."
"Don't speak of such things," Quendur hushed the younger elf with his voice. "Legolas is most likely afraid for his life . . ."
". . . don't give the Valar another way to torment the young one." Gayadur finished his twins sentence.
Feeling something wet touch and slide down his rosy cheek, Cassageln put his hand upon it and saw that a single snowflake, crystalline and perfect melt on the warmth of his slender fingertips. Looking up, he saw black and grey clouds moving slowly across the late sky.
Snow was coming to Mirkwood.
~*~
Marilla paused, uncertain of where to go next. Sniffing the air with her sensitive nose, the cat could only tell that the temperature was freezing and that snow was about to fall, covering her hope of finding her kitten.
Meowing to no-one, the white cat padded on top of a rock that was jumping out of the ground. Swishing her bottlebrush-like tail impatiently, Marilla again tried to pinpoint her kitten's whereabouts.
There! A whiff of lavender and peach, his favourite soap to wash with, a blessed scent mixed with an unpleasant odour that made the cat growl in concern and anger.
Looking back towards her home and meowing again, this time to the unknowing elves, Marilla again sprinted away, her tail held high and her nose to the ground.
~*~
"HOW CAN YOU LOSE A HORSE THAT SIZE?!" Rogan yelled in fury, the immediate response was for the young stable elf to babble.
"We were . . . about to give her the nightly meal," Iendùre whimpered in response to the angered commander. "When I entered her stable she reared and hit out with her hooves, I fell back and she bolted, sending all the elves scattering in her path."
Realising that the horse had worked on her own accord, Rogan clammed somewhat and dismissed Iendùre from his duties for the rest of the afternoon. With that done, he rushed for Thranduil chambers. Skidding to a halt outside of them, Rogan had a hunch about the sudden disappearance of the cat, children and now missing mare.
"Enter," came the grave voice.
"My lord," Rogan bowed and before the king could say anything, Rogan launched into potentially very hot and also deep water. "I believe that the reason the cat, children and Jewel are missing. . ."
"The horse is missing again?" the king asked in total disbelief. "No, disrespect Rogan but am I being punished or are you're men and my kingdom unable to function properly?"
"My lord, none of that is happening, but I believe the reason for the sudden disappearances are due to each setting out on their own search party."
Thranduil leaned back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose, indicating that a headache was approaching. "When did you come up with this solution?"
Knowing full well that the king was being sarcastic, Rogan still had to answer. "It's all happened within the last 24 hours, my lord, Jewel escaping twenty minutes ago. They've all gone for Legolas, I think they know, well the animals anyway."
"Know what?" Thranduil asked his attention drawn to this bit of unknown information.
"His pets know where he is and are out to rescue him." The elf finished.
*****
Translations:
1) Dad, delio. = Down, hide.
2) Maur, lum ennas. = Voices, over there.
3) Ai, tiro, im kena hain. = Ah, look, I see them.
4) Aphado nin, = Follow me.
5) Nodo sain, aníron peded na hain ar hain uthwen. = Bind them, I wish to speak to them without them escaping.
6) Garo lya lamm, Cassageln! = Hold your tongue, Cassageln!
AN: Sorry that I took so long in updating. But I had my year 10 trials and with Marco being sick (he's better now,) that and I've got a stupid English thing, for more info and if ya can help, read my profile.
I've an interesting question for you people: Has anyone written a fic where the X-men or Ninja Turtles get thrown into Middle-Earth? No? Shame, I can see Raph and Legolas going at eachothers throats.
I'm not too sure when the next chapter will be up, but maybe next week or so. We're nearing the end people.
"The weather is changing," Yávëtal quietly observed to himself as a roll thunder blanketed itself over their fair heads. The twelve elves had been tracking Jewel's hoof prints for the last two hours and finding nothing to satisfy his growing sense of danger about his younger sibling, Lúrin was now questioning his motives for leading the young elves out into where certain danger was almost behind every tree.
Looking up at Yávëtal's soft voice Lúrin, sighed. He was thankful that he'd packed extra clothing before he'd left. Not for himself, but for Legolas. From the description and knowing his younger brother, he'd probably gone out in nothing more than his simple leggens and a light woollen shirt.
A few minutes later the search party found themselves in the exact same field as Legolas had been earlier that morning. The green and gold grass waved lazily beneath their feet, giving no hint or puzzle piece that it had seen any distraction from it's blissful life.
Neldëá and Gorë were ahead, scouting the field for any trace of where Legolas might have gone or if he was in sound health. The twins were tracking the hoof-prints, making especially sure not to cover them with their own foot falls, while those two were close to the ground the others were keeping their eyes from the grass and alert for any movement or whisper of a strange sound, whether bird or orc.
A strange calmness gradually spread itself over the field and the elves stood stone still, listening intently with their sharp ears. Yávëtal looked at Lúrin and signalled with his hand that something was amiss. Turning towards the others, Lúrin gave a quick command. "Dad, delio."
As one, all the elves disappeared amongst the tall grass. Unknown to some, this was a hunting ground for the Mirkwood Elves as many prey lived in the open, safer there than within the trees where danger could hide. Yávëtal was now besides Lúrin and the elf leaned in closer to the leader.
"Maur, lum ennas," Yávëtal immediately responded before Lúrin asked, "it's black speech."
"Ai!" the elf cursed softly, "tiro, im kena hain." Lúrin rose swiftly, notching his bow and arrow as he rose.
The other elf could do noting but whistle to the other elves to ready their arrows also. Twitting that was not of finches let him know that they were ready.
"Aphado nin," called Lúrin and he released two arrows quicker than the eye could see. A shrill scream and thud followed, signalling that the older elf had hit his intended target.
With that all of the elves jumped up from their hiding spots and sent arrows or daggers towards six orcs that had been butchering a deer carcase. Three had already fallen and another one soon followed.
"One of these orcs must know where they're holding Legolas," Cassageln yelled to the others, "so don't kill them all!"
Aglar nodded and threw a rock which connected with a retreating orcs ankle, breaking it on impact. The creature screamed in agony and went down hard. Aglar smiled and both of them raced to hold the creature as the others captured the other surprised orc.
The elves dragged the bleeding orc and dumped it besides it's companion. Lúrin looked at the two orcs, who swore at him in black tongue and hissed to each other. "Nodo sain," Lúrin finally spat, "aníron peded na hain ar hain uthwen."
Binding them was a difficult task as the orcs attempted to bite, scratch and kick at the young elves. But daggers to the throats by Aglar and Rambamírë, which seemed to have an effect on the orcs.
"You have been trespassing upon our land and now we have been sent to send you back from where you were spawned, back into Mordor and within it's black lands." Lúrin said calmly, not giving away that he hoped the orcs would lead them group to Legolas.
"Kill us then," grinned the orc with the broken ankle. "Or were you hoping for something that we might have?"
"Lost something have you?" sneered the other orc as Aglar's dagged began to draw a little blood. It was quick to catch on to the look that a few of the elves passed between each other.
"And we believe that you have found it," Lúrin responded with unsettling calm in his voice. "My company and I would very much like to have it back."
"You won't get it back, it's ours and won't be of any use to you in a few hours." The other orc pronounced boldly. This, however, was the wrong thing to have said, and the orc realised this as the words left it's small smirking mouth.
Cassageln's eyes grew dark and he pushed hard with his own white dagger against the orcs throat. The creatures eyes grew large as it realised that even if the elf was young, it was ready to kill it without a second thought. "You will regret that sentence, orc, as will you be ever sorry that you have our young brother!"
"Garo lya lamm, Cassageln!" Lúrin replied harshly towards his brother. "That is our business here."
Turning back to the orcs once again Lúrin looked the smirking one in the eye. "If you truly treasure you filthy hide, I would advise that you lead us to where he is being kept." Lúrin leaned in closer. "And prey that he is still alive."
~*~
It was cold.
Sniffing a little as his nose began to run, Legolas looked around him to see if there was anyway for him to break or cut the ropes lose. He didn't think he would be able to wiggle out of the tightly bound ropes as they were making his hands too numb to feel.
Sighing, the elf rested his chin back on his blood coated chest, trying to surpass a cough that again attempted to clear his chest. After breathing deeply for a few moments, then holding back the tears as his chest and stomach sharply protested Legolas looked around for a distraction.
His mind wondered on and he vaguely noticed that his whole body was shaking from the cold.
'Odd,' he thought to himself, 'I don't feel to cold, but . . .' his mind wondered again and he began to study the ground before him.
For the first time, the five-year-old looked down at the ground and felt something that made him gasp in horror. Having hardly any skill with tracking, Legolas could still feel and somehow understand what lay in front of his small body.
Huge paw prints were all around the small cave, but there were tiny trenches that showed that whatever the beast was, it had been dragged and had also bleeding heavily from a fatal wound. Crudely made clubs and black- tipped torches littered the entrance, also with blood within the sandy ground. Blood was everywhere, as was the smell of burnt fur.
Looking even closer, Legolas saw that now upon the dust, distinct within the signs of conflict, were fresh dog prints, not pulled or yanked across, but made by steadfast, silent paws. It was while he trying to understand this that he sensed a sudden presence watching him. Looking up, he saw nothing but shadows shifting in the afternoon wind.
It occurred to the elf that, as he again studied the sandy ground, he was within more danger then he thought, for whatever was here before was huge and sure to come back. And that was all he needed, some huge monster coming to eat him. Feeling as if he was being watched again, Legolas looked up and saw a movement within the corner of his eye.
It took him a second to realise that he was staring at an actual wolf. It was a male wolf and it glanced at him before sniffing the ground before him, he was but seven adult elf strides from Legolas.
After it was satisfied with the smells it had collected, the male looked up, directly at Legolas. He stood in the last gleaming rays of sunshine, and every whisker and hair was brought to life with light. His eyes were crystalline amber gems, with his fur looking velvet-like it was copper on his upper nose and around his eyes. The sides of his nose, and his throat, were as white as milk. The rest of him was brown, grey, and shining.
Completely taken with it, Legolas dared not to move, not that he could. The young male simply stared back, his gaze unblinking. He seemed at ease, curious at Legolas and almost observant of the elf in his territory.
But the wolf again looked around and a change came over him. Every now and then, he would gaze at the elf with a clearly readable disbelief and it's easy composure with Legolas began to slid away. Finally it stopped and simply stared.
The young male was watching the small elf with caution, tense and ready to spring away if Legolas so much as moved a muscle. Remembering that eye contact was dangerous and made animals even more nervous, the young elf looked down, not daring to stare for long periods of time into the wolf's eyes.
Instead of turning back into the forest, the wolf came closer and started to sniff the perimeter of the tree where Legolas was tied to, snorting whenever anything such as dust went up his nose. It's ears were flickering backwards and forwards, towards Legolas and then in the direction the orcs had gone.
It gradually came closer and closer and Legolas could feel his heartbeat starting to race as the huge dog came within an arms stretch of his face. Finally the wolf seemed to understand that Legolas meant it no harm and with this became bolder in it's investigation. The wolf started to breath its warm breath on Legolas's pants and around to his feet, it seemed to sense that the elf's knee was servery harmed and let it be. Staying clear of the injured knee and hand, the wolf continued it's curious exploration of the five-year-old.
Legolas was not accustomed to dogs or any canine as he had never had any experience with one, and this wolf was huge compared to others that he'd seen run the borders of his home as he raced them through the trees. Squeezing his eyes shut, he with held himself from whimpering as the wolf moved closer and closer to his face.
~*~
A deep clap of thunder sounded and was intensified by the sudden lightning striking somewhere. The Thrandulion family were sitting close to each other watching the storm approach without speaking. The other elves tended the small fire and kept a close guard on the orcs, making double sure that the restraints were impossible to escape, though they took no chances.
Alassë layed her head against her older brothers shoulder and sighed worriedly. "What's wrong?" Lúrin asked quietly, trying not to disturb Cassageln, who was sleeping nearby.
"He's terrified of storms," was all she could say.
"We will find him, he is probably giving the orcs hell and forgetting that a storm is even approaching." Lúrin lightly humoured his sister, trying to ease he worries about their younger brother.
They both fell into silence again until Lúrin decided they needed rest. "We cannot help Legolas is we are lethargic and unable to lift our light weapons because we missed out on rest." Lúrin explained when Alassë began to protest. "Besides, it sets a bad example for Legolas."
Many hours later the two woke up and found that in the space of a few short hours the temperature had dropped dramatically, not that it bothered them, but young elflings such as Legolas and Cassageln and his friends were affected by it the same way as humans. The elves had solved this problem by dressing more warmly and wrapping their cloaks around themselves more tightly.
"I hope he's Ok," Cassageln stuttered trying to warm his fingers by rubbing them rapidly against each other. "I'm freezing and I have extra cloths on."
"Don't speak of such things," Quendur hushed the younger elf with his voice. "Legolas is most likely afraid for his life . . ."
". . . don't give the Valar another way to torment the young one." Gayadur finished his twins sentence.
Feeling something wet touch and slide down his rosy cheek, Cassageln put his hand upon it and saw that a single snowflake, crystalline and perfect melt on the warmth of his slender fingertips. Looking up, he saw black and grey clouds moving slowly across the late sky.
Snow was coming to Mirkwood.
~*~
Marilla paused, uncertain of where to go next. Sniffing the air with her sensitive nose, the cat could only tell that the temperature was freezing and that snow was about to fall, covering her hope of finding her kitten.
Meowing to no-one, the white cat padded on top of a rock that was jumping out of the ground. Swishing her bottlebrush-like tail impatiently, Marilla again tried to pinpoint her kitten's whereabouts.
There! A whiff of lavender and peach, his favourite soap to wash with, a blessed scent mixed with an unpleasant odour that made the cat growl in concern and anger.
Looking back towards her home and meowing again, this time to the unknowing elves, Marilla again sprinted away, her tail held high and her nose to the ground.
~*~
"HOW CAN YOU LOSE A HORSE THAT SIZE?!" Rogan yelled in fury, the immediate response was for the young stable elf to babble.
"We were . . . about to give her the nightly meal," Iendùre whimpered in response to the angered commander. "When I entered her stable she reared and hit out with her hooves, I fell back and she bolted, sending all the elves scattering in her path."
Realising that the horse had worked on her own accord, Rogan clammed somewhat and dismissed Iendùre from his duties for the rest of the afternoon. With that done, he rushed for Thranduil chambers. Skidding to a halt outside of them, Rogan had a hunch about the sudden disappearance of the cat, children and now missing mare.
"Enter," came the grave voice.
"My lord," Rogan bowed and before the king could say anything, Rogan launched into potentially very hot and also deep water. "I believe that the reason the cat, children and Jewel are missing. . ."
"The horse is missing again?" the king asked in total disbelief. "No, disrespect Rogan but am I being punished or are you're men and my kingdom unable to function properly?"
"My lord, none of that is happening, but I believe the reason for the sudden disappearances are due to each setting out on their own search party."
Thranduil leaned back in his chair, rubbing the bridge of his nose, indicating that a headache was approaching. "When did you come up with this solution?"
Knowing full well that the king was being sarcastic, Rogan still had to answer. "It's all happened within the last 24 hours, my lord, Jewel escaping twenty minutes ago. They've all gone for Legolas, I think they know, well the animals anyway."
"Know what?" Thranduil asked his attention drawn to this bit of unknown information.
"His pets know where he is and are out to rescue him." The elf finished.
*****
Translations:
1) Dad, delio. = Down, hide.
2) Maur, lum ennas. = Voices, over there.
3) Ai, tiro, im kena hain. = Ah, look, I see them.
4) Aphado nin, = Follow me.
5) Nodo sain, aníron peded na hain ar hain uthwen. = Bind them, I wish to speak to them without them escaping.
6) Garo lya lamm, Cassageln! = Hold your tongue, Cassageln!
AN: Sorry that I took so long in updating. But I had my year 10 trials and with Marco being sick (he's better now,) that and I've got a stupid English thing, for more info and if ya can help, read my profile.
I've an interesting question for you people: Has anyone written a fic where the X-men or Ninja Turtles get thrown into Middle-Earth? No? Shame, I can see Raph and Legolas going at eachothers throats.
I'm not too sure when the next chapter will be up, but maybe next week or so. We're nearing the end people.