DISCLAIMER:
See chapter one.
Series:
None.
Spoilers:
See chapter one
Wow, thanks for all the fast reviews! It made me decide to come and post another chapter.
To clarify something someone asked, Legolas and Endara are traveling from Mirkwood to Rivendell, as in the original Lord of the Rings story. Someone else wanted to know how to the hobbits are going to come into this…and unfortunately they're not. As much as I'd like the hobbits to be in this, only Bilbo will be there (as he was living in Rivendell at the time in the book). I'm sorry! :-( I do know this is going to majorly mess up the story line—but this will focus mainly on Legolas and the One Ring, instead of switching between the characters as Tolkien did.
Also, I know I didn't explain how or why Legolas got the Ring in the first place, and that shall be explained as soon as we reach Rivendell.
Also, if you like this type of writing, look up "Cassia" on Fanfiction.net. She has some absolutely wonderful stories about Legolas and Aragorn, non-slash and non-smut, that are totally awesome and original.
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Three Rings for the Elven-Kings
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Chapter Two
Glorfindel
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"My lord? Can you hear me?"
Slowly Legolas opened his eyes; the sky was still cloudy, but it was lightening in the east. Dawn was approaching. The small ring of pine trees that encircled the clearing gave off a sweet, soothing sent to the elf's nose. Blinking slightly in the increased light he looked up into Endara's concerned eyes.
"Endara?" he murmured. "I thought you were dead—no, that was a dream. What happened? Where am I?" He tried to sit up, but a second elf, one with thick golden hair, pushed him gently back down.
"Rest, Prince Legolas," the strange elf, with his distinct Noldorin accent, commanded softly. "You are wounded. The Black Riders managed to stab you with a Morgul knife, and the wound is deep. I was out looking for you last night, and I picked up the Rider's trail riding hard this way. I followed them to you, and helped Endara here drive them off. You passed out soon after I arrived. My name is Glorfindel, and I come from Rivendell."
Legolas' silvery-blue eyes traveled to the face of his friend, Endara, who watched him anxiously. The elf's right arm was thickly bandaged from wrist to elbow, and held in a sling. "What happened to your arm?" he asked, trying to remember all that had happened.
Endara shrugged slightly. "But a scratch, my lord."
Now that he was awake, Legolas felt the pain of his injured left shoulder more keenly, and he felt cold. Gently the two other elves moved him closer to a blazing fire; he hardly felt the heat from it. His arm ached from pain and cold, and he shivered helplessly.
Glorfindel drew Endara aside. "We must get him to Rivendell, and quickly," he said in a low voice. "This wound is beyond my abilities to heal. Also, last night I caught a glimpse of the knife before the blade melted away. The knife was notched—I believe a piece may have remained inside of the wound."
"We must get it out, then," Endara said, alarmed.
"We can't—I checked the wound this morning, and it has closed up. If we open it now, Legolas could bleed to death, and I have no skills as a surgeon. No, we must get him to Rivendell as quickly as possible."
Endara looked over at Legolas lying motionless near to the fire. The only motion he made was a slight trembling from the cold of his wound. Glorfindel gently placed a hand on the younger elf's shoulder. "Do not give up hope, Endara. Your master is strong and young, and if we move quickly he will survive this as well."
"But what of the Riders?"
"They are content to wait and see if your lord falls victim to the blade—all the more reason to hurry. What of your horses?"
"The Riders scared them off."
"Your lord must ride my horse, then, and we will run. Come, we must move now."
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Bent over the horse's white neck, Legolas rode silently, in pain. Glorfindel took the lead, setting a fast jog. Endara, his arm still held awkwardly in a sling, took up the rear, trotting beside the horse's flank.
All through the day and evening they traveled, with hardly a stop to re-warm Legolas more than once. At last, near midnight and the rising of the moon, Glorfindel gently lifted Legolas to the ground, covered him warmly, and started a fire. Endara sat down next to his lord and took his left hand; the fingers were icy cold, as was the rest of the arm.
"He's going cold," Endara said to a concerned Glorfindel. The Noldorin elf stared into Legolas' eyes for a long moment. "Is there nothing you can do?"
"Stay here," the elf ordered. "I will be back soon—keep the fire going, whatever you do. And keep him warm and as comfortable as you can make him." With that, the golden-haired elf stepped out of camp and disappeared into the rocky forest beyond.
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Very very short, I know, but I decided to put it up anyway. So…what do you think? Questions, comments, complaints?