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1. Underground

Legolas

This was not how I had
intended
to spend the day,
curled up in
the damp
corner
of a cave deep
under the trees,
trying not to shiver
because it hurts,
trying not to breathe,
trying not to cry.

Can't stop trembling.
My back is on fire.

But he didn't make me scream.
He didn't make me cry
so he could hear me.
Only in the dark
do I let
tears come and
flow
down my cheeks.

Nienna,
weep for me.

Estë,
give my family rest.

Someone,
come and get me.

~o~

Aragorn

He came this way.
At least, I think he did.
Elvish footprints are so much lighter than
a Man's ...

There!
Perhaps he knelt for a moment?
But why?

Kneel in the place myself, look up ...
Ai av, one of Legolas' arrows,
lodged in the tree a few yards away,
and under the tree,
heavier footprints.

I survey the area
with growing
dread.
Heavier prints under the tree's branches ...

Legolas' arrow ...

heavy prints coming into the clearing  ...

droplets of blood?
I hurry to them,
touch a fingertip to one,
smell,
taste.

I know the taste of Legolas' blood
(ai, how strange that sounds).
This is his.

The heavy prints leave.
The light ones do not.

Ai av!
Legolas,
what has happened to you
now?

~o~

Legolas

If only he hadn't taken my knives.
I could have made this faster.

Instead there is the burning,
the freezing,
the hunger,
the thirst.

Damp, dark, cold.
My teeth would chatter
if they weren't
clenched
so tightly
in pain.

All around is stone.
I wish I was turning
into stone myself.

That would be more welcome than this waiting.

I don't know what I did to him,
but he is full of
hate and
cruelty.

He mumbles always to himself.
I wonder if he is insane.
That would explain much.

Ai, Eru!
I don't need
- or want -
explanations.

I just want out.

~o~

Aragorn

The tracks lead to this clearing
and I wonder
where
he thought he was going.

The path weaves between trees
with no apparent
rhyme or
reason.

Maybe he has lost all reason.

Ai,
what an unpleasant thought.

There's no telling what that could mean
for Legolas.

Bother.

~o~

Legolas

One more crack of that whip
and I think I'll fight
through this fog and
shove it down his throat.

He's taunting me with it.
He may be insane, but
he's very good with it,
I must say.
He can crack it over one of my shoulders
and miss me by a hair.

My mind is ever in a fog,
however ...
Thinking is so hard.

Why can't I just let go?

*While Aragorn lives,
I shall not sail.*

So I swore to Arwen.

Bother.

~o~

Aragorn

Unimaginative,
really.

Yet another lair
underground.

The light from my
crude torch
seems swallowed
by the dirt walls,
the dirt floor,
the dirt ceiling that my head
keeps bumping.

Ow!
Daro!
Tevenyel!


This place was carved by a
yondo Valarauco.
No, I forget.
Not even a balrog's son
could fit in these tiny halls.

~o~

Legolas

I'm hearing
someone.

I'm not sure
who.

My brain
feels...

half gone ...

half floating ...

Ai, who yelled?

I don't think it was me ...

~o~

Aragorn

Gruesome.

That's all I can say.

Gruesome.

At least he did the dirty work for me,
killing himself
so I didn't have to.

But I wonder how he got Legolas in -
I'm somewhat taller than he,
and I'm having a great deal of trouble
getting Legolas out.

~o~

Legolas

I can hear Estel...
I think...

I will...focus...
on his...Elvish...
and...try...to pay...

attention...

to what...he is
saying...

"You will be all right, Legolas."

"Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan nan galad."

Come back ...
To what light?

Almost unwillingly,
I open my eyes
just in time to catch
the sun on the leaves above.

The light is too bright,
but I look still,
dazzled.

Ah yes,
that light ...

Sweet athelas ...

"Tolo dan nan estel."

I smile ...
faintly ...
at his ... humor ...

I think ...
my mind is leaving me ...
but it will come back ...

As Estel came back for me ...

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: J.Ca¢he

Status: General

Completion: Complete

Era: 3rd Age - The Stewards

Genre: Drama

Rating: General

Last Updated: 12/29/07

Original Post: 12/29/07

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Lady Of The Sindar - 28 Jul 09 - 4:52 PM

Ch. 1: Underground

Oh My Gosh! That was.... that was... awsome! Outstanding! Words can't even cover it!


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