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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.
The Isle: A Meeting
Previously: 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, he truly was hanging.
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Upon closer look, it was not from his neck but from his wrist. Legolas seemed to have hit everything possible on his downward fall. He was bruised and his eyes were no longer open. Aragorn whispered, "They're closed." It meant that the elf was truly wounded. But how did he get stuck in that way? If the Legolas had fallen any farther, he might not have made it. Aragorn tried to make it farther up, but he could not. He stumbled slightly as the tried once again try. The limbs near him on the tree were not strong enough to carry his frame. But by leaping to another, he was not sure if he would fall to the ground or dislodge Legolas' hanging body. The continual rain had slowly soaked the branches Any odd mood might make Legolas slip out from between the fork that he was in. He decided to take a chance, he got ready to fling himself over when the branches once more creaked. The wind seemed to make Legolas start to slightly swing from his hanging place. With a small movement in the trees, Legolas slipped. Legolas fell towards Aragorn who caught him. Trying to balance himself and the elf, he stood for a second. Then they fell backwards. Aragorn refused to believe this could happen. With a death grip on his friend's good arm, they plummeted. Oddly they hit a branch that did not seem to have been in that place earlier. Aragorn yelped quietly as his side was pounded against the tough bark. He was now laying across the limb, as Legolas was hanging below him. Trying to regain his breath, he continued to hold the elf up by the wrist.
They were a lot closer to the ground now. Maybe about twenty lengths up? He noticed the dwarf looking up at them. Gimli was unsure of what to do. He knew he could not climb up the trees. But from the looks of it Aragorn and the elf, were not going to come done on their own in any helpful way (a way that would not bring harm). Gimli shrugged slightly and decided whatever happened he would help. Aragorn knew they need to get down, but how. He imagined many scenarios that could ensue. Once more Aragorn pulled Legolas up. He began to make his way down the trees. Legolas still had not moved, and Aragorn's side was screaming in torture. Slipping slightly they fell to the next branch. This was repeated many times till finally they reached the muddy ground. There Aragorn started to bandage Legolas' shoulder. Soon he became aware of the strain that the elf's wrist had endured. It was red and inflamed from the pressure of its enclosure in the branches' fork. Wrapping it lightly, Aragorn, muttered to himself about how it took not an enemy to bring the elf down in the end. All it took was an inanimate tree. After some time there seemed to be mainly just bruises in store for the elf....and broken ribs, a wounded shoulder, and a massively bruised wrist. The elf still lay there unconscious. Gimli watched over the fallen elf as Aragorn bandaged his own wound. Yes, the wound had been made larger. Once finished, Aragorn lightly picked up the elf. With Gimli trailing behind, they made their way out of the forest. Partially there, Aragorn stumbled falling to his knees but he did not drop his friend. With the sudden stop, Legolas awoke. He sat up and looked at his friends. "Lad," Gimli questioned. After the smallest shake of his head, Legolas nodded. Then the bantering ensued. Gimli retorted, "So I see you tried your skill at flying Master Elf." Legolas answered, "Well it's a wonder you could see anything, considering I was up so high and you are down so low." Smiling Aragorn broke up the bickering, "I believe we must go now, if both of you are done." "I can assure you we are Aragorn, after all Master Elf here already tried to become one with the trees," Gimli said with a small snort. The group started on their way out. "At least I could reach a tree," Legolas said with mischievous thoughts running through his mind. They soon made their way out of the enclosing forest.
With an open view, the carnage that had ensued could be seen. Great patches of muddy filth were reddened with pulls of hot blood that seemed to hiss as the cold rain connected with it. With a quick glance at the battlefield, Aragorn found the rest of the group....a couple of times. Different squished bodies parts across the battlefield. They slowly made their way around the battlefield, as Gimli inconspicuously watched out for his two wounded friends. He refused to let them see him, worry about them....at least not that annoying elf. Finally they made their way back to Belethruv's group. They did not seem to be in any better shape then Aragorn and Legolas. Calling Arod and Rimalith, Legolas soon mounted. Arod was mounted by the now complaining dwarf. Legolas trusted Arod to watch out for Gimli, but the dwarf still despised having to ride. Aragorn ended up on one of the dead men's horses. In the end about five out of the eight members were wounded. Belethruv's men seemed to barely be hanging in there. Talane and Belethruv had also made it out alive, though Talane now seemed to have temporarily lost the use of his arm and drifted in and out of consciousness. Legolas softly asked, "What were they?" Belethruv spat out, "Mapradagher." Aragorn questioned, "And how do you know this?" Belethruv slightly glared. "We found a rider who was not quite dead. Before killing him, we questioned him. Is that okay with you," Belethruv muttered yet his voice fell to just below a whisper for the last part.
The group took off, once more they were hoping to be able to accomplish their quest. All the while Legolas mused over the people they had just fought. The name did not make sense, though it had something to do with radag (el. Beast). The word as the elvish he was accustomed to. Mulling this over he watched the weather slowly become even less hospitable. Unconsciously, he rubbed his sore wrist as they passed between the cliffs. Noticing what he was doing he, glanced up at Aragorn. The human seemed to be carrying on well. Meanwhile, *Next time they stopped, both would probably have to be taken car of*, the dwarf thought as he watched the two ahead of him.
Once on the other side, they rested. Unlike the other nights, the groups of people seemed to be drawn into different groups. A lot of Belethruv's men including the now conscious Talane set themselves up farther away from Belethruv. They were still not quite in the old Fellowship's area. Legolas took the first watch as the others slept. The wind seemed to be lighter on this side of the Ered Luin, though there seemed to be something worst here. Whatever it was...there seemed to be little hope that it would leave them alone. Legolas questioned the reliability of their guide. But who did not question him, Belethruv was not the kind of guy one should trust. During the late night, Aragorn did not awaken for his watch so the elf took over that watch also. Gimli soon woke up. He was slightly startled to see the elf on watch, he had been convinced it was Aragorn's turn. He guessed he could be wrong. Gimli got up and made his way over to Legolas' side. The elf knew he was coming. They talked for some time. Before the next watch took over, Legolas had returned to his own place and fell asleep. The Master Dwarf watched over the company. Far past the dwarf's capable hearing, a lone cry was heard. Legolas sat up abruptly but the call did not repeat itself. Gimli started to wake the others, while Legolas started off with his bow.
Upon awakening, Aragorn started muttering to himself about the insanity of the nonsensical elf. Believing Legolas quite able to take care of himself, the ranger started to ready for travel. Laughing slightly Aragorn knew Legolas would have numerous excuses for his leaving the group behind while chasing after some "spectral" beast. None that accounted for his current injured state, or the fact that it would be easier to kill something as a group. The elf soon returned with a bemused look on his face. With a look, Aragorn questioned the elf. Legolas seemed unsure of any answer that would be fitting. Belethruv's group was finally ready, so the continued on their journey. Belethruv led them north along the cliffs and rocks of Ered Luin.
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.
The Isle: A Meeting
Previously: 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, he truly was hanging.
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Upon closer look, it was not from his neck but from his wrist. Legolas seemed to have hit everything possible on his downward fall. He was bruised and his eyes were no longer open. Aragorn whispered, "They're closed." It meant that the elf was truly wounded. But how did he get stuck in that way? If the Legolas had fallen any farther, he might not have made it. Aragorn tried to make it farther up, but he could not. He stumbled slightly as the tried once again try. The limbs near him on the tree were not strong enough to carry his frame. But by leaping to another, he was not sure if he would fall to the ground or dislodge Legolas' hanging body. The continual rain had slowly soaked the branches Any odd mood might make Legolas slip out from between the fork that he was in. He decided to take a chance, he got ready to fling himself over when the branches once more creaked. The wind seemed to make Legolas start to slightly swing from his hanging place. With a small movement in the trees, Legolas slipped. Legolas fell towards Aragorn who caught him. Trying to balance himself and the elf, he stood for a second. Then they fell backwards. Aragorn refused to believe this could happen. With a death grip on his friend's good arm, they plummeted. Oddly they hit a branch that did not seem to have been in that place earlier. Aragorn yelped quietly as his side was pounded against the tough bark. He was now laying across the limb, as Legolas was hanging below him. Trying to regain his breath, he continued to hold the elf up by the wrist.
They were a lot closer to the ground now. Maybe about twenty lengths up? He noticed the dwarf looking up at them. Gimli was unsure of what to do. He knew he could not climb up the trees. But from the looks of it Aragorn and the elf, were not going to come done on their own in any helpful way (a way that would not bring harm). Gimli shrugged slightly and decided whatever happened he would help. Aragorn knew they need to get down, but how. He imagined many scenarios that could ensue. Once more Aragorn pulled Legolas up. He began to make his way down the trees. Legolas still had not moved, and Aragorn's side was screaming in torture. Slipping slightly they fell to the next branch. This was repeated many times till finally they reached the muddy ground. There Aragorn started to bandage Legolas' shoulder. Soon he became aware of the strain that the elf's wrist had endured. It was red and inflamed from the pressure of its enclosure in the branches' fork. Wrapping it lightly, Aragorn, muttered to himself about how it took not an enemy to bring the elf down in the end. All it took was an inanimate tree. After some time there seemed to be mainly just bruises in store for the elf....and broken ribs, a wounded shoulder, and a massively bruised wrist. The elf still lay there unconscious. Gimli watched over the fallen elf as Aragorn bandaged his own wound. Yes, the wound had been made larger. Once finished, Aragorn lightly picked up the elf. With Gimli trailing behind, they made their way out of the forest. Partially there, Aragorn stumbled falling to his knees but he did not drop his friend. With the sudden stop, Legolas awoke. He sat up and looked at his friends. "Lad," Gimli questioned. After the smallest shake of his head, Legolas nodded. Then the bantering ensued. Gimli retorted, "So I see you tried your skill at flying Master Elf." Legolas answered, "Well it's a wonder you could see anything, considering I was up so high and you are down so low." Smiling Aragorn broke up the bickering, "I believe we must go now, if both of you are done." "I can assure you we are Aragorn, after all Master Elf here already tried to become one with the trees," Gimli said with a small snort. The group started on their way out. "At least I could reach a tree," Legolas said with mischievous thoughts running through his mind. They soon made their way out of the enclosing forest.
With an open view, the carnage that had ensued could be seen. Great patches of muddy filth were reddened with pulls of hot blood that seemed to hiss as the cold rain connected with it. With a quick glance at the battlefield, Aragorn found the rest of the group....a couple of times. Different squished bodies parts across the battlefield. They slowly made their way around the battlefield, as Gimli inconspicuously watched out for his two wounded friends. He refused to let them see him, worry about them....at least not that annoying elf. Finally they made their way back to Belethruv's group. They did not seem to be in any better shape then Aragorn and Legolas. Calling Arod and Rimalith, Legolas soon mounted. Arod was mounted by the now complaining dwarf. Legolas trusted Arod to watch out for Gimli, but the dwarf still despised having to ride. Aragorn ended up on one of the dead men's horses. In the end about five out of the eight members were wounded. Belethruv's men seemed to barely be hanging in there. Talane and Belethruv had also made it out alive, though Talane now seemed to have temporarily lost the use of his arm and drifted in and out of consciousness. Legolas softly asked, "What were they?" Belethruv spat out, "Mapradagher." Aragorn questioned, "And how do you know this?" Belethruv slightly glared. "We found a rider who was not quite dead. Before killing him, we questioned him. Is that okay with you," Belethruv muttered yet his voice fell to just below a whisper for the last part.
The group took off, once more they were hoping to be able to accomplish their quest. All the while Legolas mused over the people they had just fought. The name did not make sense, though it had something to do with radag (el. Beast). The word as the elvish he was accustomed to. Mulling this over he watched the weather slowly become even less hospitable. Unconsciously, he rubbed his sore wrist as they passed between the cliffs. Noticing what he was doing he, glanced up at Aragorn. The human seemed to be carrying on well. Meanwhile, *Next time they stopped, both would probably have to be taken car of*, the dwarf thought as he watched the two ahead of him.
Once on the other side, they rested. Unlike the other nights, the groups of people seemed to be drawn into different groups. A lot of Belethruv's men including the now conscious Talane set themselves up farther away from Belethruv. They were still not quite in the old Fellowship's area. Legolas took the first watch as the others slept. The wind seemed to be lighter on this side of the Ered Luin, though there seemed to be something worst here. Whatever it was...there seemed to be little hope that it would leave them alone. Legolas questioned the reliability of their guide. But who did not question him, Belethruv was not the kind of guy one should trust. During the late night, Aragorn did not awaken for his watch so the elf took over that watch also. Gimli soon woke up. He was slightly startled to see the elf on watch, he had been convinced it was Aragorn's turn. He guessed he could be wrong. Gimli got up and made his way over to Legolas' side. The elf knew he was coming. They talked for some time. Before the next watch took over, Legolas had returned to his own place and fell asleep. The Master Dwarf watched over the company. Far past the dwarf's capable hearing, a lone cry was heard. Legolas sat up abruptly but the call did not repeat itself. Gimli started to wake the others, while Legolas started off with his bow.
Upon awakening, Aragorn started muttering to himself about the insanity of the nonsensical elf. Believing Legolas quite able to take care of himself, the ranger started to ready for travel. Laughing slightly Aragorn knew Legolas would have numerous excuses for his leaving the group behind while chasing after some "spectral" beast. None that accounted for his current injured state, or the fact that it would be easier to kill something as a group. The elf soon returned with a bemused look on his face. With a look, Aragorn questioned the elf. Legolas seemed unsure of any answer that would be fitting. Belethruv's group was finally ready, so the continued on their journey. Belethruv led them north along the cliffs and rocks of Ered Luin.