Silver Jaws
By tHe InSaNe OnE
AN- Kinda short first chapter, and I think that it will be two or perhaps three at the most. *shrugs* Please review, it's my first attempt to nail a story in this category. I like reviews! ^_^
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The trees great trunks were looming dangerously overhead; their great grey bulk mixed with green, red, orange and brown. It all swirled together in a strange, unique little dance. The forest was filled with different sounds, some of animals, some of the wind and water. The smell of crisp air was apparent and the brisk weather was only a prelude of the winter to come. But for now, the forest was peaceful enough.
My senses took it all in but my mind didn't really comprehend it. I was drifting through a memory of a lesson my father had once taught me. He had said that when something was amiss in a forest, the trees would whisper of it. He said that the elves could hear the trees whispers, and it helped them fix the problems. He said, that's how they were able to rid the forests of evil easily.
As my mind focused on the treetops, I considered what he had said. Were the trees whispering about me at that moment? Were they speaking about the human lying on the floor, destroying the serene beauty of their home? Or perhaps they were speaking of other evils lurking in their midst. I would never be sure.
My eyes roamed and locked on them. Those silver jaws. They used to be silver but they had long since turn a dark brown color. A brown-red color had turned the brilliant grey dull. In places, a deeper red color still shone on the metal clasp, flashing in the light that was penetrating the giants above me.
The trap was stuck. It would not come undone. I had given up trying a long time ago. A key was needed to loosen the powerful machine, a key that I did not have. So, after much struggle, I had given up, and decided to lie still, and now that I had started lying still, I wasn't sure I could move.
Something was sticking into my side, reminding me why I was in this situation. I had to deliver a message to Thranduil from my father. I was already late as it was, nearly a week late. I wondered if I was gone much longer, Thranduil might get angry. The messages, from what I could perceive, were an attempt to strengthen the weak relationship between my father and him. If the message in my pocket wasn't delivered, hell could rain loose. Great.
I wished suddenly, that I still had my horse. It had become lame when I was riding it, and I had sent it back. Not the most intelligent move on my part. Now, I had no way of getting this message to where I needed it to go. The horse was gone, and there was no way I would be able to walk. So, lying seemed best.
The trees above me were slowly slipping out of focus again, and my vision was going black. I struggled against the unconsciousness that was threatening to claim me, but it was useless. The trees went dark grey, and then solid black.
I awoke with a grunt, as someone (or perhaps something) kicked me in the side. A new pain awoke in my leg, and I couldn't help but groan.
"The idiot," a voice growled, "stepped in our trap." Someone kicked me again, and I attempted to open my eyes. They seemed so heavy.
"What are we supposed to do with him now?" another voice questioned, disgust lining it's every word.
"Leave him," the other voice responded, "I ain't dragging him all the way back to camp and besides, we don't have the key for this trap."
Even in my barely coherent mind, I understood what he had said. There was no way to remove the silver jaws attached to my leg. Panic hit me, giving me new strength, and I attempted to move. It still wasn't enough.
A third voice spoke then, a bit kinder than the first two, "We can't just leave him. He's so young. It was an honest mistake on his part, it was well hidden." A hand touched my face gently. "He's burning."
"Stop being so damn sympathetic," the first voice hissed.
"It's for the best, Hayden," the second voice said, almost comfortingly. "We can't get the trap off, and even if we managed, he'd probably bleed to death. We don't have anyway of caring for him."
Someone was investigating my pockets, and fear gave me renewed strength once more. I tried to move my hand, to stop the person from finding the message. They couldn't take it. Thranduil would be furious and my father would be doubly angry. They couldn't take the......
"Oh dear Elbereth," the third voice gasped. They had found the letter container. "It's elf make." I heard the sound of clinging metal, as the person dropped the container. "He's delivering a message from an elf. Probably to the Elven King!"
There was the sound of scrambling as all three backed away.
"What if-"
"Don't start 'what ifs' with me. He's not even conscious. Let's leave now and pretend that we never found him."
"That sounds good to me."
Footsteps echoed through the mostly silent forest as they departed in haste. Why did men fear the elves so? Was the King really that cruel? I couldn't imagine. Yet, because of the fear, my only chance of being saved was gone.
Leaves crunched slightly, and the third voice I had heard, spoke again, "I'm sorry that I cannot help you. I would like to but, my friends are afraid and I am as well. I hope that your elf friends find you and take care of you."
He may have said more, I am not sure. My mind wandered off again, and blissful darkness claimed me.
TBC
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So, what do you think? Worth continuing? Review please ^_^
By tHe InSaNe OnE
AN- Kinda short first chapter, and I think that it will be two or perhaps three at the most. *shrugs* Please review, it's my first attempt to nail a story in this category. I like reviews! ^_^
~*~
The trees great trunks were looming dangerously overhead; their great grey bulk mixed with green, red, orange and brown. It all swirled together in a strange, unique little dance. The forest was filled with different sounds, some of animals, some of the wind and water. The smell of crisp air was apparent and the brisk weather was only a prelude of the winter to come. But for now, the forest was peaceful enough.
My senses took it all in but my mind didn't really comprehend it. I was drifting through a memory of a lesson my father had once taught me. He had said that when something was amiss in a forest, the trees would whisper of it. He said that the elves could hear the trees whispers, and it helped them fix the problems. He said, that's how they were able to rid the forests of evil easily.
As my mind focused on the treetops, I considered what he had said. Were the trees whispering about me at that moment? Were they speaking about the human lying on the floor, destroying the serene beauty of their home? Or perhaps they were speaking of other evils lurking in their midst. I would never be sure.
My eyes roamed and locked on them. Those silver jaws. They used to be silver but they had long since turn a dark brown color. A brown-red color had turned the brilliant grey dull. In places, a deeper red color still shone on the metal clasp, flashing in the light that was penetrating the giants above me.
The trap was stuck. It would not come undone. I had given up trying a long time ago. A key was needed to loosen the powerful machine, a key that I did not have. So, after much struggle, I had given up, and decided to lie still, and now that I had started lying still, I wasn't sure I could move.
Something was sticking into my side, reminding me why I was in this situation. I had to deliver a message to Thranduil from my father. I was already late as it was, nearly a week late. I wondered if I was gone much longer, Thranduil might get angry. The messages, from what I could perceive, were an attempt to strengthen the weak relationship between my father and him. If the message in my pocket wasn't delivered, hell could rain loose. Great.
I wished suddenly, that I still had my horse. It had become lame when I was riding it, and I had sent it back. Not the most intelligent move on my part. Now, I had no way of getting this message to where I needed it to go. The horse was gone, and there was no way I would be able to walk. So, lying seemed best.
The trees above me were slowly slipping out of focus again, and my vision was going black. I struggled against the unconsciousness that was threatening to claim me, but it was useless. The trees went dark grey, and then solid black.
I awoke with a grunt, as someone (or perhaps something) kicked me in the side. A new pain awoke in my leg, and I couldn't help but groan.
"The idiot," a voice growled, "stepped in our trap." Someone kicked me again, and I attempted to open my eyes. They seemed so heavy.
"What are we supposed to do with him now?" another voice questioned, disgust lining it's every word.
"Leave him," the other voice responded, "I ain't dragging him all the way back to camp and besides, we don't have the key for this trap."
Even in my barely coherent mind, I understood what he had said. There was no way to remove the silver jaws attached to my leg. Panic hit me, giving me new strength, and I attempted to move. It still wasn't enough.
A third voice spoke then, a bit kinder than the first two, "We can't just leave him. He's so young. It was an honest mistake on his part, it was well hidden." A hand touched my face gently. "He's burning."
"Stop being so damn sympathetic," the first voice hissed.
"It's for the best, Hayden," the second voice said, almost comfortingly. "We can't get the trap off, and even if we managed, he'd probably bleed to death. We don't have anyway of caring for him."
Someone was investigating my pockets, and fear gave me renewed strength once more. I tried to move my hand, to stop the person from finding the message. They couldn't take it. Thranduil would be furious and my father would be doubly angry. They couldn't take the......
"Oh dear Elbereth," the third voice gasped. They had found the letter container. "It's elf make." I heard the sound of clinging metal, as the person dropped the container. "He's delivering a message from an elf. Probably to the Elven King!"
There was the sound of scrambling as all three backed away.
"What if-"
"Don't start 'what ifs' with me. He's not even conscious. Let's leave now and pretend that we never found him."
"That sounds good to me."
Footsteps echoed through the mostly silent forest as they departed in haste. Why did men fear the elves so? Was the King really that cruel? I couldn't imagine. Yet, because of the fear, my only chance of being saved was gone.
Leaves crunched slightly, and the third voice I had heard, spoke again, "I'm sorry that I cannot help you. I would like to but, my friends are afraid and I am as well. I hope that your elf friends find you and take care of you."
He may have said more, I am not sure. My mind wandered off again, and blissful darkness claimed me.
TBC
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So, what do you think? Worth continuing? Review please ^_^