I've written the next chapter!!!!!!!!!
Aren't you proud of me? I was able to drag myself out the tub! (My fingers are just a little pruney now :-)
One thing before I start, in the last chapter it isn't that Thranduil is just starting to feel bad about this, it's just that he has finally remembered what happened. Don't ask me how he could forget something like that, I was sitting in my psychology class half asleep and learned that some people tend block out and forget things that happened to them. People do that you know. One more thing, my computer is a dyslexic and I can't always get those little dots and dashes over letters like you're supposed to. Stupid computer!!!!
Farflung, thank you so much! A swift kick in the backside and a little ego rub, exactly what I needed!
Well to the story!!
Chapter Nine: The Stars No Longer Sang
'You knew this would happen if any of us got caught.' Celebdur conscious beleaguered him. 'You know all the rumors that spread about us.'
"What was I trying to prove?" The captain asked himself, "That I could bring at lest one of them back?" He exited his small tent, going out into clearing where their camp was. "I'm a fool," He muttered to himself, "Even worse an old fool..."
It was a bright, full moon out, and he clearly saw his people. Some set up small traveling tents, while others simply spread their bedrolls on the ground. Why were so many rumors spread about them? All they were we're outcasts. Wandering outcasts, in way, they really were shadow people. Shadows of humanity. With nowhere to call home or to go.
They were a varied people, elves, men, dwarfs, hobbits, the only thing that untied them were the fact that were the shadows of Middle Earth. Abandons, runaways, and the unwanted...just the people that were tucked away, out of sight and out of mind...that's why he had gathered them together, to show them that they were never alone, and most were glad. And had found somewhere and people to belong. All accept one...
Celebdur went to find that one, he found his bedroll and, as usual it was under a tree, though it was empty. Automatically he looked into the ancient beeches limbs it took a moment or so to find him, he always blended in well with the forests. Woodelves!
He lay on his back, on a branch nearly broad as a bench, his hands folded upon his breast, his eyes unclosed staring at the night's sky.
The captain knew the ways of elvish sleep, and assumed the ladler. He would save his thoughts for another day.
~*~
The footsteps under the beech faded and finally melted away into the night. Legolas sat up and rested his back against the bark of the tree, gazing forlornly at the moon pale light. The camp was as still as a churchyard, the moon's silvery light left agitated shadows on the tree's limbs and leaves, and on the camp below. His thoughts drifted to former years, when the moon's chrome finished light did not hold such melancholy memories.
Orcs fear the light of the sun....that's why they always waited to have their 'fun' until the moon's light showed....
Was there a day when these memories didn't flood back to him?
Sounds, shapes and shadows whirled like a tempest inside of his head.
Menacing growls and snarlings....the orcs hated elves, probably remembering what they and their ancestors used to be.
Legolas felt his breath hitch, his chest felt hollow. He couldn't bring himself to sleep; he never slept well anymore in years. They were always there when he slept. He stared through the thick masses of leaves at the blips of moonlight that shyly showed themselves.
A small zephyr breezed its airy dance through boughs, hiding the moon but showing the stars. The bright Evening Star shined.
Earendil was no comfort to him.
His soul's song was a lament, and the stars no longer sang........
Fatigue's somnolent began to tug at his eyes......every night was like this, begging himself not to fall asleep, but never victorious.
His fair head leaned back against the bark, and his eyes stilled.
/////Light and darkness, shape and shadow, dampness, musky moldy scents infested themselves in his senses. It was a cave......but not like at home.......it was so dark, the stone was dead and damp. The air was so close and stale. Where were they? Why were they here?
Some things were cold and heavy and cold on his wrists....... Two heavy iron manacles hung on his slender wrists. Chains mounted them to the rock wall behind him......there were whole eaten in the ceiling from erosion, starlight shown in.........
Where was he?
.......A blur of memory, the orcs...hiding.........being grabbed by the shoulders from behind......
His eyes widened. Then whipping his head around, his searched desperately.
He found what he was looking for, a form near him in green.
She was leaning with her back to the cold wall, one of her wrists was incased in an iron cuff connected to chain that was fixed to the floor.
Her eyes were closed.
He scooted over to her, saw a long cut on her face, red blotches on her dress.
"Nana?"
No response, but after a few moments, she moaned softly, and her eyelids fluttered open. She was dazed first then she looked to him, and schooled her features. "I'm alright." She said, reading his thoughts perfectly.
There was sudden clink and a rattle of locks, and three horrid creatures stepped into the darkened room.
"Look who's awake." The first one hissed....//
With a quick intake of air and a jolt, Legolas woke.
Nothing new, same every night, he turned his head to look over the camp. Everyone was sleeping peacefully, the light of the stars and moon and from the firelight in the camp cast an eerie glow on the site.
A breeze whistled through the ground and rustled the leaves of the tree, making a gap in them. It showed him the Evening Star. It was, as always, very bright, very beautiful......
And silent as a grave.
I know, short, but hopefully this will tide you over.
I promise, promise, promise to post another chapter soon!!!
I promise!!!!
Aren't you proud of me? I was able to drag myself out the tub! (My fingers are just a little pruney now :-)
One thing before I start, in the last chapter it isn't that Thranduil is just starting to feel bad about this, it's just that he has finally remembered what happened. Don't ask me how he could forget something like that, I was sitting in my psychology class half asleep and learned that some people tend block out and forget things that happened to them. People do that you know. One more thing, my computer is a dyslexic and I can't always get those little dots and dashes over letters like you're supposed to. Stupid computer!!!!
Farflung, thank you so much! A swift kick in the backside and a little ego rub, exactly what I needed!
Well to the story!!
Chapter Nine: The Stars No Longer Sang
'You knew this would happen if any of us got caught.' Celebdur conscious beleaguered him. 'You know all the rumors that spread about us.'
"What was I trying to prove?" The captain asked himself, "That I could bring at lest one of them back?" He exited his small tent, going out into clearing where their camp was. "I'm a fool," He muttered to himself, "Even worse an old fool..."
It was a bright, full moon out, and he clearly saw his people. Some set up small traveling tents, while others simply spread their bedrolls on the ground. Why were so many rumors spread about them? All they were we're outcasts. Wandering outcasts, in way, they really were shadow people. Shadows of humanity. With nowhere to call home or to go.
They were a varied people, elves, men, dwarfs, hobbits, the only thing that untied them were the fact that were the shadows of Middle Earth. Abandons, runaways, and the unwanted...just the people that were tucked away, out of sight and out of mind...that's why he had gathered them together, to show them that they were never alone, and most were glad. And had found somewhere and people to belong. All accept one...
Celebdur went to find that one, he found his bedroll and, as usual it was under a tree, though it was empty. Automatically he looked into the ancient beeches limbs it took a moment or so to find him, he always blended in well with the forests. Woodelves!
He lay on his back, on a branch nearly broad as a bench, his hands folded upon his breast, his eyes unclosed staring at the night's sky.
The captain knew the ways of elvish sleep, and assumed the ladler. He would save his thoughts for another day.
~*~
The footsteps under the beech faded and finally melted away into the night. Legolas sat up and rested his back against the bark of the tree, gazing forlornly at the moon pale light. The camp was as still as a churchyard, the moon's silvery light left agitated shadows on the tree's limbs and leaves, and on the camp below. His thoughts drifted to former years, when the moon's chrome finished light did not hold such melancholy memories.
Orcs fear the light of the sun....that's why they always waited to have their 'fun' until the moon's light showed....
Was there a day when these memories didn't flood back to him?
Sounds, shapes and shadows whirled like a tempest inside of his head.
Menacing growls and snarlings....the orcs hated elves, probably remembering what they and their ancestors used to be.
Legolas felt his breath hitch, his chest felt hollow. He couldn't bring himself to sleep; he never slept well anymore in years. They were always there when he slept. He stared through the thick masses of leaves at the blips of moonlight that shyly showed themselves.
A small zephyr breezed its airy dance through boughs, hiding the moon but showing the stars. The bright Evening Star shined.
Earendil was no comfort to him.
His soul's song was a lament, and the stars no longer sang........
Fatigue's somnolent began to tug at his eyes......every night was like this, begging himself not to fall asleep, but never victorious.
His fair head leaned back against the bark, and his eyes stilled.
/////Light and darkness, shape and shadow, dampness, musky moldy scents infested themselves in his senses. It was a cave......but not like at home.......it was so dark, the stone was dead and damp. The air was so close and stale. Where were they? Why were they here?
Some things were cold and heavy and cold on his wrists....... Two heavy iron manacles hung on his slender wrists. Chains mounted them to the rock wall behind him......there were whole eaten in the ceiling from erosion, starlight shown in.........
Where was he?
.......A blur of memory, the orcs...hiding.........being grabbed by the shoulders from behind......
His eyes widened. Then whipping his head around, his searched desperately.
He found what he was looking for, a form near him in green.
She was leaning with her back to the cold wall, one of her wrists was incased in an iron cuff connected to chain that was fixed to the floor.
Her eyes were closed.
He scooted over to her, saw a long cut on her face, red blotches on her dress.
"Nana?"
No response, but after a few moments, she moaned softly, and her eyelids fluttered open. She was dazed first then she looked to him, and schooled her features. "I'm alright." She said, reading his thoughts perfectly.
There was sudden clink and a rattle of locks, and three horrid creatures stepped into the darkened room.
"Look who's awake." The first one hissed....//
With a quick intake of air and a jolt, Legolas woke.
Nothing new, same every night, he turned his head to look over the camp. Everyone was sleeping peacefully, the light of the stars and moon and from the firelight in the camp cast an eerie glow on the site.
A breeze whistled through the ground and rustled the leaves of the tree, making a gap in them. It showed him the Evening Star. It was, as always, very bright, very beautiful......
And silent as a grave.
I know, short, but hopefully this will tide you over.
I promise, promise, promise to post another chapter soon!!!
I promise!!!!