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Hey all... Here's the next chapter of my Legolas fic... Enjoy!
Title: How Does It Feel (27/?)
Author: palephoenix (palephoenix_6@yahoo.ca)
Genre: LOTR FP-het
Pairing: Legolas/OFC
Rating: PG for now... will go up to NC-17 at times...
Warning: Mary Sue... I'm in a Mary Sue mood... I can't fathom why anyone who doesn't like Mary Sues would read a fic clearly labelled as such... But apparently some have... -rolls her eyes- When you review telling me my story sucks because it's a Mary Sue all you end up doing is giving me my good laugh of the day.
Archive: That Bloomin' Ring... aff.net
Disclaimer: Not for profit, purely for entertainment purposes. The characters belong to Tolkien and the actors belong to themselves. I'm just borrowing them. I don't know the actors; if I did I wouldn't be writing this... I'd be keeping Orlando in my bed for the next five years.
Feedback: pretty please with Orlando on top???
Notes: Eilish is pronounced 'eye-lish'... As far as I know it is the Irish version of Elizabeth... As in previous chapters, words in italics are in elvish, with the translation at the end of the paragraph. This chapter is written with canon events, not movie events. Any dialogue (and only dialogue) marked with an asterisk (*) is taken directly, word for word, from the book.
Summary: Labour and delivery nurse Eilish Bell is in a car accident and finds herself thrown into Middle Earth.
Chapter 27
The next couple of days were long and dreary. The Company spoke little, weary with their journey and consumed with their own thoughts.
One night Eilish overheard Sam and Frodo whispering in the dark close by. Sam was describing something he'd seen on the river not long before they stopped for the night. From his words Eilish gleaned that he had seen Gollum, following them down the river, hiding himself behind a floating log.
The rest of the Fellowship was quietly sleeping, save Legolas who was on watch. He had insisted Eilish did not have to sit the watch with him and sent her back to her bed.
"Sam," She whispered, catching the hobbit's attention. "I don't think you were dreaming, hon. I saw the same thing a few days ago."
"Did you Miss Eilish?" Sam asked curiously.
"Yeah, I did. So, don't worry that you're seeing things or something."
Sam visibly relaxed at her words and got himself settled more in his bed. Frodo looked worried, but finally settle to sleep, too. With a sigh Eilish got out of bed, knowing she wouldn't get any sleep until Legolas came back to bed. She quietly joined him at the fire for the remainder of his watch. When the elf's watch was over they returned to their beds and Eilish was finally able to sleep.
In the morning Aragorn confided to them that Frodo and Sam had been awake in the night and had seen Gollum on the river. He admitted that he himself had known Gollum had been following them since Moria. He had tried to catch him at night a few times, but the creature was too sneaky.
In the next days the Company moved in the twilight and dark, resting in the day, remaining as hidden as the terrain allowed. After a time the landscape began to change, becoming rocky and grey. They were nearing the hill-country of Emyn Muil. On the eighth night of their journey they came suddenly to rapids, indicating they had already reached Sarn Gebir, proving the river ran faster than they anticipated. They were forced to fight to turn the boats from the rocky stretch of river. Try as they might to stop it, the current pulled the boats closer and closer to the eastern shore. Suddenly, the twang of bowstrings could be heard and several arrows shot past. One struck Frodo in the back, the hobbit only saved from injury by his mithril coat.
"Yrch!"* Legolas spat. -orcs-
Thankfully there were no more hits, possibly due to the elven cloaks the group was clad in. The group paddled hard for the western bank, until they finally reached midstream once again, then at last reached the safe side. Legolas jumped to the shore and put arrow to his Galadhrim bow. Shrill cries came from the orcs on the opposite shore as the elven arrows did their job.
All of a sudden, a dark shape, like a swiftly moving cloud could be seen in the sky, rushing from the blackness of the South. Eilish shivered violently as a horrible shill crept through her.
"Nazgul," she breathed, huddling down in the boat.
Legolas' bowstring sang as an arrow shot into the dark. The shape changed course, swerving, then fell into the gloom of the eastern shore. The sounds of voices cursing met the ears of the Fellowship, then silence. No more sound or arrow came from the eastern side that night.
After a while the group navigated the boats back upstream. They eventually found a shallow bay, with a steep, rocky bank, deciding to wait out the rest of the night there. Eilish was still shivering as the group sat in the boats. Gimli sat munching on some lembas and praised Legolas' shooting. Eilish turned in her seat and practically threw herself in the arms of the elf.
"It is alright, meleth," Legolas whispered, caressing her back soothingly. -love-
"Jesus, 'Lass," She breathed, "I thought the Balrog was the scariest thing I've ever seen, but I was wrong. Nazgul take the fuckin' cake!" -leaf-
In spite of the situation, Legolas chuckled softly. "Aye, they do."
"Bugger, I'm freezing," Eilish said, her teeth chattering Legolas wrapped the ends of his cloak around her.
"Your hands are cold, Caran," Legolas observed, taking her hands in his to warm them. -red-
The night passed slowly, and in the morning there was a heavy mist over the river and the eastern bank couldn't be seen. Aragorn was worried they would be unable to find the path to pass the rapids and reach Emyn Muir. Boromir was pushing to abandon the boats and head southwest for Gondor. Aragorn reasoned that that path could be just as dangerous as their current one, the land being boggy, with no landmarks, and prone to fog. The Ranger was reluctant to abandon the boats prematurely, rightly stating that the river, at least, was a path that could not be missed.
Again Boromir objected, asking Aragorn what he planned to do even if he was able to pass the Argonath and reach the falls of Rauros. Aragorn reminded the man of Gondor of the ancient North Stair and the high seat upon Amon Hen, firmly stating he himself would stand in that high place before he made any more decisions as to his path. Boromir only conceded when it was clear that Frodo would follow Aragorn and the others would follow Frodo.
"It is not the way of the Men of Minas Tirith to desert their friends at need," He said, "and you will need my strength."*
TBC...