Speak No Evil

Chapter 5: An Elf and the Mines

You all are so fantastic, I can't even find words to describe it! Your reviews have all been so kind and I value each and every one of them greatly! And one note, in this chapter the bold italics are Legolas' thoughts, not him signing. If he is signing the text will be in regular italics like it has been in all the other chapters.

mjg43: I am glad that you have been enjoying my writing so far. As for continuing, I am going to try and update as frequently as possible, but no matter how hard I try, my schedule is going to be a little wonky, so keep a look out for new chapters!

JasmineMoonblossom: Well I most certainly do not want you to die, so in that case I guess that I will have to write as much as I possibly can! I greatly appreciate your enthusiasm by the way, it truly warms my heart. I hope that you are also still with the living even though it has been so long since I updated. I really do apologize for that by the way, but you know how it is with life…..

Eruaistaniel: I know right! Unfortunately, I don't think that peace is going to find him anytime soon, especially with all us writers out here. Anyway, to answer your question, yes I am going to go into detail about what happened to Legolas in Dol Guldur. However, it is going to happen mostly through flashbacks and dream sequences, and the entire picture will be revealed slowly over time. Hopefully it doesn't tease you readers too much…..

SkyleafAlchemist19: Yeah, I really wanted to have the input of a figure representing wisdom. I thought about Gandalf at first, but eventually I decided on Elrond because I thought that he would have better insight into Legolas' character. As for Aragorn and Legolas, well those two are so much fun to write for. The friendship they share is just so entertaining, to say the least. As for the translations, I thought it would be interesting to expand on the whole idea of how at times Legolas really needs to rely on others due to his current standing.

LotR-HP-PJ: Thank you so much! I felt so proud of myself when I update so quickly, it honestly made me feel better about the fact that I usually take so much time in-between updates! I really wanted to try and find that perfect balance for Legolas' personality, because I definitely wanted to keep that air of perfection about him, which is so common among the elves. However, Legolas is somewhat "damaged" I guess you could say, and therefore he needed to have that sense of vulnerability that most elves and warriors don't usually want to show. I am really glad that you have been so happy with my writing.

Oh and I just wanted to say that some guest reviews haven't been showing up under my stories, so if you reviewed and I haven't responded here, I am really sorry, but I may not have seen it. Please enjoy!

"Farewell. Hold to you purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all free folk go with you."

The words of Elrond were finished with a dip of his head, and the placement of his hand over his heart. When he rose, the elven healer was greeted with the sight of Aragorn bowing his head, the hobbits looking both grim and excited, Gandalf's expression seemingly void of emotion, the proud and stubborn postures of both the Gondorian and the dwarf, and his gesture being returned by Legolas. Elrond looked upon them with a barely perceivable smile. With nothing else to be said, the nine travelers turned and passed over the threshold of Rivendell, simultaneously crossing into a world of unpredictability.

The newly pronounced fellowship trudged over grassy plains and boulder covered hills as they climbed into the ever growing altitude, which led to the pass of Caradhras. Along the way, they had fallen into a line with Gandalf leading the way, Frodo behind him, then Legolas and Gimli, with Boromir, Sam, and Aragorn following towards the back. The group proceeded forward in complete silence, for all of them were still processing the fact that they had joined a quest holding so much significance. Middle Earth's safety now rested upon their shoulders, and even though it was divided by nine, it did nothing to lessen the weight of it all.

However, their mood seemed to brighten, albeit only slightly, as they stopped to rest among a gathering of boulders. The hobbits immediately began a fire, and threw some hearty morsels into a pan in order to cook a brief meal. The two men sat nearby and watched as the hobbits devoured the minuscule amounts of food, before the two younger hobbits asked with pleading eyes, "Will you train us?" Of course the man were loath to refuse, so the Gondorian hopped up and began teaching Merry and Pippin some basic skills, while Aragorn watched and occasionally corrected their movements.

Meanwhile Gandalf sat a decent distance away with Gimli in front of him, and the elven prince standing several feet to his right. The dwarf and wizard were currently discussing by which means the fellowship would continue. The dwarf was the first to speak.

"If anyone were to ask for my opinion, which I note they have not, I would say we are taking the long way round. Gandalf, we can pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin, Balin, would give us a royal welcome."

This made the prince—who hadn't been paying too much attention to what the two were saying—pale drastically. He jerked his head towards the direction in which Gimli stood, and his thoughts began to wildly race, along with his heart.

Moria?! No, not Moria, oh please Gandalf say no! Please Mithrandir I beg of you don't make me do this! Please! Please no. I do not want to go back to the dark! I have already spent so much time in the never ending darkness, with the foul spawn of Mordor, I do not need to be there any longer! I will die, I will not be able to survive the horror again, no matter how hard I try! My light will fade, my body will perish, and my soul will flee to the halls of Mandos. Oh Mithrandir do not forsake my life so! I fought each and every day against all of the awful things inflicted upon me, and I survived, I kept myself alive, so please do not send me into that horrible place just to face death once again.

"No, Gimli. I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice."

The words of the wizard were said with a worried frown, but despite the elder's unease, the declaration made Legolas' heart soar. A brief smile captured his lips, and as he released the breath—he didn't know he had been holding—his body relaxed significantly. The elf watched with mild interest as the dwarf began to protest, but Gandalf held true to his original statement and refused to change his mind. The prince was about to approach the wizard in order to agree, but his attention was caught by a shadow beginning to creep into his mind.

Curious, and a little bit worried, Legolas swiftly bounded over the rocky ground ahead of him and found a new perch along Gandalf's right side. His keen and clear blue eyes scanned the horizon before him, immediately spotting the splotch of black staining the blue sky. The archer's brow furrowed as he continued to stare in confusion. Apparently his keenness upon the abnormality was noticed by the others, for he heard them gather behind him as Sam spoke.

"What is that?"

The elf continued to ponder what on earth the blackness could be, while the other members of the fellowship continued to make guesses behind his back. Gimli was the next to speak as he replied to the sand-haired hobbit.

"Nothing…it is just a wisp of cloud."

There was barely a second's pause before Boromir moved closer with the hobbits at his side, and shook his head in denial.

"It is moving fast….against the wind."

It was then that Legolas finally realized what the mysterious grouping was. His eyes widened in worry and he whipped around to stare directly at Aragorn. Once he had the man's attention, he made several hurried signs of Crebain from Dunland! Thankfully the ranger immediately understood and screamed to the rest of the fellowship.

"HIDE!"

The nine figures all dove for cover as the black and evil birds circled above them, hunting for prey. All of them held their breath as the scavengers orbited the area for a final time. Once they vacated the air space, the fellowship rose and looked towards Gandalf for direction. The white wizard looked grim, but he pushed the group forward none the less.

"Spies of Saruman, the passage South is being watched. We must take the pass of Caradhras."

Chilling wind and snow swirled around the heads of the fellowship. The cold bit at their unprotected faces, and seeped through the fabric of their clothes, for they were currently trudging through a deep snow bank, and the snow reached up to the shoulders of even Boromir, the tallest of the company. The group continued pushing themselves forward despite the horrid conditions, but the men were quickly losing energy due to the fact that they were also toting the hobbits, and aiding Gimli along. However, one member of the company was doing reasonably well. Legolas was unhindered by the deep snow due to the fact that the elves possess a natural lightness, which enabled the silent elf to glide easily atop the snow, much to the envy of his companions.

Unfortunately, even the archer began to have issues with proceeding, because a voice speaking of the fellowship's end soon filled the air. The voice was immediately recognized by Gandalf as Saruman, and it was then that the grey wizard began heartily chanting in order to counter whatever curse the tainted wizard was attempting to cast. But try as he might, there was nothing Gandalf could do to stop the piles of snow and ice which fell upon the fellowship as part of the mountain collapsed.

Thankfully the nine walkers remained unharmed by the downfall, and slowly but steadily they all rose from the snow. However, this time protests were finally voiced, Boromir being the first.

"We must get off the mountain! Make for the gap of Rohan and take the West road to my city."

The ranger immediately countered the statement with a shake of his head.

"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard."

Finally Gimli decided to voice his opinion.

"If we cannot pass over the mountain. Let us go under it. Let us go through the mines of Moria."

That particular statement was met with the concerned gaze of Gandalf and an unnoticed look of pain and grief from Legolas. A few moments of uncertainty and silence befell the group as the wizard considered what to say next. Finally, with a sigh of uncertainty, Gandalf spoke.

"We will let the ring bearer decide."

All eyes turned to the chilled and pale hobbit tucked under Aragorn's arm. The halfling looked terrified that such an important decision was being placed upon his shoulders. None the less, Frodo spent several moments thinking it over before he replied. All the while Legolas' heart was pounding, and in his mind he was begging Frodo to choose the mountain.

Please young Frodo, I know that you are unaware of what Moria would do to me, but please I beg you not to bring it to me anyway. Moria will only cause me pain and sadness, as it reminds me of every treacherous memory from my time in the dungeons. How I earned my scars, the sound of flesh being ripped open mercilessly, and the day that my voice was permanently stolen from me. Please my young friend do not make me experience the never ending darkness of Moria, I cannot bear the strain on my heart, I simply cannot.

That was when the hobbit spoke the one phrase that the elven prince had been pleading never to hear.

"We will go through the mines."

Sorry nothing very exciting happened in this chapter, but it was really just a transition chapter to set things up for next time. I also want to say that I purposes made Legolas' thoughts kind of jumbled, frantic, and hard to understand. So I apologize if they were hard for you to read, but I really wanted to show how disjointed Legolas' emotions were.

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