Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine. Belethruv and a couple are
mine, but not the others.
Other: * will encircle things that are thought by characters. In the
parantheses there will either be (el. ) or (t. ). (el. ) stands for the
true form of elvish that I found on www.hobbitslive.com. (t. ) is the
elvish on the Tel'Mithrim site at their elvish
is somewhat different.
Merlraven: I just wanted to thank Gilgalad gwen for reviewing. Hope you enjoy.
The Isle: A Meeting
Back to the west, Sam and the hobbits made there way to Gondor. Bill carried Sam through the forests and grasses softly as possible, hoping to allow the hobbit some sleep. Meanwhile, the other hobbits watched out for him as they quietly tried to discern the way. They hoped to get to Gondor soon, but some odd weather had held them up for quite some time. Resting that night, little peace was found by the quiet group. Weeks later they would make there way to Gondor, and Arwen would be called to them. She would want to help, and heal the poor hobbit, but something would urge her to not to.
Aragorn had seen Legolas' blade fly from the oliphant and the other disappear with the fallen rider. He continued to make his was limping towards the now approaching oliphant. Gimli was barely able to keep up with the man. The rest of Belethruv's group followed. The oliphant seemed to stop in its tracks just as the rider had fallen off. Seeming to sense what would happen, Aragorn yelled out to the elf, "Legolas!" To Aragorn and the dwarf's horror it bucked. They now saw Legolas thrown from the back of the oliphant. Legolas seemed to fly through the air. They saw him slightly twist in the air, in order to be able to see the approaching ground and trees. For a moment he looked like he was flying. The wind blew back his locks as the rain pummeled against all of them. Finally, he fell into the trees. From there he was hidden from view.
Legolas plummeted to the ground, as he tried to figure out a way to save himself from splattering across the muddy environment. Seeing the trees he had hope. With deft moves he tried to slow himself down by the branches. Sliding off each branch before feeling to much force, he continued down. Sometimes he was unsuccessful. He hit his ribs on a nearby branch then slammed his leg against another one. He shoulders were put there so much abuse, and his shirt was starting to become even redder with blood. As the stain grew, his vision dimmed. Calling out lightly for help, the elf was no longer aware of anything.
The oliphant now started to try to kill the men once more. With jerking movements it approached the running band. The animal seemed quite wearied from the loss of blood. Belethruv's men approached it leaving Aragorn and Gimli freedom to search for Legolas. The oliphant was a quick kill since it had lost a lot of blood. Aragorn and Gimli pushed their way into the small stand of trees. They had seen these stands as they traveled, but never imagined how they outside looks betrayed the truth of their size inside. It seemed almost doubtful that they would find one elf amongst the tall trees. If he had just fallen off of the oliphant it would have been different, but with the oliphant's force he might end up anywhere in the bramble. They started searching for their companion. Crisscrossing the ground they searched. Aragorn started calling out his name, and Gimli joined in. A couple of times Aragorn checked the above leafage in hopes that they would see Legolas' entrance point. As time passed on they both became more anxious. Traveling for what seemed like a long time, they were "greeted" by a puddle of blood. Legolas was no where to be seen. Aragorn started calling out, "Legolas, Manke naa lle! (el. Legolas, where are you!)" Downright annoyed with his worry, Gimli started yelling, "Come out you moody, incessant elf, or I'll..I'll I don't know but it will be horrific!" After hearing the creaking of branches and such, Aragorn looked up. Many levels above them they saw a shape. Fearing the worse, Aragorn made his way up. Grabbing one branch after another, he pulled himself up. The pain in his side grew as he with each movement. Gimli was left muttering to himself about killing the elf if he got himself killed up there. Aragorn started to feel panic rising in his chest. As more was revealed he could tell the elf was not standing nor laying on a branching...he was hanging from one. But what was he hanging from? The leaves seemed to keep his vision from being clear. Aragorn approached the elf quicker and quicker. Out of breath he stopped on one of the larger perches. Blood was seeping from his side, but he did not even notice it. Seemingly in vain he looked up, but he actually could see more.
There was Legolas. Blood was dripping from his motionless form as wind blew the trees around. The elf was so quite. Aragorn's breathe caught in his throat, the elf truly was hanging.
Merlraven: I just wanted to thank Gilgalad gwen for reviewing. Hope you enjoy.
The Isle: A Meeting
Back to the west, Sam and the hobbits made there way to Gondor. Bill carried Sam through the forests and grasses softly as possible, hoping to allow the hobbit some sleep. Meanwhile, the other hobbits watched out for him as they quietly tried to discern the way. They hoped to get to Gondor soon, but some odd weather had held them up for quite some time. Resting that night, little peace was found by the quiet group. Weeks later they would make there way to Gondor, and Arwen would be called to them. She would want to help, and heal the poor hobbit, but something would urge her to not to.
Aragorn had seen Legolas' blade fly from the oliphant and the other disappear with the fallen rider. He continued to make his was limping towards the now approaching oliphant. Gimli was barely able to keep up with the man. The rest of Belethruv's group followed. The oliphant seemed to stop in its tracks just as the rider had fallen off. Seeming to sense what would happen, Aragorn yelled out to the elf, "Legolas!" To Aragorn and the dwarf's horror it bucked. They now saw Legolas thrown from the back of the oliphant. Legolas seemed to fly through the air. They saw him slightly twist in the air, in order to be able to see the approaching ground and trees. For a moment he looked like he was flying. The wind blew back his locks as the rain pummeled against all of them. Finally, he fell into the trees. From there he was hidden from view.
Legolas plummeted to the ground, as he tried to figure out a way to save himself from splattering across the muddy environment. Seeing the trees he had hope. With deft moves he tried to slow himself down by the branches. Sliding off each branch before feeling to much force, he continued down. Sometimes he was unsuccessful. He hit his ribs on a nearby branch then slammed his leg against another one. He shoulders were put there so much abuse, and his shirt was starting to become even redder with blood. As the stain grew, his vision dimmed. Calling out lightly for help, the elf was no longer aware of anything.
The oliphant now started to try to kill the men once more. With jerking movements it approached the running band. The animal seemed quite wearied from the loss of blood. Belethruv's men approached it leaving Aragorn and Gimli freedom to search for Legolas. The oliphant was a quick kill since it had lost a lot of blood. Aragorn and Gimli pushed their way into the small stand of trees. They had seen these stands as they traveled, but never imagined how they outside looks betrayed the truth of their size inside. It seemed almost doubtful that they would find one elf amongst the tall trees. If he had just fallen off of the oliphant it would have been different, but with the oliphant's force he might end up anywhere in the bramble. They started searching for their companion. Crisscrossing the ground they searched. Aragorn started calling out his name, and Gimli joined in. A couple of times Aragorn checked the above leafage in hopes that they would see Legolas' entrance point. As time passed on they both became more anxious. Traveling for what seemed like a long time, they were "greeted" by a puddle of blood. Legolas was no where to be seen. Aragorn started calling out, "Legolas, Manke naa lle! (el. Legolas, where are you!)" Downright annoyed with his worry, Gimli started yelling, "Come out you moody, incessant elf, or I'll..I'll I don't know but it will be horrific!" After hearing the creaking of branches and such, Aragorn looked up. Many levels above them they saw a shape. Fearing the worse, Aragorn made his way up. Grabbing one branch after another, he pulled himself up. The pain in his side grew as he with each movement. Gimli was left muttering to himself about killing the elf if he got himself killed up there. Aragorn started to feel panic rising in his chest. As more was revealed he could tell the elf was not standing nor laying on a branching...he was hanging from one. But what was he hanging from? The leaves seemed to keep his vision from being clear. Aragorn approached the elf quicker and quicker. Out of breath he stopped on one of the larger perches. Blood was seeping from his side, but he did not even notice it. Seemingly in vain he looked up, but he actually could see more.
There was Legolas. Blood was dripping from his motionless form as wind blew the trees around. The elf was so quite. Aragorn's breathe caught in his throat, the elf truly was hanging.