Title: Opposites of the Same
Chapter Title: New Beginnings 2/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Rating: PG 13 (For Now)
Genre: [AU] Action/Suspense/etc
Disclaimer: *Trin and Kar, after successfully finding the field where the Lawyers grow, happily pour gasoline all over it and prance around with evil smirks* Kar: *flicks a match on it* Field: *POOF* Trin and Kar: *waits* *grins to self* WOOHOO! We can NOW say that we ow-...
-*a voice rises*-
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be the copyright that was broken,
The lawyers again shall be kings.
*New laywer field pops up, Trin and Kar are surrounded*
Kar: *seethes, smoke rises from ears*
Trin: *GLARE*!!!!! Fine ... we don't own them. At all. Stupid lawyers!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: What if you found someone in the woods that you knew long ago but forgot about? What if this person was your twin, long thought dead? What if he was now jealous of the life you led while he was caught in the clutches of an evil man bent on your destruction? What if he took your place... would your loves one realize it before it's too late?
A/Ns:
Trin: Uh ... wow. Considering our track record, we updated rather quickly! Go us! :-D Now, *ahem*, anyway, one thing the readers should know. Aragorn and Arador are four years old, when this fic starts. If they were two, they'd be a little ... uh ... too un-intelligent? Errr ... well, you know what I mean. Even though they're not geniuses at four, they still mostly understand what people are sayin' to them. Meh... LOL. (By the way: This is still all Kar's fault!!!)
Kar: Well well well, a nice *long* chapter for yall!! I hadn't expected it to reach more then 2000 words. And, as far as what Trin said, what she meant is that if we had made the twins two years old, then they, more Arador then Aragorn, would not have understood the concept of parent's love, of being abandonned those type of things. It's ok if you didn't got what Trin said, i'm prolly the only one able to understand her at time, and vice versa ;). (By the way, it would have been MY fault if the idea would have been MINE, but it's HER'S so not my fault)
Elladan stared down at the woman laying limply in his arms, shock and disbelief clearly visible in his grey eyes. He gently put Gilrean's body on the ground, then brought a trembling hand to her eyes that he slowly closed. He softly whispered a prayer for her soul, his words echoing those of his twin. When he was finished, he got up and looked at his brother.
"You stay here with the boy, I'm going to look for his brother."
Elrohir nodded mutely, still cradling the young Aragorn in his arms.
Elladan began to scout the surrounding area, looking for any signs of the missing twin. He absentmindedly noticed that there was no orcs left in the encampment, the orcs having successfully been backed down away from it. But, after all that had happened, the first thought that came to the elf's mind about this fact was that it would make his search easier.
His exploration led him to the edge of the forest that surrounded the back of the village. His keen eyes immediately fell on a small brooch, but it was not a welcoming sight for it was lying in the middle of a big pool of blood.
Not wanting to jump to conclusions, he took it and turned around to show his twin what he had just found.
*~*~*~*
Elladan's worst fears were confirmed the moment he saw tears fall from Elrohir's eyes. It had taken only one look from his twin to the brooch to confirm them, and Elladan was wondering how he knew that it had been Arador's, especially since none of them had seen this brooch before.
Elrohir answered his twin's unspoken question by turning the boy he held around.
Elladan fell to his knees at the sight of the brooch holding Aragorn's cloak; it was identical to the blood covered one in his palm.
The same feeling struck the twins at the same time: failure. Both bowed their head in grief; failing Arathorn was one thing ... failing his wife and son was something else entirely.
A long silence followed, where they both only stared at each other in a dazed sort of shock. Aragorn made not a sound nor moved an inch from his spot in Elrohir's arms. A veil had fallen across the boy's eyes, clouding him from the outside world. Elladan doubted that anything was registering in his young mind at the moment.
Elladan finally gathered his courage to speak, almost fearing his brother's reaction.
"I ... I think we should not tell Ada." He spoke so quietly that Elrohir had to strain to hear him.
"Not tell Ada?!" Elrohir whispered sharply. "Pray tell where you came up with this idea!"
Elladan gazed around him, looking at the entire camp that had been slaughtered. "Look brother! We have failed, and not only in protecting Arathorn! The entire Ranger camp here has been killed! Women, children, men ... we lost Gilrean and Arador as well!" Elladan choked as he spoke the other twin's name. If they had only tried harder ... now Aragorn would grow up, halved from his twin. Elladan knew if Elrohir passed away, he would surely die of grief.
"Nobody knows of Arador. That grief, we can keep to ourselves." Elladan blinked back tears.
Elrohir nodded mutely, clutching Aragorn tighter to his chest. "I - ... I suppose you are right, my brother. For now, we must protect Aragorn. He is the last in the line of Kings; without him, there is no hope for men."
It was then that they noticed exactly how still Aragorn was. Alarm swept through Elladan and he quickly checked the boy over for injuries. He found none however, and breathed a small sigh of relief. Scooping the boy up, he headed for the horses, Elrohir a few steps behind him.
"What's wrong with him 'Dan?" Elrohir asked, his voice laced with worry.
"I do not know. His breathing is normal and he has no injuries that I could see, but something is clearly wrong. We should hurry back to Rivendell, Ada will know what to do."
Elrohir nodded, then helped his brother mount his horse with the boy before getting on his own.
They both spurred their horses forward, leaving the now empty village behind, along with a part of themselves. Because leaving it was an easy feat, but the weight of their failure would forever haunt them.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Dark Lord sat upon his throne as the small form of Arador quivered on the floor before him. The child was scared out of his mind. 'Not surprising,' the evil man sneered to himself, 'most men cower in the face of evil. Why should this one - albeit young - be any different?'
"Your orders, Lord Caspias?" One of the human servants asked, eyeing the child.
Caspias glared at the man who dared disturb his silence. He noted with satisfaction how the man wilted under his stare. Smirking to himself, he spoke quietly.
"Prepare a room." Raising a hand, he stopped the man from leaving, correcting himself. "Prepare a room fit for a Prince ..." He looked at Arador. "Or, a future King ..."
The man bowed lowly, slipping out the large door and letting it shut with a loud "snick". The sound frightened the child, causing him to wince rather noticeably.
Few living beings knew the true Caspias, as most never saw through the false front he projected. Many foolishly believed him to be a Lord who attained his status by brute strength alone, but that was not true. Those who knew the truth knew that Caspias' deviousness and manipulation skills won him his position. His tongue may have been sugar coated, but it was still forked, with the ability to weave webs of lies and deceit so powerful that villages crumbled to nothing-ness. Simply put, Caspias was not the lesser being he pretended to be. And at the moment, this was especially true, as he put his new plan into action.
Trust. That was what this plan depended on. The trust that Arador would place into Caspias. Caspias grinned maliciously. This would be his best deception yet.
"What do you desire?" Caspias asked suddenly, so that Arador jumped.
The boy looked at him with confusion in his eyes. Caspias almost groaned aloud; this was going to be harder than he thought.
"What do you want, boy?" He asked again.
"Papa," Arador claimed softly.
"'Papa'? Why ever would you want him?" The Lord stood, pacing around the room. "He abandoned you. He left you in the middle of a battlefield to protect others. Now he's dead. Your mother obviously cared more for your brother, since he's alive now, with the elves. She's gone also. And those twins," Caspias snarled, "they did not even try to rescue you. You have nobody, my young Arador."
"They ... they loved me! ...Didn't they?" Arador turned fearful eyes up to the imposing man that now knelt in front of him.
"No. They have never loved you. Haven't you ever wondered why your brother was hugged more? Why your father played with him more? You are the youngest. Your brother was the one they cared for." Caspias grinned inwardly as the boy shook silently, tears rolling down the young face. Arador turned his eyes to the floor, not wanting to see the face of his tormentor.
With more gentleness than anyone thought the Dark Lord possible of, Caspias placed his hand on the boy's cheek, turning Arador's face upward. His thumb brushed away the tears, then stroked the long, dark hair.
"Stay with me, Arador. I can give you anything you want. Anything you could possibly dream of."
Arador's breath hitched and he froze, stuck in indecision. A war raged inside his head; he knew his parents loved him. Didn't they? As he thought about it more, the memories twisted, Caspias' words echoing in his ears. His parents didn't love him. They didn't. And he truly had nobody. Squaring his small shoulders, he met the eyes of the Dark Lord, one question falling from his lips.
"Anything?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The two half-elves made it to Rivendell in record time, and they wasted not a moment in getting their protégé to their father.
After a quick explanation of the boy's condition, the twins were ushered out of the room by their father –to their utmost annoyance- and left to pace in front of the door.
After what seemed like an age, Elrond finally left the room and before the twins could ask any questions, he shook his head and pointed in the direction of his study.
The second that he closed the door, the twins asked in unison the question that was burning on their lips.
"What's wrong with him, Ada?"
"Truthfully, I am not sure myself. He is sleeping now, but when I examined him he gave no sign of being aware of my presence. He is in a catatonic state, probably caused by the horrors of the attack on his home. I do not know in what condition he will be when he snaps out of his present state, nor when this will happen. What I do know is that he will need a lot of tending to during this time."
"We will do it!" Elladan and Elrohir said together.
And they did. For a week they took care of the boy, of his every need. There was never one moment where the boy would be alone, one of them was always at his side, even during the night.
The sun rose on the seventh day of Aragorn's stay in Imladris, and the boy woke up. The twins had become accustomed to the fact that that the boy always roused with the sun, but they had not been accustomed to what happened next.
The boy was looking around him, a first for him, and his eyes finally fell on the two other occupants of the room. A small frown appeared on his face, confusion shown clearly in his eyes.
"Hello..." He tentatively said.
Both twins nearly fell off of their chairs. They had not gotten over the shock of his first word when he resumed to talk.
"Who am I?"
That question literally floored them. But, as they remarked with a pang of sadness, it would make matter easier for them. The boy needed a new identity for his protection, and his lack of memories was going to be handy.
"Your name is Estel."
They both looked at the boy with apprehension while he took in this information, fearful that he might remember something. But he didn't, and after slowly nodding, he asked another question.
"I know you, but I don't remember you. Where am I? And why am I here?"
"You are in Rivendell. You've been here since your birth. Our father and the both of us have been taking care of you ever since." Elladan said carefully.
They both breathed a silent sigh of relief when the boy accepted their explanation, and a few more when he finally stopped asking questions. Their father would deal with the rest; they didn't have the nerve to reply to the boy when each time they feared that he would remember something.
After getting him dressed and telling him about their father, they led Estel to him and there he did something extremely unexpected.
Estel hugged the Elf Lord, clinging to him. This was the final proof that he was ready to settle in his *new* life. Something that brought both happiness and grief to the twins. Because, in their opinion, he should have been raised by his parents. But the orcs had robbed that from him, so he was given a chance at a normal life here at Imladris, up until he was ready to face his destiny.
At the same time, in another part of the great expanse of Arda, another little boy was settling into his new life, deep within the bowels of a dark castle...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
-21 Years Later-
Legolas was comfortably sitting on the ground, his eyes transfixed by the dancing flames of the fire in front of him. He had just made a small camp for the night, deciding that after the long journey from Mirkwood with hardly any stops, he deserved a good rest. Especially since he was closing in on his destination, Rivendell.
The thought of his best friend's house made him smile. He had hardly seen the twins in the last five years, and that was a lot for him. Legolas' duty as a Prince kept him home for the better part of those years, as did the safety of his Woods. But he had finally decided that he needed a reprieve, and this trip to Rivendell immediately came to mind.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a piercing cry broke the calmness of the night. Shifting into warrior mode, the blonde elf immediately left his small camp, heading in the cry's direction.
It led him to the surroundings of a small clearing ... a small clearing full of orcs.
Legolas quickly scanned it and his eyes fell on a familiar face.
Aragorn was hanging by his hands from a tree, his clothes torn to shreds by what Legolas thought to be a whip.
The elf was trying to decide in what way he could help his long time friend when he saw that the orc closest to Aragorn took out a blade.
The orc toyed with it a bit, then he suddenly raised it into the air, right over the back of Aragorn's neck. Legolas froze as the blade fell, meant to take the human's life.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC...................................
Kar: *grinning from ear to ear*
Trin: *pouting*
Aragorn and Legolas: *hovering over the flames of Hell in a net, whimpering*
Kar: I..
Trin: shut up!
Kar: DID IT!!! I did better *grins*
Trin: *mutter*
Kar: What was that?
Trin: The first cliffie was easy to out-evil.
Kar: *snicker* *sing LOUD* Trin is a sore loser
Trin: *glare*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reviews!
Rhonda - LMAO!!!! Here's more, enjoy you evil wench! ;) =P
Lori - Thank you! I'm glad you like it, hope you like the latest chapter!
Firniswin - *looks at all the caps lock* Wow. LOL. I hope we got this out soon enough for you! ;) Enjoy and thanks for reviewing!
grumpy - Ah, you feel sorry for Arador *now*. ;) *grins evilly to self* *ahem* Happy to know you liked it.
Hiei-Rulez - Well, they *are* twins, so they'll look alike. So yes, they'll have the same degree of hotness. *grins* And, you don't like cliffies? ...*hides with Kar* *ahem* ;)
tmelange - Thanks and glad you like it!!!! :-)
NaughtyNat - Yeah, when this plot was created, myself (Trin) and Cathy (known as XsilicaX on fanfiction.net, I think ...) were aiming for something original. The plot was then abandoned until Kar and I picked it back up, LOL. Glad you like it though, hope you enjoy the latest chapter! :-D
Reviews, as always, are welcome. Constructive criticism also. Flames ... will be laughed and poked fun at. :-)
Chapter Title: New Beginnings 2/?
Authors: TrinityTheSheDevil and Karine
Rating: PG 13 (For Now)
Genre: [AU] Action/Suspense/etc
Disclaimer: *Trin and Kar, after successfully finding the field where the Lawyers grow, happily pour gasoline all over it and prance around with evil smirks* Kar: *flicks a match on it* Field: *POOF* Trin and Kar: *waits* *grins to self* WOOHOO! We can NOW say that we ow-...
-*a voice rises*-
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring.
Renewed shall be the copyright that was broken,
The lawyers again shall be kings.
*New laywer field pops up, Trin and Kar are surrounded*
Kar: *seethes, smoke rises from ears*
Trin: *GLARE*!!!!! Fine ... we don't own them. At all. Stupid lawyers!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: What if you found someone in the woods that you knew long ago but forgot about? What if this person was your twin, long thought dead? What if he was now jealous of the life you led while he was caught in the clutches of an evil man bent on your destruction? What if he took your place... would your loves one realize it before it's too late?
A/Ns:
Trin: Uh ... wow. Considering our track record, we updated rather quickly! Go us! :-D Now, *ahem*, anyway, one thing the readers should know. Aragorn and Arador are four years old, when this fic starts. If they were two, they'd be a little ... uh ... too un-intelligent? Errr ... well, you know what I mean. Even though they're not geniuses at four, they still mostly understand what people are sayin' to them. Meh... LOL. (By the way: This is still all Kar's fault!!!)
Kar: Well well well, a nice *long* chapter for yall!! I hadn't expected it to reach more then 2000 words. And, as far as what Trin said, what she meant is that if we had made the twins two years old, then they, more Arador then Aragorn, would not have understood the concept of parent's love, of being abandonned those type of things. It's ok if you didn't got what Trin said, i'm prolly the only one able to understand her at time, and vice versa ;). (By the way, it would have been MY fault if the idea would have been MINE, but it's HER'S so not my fault)
Elladan stared down at the woman laying limply in his arms, shock and disbelief clearly visible in his grey eyes. He gently put Gilrean's body on the ground, then brought a trembling hand to her eyes that he slowly closed. He softly whispered a prayer for her soul, his words echoing those of his twin. When he was finished, he got up and looked at his brother.
"You stay here with the boy, I'm going to look for his brother."
Elrohir nodded mutely, still cradling the young Aragorn in his arms.
Elladan began to scout the surrounding area, looking for any signs of the missing twin. He absentmindedly noticed that there was no orcs left in the encampment, the orcs having successfully been backed down away from it. But, after all that had happened, the first thought that came to the elf's mind about this fact was that it would make his search easier.
His exploration led him to the edge of the forest that surrounded the back of the village. His keen eyes immediately fell on a small brooch, but it was not a welcoming sight for it was lying in the middle of a big pool of blood.
Not wanting to jump to conclusions, he took it and turned around to show his twin what he had just found.
*~*~*~*
Elladan's worst fears were confirmed the moment he saw tears fall from Elrohir's eyes. It had taken only one look from his twin to the brooch to confirm them, and Elladan was wondering how he knew that it had been Arador's, especially since none of them had seen this brooch before.
Elrohir answered his twin's unspoken question by turning the boy he held around.
Elladan fell to his knees at the sight of the brooch holding Aragorn's cloak; it was identical to the blood covered one in his palm.
The same feeling struck the twins at the same time: failure. Both bowed their head in grief; failing Arathorn was one thing ... failing his wife and son was something else entirely.
A long silence followed, where they both only stared at each other in a dazed sort of shock. Aragorn made not a sound nor moved an inch from his spot in Elrohir's arms. A veil had fallen across the boy's eyes, clouding him from the outside world. Elladan doubted that anything was registering in his young mind at the moment.
Elladan finally gathered his courage to speak, almost fearing his brother's reaction.
"I ... I think we should not tell Ada." He spoke so quietly that Elrohir had to strain to hear him.
"Not tell Ada?!" Elrohir whispered sharply. "Pray tell where you came up with this idea!"
Elladan gazed around him, looking at the entire camp that had been slaughtered. "Look brother! We have failed, and not only in protecting Arathorn! The entire Ranger camp here has been killed! Women, children, men ... we lost Gilrean and Arador as well!" Elladan choked as he spoke the other twin's name. If they had only tried harder ... now Aragorn would grow up, halved from his twin. Elladan knew if Elrohir passed away, he would surely die of grief.
"Nobody knows of Arador. That grief, we can keep to ourselves." Elladan blinked back tears.
Elrohir nodded mutely, clutching Aragorn tighter to his chest. "I - ... I suppose you are right, my brother. For now, we must protect Aragorn. He is the last in the line of Kings; without him, there is no hope for men."
It was then that they noticed exactly how still Aragorn was. Alarm swept through Elladan and he quickly checked the boy over for injuries. He found none however, and breathed a small sigh of relief. Scooping the boy up, he headed for the horses, Elrohir a few steps behind him.
"What's wrong with him 'Dan?" Elrohir asked, his voice laced with worry.
"I do not know. His breathing is normal and he has no injuries that I could see, but something is clearly wrong. We should hurry back to Rivendell, Ada will know what to do."
Elrohir nodded, then helped his brother mount his horse with the boy before getting on his own.
They both spurred their horses forward, leaving the now empty village behind, along with a part of themselves. Because leaving it was an easy feat, but the weight of their failure would forever haunt them.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The Dark Lord sat upon his throne as the small form of Arador quivered on the floor before him. The child was scared out of his mind. 'Not surprising,' the evil man sneered to himself, 'most men cower in the face of evil. Why should this one - albeit young - be any different?'
"Your orders, Lord Caspias?" One of the human servants asked, eyeing the child.
Caspias glared at the man who dared disturb his silence. He noted with satisfaction how the man wilted under his stare. Smirking to himself, he spoke quietly.
"Prepare a room." Raising a hand, he stopped the man from leaving, correcting himself. "Prepare a room fit for a Prince ..." He looked at Arador. "Or, a future King ..."
The man bowed lowly, slipping out the large door and letting it shut with a loud "snick". The sound frightened the child, causing him to wince rather noticeably.
Few living beings knew the true Caspias, as most never saw through the false front he projected. Many foolishly believed him to be a Lord who attained his status by brute strength alone, but that was not true. Those who knew the truth knew that Caspias' deviousness and manipulation skills won him his position. His tongue may have been sugar coated, but it was still forked, with the ability to weave webs of lies and deceit so powerful that villages crumbled to nothing-ness. Simply put, Caspias was not the lesser being he pretended to be. And at the moment, this was especially true, as he put his new plan into action.
Trust. That was what this plan depended on. The trust that Arador would place into Caspias. Caspias grinned maliciously. This would be his best deception yet.
"What do you desire?" Caspias asked suddenly, so that Arador jumped.
The boy looked at him with confusion in his eyes. Caspias almost groaned aloud; this was going to be harder than he thought.
"What do you want, boy?" He asked again.
"Papa," Arador claimed softly.
"'Papa'? Why ever would you want him?" The Lord stood, pacing around the room. "He abandoned you. He left you in the middle of a battlefield to protect others. Now he's dead. Your mother obviously cared more for your brother, since he's alive now, with the elves. She's gone also. And those twins," Caspias snarled, "they did not even try to rescue you. You have nobody, my young Arador."
"They ... they loved me! ...Didn't they?" Arador turned fearful eyes up to the imposing man that now knelt in front of him.
"No. They have never loved you. Haven't you ever wondered why your brother was hugged more? Why your father played with him more? You are the youngest. Your brother was the one they cared for." Caspias grinned inwardly as the boy shook silently, tears rolling down the young face. Arador turned his eyes to the floor, not wanting to see the face of his tormentor.
With more gentleness than anyone thought the Dark Lord possible of, Caspias placed his hand on the boy's cheek, turning Arador's face upward. His thumb brushed away the tears, then stroked the long, dark hair.
"Stay with me, Arador. I can give you anything you want. Anything you could possibly dream of."
Arador's breath hitched and he froze, stuck in indecision. A war raged inside his head; he knew his parents loved him. Didn't they? As he thought about it more, the memories twisted, Caspias' words echoing in his ears. His parents didn't love him. They didn't. And he truly had nobody. Squaring his small shoulders, he met the eyes of the Dark Lord, one question falling from his lips.
"Anything?"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The two half-elves made it to Rivendell in record time, and they wasted not a moment in getting their protégé to their father.
After a quick explanation of the boy's condition, the twins were ushered out of the room by their father –to their utmost annoyance- and left to pace in front of the door.
After what seemed like an age, Elrond finally left the room and before the twins could ask any questions, he shook his head and pointed in the direction of his study.
The second that he closed the door, the twins asked in unison the question that was burning on their lips.
"What's wrong with him, Ada?"
"Truthfully, I am not sure myself. He is sleeping now, but when I examined him he gave no sign of being aware of my presence. He is in a catatonic state, probably caused by the horrors of the attack on his home. I do not know in what condition he will be when he snaps out of his present state, nor when this will happen. What I do know is that he will need a lot of tending to during this time."
"We will do it!" Elladan and Elrohir said together.
And they did. For a week they took care of the boy, of his every need. There was never one moment where the boy would be alone, one of them was always at his side, even during the night.
The sun rose on the seventh day of Aragorn's stay in Imladris, and the boy woke up. The twins had become accustomed to the fact that that the boy always roused with the sun, but they had not been accustomed to what happened next.
The boy was looking around him, a first for him, and his eyes finally fell on the two other occupants of the room. A small frown appeared on his face, confusion shown clearly in his eyes.
"Hello..." He tentatively said.
Both twins nearly fell off of their chairs. They had not gotten over the shock of his first word when he resumed to talk.
"Who am I?"
That question literally floored them. But, as they remarked with a pang of sadness, it would make matter easier for them. The boy needed a new identity for his protection, and his lack of memories was going to be handy.
"Your name is Estel."
They both looked at the boy with apprehension while he took in this information, fearful that he might remember something. But he didn't, and after slowly nodding, he asked another question.
"I know you, but I don't remember you. Where am I? And why am I here?"
"You are in Rivendell. You've been here since your birth. Our father and the both of us have been taking care of you ever since." Elladan said carefully.
They both breathed a silent sigh of relief when the boy accepted their explanation, and a few more when he finally stopped asking questions. Their father would deal with the rest; they didn't have the nerve to reply to the boy when each time they feared that he would remember something.
After getting him dressed and telling him about their father, they led Estel to him and there he did something extremely unexpected.
Estel hugged the Elf Lord, clinging to him. This was the final proof that he was ready to settle in his *new* life. Something that brought both happiness and grief to the twins. Because, in their opinion, he should have been raised by his parents. But the orcs had robbed that from him, so he was given a chance at a normal life here at Imladris, up until he was ready to face his destiny.
At the same time, in another part of the great expanse of Arda, another little boy was settling into his new life, deep within the bowels of a dark castle...
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
-21 Years Later-
Legolas was comfortably sitting on the ground, his eyes transfixed by the dancing flames of the fire in front of him. He had just made a small camp for the night, deciding that after the long journey from Mirkwood with hardly any stops, he deserved a good rest. Especially since he was closing in on his destination, Rivendell.
The thought of his best friend's house made him smile. He had hardly seen the twins in the last five years, and that was a lot for him. Legolas' duty as a Prince kept him home for the better part of those years, as did the safety of his Woods. But he had finally decided that he needed a reprieve, and this trip to Rivendell immediately came to mind.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when a piercing cry broke the calmness of the night. Shifting into warrior mode, the blonde elf immediately left his small camp, heading in the cry's direction.
It led him to the surroundings of a small clearing ... a small clearing full of orcs.
Legolas quickly scanned it and his eyes fell on a familiar face.
Aragorn was hanging by his hands from a tree, his clothes torn to shreds by what Legolas thought to be a whip.
The elf was trying to decide in what way he could help his long time friend when he saw that the orc closest to Aragorn took out a blade.
The orc toyed with it a bit, then he suddenly raised it into the air, right over the back of Aragorn's neck. Legolas froze as the blade fell, meant to take the human's life.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC...................................
Kar: *grinning from ear to ear*
Trin: *pouting*
Aragorn and Legolas: *hovering over the flames of Hell in a net, whimpering*
Kar: I..
Trin: shut up!
Kar: DID IT!!! I did better *grins*
Trin: *mutter*
Kar: What was that?
Trin: The first cliffie was easy to out-evil.
Kar: *snicker* *sing LOUD* Trin is a sore loser
Trin: *glare*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reviews!
Rhonda - LMAO!!!! Here's more, enjoy you evil wench! ;) =P
Lori - Thank you! I'm glad you like it, hope you like the latest chapter!
Firniswin - *looks at all the caps lock* Wow. LOL. I hope we got this out soon enough for you! ;) Enjoy and thanks for reviewing!
grumpy - Ah, you feel sorry for Arador *now*. ;) *grins evilly to self* *ahem* Happy to know you liked it.
Hiei-Rulez - Well, they *are* twins, so they'll look alike. So yes, they'll have the same degree of hotness. *grins* And, you don't like cliffies? ...*hides with Kar* *ahem* ;)
tmelange - Thanks and glad you like it!!!! :-)
NaughtyNat - Yeah, when this plot was created, myself (Trin) and Cathy (known as XsilicaX on fanfiction.net, I think ...) were aiming for something original. The plot was then abandoned until Kar and I picked it back up, LOL. Glad you like it though, hope you enjoy the latest chapter! :-D
Reviews, as always, are welcome. Constructive criticism also. Flames ... will be laughed and poked fun at. :-)