Ho folks. Me again. Happy holidays!
Disclaimer: Tolkien is dead. I am not. So using logic, I have deduced that I am not Tolkien.
It has come to my attention that I need to clarify a few things. I will never ever write slash. I will most likely never write any romance. No romance in this story for sure. It is just not my thing. Any love I talk about is brotherly love.
Much thanks goes to Anarya for betaing this story for me.
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Aragorn heard people coming down the corridor. He didn't worry until they stopped at his cell door. He hid in a darkened corner of the cell. Aragorn heard the key in the lock, but it didn't open.
"Stupid door wont open." One said in a gruff voice.
"Try again, master wont like it if we come back empty-handed."
"Why do we have to get this dog in the first place? Master is dealing with the elf right now."
Aragorn's ears pricked at the mention of Legolas
"Because he said so bozo, and the elf is dead."
"Not my fault for that. I pity the man whose fault it is. Suppose he wont be around much longer, probably end up dog meat like that ranger did."
"Yeah, well so will we if we don't get this lock fixed." Aragorn heard a third voice say.
For a while all Aragorn could hear were the grunts and groans of the men as the tried unsuccessfully to unlock the door. Then the conversation struck up again.
"I wish the master wouldn't give us such dangerous jobs. He says it is because we are dispensable. Does he think I don't know what that means?"
"What does it mean?"
"Oi, this one is dense. It means we are he best."
"Oh, that's good. I always thought it meant you could get rid of it and it wouldn't matter."
"This lock's no good," One said. "We are going to have to go get help."
"The master is not going to be happy about this." Another said.
"Well he will be less happy if we don't get the dog there on time."
Aragorn could feel the fear grip his heart. Legolas could not be dead. He was too strong to die.
A tear ran down the man's cheek. The dog nuzzled him. He looked into the dog's deep amber eyes.
They seemed to tell Aragon that everything would be all right.
Kancarch wagged his tail and whined. Aragorn stroked his soft fur. It
somehow seemed to calm him, but his soul was still in turmoil to think that
Legolas, his best friend, had died, and he had not been there to prevent it.
Light footsteps pattered down the passageway. After that all was quiet for
a time. He heard men come back down the corridor, and then all was silent,
not even the dog made a noise. "As if they are all mourning Legolas' passing,"
thought Aragorn.
But the silence could not last forever and after about ten minutes more people came down the corridor. These stopped at his door and Aragorn returned to his corner.
This time some one else also came with them. Aragorn heard the key being inserted into the lock again. The he heard it turn and the locked clicked.
"You fool, you turned it the wrong way!"
"No we didn't! We tried both ways."
"Well I guess you just didn't try hard enough."
The men entered into the cell.
"Where is that stupid dog?" one asked. He had a patch over his left eye, but his other one shone brightly in the darkness. He looked about twenty.
"I don't know. He'd better not jump out on me or I'll kill him." One of the others said nervously gripping his weapon.
One eye removed a piece of meat that was mostly fat and stuck it on the end of a sharp stick.
"Then the master will kill you like he killed the one who gave that elf to much sucynel," one eye growled back.
"Lets get the dog and get out of here. This place gives be the creeps." The one with the knife said.
Two moved to either side of the door. Each was holding a long stick with a noose tied onto the end. One Eye called the dog.
"Here doggie. Look what I got for you. A nice piece of meat. Come and get it." One eye crooned.
Kancarch sat up.
"That's it, old fella, come and get the meat."
The dog walked cautiously forward and sniffed the food. Then he took it and swallowed it whole. At that second the other two men looped their nooses around the wolf dog's head and pulled them tight. Kancarch growled and tried to get his head out, but failed. Meanwhile one eye grabbed him and tied a muzzle on him. The dog did not like it, but could not do anything because of the position of the ropes. He growled but then calmed down a little as they removed the ropes and put on a leash made of strong cord. Then they pulled him out of the room.
They did not close the door behind them as they left and Aragorn saw his chance to escape.
He waited until the footsteps had faded before getting up and starting out the door.
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Marianna was working with an injured dragon when a man burst into the cell and called to her.
"Healer, the elf master has stopped breathing. Come quickly." The man started out the door and
Marianna followed at a jog.
Marianna was working with an injured dragon when a man burst into the cell
and called to her.
"What happened?" Marianna asked.
"Sucynel poisoning. They gave him too much of the brew."
"And how many lives have you wasted this year using that foul stuff?!" Marianna asked.
The runner looked nervous.
"Well yes, a few have died because of it, but it is such a useful tool. And
you have saved your fair share of the ones who would have died. As long as
we have you everything will be fine!"
"Who says I shall always be here?"
"Don't talk like that. Master would not like it."
"Since when have I cared what your master thinks? If my father was here-"
"But he is not. Here we are now luv. Do your magic."
Marianna had chosen long ago to become a healer. Her father was a chieftain
of a tribe far away. They worshiped the Valar, and the Valar sometimes chose
to bless them, but with the blessing also came a curse to humble the blessed
one. She had been one of the blessed ones. When she came of age the Valar
had come to her. They had given her a choice. She could have beauty greater
than even the evenstar, but she would die young. She could have wealth
greater than anyone, but with that wealth came many wars and she would
always have enemies trying to get her wealth. Or she could have the simple
gift of healing, but she could not heal herself. She had weighed the choices
and finally after several days of contemplation had chosen the gift of
healing. The Valar had approved of her choice and she was favored in their
eyes.
Marianna entered the room. The elf was on the floor surrounded by men. His
face was white with a blue tint to it, and his lips were blue.
Marianna wondered if she wasn't too late already.
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Aragorn crept down the passageway. The torches dimly lit his way. He headed in
the opposite direction from the men.
He passed several doors. One was opened. It looked like it lead into a
storage room. He did not stop to look inside.
Then he passed some more cells like the one he had been kept in. Growls and other noises
came from inside them. Aragon shivered.
'Now I know why Legolas hates caves,' he thought with a smile.
There was a sound of water dripping into a puddle that nearly drove Aragorn insane...
Then another sound caught his attention. Voices were coming closer from the
direction he was headed. Aragorn quickly backtracked to the storage rooms
and hid in one of them. After the voices faded Aragorn waited for a while
before getting up. The position he was in however, made getting out
impossible without knocking over some boxes. They fell with a thud and
Aragorn winced at the sound. One of the boxes came open. Inside were several
sets of uniforms like the ones the men had been wearing. On the breastplate it had a simple
design of a snake on a branch. He decided to put one
of them on.
Aragorn found a uniform about his size. The make was not unlike
that of the townsfolk of the small villages near his elven home, but it was
very uncomfortable for Aragorn, who had always worn the clothing of the elves.
He hid his own clothes in an unused wooden box in the corner and piled
some other boxes on it for good measure. Then he rummaged through some other
boxes and found a sword and a small dagger, which he tied to his ankle.
Then he continued on his way. Several men passed him but took no notice now
that he was in the uniform of the guards.
Aragorn decided to look for Legolas. It was the least he could do. His mind
told him that his best friend was dead, but his heart still hoped to find him alive.
He headed towards the other cells and looked in each one of them. All of
them were the same; small, dark cells with straw on the ground and some sort
of animal inside. Once he looked into a cell and saw an orc. Aragorn was glad that
he had not been fed to him for dinner.
He continued down the line, but none of the cells contained his friend.
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Drecyl walked down the hall with purpose. He was second in command to the master and he enjoyed his job. When he rounded a corner he saw something he did not expect, one of the lower guards was looking in each cell and gawking.
"What do you think this is, a circus?" Drecyl asked. "And why are not on duty? What is your name and number? I am going to have to write you up." He smirked as the man turned around.
"My name is Havar, and my number is 10551." Aragorn said, thinking quickly. He wondered why he had not heard the human come up.
"You lie. That number is too long to be one of ours. Hey wait, I recognize you. You're that ranger. How'd you get out?" Dercyl questioned again, but Aragorn just took off.
Aragorn's leg was bothering him, but he knew he must get away. He ducked into one of the storage rooms and hid in the back, when he heard the man leave he let out a sigh of relief.
'How will I get out of this I wonder.' thought Aragorn. He was about to get up when the door clicked and opened with a screech.
"Come on. I know you are in here. Did you really think I would be taken by that ploy?" Dercyl questioned.
'This guy likes to ask stupid questions.' Thought Aragorn with a smirk, but it turned into a scowl as the torchlight went right past him.
"Ah, there you are." The man started towards him, but he was looking past him. Aragorn looked and saw the form of a man sitting against the back wall. A plan was forming in his head. Once the man passed, Aragorn snuck from his position and slipped out hi dagger. The sword would make to much noise. Suddenly the man leaning against the wall raised his hand.
"Cheers!"
"Wha-" The man stopped.
"Oh, hey captain. Want a bottle. Good stuff." The man had a slur to his voice and was obviously drunk.
Aragorn decided that this was the best time to attack the captain, and did so by driving the dagger into his opponent's back.
"Aha! There you are." The captain had seen the movement out of the corner of his eye and moved just in time.
"You want a fight, then that is what you will get." Said the captain. Then he raised his sword and swung it at Aragorn.
Aragorn stepped back and blocked the sword with his dagger in his left hand, pulling out his own sword with his right. The force of the sword pushed Aragorn's hand back and the sword cut his arm. Blood poured through the cut making that hand slippery, so Aragon dropped his dagger.
This time Aragorn swung. His opponent blocked it, but he was surprised at the strength of the blow. He dropped the torch so he was able to fight with both hands. The torch landed on the ground and didn't catch anything on fire. Aragorn had no problem keeping the upper hand until the drunk understood what they were doing and joined the fight. Since the drunk had no weapon he grabbed a bottle of wine and through it at Aragorn. Aragorn blocked it with his arm and the pain made him hiss in pain. The bottle then hit the ground and broke. The drunk threw a few more and soon the ground was slippery with wine and covered with glass. Aragorn didn't know what happened, but while he was blocking a blow from the captain the drunk must have snuck behind him because the next thing he knew he was on the ground with a bad headache and the captain's sword at his neck. The broken glass cut his back, and the blood and wine mixed together, but that was the least of his problems.
Drecyl was angry at the drunk for wasting all their wine, but he would deal with that later.
"Now ranger, you will die." The man traced his sword down Aragorn's neck and chest to right over his heart. Then he plunged his sword downward.
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Elrond awoke early in the morning. The sun was just coming over the horizon. But Elrond did not notice the sunrise. His attention was elsewhere. Something was wrong. He looked over to the cot where Elladan was supposed to be. He was gone! But that was not what had alerted him. It was something else. Something was missing. Then he knew what it was. He rushed to his middle son's bedside. He was not breathing. Elrond checked his pulse. He didn't find it. He was dead. Elrohir was dead!
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Elladan watched as three hawks circled ever upward, riding on warm thermals until they disappeared behind some clouds. They reminded him of how he and his brothers were. Only, one was missing.
Although Legolas was not blood kin, they had been close for a long time and Elladan loved him as he did his own self. It was the same love he had for all his siblings. Elladan would rather die than see his brothers in peril. That was why he had to leave. To know that he could do nothing to help Elrohir nearly killed him. He had to do something. So he had set out in the middle of the night against his father's orders. Elladan was not superstitious, but a sense of foreboding came over him. He felt like the three birds were an omen and it chilled his heart. One of his brothers would not make it through this alive.
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What do you think about Marianna? Hopefully she is not a Mary Sue. Tell me if you think she is. She will not fall in love with any of the main characters. As I said before, I don't do romance, to complicated.
Deana: Yes, poor Legolas. Thanks for the review!
Star-Stallion: My soon every three weeks instead of four, lol. BUT NOT FOR OTHER PEOPLE! I want them to update every week. Nods hypocritical I know, but aren't we all. The drink is horrible, especially when it has the possibility of killing Legolas.
Mornflower: No slash, ever. I might kill someone though. I just got through reading a book where they actually Killed someone. The main character at that. It has gotten me into this pauses mood is the only way to describe it.
Moonyasha: Why not Legolas? Yay! A new reviewer! Thanks for reviewing!
Hyperactiveforever: Lol! Actually I have been meaning to listen evanescence, but haven't got around to it. I like switchfoot better. Is evanescence good? I know they are because everybody likes them. What kind of music do they play? But I do know how you feel. Listening to this one song makes me want to cry just normally, adding a nice agnsty song and you can't catch the tears in a bucket.
Mwahaha. But I like killing him, and Elrohir. It is FUN!
Don't worry; Elladan will get his fair share of hurts soon.
Elladan: Who says we have to be fair about these things?!
Astievia: We don't, you want more?
It couldn't be worse than living with two pairs of identical twins, several animals, hurricanes, Jack sparrow, Will turner and only one computer. Or could it? Thanks for your review.
Anarya: OF COURSE I KILLED HIM! Why else would I write this story? It is actually a very elaborate scheme to kill Legolas. MWAHAHAHAHA! Or maybe it is a scheme to drive my beta crazy with mussel, muscle and muzzle. J/K Thanks for the review and your help!
gets down on knees Please review. Pretty please with sugar on top. Maybe if you review I shall reverse my decision about killing VVVVV Muse: Sorry, couldn't let her give away any of the story.
Ok, if you review I shall give you nice warm Holiday cookies. So please review!