Evil's Point

by SIHansonWeasleyGamgee

AN: Welcome to my first chaptered LOTR story!! This story is not meant to be slash or romance, and should not be taken as such--it simply highlights the friendship between Legolas and Gimli. Hope you enjoy, and please review!

"Earendil was a mariner/That tarried in Arvernien/He built a boat of timber felled/In Nimbrethil to journey in..."

Prince Legolas of Mirkwood's voice rang out loud and clear in the song Bilbo Baggins and King Aragorn of Gondor had penned before the War of the Ring. He and his dear friend Gimli had just come from visiting the Glittering Caves, and now it was time for Legolas to return the favor and introduce Gimli to his home in Mirkwood.

"I swear, Legolas, if you do not stop singing your abonimable songs, my axe shall hew an elf-neck before the day is through..." grumbled Gimli the dwarf. Gimli was not fond of forests--only his deep love for Legolas had gotten him to enter this one. He was beginning to regret his choice.

Legolas laughed. "Why should I not sing, friend? I'm home at last!"

Gimil sighed. "If you must...I'll just have to stop up my ears all day."

Grinning, Legolas burst into another song. Gimli groaned, and began to hum loudly to block out his companion's song.

All of a sudden, Legolas froze. His ears had picked up a strange sound. Gimli looked over at Legolas. "What--"

"Sssssh!" Legolas listened hard. Gimli gazed around into the dark trees, black under the falling evening, but could see nothing. "What did you hear?" Gimli breathed to Legolas.

"Footsteps," Legolas mumbled back. "I'm sure of it. Someone is following us."

"Could it be one of your people, spying on their prince?"

"Of course not," Legolas added, barely restraining from adding, "Stupid dwarf." He continued, "Elven footsteps are hard for even elves to hear, and I heard these steps plainly."

"What are we to do?" asked Gimli, fingering his axe.

"We'll keep going," Legolas mumbled. He silently drew his bow from behind his back and notched an arrow to the string. "Get your axe out. If it is hostile, it might come upon us suddenly."

Gimli complied, and the two companions continued on their path, tense, alert and listening intently for sounds of pursuit. The footfalls continued to be just behind them.

Suddenly, and quite unexpectedly, Legolas and Gimli came across something that stopped them in their tracks. A river had appeared out of nowhere, roaring and tumbling right across their path. The air above the river shimmered as if with great heat, but it was obviously magic.

"What is this?" Gimli exclaimed, bending over to peer at the river. "I did not know magic rivers flowed in this part of your forest, Legolas."

"They don't," mumbled Legolas, a little rattled. "I have been this way many times, and there was never a river here before."

"It is some sorcery!" a grim-faced Gimli said. "Something IS following us, and I'll bet my axe-haft it doesn't like us."

Legolas had turned from the river and was scanning the trees. Suddenly he lunged at Gimli, knocking him to the ground. "Wha-" exclaimed the alarmed dwarf. Legolas silenced his friend with a look, got off the dwarf, leaned over, and picked up a dart that was in exactly the spot where Gimli had been standing. The dart pierced a piece of paper. Legolas drew the paper off the dart, pocketed the dart, and unfolded the paper. Squatting so Gimli could see the letter, Legolas began to read.

"SAURON MAY BE VANQUISHED, BUT THE LIGHT HAS NOT YET WON.

SMOKE RISES FROM THE MOUNTAIN AND THE GATHERING'S BEGUN.

THE BLOOD OF THOSE WHO KEPT THE RING SHALL FLOW RED UPON THIS DAY

AND DEATH WILL SOON KNOCK AT YOUR DOOR--THE FELLOWSHIP WILL PAY."

Legolas turned to Gimli. "There is a dread creeping into my heart," he murmured. "I fear something will happen--and nothing good."

"The hobbits--Aragorn--Gandalf! They are in danger!" Gimli exclaimed. He looked warily around. "Come, friend, we must get out of here and send word to our friends, before--"

He was silenced by a wooshing sound, and a thwack like something hitting flesh. Legolas cried out, and Gimli turned, to see his friend's eyes roll back into his head, a black feathered arrow portruding from his side. Legolas began to fall backwards into the creek. Gimli gave a cry and lunged forward to catch him, but too late--the elf was swallowed up by the tumbling black waters.



AN: My first cliffie! I'm so proud :D Thanks for reading, and review please!