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Here is my first fiction. It is complete and 12 chapters long, including both epilogues. I live off feedback, so please give generously.
Title: Friends Never Say Goodbye
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It gets better as it goes on, trust me. On the way back from Mirkwood, Aragorn and Legolas run into a marauding band of Orcs. Will both of them live to fulfill their destiny? Will either?
Friends Never Say Goodbye
Disclaimer: I own nothing (sadly) that was written by J.R.R. Tolkien or made into a movie by New Line Cinema
i'll admit, this isn’t much longer than the original, but i have added more detail!
Aragorn looked around him contently. Festively colored trees were in back and to the side of him and several were dotted here and there ahead, the sky was a bright periwinkle blue, and the wind carried just a nip of autumn chill. He was coming back from a trip to Mirkwood with his elf friend Legolas, who also happened to be a prince of the Woodland Realm. They were now heading to Rivendell, to catch up with Gandalf the Grey, a powerful Istar, or wizard, and see how the hunt for Gollum was going. The vile creature knew where the Ring was and Gandalf needed that information.
“What do you think Gandalf wants to tell us?” Legolas said, breaking into Aragorn’s thoughts. Gandalf had called them away hurriedly and without any explanation. The wizard’s message had said that it was about Gollum, but had not included why he desired to talk to them about his hunt. “He seemed very insistent that this was important enough to cut our visit short.”
“I’m sure it’s very important.” Aragorn replied, not sure whether to laugh or frown at the expression on his friend’s face. Legolas was very grumpy at having to cut the time with his family short. He always loved being with his brothers, Calanar and Belegnaur. The three were incredible close, as close as the four Peredhils, and they did not get to see each other often, or for long. Belegnaur was the crown prince, and Calanar and Legolas were on the Mirkwood Guard, along with being messengers to other realms on diplomatic business. King Thranduil, their father, understood how this hurt them, but at times, he had to be a king instead of a father. As it was, he got Legolas and Calanar more time off than they should have. But it was never really enough.
“He could have come to Mirkwood.” Legolas grumbled. At this, Aragorn burst out laughing.
“And travel two more days? You know how he hates riding!”
“So he would rather inconvenience us?” Legolas grumbled.
“Apparently,” Aragorn grinned.
Legolas huffed. “So much for the courtesy of the Wizards!”
Suddenly he stopped and cocked his head to the side as though listening for something. Aragorn paused as well. He heard nothing. This was what put him on edge. Usually you could hear animals chirping and elves laughing in the distance. But now there was nothing, not even a squirrel disturbing fallen leaves, or the screeching cry of a hawk as he spotted his prey. Aragorn looked at his friend worriedly, waiting for him to say something. When he did, it chilled the human and made him wish they were somewhere else.
“Yrch.”
Friends Never Say Goodbye
Disclaimer: I own nothing (sadly) that was written by J.R.R. Tolkien or made into a movie by Peter Jackson.
Okay people, here’s the new chapter! I hope that everyone likes it. -again, not incredibly longer, but i did add some stuff.
“Orcs?” Aragorn whispered, as though he was afraid the orcs would hear him. The two of them had faced orcs before on many occasions, but it was never something they reveled in. “But they never travel this close to elven realms!”
“I realize that, thank you,” Legolas said sarcastically, and then he turned serious. “But the trees whisper of their presence in the forest and the pain that they are causing.” The elf shook his head, ridding himself of the tortured voices and turned to his human companion, forcing a smile. “I fear that their companions will be quite displeased with us after this little encounter.”
Aragorn smirked at this. The two friends were considered by some to be the best fighters in Middle Earth, and not for nothing. Decorating their sizable record were Mirkwood spiders, Orcs, Wargs, Easterlings, and other foul creatures that inhabited the darker regions of Arda. A couple of Orcs would be easy to pound compared to others odds that they’d been up against before. This skirmish would surely be like a warm-up to them!
“How long do you think they’ll last?” the Ranger asked his friend, already mentally calculating approximatly how long the thirty Orcs would last against the two of them. “My guess is ten minutes tops.”
“I am thinking fifteen. I’ll make you a proposition, mellon nin: whoever turns out to be the closest doesn’t have to catch and cook dinner tonight,” Legolas answered, cockily.
“Deal. I hope that you’ll save some arrows for venison instead of orcs!” Estel said, tauntingly
The Orcs came into view. Aragorn unsheathed his sword as Legolas let an arrow fly. His aim was true. An Orc fell, with an arrow protruding from his throat. The foul beasts charged with deadly intent.
“I’ll see you in ten minutes.” Aragorn said with a grin. And with that he charged into battle.
The Orcs came in droves, all trying to kill the two beings that stood between them and their mysterious destination. But none were able to pass. Legolas was picking off one by one from atop his faithful horse, out of the thick of the battle but doing his part nonetheless. However, after several minutes of this Orcs were beginning to make their way up the hill, dodging between the mighty trees to evade the elf’s arrows, and were coming onto him in too many numbers for him to use his bow. So, after reattaching the bow to his back, Legolas unsheathed his twin blades, dismounted his horse Mirwên, and ran off to join Aragorn in his battle on the ground.
The young human was faring rather well. His skill with a blade was felling many of the Orcs, and he was thinking about how good it would feel to not have to go out and hunt tonight when two arrows flew past either side of him, startling him and making him lose his focus and confidence for a moment.
“Orc archers, Aragorn! Be careful!” Legolas had seen the threat and shouted to him over the noise of the battle, even though they were separated by a mere two yards. Just then, a black arrow flew towards the elf while he was preoccupied, leaving a deep gouge in his right forearm. Legolas glanced at his wound and deduced that it wasn’t fatal, so he quickly got back to fighting, as Orcs had taken his lapse in concentration as an invitation to kill. But the attentive elf had missed the greenish liquid that had come off the arrow and was now seeping into the gash.
“Legolas!” Aragorn shouted fearfully, “Are you well? How do you fare?”
“I am fine, worry not about me but about yourself!” Legolas shouted back. More arrows were raining down upon them, but none hit their mark. In fact, most were hitting the Orcs, the aim of the archers was so poor. And that’s when it happened. One of the archers took aim at Aragorn and let his arrow fly. Only by using reflexes that came from being raised by the elves was the Ranger able to move so that it didn’t hit his heart. It became embedded in his shoulder instead.
Estel winced as pain shot through him but didn’t let it slow him down. He heard Legolas calling to him but didn’t waste his breath answering. One after the other, Orcs fell by his or Legolas’ hands, until only three remained. The beasts took one look at the two warriors before turning on their heals and running, assessing in their small brains that brute strength could not compete with the tactics and strategy of the duo. Aragorn now allowed himself to feel the pain as his opponents vanished into the distance. It was excruciating, biting into his shoulder and then spreading throughout his entire body. It was like fire was traveling through his veins, instead of blood. Turning to Legolas, he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, his world went black.
T.B.C
Legolas ran over to his friend and dropped down beside him. Gently, trying not to injure the human further, he turned the body over so that he could inspect Estel's injury.
The warrior elf winced at the sight of Aragorn's wound. A black arrow had gone nearly all the way through his shoulder and Legolas could tell by the greenish liquid around the puncture that the arrow was poisoned. His own arm was stinging something awful, but he thought naught of it, instead, focusing on the prone figure before him.
"You had better not die on me, adan." Legolas warned, "You owe me dinner."
Aragorn gave no sign that he had heard his friend say anything. Legolas sighed. This was not the response he wanted. The elf looked around him for the horses. There they were, standing several yards away from where the skirmish had been fought. After he gave one high whistle and one low whistle, Aragorn's gelding and his own mare, Mirwen trotted over to his side. Tying the gelding's harness to the back of his saddle, Legolas put Aragorn up on Mirwen and mounted up behind him. Holding the man protectively against him, Legolas whispered "Noro lim" to his mare and they were off.
Belegnaur nearly fell out of the tree he was standing in and Calanar, who was behind him, had to reach out to keep him from falling. The two elves had been able to catch up on more lost time after Legolas had left suddenly, for Calanar did not have to go back on duty for another week. Today, they had decided to climb to the top of one of the tallest trees in the forest and look out over Arda, just like they had when they were elflings.
"Belegnaur, honestly! You are the crown prince of Mirkwood! Our people cannot see their future leader falling out of trees. Trust me, big brother, it will ruin your reputation." the younger prince scolded playfully. He caught sight of his older brother's drawn face and sobered. "Belegnaur?"
"It is not your big brother you have to worry about, Calanar, it is your little brother." Belegnaur said seriously, worry filling his eyes.
"Legolas?" asked Calanar, paling, "What's wrong with him? What have you seen, gwador?"
"I know not, exactly. It was not clear to me," Belegnaur replied, fear in his voice, "But I am certain of one thing. Legolas is about to be put to a test no one can help him with."
Both Belegnaur and Calanar turned their golden heads towards Rivendell, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of their beloved younger brother. But there was nothing to be seen across the treetops, except for the occasional bird. In the west, the sun set, turning the sky a blood red, before taking all light away.
Legolas was not making good time. He was going incredibly slowly for fear of hurting Aragorn further. The only time he stopped was at night to apply fresh athelas to his friends wound. As he looked up from tending to the human, he saw the setting sun bath the sky in redness and then go dark. This was not a good omen.
"Valar protect us."
Title: Friends Never Say Goodbye
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It gets better as it goes on, trust me. On the way back from Mirkwood, Aragorn and Legolas run into a marauding band of Orcs. Will both of them live to fulfill their destiny? Will either?
Friends Never Say Goodbye
Disclaimer: I own nothing (sadly) that was written by J.R.R. Tolkien or made into a movie by New Line Cinema
i'll admit, this isn’t much longer than the original, but i have added more detail!
Aragorn looked around him contently. Festively colored trees were in back and to the side of him and several were dotted here and there ahead, the sky was a bright periwinkle blue, and the wind carried just a nip of autumn chill. He was coming back from a trip to Mirkwood with his elf friend Legolas, who also happened to be a prince of the Woodland Realm. They were now heading to Rivendell, to catch up with Gandalf the Grey, a powerful Istar, or wizard, and see how the hunt for Gollum was going. The vile creature knew where the Ring was and Gandalf needed that information.
“What do you think Gandalf wants to tell us?” Legolas said, breaking into Aragorn’s thoughts. Gandalf had called them away hurriedly and without any explanation. The wizard’s message had said that it was about Gollum, but had not included why he desired to talk to them about his hunt. “He seemed very insistent that this was important enough to cut our visit short.”
“I’m sure it’s very important.” Aragorn replied, not sure whether to laugh or frown at the expression on his friend’s face. Legolas was very grumpy at having to cut the time with his family short. He always loved being with his brothers, Calanar and Belegnaur. The three were incredible close, as close as the four Peredhils, and they did not get to see each other often, or for long. Belegnaur was the crown prince, and Calanar and Legolas were on the Mirkwood Guard, along with being messengers to other realms on diplomatic business. King Thranduil, their father, understood how this hurt them, but at times, he had to be a king instead of a father. As it was, he got Legolas and Calanar more time off than they should have. But it was never really enough.
“He could have come to Mirkwood.” Legolas grumbled. At this, Aragorn burst out laughing.
“And travel two more days? You know how he hates riding!”
“So he would rather inconvenience us?” Legolas grumbled.
“Apparently,” Aragorn grinned.
Legolas huffed. “So much for the courtesy of the Wizards!”
Suddenly he stopped and cocked his head to the side as though listening for something. Aragorn paused as well. He heard nothing. This was what put him on edge. Usually you could hear animals chirping and elves laughing in the distance. But now there was nothing, not even a squirrel disturbing fallen leaves, or the screeching cry of a hawk as he spotted his prey. Aragorn looked at his friend worriedly, waiting for him to say something. When he did, it chilled the human and made him wish they were somewhere else.
“Yrch.”
Friends Never Say Goodbye
Disclaimer: I own nothing (sadly) that was written by J.R.R. Tolkien or made into a movie by Peter Jackson.
Okay people, here’s the new chapter! I hope that everyone likes it. -again, not incredibly longer, but i did add some stuff.
“Orcs?” Aragorn whispered, as though he was afraid the orcs would hear him. The two of them had faced orcs before on many occasions, but it was never something they reveled in. “But they never travel this close to elven realms!”
“I realize that, thank you,” Legolas said sarcastically, and then he turned serious. “But the trees whisper of their presence in the forest and the pain that they are causing.” The elf shook his head, ridding himself of the tortured voices and turned to his human companion, forcing a smile. “I fear that their companions will be quite displeased with us after this little encounter.”
Aragorn smirked at this. The two friends were considered by some to be the best fighters in Middle Earth, and not for nothing. Decorating their sizable record were Mirkwood spiders, Orcs, Wargs, Easterlings, and other foul creatures that inhabited the darker regions of Arda. A couple of Orcs would be easy to pound compared to others odds that they’d been up against before. This skirmish would surely be like a warm-up to them!
“How long do you think they’ll last?” the Ranger asked his friend, already mentally calculating approximatly how long the thirty Orcs would last against the two of them. “My guess is ten minutes tops.”
“I am thinking fifteen. I’ll make you a proposition, mellon nin: whoever turns out to be the closest doesn’t have to catch and cook dinner tonight,” Legolas answered, cockily.
“Deal. I hope that you’ll save some arrows for venison instead of orcs!” Estel said, tauntingly
The Orcs came into view. Aragorn unsheathed his sword as Legolas let an arrow fly. His aim was true. An Orc fell, with an arrow protruding from his throat. The foul beasts charged with deadly intent.
“I’ll see you in ten minutes.” Aragorn said with a grin. And with that he charged into battle.
The Orcs came in droves, all trying to kill the two beings that stood between them and their mysterious destination. But none were able to pass. Legolas was picking off one by one from atop his faithful horse, out of the thick of the battle but doing his part nonetheless. However, after several minutes of this Orcs were beginning to make their way up the hill, dodging between the mighty trees to evade the elf’s arrows, and were coming onto him in too many numbers for him to use his bow. So, after reattaching the bow to his back, Legolas unsheathed his twin blades, dismounted his horse Mirwên, and ran off to join Aragorn in his battle on the ground.
The young human was faring rather well. His skill with a blade was felling many of the Orcs, and he was thinking about how good it would feel to not have to go out and hunt tonight when two arrows flew past either side of him, startling him and making him lose his focus and confidence for a moment.
“Orc archers, Aragorn! Be careful!” Legolas had seen the threat and shouted to him over the noise of the battle, even though they were separated by a mere two yards. Just then, a black arrow flew towards the elf while he was preoccupied, leaving a deep gouge in his right forearm. Legolas glanced at his wound and deduced that it wasn’t fatal, so he quickly got back to fighting, as Orcs had taken his lapse in concentration as an invitation to kill. But the attentive elf had missed the greenish liquid that had come off the arrow and was now seeping into the gash.
“Legolas!” Aragorn shouted fearfully, “Are you well? How do you fare?”
“I am fine, worry not about me but about yourself!” Legolas shouted back. More arrows were raining down upon them, but none hit their mark. In fact, most were hitting the Orcs, the aim of the archers was so poor. And that’s when it happened. One of the archers took aim at Aragorn and let his arrow fly. Only by using reflexes that came from being raised by the elves was the Ranger able to move so that it didn’t hit his heart. It became embedded in his shoulder instead.
Estel winced as pain shot through him but didn’t let it slow him down. He heard Legolas calling to him but didn’t waste his breath answering. One after the other, Orcs fell by his or Legolas’ hands, until only three remained. The beasts took one look at the two warriors before turning on their heals and running, assessing in their small brains that brute strength could not compete with the tactics and strategy of the duo. Aragorn now allowed himself to feel the pain as his opponents vanished into the distance. It was excruciating, biting into his shoulder and then spreading throughout his entire body. It was like fire was traveling through his veins, instead of blood. Turning to Legolas, he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Instead, his world went black.
T.B.C
Legolas ran over to his friend and dropped down beside him. Gently, trying not to injure the human further, he turned the body over so that he could inspect Estel's injury.
The warrior elf winced at the sight of Aragorn's wound. A black arrow had gone nearly all the way through his shoulder and Legolas could tell by the greenish liquid around the puncture that the arrow was poisoned. His own arm was stinging something awful, but he thought naught of it, instead, focusing on the prone figure before him.
"You had better not die on me, adan." Legolas warned, "You owe me dinner."
Aragorn gave no sign that he had heard his friend say anything. Legolas sighed. This was not the response he wanted. The elf looked around him for the horses. There they were, standing several yards away from where the skirmish had been fought. After he gave one high whistle and one low whistle, Aragorn's gelding and his own mare, Mirwen trotted over to his side. Tying the gelding's harness to the back of his saddle, Legolas put Aragorn up on Mirwen and mounted up behind him. Holding the man protectively against him, Legolas whispered "Noro lim" to his mare and they were off.
Belegnaur nearly fell out of the tree he was standing in and Calanar, who was behind him, had to reach out to keep him from falling. The two elves had been able to catch up on more lost time after Legolas had left suddenly, for Calanar did not have to go back on duty for another week. Today, they had decided to climb to the top of one of the tallest trees in the forest and look out over Arda, just like they had when they were elflings.
"Belegnaur, honestly! You are the crown prince of Mirkwood! Our people cannot see their future leader falling out of trees. Trust me, big brother, it will ruin your reputation." the younger prince scolded playfully. He caught sight of his older brother's drawn face and sobered. "Belegnaur?"
"It is not your big brother you have to worry about, Calanar, it is your little brother." Belegnaur said seriously, worry filling his eyes.
"Legolas?" asked Calanar, paling, "What's wrong with him? What have you seen, gwador?"
"I know not, exactly. It was not clear to me," Belegnaur replied, fear in his voice, "But I am certain of one thing. Legolas is about to be put to a test no one can help him with."
Both Belegnaur and Calanar turned their golden heads towards Rivendell, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of their beloved younger brother. But there was nothing to be seen across the treetops, except for the occasional bird. In the west, the sun set, turning the sky a blood red, before taking all light away.
Legolas was not making good time. He was going incredibly slowly for fear of hurting Aragorn further. The only time he stopped was at night to apply fresh athelas to his friends wound. As he looked up from tending to the human, he saw the setting sun bath the sky in redness and then go dark. This was not a good omen.
"Valar protect us."
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