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where tears fall: Thanks so much to all the wonderful people who reviewed! You amek me happy. Concerning Aragorn, I know he doesn't find out who he really is till he is 20, but this his my story andI have him learn that at a young age. Itried to make the chapters longer, andI apoligize previously for any mistakes I have on any of the heredity or personalities of any of the characters. zfrom now on I will update about once (or twice if I can) a week. Yea! chapter two!
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A spider wailed through the night as an arrow caught it through its middle. The arachnid fell limp out of the tree, and landed in a heap by its fallen comrades. A fair, blond elf clad in green and brown nimbly leapt out a tree and silently landed next to the pile of creatures.
He plucked an arrow from the spider's midsection and placed it back in his pack.
The fair elf looked scowled at the pile of dead spiders on the forest floor. There very being made him frown.
Their oversized abdomen and hideous features were the very symbol of what the great forest was becoming.
Mirkwood was not always this dark and dangerous. It once had been a great place of light. It was once called Greenwood the Great.
Then evil started to take over the great forest and it became a place known for its evil creatures, especially the spiders.
Legolas broke his stare away from the pile of arachnids and began to walk through the trees, the last of the sun's rays reflecting off his golden hair. He was supposed to be on a hunting trip, or that is what he told his adar, King Thranduil.
He was only supposed to be gone for a couple of days.
But he had become... preoccupied.
Legolas sighed and brushed a strand of golden blond hair from his face. His adar did not want him to go, but Legolas had convinced him otherwise. It was dark times in Mirkwood. Far too dark for the Wood-elf King's liking.
It was not a safe place for anyone, not alone the crowned prince of Mirkwood, to be "gallivanting around the forest". As his father had put it.
Thranduil wanted him to stay in the castle grounds and learn the ways of the court, but Legolas's heart truly lay in the forest.
He loved the trees and every light creature that walked under the green canopy. He had a connection with nature that even the wood-elves thought was unnatural. The elf would spend days if he could just sitting in a tree and humming a light tune; feeling the cool breeze flowing through his hair and listening to the song of nature.
But, sadly, he was a prince and had duties he needed to fulfill and the once safe forest was steadily gaining darkness everyday.
Legolas truly abhorred the council meetings he was obliged to attend. They were positively boring. He would usually spend the time pretending to listen to the drabble of the certain elves go on about on thing or another, while he thought about the fresh air and cool breezes.
But he was the prince, and as the prince it was his duty to go to the meetings, even though he had almost no say in any of the issues presented.
He needed a break from the palace and the meetings. That is why he wished to go on a hunting trip.
Although he did not mention to his ada what he would be hunting…
Spiders and wargs roamed about constantly causing trouble and infesting the forest.
Legolas had been listening to the song of bird, when he heard the wretched spider's call and decided to "investigate".
Unfortunately, his "investigation" led the blond elf farther than he intended to go into the forest. He had easily taken out the spiders, for they were relatively small (compared to some other spiders in the forest) and there was not that many of them. Unfortunately, the prince had wasted precious time.
Now there would be not time to go on a real hunting trip and come back without his adar sending half the army after him.
The light from the sun was waning as it sank lower into the sky. Legolas looked up at the clouds and listened to the soft voice of forest sing its song to him. Legolas smiled broadly at the melody of the trees. Most of the trees were still fair and good. Their song always lifted his spirits.
He continued this way walking soundlessly along the forest floor, absorbing the beauty of the forest it's self.
The trees suddenly became silent all at once. The fair elf became completely alert and swiftly took out his elegantly crafted elven bow.
His keen elf-eyes swept the forest and his elf ears listened for the faintest sounds. He could hear the faint whispering among the trees as the wind blew by a soundless warning. The trees became unusually loud and urged him to run.
They warned of danger and were screaming at him to take shelter fast.
Through the jumbled warnings, all the trees said the same thing before an eerie hush came over the forest.
All Legolas could hear was his soundless breathing as one last tree whispered: wargs
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A huge snarling beast came out of the forest at tremendous speed and bore down upon its prey.
"Wargs! It just had to be wargs! I always get all the luck." Aragorn said to himself as he sprung out of the way of the beast's attack.
He slashed the warg's shoulder as it came down narrowly avoiding the man. The warg howled a blood curdling scream which allowed its huge fangs to be exposed, stained with the blood of its previous victims.
Aragorn pushed down the bile rising in his throat, as he avoided the attack of the now extremely angry warg.
The warg sprang out again just narrowly missing Aragorn, and ran back around, prepared to attack again. The enormous warg now stood infront of the man. It's fur gnarled and wrenched, claws sharp enough to slash a man's throat open. Blood steadily flowed from a wound on it's shoulder were Aragorn had cut it. It growled at Aragorn exposing again it's blood stained teeth yet again. It's eyes were a pinpointed yellow that seemed to be deciding how to eat it's prey.
Aragorn took a step back. He couldn't avoid the attacks of the beast forever. A smile crept up on his face as he thought of what to do. The beast lunged down upon him barely giving him a second to react, but this time he stood his ground and drove he sword into the skull of the beast, with a sickening sound that made his stomach lurch.
Unfortunately, he missed calculated how fast the warg was running and was driven back onto the ground with a very dead warg crushing him.
The air was abruptly knocked out of his lungs, and it felt like an eternity before he regained it.
Even with regaining it, his side hurt and he suspected that it was from a combination of a bruised rib and a very large animal crushing him.
He tried to move, but the stench of the beast alone was enough to make him gag, never mind his pounding head and rib.
The beast had pinned him down on his chest, and it would take awhile for him to regain enough energy to push it off. In the meantime warm blood from the warg's wound flowed down upon him, making him want to vomit again.
"Just great, now your going to die here under this wretched beast." Aragorn said to himself as he tried to painfully wriggle his way out from under the warg.
But, something was pricing at the back of his mind.
Something very important that he felt he was supposed to remember.
An ear-piercing howl from the right made him quickly realize what it was.
A yes, wargs always hunt in packs. Aragorn thought
Like I said, I always have the best luck...
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where tears fall: hoped you liked it. Reviews are always welcome- anything- praises, critiques, (Did I miss a comma somewhere?) Look for the next chapter next week. Thanks again to my reviewers!
