This is my first fanfic so be kind please (though all reviews good and bad
are very welcome).
Disclaimer: I do not, repeat DO NOT, own any of these characters. J.R.R.
Tolkien does and I have utterly no problems with that at all.
Oh yes and if my story is the same as anyone else's I am soooooooo sorry. I
would love to read all the LotR stories but I don't have the time. Please
if it is the same, don't be mad, PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE.
Right, all you people reading this story, it is set just after the battle
of Helm's Deep and for some strange reason Haldir is still alive. That's
all you need to know.
It was after Helm's Deep – but not far after – when Aragorn realised something was wrong. Walking round, talking to Theoden, Gimli and Gandalf, he hadn't noticed anything but now he definitely did. Legolas was nowhere to be found. In a conversation with more than two other people in it, the elf would normally keep quiet so that's why Aragorn hadn't noticed his disappearance yet. But afterwards, if Legolas was talking to Aragorn and if the Man had been in the conversation, the Prince would have had the future King in tears of laughter. That was what Aragorn was missing. Glancing over at Gimli, he saw the dwarf standing near to Haldir, both of them looking around. Aragorn got up off the stair he had been sitting on and walked over to his friends.
"Laddie!" said Gimli, barely looking at the human, "Do you know where that pointy-eared little princeling is? Because we can't see him anywhere." Aragorn smiled at Gimli's slightly cryptic way of referring to Legolas. The elf hated Gimli calling him that, in fact he hated anyone calling him that, and Aragorn had figured out how to translate it into Elvish, which he was going to tell Gimli, his foster brothers – Elladan and Elohir –, Arwen, Elrond and Gandalf when he had the chance. Legolas would try to kill him after that, but it would be worth it.
"I was going to ask you the same", replied Aragorn.
"Well we don't know. And I really hope he's not dead," muttered Haldir.
"Why?" asked Gimli.
"Because if he is, I will most likely be the unlucky elf who has to tell Thranduil that his last remaining son just went to the Halls of Mandos. And that won't be a pleasant job!" muttered Haldir.
"We should not worry about Legolas. It is most likely he is watching us right now, laughing his head off," replied Aragorn. He turned round about to make another sarcastic remark about the elf, when he saw a very nasty sight.
Legolas was leaning against a chunk of wall behind them, clutching his side in pain. He didn't give the human his normal 'If-you-even-think-of- worrying-about-me-I-will-seriously-hurt-you' smile, he just stared, glassy- eyed, at another wall. There were tears running down his cheeks and occasionally he would sob quietly.
"Legolas!" It was Gimli who spoke first; he and Haldir had noticed Aragorn's startled silence and had turned round too and had stood there, too surprised to do anything.
"Legolas!" the dwarf repeated, finally bringing himself to move, "What is wrong, my friend?" He crouched down beside the elf and brusquely dragged Legolas's hand from his side. Aragorn and Haldir's eyes widened slightly at the bloody gash that was visible through the tear in Legolas's tunic.
"Come on, let's get him into the Keep and I shall see what I can do about that", said Aragorn grabbing on of Legolas's arms. Haldir grabbed the other and together they pulled Legolas up and helped him into the depths of Helm's Deep. They sat the injured elf down on a convenient step and Aragorn went to get a decent bandage from one of the healers scattered about the place. Gimli stayed by his hurt friend but Haldir followed Aragorn.
"Aragorn, what is wrong with him? Why is he crying?" asked the Marchwarden dodging a happy couple who had just been reunited after the battle. "He got stabbed, truthfully I wouldn't be dancing for joy if that happened to me," replied Aragorn. "You know as well as I do that Legolas, prince and sole heir to the great woodland realm of Mirkwood, would never cry from pain. Remember how you both nearly got killed by those corsairs, simply because Legolas would not cry out?" snarled Haldir. He was worried about Legolas, not just because of the unpleasant business of telling King Thranduil but because Legolas was a friend. "I know that but I would rather if we didn't think what might cause him so much sorrow," snapped Aragorn whirling round. Haldir looked confused and then realised. "He...." stuttered Haldir, "He didn't kill that orc, and then it blew up the wall and many lives were lost because of it and now...." Haldir's voice gave out, thinking of what might happen.
"Yes, that's it. Legolas is dying from the guilt," said Aragorn. He turned again and continued his search for a healer, leaving Haldir to stand on the topmost wall and think of what was to come.
I think I will stop writing here are leave you to ponder on what might happen.
I got three reviews like two hours after I posted the first chapter. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sooo happy. Woo hoo! Disclaimer: I do not, repeat DO NOT, own any of these characters. J.R.R. Tolkien does and I have utterly no problems with that at all. Oh yes and if my story is the same as anyone else's I am soooooooo sorry. I would love to read all the LotR stories but I don't have the time. Please if it is the same, don't be mad, PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE. Right, if the first chapter comes up at the start of this, it's my bad cause I haven't figured out how to work the creating new chapters bit. But I will, eventually, though any advice would be helpful, as would more reviews. Remember, Haldir hasn't died because in case you forget the story will make no sense whatsoever.
Aragorn had ended up scouring the castle from one end to another in search of a healer. They were obviously moving through the castle in a wave, and had started from the side Aragorn had been at. Some had gone down into the caves to see if there were any injured men or boys who had gone to find their family, and for some strange reason the future king of Gondor found himself down with them picking his way gingerly through the ranks of women, girls, a few boys and even fewer men. There he found what he had been searching for.
"Excuse me..." he began, tapping the woman on the back. She straightened up and turned from the slightly injured man she was treating. It was Eowyn.
"Lord Aragorn! I did not think you would come down here, I was going to go up but there were so many people who were hurt and I couldn't just leave them so I," she trailed off too at the sight of Aragorn's bemused face.
"Don't worry, my lady. I am not offended in the slightest by your absence though it is nice to see a friendly and uninjured face for once," he sighed slightly, remembering the purpose of being here, "You don't have a spare bandage do you? I have searched Helm's Deep from Wall to Keep and couldn't find a single healer to get one from. I could easily make one but seeing as there were many a healer about I thought I could maybe get a fresh one."
"Here" said Eowyn reaching into the healer's bag beside her, "Why do you need it? You aren't injured are you?"
"Not seriously enough to warrant a bandage. It is Legolas who needs it, so I must go before he does something stubborn like disappearing because he thinks he doesn't need it. Goodbye". Aragorn exited the caves as quickly as possible and was waylaid yet again.
In the Keep, Gimli was trying to get Legolas to say something.
"So how many Orcs did you kill, hmm? What you say that if your score beats mine I have to say publicly how brilliant all elves are? Or the other way round." The dwarf felt rather stupid, at the moment he was carrying on a monologue that occasionally gat him some strange looks from the people around him.
"Maybe I'll just stop talking now" he muttered to himself glancing around and then back at his friend. Legolas had tipped his head back and was staring at the ceiling in a dejected fashion. His hand was once again clamped on the gash on his side and tears still ran down his cheeks.
A few of the elven soldiers were becoming worried. Gimli was good enough with elven body language to tell that. But they were also whispering to each other, and Gimli still didn't even have a clue about elvish. Suddenly one elf, tall and slim like his fellows but with darker hair, came over and said in he Common Tongue,
"Excuse me, but is the Prince alright? He has been sitting like that for half an hour now and hasn't said a word either."
Gimli smiled at the elf.
"I'm sure Legolas will be fine, and I'm also certain that he would not want you to worry. Though I must admit that I am slightly anxious about him not talking, he probably just doesn't feel like it".
The elf nodded, smiled back at Gimli and returned to his friends. They asked him a lot of questions but then fell silent and moved away from the dwarf and Legolas. Gimli sighed and sat down beside Legolas, who looked down at the dwarf for a couple of seconds and tipped his head back again.
Gimli shook his head and thought miserably, 'Who am I kidding? I am worried about Legolas, very worried. I just hope he is alright, I really hope so'.
I know nothing happened in that chapter but I was writing it at eleven at night so I was seriously tired and lacking ideas of any kind. Thanks to Cheysuli, elvenrarehunter and Deana for my first reviews – you guys rule! There shall be more to come, hopefully soon
It was after Helm's Deep – but not far after – when Aragorn realised something was wrong. Walking round, talking to Theoden, Gimli and Gandalf, he hadn't noticed anything but now he definitely did. Legolas was nowhere to be found. In a conversation with more than two other people in it, the elf would normally keep quiet so that's why Aragorn hadn't noticed his disappearance yet. But afterwards, if Legolas was talking to Aragorn and if the Man had been in the conversation, the Prince would have had the future King in tears of laughter. That was what Aragorn was missing. Glancing over at Gimli, he saw the dwarf standing near to Haldir, both of them looking around. Aragorn got up off the stair he had been sitting on and walked over to his friends.
"Laddie!" said Gimli, barely looking at the human, "Do you know where that pointy-eared little princeling is? Because we can't see him anywhere." Aragorn smiled at Gimli's slightly cryptic way of referring to Legolas. The elf hated Gimli calling him that, in fact he hated anyone calling him that, and Aragorn had figured out how to translate it into Elvish, which he was going to tell Gimli, his foster brothers – Elladan and Elohir –, Arwen, Elrond and Gandalf when he had the chance. Legolas would try to kill him after that, but it would be worth it.
"I was going to ask you the same", replied Aragorn.
"Well we don't know. And I really hope he's not dead," muttered Haldir.
"Why?" asked Gimli.
"Because if he is, I will most likely be the unlucky elf who has to tell Thranduil that his last remaining son just went to the Halls of Mandos. And that won't be a pleasant job!" muttered Haldir.
"We should not worry about Legolas. It is most likely he is watching us right now, laughing his head off," replied Aragorn. He turned round about to make another sarcastic remark about the elf, when he saw a very nasty sight.
Legolas was leaning against a chunk of wall behind them, clutching his side in pain. He didn't give the human his normal 'If-you-even-think-of- worrying-about-me-I-will-seriously-hurt-you' smile, he just stared, glassy- eyed, at another wall. There were tears running down his cheeks and occasionally he would sob quietly.
"Legolas!" It was Gimli who spoke first; he and Haldir had noticed Aragorn's startled silence and had turned round too and had stood there, too surprised to do anything.
"Legolas!" the dwarf repeated, finally bringing himself to move, "What is wrong, my friend?" He crouched down beside the elf and brusquely dragged Legolas's hand from his side. Aragorn and Haldir's eyes widened slightly at the bloody gash that was visible through the tear in Legolas's tunic.
"Come on, let's get him into the Keep and I shall see what I can do about that", said Aragorn grabbing on of Legolas's arms. Haldir grabbed the other and together they pulled Legolas up and helped him into the depths of Helm's Deep. They sat the injured elf down on a convenient step and Aragorn went to get a decent bandage from one of the healers scattered about the place. Gimli stayed by his hurt friend but Haldir followed Aragorn.
"Aragorn, what is wrong with him? Why is he crying?" asked the Marchwarden dodging a happy couple who had just been reunited after the battle. "He got stabbed, truthfully I wouldn't be dancing for joy if that happened to me," replied Aragorn. "You know as well as I do that Legolas, prince and sole heir to the great woodland realm of Mirkwood, would never cry from pain. Remember how you both nearly got killed by those corsairs, simply because Legolas would not cry out?" snarled Haldir. He was worried about Legolas, not just because of the unpleasant business of telling King Thranduil but because Legolas was a friend. "I know that but I would rather if we didn't think what might cause him so much sorrow," snapped Aragorn whirling round. Haldir looked confused and then realised. "He...." stuttered Haldir, "He didn't kill that orc, and then it blew up the wall and many lives were lost because of it and now...." Haldir's voice gave out, thinking of what might happen.
"Yes, that's it. Legolas is dying from the guilt," said Aragorn. He turned again and continued his search for a healer, leaving Haldir to stand on the topmost wall and think of what was to come.
I think I will stop writing here are leave you to ponder on what might happen.
I got three reviews like two hours after I posted the first chapter. Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sooo happy. Woo hoo! Disclaimer: I do not, repeat DO NOT, own any of these characters. J.R.R. Tolkien does and I have utterly no problems with that at all. Oh yes and if my story is the same as anyone else's I am soooooooo sorry. I would love to read all the LotR stories but I don't have the time. Please if it is the same, don't be mad, PLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE. Right, if the first chapter comes up at the start of this, it's my bad cause I haven't figured out how to work the creating new chapters bit. But I will, eventually, though any advice would be helpful, as would more reviews. Remember, Haldir hasn't died because in case you forget the story will make no sense whatsoever.
Aragorn had ended up scouring the castle from one end to another in search of a healer. They were obviously moving through the castle in a wave, and had started from the side Aragorn had been at. Some had gone down into the caves to see if there were any injured men or boys who had gone to find their family, and for some strange reason the future king of Gondor found himself down with them picking his way gingerly through the ranks of women, girls, a few boys and even fewer men. There he found what he had been searching for.
"Excuse me..." he began, tapping the woman on the back. She straightened up and turned from the slightly injured man she was treating. It was Eowyn.
"Lord Aragorn! I did not think you would come down here, I was going to go up but there were so many people who were hurt and I couldn't just leave them so I," she trailed off too at the sight of Aragorn's bemused face.
"Don't worry, my lady. I am not offended in the slightest by your absence though it is nice to see a friendly and uninjured face for once," he sighed slightly, remembering the purpose of being here, "You don't have a spare bandage do you? I have searched Helm's Deep from Wall to Keep and couldn't find a single healer to get one from. I could easily make one but seeing as there were many a healer about I thought I could maybe get a fresh one."
"Here" said Eowyn reaching into the healer's bag beside her, "Why do you need it? You aren't injured are you?"
"Not seriously enough to warrant a bandage. It is Legolas who needs it, so I must go before he does something stubborn like disappearing because he thinks he doesn't need it. Goodbye". Aragorn exited the caves as quickly as possible and was waylaid yet again.
In the Keep, Gimli was trying to get Legolas to say something.
"So how many Orcs did you kill, hmm? What you say that if your score beats mine I have to say publicly how brilliant all elves are? Or the other way round." The dwarf felt rather stupid, at the moment he was carrying on a monologue that occasionally gat him some strange looks from the people around him.
"Maybe I'll just stop talking now" he muttered to himself glancing around and then back at his friend. Legolas had tipped his head back and was staring at the ceiling in a dejected fashion. His hand was once again clamped on the gash on his side and tears still ran down his cheeks.
A few of the elven soldiers were becoming worried. Gimli was good enough with elven body language to tell that. But they were also whispering to each other, and Gimli still didn't even have a clue about elvish. Suddenly one elf, tall and slim like his fellows but with darker hair, came over and said in he Common Tongue,
"Excuse me, but is the Prince alright? He has been sitting like that for half an hour now and hasn't said a word either."
Gimli smiled at the elf.
"I'm sure Legolas will be fine, and I'm also certain that he would not want you to worry. Though I must admit that I am slightly anxious about him not talking, he probably just doesn't feel like it".
The elf nodded, smiled back at Gimli and returned to his friends. They asked him a lot of questions but then fell silent and moved away from the dwarf and Legolas. Gimli sighed and sat down beside Legolas, who looked down at the dwarf for a couple of seconds and tipped his head back again.
Gimli shook his head and thought miserably, 'Who am I kidding? I am worried about Legolas, very worried. I just hope he is alright, I really hope so'.
I know nothing happened in that chapter but I was writing it at eleven at night so I was seriously tired and lacking ideas of any kind. Thanks to Cheysuli, elvenrarehunter and Deana for my first reviews – you guys rule! There shall be more to come, hopefully soon