This is my first fanfic, so tell me what you think…I don't own lord of the rings though I do own the characters I put in it…
…The grass itched at her face, as she lay on it. The ground surprisingly soft, for when she had hit it, it seemed as hard as rock. Her eyes opened, the light shone directly into them blinding her from the world for a moment. Rolling over one to her back every muscle in her body reeked with a feeling of pain and tenderness, she could feel the soft trickle of blood flowing down her cheek and the dull pain of bruises in various places.
It was strange; the last thing that she remembered was sitting below a Loral tree reading a book, her hounds beside her. And then there was that terrifying scream, and a voice that would freeze fire making her blood run cold…
…You cannot hide for ever…I will find you my precious…and when I do…blood will run…
…Hot tears rolled down the side of her face, she had never let herself come to such an emotion before. Crying was for the weak, and she was to be strong. But the voice played threw out her mind, as if it made blood spill from her ears. Silently she cried her self to sleep…
…Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, stood, his back stiff as a board. He was not happy with the new presented to him. The beauty that stood with her head bowed in front of him did not entrance him, as she should. This woman was to be his betrothed, her name was Fawn Springfrost, and she was a gem among gems. Her hair silver and white, but not with age, her eyes the deep crystal blue and would hound many hearts in dreams to come and dreams still fresh, her form was as wispy as a willow, it easily bended and was thin and graceful, she was what would be the perfect idea of feminine beauty, flawless skin and lush dark lips, and a full figure.
"I must go…I'm sorry I could not stay longer Lady Fawn…but I fear my horse needs tending to…" Legolas strode off before any other suggestions could be made. He walked into the Stables kept at Rivendell, the sweet smell of horseflesh and hay filling his senses. He walked up to one of the stalls, were a big blood bay to up residence. Entering the stall Legolas cooed the sweat-flecked animal down something had made the horse high strung in the last few moments. Legolas started to tack up the animal, taking a considerable amount of time in doing so…
…Her senses were still asleep for the sound of hounds baying at the wind only reached her ears not her mind. In the dream behind the closed eyes, she was home, a home she did not know but never the less it was the place she called home. Walls of fire were built up high, blood-wrenching screams could be heard coming form the innocent mouths of children who only knew this terror in their story books. She could do nothing but watch as they rushed by her running for more then their lives but for their spirits. Bile inched its way up as the smell of burning flesh reached her. Involuntary tears started to flow down her soot stained cheeks, reality had crashed threw her dreams, she was not dreaming of the future, nor was she dreaming of a parallel world. These were her people, and while she slept in a green grass forest, they were being slaughtered in their warm beds of down…Then it was that face, a face that even a mother could not love…cast in shadow, of the black hooded cloak, the armored hand reached out to her…
…Do you see the lengths I go to to find you precious…how many more life's will you ask me to take?…
Before she could answer her hounds came over the hill…charging in from the north. Then they two were gone, the black figure disappeared as her eyes opened and her ears caught the sounds of the hounds. Bringing her self up from her sleeping position, she smiled…her hounds had followed her…Again she heard the sounds, and again fear came up into her belly, they carried the same sound that the hooded figure did as well. His blood ran in the blood of the predator, and she was the pray. Some how her legs managed to pick her up, carrying her as swiftly as a doe threw a Forrest. Her heart pounded in her chest as the heat of the hunt had only just begun, she looked over her shoulder, they're eyes a red that burned into her and they bore down…
…Legolas continued on the ride threw the Forrest. Suddenly he stood up in the leathers of his saddle, the sound of the hounds had caught his ear, but that would catch even a dwarf's ear. What he heard was the faint sound of labored breathing, the pray was not an animal but human like. His eyes searched the landscape around him, looking for the battle. The swift movement in the shadows caught his eye, wheeling around his horse he headed off in a charge…
…She ran, jumping over fallen logs as they lay in her path. She dare not stop for no matter how great the fear for her life was in her, her legs could not with stand getting back up again. She turned her head as she heard the air being split by the sharp tip of an arrow. The hound farthest from her stumbled and fell dead to the ground, the wind already claming it's soul for it's own. Two more went down after the one, but the ground planned a cruel fate for her as the roots from the oak trees caught her feet and she tumbled to the ground, she let out a cry when she felt the ivory teeth of the hound sink in to her. She didn't understand, why could she not fight this, why could she not fight them. It was as if the fear she felt for the hooded figure entrapped her into a weak and helpless form. Again arrows shot out of the sky, she still could not see who or what for that matter shot the arrows, for the light still shone directly into her eyes. On hit the hound in its heart, the teeth clenched once more around her leg before she was released. They were dead, all nine, their bodies already taken into the wind, earth, water, and fire.
"Are you alright Lady?" the female glanced over her shoulder. He stood tall, his hand extended towards her, childhood memories range threw her head…to meet a stranger on the road unknown is to ask for a death that is given un freely…she knew the saying to be true, not from second hand but from experience. Her legs found strength as she moved away from the man. The attacks from the ground made her weary of were she put her feet. Climbing up on one of the stone alters, she watched for signs of what she called a Hunter…
…Legolas was baffled by the woman's retreat, he had to collect her and take her beck to rivendell. He let a small laugh escape from him; a weak woman such as her could probably find company with a lady such as Fawn. He banished the idea, it was I'll to think of his betrothed that was, and ill to think of the stranger as such as well. He set of at a walk, straight down the path the pray had flown. He found her in the shadows of on of the ruins. "Come lady, I will take you home and tend to your wounds, as small as they are they are made by magic and could be deadly…" Again he held out his hand for her to take, to climb up on his horse. She stood; the doeskin she wore wrapped around her just sufficiently enough to keep either her or Legolas from going red.
"A dell amoray, A dell amoray scoventalea, aye Mortia, a gaia aria dema soulaita hi gae aye Mortia…" the language she spook was like no other language he heard, it was not Elvish but still sounded so much like it.
"Lady I'm sorry I don't understand."
"Aye Mortia, a gaia dorian Mortia, a Mortia…" she spat on the ground trying to emphasis her words… "A soruld borial peri oi tormellion peri caira peri hi harinda o bie Mortia, A GAIA ARIA DEMA SOULAITA HI GAR AYE MORTIA!"
Legolas still simply held out his hand getting impatient for her to take it so they could be on their way, he shifted his weight. She caught the movement and acted quickly trying to save herself from a death she knew all to well. She thrashed out, a kick landing on Legolas's head and a punch winding him in the chest. He fell from his saddle unconchess…
Well what do you think? Please r/r