Legolas stared in shock. " What do you mean, From Mirkwood? "
His father never sent him a message unless Lord Elrond told him that Legolas was wounded Grievously. Or,...Unless something was wrong with Thranduil himself...
" Who sent the letter Faramir? " Asked Aragorn, He too was worried for Thranduil, and for Legolas. Legolas was his best friend, and had been for over 40 years.
" Faramir, who sent the message?? " Aragorn spoke louder, getting an unwilling Faramir's attention.
" King Thranduil sent the message Aragorn, and it is grievious, because the stamp is in black."
" What are you all waiting for!? Instead of talking about the letter, why don't you read it?? " There is no need for suspense" Gimli huffed, with his arms crossed across his chest.
" You are right, Faramir, if you will. " Aragorn said, Pointedly looking at Faramirs cloak.
" Yes, My lord." Faramir said while giving the letter stamped in black to his king, and friend.
Aragorn took the letter and opened it with a calm demeanor, though inside, he was frightened.
'What if the kingdom is overrun, or Thranduil dead or kidnapped or a slave or--- Stop it!' He scolded himself, ' There is no need for scaring yourself to death! ' Aragorn sighed inwardly. This is not going to end well. Aragorn opened the letter, and scanned it quickly, then he read it slowly studying it word for word.
As he read the letter, his insides suddenly sank to the ground, his heart leaping to his throat. " Oh Valar." Aragorn whispered.
This was not unheard to any present in the hall, and as soon as this reached Legolas' ears his heart stopped.
" Aragorn, what did it say?? " Legolas whispered, face turned away towards the floor.
Aragorn didn't answer, instead he handed the letter to Legolas.
" I am so sorry Legolas. " Aragorn answered gruffly.
Legolas slowly opened the letter again, and looked at the words.
At first they would not register in his head and mind, so he had to read it several times to understand.
" Legolas Greenleaf,
My son, a great evil is in Mirkwood.
I fear that we are in great danger. An evil is in Mirkwood greater than Dol Guldor, and it has already destroyed many of our fellow kin. Fernwin was among those who faded.
Legolas, you are needed here my son. Mirkwood is in great peril, and I fear that I cannot keep everything under control without you.
You can even bring that damned dwarf with you.
Thranduil
Aragorn was upset, well to say that to him self would be the most underestimated word of the century, but more so, he was in shock. Elves were not meant to die.The Eldar is a superior race. A graceful and beautiful race, and yet the immortals were leaving Arda, traveling to the West, into Valinar.....Yet still some sick twisted person was killing them with not so much as a decent death. With no Mercy...No regrets—
A muffled cry immediatly disrupted his thoughts, ending them suddenly.
"No" The simple word that was whispered from Legolas' Lips, like the soft whisp of wind passing by a leaf, was said in anguish, anger, sorrow, and shock.
When Aragorn looked at Legolas' he truly thought that Legolas would pass out, or take off at a dead run to Mirkwood, where the dreadful message came from.
. Legolas' pale chiseled features were set in a shocked expression, staring at the letter.
" Legolas, are you alright? " Aragorn ask, feeling foolish after he said it.
'Of course he isn't! His home is being soiled by his people's blood unmercifully! ' 'would you be okay ?!' Aragorn yelled at himself inwardly.
When Aragorn looked up, his storm grey eyes met near black elven eyes.
Legolas and Aragorn looked at each other, and an understanding passed between them.
" I'm going to Mirkwood. " Legolas stated simply, with an icy edge tinted in the words.
" And I'm Going with you" Aragorn said back, His eyes still planted on Legolas'.
" Well, I'll be damned if I let a stubborn elf and dirty human go without a regal sturdy protector !! " Gimli said, fully knowing that they knew he was kidding.
" Of course you are coming Gimli, whether we wanted you to come or not." Aragorn replied to Gimli's self implied boasting.
" Really Gimli, you are so full of yourself, that I can practically smell it,…wait never mind...that smell was always there. "
Legolas said, Mirth full in his voice, though it did not trully show in his eyes.
"Lord Aragorn? " Faramir said, still standing Next to Gimli, yet looking useless.
" Yes Faramir, I know, you will have to watch Minas Tirith. Arwen is visiting her father Lord Elrond so you're going to have to watch the kingdom for me. Celesil can assist you. I am sorry, but this is so sudden, and I have to go.
I earned Thranduil's trust after a long time, and since then we have become good friends, though the friendship isn't as strong as it should, because of his problem towards other races, he is still my good friend. He needs me there to help him, and to help Legolas' with all that needs to be done, and to be his companion in travel, to assure his safety. Though I am compleley aware that he can handle his own." Aragorn told Faramir.
" Aih, thats true, though I hate to admit it to such an elf. " Gimli agreed dispationetly, though he meant it completly.
" Ai Gimli, You will not live that down, though I appreciate it immensly, Hannon lle. " Legolas said Without Doubt or thought what so-ever, since Gimli had been Legolas' friend for a many years.
" Well. ...We need to get going. " Gimli said uncomfortably, clearing his throat a few times.
" I shall prepare your horses. " Faramir announced.
" I am going to pack my bags, as well as you two should. Thank you Faramir. " Said Aragorn as he headed down the hall towards the stairs that lead to the second floor, where royalty slept, as well as honored guests.
"Your welcome my lord" Faramir said as he walked down the hall.
" Aih, I will, I will meet you two in the stables in 30 minutes." Legolas said, while he nimbly stepped up the beautiful marble staircase, while Gimli was a few steps behind.
Gimli nodded in reply, stepping into his room quickly, that was right next to the top of the staircase, while Legolas and Aragorn's room were next to each other down the hall.
A guest occupied the room next to Gimli's so Legolas' usually slept in the room next to that room, though he could always hear Gimli's loud snores wherever he slept.
At the stable, the stable boys began feeding the horse's breakfast, except for Arod and Vanyll, who were being secured and checked to make sure the bags were tightly held against them for the 3 1/2 week journey to Mirkwood.
"Do you have your healing pouches?? " Legolas' asked, Valor knows how many wounds they will get on THIS journey.
" Actually I do, and I brought EXTRA supplies, just in case, or actually...when we do get injured, since we always inevitably do one way or the other." Aragorn said with a broad grin.
" Don't worry, we will be fine, while I am here to protect the two of you." Gimli said cockily.
" Wow Gimli, Your mouth really IS as big as your imagination,… well, one expected from a cocky obnoxious rock dwelling dwarf." Legolas fired with mirth.
" Watch it you suicidal elf, your stepping past, your limit's with me." Gimli fired back.
" Oh, forgive me O mighty one. I didn't know I had Limits with the almighty dwarf of TERROR." Legolas said with a false quiver in his voice.
" Ooo that's it elf " Gimli said advancing quickly, mighty ax in hand, fully intended to chop Legolas' pretty head off his neck.
" Come children, we must get going, we have a long journey ahead of us. " Aragorn said, Grinning broadly while he climbed atop Vanyll.
" Yes motherhen. " Legolas said.
" Hey! I only meant to keep your head as far away from Gimli's ax as possible. " Aragorn replied laughing.
" Oh, I am afraid that words wont be enough, Master human. ' Gimli Growled, though Mirth was evident in his voice.
" Gimli you couldn't kill me if you tried, I am to fast for those tree stumps that you call legs. " Legolas said, while he leaped gracefully onto Arod's back.
" Tree stumps ??....TREE STUMPS ?!!! " Gimli Yelled. " At least I don't talk to trees!" Gimli yelled.
" I am afraid you lost the fight mellon nin. " Aragorn chuckled.
Legolas helped Gimli Atop Arods back, placing him behind Himself, while Gimli muttered a rather colorful stream of dwarvin curses, that were too jumbled to understand except for the words.. Head, ax, blood, bones..and akwardly, ...Spoon.
The Gates of Minas Tirith Opened slowly while the two horses and there three riders quickly rode out. In haste to reach Mirkwood, Where Evil waited for them, and Mirkwoods Crown Prince...
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