(See chapter one for disclaimer)
Thank you to all reviewers! Now we continue: Though I am afraid with a short chapter. Don't kill meh ~_^ Dr. Peppers to alllll!!!!
Chap. 12
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Wrenching his head back despite the pull for it to fly forward, Aragorn say how quickly they would hit the ground and while a fall from this high was pretty bad, they would undoubtedly be crushed to bits by this heavy, latching ladder. Within the few seconds he had to act, Aragorn grabbed Legolas by the cloak he had lent him and pushed with all his might against the ladder, pulling Legolas down with him.
Land blurred by his view, and the man's seemingly clear mind among the chaos wondered dolefully if this was the last look of earth for someone who did fall from a cliff or some other great height. Because of the friends' short distance from the bottom, this exhilarating view stole only a moment of their imaginations before dashing them on the world underneath.
Aragorn hit the ground with full force, and no matter how he tried he could not pull Legolas over him, and the elf also crashed without disruption into the hard ground. The very air seemingly knocked from his lungs, and the jolt had certainly thrown his body in disarray, but he had no time to be confused.
Sparing no time to sit up, he pulled the nearly limp elf over him and pushed Legolas as far to the right of him as he could before dragging himself to curl around the elf's head and chest, ignoring any protests. Silently he prayed to Elbereth that indeed the fall/jump had resulted in them far enough away that the bodies of the trees Legolas so loved would not betray the elf to his undoing.
Meanwhile, Elladan could do nothing but hope the Estel and Legolas had moved clear of the falling ladder he himself also was clinging to. Seeing the ground below, he knew he was at such a height that he could jump and thanks to elven abilities, remain mostly unscathed. With one breath he tensed, pulling himself away from the earth's will to trap him under the ladder, and jumped.
The moment he jumped though, he saw on what he would land, and saw an already fallen Aragorn pulling an injured Legolas over him, trying to find an area of safety. Instantly Elladan twisted away from the distance of the jump that would bring him far enough away from the ladder's path. If he did land on his younger brother, not only would it bring pain to the edain but would hinder him from moving before it was too late. Elladan smiled a little as he realized once again he was putting himself to the luck of the world for these two misfits before hitting the ground. A huge rush of air flew to his lungs to replace what he lost, and Elladan clenched his eyes and waited to see if he had been thrown to refuge.
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Elrond stayed clear of the king for quite a while, concerned that his affiliation for the wizard would cause his exile from this elvish residence. 'No... there is too much work to be done here.' Elrond thought while watching Gandalf rock back and forth in a chair in the corner of the room. 'This has confused him though he wishes not to admit his own fault. Fine then, it shall be a puzzle for us both.' Elrond mused.
His own thoughts were broken however by a healer coming in hurriedly to fetch him. "My Lord! We believe your son is awakening." Of course Lord Elrond did not doubt his healers' proficiency nor Gandalf's wise words, but such news was quite the joy to his ears and he began to rush out the door when he saw his wizard friend stand to come.
"Mithrandir, they have been told to throw you out, you can not go among the public eye." Elrond spoke calmly, though he knew Gandalf must know this and have some plot up his sleeve, but even if the elf was in a hurry to see how his son was doing he knew that at this point they could not put the wizard in jeopardy in such a time.
Smirking knowingly, Gandalf simply made for the door. "Worry not old and young friend, they shall not see me." When Elrond gave him a quizzical look, Gandalf winked. "You shall, but no one else. My own tricks my friend. Now, do not doubt a wizard and go to your bed ridden son!" Elrond needed no other assurances, and slipped out the door at a brisk pace. He was not stopped at any point throughout the palace and so convinced himself Thranduil had simply not cared if the elf stayed, which would certainly be an unexpected boon at this point.
The healers were correct, Elrohir was awakening, his eyes seemingly fighting to open from where he lay in a guest room to which he'd been transferred when the room was cleared. His hands clenched around the thin sheets above him told at least that he was conscious and capable of controlling his muscles, if not that he was totally there with them. Keeping as silent as he could, Elrond pulled a chair over to the boy's bedside, resting his hand on that of his son's, partly to calm him, and partly to wish him awake.
As if by bidding, Elrohir finally welcomed himself back to the world where so many waited for him. Above him were faces it took barely seconds to put names too even though he had recognition of who they were far before. "...Ada? Mithrandir?" Seemingly confused, Elrohir closed his eyes for a bit, willing into his memory whatever had last happened. Feeling this disoriented was not at all pleasant.
"Yes my son, we are here, though..." He looked at Gandalf with his same serious look though the humor in his eyes and the quirk of his eyebrow. "I thought one of us said only I would see him." Gandalf merely chuckled and muttered about errors on his part... Elrond again looked to his son, who was staring at him again. "We were fighting those that overthrew Thranduil's palace, do you remember?" Silently Elrond was already checking Elrohir over for any still bleeding bandages, even though they were unlikely. they were after all elves, but Estel had certainly taught him all these habits, and that nothing should be expected as unexpected.
Puzzled looks quickly fled as Elrohirs memory was triggered by what it was he was to search for. "Yes... I remember, Elladan and I..." Pausing, he took a look around before starting, almost pushing himself up had not a swift hand from Elrond told him otherwise. "Where are Elladan and Estel?!" Against all other odds, Elrohir knew his brothers would be the last to leave his injured room unless they were injured. While pushing Elladan down, Elrond tried to think of ways to explain the happenings of the previous days, but Elrohir took his pause for grief. "Adar... where are Elladan and Estel?" The obvious sorrow starting to creep into Elrohir's face was heartbreaking to the father, who was quick to put Elrohir out of his fears.
"Elrohir, Elrohir listen to me. They're fine." Elrond stressed every syllable to present emphasis. "Elladan and Estel have gone to rescue Legolas, do you not remember?" With his mind so preoccupied the elven Lord in a very antonym of his normal ways did not thank the man who pushed a cup of cool water into his hands for Elrohir, who was in this case the wizard.
"Rescue? Yes, Legolas was missing... I was so worried, but I had hoped..." The elf had to pause as his father bade him drink before continuing. "I had hoped we would find him captive in this vicinity..." Looking around at his elders' faces he noted that that clearly wasn't near what happened.
The grief that had plagued Elrond was starting to wash back in intervals as the tides, screaming to Elrond's very heart and soul that he was responsible. Never had he let grief consume him though, for he knew there was a time for action and a time for guilt. "We... we had all hoped so Elrohir. But when we found this hope ill conceived we petitioned Thranduil for troops to search for his son, but he would allow none." Starting again, Elrond had to push him down. "Come now Elrohir, you know better than this. You were never as bad a patient as your brothers. Thranduil would not allow us troops but we had our own, and some of the wood elves also wanted their prince returned. So they set out with Elladan and Estel leading. My hope is that they return sometime soon." Hopes though, were easily turned astray.
Still Elrohir seemed confused, and turned this time to Gandalf, for the wizard had not previously been with them. "Why will Thranduil not send out some for his son? I knew things were terrible between them, but..." Elrohir stopped before he got himself confused and shut his eyes, trying to grasp the situation with his mind before he questioned with his mouth.
Gandalf though had already begun to explain, and hope the young elf and perhaps his father would catch his words as his train of thought plowed onwards. "Well young one, I know someone is controlling Thranduil. My fear is that they have been doing this for a very long time. I know now... yes, now I know..." Gandalf shut his eyes for moments enough. "They are very strong. Stronger than just me, and if not a wizard than with a wizards influence, though it shames me to no end of an extent that one of my kind would do this. We were sent to aid you..."
Seeing his friend's distress, Elrond clamped his hand on Mithrandir's forearm, as the wizard had unconsciously been gripping his staff very hard. "Which you have my friend, and continue to do. It is a terrible thing for any to do, not just the Istar." An Istar was controlling the elven king, for what reason and purpose they all had ideas, but knew not for certain. Ai! Had only they seen this before, much suffering could have been avoided.
"The likes of this I had heard of but never saw... I know not how proceed." Softly and condemningly did he murmur these words to himself, chastising himself for his ignorance. This was simply unforgivable of him, and now he had yet to find a solution. "I believe strength of power can overcome this curse yet as we were shown before, this is nothing to be trifled with. You and I together could not control it."
Elrohir was watching silently his elders' converse, trying to grip everything they said. His father was quick to assure. "We did not know what we were up against. With a more focused purpose and understanding, we will have Thranduil back."
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Aragorn didn't see it, but he heard it as the sickening crunch of pain behind him, and a gargantuan crash behind him, splintered sections of hard wood flying over him like a wave on the shore. He heard a moan from Legolas below him, but only one name was screaming in his mind at the moment. "ELLADAN!" He rushed his head around, and saw the form of his brother partly under the cracking blows of the ladder. He pushed himself up, above Legolas, fairly alarmed Legolas had not already pushed him off, and ran to his brother.
Ignoring any of the battle around, Aragorn's mind panicked, and out of the strength of pure desperation, Aragorn lifted and pushed the ladder far enough over that it touched Elladan no longer. Blood from many sights poured from the elven leg, and it was broken jaggedly, one of the bones nearly protruding from the leg. Swearing in many languages yet thanking the valar it had not crushed the elf in an immediately fatal spot, though could turn deadly if this was allowed to continue.
With those thoughts he began looking around wildly, as if the fact he was still in combat just dawned on him. All around him elves swarmed, shooting men who were fumbling in their shots and movements, night was blessing them with dark still for a few more hours. He had to get Elladan to safety and stop the bleeding, a strategic retreat was in order. They had already accomplished their goal...
"Wait... Legolas!" Realizing at this moment that the elf was not beside him, the ranger's head snapped back even as he was pressing hard on Elladan's bleeding leg with the elf's cloak. The elf who's eyes he sought was still lying on the ground where Aragorn had left him, a clenched fist over his chest, his face flickering with pain against his disciplined wishes.
That stubborn proud creature had lied to him! Now knowing beyond a doubt Legolas was and had been grievously injured, Aragorn was at a loss for what to do. His friend who had been captive for months and not expecting escape now lay hurt and in pain, yet he could not go to him for he was sure if anyone took their attention from Elladan now it would certainly make things even worse. Better even yet was the idea he was leading a military unit in which he was not currently fighting. Ai Valar... what was he to do?!
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Why thank you, thank you... yes, great chapter... lol, jk. Hannon lle to all reviewers!
Iavala: yeah, that was my best chapter... dont knwo how I pulled that off, lol. Still writing! Keep reviewing! lol!
Deana: Yes, first he's hurt then pushed off a ladder- almost as if an invisible author was writing that irony into existence 0.o creepy. HAH! (Sorry, thinking of Cassia and Sio's story "The Seventh Stone" Go read it, they all rock! Yeah!)
Alkvingiel: Why thankyou! that's so kind of you, I love it when people say they've got me on their favorite stories list, though you should write me off to make room for Cassia and Sio's new one when it comes! Please let it be soon! lol PS- To the bat mobile, Aragorn! heh. ^_^
Elvenbabe: Why your welcome for finally updating! heh. ~_^
elfmage: ^_^ Yay! I'm glad my longer chapter made up for the wait... You're all coming from beyond the grave to pester me for updates?! 0.0;;; NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! lol, but you're right... killing you all would put me at a great loss now, huh? Sorry, this chapter isnt nearly as well written as the last -_-
God's Child 27: WOW! I LOVE your enthusiasm! LOL! Heh... will Legolas die?! Will Elladan die?! Will Thranduil die?! Let's see shall we...
Alina11: Well, he had to be saved sometime ^_^ I couldn't just leave him there! Talk about terrible!
Deadly Chakram: Cliffhanger? What cliff hanger? More like a ladder hanger... heh. You're the only one who seems to care for poor Thranduil... I love him I do! Though perhaps it doesn't look quite that way in my story... eh? I cant wait for more A Kings Ransom! Sorry if I dont review, people have got me bugging for this -glare- but know I'm reading it!!!
FieryDemon09: -blush- Why thank you! A great story? Have you read any Cassia and Sio or Lisseleyen recently?!! lol
Kourin Lucrece: Exceptions? What exceptions? nooo... lol -hands Dr. Pepper- So how've you been doing?
lulu bell: Wow, long review! Me likes ^_^ You like Hero in his Eyes? How very kind of you! That was kind of a sudden thing, btu then again- I write all of this loosely as I go... it's fun ^_^ Even I dont know how a few thigns will turn out... I've always thought of the twins as warriors... I can't really see them not, being the sons of a great warrior. But hey, thats me. You're the only one who mentioned the sheild thing! I usually like going more book canon, but the oppurtunity was just to great... so I went for it ^_^ TTT EE was soooo worth it ^_^ TY again!
Das Blume: Yes months, it's nearly half way accross their knwon Arda if you look at Tolkein's supllied maps... and well, I failed geography so if thats wrong- heh, oh well ^_^;; Yes, Dr. PEpper is awesome and is also awesome with some stronger stuff ~_^ Hmm... yes, Legolas should be traumatized, shouldn't he? though he is a strong one... lol TY again!
wadeva: Well here is the next chappie for you den! thanks for reviewing! -hands Dr. Pepper-
HAH! They're done! lol
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Thank you to all reviewers! Now we continue: Though I am afraid with a short chapter. Don't kill meh ~_^ Dr. Peppers to alllll!!!!
Chap. 12
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Wrenching his head back despite the pull for it to fly forward, Aragorn say how quickly they would hit the ground and while a fall from this high was pretty bad, they would undoubtedly be crushed to bits by this heavy, latching ladder. Within the few seconds he had to act, Aragorn grabbed Legolas by the cloak he had lent him and pushed with all his might against the ladder, pulling Legolas down with him.
Land blurred by his view, and the man's seemingly clear mind among the chaos wondered dolefully if this was the last look of earth for someone who did fall from a cliff or some other great height. Because of the friends' short distance from the bottom, this exhilarating view stole only a moment of their imaginations before dashing them on the world underneath.
Aragorn hit the ground with full force, and no matter how he tried he could not pull Legolas over him, and the elf also crashed without disruption into the hard ground. The very air seemingly knocked from his lungs, and the jolt had certainly thrown his body in disarray, but he had no time to be confused.
Sparing no time to sit up, he pulled the nearly limp elf over him and pushed Legolas as far to the right of him as he could before dragging himself to curl around the elf's head and chest, ignoring any protests. Silently he prayed to Elbereth that indeed the fall/jump had resulted in them far enough away that the bodies of the trees Legolas so loved would not betray the elf to his undoing.
Meanwhile, Elladan could do nothing but hope the Estel and Legolas had moved clear of the falling ladder he himself also was clinging to. Seeing the ground below, he knew he was at such a height that he could jump and thanks to elven abilities, remain mostly unscathed. With one breath he tensed, pulling himself away from the earth's will to trap him under the ladder, and jumped.
The moment he jumped though, he saw on what he would land, and saw an already fallen Aragorn pulling an injured Legolas over him, trying to find an area of safety. Instantly Elladan twisted away from the distance of the jump that would bring him far enough away from the ladder's path. If he did land on his younger brother, not only would it bring pain to the edain but would hinder him from moving before it was too late. Elladan smiled a little as he realized once again he was putting himself to the luck of the world for these two misfits before hitting the ground. A huge rush of air flew to his lungs to replace what he lost, and Elladan clenched his eyes and waited to see if he had been thrown to refuge.
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Elrond stayed clear of the king for quite a while, concerned that his affiliation for the wizard would cause his exile from this elvish residence. 'No... there is too much work to be done here.' Elrond thought while watching Gandalf rock back and forth in a chair in the corner of the room. 'This has confused him though he wishes not to admit his own fault. Fine then, it shall be a puzzle for us both.' Elrond mused.
His own thoughts were broken however by a healer coming in hurriedly to fetch him. "My Lord! We believe your son is awakening." Of course Lord Elrond did not doubt his healers' proficiency nor Gandalf's wise words, but such news was quite the joy to his ears and he began to rush out the door when he saw his wizard friend stand to come.
"Mithrandir, they have been told to throw you out, you can not go among the public eye." Elrond spoke calmly, though he knew Gandalf must know this and have some plot up his sleeve, but even if the elf was in a hurry to see how his son was doing he knew that at this point they could not put the wizard in jeopardy in such a time.
Smirking knowingly, Gandalf simply made for the door. "Worry not old and young friend, they shall not see me." When Elrond gave him a quizzical look, Gandalf winked. "You shall, but no one else. My own tricks my friend. Now, do not doubt a wizard and go to your bed ridden son!" Elrond needed no other assurances, and slipped out the door at a brisk pace. He was not stopped at any point throughout the palace and so convinced himself Thranduil had simply not cared if the elf stayed, which would certainly be an unexpected boon at this point.
The healers were correct, Elrohir was awakening, his eyes seemingly fighting to open from where he lay in a guest room to which he'd been transferred when the room was cleared. His hands clenched around the thin sheets above him told at least that he was conscious and capable of controlling his muscles, if not that he was totally there with them. Keeping as silent as he could, Elrond pulled a chair over to the boy's bedside, resting his hand on that of his son's, partly to calm him, and partly to wish him awake.
As if by bidding, Elrohir finally welcomed himself back to the world where so many waited for him. Above him were faces it took barely seconds to put names too even though he had recognition of who they were far before. "...Ada? Mithrandir?" Seemingly confused, Elrohir closed his eyes for a bit, willing into his memory whatever had last happened. Feeling this disoriented was not at all pleasant.
"Yes my son, we are here, though..." He looked at Gandalf with his same serious look though the humor in his eyes and the quirk of his eyebrow. "I thought one of us said only I would see him." Gandalf merely chuckled and muttered about errors on his part... Elrond again looked to his son, who was staring at him again. "We were fighting those that overthrew Thranduil's palace, do you remember?" Silently Elrond was already checking Elrohir over for any still bleeding bandages, even though they were unlikely. they were after all elves, but Estel had certainly taught him all these habits, and that nothing should be expected as unexpected.
Puzzled looks quickly fled as Elrohirs memory was triggered by what it was he was to search for. "Yes... I remember, Elladan and I..." Pausing, he took a look around before starting, almost pushing himself up had not a swift hand from Elrond told him otherwise. "Where are Elladan and Estel?!" Against all other odds, Elrohir knew his brothers would be the last to leave his injured room unless they were injured. While pushing Elladan down, Elrond tried to think of ways to explain the happenings of the previous days, but Elrohir took his pause for grief. "Adar... where are Elladan and Estel?" The obvious sorrow starting to creep into Elrohir's face was heartbreaking to the father, who was quick to put Elrohir out of his fears.
"Elrohir, Elrohir listen to me. They're fine." Elrond stressed every syllable to present emphasis. "Elladan and Estel have gone to rescue Legolas, do you not remember?" With his mind so preoccupied the elven Lord in a very antonym of his normal ways did not thank the man who pushed a cup of cool water into his hands for Elrohir, who was in this case the wizard.
"Rescue? Yes, Legolas was missing... I was so worried, but I had hoped..." The elf had to pause as his father bade him drink before continuing. "I had hoped we would find him captive in this vicinity..." Looking around at his elders' faces he noted that that clearly wasn't near what happened.
The grief that had plagued Elrond was starting to wash back in intervals as the tides, screaming to Elrond's very heart and soul that he was responsible. Never had he let grief consume him though, for he knew there was a time for action and a time for guilt. "We... we had all hoped so Elrohir. But when we found this hope ill conceived we petitioned Thranduil for troops to search for his son, but he would allow none." Starting again, Elrond had to push him down. "Come now Elrohir, you know better than this. You were never as bad a patient as your brothers. Thranduil would not allow us troops but we had our own, and some of the wood elves also wanted their prince returned. So they set out with Elladan and Estel leading. My hope is that they return sometime soon." Hopes though, were easily turned astray.
Still Elrohir seemed confused, and turned this time to Gandalf, for the wizard had not previously been with them. "Why will Thranduil not send out some for his son? I knew things were terrible between them, but..." Elrohir stopped before he got himself confused and shut his eyes, trying to grasp the situation with his mind before he questioned with his mouth.
Gandalf though had already begun to explain, and hope the young elf and perhaps his father would catch his words as his train of thought plowed onwards. "Well young one, I know someone is controlling Thranduil. My fear is that they have been doing this for a very long time. I know now... yes, now I know..." Gandalf shut his eyes for moments enough. "They are very strong. Stronger than just me, and if not a wizard than with a wizards influence, though it shames me to no end of an extent that one of my kind would do this. We were sent to aid you..."
Seeing his friend's distress, Elrond clamped his hand on Mithrandir's forearm, as the wizard had unconsciously been gripping his staff very hard. "Which you have my friend, and continue to do. It is a terrible thing for any to do, not just the Istar." An Istar was controlling the elven king, for what reason and purpose they all had ideas, but knew not for certain. Ai! Had only they seen this before, much suffering could have been avoided.
"The likes of this I had heard of but never saw... I know not how proceed." Softly and condemningly did he murmur these words to himself, chastising himself for his ignorance. This was simply unforgivable of him, and now he had yet to find a solution. "I believe strength of power can overcome this curse yet as we were shown before, this is nothing to be trifled with. You and I together could not control it."
Elrohir was watching silently his elders' converse, trying to grip everything they said. His father was quick to assure. "We did not know what we were up against. With a more focused purpose and understanding, we will have Thranduil back."
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Aragorn didn't see it, but he heard it as the sickening crunch of pain behind him, and a gargantuan crash behind him, splintered sections of hard wood flying over him like a wave on the shore. He heard a moan from Legolas below him, but only one name was screaming in his mind at the moment. "ELLADAN!" He rushed his head around, and saw the form of his brother partly under the cracking blows of the ladder. He pushed himself up, above Legolas, fairly alarmed Legolas had not already pushed him off, and ran to his brother.
Ignoring any of the battle around, Aragorn's mind panicked, and out of the strength of pure desperation, Aragorn lifted and pushed the ladder far enough over that it touched Elladan no longer. Blood from many sights poured from the elven leg, and it was broken jaggedly, one of the bones nearly protruding from the leg. Swearing in many languages yet thanking the valar it had not crushed the elf in an immediately fatal spot, though could turn deadly if this was allowed to continue.
With those thoughts he began looking around wildly, as if the fact he was still in combat just dawned on him. All around him elves swarmed, shooting men who were fumbling in their shots and movements, night was blessing them with dark still for a few more hours. He had to get Elladan to safety and stop the bleeding, a strategic retreat was in order. They had already accomplished their goal...
"Wait... Legolas!" Realizing at this moment that the elf was not beside him, the ranger's head snapped back even as he was pressing hard on Elladan's bleeding leg with the elf's cloak. The elf who's eyes he sought was still lying on the ground where Aragorn had left him, a clenched fist over his chest, his face flickering with pain against his disciplined wishes.
That stubborn proud creature had lied to him! Now knowing beyond a doubt Legolas was and had been grievously injured, Aragorn was at a loss for what to do. His friend who had been captive for months and not expecting escape now lay hurt and in pain, yet he could not go to him for he was sure if anyone took their attention from Elladan now it would certainly make things even worse. Better even yet was the idea he was leading a military unit in which he was not currently fighting. Ai Valar... what was he to do?!
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Why thank you, thank you... yes, great chapter... lol, jk. Hannon lle to all reviewers!
Iavala: yeah, that was my best chapter... dont knwo how I pulled that off, lol. Still writing! Keep reviewing! lol!
Deana: Yes, first he's hurt then pushed off a ladder- almost as if an invisible author was writing that irony into existence 0.o creepy. HAH! (Sorry, thinking of Cassia and Sio's story "The Seventh Stone" Go read it, they all rock! Yeah!)
Alkvingiel: Why thankyou! that's so kind of you, I love it when people say they've got me on their favorite stories list, though you should write me off to make room for Cassia and Sio's new one when it comes! Please let it be soon! lol PS- To the bat mobile, Aragorn! heh. ^_^
Elvenbabe: Why your welcome for finally updating! heh. ~_^
elfmage: ^_^ Yay! I'm glad my longer chapter made up for the wait... You're all coming from beyond the grave to pester me for updates?! 0.0;;; NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! lol, but you're right... killing you all would put me at a great loss now, huh? Sorry, this chapter isnt nearly as well written as the last -_-
God's Child 27: WOW! I LOVE your enthusiasm! LOL! Heh... will Legolas die?! Will Elladan die?! Will Thranduil die?! Let's see shall we...
Alina11: Well, he had to be saved sometime ^_^ I couldn't just leave him there! Talk about terrible!
Deadly Chakram: Cliffhanger? What cliff hanger? More like a ladder hanger... heh. You're the only one who seems to care for poor Thranduil... I love him I do! Though perhaps it doesn't look quite that way in my story... eh? I cant wait for more A Kings Ransom! Sorry if I dont review, people have got me bugging for this -glare- but know I'm reading it!!!
FieryDemon09: -blush- Why thank you! A great story? Have you read any Cassia and Sio or Lisseleyen recently?!! lol
Kourin Lucrece: Exceptions? What exceptions? nooo... lol -hands Dr. Pepper- So how've you been doing?
lulu bell: Wow, long review! Me likes ^_^ You like Hero in his Eyes? How very kind of you! That was kind of a sudden thing, btu then again- I write all of this loosely as I go... it's fun ^_^ Even I dont know how a few thigns will turn out... I've always thought of the twins as warriors... I can't really see them not, being the sons of a great warrior. But hey, thats me. You're the only one who mentioned the sheild thing! I usually like going more book canon, but the oppurtunity was just to great... so I went for it ^_^ TTT EE was soooo worth it ^_^ TY again!
Das Blume: Yes months, it's nearly half way accross their knwon Arda if you look at Tolkein's supllied maps... and well, I failed geography so if thats wrong- heh, oh well ^_^;; Yes, Dr. PEpper is awesome and is also awesome with some stronger stuff ~_^ Hmm... yes, Legolas should be traumatized, shouldn't he? though he is a strong one... lol TY again!
wadeva: Well here is the next chappie for you den! thanks for reviewing! -hands Dr. Pepper-
HAH! They're done! lol
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