Fallen Leafs, Part XVIII
Aragorn burst into the castle to find it completely empty.
"What...?" He asked slowly as he walked around. His heavy
footsteps echoed against the dark walls.
Gimli charged in a few paces behind, axe raised. He too stopped and
looked around in utter confusion.
"Where are they? This place was swarming with creatures!"
Aragorn yelled in frustration.
They raced up the nearest flight of stairs they could take and found
the hallway and the rooms around the hallways to be empty.
"This is not possible!" Gimli yelled as they ran. "They
could not have left so quickly without our notice!"
They ran down the hallway and up another flight of stairs and found
Gimli threw his axe to the ground in complete annoyance and frustration.
"Where is Legolas!" he yelled to no one.
Aragorn sniffed the air much like that of a wolf and was happy he could
pick up the strong stench of the orcs close to his left.
"This way." he said. Gimli grumbled and picked up his axe.
"Let us hope this has not all been in vain."
The two companions rushed down a narrow hallway that had been carefully
tucked away in the back of the castle. They could hear the cries of
the orcs and the air grew foul with their stench.
"They are close." Aragorn commented softly. Gimli nodded and
tightened his grip on his axe. Aragorn reached for his sword he had
not yet taken out.
They found a door that was filled with sounds of the orcs and many other
creatures of Mordor.
Silently they opened the door and found twenty goblins and orcs crowded
around something on the ground.
Before the creatures could react they died by Aragorn's sword and Gimli's
Gimli wiped off his axe proudly.
"Ah and 12 fell to you today." he said.
"Gimli! Look!" Aragorn cried.
Gimli watched as Aragorn ran over to where the creatures had been concentrated
the most and pulled their dead bodies off of the object they had been
crowded around. Gimli's face paled when he saw what it was.
"Is he dead?" Gimli asked as he rushed over. Aragorn did not
answer for a moment as he just stared in utter horror at Legolas.
His clothes were tattered and cuts completely covered his body. His
hair had come undone and strayed on to his face. His weapons were nowhere
"Yes..." Aragorn said when he realized that Legolas' was cold
and pale. Death had crossed his face long before they had arrived.
"When could they have done this?" Gimli asked, attempting
to hold back his tears he thought he would never have for an elf.
Aragorn thought for a moment.
"During the battle. I called for his name and he did not respond.
He may have been slain then."
Aragorn looked down at Legolas in great remorse.
"They most likely have the ring."
"Then all is lost..." Gimli said sadly. Aragorn snapped out
of his sadness and picked up Legolas' body.
"This place is not fit to be Legolas' resting place." he said.
"We will have to present his body to Thranduil."
"It will be a most unwelcome reunion." Gimli commented bitterly
as they walked down the hallway.
They met Gandalf near the entrance of the castle. Tears even filled
Gandalf's eyes when he realized what had happened.
"No..." he uttered. "This...cannot be..."
Aragorn nodded sadly. Gimli did not look at the old wizard.
"We must give Legolas to Thranduil. It is only proper."
"This does not bode well in the least. They have the ring I can
only assume?" Aragorn nodded. "All is lost." Gandalf
said in disgust and walked out of the empty castle. Aragorn and Gimli
followed closely behind.
Thranduil cried out in anguish at the sight of his beloved son's body.
"Legolas! My son!" he sobbed cradeling Legolas' head. Aragorn
laid him gently down to the ground.
The elves of the army gathered around them, forming a small circle.
Their looks of horror and sadness spoke for them. Silence crept into
the air save for a slight wind and Thranduil's cries.
The three remaining companions of the Fellowship stayed with the evles
that night as songs of remorse flooded the campsites around them. One
ongoing song was:
(Thank you amaelgreenleaf for the translation into Elvish!)
Legolas i' astaldinin
Ohtar ya dagore
E' i' ohtaea
Sut naaya lle
E' i' gurtha
Tanya nae Mirkwood
Sii' lle naa aute...
I' gilea e' Arvandor
Ar' sila llea
Me'a ndu deno'lye.
Legolas the bravest
Warrior who fought
In the wars
How could you have
Fallen to shadows?
In the death
That was Mirkwood
Now you are gone...
You may now
The stars above
And shine your
Light down upon us.
The moon was falling into the horizon when Aragorn was awakened by Gandalf.
"Thranduil has died through the night." Gandalf whispered
so as not to wake the elves surrounding them."
"What?" Aragorn whispered fiercly.
"From grief because of his son."
"Who will rule Mirkwood?" Aragorn questioned.
"I am uncertain. That is not my concern. Another bit of news has
given cause enough for me to not keep my news until dawn. They were
changing Legolas into death robes and found the ring hidden in a pocket
not even they had known existed."
That must have been why the orcs and goblins were searching him so
frantically... Aragorn thought numbly.
"The ring must be destroyed. By you." Aragorn's eyes widened.
"Only you were once tempted by the ring and dismissed it."
Gandalf said. Aragorn's eyes narrowed as a look of confusion graced
"How is it that you know of that?" Gandalf helped Aragorn
to his feet and got his sword.
"I am afraid I have no time for explanations. The ring you will
find in Thranduil's tent down there." he said pointing his staff
at the largest tent in the camp.
Aragorn nodded and before his mind could fully contemplate what he was
doing, he found himself asking permission to go into the tent.
"What buisness have you?" the guard asked coldly.
"Weinlyeon! Let him through!" he heard Gandalf the White call.
The guard bowed and moved for Aragorn to proceed.
The tent was quiet with three large torches lighting up the bodies of
Thranduil and Legolas.
Aragorn was surprised at how quickly Legolas had been cleaned and dressed
with white robes. He surprisingly looked peaceful to Aragorn. Thranduil
looked peaceful as well he decided as he looked at the wooden table
that was placed in between the two tables they were on. They appeared
to have been fashioned in a hurry which Aragorn did not doubt.
On the small table sat the ring. The cause of all their pain.
Gritting his teeth Aragorn reached for the ring and quickly shoved it
in his pocket.
He set out just as the sun began to replace the full moon. He reached
the gates of Mordor by the time the sun hung softly in the air.
No one was outside of Mordor but the castle was apparently crawling
with creatures for Aragorn could hear their foul cries as he guessed
they madly searched for the ring that he held in his pocket.
Swiftly and nearly silently he walked up the pathway to Mt. Doom and
did not stop for an instand until he reached the very top of the mountain.
He gazed down at the endless pool of lava and fire and withdrew the
ring from his pocket.
Aragorn averted his gaze from the ring as his hand tossed it quickly
into the fires of Mt. Doom.
He watched the cause of all of his sufferings and pains sink beneath
the waves of fire and said a quick prayer that such a thing would never
Aragorn quickly left Mordor before the creatures could guess what had
He heard Sauron's screams of rage just as he reached the elven camp.
"What happened?" An elf asked him.
"The ring..." he huffed, out of breath from his run. "I
"The ring! The ring has been destroyed!" The elf's voice rang
Shouts of joy could be heard throughout the camp. Gandalf rushed up
to Aragorn and broke out into a huge smile.
"I knew you would be the one to do it." he said happily. He
swept Aragorn up into his arms and hugged him tightly. "This has
been a day of victory for the creatures of Middle-Earth."
"It was surprisingly easy as well." Aragorn commented.
"That is why I awoke you when I did. I knew they would be distracted
looking for the ring that wasn't there. Too distracted to notice a human
running around in their lands." Gandalf said with a slight wink.
"Come now, we have matters to discuss and two burials to perform."
For the rest of the day they packed up their camp and reached Lothlorien
There they buried Thranduil and Legolas and together the elves from
both Lorien and Mirkwood joined together to perfom the cermonies associated
with the burial.
They discussed who should rule Mirkwood now that both of it's rulers
Aragorn and Gimli did not care much for the discussion and wandered
around Lothlorien in search of solitude and comfort they could not find.
Weeks passed before a desicion was made, allowing Aragorn to travel
to Gondor in order to bring news of Boromoir's death and his claim to
the throne. Gimli traveled to the Glittering Caves as he had always
dreamed of seeing them. Something drew him to the forest of Fangorn
as well although he did not care for forests. It simply reminded him
of Legolas, the friend he almost had...
Gandalf traveled to Rohan and Gondor to give them news of Mirkwood and
the ring and after many years of bringing order to the newfound chaos,
returned to Hobbiton where he brought news of what had happened.
The history of the ring of power eventually faded into a mere legend
that was passed by word of mouth for centuries to come. That is, until
in the 1930's I believe one man listened to these legends and wrote
them down into a book (Although I do believe he twisted the legend to
his own liking).
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