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.
I am so pissed at the moment you wouldn't believe it. I had wrote this
entire chapter out and then the computer went spastic on me and deleted the
whole thing, so I have to write it out again, but since I can't remember
what I wrote anymore it's going to be different and the first one was like
real good. Grrrrrrr...
Anyway here's the second version of it (which I have saved like thirty
times already). Oh, and Lady of the Twilight Woods, Van Helsing rules. Just
so you know.
Thanks to Lintulinda i luvasi ello eldar for the cool translation. I will
use it at some point, I promise. How did you get it anyway? Anyone know any
good Elvish sites?
Aragorn and Theoden had talked for hours, trying to decide what to do. Eventually they came to a conclusion. The people who had left Edoras for Helm's Deep were to return. And after a couple minutes discussion with Haldir, the elves had agreed to travel with them until the men were required to go southward and the elves north. Two days of figuring out who was going, as many did NOT want to take the long journey back, and then they left.
Theoden rode at the head of the column, along with Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and several other high-ranking members of Rohan society. The considerably smaller elven company marched beside them, easily keeping up with the horses.
After two days constant travelling, Haldir suddenly shouted, "Daro!" The elves stopped automatically and several of them blinked, their eyes un- glazing from the sleep they had been catching up on while on the march.
"We must part now. Goodbye, my friends", he cried out and then, noticing Legolas's expression, said in a quieter voice, "Do not give up, Legolas, please."
With that the elves turned and headed off, quickly disappearing behind a hill. Theoden nodded for some reason and kicked his horse back into a walk, followed by the rest of the company. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli stared after the elves longer; until the entire Rohan party was ahead of them and then Gimli cleared his throat and said,
"Come, if we stand here any longer they will reach Edoras ages before us and we shall have to ride alone, which I have no intention of doing after Helm's Deep."
"We are paranoid aren't we?" muttered Aragorn and heeled Brego forward.
"Er, laddie?" said Gimli, "It would help if we moved too."
"Oh... of course, yes, right," Legolas had been in a world of his own, obviously deep in thought. Now he muttered something in Elvish and Arod sprang forward, intending on catching up with Brego.
The fact that the whole of the Rohan company had passed the trio was strange. It consisted of more people walking than riding, and most of them were older people who had more loyalty towards their king than the more recent generation or people with two or more children who couldn't stay in Helm's Deep because there was just no room. These citizens were not the fastest walkers of people and had actually fallen back from the leaders on horseback. This meant that when Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli galloped past them, they still had a bit to go before reaching Theoden and Gandalf.
They slowed their horses down to a fast trot and began riding up a hill with a blind crest, so they couldn't see the other side. Once on top the view was not what they wanted it to be.
"Orcs!" spat Aragorn and Brego, recognising his tone, started into a run. Legolas merely let Arod follow him, only holding onto the reins to assure Gimli they were safe. Once close enough though the elf suddenly straightened and pulled out his knives. Gimli smiled at this and taking a breath, leapt off the horse successfully bowling several orcs over.
Aragorn slashed at the attackers, until one particularly weird orc grabbed his leg and pulled – hard. The ranger felt his knee dislocate and screamed in pain, letting go of Brego's reins and tumbling off. He landed on what he felt to be a particularly uncomfortable piece of ground and was jumped on by the weird orc.
"'Allo!" said the orc, drool dripping from his fangs. Aragorn snarled and jammed both knees upwards into a very painful place. The orc groaned and Aragorn, seizing his chance, pulled the orc's own knife on it and wedged it into the orc's gut, twisting it out. Now the ranger rolled out from underneath its corpse and was hauled up by Legolas.
"Hannon le, mellon nin" Aragorn said and grabbed his sword, sheathed it and dragged a nasty looking club from the weird orc's lifeless grip.
"Interesting," he muttered and proceeded to pound the hell out of some nearby creatures.
Gimli was standing nearby, chopping at the legs of an unfortunate orc who was attacking a Rohirrim when Aragorn took a swing at an orc. Who ducked. And the club kept on going round in its arc. And smashed into Legolas.
The prince was thrown to the ground badly winded and with two broken ribs. Aragorn hadn't seen Legolas getting hit because he was using the continuation of the swing to give him more power to hit another orc. Gimli's vision had been blocked then by a falling orc and had then turned round to hack at another.
Legolas gasped for breath and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then an orc appeared, crouching down even in the heat of the battle. It smiled sadistically, showing its black, crooked teeth. The elf took another gasping breath and opened his mouth to cry for help.
"Not so fast, elfy. The master wants you, and I wouldn't mind if I brought you back while I was still in one piece," sneered the orc, "But I have no worries about bringing you back in one piece. Just as long as you're alive."
With that the orc slammed a heavy fist into Legolas's temples, and the elf collapsed, unconscious. Quickly his captor slung him over his shoulder and, after running behind a hill, roared. The other orcs who were still alive, looked up at this and ran after the head orc, laughing and taunting the confused humans in Orcish.
Soon they were running away, hidden by the hilly ground, while Aragorn and Gimli realised their elven friend was missing.
Sorry if that was awful or anything like that, it's just that I'm like a great Ferrari and Michael Schumacher fan, and I was watching the Monaco Grand Prix before this and he crashed!! It isn't fair!! For anyone else who loves F1, all the other teams are great too and obviously you couldn't have a race without 'em but Ferrari is my fave, so I support them so much you would not believe it. Erm, right what I am missing. Errrrrrr... Oh yeah. Please review, they make me hyper and I like being hyper because I'm happy then. Please. Come on, for Legolas then.
Aragorn and Theoden had talked for hours, trying to decide what to do. Eventually they came to a conclusion. The people who had left Edoras for Helm's Deep were to return. And after a couple minutes discussion with Haldir, the elves had agreed to travel with them until the men were required to go southward and the elves north. Two days of figuring out who was going, as many did NOT want to take the long journey back, and then they left.
Theoden rode at the head of the column, along with Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and several other high-ranking members of Rohan society. The considerably smaller elven company marched beside them, easily keeping up with the horses.
After two days constant travelling, Haldir suddenly shouted, "Daro!" The elves stopped automatically and several of them blinked, their eyes un- glazing from the sleep they had been catching up on while on the march.
"We must part now. Goodbye, my friends", he cried out and then, noticing Legolas's expression, said in a quieter voice, "Do not give up, Legolas, please."
With that the elves turned and headed off, quickly disappearing behind a hill. Theoden nodded for some reason and kicked his horse back into a walk, followed by the rest of the company. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli stared after the elves longer; until the entire Rohan party was ahead of them and then Gimli cleared his throat and said,
"Come, if we stand here any longer they will reach Edoras ages before us and we shall have to ride alone, which I have no intention of doing after Helm's Deep."
"We are paranoid aren't we?" muttered Aragorn and heeled Brego forward.
"Er, laddie?" said Gimli, "It would help if we moved too."
"Oh... of course, yes, right," Legolas had been in a world of his own, obviously deep in thought. Now he muttered something in Elvish and Arod sprang forward, intending on catching up with Brego.
The fact that the whole of the Rohan company had passed the trio was strange. It consisted of more people walking than riding, and most of them were older people who had more loyalty towards their king than the more recent generation or people with two or more children who couldn't stay in Helm's Deep because there was just no room. These citizens were not the fastest walkers of people and had actually fallen back from the leaders on horseback. This meant that when Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli galloped past them, they still had a bit to go before reaching Theoden and Gandalf.
They slowed their horses down to a fast trot and began riding up a hill with a blind crest, so they couldn't see the other side. Once on top the view was not what they wanted it to be.
"Orcs!" spat Aragorn and Brego, recognising his tone, started into a run. Legolas merely let Arod follow him, only holding onto the reins to assure Gimli they were safe. Once close enough though the elf suddenly straightened and pulled out his knives. Gimli smiled at this and taking a breath, leapt off the horse successfully bowling several orcs over.
Aragorn slashed at the attackers, until one particularly weird orc grabbed his leg and pulled – hard. The ranger felt his knee dislocate and screamed in pain, letting go of Brego's reins and tumbling off. He landed on what he felt to be a particularly uncomfortable piece of ground and was jumped on by the weird orc.
"'Allo!" said the orc, drool dripping from his fangs. Aragorn snarled and jammed both knees upwards into a very painful place. The orc groaned and Aragorn, seizing his chance, pulled the orc's own knife on it and wedged it into the orc's gut, twisting it out. Now the ranger rolled out from underneath its corpse and was hauled up by Legolas.
"Hannon le, mellon nin" Aragorn said and grabbed his sword, sheathed it and dragged a nasty looking club from the weird orc's lifeless grip.
"Interesting," he muttered and proceeded to pound the hell out of some nearby creatures.
Gimli was standing nearby, chopping at the legs of an unfortunate orc who was attacking a Rohirrim when Aragorn took a swing at an orc. Who ducked. And the club kept on going round in its arc. And smashed into Legolas.
The prince was thrown to the ground badly winded and with two broken ribs. Aragorn hadn't seen Legolas getting hit because he was using the continuation of the swing to give him more power to hit another orc. Gimli's vision had been blocked then by a falling orc and had then turned round to hack at another.
Legolas gasped for breath and spat out a mouthful of blood. Then an orc appeared, crouching down even in the heat of the battle. It smiled sadistically, showing its black, crooked teeth. The elf took another gasping breath and opened his mouth to cry for help.
"Not so fast, elfy. The master wants you, and I wouldn't mind if I brought you back while I was still in one piece," sneered the orc, "But I have no worries about bringing you back in one piece. Just as long as you're alive."
With that the orc slammed a heavy fist into Legolas's temples, and the elf collapsed, unconscious. Quickly his captor slung him over his shoulder and, after running behind a hill, roared. The other orcs who were still alive, looked up at this and ran after the head orc, laughing and taunting the confused humans in Orcish.
Soon they were running away, hidden by the hilly ground, while Aragorn and Gimli realised their elven friend was missing.
Sorry if that was awful or anything like that, it's just that I'm like a great Ferrari and Michael Schumacher fan, and I was watching the Monaco Grand Prix before this and he crashed!! It isn't fair!! For anyone else who loves F1, all the other teams are great too and obviously you couldn't have a race without 'em but Ferrari is my fave, so I support them so much you would not believe it. Erm, right what I am missing. Errrrrrr... Oh yeah. Please review, they make me hyper and I like being hyper because I'm happy then. Please. Come on, for Legolas then.