Title & Chapter Number: Finding One's Roots 3/38
Author(s): - Author's Index
Website: Heather Lynn's Page
Fandom: Tolkien
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of J R R Tolkien, the Tolkien Estate and Tolkien Enterprises. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: SEX!!!
Betas: None
Cast: Legolas/OFC
Timeline: FotR AU
Spoilers: FotR Perhaps
Summary: This story begins in the year 3019 (S.R. 1419). The Ring is destroyed and Sauron has been overthrown. Théoden has been laid to rest. The Hobbits, Aragorn, Gandalf, the Lord and Lady of Lórien and their people, and Master Elrond and his people have departed Isengard. Legolas and Gimli have gone their own way to Fangorn Forest.
Notes: While writing this, I followed the Tolkien's books and the two movies and made up a few things as well. My timeline does not coincide with the books, only to try to keep things short! I hope the translations are correct, if not please email me so I can make any necessary repairs. I hope to add drawings soon, having just moved I will need some time. I hope you enjoy my first fan fic I've ever written, please let me know what you think! This fan fic was also part of the www.haldir-lives.org Fan Fic Challenge.
"Run Jelena! Run!" Her father had her by the hand, pulling her through the destruction of the only home she had ever known. Orcs were everywhere, killing all the Hobbit, Men and Elf captives, many which were like her family. Something was terribly wrong! Why were the orcs killing everyone? The only time they raised a hand to their captives was when they refused to work or tried to escape. Otherwise they let us be.
Jelena felt the sting of a whip tearing at her flesh. They were being followed by three orcs. They ran down a tunnel that started to go uphill. They were on their heels, stinging their backs with the whips, yelling in their black language to leave none of their captives alive.
Her father grabbed a torch that was hanging on the wall and turned on them. Before the orcs could stop, Maerdir jabbed the torch into the face of one orc, and smacked another upside the head, sending them screaming from where they had come. The other stood his ground, throwing back the whip to lash at them again. Maerdir pushed Jelena behind him and took the blow. Before the orc could pull back the whip, Maerdir grabbed it and charged the orc, wrapping it about its neck, holding it tight until it ceased to move.
They continued to run up the tunnel, daylight shining at its end guiding their way. They slowed when they neared the end, hearing the sounds of battle outside. They could hear sounds coming towards them up the tunnel as well. They had to move!
Maerdir peered out of the tunnel's entrance. There were several hundred orcs fighting in a clearing to the right. To the left there was a forest, no more than a hundred yards away and they would be safe. He turned to Jelena, "I know you are tired but we must keep moving. We will rest when we find some safety in those trees," he said, pointing. He took her hand and launched them from the tunnel, the bright afternoon sun nearly blinding them.
Jelena looked around her. So many new things were around her. She had no idea what existed above ground, only from what the others had told her about. She had seen the sunlight and sky before through the openings of the pits. Never had she seen the tall green stuff that grew around their feet! Or live trees! "Do not drag your feet, Jelena! Run! We must hurry before we are noticed!"
The screams of the orcs brought her back to reality. Another unseen army was fighting them. She turned and saw arrows flying at the orcs, many of them falling, but always more to take their places. A small band of orcs noticed them running for the trees. "They've seen us!" cried Jelena. Arrows flew over their heads and around their feet. They continued to run as fast as their feet could carry them.
She felt her father's hand jerk hard out of hers. She turned and saw he had been shot in the leg. "Keep running, Jelena! I'll be right behind you!" Maerdir reached down and snapped the end off the arrow, pulling it all the way through his thigh. He yanked the sleeve off his shirt and wrapped it tight around the wound. His face had gone gray.
They made their way into the forest, the growth thick around them and pulling at their clothes. They could hear the orcs crashing into the forest behind them. They made their way through thick briars and branches, Jelena getting many scratches on her arms, legs and face. They came to an area where the undergrowth had thinned and stopped dead in their tracks. Orc bodies were strewn everywhere. There were also the bodies of elves. Most of them were dressed in gray, brown and black. Some were in shades of green. Jelena gasped at the scene. Her father once again grabbed her hand and led her on. "So elves are battling the orcs," Maerdir muttered. "And from the looks of it, Thranduil and Lórien have teamed together in this battle."
Maerdir began to lag. The pain in his leg was incredible, though he wouldn't say a word. The orc poison was working fast. They began to hear the orcs closing in on them. "Father, we must find someplace to hide. You need to rest!"
Maerdir searched around. He saw a stout pine tree where they could conceal themselves in the branches. "Quickly! Climb!" He pushed her up to the first branch. He picked up a bunch of branches and brushed the ground to cover their tracks. Maerdir noticed that his leg was dripping blood and hoped the foul orcs would not smell him. He snapped a sharp end off one of the branches and stuck it in his belt. He pulled himself up into the tree and held Jelena in his arms. And they waited.
Within minutes they heard them crashing through the brush. Then they saw them. There were nine of them. "You all make so much noise I can't hear myself think!" yelled one of them. They all stopped in their tracks. And listened. They sniffed the air. The one who yelled smiled. "He is injured and close. They can't be too far. Their trail ends here. Spread out!"
The orcs combed the forest floor looking for a trace. They found nothing. It seemed like forever that they searched and searched. It was getting dark and cold. Maerdir was feeling weak. He needed to tend to his wound and try to draw out some of the poison. If only they had some witch hazel leaves and honey, he thought. 1 "Move on!" yelled their leader. "Keep searching!" All the orcs ran off, except for the leader.
He walked slowly about, looking over everything. He found blood on some leaves. He rubbed it between his fingers and smelled it. An evil smile came across his face. He licked his fingers and started to walk in their direction, sniffing the air. He was getting close. He found some more blood drops. Getting closer. Now he was under their very tree.
"You are near! I can smell you! Come out and I will kill you quickly! You will not suffer!" The nasty creature felt something wet drip onto his shoulder. He reached up and wiped it off. Blood. He looked up.
Maerdir dropped from the tree, landing on the orc, penetrating his guts with the sharp stick. He quickly grabbed it by the head, snapping its neck before it could cry out. After helping Jelena down, he checked over the orc's body for anything they could use. He found a dagger and a sword. He took the orc's cloak and wrapped it around Jelena's cold shoulders. "We must be very quiet."
They slowly made their way through the dark forest, stopping occasionally to rest. Maerdir was burning up with fever. Finally they found some bushes to crawl under to get some rest. Maerdir held his daughter in his arms, trying to keep her warm.
The next day they continued on their way, not knowing where they were going. It had been many years since Maerdir had been above ground. He was having a difficult time trying to keep moving. Now and then they would hear the orcs tracking them. They stopped to rest when they could find places to hide.
Jelena was having a difficult time getting her father to his feet. His fever was burning hot and racking his tired body and he was delirious as well. She no sooner got him up when she heard them coming. "Father, we must go!!! They are coming!!! Please!!!" She wrapped his arm around her shoulder, trying to carry his huge form. The orcs were almost upon them. Their arrows flew through the air, coming close to them.
Her father stopped walking. He fell to his knees, taking her down with him. An orc arrow was sticking into his back, the point coming out of the middle of his chest. "I love you, Jelena. Run! Leave me! Run!!!" Maerdir fell over and was no more.
"NO!! ADA!!"
~*~*~*~
Jelena woke with a start. Legolas was next to her, covering her with his Lórien cloak. Water was dripping in her face. It was raining.
"Are you alright? You were crying in your sleep," Legolas asked, feeling pity for the poor girl. It was obvious she had been through something devastating and he tried to bring her some comfort. He sat down next to her and held her hands.
"I'm alright. I was dreaming of my father and our escape from Dol Guldur," She said.
~*~*~*~
1. Topical application of honey helps to accelerate skin wound healing. Native Americans used poultices of witch hazel leaves and bark to treat wounds.
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