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me now. Looking up, I imagined I saw them there; Daddy was holding Mom’s hand, one hand on her shoulder as though to comfort her. They looked at each other, expressions should be pretty obvious that Lord of the Rings isn’t mine. I’m only responsible for mangling storyline, characters, and backstory for my own twisted amusement.A/N: I blame l-ishida-dark. Entirely. She’s the one who brought up the subject of the magical belly-button piercing. She’s also responsible for the ending of this chapter. XDPROTIP, u gaiz! When you’ve got exams in two days time, the ABSOLUTE BEST THING YOU CAN DO is start off a new fic. For best results, make it a complete piss-take with no merit whatsoever besides personal lols, then post it on an archive infamous for the tempestuousness of its authors.Rest assured that any comments, positive or negative, which take this seriously in any way at all should at least provide me with much-needed amusement.Enjoy!Chapter OneA single tear, crystalline and glistening, slid down my cheek. My eyes were dark with sadness. No, literally. I know it seems odd, but my eyes change colour when I feel strong emotion. Today, as I choked back sobs at the side of the freshly-turned earth, they were black, as black as my long, poker-straight hair was blonde. Well, blacker than that, because my hair is actually pink and purple as well as blonde. Cool, huh?But I digress.A single tear, crystalline and glistening, slid down my cheek, as I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself. Pain clutched at my very soul, my blonde-and-pink-and-purple hair shrouding my heart-shaped face as I knelt there, head in hands.My mother… my father… if only they were there with

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asked a question as I was tucking her into bed.’ Rosie said as she was pulling the covers back and getting into bed and making herself comfortableSam thought for a few minutes before replying to Rosie’s question. ‘No I don’t think you should have. If she asks again, tell me and I will tell her where Mr Frodo went to.’‘Sam I have another thing to tell you. We’re expecting!’‘That is wonderful news Miss Rosie! I cannot wait until we have a new addition to our family.’Rosie kissed Sam’s lips before falling asleep, listening to the slow thudump of his heart.The next day Sam got up and out of bed early, he wanted to surprise his family with bacon and eggs. He had secretly bought the bacon yesterday while Rosie was asleep. He got fresh water for the flower that he had picked for Rosie yesterday and then made a start on the bacon and eggs.Elanor was the first to rise out of bed; saying that she smelled something good. When everyone had finished eating, Sam started with the dishes. Elanor remained at the table..
‘Yes and what was that?’ Sam asked with a little smile as he too climbed into bed and put his arm around Rosie. She laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat while she talked.
‘She asked me what happened to Frodo.’ Rosie gave a sigh.
‘And what did you tell her?’ Frodo had left for Valinor years ago and Sam was finally able to talk about him openly without feeling sad.
‘A didn’t tell her anything. I waited for her to fall asleep before taking your hand and coming in here. Should I have told her?’‘Da, what happened to Mr Frodo? I asked Ma last night but she didn’t answer

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deep breath, checked his bowstring, set his feet, and pulled the first arrow from his quiver.
“That was a brilliant idea, Celebrían,” Lindariel murmured as she stood at the study window. “I don’t know how you thought of it.”.”“I don’t know if you are too confident, there,” Elrond said. “That Glorfindel will be fully occupied until dinnertime I do not doubt; ever since that incident with the oak tree and Celeborn’s new cloak he has been trying to interfere with your son’s archery training, Lindariel. The last time Thorontur was here he complained about it so much that I had to drug his wine in order to get a decent night’s rest – and slipping sleeping herbs into guests’ goblets is not, I might add, something for which I wish to become notorious.”Lindariel and Celebrían both laughed at that.“Meleth nîn,” Celebrían assured her husband, “there
Celebrían laughed. “I thought of it because I have brought up three Elflings, not one. Glorfindel was getting restless in any case; he usually does when he is cooped up in Imladris for too long. It was really solving two problems at once – now he will not be mooching around gloomily, scaring visitors out of their wits, and they will not be getting in troubleis no danger of your becoming notorious for drugging people’s wine. You already are notorious for that.”
Elrond smiled at his wife, who merely shook her head at him. Then

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with the same warmth. “Have you seen Legolas?” asking her straight after.
The servant blinked twice before grinning brightly. “Prince Legolas and the head butler are in the garden, my king. They have been in there since they woke up!” Now it’s Thranduil’s turn to blink. “Galion?” Honestly, those two—ever since Legolas returned they never seem to get separated! He thought as he gave her his thanks and strode to the corridors leading to the private gardens.
Laughter erupted from the garden as two elves ran after one another, uncaring for the inquiring eyes. “You’ve been cheating, Ernilen!” (my prince!) Ga, Legolas had been tossing and turning in his sleep. Unable to place any particular reason for it, he tried shifting to a more comfortable position—only to end-up standing and getting ready for the day. He went straight to the kitchens afterwards in search for some apple. Again, the reason behind looking for the fruit evaded him. He wasn’t hungry for it; rather he just wanted to hold it, keep it in his pocket, and maybe throw it around if the kitchen servants won’t hit him for making a mess. Right after picking up one lone green apple, he spotted Galion with his head leaning on the kitchen window; slumberinglion huffed-out as he continued chasing the ellon. (male elf.) “Tis not my fault that you lost your senses due to your old age, Galion!” Legolas laughed melodically evading Galion’s attempt to catch him for he knows that the tickles would come next. Galion just tried harder to catch him. Servants who had spare time to look-see what the two was doing giggled and grinned.
Since before dawn. He chuckled knowing that his friend was never a morning person; had his father known this he would’ve just scheduled him work for the afternoon. He sneaked-up on him tickled the poor-sleeping ellon and ran like hell as Galion instinctively gave chase.
“Have I not been resting my eyes for that moment, I would’ve caught

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Chapter 4- My Blanket and Me
"We will rest here for the night," Glorfindel announced as he stopped his horse. Cue the hallelujah chorus.
He dismounted his horse aGlorfindel looked extremely embarrassed. The poor chap was even blushing. Almira was just the opposite. She was pissed. Uh-oh.Glorfindel disentangled himself from her muttering something along the lines of, "No way in hell," and all but ran away to help his fellows, while Almira stalked past me, bumping into my shoulder. My injured shoulder."Ouch! What the hell?" I cried."Oh dear. I’m so sorry. I had absolutely no idea you had injured your shoulder. I was passed out during the fight. Don’t you remember?"nd politely turned to help Almira down, even though he looked like he would rather vomit than have to touch her. But that could have just been me.
"Thank you for letting me ride with you. I am feeling much better now, my lord. If there is anything I can do for you, anything at all, let me know."
Did anyone else catch that emphasis on ‘anything,’ come on, anyone? Could you be any more obvious. "Ugh, gag me," I muttered, making the accompanying facial expression. However, I knew they both saw and heard me because Sure she didn’t. I would have believed her if she didn’t look quite so self-satisfied. I wanted to scream at her that yes, I did in fact remember, seeing as I helped save her passed out ass. But whatever. I didn’t need this.
"That’s right, I almost forgot. Of course, the fact that I’m wearing a sling could

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and everyone is fine,” Glorfindel answered while slowly edging away. Almira, seeing him try to escape, sort of collapsed onto him.
“I’m sorry. I am just so weak from my near-death experience. That Orc nearly killed me, you know. I bet you saved me, didn’t you? Oh, how kind and brave of you. I am forever in your debt.” She stared at him, batting her eyelashes. For heaven’s sake, she was practically drooling.
“The hell!” I cried “I distinctly remember me kicking said Orc. Granted, he did eventually shoot the Orc, effectively killing it. But if anything he saved my life.” Oh, oh jeez. He really had saved my life. Glorfindel just stared at me with one eyebrow raised. “He he, thanks for that by the way,” I said, just a tad embarrassed at my outburst. I ducked my head, hoping I was not blushing too badly.
I heard what distinctly sounded licould start moving, Almira gave a little cry of distress and her knees gave out. One of the warriors caught her, even though it was almost painfully obvious she was faking.“Oh dear,” she whimpered, “I don’t think I will be able to walk.”“Pfft. Yeah right,” I muttered. There was no way I was buying this. Glorfindel didn’t look too impressed either. But seeing as he was an Elf Lord and supposed to be all chivalrous and stuff, he had no choice but to offer that she ride with him. Poor, poor Elf.Almira of course was overjoyed, that is as much as she was able to be in her “state.” She kept shooting me triumphant glances from over her shoulder while riding with him. Whatever. If she thought I cared then she was sorely mistaken. My Elven companions around me noticed ke a chuckle from Glorfindel (if Elves chuckle.) When I looked back up, he had Almira standing and had cut the rope binding her hands.
“I have decided you are not a threat. Don’t prove me wrong. However, Elrond will still need to listen to your tale and decide what is to be done with you. We will travel until sundown, which is now just an hour off, and then make camp and journey the rest of the way tomorrow.” That being said Glorfindel made to move towards his horse and I noticed the sudden lack of bodies in the area and the subsequent return of the rest of our Elven captors. What they did with the bodies I don’t know. However, we were once again surrounded, although this time I assumed it was more for protection than anything else.
But before we and shot me sympathetic glances. I guess I won big points with them for helping out during

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gone, as if it had not been there in the first place.
“Weren’t you going to follow thewaiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light, which came from one fireplace and three lanterns hanging from rafters. The place looked positively medieval! He leaned against the wall, next to where Strider was standing, as stiff and straight as a pillar.“You know, considering that this is a place of fun, you can relax a little,” he suggested.“Relax?” said Strider in a low voice. “What do you mean?”“Are you trying to tell me that you don’t know what the word ‘relax’ means?” said Logan incredulously. “Geez, I’m really beginning to think that I’ve fallen into Shakespeare’s time!”“Perhaps you can explain the meaning of the word to me,” said Strider, still keeping his voice just loud enough for Logan’s ears to catch the sound.“You know, rest, take things easy...” Logan trailed off. “I’m m?” asked Logan, indicating the common room. The hobbits were already out of sight, and there were sounds of laughter coming from the half-closed door.
“I was,” said Aragorn, determined to mask his shock.
Logan smirked. “Well, lead the way then,” he said. The ranger glared at him, but said nothing as he slipped into the room silently, as if he was afraid of being seen. Logan sauntered in after him, still smirking. He knew he had scared Strider with that little trick of his, and that made him feel good.
The common room of the inn was filled with smoke from the pipes of the inn’s patrons. Logan blinked a couple of times, beginning to feel like a dictionary.”
“A what?”
“Oh...forget I said anything.”

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overpowering, sweet fragrant aroma of blossoming flowers wafted towards her but it did not ease the tight knot that suddenly arisen in her chest.
What was wrong? Why was she feeling so tense when she had everything she could never have wished possible? She had a wonderful homewalking the sensuous gardens of Ithilien to a slightly bemused Faramir.‘If that it is all you do my love then so be it but please let me join you if a romantic sunset arises,’ Faramir had said to her last week before departing to hunt with his Company. She could not forget the love that had always kindled in his eyes whenever he saw her and it was that particular moment the devotion was overpowering that she felt extremely guilty she wasn’t telling the man she loved about her sickness. And for all she knew, it could trigger to something even worse …As she dwelled on it, Eowyn felt her stomach clench with guilt as she gazed steadily at her husband’s sleeping face. She felt sick but it was not of the mysterious illness she in the heart of one of the fairest places in Middle Earth and a doting husband. She had dwelled in the place she could now call home for three peaceful and happy years… yet why was she feeling so uncomfortable all of a sudden when her life had become yet so perfect?
It was unexplainable, but she had the distinct impression it consisted of two things …
She closed her eyes and a fleeting image of King Théoden lying on the ground flitted across her mind. Her eyes snapped open as she gave a small gasp of sorrow, and tears suddenly began to flow down her cheeks.
This is what was burdening on this fine morning … it seemed dismal; Théoden had died a brave death fighting for the freedom of Middle Earth … and yet that was not half the reason why she was feeling so tense …
Daily sickness had arose and due to her absence in the evenings she had simply come up with the poor excuse that she was simply felt painfully at that moment but of the utter shame that was slowly drowning her …
She leaned on the balcony, rubbing her tired face and heaved a

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them something to do during their increasingly miserable trek.
“And was it not you who led us right into that Orc lair that time? You thought it would be good shelter but it turned out to be the homeand getting almost continuous lectures from my father. Not your finest moment, mellon nin (my friend).”“I can do a great many things, Estel, but controlling the weather is not one of them,” Legolas said, his smile replacing his previous mock anger. “At least we did get home in all those situations. That is something to be thankful for.”“Indeed. However, I think this time we shall be drowne of three dozen Orcs, all hungry and waiting for their next meal to drop by.” Legolas took a moment to remember the incident, something that had happened nearly seven years ago, not long for an Elf but a fair time for the mortal Man.
“Well, it is not my fault that Orcs insist on living in well-sheltered places,” was Legolas’ rather feeble answer. “And I do believe that you had some part in that particular adventure as well. Anyway, it all turned out alright in the end, didn’t it?”
“Oh, yes. We were three weeks late home, barely alive, and I believe it was raining then as well. I spent the rest of the week recovering d before we reach home - if we ever do,” Aragorn said under his breath. It was loud enough for the Elf to hear though and he shot Aragorn a playful warning look. “Especially if we continue following your direction.”
“I told you, there is definitely a town around here. It cannot be much

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prince breathed as he watched a smile break upon her face as she took her seat at the table.
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“Inwë…” Glorfindel heard the injured blonde prince whisper as Asfaloth rushed over the path beneath him. He glanced away from the path momentarily, trusting his mount to stay on the well known path, to evaluate how his charge was faring. He was disturbed by the gray tint that now colored the prince’s complexion. He moved a hand from the reins momentarily to feel the other’s forehead, and he jerked his hand away in surprise at the raging fever that had overtaken the prince’s flesh. He hissed at the implications of this find and reached into a saddle bag pulling out his flask of miruvor, skillfully forcing a few drops past the parched lips. He found himself looking around at his surroundings finding himself too far to the south and west of Rivendell and he cursed the party of orcs that had forced the three Mirkwood elves so far off the fastest path to their destination. The ancient blonde warrior caught sight of a fabecame even more worried when he realized that he was coming close to the area Estel, also known as Aragorn, was supposed to be leading the Ringbearer and his companions. He sighed as his thoughts turned dark. Doubt flowed through him, with Legolas being as badly injured as he was, a fight with the Nazgul, who were almost certainly following the Ring for Sauron, would not be beneficial to either of them. With this worry flowing through his thoughts, sharp senses sharpened even more as he prepared himself mentally for a fight for his charges life.Sharp senses picked up sounds of movement off the far side of the path and pulled to a halt. He dismounted quickly, laying Legolas on the soft green grass in the shadows of the trees at the side of the path. *Stay with him Asfaloth.* he commanded before moving silently towards the sounds that he had heard. He went through the thick bushes without even a rustle of the leaves, and was surprised when he miliar figure accompanied by four smaller figures, one of whom was lying prone on the forest floor as if he were injured.
He moved forward to the edge of the radius of the small camp’s fire light before he purposefully stepped on a twig to announce his presence. A small smile came to his fair lips as four of the five companions jumped to their feet ready for a fight if need be to defend themselves. *Estel, I commend your alertness. Had I been an enemy, I would have already been able to dispense of all of you.*
Aragorn’s face broke into a smile at the sight of his old friend. *Glorfindel, it is a pleasure to see you. We are in need of your help.*
*As I am in need of yours. We shall help each other before we can reach Imladris

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agreement. “He’ll admit to the nightmares? There were some years he couldn’t, back when he was young. He, too, felt there was something dishonorable about having the memories hang on as they will do. But all of us have similar memories, you will find, and certain situations that put them back in our minds.
“I will ask you something--when you were traveling with Aragorn and some game was taken--who butchered it?”
Sam shrugged. “At first he done it, until he realized as I could do it, then he usually let me or even Pippin--Pippin lived on a farm when he was younger, after all.”
“Hotraded smiles with the younger one. Eregiel laughed. “Yes, he always used to get one of us younger ones to do the butchering. No one’s a better hunter, I think, other than his brothers; but he doesn’t butcher or dismember an animal unless he has to. We used to think it was just him passing on the more unpleasant jobs to us youngsters, until one day he admitted it brings back memories of his own.”Berevion was nodding. “Aragorn began riding out against enemies when he was only fifteen years of age. Evidently his Elven brothers told him he could begin joining their patrols once he was able to best one of them during sparring. The first time he did so, he claimed his prize, and afterwards realized it was not the shining glory he’d thought it, in spite of all his brothers had sought to warn w about carving a fowl or a joint? Did he ever do that when he didn’t need to do it?”
The three Hobbits exchanged looks, and Pippin, who’d served him on occasion at formal meals in Gondor, looked thoughtful. “Not once he was in Minas Tirith. He always let Lady Arwen carve, or the servers.”
Sam was shaking his head, trying to remember more clearly. “Don’t member his ever carvin’ nothing’, not unless the rest of us was busy and couldn’t get to it. Even then he’d let it sit until it was almost burnt or got cool.”
Merry looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. “You mean that this has to do with his own bad memories?”
The older Man him. It is no light thing to kill for the first time, you must understand. But he accepted the reality of the need to do what he’d done--until he had his first encounter with Men.
"The vale of Imladris, of Rivendell, lies below the Misty Mountains, and through it runs the River Bruinen. It

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smiled. "The archivist brought me a document out of the cavern where the Kingdom’s records have been stored for the last two thousand years, and once I saw it, I knew the three of you would be interested."
Sam’s left ear twitched visibly, a sight that momentarily distracted the Man from the purpose of this call. "You have your archives here stthe lands between the Baranduin and the Far Downs to Blanco and Marcho of the Periannath for the settlement of their people."The scroll was contained in a tube of mithril. Aragorn twisted the cap off of one end and gave it to Pippin to examine. The tube itself had a design of vines and leaves twisting about it, and the cap had a single oak leaf upon it, its veining perfect. Pippin passed it to Merry, who passed it to Sam, who in his turn held it down for Frodo-lad to see. "Beautiful workmanship," Sam said, smiling."I agree," Aragorn said. But he was already slipping the rods of the scroll out of the carrier and laid it gently upon his desk, then carefully opened it.There was a low, wide stool already in place for Sam’s ored in caverns similar to those in Minas Tirith?" the Shire’s Mayor asked.
"Er, yes. These were enhanced for Argeleb the Second by Dwarves from the northern Misty Mountains, and have done very well for preserving some of our oldest and most fragile documents. This one, however, is in excellent condition, considering it’s been there for a millennia and a half."
Pippin’s brows raised and his mouth opened slightly, and he immediately shot a look at Merry who at first looked mildly interested but whose eyes suddenly widened with understanding. "You don’t mean..."
Aragorn smiled widely and nodded. "Yes, one of the original copies of the Charter written by Argeleb the Second granting use, and he stepped upon it carefully with Pippin standing to the left of it and Merry to the right. Pippin settled Farry on the edge of the desk to his left, and Merry

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voice: ‘Only those who delve into the ground, and spend a lifetime coaxing out its secrets, learn anything of true value.’ To work with stone required an artist’s eye, a gentle yet firm hand, the patience to see a job done. Even the hobbits had more wisdom than Elves, being wise enough to burrow into hills and thus sleep within the safety and comfort that only earth and stone could offer.
But he said nothing; he had promised his father he would be polite, and he had been... so far.
“We're just going to take, he forgot he was still carrying the basket of food, and not the one holding the flowers he wished to show Legolas. Even after a month in Rivendell, he could scarcely believe his luck at finding Elves everywhere he went, who were all very kind, and patient with his (and Mr. Pippin’s) questions. Elves were a marvel; their faces were lit with more than sunlight, it seemed, and they had lived through thousands of years of history. (And they were all extremely respectful of his master, which counted for a lot in his eyes.) Their voices were gentle and musical, and the singing which he heard every night seemed to transport him to other times and other places.But being this close to the steep and towering hills made Sam feel very small. He wondered if the place where his master needed to take the Ring could possibly be any higher a peek,” Merry said, putting down his basket. “Erestor says it's very beautiful. Do you want to join us, Legolas?”
“Surely you’re not frightened of the dark,” Gimli challenged, unable to help himself.
“Not at all, Master Dwarf,” Legolas said calmly, the dislike he felt for this uncouth being becoming difficult to suppress. He was a king’s son, after all, and would not let anyone think him weak or cowardly. He turned to Sam and smiled warmly. “Shall we view this cave together, my friend?”
“Go on, Sam,” Frodo said. “Merry and I will be along in a moment.”
Sam was so thrilled, and how far away it was. The world was so very much bigger than he had imagined.
“What’s behind the mountains?” he wondered aloud.

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Middle-earth, there was peace. Not for the first time, Legolas was grateful to have been sent here, no matter the shame of his message to the Council. To his surprise, no one had blamed him for Gollum’s escape; and after several weeks spent in quiet reflection, in which the valley itself calmed and focused him, his thoughts turned in new directions.Sam ran to greet him with great excitement. “Did you know we would be out here today?”“No, Sam,” Legolas said, kneeling to greet his friend. “It is a happy chance only; I deemed today a good time to renew an old friendship.” He indicated the massive oak. “I knew this tree as a seedling, several hundred years ago. Now its roots stretch deep and wide, nourished by the sweet waters and good soil of this valley.”“Did you talk to it?” Sam asked in wonder.“In a sense. It fares well, which brings me joy.”“Legolas!” Merry called cheerily.“Greetings, Merry... Frodo.” Legolas greeted the other
The hobbits were unique in his experience. He had been fascinated to discover that the mysterious savior of the Dwarves from his father’s prison was a resident here in Imladris, and that Bilbo Baggins’ heir and kin had carried the Enemy’s Ring through perils and darkness... and yet prevailed. Here was a new, young race, obviously capable of great deeds, and Lord Elrond himself had announced that the hour of the Shire-folk was at hand. He wished to aid the Ring-bearer, and an idea had come to him unlooked-for... but he needed more time before approaching Lord Elrond with his request.
“Mr. Legolas!” hobbits warmly, then rose to his feet. He would not kneel before a Dwarf.
“Good day, Master Dwarf.”

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discord, a false tune. It echoed in his mind like an angry and poisonous thorn. It made him stop, and search for its source. He looked behind, and saw a place where the tunes were twisted and discordant, their shapes ugly. The discord was spreading from that place, wider and wider. He focused his sight on the surface layer of the place, and he shuddered as he saw a lidless eye, burning with an unclean fire. There was a figure before it, shielding its sight. But now the figure was vanishing like a mist in the morning and nothing stood between the Eye and…FRODO! Aragorn screamed, but no sound passed his lips. He realized that he was the figure between Frodo and the Eye. He was shielding its sight. At the end, he had failed! He had failed in the fear of his failure…
“No! This can’t be! I must return! Oh Valar, please don’t let this happen! I wanted to escape the pain, and I made a wrong decision…Eru, Ilúvatar, please, don’t let evil rule Middle-earth because of me!” Desperately, he struggled to get back, there wsuffering. But he remembered the vision, and knew that he has to suffer – to spare the others such fate. There was still hope, small and uncertain, that Frodo would succeed in his quest. But only if the Eye will be averted. He wanted to keep its attention by marching with the army to the Black Gates. Now he had no army, only his own will, but the Eye was fixed on him, it thought that he hid the Ring… “There is no hope for myself”, he thought, “but I can give hope to Frodo…” And as subtle as the hope was, an almost extinguished sparkle, it was worth the suffering… He resisted the pull that was stronger then ever as still a faint trace lingering between his body and spirit, a thin and fragile connection. It was like swimming against the stream, something was pulling him back, a force that was stronger with every inch he gained.
He saw his body – chained and beaten, and almost ceased his struggles. This awaits him – suffering… only now, and slowly he reached and touched the pale statue-like features of his own face. Immediately he was thrown into a whirlwind of dreadful images and sticky tentacles of darkness. He could not hear the song anymore, could not see the many layers of world, only the present, cold and cruel…
The pain hit him immediately like a crushing wave. A long, deep moan escaped his

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thanks to my beta openmeadow, who has patience with my “Slanglish” (Slovak + English)
This story will be dark… but there is always a flicker of light in the darkness. Let me know what you think about it, I appreciate your opinion!
1. To the tombs of kings doom approaches
And when heto take, and with him the ones, that loved him. His will could not falter on that road of darkness and, with the Dead in their heels no other mortal Men could have endured it, none but the Dúnedain of the North, and with them Gimli the Dwarf and Legolas of the Elves(2).
It was like a dream to his weary mind – a nightmare proceeding could labour no more, he cast his cloak about him, and slipped out of the City(1)…It was a hard road for Aragorn, son of Arathorn after the breaking of the Fellowship. The burden of leadership lay heavily on his shoulders. Without rest he ran through the wide plains of Rohan and fought a fierce battle in Helm’s Deep. But the following battle was even harder – not a combat of arms, but a struggle of wills, against the Dark Lord himself, in which he prevailed but that cost him dearly.Alas, he found no rest after that, for haste was the only hope for the White City. Haste and a path that no mortal dared to walk. Yet that was the road he had

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Prince Legolas Thranduillion was talking to Lady Vanya, he found himself amused with her beauty, and she was with humor and delight that the Prince couldn’t help but smile. she began to speak about a Hunting which was going to be held and she woulMorning!” Gandalf entered the Kitchen.“Good morning” she greeted back, while waiting for the Bread to be fully baked… as Gandalf’s attention was the bread inside the oven.A sudden piercing scream, which hurts on the ears, was heard inside the kitchen through the hallway, there was complains muttered as well.“What was that?”“That’s probably Lady Vanya…”-----Erullise went to the kitchen early that morning to get a few slice of bread and maybe some cheese and butter perhaps, she eat didn’t much during the ball last night, other than that she had to cook breakfast.“Good “I have no doubts if that was her”“Yes, she’s one of those who are after the Prince…”“You know her well too Gandalf.”d be there too, he was very impressed with this beauty , and was glad to the she would be joining the hunting trip for she was as well a good archer with grace and skill that would make anyone be impressed.
“My Lord?” she called.
“Oh, WH-what is it again?” he laughed a bit and; “Sorry My Lady…” and apologized, he was being obvious that he wasn’t listening to what she is saying, instead he was paying attention to her beauty, “ It can’t be helped to stare at a beauty such as you” he added as she laughed a bit and was a bit flattered with what the Prince said, I mean who wouldn’t be?, but she already knew that.
“Thank you My Lord…” she said sweetly.
Lady Vanya smiled, thinking that things were going her way, as the prince was completely mesmerized by her beauty.The Bread was already baked; she took it out of the oven, as its pleasing

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a bolt out of the heavens a black arrow sped down from somewhere on, the rocky slope above the Black Gates and it hit Legolas just below his right shoulder blade. Now the surprising nature of this along with the intense burning pain the arrow caused as it buried itself deep into his lower rib cage made him stumble badly before going down face first into the soft sandy ground. Nevertheless, he quickly pushed himself back up onto his knees with both of his hands despite a jolt of agonizing pain when the arrow’s metal tip began to grind against his flesh and bone. Moreover, once he was on two feet again his right hand was still a blur despite another jolt of the same pain as he readied one of his greenish-gold arrows from his quiver while he rapidly scanned the rocks above him with his sharp elvish eyesight for the Orc sniper. Then when he spied the standing creature preoccupied with raining more black arrows down on the fighting men, he swiftly sent his off even though doing so produced yet another jolt of pain since he had to raise his right elbow up level with his shoulder while he aimed and pulled back on his bow’s string.
Now the Orc never knew what hit him since Legolas’ powerful bow had his arrow passing completely through the center of its forehead and out the back of its head as the Orc again took aim at him when it noticed that its first arrowforced him to drop quickly his arm back down while his breathing turned into ragged gasps from it. However, Aragorn’s desperate situation soon had him had failed to kill. So while the sniper’s lifeless body began to tumble like a rag doll down the rocky slope the Prince of Mirkwood quickly returned his attention back to Aragorn when he had noticed out of the corner of one eye the growling troll pinning the supine man to the ground under a shield sized foot. Then the gray colored creature eagerly raised its mace as it prepared to smash his friend’s dark haired head into the ground.Once again, Legolas’ right hand was a blur as he removed another arrow from his quiver and notched it to his bow’s string. However, when he tried to raise his right arm up so he could aim at the troll’s left eye he stopped due to an even greater jolt of pain, which trying to raise his right arm up again and this time he succeeded in pushing past the pain although he could not keep himself from swearing defiantly out in elvish as if the pain and ultimately the black arrow were a sentient and evil creature

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matter anymore. The only thing that is important anymore is to make sure that Ada doesn’t stop loving me the way Elrohir has.
“I’m sorry I ran, Ada. I promise I won’t do it again. I’ll stay close to you and do exactly what you tell me.” Since that seemed to be the thing that Ada was most concerned about, it was an easy promise to make. She wouldn’t run away from the camp again. She’d also never go anywhere near Elrohir again either - not if she could help it – and she’d certainly never try to talk to him at all anymore.
Ada seemed to hear her inner thoughts the way he sometimes did when she was very upset. “You need to be patient with Elrohir, little one. He has always been quick to anger and very slow to forgive, even when we were elflings. I know that you want to make things right, but the only way he’ll accept is for you to leave him alone until he’s ready to forgive, and then it will be an easy thing.” He inserted a finger beneath her chin and lifted her face to . “I need to treat the scratches on her body before they get infected.”
“Did she tell you anything?” the elleth asked when shehis, and her eyes opened and gazed sadly at him in the golden glow of the flames. “Trust me, Ivoreth; I’ve been through this with him too, many times.”Somehow, knowing that Ada knew the pain of his brother’s rejection helped a bit. Ivoreth bit her lip, nodded again and tucked her face back into his tunic.“Now, won’t you eat – just a little?”She shook her head. “I’m not hungry, Ada – really.” Her stomach growled, but she was sure that if she tried to eat, it would only come right back up again.Celebriel moved to sit down beside Ada and smoothed her hand over Ivoreth’s head. “Can you get me the salve from my bundle?” Ada asked her in a soft voice returned, and Ivoreth could hear the worry in her voice.
“It is as you suspected,” Ada replied, and Ivoreth felt the first gentle application of