Seylin: Well this chapter certainly took up my time. As you read you will see why. I hope you all enjoy it because I worked very hard on this. (Skipping out on physics lessons boo-ya!) Ummm… I couldn't find all the translations so the words in ( ) are the words I could not find. The full translation is at the bottom. I tried really hard but it just didn't work. Wow… I can't believe it. Only two more chapters left and I can put all my attention back on FTPH. Won't that make you guys happy? Love you all! Standard disclaimers apply to it all.
The ForfeitChapter 8
Gone Again
Aragorn could not take his eyes off of Legolas as they were escorted to the room, he had made fun, challenged his honor and yet Legolas had willingly traded his life for his freedom.
"Since you are leaving you can take the letter with you," Neilana told him as she walked in front of them, her guards behind. "It will save my men their time."
"It will also save them their lives," Legolas thought. He knew all to well how his father would react at the news of his letter. King Thranduil would go into a rage… if men were there, he would not hesitate to kill them before sending his army to retrieve his son.
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"My guards will be standing outside this room. You will have fifteen minutes to say your good-byes and write your letter," Neilana said before disappearing down the hall. One of the guards opened the door letting them in before shutting it.
Legolas sank into a chair as the door closed, the blood loss from his wound finally taking its toll. Paper and quill had already been placed on the desk by the chair for him to write on.
No words were spoken between them. Aragorn simply came over and with his good hand started to inspect Legolas's wound. He took out some leaves hidden in a pouch, which Neilana's men had not bothered to check, that was attacked to his belt. He also tore a long strip of his shirt off to bind the wound with.
Glancing up at the elf now and then he was amazed to see no pain, just sadness written on his fair features. Such sadness on such a pure being broke Aragorn's heart.
Legolas hardly felt the hand on his leg, his mind was on two things now, blocking the pain and writing his letter.
Mell adar,
Ha (is) ah long ind ta im teitha sen tÍw. Im (am) tér adar ananta…Im innas al na aderthad bar an le. NÌn (decision) (has) (put) (a) long caul bo nÌn g˚r ananta im gar (traded) nÌn cuil an Estel's. Ho (has) tér (much) an cuinar an, (much) an (decide). Im fael (wanted) le an hanya ta… Im meleth le ada tennoio.
Lin ion,
Legolas Thranduillion
"Legolas?" Aragorn's voice brought him out of his thoughts.
"What is it Estel?" He questioned softly.
"Why did you do it?" Estel asked.
"You have more to live for than I. It would be wrong for me to leave you here when I was freed," Legolas replied.
Legolas reached up and took a thin sliver chain with a ring hanging on it out of his shirt. Estel had never seen it before now.
"What is that?" Estel questioned. Legolas undid the necklace and looked at it fondly for a moment before reaching down his Estel's hand and bringing it up, palm showing.
"This ring identifies me as Prince of Mirkwood when I am not wearing my crown. You will take it with my letter to give to me father," Legolas explained.
"But…but…" Estel stammered.
"No Estel. Should I keep it and someone see it they would want a ransom from my father. I will not have that," Legolas replied.
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Aragorn finished tying the bind on Legolas's leg just as a guard opened the door for Neilana.
"It is time. Bind him," She ordered pointing to Aragorn. The guards came forward with ropes, Aragorn growled and tried to fight them off but with his arm broken or dislocated he couldn't do much. He was soon thrown down to the floor and he could only watch as two guards held him down as the other bound his feet, hands and then tied his arms to his chest. When the gag was brought in he tried to bite the guard's fingers but was not successful.
He looked back, his eyes connecting with Legolas's. The elf just sat there staring at him as if to say, 'this is your fate. Why fight it?' Aragorn couldn't blame him… he knew by the few months that they had known each other if they had both been in their best condition they could have gotten out of this situation rather easily… but now… he understood why the elf had no hope.
Neilana smiled as she watched the man struggle and then looked to the elf, the look on his face made something in her hurt but she quickly it aside and returned her attention to the task at hand.
"Come we shall see you off," She said her voice dripping with sarcasm. Legolas stood as the guards pulled Aragorn to his feet. He placed his letter, with the necklace now inside it into his tunic. The guards picked Aragorn up and carried him out to the middle of their village where one of the horses they had taken from Imladris stood, a bit skittish around all these men though.
The rope around Aragorn's feet was cut and he was pushed into a sitting position. New ropes tied his feet to the stirrups and another tied him to the pommel of the stable so he would not fall.
"The horse does not listen to us. Tell it elf," Neilana ordered. Legolas stepped around her from where he had been walking behind and came up beside the horse, placing his hand on it's neck.
Legolas looked up into Aragorn's eyes. It pained him to see the man tied up this way, he was mumbling something but Legolas could not understand it for the gag in his mouth.
"Mae, mae roch… noro norn an Imladris fael na band," Legolas whispered to the horse while stroking it's neck. The horse nickered softly not wanting to leave the elf in what it felt as danger. Legolas ignored its concern and looked up at Aragorn.
"Mmm…mhm…mo!" Aragorn tried to speak through the gag. Legolas let his hand brush over the other's tied ones.
"Nie hem berrenthe, Estel. Ai, Elbereth… elenath eila erin Estel… amin mela le," Legolas said but only loud enough for him to hear.
Aragorn's eyes widened as Legolas spoke those words, he tried to speak again but before he could Legolas smacked the horse on it's rump and sent it galloping towards Imladris.
Seylin: Kinda short I know… but a deep impact I think.
Elvish Translation (may not all be correct)
Dear father, It is with a heavy heart that I write this letter. I'm sorry adar but… I will not be returning home to you. My decision has put a heavy burden on my heart but I have traded my life for Estel's. He has so much to live for, much to decide. I just wanted you to know that… I love dad forever. – Your son, Legolas Thranduillion
Mae, mae roch… - Good, good horse
Noro norn an Imladris fael na band – Ride hard to Rivendell just be safe.
Nie hem berrenthe, Estel – I am sorry Aragorn
Ai, Elbereth…elenath eila erin Estel – Alas, Elbereth…may the stars shine on Hope
Amin mela le – I love you
Review ThanksMoroTheWolfGod – Will shall see… I have a few ideas I am playing around with. But it will be good no matter what!
Leralonde – Thank you so much! You don't know how much that means to me really! I think I suck at battle scenes so badly. Sad to say but poor Aragorn didn't have a choice… do you think that last line was enough to shake him?
IwishChan – That he would. I don't think Thranduil will make another real appearance until the last chapter… but we shall see how things play out.
Astalder27 – Well Legolas is hurt enough… although he probably will be more so later. What do you think of the last line?
KCEstel – That you can mellon nin. Nothing to bad! Promise!
Chu-chu – People seem to like the 'personal toy' idea. That's very interesting my dear Watson… puffs bubble pipe
Mz Psycho – I really really really like that idea! Not the first one but the second. You just might see that.
Crazyrabidfangurl – Hun, go back and read the A/N at the end of the last chapter. I'm glad you loved the evil cliffie.
