Disclaimer: Everything
here belongs to Tolkien and his people (New Line Cinema, I guess). I’m not
earning money, I don’t own these characters (oh boy, I wish I did, man) and I
haven’t gotten anything to say about this matter. Oh yes, one last thing! Thanx
soooo much for casting such great actors that fit the parts sooo perfectly! Uh and
Mr Jackson, could u please direct star wars episode 3?
NOTE:
This is an A/A story, and if it might seem more like A/L or ARW/L at first, it’s
not. Story was written with the people playing Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas and Elrond
in mind. In other words, I mean the people in this fic to look like the people
in the movies. Sorry anti-lotr-movie-ists and anti-liv tyler-as-arwen-ists
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They were surrounded. Surrounded by the
stinking, ugly, foul creatures called orcs. Creatures that knew no pity or
moral. Creatures that despised sunlight. Creatures who once were elves. Once.
Legolas, Prince Of Mirkwood, felt for that for
the first time in ages he was starting to be afraid. He knew that his mortal
friends were afraid quite often. But elves….elves hardly ever were afraid…
Next to him, Aragorn recoiled. His sword was
grasped tightly in his hands, and his knuckles were white. His face was pale
and stained with dirt and crimson orc blood. Sweat was running down his
forehead. And still he appeared fierce. “this is bad…” mumbled Aragorn “As bad
as it gets…”
“We’ve had worse” Legolas responded. He knew he
wasn’t being very truthful. He and Aragorn were both weary, and all of the
elven arrows had been spent. And the orcs, instead of becoming less, seemed to
be multiplying. “What are we waiting for, then?” Aragorn asked before he took a
deep breath and said: ”before we go
slaughtering these orcs, Legolas, I want
you to promise me that if you survive and I am slain, you shall go back
to Rivendell and tell Elrond and Arwen that I have perished here in Mordor. And
tell Arwen…tell Arwen how much I love her” Aragorn seemed close to tears
“Aragorn, my friend, you won’t die here, do you hear me?” but Aragorn ignored
him. Before they knew it, the orcs were
slashing towards them, yelling their foul speech to one another and brandishing
their swords. Aragorn roared and dug his sword deep into an orc’s chest, before
cutting the head off another. Orc blood was splattering everything, as Legolas
as Aragorn fought their way through the mass of aggressive orcs. Suddenly one
of the tallest of the creatures came bounding towards Aragorn, who ducked just
in time, escaping the heavy blow of an axe. Aragorn steadied himself, slashing
his sword fiercely at the orc who, after several minutes of fighting, fell to
the floor in a pathetic heap. Aragorn just stood there, for a moment, gasping
for breath. That was when the arrow hit him. Shot by some deadly foe, it hit
Aragorn hard in the chest. For two seconds Aragorn stood still, as if he was
trying to realize what had just happened. Then he keeled over, onto the ground,
where he lay motionless. At first Legolas didn’t notice what had happened. Then
a cry of despair escaped him. He rushed
to his friends side, and while he ran tears streamed down his cheeks. Aragorn
looked at him with weary eyes “Do as I told you, Legolas, go back to Rivendell…”
- “No, Aragorn…you aren’t going to die
now, do you hear me?” legolas said desperately “Not yet…Not here…Not right now…”
For a moment he had forgotten the orcs swarming around them. They came closer,
their swords raised, ready to strike anything that came in their way. Suddenly
all strength left Legolas and he wearily dropped his Bow. The orcs looked
surprised at first and started nervously whispering about, as though thinking
the elf was playing a nasty trick. Finally one of them came towards Legolas,
ordering him to stand up. The elf stood up, though he still was weary from
sorrow and battle. An orc bound Legolas’
hands and pushed him forward. Slowly the they started moving, leaving
Aragorn’s body behind.
After a few miles of walking steadily northward, Legolas slowly felt a strange kind of angry power come to him. Suddenly he smashed his fists into the face of the orc guarding him. Then, like a flash of lightning, he grabbed the orc’s sword and tore the ropes binding his hands, before chopping the head of another orc. Then he ran. He ran faster than he had ever run before, back to the place where they had left Aragorn. But Aragorn was gone. The footprints of the orcs still were there, and a puddle of blood marked the place where Aragorn had lain. But Aragorn himself was no longer there. Tears poured from his eyes, Legolas finally turned around, heading northwest, towards Rivendell.
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Night was slowly falling down on Rivendell when
Legolas finally reached his goal. His face was still marked by grime and sorrow
when he wearily stumbled into the House Of Lord Elrond. Elrond was sitting in
his library, as Legolas staggered into
the room. The elven Lord jumped p from
his seat and rushed towards Legolas, who was desperately trying not to faint. “Legolas,
what-” Elrond asked before being interrupted by Legolas “it’s Aragorn, My Lord”
the words brought tears back to Legolas’s eyes “he was slain…slain by orcs,
back in mordor…”
Elrond turned away, and Legolas was not
surprised to see that he was crying, too. Legolas understood, for Aragorn and
Elrond had been as close as father and son.
Both elves stood silently for a moment, then
Elrond spoke “does my daughter know?” Legolas shook his head “I promised
Aragorn I would tell her. And I will.” With that he turned and left the room.
Arwen was walking in the forests of Rivendell,
the very place where she had first met Aragorn. Legolas wished he wouldn’t have
to tell about Aragorn and destroy her happiness. But he had to. At that
moment Arwen turned towards him and smiled “What brings you here, Legolas?” Legolas
didn’t answer, he stood silently, until Arwen asked “what’s wrong?” Legolas
drew a shaky breath. “It’s Aragorn…” -“Aragorn?” Arwen repeated “What about him? He’s…he’s not…not hurt… is he?” Legolas shook
his head and looked at the ground “Worse…He is dead” Arwen gasped “He told me
to” Legolas choked back a sob “He told me to tell you that he loves you…” Then he looked at Arwen. Even
though his eyes were filled with tears, he could see that she was traumatized “Please Legolas… tell me you are lying…” she
said desperately. Legolas buried his face in his arms and wept “Oh Arwen…I wish
I was…” Arwen stood still, her expression stunned “No…it can’t be” she
whispered “It can’t be” she cried once more, before she turned around and
ran off into the night
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Yeah, I know…I suck when it comes to writing…..just
could you please REVIEW? PULLEASSE????