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Chapter13: Revenge!

An hour or two later, the two friends found themselves only fifteen minutes from the elven settlement. Normally it would have only taken them an half-an-hour from where they had stopped, and that was if they were not in a rush. A thick fog had accumulated around them, making their surrounding fuzzy.

The two were currently stumbling down a long hill, more of failing than walking. Aragorn gave Legolas no time to stop when they reached the bottom, they were so close, they had to make it!

"There they are!" a voice suddenly echoed through the night, causing Aragorn's blood to freeze on the spot. Swinging around, he moaned softly.

"No, not now...!" at the top of the hill stood a man, one of the men who had been chasing them The fog swirled around him, hiding the rest of the men that the ranger knew to be there.

"See I told you we should keep moving!" the man yelled gleefully as he began to race down the steep hill. Aragorn grabbed Legolas wrist, not caring that he yanked the elf right off his feet and scrambled on. The prince dragged along behind him, but all that matter was that they reached Imladris.

Panting heavily, Aragorn raced on but his legs betrayed him causing the man to fall, doing almost a half summersault before leaping clumsily back to his feet. Behind him, Legolas gave a feeble cry of pain as he was slammed into the ground, before being jerked upright again. The elf was truly attempting to keep up with the man, but it was impossible in his condition.

A rough hand suddenly grabbed Legolas's shoulder, the strong grip pulling him to a sudden stop and yanking the elf from Aragorn's weaker grip. The prince fell to the ground, unable to stay upright. The man flopped down on top of him, his hands finding Legolas throat and clamping around it.

Legolas already labored breathing come to an abrupt stop and his vision began to haze as the man strangled the life out of him. Over the man's shoulder, he caught sight of Aragorn wheeling around, grabbing something from his belt and charge forward.

The man throttling the elf was so intent on his work that he forgot about the other man, the one they were looking for in the first place. Aragorn used this to his advantage and swung the handle of his knife hard, hitting the human in the back of the head with a loud crack. The man crumpled atop the prince.

Legolas tried to roll the man off, one hand flying to his throat as he sucked air back into his starved lungs. Aragorn gave the elf no time to recover, sliding the man off and pulling the wheezing prince back to his feet. Legolas's tortured lungs and legs screamed at him, and the elf almost went back down.

Aragorn wouldn't allow it though; Legolas would not survive for long if the men who had just creased the hill caught them. Legolas gasp's were painfully shallow and hard to hear as the ranger pushed their legs even faster. The man felt sick inside, thinking of what Legolas must be going through, but continued on even as his own legs threatened to betray them.

"Hang on, just hang on for me!" He pleaded with the reeling elf.

The men behind were quickly gaining and their angry shouts could be clearly heard. Abruptly one changed to a cry of pain, and a man toppled over with an elven arrow embedded in his chest.

Aragorn chanced a look back at the cry, still attempting to keep his footing. Up ahead, the tall gates of Imladris towered above them. If they could just make it past those gates than the ranger knew that he and his friend would safe.

"Come here!" a voice snarled to Aragorn's left. Looking in that direction the ranger just managed to duck the swinging sword, bringing both him and Legolas to their knees. Rising once more, he just caught sight of a flash of silver in the moonlight as another swordsman came at them. Dropping to the ground once more, Aragorn threw his body over Legolas protecting him as well as he could. Closing his eyes tightly he waited for the killing blow.

Suddenly the clang of metal on metal echoed through the clearing and Aragorn looked up seeing an Imladris warrior standing above them, his sword raised and holding off the killing blade. The man holding the sword panicked. Fighting a man was one thing, fighting an elven warrior was completely another.

The warrior only spared a moment for the two on the ground.,

"Go, we have your backs!" Aragorn didn't hesitate, pulling Legolas forward and against the wave of incoming warriors. Seeing the elves, the men began to retreat, shouting in fear. The noise level of the night rose to unbelievable heights as the elves pursued the men who had dared to attack their lands.

Aragorn and Legolas were caught in the middle, and it was not hard for a man to sneak up on the two, grabbing the ranger's shoulder. Aragorn was pushed harshly to the ground, causing Legolas to fall as well. The man who had caught them dug his filthy fingernails into his opponent, causing him to give a whimper of pain, The man laughed, a deranged look entering his eyes, and pulled a knife out of his belt, holding it high above his captive.

A quick flash of steel, though, and the knife fell from limp fingers as a howl of pain was wrenched from the evil man's lips. He fell forward, blood spilling around him. Legolas wavered from where he knelt behind them, still gripping a bloody knife.

Jumping to his feet again, Aragorn hauled his friend up, ignoring the way that Legolas's head rolled limply against his shoulder, proving that the prince had been put past what he could endure. The elf's fingers went lax dropping the knife.

Dragging the prince forward, Aragorn tried to make out the shadowy shapes in front of him. Suddenly, the gates of Imladris were towering above them, and Aragorn cried out in relief, staggering the last few steps forward. Sliding through the gate, all the strength seemed to leave his legs and the human crashed ungracefully to his knees. Still clutching an unresponsive Legolas close to his chest, tears began to stream down Aragorn's face as he caught sight of his brothers and father rushing towards him.

"We made it…we are home." he whispered to Legolas.

Legolas barely heard the soft. words, his hearing was doing funny things and his vision was going gray. No longer having the strength to stay upright, he felt himself pitching forward.

Distantly, he heard anxious voices, and then someone with a vise-like grip clutched his shoulder's keeping him upright. Putting all of his strength into opening his heavy eyelids, Legolas caught sight of one of the twins, he wasn't sure which one because the twins' face was doubled and blurred together. The twin shook him harshly, his lips moving in a soundless shout. The prince's vision began to tunnel and he started to give into the ever welcoming darkness.

Consciousness faded, but the elf grasped tightly to one last stand as strong arms scooped him up. His whole body felt numb and he almost gasped in shock as the person carrying him began to run, sending an icy wave of pain throughout his body. He almost lost complete conscious right then and there, and maybe he did.

The next thing he knew, a soft, gentle hands was pressed against his brow and his body was placed onto a comfortable bed. Warm blankets cocooned him in a matter of seconds as Legolas continued to slip in and out of awareness.

It is over Legolas thought, referring to his adventure with Rhavan. As his friends gentle hands touched and prodded him, tenderly taking care of him, Legolas let go of consciousness and knew no more.

Little did they know, miles away from Imladris in a cold study stood a man. The man's eyes were black with hatred and his lips was curled up into a snarl. The last of hismessenger from his scouting party had arrived, bringing the disastrous news that they were going to go all the way to Rivendell. They were fools. No one could beat the elves in fortress.

"So, elf, you have escaped from me yet again." he hissed, "not this time." he vowed, subconsciously his hand tightened around a glass vile.

The guard whom had been knocked unconscious doing Prince Legolas and his human companions fight weeks ago had finally awoke from his deep sleep, telling his leader exactly how the elf had escaped and that the new northern who had come in that day had helped him. With the description Rhavan was finally able to indemnify him...the human who lives in Elrond's house.

Striking his fist against his table, he let out a growl. That man was going to die a horrible death, as well as the elf! He had forgotten about that pesky son of Elrond, best friends with the prince of Mirkwood…this time would be different.

A knock, loud and firm, sounded at his door.

"Enter," he seethed, knowing exactly who it was. A tall cloaked man entered, sliding into the seat in front of the desk.. His master got straight to the point, holding up the glass vile. "I have a job for you…in the elven city Rivendell." The cloaked man nodded, taking the vile and slipping it into his pocket.

"What is the saying," his master hissed again, his eyes coal black. "revenge is best served cold."

THE END

….or is it?

If you wish for one there could be a squeal! Jk, there is a squeal planned! Look for By Your Side sometime in a couple weeks time! Another huge thanks to everyone out there, you guys are the best!

Review Responses:

robinsmum: They would have surly appreciated it, that's for sure! If it's sick, than well be twisted together! ;)

Exotic Nightmare: Too late for that! I am stuffed full of evil ideas, in fact so full that my brain forgets how things like grammar works occasionally!

Guartiana: I know, I like to think I would be like them…but I doubt it somehow.

ME: I didn't kill him…at least not yet, though if that last is hard to tell!

The Phantom Dragon: it with honor* I thank you very much! Legolas and Aragorn must be paralyzed with fear!

Major kel: hehe, I hope this was fast enough! :)

HarmonySoundown: lol! Yes I did! Hannon le, mellon nin!

ShadowHawq35: They finally did! It took them forever to get there, I must say XD

csiwannabe99: thanks! And yes your right, I went back and changed it. I will have to check her out!

sarathestarkidranger: Thanks! Yes, evil is my middle name! The twins finally made another appearance, a very short one though.

LILEVILONE96: haha, there were a lot of evils in there… I am pleased! Thank you very much!

tigerra79: Aragorn needed a hug very badly. Hannon le, I am really glad that you think so!

Epic Elven Warrior Princess: nope, not a single one! ;) They defiantly needed that strength and hope!

Nearing Midnight: They got help…finally! It took them a very long time to get back to Imladris! Due to no part to a certain writer XD