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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.
As Legolas opened his eyes slowly, he became aware of a glaring face right up against his. Willing himself to open his eyes further, he discovered it was Hool, and tried to spring back. But the rather sharp, craggy wall that he was chained to hindered his progress slightly.
Now all his senses began to really kick in. His eyes flicked around away from Hool, who had stepped back a bit, and around the huge room he was in. It was like his father's dungeons only bigger and with someone (namely himself) being kept captive there. He could smell and taste the blood pouring from his new injury – a split lip from when he collapsed. There was also the scent of rotting flesh coming from what looked like an orc corpse in the corner opposite to him. Or at least he hoped it was an orc, since it had what looked like two spikes sticking from its head.
Suddenly there was a crash from the doorway. Hool had turned and waddled towards the doorway, exiting the same moment another orc tried to enter. The result was a swearing heap of orc, armour and several sharp weapons. It was enough to make Legolas laugh, but only slightly. His broken ribs protested and the cut that Aragorn had bound up sent a wave of pain up his side.
It suddenly occurred to Legolas that he couldn't remember about that gash – how he got it or anything. And then it came rushing back.
"Eléndel..." he whispered hoarsely, "I'm so sorry, my brother, I'm so sorry."
'At least I'll see him soon' he thought miserably looking at Hool screeching at the other orc who had banged into him. All the weapons were scattered across the floor and some of them looked decidedly unpleasant. One even looked like a corkscrew.
'Once they've finished with me'.
Aragorn was sitting beside Gimli in the Golden Hall listening to Gandalf and Theoden bicker over whether or not they should help Gondor if the beacons were lit.
Glancing sideways at the dwarf he could see he was still crying silently. And then the ranger looked across the room at Eowyn and Eomer.
She was holding her brother's hand, eyes watching the heated debate in front of her but with tears streaming down her cheeks. Aragorn felt satisfied for some strange reason before he suddenly felt even guiltier. She had never known the elf what reason did she have to be sad? At least if she had shown a touch of sympathy towards Aragorn it would have been better.
'I'll have to apologise' thought Aragorn, 'Preferably when Eomer is elsewhere. I'm guessing he might not like me much if he finds out'.
Gandalf turned to face the rather zoned out ranger and said
"Come, we need to pay Isengard a visit." And so they all exited the Golden Hall and headed for the stables. All their horses (apart from Shadowfax) were saddled and soon all of them were on horseback. With the exception of Eowyn, she had stopped at the stables and showed no intention of journeying anywhere. And Aragorn had a rather good idea why. But he couldn't have stopped, he had to keep going to get to Isengard and back as quickly as possible.
So with only a sober look back at the White Lady of Rohan staring morosely after them he followed Gandalf, Theoden and Eomer towards the now half submerged tower of unbreakable stone.
They reached Isengard the next day and stopped out of pure shock outside the ruined gates. Everything was flooded, not very deeply, though once or twice as they picked their way further in a wandering Ent would momentarily drop out of sight and after a lot of splashing would be dragged up from the drowned chasm by one or two of its fellows.
Near to the front door there was a huge piece of stone with two small figures jumping up and down madly on it.
"Merry! Pippin!"
Aragorn's and Gimli's delight to see the hobbits became very obvious as Gimli actually kicked Brego to get to the stone faster. There followed a rather erratic tale by Merry, which Pippin took upon himself to act out in a slightly less than truthful fashion. But after their tale was over, the hobbits noticed something wrong. There was a Man and a Dwarf and what they thought to be a dead Wizard but no Elf.
"Where has Master Legolas gone?" asked Pippin still hopping around madly. Merry however had calmed down now and as Pippin spoke he was sure he had noticed a twinge in Aragorn and Gimli's faces as Pippin said Legolas's name.
"He's... gone, isn't he?" said Merry sombrely,
"If you don't mind me asking – how? He was such a great warrior, I can't imagine him falling in battle."
Aragorn made to speak but Gandalf cut him off:
"Wise words, Master Meriadoc, but Legolas was first felled by grief of the death of his brother, which he thought he caused though he did not, and then he was captured by orcs. The most likely fact is that we have lost him – or will lose him soon – to the Halls of Mandos."
Pippin had stopped his little jig and was now standing very still, staring at Gandalf. There was a thud from behind and the swishing noise of something big disturbing the water.
"Hrm, hoom, what has upset the little hobbits so, hm? Why are you, hroom, crying my friends?"
All those facing Merry and Pippin turned around and stared in sheer awe at the huge Ent. It was Treebeard.
Gandalf was the first to regain his senses, having met Treebeard before on several occasions.
"They are grieving the death of one of our friends, an elf of Mirkwood," he said watching Treebeard's face carefully, he knew that Treebeard respected the elves very much and once he heard the circumstances of Legolas's apparent death he was likely to get very angry, and Gandalf wanted to be able to tell if he would become a danger.
Sure enough Treebeard's face clouded over and he leaned down closer and rumbled,
"An elf of Mirkwood, hrm? A great forest once, but now it has darkness in its heart. The elves there are even remarkable by, hrm, elf standards yes. Who was he? Most likely a Silvan I think. The Sinda there are a very close family – a great family too. Hroom, tell me, how this unfortunate death happened, hmm?"
Everyone tried to avoid the Ent's face for a moment and then Gandalf spoke again,
"He was Prince Legolas, the Elvenking's youngest son. He was killed by...."
Gandalf trailed off. By the look on Treebeard's face he had just guessed what had happened. The Ent straightened its huge body and shook itself roughly, and began to rumble very lowly. There was only so much of it they could here, but Aragorn, Gimli, Gandalf, Theoden, Eomer and the two hobbits knew that it was, in truth, a very loud sound. The vibrations told them that.
Treebeard finished the call and looked down at the group,
"Come" he said, "We must talk."
Sorry for the delay. I was away in America for my holidays (I really live in N.Ireland) and couldn't write anything for two weeks. Was my Treebeard Ok? Please tell me any improvements that you can think of or just review for the sake of it. Pweeease? The best Chinese curse in the world (that I learned from the start of a Discworld novel)- May you live in interesting times! Isn't that neat?
As Legolas opened his eyes slowly, he became aware of a glaring face right up against his. Willing himself to open his eyes further, he discovered it was Hool, and tried to spring back. But the rather sharp, craggy wall that he was chained to hindered his progress slightly.
Now all his senses began to really kick in. His eyes flicked around away from Hool, who had stepped back a bit, and around the huge room he was in. It was like his father's dungeons only bigger and with someone (namely himself) being kept captive there. He could smell and taste the blood pouring from his new injury – a split lip from when he collapsed. There was also the scent of rotting flesh coming from what looked like an orc corpse in the corner opposite to him. Or at least he hoped it was an orc, since it had what looked like two spikes sticking from its head.
Suddenly there was a crash from the doorway. Hool had turned and waddled towards the doorway, exiting the same moment another orc tried to enter. The result was a swearing heap of orc, armour and several sharp weapons. It was enough to make Legolas laugh, but only slightly. His broken ribs protested and the cut that Aragorn had bound up sent a wave of pain up his side.
It suddenly occurred to Legolas that he couldn't remember about that gash – how he got it or anything. And then it came rushing back.
"Eléndel..." he whispered hoarsely, "I'm so sorry, my brother, I'm so sorry."
'At least I'll see him soon' he thought miserably looking at Hool screeching at the other orc who had banged into him. All the weapons were scattered across the floor and some of them looked decidedly unpleasant. One even looked like a corkscrew.
'Once they've finished with me'.
Aragorn was sitting beside Gimli in the Golden Hall listening to Gandalf and Theoden bicker over whether or not they should help Gondor if the beacons were lit.
Glancing sideways at the dwarf he could see he was still crying silently. And then the ranger looked across the room at Eowyn and Eomer.
She was holding her brother's hand, eyes watching the heated debate in front of her but with tears streaming down her cheeks. Aragorn felt satisfied for some strange reason before he suddenly felt even guiltier. She had never known the elf what reason did she have to be sad? At least if she had shown a touch of sympathy towards Aragorn it would have been better.
'I'll have to apologise' thought Aragorn, 'Preferably when Eomer is elsewhere. I'm guessing he might not like me much if he finds out'.
Gandalf turned to face the rather zoned out ranger and said
"Come, we need to pay Isengard a visit." And so they all exited the Golden Hall and headed for the stables. All their horses (apart from Shadowfax) were saddled and soon all of them were on horseback. With the exception of Eowyn, she had stopped at the stables and showed no intention of journeying anywhere. And Aragorn had a rather good idea why. But he couldn't have stopped, he had to keep going to get to Isengard and back as quickly as possible.
So with only a sober look back at the White Lady of Rohan staring morosely after them he followed Gandalf, Theoden and Eomer towards the now half submerged tower of unbreakable stone.
They reached Isengard the next day and stopped out of pure shock outside the ruined gates. Everything was flooded, not very deeply, though once or twice as they picked their way further in a wandering Ent would momentarily drop out of sight and after a lot of splashing would be dragged up from the drowned chasm by one or two of its fellows.
Near to the front door there was a huge piece of stone with two small figures jumping up and down madly on it.
"Merry! Pippin!"
Aragorn's and Gimli's delight to see the hobbits became very obvious as Gimli actually kicked Brego to get to the stone faster. There followed a rather erratic tale by Merry, which Pippin took upon himself to act out in a slightly less than truthful fashion. But after their tale was over, the hobbits noticed something wrong. There was a Man and a Dwarf and what they thought to be a dead Wizard but no Elf.
"Where has Master Legolas gone?" asked Pippin still hopping around madly. Merry however had calmed down now and as Pippin spoke he was sure he had noticed a twinge in Aragorn and Gimli's faces as Pippin said Legolas's name.
"He's... gone, isn't he?" said Merry sombrely,
"If you don't mind me asking – how? He was such a great warrior, I can't imagine him falling in battle."
Aragorn made to speak but Gandalf cut him off:
"Wise words, Master Meriadoc, but Legolas was first felled by grief of the death of his brother, which he thought he caused though he did not, and then he was captured by orcs. The most likely fact is that we have lost him – or will lose him soon – to the Halls of Mandos."
Pippin had stopped his little jig and was now standing very still, staring at Gandalf. There was a thud from behind and the swishing noise of something big disturbing the water.
"Hrm, hoom, what has upset the little hobbits so, hm? Why are you, hroom, crying my friends?"
All those facing Merry and Pippin turned around and stared in sheer awe at the huge Ent. It was Treebeard.
Gandalf was the first to regain his senses, having met Treebeard before on several occasions.
"They are grieving the death of one of our friends, an elf of Mirkwood," he said watching Treebeard's face carefully, he knew that Treebeard respected the elves very much and once he heard the circumstances of Legolas's apparent death he was likely to get very angry, and Gandalf wanted to be able to tell if he would become a danger.
Sure enough Treebeard's face clouded over and he leaned down closer and rumbled,
"An elf of Mirkwood, hrm? A great forest once, but now it has darkness in its heart. The elves there are even remarkable by, hrm, elf standards yes. Who was he? Most likely a Silvan I think. The Sinda there are a very close family – a great family too. Hroom, tell me, how this unfortunate death happened, hmm?"
Everyone tried to avoid the Ent's face for a moment and then Gandalf spoke again,
"He was Prince Legolas, the Elvenking's youngest son. He was killed by...."
Gandalf trailed off. By the look on Treebeard's face he had just guessed what had happened. The Ent straightened its huge body and shook itself roughly, and began to rumble very lowly. There was only so much of it they could here, but Aragorn, Gimli, Gandalf, Theoden, Eomer and the two hobbits knew that it was, in truth, a very loud sound. The vibrations told them that.
Treebeard finished the call and looked down at the group,
"Come" he said, "We must talk."
Sorry for the delay. I was away in America for my holidays (I really live in N.Ireland) and couldn't write anything for two weeks. Was my Treebeard Ok? Please tell me any improvements that you can think of or just review for the sake of it. Pweeease? The best Chinese curse in the world (that I learned from the start of a Discworld novel)- May you live in interesting times! Isn't that neat?