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Part 5
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Finally they arrived. A little bit later than planned but they were there in one piece. Elladan passed the great gate of Minas Tirith, followed by his twin brother. The great doors stood open, partly ripped out of their setting. Dead men and orcs lay in their own blood. It was obvious that a war had taken place not long ago. Men and women were picking up shredded pieces of not only buildings but bodies too. The orc corpses were thrown upon a burning heap until there was nothing left but ashes. The twins earned friendly greetings but odd glances too.
They had to walk through the circles of the once blooming city. Ruins were everywhere and Elrohir wondered how long it would take to remove the large stones. Luckily the fires were out leaving ashes everywhere. "Fortunately the war is over. It would have cost more life than we could spare. The humans are worn out." Elladan glanced at his brother. "Not only the humans." Elrohir returned the look and noticed the same weariness in the eyes of his brother that he carried in his own eyes.
Finally the twins reached the last ring. They came upon the platform at the top of the great city. "Look at the tree. There's a small blossom up there." Elrohir smiled. His brother returned the smile after spotting the beauty. "A new hope…" He was cut of by a figure in white open the doors of the throne hall. The twins recognized the old wizard at once.
"Mithrandir?" Elladan thought his eyes betrayed him. "You said you would leave." Gandalf crossed the space between them. His brow was wrinkled and his eyes showed a deep concern. "I have ill news. They grew worse after I spoke with Aragorn." Elrohir grew worried. "What happened? What is this ill news you have?" – "Not here. Follow me, I don't want to risk more than we already have." – "You never stop speaking in mysteries are you?" Gandalf was far ahead of them. Elrohir followed him with fast steps. Elladan shook his head. He would never understand this wizard. Through the centuries he new Gandalf, he changed not the slightest bit. Elladan shook his head in astonishment and started to follow.
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"Legolas has what?" Elrohir couldn't believe his pointed ears. "This stubborn elf. He would jump down a cliff if someone below would call his name." Elladan glared at him. "You would have done the same if you had such a vision." Elladan looked back at Gandalf. "And you send Aragorn after him? How much time were between them?" – "A half day. But that is not everything I have to tell you." Gandalf made a pause. The twins suddenly knew that the worse thing was still coming. "Gwann-Agar is back." Gandalf could read in their faces that they were not entirely surprised. He had suspected this reaction.
"I see you came across him?" Elladan swallowed. "Yes. Or at least we think that it was he. Our horses were slaughtered while we slept. They hung between the trees. The rest of our journey I had the pressing feeling of being watched but not only sometimes but continuous." Elrohir nodded in agreement he had felt it too. "What does he want? After all this time we heard nothing of him." Gandalf looked serious from one to another. "I fear that Gwann-Agar is not the only problem we have to deal with. Some of the small villages in the north were burned down and the townsfolk living there was slaughtered or worse." Eyeing the twins close he continued. "The few survivors reported about an evil creature out of fire. This evil creature could be a Balrog. I fear that we might have problems defending our borders. I suppose that Gwann-Agar rules this army. He was created by Morgoth and it is quite possible that he is able to lead not only over orcs but the Balrog too." Silence filled the room. The twins couldn't say anything.
Gandalf sighed under the heavy weight of the situation. He knew that he was the only one who would have a chance against such an evil creature but he doubted that he would get a third chance if he died again. "Gwann-Agar knows that we have lost many men. Our weapons are blunt and the will to fight is nearly lapsed." – "But there are few orcs left, spread through the world. His army might be small and without the required strength to fight us down." Elladan grew angry about the situation. He was glad that the war was over. He would not allow that someone disturbs that hardly won peace.
"The first thing we should do is to discover, what Gwann-Agar has in mind." – "How should we do this? I don't think that he is stupid enough to let anything slip past him. We can only wait and see what he will do." Gandalf send a knowing gaze to Elrohir. "Yes that is exactly what we will do. We have to watch every step he takes. The first is the vision of Legolas. My heart tells me that there is much more behind his aim that just taking revenge on us or on him."
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An evil smirk spread across his face. His green eyes glittered in the dark. Gwann-Agar listened to the lament for the elven king Thranduil. Many elves stood at the river, mourning over their dead lord. The dark haired elf looked contemptuous at the crowd. "You have no king anymore. What will you do if there is something you cannot defend? What will you do if your princeling will die before he is able to rule over these lands?" An evil smirk formed his lips. He was satisfied with himself. Everything seemed to be like he wanted it. The twins back in Minas Tirith met Gandalf. Aragorn rode after Legolas. Although Gwann-Agar would have thought that they rode together from the beginning but luckily Gandalf had repaired that little fault.
Gwann-Agar crouched over the ground of the forest floor creeping forward. Smirking wide he thought at his short encounter with the blond elf prince. How much I would enjoy seeing you now. Now, that you are dying out of the inside. It torments you. You could have stopped the death of your father if you were faster. You could have rescued him and you know that too. "This time you have nothing left." Gwann-Agar stood up he was thrown back and forth. May be it would be quite interesting to see this elfling like this. Gwann-Agar didn't understand the strong urge to see the other elf but he gave in. His anticipation to see the other elf suffering sped up his pace. His black horse bound on a tree nearby but he would not ride it yet. Gwann-Agar spotted a chance to creep into the dungeons. The elves were too confused to notice an elf that did not belong to them.
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Aragorn sat on a chair beside Legolas bed. His head lulled to the side causing a soft snore to fill the dimly lit room. Legolas lay on the large bed beside him. Blankets covered his chest and the bandages. The elfs eyes were closed. He was healing in his deep sleep. The blond elf shifted slightly waking by the stinging pain in his shoulder.
His dull mind tried to figure out where he was. Legolas gaze wandered through the room. He barely recognised it as his own. A soft snoring attracted him and he discovered Aragorn on a chair to his right. His throat was too hoarse to get out an understandable word. Legolas tried to move but his body still hurt too much to be moved in this position on his own. Aragorn shifted on his seat as if he would have felt the awakening of his elven friend. He threw his head up and his first look went to Legolas. When he found blue eyes staring back at him he sprung up, out of the chair.
The blond elf was too exhausted to show any sign of emotion. "How are you, mellon nin?" Aragorn bent over the bed, feeling the feverish forehead of his friend. Legolas didn't seem to hear him. "Legolas? Can you hear me?" Aragorns worry grew but finally the elf managed to nod in a short answer. Aragorns concern grew and he sat to the right of Legolas. "How are you mellon nin?" – "Fine…" The human had the urge to throw something at his elven friend for this answer. "You cannot be serious." Aragorn caught the hint of a smile on the other ones face. "You should drink something." He turned to the small table behind the chair and grabbed the cup of tea with healing herbs. Supporting Legolas to get his head up, the human helped him to drink in little sips.
Legolas made a face to show his dislike. "That's cold." – "It was hot before but you slept like a …" Dead. Aragorn did not continue his sentence, thinking about Thranduil. Legolas features fell together with his mood. "I'm sorry. I should not have said something foolish like that. Forgive me." Aragorn felt ashamed for being so tactless. Legolas looked at his friend with almost watering eyes. "Don't make your heart heavy. That is not your burden to carry. Of course I forgive you mellon nin." Legolas knew that he was still weak but he could not stand staying in his bed any longer. Aragorn thought about what Legolas said and he realised, that Legolas blamed himself for his fathers dead. "Legolas look at me" It took a moment before blue eyes met his. "You aren't responsible for his dead. It was merely an accident that could have happened to everyone." Legolas grew angry. "That is the problem. It was no accident. It happened because of me; because a single twisted mind planned that to be my future. I am the reason if you like it or not. Or who else is to blame? The spiders? No, because normally they aren't in this part of the wood." Legolas ignored the pain in his shoulder. He felt a stormy rage in his body but it wasn't against Aragorn, even if he screamed at him, it was because of himself and because he had met Gwann-Agar.
Legolas shoved the blanket away, rolling on his left side. Aragorn shook himself out of the shock he was driven into through Legolas rage and sprang up. "What have you in mind? You will stay in this bed until you are recovered. The arrow wound has slightly broken your right shoulder blade." – "I will go insane in here. I can nothing do but sleeping or thinking. In both ways I am haunted by nightmares." Aragorn sighed. He tried to understand what the elf was going through but even then he couldn't get it why the elf attempted to kill himself.
Legolas swung his legs over the edge, sitting up in the same motion. His head spun and the blond elf thought he might black out again. Sweat of exhaustion covered his wrinkled brow. The wound in his shoulder blade throbbed painfully. Legolas gritted his teeth; he knew that if Aragorn would see his agony he was never allowed to leave the bed. His ashen face grew even paler. The elf barely noticed the hand on his arm, steadying him. Legolas world got blurred but he fought against it with all strength that was left.
Aragorn furrowed his brow in concern. His friend seemed to be near the edge of passing out again. "You should lay down again Legolas. I fear that you will pass out if you overexert yourself now." The blond elf slightly shook his head, not able to say anything. "Where do you want to go?" Aragorn knelt down before Legolas, laying his hands upon the elfs knees. Legolas looked down at the hands of the human. "Away from here." His voice cracked and a sob escaped him. Closing his eyes, he let the held tears flow over his face. Aragorn took the crying elf in his arms without hesitation. He could not say that everything was fine because it was far away from fine. The only thing he could give was comfort and especially giving his friend the feeling to be not alone. The man knew that he was the only person left that the prince would call family.
"Oh how touching." Aragorn spun around, startled by the intruder. Someone stood near the door in the shadows. Legolas turned his head; a deep shudder flew through his body, foreshadowing his thoughts. He knew this voice well enough to not recognize the dark elf. Aragorn stood up, leaving Legolas sitting on the edge of the bed. "Who are you?" The intruder in the shadow laughed. "You can't be serious. We have spent several days together. I must admit that was some time ago. You changed a bit. You have many more wrinkles in your face." Aragorn had not to see the face of the other one to see the smirk on his lips. "Who are you?" The human grew impatient. His premonition was too strong.
Legolas trembled. His body got colder and ached. In his weakness, he could hear his own surprisingly steady words. "You have killed my father." Gwann-Agar stepped out of the shadow his gaze fixed on Aragorn while he spoke with the prince. The dark haired elf knew that the other elf was no danger at the moment. "Oh I have done nothing to him. Your father was responsible for the one important careless moment by himself. I am innocent." Now Aragorn was the one to laugh. "You are everything else but innocent you filthy coward." Anger filled his voice. "You have not even the courage to say the truth in front of us or to fight man against man." Aragorn didn't know why he added this and he soon found out that it was foolish.
Gwann-Agars grin vanished; his expression became serious. "You want to fight me?" Aragorn remained silent his gaze wandered to his weapon, leaning against the chair. Gwann-Agar took the few steps to stand in front of the king. Before Aragorn could react, a hand encircled his throat and he was pressed up against the wall. The king could barely breathe. "You want to fight against me?" Gwann-Agar used his other hand to land a blow in the face of the man. Aragorn could feel blood trickle down his nose. He saw the next blow coming but he couldn't escape the elfs grasp on his throat. This blow was with more strength and landed on his chin. Aragorns head snapped back against the wall; he nearly passed out. He black haired elf let him drop to the ground. "You are nothing more but a week human with week blood cursing in your veins."
Legolas tried to stand up, not able to watch any longer. He ignored his pain stricken back and leaned with his left arm against the wall, heaving his body into a standing position. Gwann-Agar did not see him, or so it seemed. The dark haired elf drew out a small dagger and bent down to have a better sight on Aragorns throat. "What would you say if I cut your throat?" Aragorn tried to show no expression. In the corner of his eyes he could see Legolas sneaking up on Gwann-Agar. "I don't think that you will do it." Aragorn tried to distract the elf. "You are right. I will not slit your throat; it would be too easy to die right away. I have other plans for you."
In a sudden movement, Gwann-Agar turned to Legolas, gripping blond hair and hauling the other elf with his back turned to him. In another fluid motion he pressed the small dagger at the princes throat. "I wondered how you are faring." Legolas was too surprised and angry to answer. Gwann-Agar brought his face next to Legolas. "I hope you aren't too sad that your father is dead." He let the words sank in and cause the desired effect. Gwann-Agar wanted to see the expression on the blond elfs face and he spun him around and pressed him against the wall, in an almost similar way like he had Aragorn before.
The blond elf tried to back away. Anger filled his mind, overlaying his great grieve. Gwann-Agar grabbed Legolas shoulders and slammed him in the wall, earning a loud groan. "You will be able to see your father soon enough. But not until you have seen many, many things, you don't want to see." Legolas turned his head away. His breath came in short gasps. If he wouldn't be hold in place he would sack on the ground. Gwann-Agar pressed his body closer. He could feel the slight struggle of the blond elf, too weak to fight properly. "You will wish to be dead before the end is near. When your friends are already dead, you will be the only one living at my mercy and I promise you that I will you beg me to stop many times before I will end your life."
Gwann-Agar could feel that Legolas was close to passing out. He grabbed the blond elfs chin and licked over his cheek. "We will meet again." Gwann-Agar stepped away. With a bright smirk on his face, he let Legolas drop to the ground and left the room.
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