Chapter One: The Hunt
Deep in the forest of Greenwood, a figure clad in hunters garb crouched low among the green foliage. Inexperienced arms pulled back the bow string.
'Just a bit closer' thought Nikita to her self, pulling the bow string further. Adrenaline coursed through her body, her heart pounded furiously in her ribcage. Her first hunt alone, free from her body guards and palace confinements she had set out on a mission; bring down all Sauron's spies ..a few of Sauron's spies.
The small band consistent of about four goblins she was tracking down, drew nearer. There fowl stench affected Nikita far more than she would have expected. She wrinkled her oversensitive nose at the combined odor of garbage and rotting fish and tried to focus on her attack.
Closing an eye for aim she homed in on her first victim. Her arrow flew fast but not at all accurately. It grazed the goblins arm as it flew past, embedding its point in a nearby tree. Black speech curses erupted from the small group. They looked around wildly at the source of attack, cross bows at the ready.
Cursing her pathetic shooting skills Nitika swiftly reached back to her quiver and took out an arrow. With her skill she would need a whole cartload to bring these four goblins down and a cartload she did not have. She let that arrow fly which surprisingly felled one of the disgusting creatures.
Not intimidated by her moves the wargs located her position and released their arrows. There aim was true and if not for her reflexive 'duck' she wouldn't be standing at all. She stood there gaping at her near encounter with the Halls of Mondos and tried to steady her breathing. Another whistling sound of an arrow and nearby 'stab' told her that she yet again escaped the cruel encounter of a sharp point. She sped off for the cover of trees and stood still readying another arrow.
Due to either slow brain process or poor observation skills the goblins lost her location as she swiftly made her way through the thick undergrowth. They crouched lower behind ferns and bushes waiting for their mysterious attacker to stick once again. They grunted to each other in low tones and debated whether they should strike first. Guessing they chose to wait for her move by the way their voices slowly reduced and silence afterwards, Nikita peered from behind her tree.
She had them in plain view. She was close to them, too close for her liking, the fowl smell started to make her gag. She tried to load two arrows and fire but after all the fumbling and dropping she decided she should stick to just one. And so she did. Elbereth, lady of the stars must have been looking upon middle earth and taken pity on Nikita as she miraculously felled yet another beast. The two remaining goblins looked at her with the malice and blood lust all creatures of the dark were so famously known for before they loosed their arrows. She shuddered as their deformed lips tipped upwards to form a so called smile and she gasped as their arrows whistled by her pinning her cloak to the tree.
The two arrows by her shoulders that held her fast would not give away even as she mercilessly tugged at them. Her attempts grew frantic as the goblins grinned at their capture and moved sluggishly towards her, back hunched and gnarled fingers dangling the cross bow in hand.
Nikita neutralized her expression and breathed in deeply in a sad attempt to slow her heart as it brutally thrashed in her rib cage sending torrents of adrenaline to her head. She tried not to close her eyes in fear, but the fear that came through inexperience was eating at her. She had never been in such a dangerous situation before. Sure she had done some training within the palace, but nothing like this. This was beginning to be too much for her to handle.
"Hmmm .what do have here?" asked the goblin stupidly.
"It seems we caughts our selves an elf boy" hissed the other in reply, eyeing the slender hands and flawless completion that was slightly visible from under the hood.
"Aah! .the general will be pleased" the goblin's words slurred together and an expression of pride fell upon its mutilated face.
"Do we take them back? One grunted in a low voice, shrugging its shoulders towards its dead companions. Nikita suspected him to be inferior to the other, bigger fouler one.
"No. This one is more than a handful" the goblin reached forward to take out the impaled arrows. Nikita flinched sending her hood down. The goblins where dumbfounded by what stood in front of them.
They gasped and looked surprised if that was possible for a face that was nearly always plastered with malice and hatred. Hair that was surely spun from gold fell across her shoulders reaching her elbows. High cheekbones slightly dusted with pink rested under long eyelashes with ended with clenched eyes. Knowing that she will sooner or later have to face them, she opened her eyes and looked at them fearfully. They had their mouths slightly opened, still struck dumb by her beauty and their cross bows lay forgotten on the forest floor.
One of the goblins cautiously reached up, unnaturally afraid that she might shatter under their touch and stretched to touch a tiny braid that had stayed from the others. As the warg reach out towards the braid she flinched back in fear and pressed the side of her cheek against the rough bark.
"Please don't" was all she could say. Seeing their reaction to her words sent a flood of guilt through her. She couldn't help reacting to them. The tales told about goblins and dangerous creatures had embedded its self in her mind making her forget who they once were. Elves tortured and hurt to a resulting creation like this. But as it ruthlessly grabbed her hands and began to spin rope around them all those thoughts vanished and she remembered that some things just can't change back.
At that opportune moment the rustling of leaves distracted the two. Without a word she ferociously twisted her hands apart sending the weakly tied rope flying. Though the arrows held her in one place she could still have some movement in her hands. She reached behind and pulled out two white knives and with a blind of an eye the two tips where held against the wargs vulnerable throats. She had no intention of disposing of them and wished to send them with a massage to their masters but someone else had other plans.
Two arrows flew out of nowhere towards them, felling both the creatures that were at her mercy. Fearing the worst she tucked her blades at her side and tugged hard at the offending confinements. Not bothering to speculate any further she tried twisting her arms around hoping to yank them out with her hands but no avail.
"Can I help you with that princess?" a mused voice interrupted her pathetic attempts. She cast her eyes down, knowing who it was and asked anger surfacing from her words.
"Why are you here?" she tilted her magnificent head up staring at him squarely in the eye. He did not waver and answered back.
"You needed help and I am here ..helping you" he said maintaining a mused voice that sent Nikita to the end of her tolerance.
"I need not you're help" she bit back, ignoring the little taunting voice at the back of her head reminding her she did need help.
"From where I am standing I think you do" a smirk marring his handsome face.
"Then move down" she said thickly bending down slightly so her hands could undo the clasp. She removed the clasp with the grace of princess and walked away her cloak still attacked to the tree.
"Wouldn't you be needing-?
"Oh get to the point ..what are you doing here?!?" she curled her hand into a fist, her nails digging into her soft palms.
"As I was say I was just helping-
"Do not lie to me. My father sent you didn't he? I knew he wouldn't let me go on my own. I knew it" she paced back and forth across the soft earth.
"He is just looking out for his own daughter" he sighed reaching out the cloak towards her.
"Yes well he should learn to trust me. I'll do this! Away from this realm! Away from all this!" she shouted grabbing her cloak and turned to go. Her hand held her fast.
"What are you doing to stop me Davies?" she asked anger coloring her words. Before he could answer a tip of a blade was held against his throat. He released her arm and with sweep of her cloak she was gone.
AN: wow my first chapter! Phew! I hope that's nuff!! It like 2 am here so I need to get to bed. Night yall!! Plz plz review (note: all flames will be allowed to smother in ash! So don't bother sending em' ^-^) cheers ;)
Deep in the forest of Greenwood, a figure clad in hunters garb crouched low among the green foliage. Inexperienced arms pulled back the bow string.
'Just a bit closer' thought Nikita to her self, pulling the bow string further. Adrenaline coursed through her body, her heart pounded furiously in her ribcage. Her first hunt alone, free from her body guards and palace confinements she had set out on a mission; bring down all Sauron's spies ..a few of Sauron's spies.
The small band consistent of about four goblins she was tracking down, drew nearer. There fowl stench affected Nikita far more than she would have expected. She wrinkled her oversensitive nose at the combined odor of garbage and rotting fish and tried to focus on her attack.
Closing an eye for aim she homed in on her first victim. Her arrow flew fast but not at all accurately. It grazed the goblins arm as it flew past, embedding its point in a nearby tree. Black speech curses erupted from the small group. They looked around wildly at the source of attack, cross bows at the ready.
Cursing her pathetic shooting skills Nitika swiftly reached back to her quiver and took out an arrow. With her skill she would need a whole cartload to bring these four goblins down and a cartload she did not have. She let that arrow fly which surprisingly felled one of the disgusting creatures.
Not intimidated by her moves the wargs located her position and released their arrows. There aim was true and if not for her reflexive 'duck' she wouldn't be standing at all. She stood there gaping at her near encounter with the Halls of Mondos and tried to steady her breathing. Another whistling sound of an arrow and nearby 'stab' told her that she yet again escaped the cruel encounter of a sharp point. She sped off for the cover of trees and stood still readying another arrow.
Due to either slow brain process or poor observation skills the goblins lost her location as she swiftly made her way through the thick undergrowth. They crouched lower behind ferns and bushes waiting for their mysterious attacker to stick once again. They grunted to each other in low tones and debated whether they should strike first. Guessing they chose to wait for her move by the way their voices slowly reduced and silence afterwards, Nikita peered from behind her tree.
She had them in plain view. She was close to them, too close for her liking, the fowl smell started to make her gag. She tried to load two arrows and fire but after all the fumbling and dropping she decided she should stick to just one. And so she did. Elbereth, lady of the stars must have been looking upon middle earth and taken pity on Nikita as she miraculously felled yet another beast. The two remaining goblins looked at her with the malice and blood lust all creatures of the dark were so famously known for before they loosed their arrows. She shuddered as their deformed lips tipped upwards to form a so called smile and she gasped as their arrows whistled by her pinning her cloak to the tree.
The two arrows by her shoulders that held her fast would not give away even as she mercilessly tugged at them. Her attempts grew frantic as the goblins grinned at their capture and moved sluggishly towards her, back hunched and gnarled fingers dangling the cross bow in hand.
Nikita neutralized her expression and breathed in deeply in a sad attempt to slow her heart as it brutally thrashed in her rib cage sending torrents of adrenaline to her head. She tried not to close her eyes in fear, but the fear that came through inexperience was eating at her. She had never been in such a dangerous situation before. Sure she had done some training within the palace, but nothing like this. This was beginning to be too much for her to handle.
"Hmmm .what do have here?" asked the goblin stupidly.
"It seems we caughts our selves an elf boy" hissed the other in reply, eyeing the slender hands and flawless completion that was slightly visible from under the hood.
"Aah! .the general will be pleased" the goblin's words slurred together and an expression of pride fell upon its mutilated face.
"Do we take them back? One grunted in a low voice, shrugging its shoulders towards its dead companions. Nikita suspected him to be inferior to the other, bigger fouler one.
"No. This one is more than a handful" the goblin reached forward to take out the impaled arrows. Nikita flinched sending her hood down. The goblins where dumbfounded by what stood in front of them.
They gasped and looked surprised if that was possible for a face that was nearly always plastered with malice and hatred. Hair that was surely spun from gold fell across her shoulders reaching her elbows. High cheekbones slightly dusted with pink rested under long eyelashes with ended with clenched eyes. Knowing that she will sooner or later have to face them, she opened her eyes and looked at them fearfully. They had their mouths slightly opened, still struck dumb by her beauty and their cross bows lay forgotten on the forest floor.
One of the goblins cautiously reached up, unnaturally afraid that she might shatter under their touch and stretched to touch a tiny braid that had stayed from the others. As the warg reach out towards the braid she flinched back in fear and pressed the side of her cheek against the rough bark.
"Please don't" was all she could say. Seeing their reaction to her words sent a flood of guilt through her. She couldn't help reacting to them. The tales told about goblins and dangerous creatures had embedded its self in her mind making her forget who they once were. Elves tortured and hurt to a resulting creation like this. But as it ruthlessly grabbed her hands and began to spin rope around them all those thoughts vanished and she remembered that some things just can't change back.
At that opportune moment the rustling of leaves distracted the two. Without a word she ferociously twisted her hands apart sending the weakly tied rope flying. Though the arrows held her in one place she could still have some movement in her hands. She reached behind and pulled out two white knives and with a blind of an eye the two tips where held against the wargs vulnerable throats. She had no intention of disposing of them and wished to send them with a massage to their masters but someone else had other plans.
Two arrows flew out of nowhere towards them, felling both the creatures that were at her mercy. Fearing the worst she tucked her blades at her side and tugged hard at the offending confinements. Not bothering to speculate any further she tried twisting her arms around hoping to yank them out with her hands but no avail.
"Can I help you with that princess?" a mused voice interrupted her pathetic attempts. She cast her eyes down, knowing who it was and asked anger surfacing from her words.
"Why are you here?" she tilted her magnificent head up staring at him squarely in the eye. He did not waver and answered back.
"You needed help and I am here ..helping you" he said maintaining a mused voice that sent Nikita to the end of her tolerance.
"I need not you're help" she bit back, ignoring the little taunting voice at the back of her head reminding her she did need help.
"From where I am standing I think you do" a smirk marring his handsome face.
"Then move down" she said thickly bending down slightly so her hands could undo the clasp. She removed the clasp with the grace of princess and walked away her cloak still attacked to the tree.
"Wouldn't you be needing-?
"Oh get to the point ..what are you doing here?!?" she curled her hand into a fist, her nails digging into her soft palms.
"As I was say I was just helping-
"Do not lie to me. My father sent you didn't he? I knew he wouldn't let me go on my own. I knew it" she paced back and forth across the soft earth.
"He is just looking out for his own daughter" he sighed reaching out the cloak towards her.
"Yes well he should learn to trust me. I'll do this! Away from this realm! Away from all this!" she shouted grabbing her cloak and turned to go. Her hand held her fast.
"What are you doing to stop me Davies?" she asked anger coloring her words. Before he could answer a tip of a blade was held against his throat. He released her arm and with sweep of her cloak she was gone.
AN: wow my first chapter! Phew! I hope that's nuff!! It like 2 am here so I need to get to bed. Night yall!! Plz plz review (note: all flames will be allowed to smother in ash! So don't bother sending em' ^-^) cheers ;)