Chap. 13
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Aragorn wanted to scream in his anger at this situation. Clinging to his brother and the ever bleeding wound, he could not even pierce the darkness enough to see how deep or shallow Legolas's breathing was, and his mind was cursing human eyesight though undoubtedly it was this that was saving them. All around him elves were pulling up injured companions, shooting at archers on the wall, some already pulling back to the forests.
"What are you waiting for? Get him away from here." The raspy almost inaudible whisper pulled Aragorn from his review of the battle at hand, and again occupied himself with his elven friend a few yards away. The words pulled him into even more confusion. He could not; he would not leave the elf here. Never would the elf come days within the vicinity have Aragorn anything to say about it. Yet right now, he was in no position to say anything.
Suddenly he felt hands lifting his from Elladan, and he swerved in start, clinging harder to his brother until he saw elvish eyes peering back at him. Aneneriel already had begun administering clean bandages in place of the dirty pieces of cloth that were liable to set infection. Soleith pulled Aragorn up, not asking for his status or condition. This was war and they already had quite enough injuries already. "Strider, get Legolas back there now. Anen and I can get Elladan to safety. Order the mass retreat!" Below the speaking elves, Anen was moving Elladan into an easier position to lift, as if daring the human not to trust the two.
Abruptly nodding, relief fled quickly and many thanks to Iluvitar might have been heard among the great clamor the battle caused. While stumbling to Legolas, Aragorn called to Sindarin loud enough to be heard by all of the Firstborn. "Ertho a Awartho!"* (Unite and Abandon!) After which he soon collapsed to his knees beside Legolas, who had blood streaming down not only his side and some seeping from his back, but thin trickles escaped the sides of his mouth. Even his mouth, open slightly in his strained breathing, was more red than usual, a scarlet tint to his teeth told all that needed to be.
Tenderly slipping his hand under the elf, Aragorn pulled the prince's weight forward slowly to raise him, trying his best to ignore the prince's attempted-quenched mutters of pain. The healer inside of him wanted to keep Legolas down longer, yet the ranger and warrior inside knew the dangers to linger on a retreating field.
Aragorn stood slowly and paused even while rising to steady his companion, who seemed not to even have the strength to support himself. This new challenge seemed to promise hardship as Aragorn began to move as quickly as he could to the safe haven of the trees, dragging Legolas's feet slightly even as he was leaning sideways to try to even the force. Swipes of light and clashes around kept him totally blind to the world, as if walking through chaos and not quite knowing the destination, but blundering on just to get somewhere. Elven archers were still firing back to give the others time to gather any who could not stand independently; No one would be left on this small quest.
Sweating from exertion and adrenaline, Aragorn pushed himself ever onward, whispering to himself consolation and promises... "Only a few more steps, almost there." His ashy and cut hands stung from his sweat and trembled lightly from the pressure that they had to cope with; dropping the elf was not an option. The smell or blood infiltrated every sense of his being, whether on t he ground around him, his comrades, or his brother in his arms. By far this was the worst, for not only was it blood from his brother, but the precious life of a fluid had now covered him as well, and it burned more than any boiling oils dropped from the heights.
It was quite a few moments before Aragorn had realized he had reached safety, the cool trees waved familiarly, seemingly unconcerned with any other happenings of the night. The forest remained clean and cool in the night, untampered with and uncontaminated by the chaos. Once the peace of the peridot and emerald jewels that hung from the branches came to him he looked around again, and called to one of the other elves directing those carrying wounded. "Where...?" He could not continue his question, perfectly understandable to the elf to whom the query was gifted.
"Not more than 2 minutes as the eagle flies, due west. Do you need aid?" Even the warrior, untrained in the ways of the healer, could tell the man was more than ready to fall right where he was. By the same account, he could also see how badly the Sindarin prince was doing. Having not the energy to respond, Aragorn simply pushed on in the way he was directed, seeing a slow line of others inching their way to this new refuge with wounded. With a general goal and direction, along with the calm of the forest, granted Aragorn more energy than he thought he had.
Once he came to the destination he knew it was thus, for unlike before this had definite shape. He let his eyes reach up to the building he stood in front of, not huge but large enough for at least 20 to lay, which was quite enough because they had but 10 or so wounded. A soldier had come around earlier and informed him, but in his current state he had picked up only snatches. Without wondering where the building had come from, he moved inside to a section in which bedrolls sacrificed to make a rather carpeted, or fully bedded, infirmary. Picking an untaken near one of the walls, The ranger leaned over, gently laying Legolas where he tumbled, before falling on his own knees when he felt no need to rise from his bent poise. Albeit lethargically, the ranger moved enough to push Legolas onto his side. Constantly at war with weariness, Aragorn knew he needed to treat his friend, and so kept himself alert.
The prince had fallen somewhere between sleep and unconsciousness long before, before Aragorn had even started his great triumph, as he would later teasingly call it, at carrying Legolas single handedly from the battlegrounds. As he was unconscious, Legolas could not tell him a thing about the wounds he held. 'Not that he willingly would anyways,' the ranger muttered to himself. Very unsure about what to expect, Aragorn reached around the limp elf and withdrew his tunic he had offered the elf earlier, revealing his side and back. Taking but a look, the ranger wrenched his head up, exclaiming softly in despair. Whip wounds were obvious, and the torture the elf must have been put through burned him deeply. Also along the elves back were gashes, and deep cuts, almost as if someone had scraped blunted blades against the elf's back until they bled, and bled hard. The dried blood the darkened and tainted the elf's back was great in amount, and made it look as if the elf had little back still to speak of. What he did have was dark as the drying blood, beaten while bleeding, as very few monsters would dare do.
Happy that he had picked a spot from which no one could see Legolas's back, nearly against the wall, Aragorn began to clean the elf's back softly, whatever herbs the group had taken were quickly being passed around, and Aragorn called to the elf doing so. Receiving the adequate amount, Aragorn tended the flesh wounds and tears before wrapping them in bandages. That done, he had to wipe smears on his cheeks, still feeling them a little damp under his hand, though he had not been aware he had been tearing for his friend.
As if just remembering something Aragorn moved Legolas onto his back and saw the blood that clung to the prince's face, some of which had run down to his neck. Dark anger personified through the dark bruises that covered him seemed to stretch on indefinitely in some places; one bruise running into another less or more healed one. The blood in his mouth could mean only one thing: internal bleeding. He mourned greatly his lack of usefulness in the area, there was very little he could do other than nurse the elf into a state that his elven body could take up the healing. He was still tearing quietly while taking in the image of his hurting friend, laying in the suffering others had inflicted on him.
Collapsing into his hands, Aragorn allowed himself to forget the world and simply sob over Legolas. Quickly this activity gave him little resistance to the sleep that rushed to claim him. Falling softly from his knees onto the 'carpeted' floor, he fell fast into sleep next to Legolas, sure that the elf would survive the night, angry at the elf for lying about his state of being yet full of brotherly compassion. So he allowed himself to shut out the day, his last thought of Legolas.
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Meanwhile in t he realm of Thranduil quite a different task was underway. Young Elrohir was still resting and regaining his strength, but Elrond and Mithrandir were hard at work, teaching the elven lord how to fight against the power of the Istar and the wizard preparing himself more to clash with one of his own. Not easy was the task, but necessary, for now that the challenge was underway it could not be undone.
"Show me again Mithrandir." Elrond sat cross-legged on a chair, eyes shut, listening intently to the shuffling wizard while gathering back his breath, which had been scattered during the last attempt.
"My friend, you've pushed yourself hard and long already, its quite time for a rest." The wizard was already pouring two glasses of water, staff in the crook of his arm as he moved about.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Elrond looked all the worrier he had grown famously as. "Nay Mithrandir, I can take more..." Sighing as he opened his eyes and took the glass from Gandalf he continued. "...Besides, I can feel them now. I can feel the urgency and struggle; pain, though I can see not why or whom. It weighs heavy on me that three of my sons are now in this trouble yet I sit here in the comforts of a palace."
Innocently yet falsely forgetful, Mithrandir smiled as he spoke to his friend. "Three? Oh yes, I had almost forgotten... you've already taken to calling this rascal a son of yours then?"
Not skipping a beat or thinking about the way he had stated himself the elven lord replied. "He has always been a son to me in heart if not by name. And now that Thranduil has rejected the title of father, I take it up willingly without barrier." Elrond bit back his words even as he spoke them. Thranduil had long rejected the title of father, but only now after finding the situation in its near fullness could Elrond seriously take it on. Elrond did not take things lightly, either. Older than Thranduil by millennia, Elrond would not relinquish his title ever, though he would share it with Thranduil when the elf came back to himself.
"Worry not Elrond, I'm sure all your wayward sons will come home. All those rascals and lost puppies you soft hearted elf carry home with you."
Ertho a Awartho: Unite and abandon, aka: make a formed retreat
Reviews!!!! -passes out Dr. Peppers, and some harder stuff along for those who knwo who they are ~_^
Deana: Bad shape? Legolas? Noooo.... heh. I could never do inflict damage like the queens (C&S) though at times it's fun to attempt ^_^ Soon enough? Probabaly not.
Das Blume: -pours her some of the good stuff- heh. Of course strong... heh... oh heck, I admit it. I hate seeing any Lord of the Rings character acting... non strong and defiantish. Except the hobbits. But hey- forget the hobbits. No, it seems like Aragorn learned very, very little... whooot! Power to premieres! Dont I wish I could've gone to one -_- So far I've only seen it six times anyways...
elfmage: Legolas?! Admit he was injured?! BLASPHEMY! ROFL hehe. Heh, I'm no impressive author, but thanks anywho :) Awww, how did you injure yourself? Spill! lol
lisa: Why, thankyou! I was quite proud of the chapter previous tot he last, and I'm not too fond of this one.
Lembas pot: Where the heck did you get the name?! lol. I've updated!
Iavala: last chappie was better, but ty. This isn't soon, huh? Hmmm... cant think of any way to move faster 0.o; I'm so lazy... :(
LegolasLover2004: I'm writing! Actually, currently, I'm only writing reviews! lol.... .... .... WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?! YOU DON'T LIKE DR. PEPPER?! What kind of monster ARE you?!?! hehe ^_^
Snow- Glory: You love it? Thank you! It's easiest to find for those addicts out there like me that love typing in Legolas and Aragorn and angst ^_^ fun fun fun
Lulu bell: Holy junk girl, long review! YAY! I do love long reviews sooo much, you gets extra Dr. Pepper! Of course the readers love to see extra injured elvies, thats why I put it -innocent grin- Yeah, the misfit thing was fun. You haven't read the books all the way through?!?! What are you doing here?!?! Go read, go read and then go and buy the Lost Book of Tales 1&2 and the Unfinished Tales and the Silmarillion and the Lays of Beleriand and all your book store has and then read those! Everything! ... :o Hero in his Eyes doesn't come close to the best fic anyones ever read silly :P You must be deranged from C&S and Lady V withdraw. Poor dear. Write a view so we can 'chat' again. LOL
tyne: -sheepishly raises hand- That'd probably be all my mistakes, sorry... I dont get betas because ppl are harrassing me for it, so if I have anything to throw to the wolves to keep them satisfied, I do... heh. they're evil. 1:30? niiice. I cant tell you how many times I've pulled something liek that or later finishing up a fanfic read ^_^ Next chappie posted!
Deadly Chakram: Ugh, dont mention popcorn. I just went to RotK for the 6th time, and I was gonna get a small popcorn and some raisenets and a large drink just because I wasn't having dinner, RotK and mid term studying is taking up all my pecious time, forget food! lol, anywho, I go up to the lady and she's like "It's cheaper if you just get the large popcorn' cuz they had this value deal. So I'm like' Sure, no prob- I was hungry anywho!' I really dont like popcorn very much, and that thing was HUGE! gah, my family'll be eating it for the next week -_- Story gettign better and better? I hope so... hope this was not too much of a lull in action to chase you away ^_^;; A King's Ransom is so awesome! -glued to screen rereading whole thing- It's looooong too. heh, time consumer. Forget eating again ^_^
God's Child 27: Hrm... who is it you like? I'll be sure tos tick a dagger to their throat... lol, jk jk. Don't kill me! I've updated! No murder! lol, maybe... btu not me!!!!
Reius Devirix: fantastic? Niiiice... think about that word... are you saying it's some wonderful fantasy? A fantasy as in a fulfilled wish, or ads in elves taking over the world?! lol. TY
Elvenbabe: hmmm, there's the question of the moment. Was Thranduil ever good. In this fic, you'll have to wait. I myself am very into the strict yet loving outlook, though I enjoy bad and good and wonderful Thranduil fics (When referring to his relationship to Legolas or others)
...Das Blume... again? How did you pull that off?!?!?! Legolas in the Funny farm? Lol, funny picture for a funny farm. ^_^
Aly K: Here's MORE, MORE MORE MORE! lol Thranduil, Thranduil, I'm glad more people are caring about him though. Yay ^_^ lol, i love cliffies... as long as I'mw riting them and not reading them! Hah. I portray the characters (Except Thranduil) as I think they are... I just stay true to my canon for them and it works... usually because it's Tolekin's canon, or close to it. (Again, witht he exception of Thranduil) Updated!
Few! DONE! Heh...
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Aragorn wanted to scream in his anger at this situation. Clinging to his brother and the ever bleeding wound, he could not even pierce the darkness enough to see how deep or shallow Legolas's breathing was, and his mind was cursing human eyesight though undoubtedly it was this that was saving them. All around him elves were pulling up injured companions, shooting at archers on the wall, some already pulling back to the forests.
"What are you waiting for? Get him away from here." The raspy almost inaudible whisper pulled Aragorn from his review of the battle at hand, and again occupied himself with his elven friend a few yards away. The words pulled him into even more confusion. He could not; he would not leave the elf here. Never would the elf come days within the vicinity have Aragorn anything to say about it. Yet right now, he was in no position to say anything.
Suddenly he felt hands lifting his from Elladan, and he swerved in start, clinging harder to his brother until he saw elvish eyes peering back at him. Aneneriel already had begun administering clean bandages in place of the dirty pieces of cloth that were liable to set infection. Soleith pulled Aragorn up, not asking for his status or condition. This was war and they already had quite enough injuries already. "Strider, get Legolas back there now. Anen and I can get Elladan to safety. Order the mass retreat!" Below the speaking elves, Anen was moving Elladan into an easier position to lift, as if daring the human not to trust the two.
Abruptly nodding, relief fled quickly and many thanks to Iluvitar might have been heard among the great clamor the battle caused. While stumbling to Legolas, Aragorn called to Sindarin loud enough to be heard by all of the Firstborn. "Ertho a Awartho!"* (Unite and Abandon!) After which he soon collapsed to his knees beside Legolas, who had blood streaming down not only his side and some seeping from his back, but thin trickles escaped the sides of his mouth. Even his mouth, open slightly in his strained breathing, was more red than usual, a scarlet tint to his teeth told all that needed to be.
Tenderly slipping his hand under the elf, Aragorn pulled the prince's weight forward slowly to raise him, trying his best to ignore the prince's attempted-quenched mutters of pain. The healer inside of him wanted to keep Legolas down longer, yet the ranger and warrior inside knew the dangers to linger on a retreating field.
Aragorn stood slowly and paused even while rising to steady his companion, who seemed not to even have the strength to support himself. This new challenge seemed to promise hardship as Aragorn began to move as quickly as he could to the safe haven of the trees, dragging Legolas's feet slightly even as he was leaning sideways to try to even the force. Swipes of light and clashes around kept him totally blind to the world, as if walking through chaos and not quite knowing the destination, but blundering on just to get somewhere. Elven archers were still firing back to give the others time to gather any who could not stand independently; No one would be left on this small quest.
Sweating from exertion and adrenaline, Aragorn pushed himself ever onward, whispering to himself consolation and promises... "Only a few more steps, almost there." His ashy and cut hands stung from his sweat and trembled lightly from the pressure that they had to cope with; dropping the elf was not an option. The smell or blood infiltrated every sense of his being, whether on t he ground around him, his comrades, or his brother in his arms. By far this was the worst, for not only was it blood from his brother, but the precious life of a fluid had now covered him as well, and it burned more than any boiling oils dropped from the heights.
It was quite a few moments before Aragorn had realized he had reached safety, the cool trees waved familiarly, seemingly unconcerned with any other happenings of the night. The forest remained clean and cool in the night, untampered with and uncontaminated by the chaos. Once the peace of the peridot and emerald jewels that hung from the branches came to him he looked around again, and called to one of the other elves directing those carrying wounded. "Where...?" He could not continue his question, perfectly understandable to the elf to whom the query was gifted.
"Not more than 2 minutes as the eagle flies, due west. Do you need aid?" Even the warrior, untrained in the ways of the healer, could tell the man was more than ready to fall right where he was. By the same account, he could also see how badly the Sindarin prince was doing. Having not the energy to respond, Aragorn simply pushed on in the way he was directed, seeing a slow line of others inching their way to this new refuge with wounded. With a general goal and direction, along with the calm of the forest, granted Aragorn more energy than he thought he had.
Once he came to the destination he knew it was thus, for unlike before this had definite shape. He let his eyes reach up to the building he stood in front of, not huge but large enough for at least 20 to lay, which was quite enough because they had but 10 or so wounded. A soldier had come around earlier and informed him, but in his current state he had picked up only snatches. Without wondering where the building had come from, he moved inside to a section in which bedrolls sacrificed to make a rather carpeted, or fully bedded, infirmary. Picking an untaken near one of the walls, The ranger leaned over, gently laying Legolas where he tumbled, before falling on his own knees when he felt no need to rise from his bent poise. Albeit lethargically, the ranger moved enough to push Legolas onto his side. Constantly at war with weariness, Aragorn knew he needed to treat his friend, and so kept himself alert.
The prince had fallen somewhere between sleep and unconsciousness long before, before Aragorn had even started his great triumph, as he would later teasingly call it, at carrying Legolas single handedly from the battlegrounds. As he was unconscious, Legolas could not tell him a thing about the wounds he held. 'Not that he willingly would anyways,' the ranger muttered to himself. Very unsure about what to expect, Aragorn reached around the limp elf and withdrew his tunic he had offered the elf earlier, revealing his side and back. Taking but a look, the ranger wrenched his head up, exclaiming softly in despair. Whip wounds were obvious, and the torture the elf must have been put through burned him deeply. Also along the elves back were gashes, and deep cuts, almost as if someone had scraped blunted blades against the elf's back until they bled, and bled hard. The dried blood the darkened and tainted the elf's back was great in amount, and made it look as if the elf had little back still to speak of. What he did have was dark as the drying blood, beaten while bleeding, as very few monsters would dare do.
Happy that he had picked a spot from which no one could see Legolas's back, nearly against the wall, Aragorn began to clean the elf's back softly, whatever herbs the group had taken were quickly being passed around, and Aragorn called to the elf doing so. Receiving the adequate amount, Aragorn tended the flesh wounds and tears before wrapping them in bandages. That done, he had to wipe smears on his cheeks, still feeling them a little damp under his hand, though he had not been aware he had been tearing for his friend.
As if just remembering something Aragorn moved Legolas onto his back and saw the blood that clung to the prince's face, some of which had run down to his neck. Dark anger personified through the dark bruises that covered him seemed to stretch on indefinitely in some places; one bruise running into another less or more healed one. The blood in his mouth could mean only one thing: internal bleeding. He mourned greatly his lack of usefulness in the area, there was very little he could do other than nurse the elf into a state that his elven body could take up the healing. He was still tearing quietly while taking in the image of his hurting friend, laying in the suffering others had inflicted on him.
Collapsing into his hands, Aragorn allowed himself to forget the world and simply sob over Legolas. Quickly this activity gave him little resistance to the sleep that rushed to claim him. Falling softly from his knees onto the 'carpeted' floor, he fell fast into sleep next to Legolas, sure that the elf would survive the night, angry at the elf for lying about his state of being yet full of brotherly compassion. So he allowed himself to shut out the day, his last thought of Legolas.
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Meanwhile in t he realm of Thranduil quite a different task was underway. Young Elrohir was still resting and regaining his strength, but Elrond and Mithrandir were hard at work, teaching the elven lord how to fight against the power of the Istar and the wizard preparing himself more to clash with one of his own. Not easy was the task, but necessary, for now that the challenge was underway it could not be undone.
"Show me again Mithrandir." Elrond sat cross-legged on a chair, eyes shut, listening intently to the shuffling wizard while gathering back his breath, which had been scattered during the last attempt.
"My friend, you've pushed yourself hard and long already, its quite time for a rest." The wizard was already pouring two glasses of water, staff in the crook of his arm as he moved about.
Furrowing his eyebrows, Elrond looked all the worrier he had grown famously as. "Nay Mithrandir, I can take more..." Sighing as he opened his eyes and took the glass from Gandalf he continued. "...Besides, I can feel them now. I can feel the urgency and struggle; pain, though I can see not why or whom. It weighs heavy on me that three of my sons are now in this trouble yet I sit here in the comforts of a palace."
Innocently yet falsely forgetful, Mithrandir smiled as he spoke to his friend. "Three? Oh yes, I had almost forgotten... you've already taken to calling this rascal a son of yours then?"
Not skipping a beat or thinking about the way he had stated himself the elven lord replied. "He has always been a son to me in heart if not by name. And now that Thranduil has rejected the title of father, I take it up willingly without barrier." Elrond bit back his words even as he spoke them. Thranduil had long rejected the title of father, but only now after finding the situation in its near fullness could Elrond seriously take it on. Elrond did not take things lightly, either. Older than Thranduil by millennia, Elrond would not relinquish his title ever, though he would share it with Thranduil when the elf came back to himself.
"Worry not Elrond, I'm sure all your wayward sons will come home. All those rascals and lost puppies you soft hearted elf carry home with you."
Ertho a Awartho: Unite and abandon, aka: make a formed retreat
Reviews!!!! -passes out Dr. Peppers, and some harder stuff along for those who knwo who they are ~_^
Deana: Bad shape? Legolas? Noooo.... heh. I could never do inflict damage like the queens (C&S) though at times it's fun to attempt ^_^ Soon enough? Probabaly not.
Das Blume: -pours her some of the good stuff- heh. Of course strong... heh... oh heck, I admit it. I hate seeing any Lord of the Rings character acting... non strong and defiantish. Except the hobbits. But hey- forget the hobbits. No, it seems like Aragorn learned very, very little... whooot! Power to premieres! Dont I wish I could've gone to one -_- So far I've only seen it six times anyways...
elfmage: Legolas?! Admit he was injured?! BLASPHEMY! ROFL hehe. Heh, I'm no impressive author, but thanks anywho :) Awww, how did you injure yourself? Spill! lol
lisa: Why, thankyou! I was quite proud of the chapter previous tot he last, and I'm not too fond of this one.
Lembas pot: Where the heck did you get the name?! lol. I've updated!
Iavala: last chappie was better, but ty. This isn't soon, huh? Hmmm... cant think of any way to move faster 0.o; I'm so lazy... :(
LegolasLover2004: I'm writing! Actually, currently, I'm only writing reviews! lol.... .... .... WHAT WAS THAT?!?!?! YOU DON'T LIKE DR. PEPPER?! What kind of monster ARE you?!?! hehe ^_^
Snow- Glory: You love it? Thank you! It's easiest to find for those addicts out there like me that love typing in Legolas and Aragorn and angst ^_^ fun fun fun
Lulu bell: Holy junk girl, long review! YAY! I do love long reviews sooo much, you gets extra Dr. Pepper! Of course the readers love to see extra injured elvies, thats why I put it -innocent grin- Yeah, the misfit thing was fun. You haven't read the books all the way through?!?! What are you doing here?!?! Go read, go read and then go and buy the Lost Book of Tales 1&2 and the Unfinished Tales and the Silmarillion and the Lays of Beleriand and all your book store has and then read those! Everything! ... :o Hero in his Eyes doesn't come close to the best fic anyones ever read silly :P You must be deranged from C&S and Lady V withdraw. Poor dear. Write a view so we can 'chat' again. LOL
tyne: -sheepishly raises hand- That'd probably be all my mistakes, sorry... I dont get betas because ppl are harrassing me for it, so if I have anything to throw to the wolves to keep them satisfied, I do... heh. they're evil. 1:30? niiice. I cant tell you how many times I've pulled something liek that or later finishing up a fanfic read ^_^ Next chappie posted!
Deadly Chakram: Ugh, dont mention popcorn. I just went to RotK for the 6th time, and I was gonna get a small popcorn and some raisenets and a large drink just because I wasn't having dinner, RotK and mid term studying is taking up all my pecious time, forget food! lol, anywho, I go up to the lady and she's like "It's cheaper if you just get the large popcorn' cuz they had this value deal. So I'm like' Sure, no prob- I was hungry anywho!' I really dont like popcorn very much, and that thing was HUGE! gah, my family'll be eating it for the next week -_- Story gettign better and better? I hope so... hope this was not too much of a lull in action to chase you away ^_^;; A King's Ransom is so awesome! -glued to screen rereading whole thing- It's looooong too. heh, time consumer. Forget eating again ^_^
God's Child 27: Hrm... who is it you like? I'll be sure tos tick a dagger to their throat... lol, jk jk. Don't kill me! I've updated! No murder! lol, maybe... btu not me!!!!
Reius Devirix: fantastic? Niiiice... think about that word... are you saying it's some wonderful fantasy? A fantasy as in a fulfilled wish, or ads in elves taking over the world?! lol. TY
Elvenbabe: hmmm, there's the question of the moment. Was Thranduil ever good. In this fic, you'll have to wait. I myself am very into the strict yet loving outlook, though I enjoy bad and good and wonderful Thranduil fics (When referring to his relationship to Legolas or others)
...Das Blume... again? How did you pull that off?!?!?! Legolas in the Funny farm? Lol, funny picture for a funny farm. ^_^
Aly K: Here's MORE, MORE MORE MORE! lol Thranduil, Thranduil, I'm glad more people are caring about him though. Yay ^_^ lol, i love cliffies... as long as I'mw riting them and not reading them! Hah. I portray the characters (Except Thranduil) as I think they are... I just stay true to my canon for them and it works... usually because it's Tolekin's canon, or close to it. (Again, witht he exception of Thranduil) Updated!
Few! DONE! Heh...