-hands over update- Here's your update guys, now gimme cookies...
Lol! I'm kidding! ;-)
But seriously, WHERE ARE MY COOKIES?
;-)
Irish Anor; lol! Wow, I merit heavenly music! –does a victory dance and bows- Thank you, thank you! Lol! You see now Irish? You've heightened my Inflated Ego and Head Syndrome...
Nessa Ar-Feiniel; I'm glad you said that, I'm trying to make Saurar as sickening as possible, lol! Good point actually; you'll be able to see why Legolas is so grumpy in this and the next few chapters... ;-)
Mellaithwen; GAH! –performs Heimlich Manoeuvre on Amy- DON'T CHOKE SILLY CHILD! If you choke in a review you leave for me, who do you think Jo, our beloved Mother Hen, is going to blame! That's right! ME! Lol... now that you mention it, I really enjoyed writing Legolas that way. It's nice to write him when he's NOT a noble, self-sacrificing person for once. Aye m'dear, you did! Well, I haven't had any weird texts from you... saying that, I haven't had any emails either... :'( You and Jo have left me all alone! Lol, I'm kidding... though saying that, we need to update our story ASAP... oh, and, I think once you see where this starts to go from here, you'll see why I stopped posting this on the CBBC board... I just don't think they're ready for this on there... lol!
Stoneage Woman; Well, I hope this is soon enough for you! I can face Legolas and Aragorn being in mortal peril any day, but ME? Woah ho ho no...!
Faerlain; Lol! Thanks Fae'!
ashlyns; Thanks! Well, I was considering making you beg for the update, but I think I'll be kind and just give it to you... ;-)
LATMC; Lol! I guess that came as a bit of a shock then, yes? ;-) Yes, Legolas is trying to, well, mortally wound Aragorn anyway... –evil grin- Lol; you're just one of many who nearly cried at the end of that story, and I must admit, for writing it about 2 years ago I didn't realise I could be that cruel and heartless! Well, I hope you enjoy the rest of this story too.
shadowfox8; Lol! Seems I have another reviewer who's shocked by this turn of events... I'm glad you enjoyed it though! ;-)
TO EVERYONE
I've now got a special email address which deals with just stuff to do with fanfiction, which you can find in my bio. So, if you've got fanart, questions about my stories, requests of things you'd like to see me write, or just a request to borrow one of my O/C's, you know where to click! Just remember, IF IT'S NOTHING TO DO WITH FANFICTION/FANART, IT GETS DELETED!
OH, AND I MUST ISSUE A BLOOD/VIOLENCE WARNING ON THIS CHAPTER... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED... In other words, this is like, probably the chapter I've been looking forward most to writing... –evil grin-
Now, onto...
.: Chapter Five :.
The sound of metal on metal hissed throughout the small valley. Aragorn stepped backwards, causing Legolas to miss the lunge that would have stuck the black knife up into the human's ribcage.
"This isn't right... we shouldn't be doing this."
He remembered how it used to be...
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"You like making this difficult, don't you?" laughed the Elf. The young Ranger simply rolled his eyes and picked himself up off the floor where he had fallen. Once more, Legolas had beaten him in their small practice match.
"I know you don't realise this, but as a human, it's difficult sparring with an Elf!"
Legolas smiled. "It wouldn't be difficult if you were paying attention."
"Ah ha ha," said Aragorn flatly. "Stop Legolas, my sides are splitting."
"Am I going to have to drag you back to Lord Elrond again?" asked Legolas, setting his knife in his weapons harness. "Because believe me, it was hard enough the last time; next time I want you to warn me before you go collapsing..."
"That wasn't my fault!" said Aragorn defensively.
"Fine," said Legolas. "Perhaps catching the cold wasn't your fault, but not telling anybody, was. Coming with me on the hunting trip when you knew you were ill, was. Saying you were fine when I asked how you felt, w-"
"Enough!" interrupted Aragorn. Legolas smiled, satisfied that he'd won this little banter. It was another one to add to his total.
"Come along," he said, removing an arrow from his quiver. "I'm quite sure that Elladan requested that I show you how to shoot straight after beating you at sword work!"
Aragorn gaped at him. "Shoot straight? SHOOT STRAIGHT!" He bristled, folding his arms. "I'll show you who can't shoot straight!"
With that, the two friends walked under the trees of Rivendell, laughing as they went...
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Suddenly the punch caught him in the face, and Aragorn found himself flying backwards, landing on his back in a daze.
Legolas gripped his knife in his hand, kneeling over Aragorn. He placed the tip of the blade just underneath his old friend's chin, pushing upwards ever so slightly. A tiny spot of blood trickled from the slight cut.
"It's a shame," he said, sneering. "I had expected a bit more of a challenge." He smirked.
Aragorn curled his fingers into a fist.
Legolas quirked an eyebrow. "Any last words?"
Hundreds of thoughts rushed through Aragorn's mind in one split second.
He's changed...
He's not the person you knew...
You can't trust him...
You never could...
HE'S NOT YOUR FRIEND...
With a roar, Aragorn brought his fist up with great speed, punching Legolas in the jaw and throwing the Elf off of him.
"Aye!" he shouted, picking his sword up off the ground where it lay. "If you're going to kill someone, do it, don't stand there talking about it!"
Legolas looked up at him, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Oh, how original..." And suddenly he was up again, knife in hand. With a roar, Legolas ran at Aragorn, weapon raised.
Aragorn whispered a quiet "I'm so sorry..." before thrusting his sword directly in front of him at the last minute. Legolas had no chance of moving out of its way...
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Tathiel shivered. There was a dark cloaking shadow here, and no sun, and the endless shadows made her cold.
But wait... there was something else... something more...
"Gimli..." she whispered. "I think there's something here!"
Gimli frowned. Years of friendship with Legolas had taught him never to doubt the instincts of an Elf. "Any ideas?"
Tathiel shook her head. "I don't know, but whatever it is, it's-"
Suddenly a dark shadow knocked them both to the ground. A cackling laughter shook the air, and suddenly the cold about them became almost unbearable.
The dark smoke-like shadow swirling into a column before forming into the shape of a young She-Elf. Dilathnior giggled manically.
"Well... it wasn't so hard to find you two!"
She swooped at them both, intent of capturing them and taking them back to Saurar. Grabbing Tathiel by the wrist, she grinned as her plan began to work.
Tathiel struggled like a wild animal; as she did, her necklace slipped out from under her collar and into the dark She-Elf's view. As she caught sight of the necklace, Dilathnior's expression changed to one of horror. "H-how!" She screeched loudly, and Tathiel covered her ears.
Dilathnior began to revert back into smoke and disappeared, screeching "Master! MASTER!" as she did...
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The sword cut into Legolas' abdomen, a clean cut straight into him. Legolas cried out and hissed, closing his eyes tightly.
Aragorn was paralysed. He simply stood, wide eyed and open mouthed. He had stabbed his own friend... killed his own friend...
Legolas' eyes suddenly snapped open, and he glared at Aragorn furiously. Reaching forward, he grabbed Aragorn's hands which were still clinging to the hilt of the sword and pulled forward.
The sword slid into him further as he walked forward. Aragorn almost choked on a gasp as the sword exited out of Legolas' back. It was a through and through wound. Blood pumped out of the Elf from both sides, and Aragorn found himself shaking. How could Legolas still be standing!
Legolas leaned in close to him.
"Aragorn... you can't kill someone who's already dead..."
With that, the Elf plunged his own knife deep into Aragorn's chest. The air was shoved out of the human in a short gasp.
Letting go of his own sword, Aragorn stumbled back, clutching numbly at the knife which was stuck in his chest. Legolas remained standing where he was, smiling calmly, though in his eyes the mists of insanity swirled.
"Don't panic..." he said quietly. "The poison will prevent your death... for now anyway."
Aragorn fell to his knees. He could feel something radiating from the knife and beginning to work around his system almost instantly. He had to get the blade out! Grasping the hilt of the knife, Aragorn pulled.
The blade snapped off, remaining inside him. The hilt dropped from Aragorn's hand as the burning sensation suddenly increased ten-fold. Darkness crept into his vision as Legolas approached him again.
Legolas caught Aragorn's chin in his hand and forced the human to look up at him.
"Don't worry my friend..." he said darkly. "You'll feel different in the morning..."
With that, Aragorn's eyes rolled back and he fell into a dead faint...
Ooh! NOW we've started with the evil stuff... tell me what you think! Somehow, I think Legolas has lost all the sympathy he'd been getting... lol!
OH, AND... if anyone can pick up the movie reference in this chapter, I'll give you something special... ;-)
