Disclaimer: See chapter one
Foreword: Oh my god! I am so sorry! I had started this chapter a while ago, but had no time to finish it. I am SO sorry!
These bonds that bind us
Chapter three: The gate of Moria
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"GIMLI!" Legolas shouted, taking his hands from the reins long enough to string two arrows and aim. Firing he was awarded with a shriek from the monster before it flailed back into the deep water, the elven arrows protruding from his eye. Dismounting he reached over and unhooked Gimli's axe from the side of his horse before turning toward the slightly shocked dwarven warrior.
"Are you alright?" The silvan elf cried, jogging over to his friend's side, and handing him his axe. "You're not injured?"
"No." The dwarf ran his hand up and down the wooden shaft of his beloved weapon, suddenly feeling much safer now that he was armed. "Oh, and Legolas?"
"Yes?" The elf turned to walk back to his horse and their supplies. "What is it?"
"You're hovering again." The dwarf reported with a grin.
"Ha ha, very funny." The elf retorted. So involved were they in their bickering that they never noticed when the water began to ripple more dangerously than before.
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"King Thranduil?" A voice startled the silvan elf from his sleep. Mumbling, Thranduil opened his eyes to see a messenger kneeling before him. Narrowing his eyes he realized that the messenger was from Rivendell. Suddenly he was wide awake.
"Yes? What is it?" He bit his lip, hoping that it had nothing to do with his son. Legolas had done a complete 360 since the beginning of the war of the ring. The fun-loving elf that loved to wreak all types of havoc and play tricks along with the twin sons of Elrond was gone, replaced by a battle-hardened warrior who didn't really liked what he did, but was good at it.
"Lord Elrond asks that you come and take a short visit, since his sons are going to be traveling to Gondor soon." The messenger bowed, "I apologize for waking you, but Lord Elrond wanted a speedy answer."
"Of course." Thranduil laughed, relieved that it had absolutely nothing to do with Legolas. "Elrond always had no patience when it came to any one other than his family. You tell him I will be there. When is it by the way?"
"In about two weeks, King."
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"STUBBORN ELF!" Gimli roared, narrowly missing the rock that had just careened past his head. "WATCH WHAT YOU'RE DOING!"
Legolas, his hands full, was not in the best of moods now due to the fact they had been attempting to climb over the rocks without much success. There had to be a way. The orcs got in, didn't they? And Gimli wasn't helping matters with his yelling. "I am trying the best I can, Mellon, but may I remind you I am not the craftsman?"
"And I am not a guardsman, so you might speed it up. You know, I might not be able to hold off the hordes of enemies that are doubtlessly hiding for us and then, where would we be? You stuck up there. unable to do a thing..." He wiped an imaginary tear away, "My poor father would be devastated."
Legolas snorted, "Relieved would be more like it, I simply cannot understand why anyone would desire your presence." He hauled a rather large rock away and cursed when it went rolling down the small hill before landing with a crash among a loud cry from Gimli.
"Gimli?" Legolas turned, eyes wide, "Gimli, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would..." His sapphire eyes widened even further and his heart skipped several beats. He couldn't breathe... "GIMLI!"
The dwarf was gone.
With hands that shook the elven archer latched his bow onto his back and grabbed a hold of his quiver. Taking a deep breath Legolas launched himself into the water after his friend and the creature who dared separate them. Don't worry, Gimli. I'm coming.
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Lord Elrond reclined backwards in his chair, a book held up in front of him as he leisurely read. His door crashed open and his eldest son, Elladan ran in, panting. "ADA!"
The Lord of Imladris bolted upright, his heart thudding painfully. He wasn't even able to ask what was wrong before he remembered the twins had gone on a hunting trip into the mountains. Something had obviously happened to Elrohir. Sure enough...
"Ada, Ro and I were attacked by orcs in the northern channel, Ro was hit by an arrow but it didn't look poisoned so we took our time getting back. But, Ada, his arm is swelling and turning purple! I have no idea what kind of poison this is! He can't breath!" The elder twin rambled off in a matter of seconds, and when he went to take a breath, Elrond swiftly interjected.
"Peace, Elladan, I know of this poison and it is easy enough to cure. Where is Elrohir?"
"I took him to his room, Ada. He wanted to be there instead of the healing rooms." Elladan sighed, relieved that his brother wasn't in any mortal danger. It had been a close call in his eyes.
"Of course." The elven lord chuckled, "You two always, when you had a say in the matter, preferred your own rooms." Or each other's as it were. "But enough of that, what were you two doing in the northern channel, Elladan? I thought I told you to stay away from there?"
The twin hung his head, chuckling humorlessly. It was too much to hope that the sharp healer wouldn't notice his little slip. They were in for it now. The entered the younger twin's room, Elladan still trying to ramble his way out of the blame. Though it was his fault, however it was his fault. If only he hadn't thought of chasing after those orcs. Elrohir wouldn't be hurt if he had just listened to his smarter brother and left them alone.
"I cannot believe you disobeyed me, Elladan!" Lord Elrond chided with a sharp tone, "The northern channel is off limits for a reason! I thought you-"
"Ada, please, It's my fault." The soft plea caught both elves attention and they turned to look at the elven youth struggling to sit up in his bed. "I convinced El to take the Northern pass."
Elladan's eyes widened, "Ro..."
"We were chasing after a buck," Elrohir explained to Elrond as the healer began checking his purple-tinted arm. "I had managed to wound him but he had already started into the Northern channel. El didn't want to venture so far in, but I really wanted the buck, Ada, he would have been able to feed Narisa's family for a month."
Lord Elrond thought this over. Elrohir was known to put aside danger for a bigger goal, and helping out Narisa's family, who had helped the twins when they had been stranded in the mountains one winter, was such a goal. Not to mention where one twin went, the other followed. It was inevitable.
"Fine, I can see how such a thing would have happened." Lord Elrond muttered, though inside he was laughing at the relief emitted by both twins. He knew that wasn't what had happened, but who could blame them? They were elflings still, in their hearts. "Did you catch the buck?"
As he had expected the twins both launched into a lond explanation at why they hadn't. Both stories were totally unrealistic and both extremely opposites. "Peace!" He laughed, "I know what happened!" It was what I would have done. After what those creatures had done to Celebrian, no, I wouldn't have let them go either. He surveyed both his children and felt a sense of growing pride. His sons.
His sons were fine and somewhere, out there, were his other three.
Aragorn and Arwen, safe and happy in their city of stone. Legolas was doubtlessly with them, probably giving the ranger turned King a hard time. As always. Yes, they were all fine, happy, and, above all, safe.
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Afterword: I am soooo sorry! To have this chapter be so late and then so short! AHHHH! Here's the deal, I will not update unless I get at LEAST three review per chapter! I just want to know if Im wasting my time! Alright, Im not trying to be mean, but, come on, I need to know.