YAY! I got a grand total of 10 reviews for the last book! I'm glad you guys
all liked it!
@ Deana - Thank you:) I always have three chapters per book, so look out for another one after every three chapters.
@ Estelisminegoaway - Thanks, I hope I didn't make it too angsty though! I rushed to get this book done so I hope it's somewhat good!
@ FencingBabe7 - Legolas Torture fic? well, maybe a little! My fics always seem to have some kind of pain. I tried to write a happy one, but it didn't work out so well ('Dreams Come True') Anyway, Legolas needs as much reason to hate the gangs because he's... well, can't tell you yet! You'll find out EVERYTHING in the next chapter though! Except the whole framed murder thing, that comes MUCH later! And don't worry, there will be some happiness for Legolas at some points!
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Chapter 19
When Legolas woke up he felt like he wasn't all there, save for a burning right shoulder and a throbbing head pain. He was lying down for a long while, unable to move and only able to concentrate on breathing.
Soon, his whole body began to hurt. At first it was a dull numbness then it turned into a hot burning. Legolas groaned and rolled onto his left side. He realized he was lying on a bank of sand that clung to his skin. He felt cold and exhausted. Scattered around him were some of his things. A package of bread that would have been spoiled, another of meat, his pots and pans were gone along with the arrows from his quiver save for two. His bow was still there, but the string was broken and tangled around his foot. Everything seemed blurred together around him. He couldn't make out what was across the back or turn to see what was behind him.
He needed warmth, somehow obtaining a fire without moving far. How he did not know. His body was so numb that he could barely move his fingers or toes. He tried constant movement until the numbing was replaced only be burning. He'd be able to walk, but not too far. He could only pray that there was a village nearby.
Hugging himself as he crawled around and gathered what was left of his things and untying the bowstring from his boot. Soon he was ready to travel some more. He would have to find an inn. He didn't have any money, so he would have to sneak away sometime in the morning when he was feeling well again.
He stood up, but fell to his knees. His legs wouldn't support him. He sat on them until they began to recognize warmth again and set off into the fog.
It was daylight, but dark and dank. Legolas could smell something strange on the air that made him wrinkle his nose. He sniffed and continued on, knowing what awaited him ahead.
Almost in no time, he stepped on a frozen ground that cracked and split underneath his feet. His foot sank ankle-deep into more freezing water that smelled of reeds and waste. Legolas uttered a moan of pain and disgust as he pulled his foot out.
He was in a marsh. Judging from the thick fog that surrounded him from all sides there was only one way out.
He continued on with his eyes shut, trusting his elven sense to set him down on solid ground. He couldn't see the eyes that were watching from every bit of fog. Legolas could very well hear the scuffling of feet and snarl from the beasts out there, but paid no heed. If they were some demon creature that could kill on sight of the eyes, then it was definitely best for him to be walking with his eyes tightly shut. If the predators decided to choose him as prey, he had only his blowgun, blade and his elven sensory to protect him.
Hopefully it will be enough.
Legolas soon began to stumble and grabbed his cut shoulder that had begun to bleed again. He had only his tunic and leggings on still since his cloak and other clothing were still soaked. He hoped that the blowgun hadn't clogged, but he wasn't willing to test it since his dart would be lost forever, leaving only four left.
Suddenly, a great crack sounded out in the air. Legolas's eyes snapped open and glanced all around him. The sound ricocheted off something behind him and was followed by a series of snaps and pops from just ahead. Legolas watched the fog carefully as a looming shape began to appear out of it.
Legolas dove out of the way as a great evergreen at least twenty feet in height toppled towards him. The branches were sparse and lessened of needles. One fell straight towards him with a stubbed branch aimed right at his stomach.
Legolas cried out when the tree fell. The branch had struck him and sent a searing pain in his stomach. He wasn't pinned down at all but his breath was gone from him and he coughed loudly. A howl sounded out around him and he quickly drew his blade. He scuttled out from underneath the tree and stood, clutching his stomach. He gasped from the pain and sank down to one knee. His blade slowly began to glow brightly. More howls echoed around him. Legolas was breathing hard. He wasn't bleeding, but there must have been some severe bruising and maybe a broken rib.
The noises of the animals became closer and closer. Legolas stabbed his blade to the ground and rested there for a moment. The light suddenly got so bright that it pierced through the fog. Legolas could see the clouds abruptly recede into a thick forest that faced him. A yip of pain came from there, followed by others behind him.
Legolas took his chance, standing quickly, and attacked the wolves that had surrounded him. They were thin but violent creatures that shrank away at the light of his blade.
It wasn't long before they ran off into the woods, barking and whimpering with their tails between their legs. Legolas sighed and fell to his knees. He was far weaker then he thought himself to actually be. The blade slipped from his hand onto the ground. The light suddenly faded and he was once more surrounded by fog.
Legolas hear a harsh growl coming from the tree. He slowly turned its head towards it. A great furry shape slowly emerged from the brambles. Its teeth shone maliciously and it licked its chops. Legolas leaned away from it, falling onto thin ice that broke and let him through to the cold water that numbed his back. It felt almost a relief to the pain in his side.
Before him, a weaponless elf weakened by forces of nature and flight, stood a Warg. Strong and powerful... and hungry.
@ Deana - Thank you:) I always have three chapters per book, so look out for another one after every three chapters.
@ Estelisminegoaway - Thanks, I hope I didn't make it too angsty though! I rushed to get this book done so I hope it's somewhat good!
@ FencingBabe7 - Legolas Torture fic? well, maybe a little! My fics always seem to have some kind of pain. I tried to write a happy one, but it didn't work out so well ('Dreams Come True') Anyway, Legolas needs as much reason to hate the gangs because he's... well, can't tell you yet! You'll find out EVERYTHING in the next chapter though! Except the whole framed murder thing, that comes MUCH later! And don't worry, there will be some happiness for Legolas at some points!
.
Chapter 19
When Legolas woke up he felt like he wasn't all there, save for a burning right shoulder and a throbbing head pain. He was lying down for a long while, unable to move and only able to concentrate on breathing.
Soon, his whole body began to hurt. At first it was a dull numbness then it turned into a hot burning. Legolas groaned and rolled onto his left side. He realized he was lying on a bank of sand that clung to his skin. He felt cold and exhausted. Scattered around him were some of his things. A package of bread that would have been spoiled, another of meat, his pots and pans were gone along with the arrows from his quiver save for two. His bow was still there, but the string was broken and tangled around his foot. Everything seemed blurred together around him. He couldn't make out what was across the back or turn to see what was behind him.
He needed warmth, somehow obtaining a fire without moving far. How he did not know. His body was so numb that he could barely move his fingers or toes. He tried constant movement until the numbing was replaced only be burning. He'd be able to walk, but not too far. He could only pray that there was a village nearby.
Hugging himself as he crawled around and gathered what was left of his things and untying the bowstring from his boot. Soon he was ready to travel some more. He would have to find an inn. He didn't have any money, so he would have to sneak away sometime in the morning when he was feeling well again.
He stood up, but fell to his knees. His legs wouldn't support him. He sat on them until they began to recognize warmth again and set off into the fog.
It was daylight, but dark and dank. Legolas could smell something strange on the air that made him wrinkle his nose. He sniffed and continued on, knowing what awaited him ahead.
Almost in no time, he stepped on a frozen ground that cracked and split underneath his feet. His foot sank ankle-deep into more freezing water that smelled of reeds and waste. Legolas uttered a moan of pain and disgust as he pulled his foot out.
He was in a marsh. Judging from the thick fog that surrounded him from all sides there was only one way out.
He continued on with his eyes shut, trusting his elven sense to set him down on solid ground. He couldn't see the eyes that were watching from every bit of fog. Legolas could very well hear the scuffling of feet and snarl from the beasts out there, but paid no heed. If they were some demon creature that could kill on sight of the eyes, then it was definitely best for him to be walking with his eyes tightly shut. If the predators decided to choose him as prey, he had only his blowgun, blade and his elven sensory to protect him.
Hopefully it will be enough.
Legolas soon began to stumble and grabbed his cut shoulder that had begun to bleed again. He had only his tunic and leggings on still since his cloak and other clothing were still soaked. He hoped that the blowgun hadn't clogged, but he wasn't willing to test it since his dart would be lost forever, leaving only four left.
Suddenly, a great crack sounded out in the air. Legolas's eyes snapped open and glanced all around him. The sound ricocheted off something behind him and was followed by a series of snaps and pops from just ahead. Legolas watched the fog carefully as a looming shape began to appear out of it.
Legolas dove out of the way as a great evergreen at least twenty feet in height toppled towards him. The branches were sparse and lessened of needles. One fell straight towards him with a stubbed branch aimed right at his stomach.
Legolas cried out when the tree fell. The branch had struck him and sent a searing pain in his stomach. He wasn't pinned down at all but his breath was gone from him and he coughed loudly. A howl sounded out around him and he quickly drew his blade. He scuttled out from underneath the tree and stood, clutching his stomach. He gasped from the pain and sank down to one knee. His blade slowly began to glow brightly. More howls echoed around him. Legolas was breathing hard. He wasn't bleeding, but there must have been some severe bruising and maybe a broken rib.
The noises of the animals became closer and closer. Legolas stabbed his blade to the ground and rested there for a moment. The light suddenly got so bright that it pierced through the fog. Legolas could see the clouds abruptly recede into a thick forest that faced him. A yip of pain came from there, followed by others behind him.
Legolas took his chance, standing quickly, and attacked the wolves that had surrounded him. They were thin but violent creatures that shrank away at the light of his blade.
It wasn't long before they ran off into the woods, barking and whimpering with their tails between their legs. Legolas sighed and fell to his knees. He was far weaker then he thought himself to actually be. The blade slipped from his hand onto the ground. The light suddenly faded and he was once more surrounded by fog.
Legolas hear a harsh growl coming from the tree. He slowly turned its head towards it. A great furry shape slowly emerged from the brambles. Its teeth shone maliciously and it licked its chops. Legolas leaned away from it, falling onto thin ice that broke and let him through to the cold water that numbed his back. It felt almost a relief to the pain in his side.
Before him, a weaponless elf weakened by forces of nature and flight, stood a Warg. Strong and powerful... and hungry.