Hey guys, sorry about the long delay. I know, I know. TO many months. Anyways as always I have an excuse, well I already began to write the story on this computer but it got frozen, then it just totally stopped working. So I was going to wait till my mom and me went to get it fixed. But we didn't and we got another computer. An XP, YAY! I could have written in on there, but I was too addicted and I didn't want to start it over. Looks like I'm doing that now huh? Well schools over now, so I have about 3 more weeks left. This isn't a PMS day, so YAY!
Oh and yes I did read the book. So I really don't know wtf your talking about. I have to read it every time I write a chapter. If my writing repetitive, then fine. Not much I can do about that now.
Author: Tiger Eye 2
Pairing: Boromir/Legolas , Glorfindel/Boromir
SummeryThis is the re-wirtten verion of the lord of the Rings. But with a little twist. Now this wouldn't be a romance story if Boromir were to die now would it? Legolas has fallen for the young Gondorian, little does he know he has competition. BL, BGlorfindelWARNING: This story is strictly fanfiction, meaning that about 80 of the whole story never happened. This is a slash fic, meaning male/male action. I'm warning you now, if you don't like it don't read. Remember, it was your choice to hurt your eyes with this content. Also absolutely no bashing. Because your just making yourself out as a jerk.
DISCLAIMERI do not OWN lotr, I wish I did, but that's to late. Anyways I would have made it worse if it was mine. perverted mind at work So don't sue if you get an eyesore. If you can handle seeing Marilyn Manson's ass, then anything is possible ( I apologize to all you M.M. fans. . friend over her shoulder)
Chapter 4: Escapade Of The Lost Soul
I cannot fathom how much more my weary legs can carry me. Our small group has trekking or rather running through the mines. What shall we do when we are out? Surely we cannot dwindle for long, the Orcs would be at our tail like hawks. ( did they have hawks then?) I do not want to end like the dwarves did, those last words still send chills down my spine. 'They are coming...' I wish they could have died a more civil death, no races deserves to be slaughtered off like animals as they did. But everything happens for a reason. Yes, I am a man of faith. Faith in the life beyond. Though... I fear our deaths have also been proclaimed.
The Balrog has shown itself. Such a powerful and dark aurora radiating of his makeshift body of fire. I may be ignorant to something's. After all no one is perfect, but that is one thing a man desperately craves fore. Perfection. Something we may never achieve, yet we still hold our hand out to the impossible. But anyway, it is indeed a Balrog. How? After all, I did spend some time with our precious Balrog slayer, I also learned some things. Ahead of us, the dark figure began approaching our small company. The Orcs that surrounded quickly vanished in the darkness. All the hope in me quickly vanished. Would this be the last time I would see my friends. My eyes scanned each one of them, expression very similar. But that did not stop me, my hand moved to unhook the Horn of Gondor and brang it up to my lips. I blew.
The horn filled the entire hall, soon to be followed by loud curses and chants from the hidden Orcs.
No More...
Not another soul survived. The cries died down as our enemy advanced on us.
" Cross the bridge!" Our gray wizard shouted. I followed the others as each one by one crossed the narrow bridge, I glanced back briefly , Gandalf stood in the middle of the bridge, his staff poised forward and radiating with magic light. I halted in my steps, Aragon following suit and then the others. He cannot serious be thinking of challenging it? On his own? ( this is good, I should listen to jrock more often when I'm writing) He cannot hold it own his own, what fool does he take me for? This is suicide! The Balrog was just as the bridge, it didn't falter as the light from the wizards staff grew brighter. Shadows grew behind him, like mass of wings. No one moved, the others who were a few feet ahead of us stood by a doorway. They too where unable to desert their leader.
" You shall now pass!" his voice cracked slightly. This time no sounds came from the shadows, seems that the Orcs are also afraid of it. " I am the servant of the Secret Fire! The wielder of the Flame of Undun Go back to the Shadows. You shall not pass!" The Balrog made no move. Just as my hopes seemed to grow, the creature rose to a tremendous height; from the shadows leapt a flaming sword. The darkness had settled around both wielder's of magic, but Gandalf could still be seen through the haze.
Small compared to the Balrog, but he glimmered in the darkness. The was a loud clash as fire and magic came together. The Balrog was thrown back by Gandalf's staff, it's sword shattered into fragments and disappeared. Across, the wizard stood unfazed. He had not moved an inch since the attack ended.
" You Shall not Pass!" He shouted. There seemed to be a slight possibility that we may make it out of here alive and sane. But then it did the unexpected, with one mighty leap in landed roughly on the bridge. With its whip-like sword whirling, Before Aragorn and I could reach Gandalf, his staff fell from his hands just as the Balrog's tremendous weight broke the bridge. The crack could have possible been heard through out the mines as stone beneath the Balrog's feet broke and sent it hurtling into the pit of darkness, with its sword whipping about. What lay beyond it, I could not guess.
Only the part it came in contact with it crumbled, the rest remained where it stood. Suddenly the whip-like sword surged out of the darkness and wrapped itself around Gandalf's leg, within a second our leader was at the edge of the bridge, clutching it for his dear life.
" Run you fools." and he was gone. We all were rooted in our spots in horror. It took me a good minute to just realize what had just transpired. But quickly snapping out of my daze, I ran towards the rest of hour group and ushered then through doorway. As they all started moving, my eye caught our ring bearer heading towards the other direction. While we ran, with one arm I grabbed him and hauled him out of the darken hall.
All source of light had quickly vanished and the sounds of Orc drums rang up from the deep. Doom, Doom. Do they ever give up? The room grew brighter as we ran, soon we entered another hall. This must be the First Hall. Daylight seeped through its high windows in the east. Further down the hall lay another door, it was already broken from forced entry. We passed it quickly and came upon a couple more doors. After the last door, we finally came to The Great Gates, 2 guards where stationed on each side. The gate did not need to be open, is already was. It did not even stand properly, both sides of the gate where shattered through and barely handing of there hinges.
Aragorn moved forward slowly and ambushed the captain. He did not need to worry about the other, it had already fled. We swept through the gates and into open land. Finally, we are in fresh air. As the threshold of Moria vanished, so did the drums, free from the danger the lurked the halls. We made a brief halt, our grief over took us.
" I fear we cannot stay much longer." Aragorn said. Holding his head out to the mountains, he bowed his head respectfully. " Fare well to thee, Gandalf, what little hope is left with out you." There was a moment of silence. Then he turned back to us. " For now we must do without hope. Let us we no more. Come! We have much to do. " How I loathe him. Not of his taking charge, but him. Everything about him. I settled the matter and rose to my feet. As we traveled down the rough roads from the gates, I tripped a couple of times from the broken edges on the ground. Below us lay the runes of the dwarf kingdom.
" That is Durin's Stone." Gimli cried and his finger pointed towards its location. " I cannot pass without taking a look at its wonders."
" Then be swift!" The ranger said as he looked towards the gates. " The sun will be gone soon, though, the Orcs will not." With that, the dwarf surges forward and down the road with Frodo following.
" I would not have you going without seeing Kheled Zaram." I managed to hear him say as we followed him down the tattered road. Ahead, the dwarf and hobbit stood over dark water. At first nothing appeared in it, but slowly forms of the mountains were mirrored in the now blue water. Once the site disappeared, we continued to follow the direction the water was coming from.. It turned south, we downwards and ran out from the arms of the dale. Sometime later, we came upon a deep well full of water. " Here is the spring that leads from the silverlodes rise. (/ If I got some names wrong, I'm sorry. Um my hand writing isn't all that easy to read, even for me./) Do not drink it, the water is as cold as ice."
Beyond the Silverlode lay a stream that swiveled along a valley, ran on through lower lands and into a golden haze of trees. " There lies the woods of Lothlorien." Legolas said out of the blue. It had surprised me when he spoke, since the Balrog, his voice has been very subdued. The way he spoke alerted me of the dwellings. If he knew this place, then for shore his kin must dwell there. Mayhap Glorfindel is there! Before we began this journey, a handful of elves had left. Traveling into the woodland. My best whishes are that he may be one of them.
" In there lies the fairest dwelling of my people." Ah, Iam correct.
" It lies many miles away. Let us continue..." This time Aragorn spoke. With that, he took off with the rest following a few paces behind. He lead us at a great speed. For a brief moment, I wondered for a brief moment how it was that the hobbits could keep up. My thoughts were answered.
We halted in the midst of our travel, I was called upon to follow Aragorn. " I am sorry." he said as we approached the injured hobbits. Frodo being one and Sam the other. " How could I have forgotten. My mind must not be in the right place to forget that you and Sam are injured. Come Boromir, we will carry them." Who does this man think he is? Again I find myself asking that question. Ordering me around like some stable boy, but I did I was told. Quarrelling would have made less time for our journey.
As soon as we had both hobbits in a good grip, we set off. We had not gone far when the sunk sank behind the mountains. We quickly trailed after the excited ranger through the now dark valley. Night had already fallen, so our only source of knowledge to how close we were was from the outline of the forest and the rustling of the leaves. Not only do I feel unwelcome, a sense of wariness set over my feelings towards the elves the lay hidden in the forest. Unlike Glorfindel, these are wild elves. I feel that there are many hidden things behind the green. All not good.
Legolas is as confusing as Sauron's plan of destruction ( alright so he wants to destroy all other races and rule what? . the trees? Air or the godforsaken useless Orcs... Sauron you dumbass!), how will these elves be as well? It seems as the feeling in not mutual. We had only gone a mile down the tree clad slopes and I felt the heaviness of eyes on me. Or us. Splashing! Where is it coming from? A Fall! It lay amongst the shadows to our right. Even beauty is fluent in the most distrusted areas. ( that was stupid . ) This must be connected to the silverlode we came upon earlier in our travel.
" Alas, we have come across Nimrodel!" The soft outburst brought me back from my train of thoughts. The elf seemed excited about our discovery. " Many songs long ago where made about this stream. My own kinfolk still sing them. Just the memory of the rainbow that appears on the fall and the golden flowers that float on its foam gives us great delight." He stepped forward and climbed into the stream. " Come! We must wade across." One by one we climbed in and followed the elf all the way to the other side. When all had crossed, it was decided that we would stop and rest. As we settled into the foreign territory and ate our fill. Legolas told us stories of the Nimrodel If you want the song in here, than tell me. I'll add it. After the short meal, we turned from our normal path and went into the shadow of the deeper woods. We were not far from the trees when he came upon a cluster of trees. The wood was old, yet strong, as for its height. In my opinion, no man could guess. Legolas volunteered to climb the tree and find some sort of came amongst the branches.
As he was about to swing up a branch, a voice came from the trees above him. " Daro'l" A command it sound like. Legolas stood still and whispered to the others. " Be still! Do not move or speak." Sounds of laughter echoed throughout the forest. Then, a voice spoke up in what I could identify as an Elvin-tongue. Which one? I did not know. I don't know how we came to be near one another, but we were. He looked towards the trees and responded. A hint of irritation could b detected. He turned towards us and notified that no one would be harmed. Why don't these elves show themselves, instead of hide behind their trees like cowards I inched away slowly from the Mirkwood elf towards the hobbits, if he noticed. I did not see nor care.
A ladder was let down from above. Legolas was the first to climb, then Frodo , Sam and the rest of us following. When I reached the top of the ladder, I was greeted with the site of the others before me seated in front of some elves, which I concluded to be the Lothlorien elves.
" Welcome." One exclaimed in my native language. I sat their quietly on my side listening as words where exchanged. I seldom paid much attention to what each person had to say, little did I know I was not the only one. The one who to me seemed to be the leader of thier elven pack had finally stated his name. Haldir, I believe it was. What caught my attention about this elf is how he paid so much attention to the prince as they conversed. I can't say I am jealous, but I did resent how close they where. How they could be able to talk in a friendly matter, be with thier own kin. My hands clenched the hem of my pants.
Although Aragorn may be human, he walks like an elf, talks like an elf. Hell, he is one! That brings me no comfort what so ever. After the conversation had ended, Legolas sauntered towards us, and told us the procedure in order for us to reach Lothlorien. Blind folded. I blinked. once. twice. Why? Like I trust these elves enough, now they want to blind fold me and lead me into the shadows. I opened my mouth to speak but Aragorn, who sat beside me, nudged me with his elbow and shook his head. It was a lost battle.
We rested while the night settled in.
I organized my bed roll as best as I could. Tonight, there would be no need to stay on guard. I was assured that nothing would attack while we slept. I climbed into the roll and found a comfortable spot. I hardly noticed the shadowy figure creepy up from the side my back was turned. Just before my eyes closed, strong arms wrapped themselves around me and pulled me back against another persons chest. A hand was quickly placed on my mouth and I felt my body being dragged easily deeper into the forest.
Not to soon did we stop or did he stop. It was pitch black and only the moonlight made it possible for my to the outline of the trees. I flinched. The stranger had ran one free arm down my abdomen. " Enjoying this , Lirimaer?" I soon realized this wasn't any of my companions. Neither Legolas or Aragorn, who would be likely suspects. This voice belong to one of the elves we met earlier on... No sooner did I discover his identity.
I bit one of the fingers placed over my mouth and fled forward. " Haldir!" I shouted, but it seems I under estimate the elf's ability. Within second I was in the same potion as before, but only pressed up against a tree. His tightened his grip on my and carried me farther into Lothlorien. For sure nobody would here my pleas. I know someone is keeping watch at night. Surely they will notice my absence. But those were words for comfort. Truthfully the others where much to content worrying about themselves then each other.
My world shattered as I was shoved roughly against a Lothlorien tree. The bark scratching against my skin. I could feel the cold stare that was directed to my head. I turned my head slightly to get a better look of my tormenter, his gray eyes stared at me greedily. There was a hint of an emotion I couldn't decipher, but something told me I would soon find out.
He think lips curved into a satisfied smirk. " Now I know what Glorfindel sees in you. Your innocence. " He knows Glorfindel? Innocence? I'm no way innocent, so what the hell is he talking about? Maybe he was one of the elves that left before our own journey had begun...and maybe Glorfindel might have been with him. " Don't bother, he is not here... and I finally get to taste you." He purred as his whole body was shoved up against mine. Even in this situation, my face flushed a light shade of pink. I cursed silently.
I found the heat intoxicating. I would never have said this to another soul, but the friction between our bodies caused the heat in my lower anatomy to grow. " Release me, you fiend" I demanded, even though it was a half-hearted attempt. But I used as much of the self control I had left.
The smirk he had only grew and he brought my hands together. I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but failed. I never realized elves could be so strong. This would be another interesting fact to tell the people of Gondor, that is if I make it back. I'm not so sure anymore what this elf plans to do with me once he's finished.
" Cute." He murmured, his hand steadily at work. He tied my hands together with a very thing fabric. I don't know where he got it from, but I know one thing. I wasn't going to escape so easily. The though sunk in, and I was at the brink of loosing all dignity and begging for release. ( ---hehe) Twisting, turning and kicking got me no where. Before I could make a sound, soft lips covered mine as he moved my tied hands over my head. By this time, I was beneath him on the ground. The kiss was nothing close to gentle, like Glorfindel did when he and I where together. But that did not stop me from enjoying it.
My faced burned as I turned it to the side. I should be liking this. Then the other elf stopped his movement and his lips disappeared. I could no longer feel the body that was on top of me. At the moment my mind was in a haze, all I wanted as to be touched. My eyes jolted open, Haldir's back was turned to me. His gaze was directed straight ahead of him
" Release him, Haldir." Is that Legolas? I peered around his stiff body. Indeed it was. Again, he has saved me. I'm starting the think of him as some kind of guardian angel. He had his bow and arrow poised and directed at the elder elf's head. What surprised me was the crazed look plastered on his face. Meanwhile, the other elf obliged and untied my hands. With one wary glance toward Legolas, he stepped closer to my and caressed my cheek.
" Looking forward to our next meeting." He wink and disappeared behind the trees. An odd silence filled the empty space around us. I massaged my bruised wrist and nodded toward the other elf. He silently volunteered to walk me back into camp. Obviously, he had a lot on his mind, as I did.
Before we parted, I stopped and turned to him. " Um.. thank you for saving me back there. I've never been in a situation like that and I would have guaranteed you that I would have liked what would have happened if you hadn't interrupted." My hands fiddling nervously on my hair.
His eyes softened. " Naw! Anyone would have done it. Besides, Glorfindel would not want you touched by anyone else. " I blushed furiously. I nodded and waved to him.
" Good night. " A sense of sadness settled in. So he was only doing this because of Glorfindel. Suddenly an arm grabbed my hand and pulled me around.
" Don't be upset. I truly care about your feelings. Now sleep. I will be watching." Again I blushed. When had I become such a shy person. But I nodded and went straight to my bed roll.
tbc
A/N: My god, I finally finished this damn chapter. God my hand hurts. Sorry it took so long, I was busy with preparing everything for school. Man I'm so nervous about next week. I don't like meeting new people. But on well. I have to update some other things to. I hope you liked this chapter. Because I did. Oh well. Here is the clip for the next chapter.
" Its been a while since I've seen you. " An eerie silence hung over them. " You too. Have you been watching out for him?" " Yes Glorfindel..." Stupid I know. But its interesting. Oh well. Please R&R.
Because if I have no support, than am I suppose to stop the fic? End of A/N ( Actually, the word 'alas' is used several times in the book. And yes my english is very good. I actually thought 'anyways' was a word, because a whole bunch of kids in my grade use it. So, sorry if its wrong. If its costing me readers, than I don't really mind. I like my story and it stays how it is. Though the first chapter needed some spelling check >. Well C ya. I'm pretty god at writing, at night that it. But because I'm an impatient little nerd, I do it in the morning. Plus my mom makes me go to bed at night.)
