The White City
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,591
Reviews:
6
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Chapter 2
The White City
Chapter 2
Author: Frosty the Unicorn
Codes: Legolas, Haldir, Elrond, Boromir, Eowyn, Faramir, OC, N/C, AU
Rated: NC-17
Summary: In Middle-earth, the elves are a race of renes aes and slaves.
Disclamier: Not mine. 'Cept Narawen.
Elvish Translations are at the bottom of the page.
To Rangerlady: Thank you for your review. In answer to your questions, the opening chapter of this story was written a while ago, and continued recently. I apologize for the lips thing. As for the zipper, I guess it'll just have to exist in this AU. ;) "World on Fire" is still being worked on, while "In Darkness" is my partner's story, and she takes her time posting, as you can tell. I'll tell her people are waiting. ;) Thank you again!
*
Haldir spit the dirt oft of his mouth and struggled against the bodies holding him down. "Gwannale gwaur lavan!" he growled as the men holding him bound his wrists behind his back.
"Shut him up," growled Captain Faramir, kicking dirt into the elf's face. The soldiers immediately gagged the Marchwarden, thng hng him back down to the dusty ground and holding him there. "How many others do we have?"
"Only two," replied a soldier, "The others escaped."
Pursing his lips, the Captain sd and and mounted his horse. "Make sure they're bound properly and bring them along. We'll make examples out of these three."
When they jerked Haldir to his feet, he tossed a dirty glare in the direction of his commander. Elrond glared back without guilt until he was shoved ahead towards a horse. Knowing that running would only get him killed, Haldir decided to bide his time and swallow his pride, and allowed the soldiers to tie a rope around his neck, the other end clasped to the saddle of the same horse Elrond stood next to. Being the only one gagged, Haldir could only stare as Legolas was shoved between them.
The young archer looked at Haldir, then turned his gaze to the raven-haired elf. "What do we do now?"
All three were jerked forward as the horses started to move. Haldir jerked at his binds as they walked, feeling the impending doom grow as they moved closer to s Tis Tirith. "We should do nothing until we get to the city. Once inside, we may have a chance of turning things in our favour."
Haldir sputtered against the gag. Legolas frowned, unable to understand him, but getting the general idea that he did not agree with Elrond. "We may have no other choice. This land is too flat and too em If If we try to escape now, we will not get far."
The Marchwarden's eyes narrowed as he looked past Legolas to Elrond. "Your fury does nothing to help," said the Lord of Imladris, raising an eyebrow and looking away from Haldir, "There is no need to worry. The others will send help for us."
Snorting against the cloth, Haldir shook his head and looked away. Legolas sighed and met the gaze of the soldier on the horse that led them. He immediately refrained from speaking.
The walk was long and slow, but they arrived at the White City before nightfall. Dread coursed through their bodies as they were led through the gate. After the soldiers dismounted and they were untied from the horses, Captain Faramir glanced at them. "Take them to one of the holding cells. Get an elf to tend to them."
Haldir frowned, wondering how many elves they held as slaves. Several soldier pushed them ahead, leading them up a stone walkway until they reached the second level of the city. As the night grew dark, they were shoved into a small house made for the holding of prisoners. Not one of the elves was released from their binds as the doors locked behind them.
Legolas took in the surroundings, four small benches, two chairs, and several dirty pillows. He sighed and sat down upon one of the wooden seats. "I believe we have failed our mission."
Haldir kicked the chair. Legolas scowled up at him, but said nothing in response as the Marchwarden began pacing the cell. Finally, after growling against the gag in his mouth once too often, the archer stood.
"Come here. I will take it off for you." Haldir knis bis brows, successfully bringing across the question of 'how?'. In response, Legolas turned around and moved his free fingers. "You'll have to bring your face down here," he said over his shoulder.
Legolas sighed when he heard Elrond snort. Haldir shot him a glare, but swallowed his pride and did as he was told. The young elf's fingers moved bli ove over his face until they took hold of the gag and pulled it from his mouth.
Standing straight, Haldir licked his lips but said nothing as Legolas sat back down upon his chair. "You're welcome."
The Marchwarden raised an eyebrow, then spun on his heel and walked to the small, barred window that looked out upon the road. Dusk had settled on the city. "Well, Elrond," he said finally, "What is your recommendation?"
The dark elf had settled himself in the shadows of the small lodge. "Morning will come soon enough, and along with it opportunity. We will wait till then."
Haldir rolled his eyes as he stared out the window. Elrond was nothing if not predictable. "You hold no issue with dying here, do you?"
"No one wants to die here, Haldir," said Legolas before Elrond could answer, "It's best if we don't fight."
The Marchwarden exhaled loudly, but did not respond. He was too tired to argue any further. Stepping away from the window, he laid down upon a bench and closed his eyes, hoping that maybe it would all have been just a dream.
*
TBC
Elf-Talk:
Gwannale gwaur lavan! - Die you dirty animals!
Chapter 2
Author: Frosty the Unicorn
Codes: Legolas, Haldir, Elrond, Boromir, Eowyn, Faramir, OC, N/C, AU
Rated: NC-17
Summary: In Middle-earth, the elves are a race of renes aes and slaves.
Disclamier: Not mine. 'Cept Narawen.
Elvish Translations are at the bottom of the page.
To Rangerlady: Thank you for your review. In answer to your questions, the opening chapter of this story was written a while ago, and continued recently. I apologize for the lips thing. As for the zipper, I guess it'll just have to exist in this AU. ;) "World on Fire" is still being worked on, while "In Darkness" is my partner's story, and she takes her time posting, as you can tell. I'll tell her people are waiting. ;) Thank you again!
*
Haldir spit the dirt oft of his mouth and struggled against the bodies holding him down. "Gwannale gwaur lavan!" he growled as the men holding him bound his wrists behind his back.
"Shut him up," growled Captain Faramir, kicking dirt into the elf's face. The soldiers immediately gagged the Marchwarden, thng hng him back down to the dusty ground and holding him there. "How many others do we have?"
"Only two," replied a soldier, "The others escaped."
Pursing his lips, the Captain sd and and mounted his horse. "Make sure they're bound properly and bring them along. We'll make examples out of these three."
When they jerked Haldir to his feet, he tossed a dirty glare in the direction of his commander. Elrond glared back without guilt until he was shoved ahead towards a horse. Knowing that running would only get him killed, Haldir decided to bide his time and swallow his pride, and allowed the soldiers to tie a rope around his neck, the other end clasped to the saddle of the same horse Elrond stood next to. Being the only one gagged, Haldir could only stare as Legolas was shoved between them.
The young archer looked at Haldir, then turned his gaze to the raven-haired elf. "What do we do now?"
All three were jerked forward as the horses started to move. Haldir jerked at his binds as they walked, feeling the impending doom grow as they moved closer to s Tis Tirith. "We should do nothing until we get to the city. Once inside, we may have a chance of turning things in our favour."
Haldir sputtered against the gag. Legolas frowned, unable to understand him, but getting the general idea that he did not agree with Elrond. "We may have no other choice. This land is too flat and too em If If we try to escape now, we will not get far."
The Marchwarden's eyes narrowed as he looked past Legolas to Elrond. "Your fury does nothing to help," said the Lord of Imladris, raising an eyebrow and looking away from Haldir, "There is no need to worry. The others will send help for us."
Snorting against the cloth, Haldir shook his head and looked away. Legolas sighed and met the gaze of the soldier on the horse that led them. He immediately refrained from speaking.
The walk was long and slow, but they arrived at the White City before nightfall. Dread coursed through their bodies as they were led through the gate. After the soldiers dismounted and they were untied from the horses, Captain Faramir glanced at them. "Take them to one of the holding cells. Get an elf to tend to them."
Haldir frowned, wondering how many elves they held as slaves. Several soldier pushed them ahead, leading them up a stone walkway until they reached the second level of the city. As the night grew dark, they were shoved into a small house made for the holding of prisoners. Not one of the elves was released from their binds as the doors locked behind them.
Legolas took in the surroundings, four small benches, two chairs, and several dirty pillows. He sighed and sat down upon one of the wooden seats. "I believe we have failed our mission."
Haldir kicked the chair. Legolas scowled up at him, but said nothing in response as the Marchwarden began pacing the cell. Finally, after growling against the gag in his mouth once too often, the archer stood.
"Come here. I will take it off for you." Haldir knis bis brows, successfully bringing across the question of 'how?'. In response, Legolas turned around and moved his free fingers. "You'll have to bring your face down here," he said over his shoulder.
Legolas sighed when he heard Elrond snort. Haldir shot him a glare, but swallowed his pride and did as he was told. The young elf's fingers moved bli ove over his face until they took hold of the gag and pulled it from his mouth.
Standing straight, Haldir licked his lips but said nothing as Legolas sat back down upon his chair. "You're welcome."
The Marchwarden raised an eyebrow, then spun on his heel and walked to the small, barred window that looked out upon the road. Dusk had settled on the city. "Well, Elrond," he said finally, "What is your recommendation?"
The dark elf had settled himself in the shadows of the small lodge. "Morning will come soon enough, and along with it opportunity. We will wait till then."
Haldir rolled his eyes as he stared out the window. Elrond was nothing if not predictable. "You hold no issue with dying here, do you?"
"No one wants to die here, Haldir," said Legolas before Elrond could answer, "It's best if we don't fight."
The Marchwarden exhaled loudly, but did not respond. He was too tired to argue any further. Stepping away from the window, he laid down upon a bench and closed his eyes, hoping that maybe it would all have been just a dream.
*
TBC
Elf-Talk:
Gwannale gwaur lavan! - Die you dirty animals!