Chapter 17
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Legolas was welcomed back into the world by dizzying light, glaring at him. The fact that it was light scared him, and for a while he remembered only the dungeon he occupied. The feel of ease in this place calmed him though, and the quiet whispers of the worried trees bade him open his eyes, they missed him. Obeying dutifully those whom he loved, he was even more confused when he fully opened his eyes, and the eyes of Lord Elrond hovered above him.
"Wh... Where am I?" Legolas asked, quite confused by all he found around him.
Elrond smiled at him, though worry lingered in his eyes. "You are home young one. do not you hear the trees sing in delight?" Even the Noldor who could not hear the trees as Legolas could could still tell they were delighted.
Legolas shut his eyes again and listened to the trees, who did sing of joy and celebration now that he had returned. "Yes, they've always loved me. Though I know not why."
A small smile tinged Elrond's lips as he reached for some water, gently lifting up Legolas's head to allow him to drink. He did not even respond to Legolas's question, for the wood elf had long since stopped listening to their assurances on such matters. Even if he wanted to talk, he would not get another word in edge wise now that Legolas was recovering his memory, for the prince had questions of his own.
"Lord Elrond- where is my father? Is he all right? Please tell me it is so!" Yet again, Legolas felt pained he did not ask for his father first.
It was Gandalf who stepped in for the now mute Elrond. "Your father is physically fine Legolas. The stab wound to his calf healed properly, thanks to Lord Elrond." The wizard stepped forward and gently patted Legolas's hand. "I shouldn't wonder why you decided to not let anyone know he was... unstable in other areas, of course."
Legolas began to turn an angry shade of red and set an accusatory glance upon Lord Elrond. "You told him. You had no right..."
"Hold your tongue, Sindar, lest you say something you will regret. It was not Elrond who told me, so stop your glaring. And no, Aragorn neither. I figured it out on my own dear elf, though I could not define it till recently." Gandalf stated patiently.
As he felt his anger abate, Legolas turned confused eyes upon Gandalf. "Still the riddles Mithrandir. But now, you must tell me- is there something you aren't telling me about my father?"
Obviously feeling mischievous, Gandalf chewed on his pipe before saying. "Why should we tell you if you didn't tell us."
Legolas let out an exasperated sigh, though he could tell the truth of the words. "Please Istar, I wish of word of my father. Or shall I go to him?" Legolas made as if to sit himself up, but Elrond hurriedly pushed the elf back down.
A staff gently tapped the floor, telling Legolas Mithrandir was moving around him to Elrond's side. "Let's not be foolish. You are not well, and it would do much harm if not for you then for our plan."
"Your 'plan'. You tease me and tell me not of a 'plan'?" Legolas was slowly growing more agitated, not a very good patient to begin with.
Mithrandir could hide it from the elf, but he'd feel horrible later, he relented- and the elf seemed to have stone hard determination to know. So, Mithrandir let him in on the happenings of the time- and on his father's condition. After hearing his father was being controlled by a wizard and had be for thousands of years Legolas's eyes widened. "I won't believe it!" Yet he did, deep down. The wizard's estimation of the time made sense... whenever he was 479... He shut his eyes tightly, trying to empty his mind of memory.
Even Gandalf was startled when the trees seemed to grow darker and more eerie, now filled with a sadness they had not had minutes earlier, as if they felt the prince's pain and emotion. "Legolas?" The wizard questioned the elf slightly, if the trees felt something- it must be strong indeed inside the wood elf.
Legolas's eyes snapped open and he gave Gandalf a scathing glance. "I will see my father." He made again as if to sit up, and Elrond moved to push him down again but Gandalf's staff blocked him. The wizard and the elven lord connected eyes and shared a moment of wordless explanation before Elrond slowly nodded, standing back and out of the way.
"You will not leave here. Stop moving or I will put a binding spell on you."
Stated simply, the implications of such a thing were original. Never had Legolas felt a negative force from a wizard. Oh well, this'd be a first. "I'm going, so stop me if you can." With a ragged breath he pulled himself up. Fire built up inside him and spread its heat everywhere over his body, and he longed to discard the blanket laid on top of him.
Suddenly he felt his muscles clench, and against his will they went completely still. He expected to fall backwards but he felt Lord Elrond lower him gently. So the wizard had resorted to a spell. Frustration at the situation gripped Legolas as he realized he could not even move his finger, struggling with invisible bands of power. His hatred to his own inability suddenly flew to the one who had set the spell.
"Nor an Udun Mithrandir." Legolas spat angrily, then turned away from both Gandalf and Lord Elrond, too angry to listen to his own mind's reason. A man heard this too, who stood in the doorway between the two rooms. And said man was utterly shocked. Sure, he'd heard his friend swear before, but never had Legolas spoken with utmost respect to someone in authority. Especially Mithrandir, who Aragorn knew the prince held dear, in spite of his harsh words.
Gandalf stiffened and slowly left, leaving Elrond alone with an immobile elf prince, filled to the brim with ire. Gandalf saw the ranger watching and stiffly signaled him to come forward and follow him out of this guest suite and one across the hall where they'd have some privacy. While Aragorn did want to see his friend, he had the distinct idea this wasn't the greatest time, so skipped out on it.
As soon as the next door was shut, Gandalf turned to Aragorn. "Some water? You must've just gotten up. After days of keeping watch over Legolas, you picked the best time to fall asleep." Gandalf poured some drinks for the two as he talked. "No worries though. I'm sure you'll be able to speak with him soon, he cools down fairly quickly for being a descendant of Oropher."
Blinking as if surprised, Aragorn graciously accepted his drink. "Then... you're not mad at Legolas?"
To make the man's surprise more complete, Gandalf began to laugh. "After a slight like that? My dear boy, I have heard worse aimed at me than that. And I cannot say I did not give Legolas a reason. It pains me to have to use such spells on friends. Somehow, it always feels like abusing my power."
"Legolas won't be too happy with himself when he realizes what he said." Aragorn replied while sipping his drink.
Under a concerned facade was a mirthful wizard. "No, he won't be pleased at all. Will probably torture himself endlessly over it, that boy has too little forgiveness for himself. Much too much loyalty to others, much too much respect... indeed it is the good ones that suffer. No wonder you and your brothers turned out so bothersome." The wizard was teasing, but it was funny to see the mock-pained look on Aragorn's face anyways. "I believe I could ask Legolas to do anything at this point, and he'd see it done. His own guilt will be so high, I could ask him to be my slave for a century and he'd give not a complaint, rather insist he serve me for a millennia."
"Gandalf!" The man couldn't even guess why the Istar's mind went as it did, but it was amusing none the less.
"And then of course his orc brained friend would duel me for my claim and inadvertently end up with a slave. Though I'm not quite sure you're ready for elven slaves though."
"Gandalf!!!" Why in the world was the wizard so maliciously teasing him and the stubborn elf in the other room?
Suddenly they were joined by two other entities, who now slid around Aragorn, as if about to restrain him. Elrohir raised an eyebrow at the remarks he had heard. "What is this about taking elven slaves Estel?"
Aragorn set his drink down on the table hard, making an aggravated clink before throwing his arms up into the air. "Now you've got my brother's thinking I'm a Poros trader. Thank you Gandalf, you've been a great help today." The wizard was too busy laughing.
Hehe- thanks all. Now comes my fave time of the day, Dr. Pepper time! lol- and review time.
Reviews:
Sadie: Lol, sorry for confusing you over being confused, I was just setting your confusion straight. Does this confuse you or have I successfully straightened your confused confusion?
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Deana: Ahhh!! I love having authors review! Cuz then I can rave about loving their stuff instead of mine! Mwahahaha! LOL, write more, and soon XD.
Dur En Thurin Naur: LOL, it's like- They are all mad at each other, I love it... or, they all don't know he's dying... i love it! lol. Post more! Need more! lol!
Deadly Chakram: No kickign evil wizard's butt yet, sorry. And no- I'm no good at plot twists, I lose myself before they figure out where they're going. . Ugh... lol
Faenaduial: Yes, many people have whapped me over the head for the typos, but I'm seriously just too... lazy. I'll admit it. Oh well, I go slow as dirt already, might as well keep the statement out there.
Inu Lover: LOL!!!! You better believe Dr. Pepper makes the world taste better! Originality! Yeah! You realize originality is just a word to make weird people sound cool? Awesome word...
legolasfan1: Your wish is my command.
Hehe! Done! Yay! Dr. Pepper! Yay! -sigh- This is so stressful . lol
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Legolas was welcomed back into the world by dizzying light, glaring at him. The fact that it was light scared him, and for a while he remembered only the dungeon he occupied. The feel of ease in this place calmed him though, and the quiet whispers of the worried trees bade him open his eyes, they missed him. Obeying dutifully those whom he loved, he was even more confused when he fully opened his eyes, and the eyes of Lord Elrond hovered above him.
"Wh... Where am I?" Legolas asked, quite confused by all he found around him.
Elrond smiled at him, though worry lingered in his eyes. "You are home young one. do not you hear the trees sing in delight?" Even the Noldor who could not hear the trees as Legolas could could still tell they were delighted.
Legolas shut his eyes again and listened to the trees, who did sing of joy and celebration now that he had returned. "Yes, they've always loved me. Though I know not why."
A small smile tinged Elrond's lips as he reached for some water, gently lifting up Legolas's head to allow him to drink. He did not even respond to Legolas's question, for the wood elf had long since stopped listening to their assurances on such matters. Even if he wanted to talk, he would not get another word in edge wise now that Legolas was recovering his memory, for the prince had questions of his own.
"Lord Elrond- where is my father? Is he all right? Please tell me it is so!" Yet again, Legolas felt pained he did not ask for his father first.
It was Gandalf who stepped in for the now mute Elrond. "Your father is physically fine Legolas. The stab wound to his calf healed properly, thanks to Lord Elrond." The wizard stepped forward and gently patted Legolas's hand. "I shouldn't wonder why you decided to not let anyone know he was... unstable in other areas, of course."
Legolas began to turn an angry shade of red and set an accusatory glance upon Lord Elrond. "You told him. You had no right..."
"Hold your tongue, Sindar, lest you say something you will regret. It was not Elrond who told me, so stop your glaring. And no, Aragorn neither. I figured it out on my own dear elf, though I could not define it till recently." Gandalf stated patiently.
As he felt his anger abate, Legolas turned confused eyes upon Gandalf. "Still the riddles Mithrandir. But now, you must tell me- is there something you aren't telling me about my father?"
Obviously feeling mischievous, Gandalf chewed on his pipe before saying. "Why should we tell you if you didn't tell us."
Legolas let out an exasperated sigh, though he could tell the truth of the words. "Please Istar, I wish of word of my father. Or shall I go to him?" Legolas made as if to sit himself up, but Elrond hurriedly pushed the elf back down.
A staff gently tapped the floor, telling Legolas Mithrandir was moving around him to Elrond's side. "Let's not be foolish. You are not well, and it would do much harm if not for you then for our plan."
"Your 'plan'. You tease me and tell me not of a 'plan'?" Legolas was slowly growing more agitated, not a very good patient to begin with.
Mithrandir could hide it from the elf, but he'd feel horrible later, he relented- and the elf seemed to have stone hard determination to know. So, Mithrandir let him in on the happenings of the time- and on his father's condition. After hearing his father was being controlled by a wizard and had be for thousands of years Legolas's eyes widened. "I won't believe it!" Yet he did, deep down. The wizard's estimation of the time made sense... whenever he was 479... He shut his eyes tightly, trying to empty his mind of memory.
Even Gandalf was startled when the trees seemed to grow darker and more eerie, now filled with a sadness they had not had minutes earlier, as if they felt the prince's pain and emotion. "Legolas?" The wizard questioned the elf slightly, if the trees felt something- it must be strong indeed inside the wood elf.
Legolas's eyes snapped open and he gave Gandalf a scathing glance. "I will see my father." He made again as if to sit up, and Elrond moved to push him down again but Gandalf's staff blocked him. The wizard and the elven lord connected eyes and shared a moment of wordless explanation before Elrond slowly nodded, standing back and out of the way.
"You will not leave here. Stop moving or I will put a binding spell on you."
Stated simply, the implications of such a thing were original. Never had Legolas felt a negative force from a wizard. Oh well, this'd be a first. "I'm going, so stop me if you can." With a ragged breath he pulled himself up. Fire built up inside him and spread its heat everywhere over his body, and he longed to discard the blanket laid on top of him.
Suddenly he felt his muscles clench, and against his will they went completely still. He expected to fall backwards but he felt Lord Elrond lower him gently. So the wizard had resorted to a spell. Frustration at the situation gripped Legolas as he realized he could not even move his finger, struggling with invisible bands of power. His hatred to his own inability suddenly flew to the one who had set the spell.
"Nor an Udun Mithrandir." Legolas spat angrily, then turned away from both Gandalf and Lord Elrond, too angry to listen to his own mind's reason. A man heard this too, who stood in the doorway between the two rooms. And said man was utterly shocked. Sure, he'd heard his friend swear before, but never had Legolas spoken with utmost respect to someone in authority. Especially Mithrandir, who Aragorn knew the prince held dear, in spite of his harsh words.
Gandalf stiffened and slowly left, leaving Elrond alone with an immobile elf prince, filled to the brim with ire. Gandalf saw the ranger watching and stiffly signaled him to come forward and follow him out of this guest suite and one across the hall where they'd have some privacy. While Aragorn did want to see his friend, he had the distinct idea this wasn't the greatest time, so skipped out on it.
As soon as the next door was shut, Gandalf turned to Aragorn. "Some water? You must've just gotten up. After days of keeping watch over Legolas, you picked the best time to fall asleep." Gandalf poured some drinks for the two as he talked. "No worries though. I'm sure you'll be able to speak with him soon, he cools down fairly quickly for being a descendant of Oropher."
Blinking as if surprised, Aragorn graciously accepted his drink. "Then... you're not mad at Legolas?"
To make the man's surprise more complete, Gandalf began to laugh. "After a slight like that? My dear boy, I have heard worse aimed at me than that. And I cannot say I did not give Legolas a reason. It pains me to have to use such spells on friends. Somehow, it always feels like abusing my power."
"Legolas won't be too happy with himself when he realizes what he said." Aragorn replied while sipping his drink.
Under a concerned facade was a mirthful wizard. "No, he won't be pleased at all. Will probably torture himself endlessly over it, that boy has too little forgiveness for himself. Much too much loyalty to others, much too much respect... indeed it is the good ones that suffer. No wonder you and your brothers turned out so bothersome." The wizard was teasing, but it was funny to see the mock-pained look on Aragorn's face anyways. "I believe I could ask Legolas to do anything at this point, and he'd see it done. His own guilt will be so high, I could ask him to be my slave for a century and he'd give not a complaint, rather insist he serve me for a millennia."
"Gandalf!" The man couldn't even guess why the Istar's mind went as it did, but it was amusing none the less.
"And then of course his orc brained friend would duel me for my claim and inadvertently end up with a slave. Though I'm not quite sure you're ready for elven slaves though."
"Gandalf!!!" Why in the world was the wizard so maliciously teasing him and the stubborn elf in the other room?
Suddenly they were joined by two other entities, who now slid around Aragorn, as if about to restrain him. Elrohir raised an eyebrow at the remarks he had heard. "What is this about taking elven slaves Estel?"
Aragorn set his drink down on the table hard, making an aggravated clink before throwing his arms up into the air. "Now you've got my brother's thinking I'm a Poros trader. Thank you Gandalf, you've been a great help today." The wizard was too busy laughing.
Hehe- thanks all. Now comes my fave time of the day, Dr. Pepper time! lol- and review time.
Reviews:
Sadie: Lol, sorry for confusing you over being confused, I was just setting your confusion straight. Does this confuse you or have I successfully straightened your confused confusion?
LegolasLover2004: Anytime I get a compliment it's opposite day... especially form Dr. Pepper haters :P
Deana: Ahhh!! I love having authors review! Cuz then I can rave about loving their stuff instead of mine! Mwahahaha! LOL, write more, and soon XD.
Dur En Thurin Naur: LOL, it's like- They are all mad at each other, I love it... or, they all don't know he's dying... i love it! lol. Post more! Need more! lol!
Deadly Chakram: No kickign evil wizard's butt yet, sorry. And no- I'm no good at plot twists, I lose myself before they figure out where they're going. . Ugh... lol
Faenaduial: Yes, many people have whapped me over the head for the typos, but I'm seriously just too... lazy. I'll admit it. Oh well, I go slow as dirt already, might as well keep the statement out there.
Inu Lover: LOL!!!! You better believe Dr. Pepper makes the world taste better! Originality! Yeah! You realize originality is just a word to make weird people sound cool? Awesome word...
legolasfan1: Your wish is my command.
Hehe! Done! Yay! Dr. Pepper! Yay! -sigh- This is so stressful . lol