A/N I am very sorry to those of you who were fans of my previous fic, "The
Sun That Always Rises", but I had difficulty with my account and the story
wasn't quite turning out well. I also apologize that my stories move to
fast and seemed rushed. I hope I can make up for almost everything with my
new fic. I truly hope you will enjoy it and please tell me your opinions,
they help me develop more as a writer and I read through them all
personally and hold them dear (even flames, as odd as it may sound.) So
once again, enjoy!
Legolas fought the raging gray and foaming sea with his few companions. A storm had picked up, and the ship was about to capsize. The sound of the waves crashed violently and smashed against the craft. He looked frantically around, trying to seek comfort from the situation. He found none. Two shipmates had fallen over board into the depth bellow. Everyone aboard was soaked and spirits were at a low, as no one could stand for long without slipping. He turned trying to see any sign of land that he could swim to, but the heavy fog and waves from the storm limited, even for an elf, any vision.
Legolas, along with everyone else aboard grew tired. Many more fell over board. At last when he could no longer hold on, he let go and fell off the ship. The water filled his lungs as he tried desperately to keep afloat. He some how managed to reach the surface, but was pushed down by the waves. He was very tired, and finally, stopped the struggle with the terrible sea. All thought passed, and he slipped into a dream-like trance. He was positive that he was drowning, and would soon be dead.
.........................How wrong he was
Legolas fought the raging gray and foaming sea with his few companions. A storm had picked up, and the ship was about to capsize. The sound of the waves crashed violently and smashed against the craft. He looked frantically around, trying to seek comfort from the situation. He found none. Two shipmates had fallen over board into the depth bellow. Everyone aboard was soaked and spirits were at a low, as no one could stand for long without slipping. He turned trying to see any sign of land that he could swim to, but the heavy fog and waves from the storm limited, even for an elf, any vision.
Legolas, along with everyone else aboard grew tired. Many more fell over board. At last when he could no longer hold on, he let go and fell off the ship. The water filled his lungs as he tried desperately to keep afloat. He some how managed to reach the surface, but was pushed down by the waves. He was very tired, and finally, stopped the struggle with the terrible sea. All thought passed, and he slipped into a dream-like trance. He was positive that he was drowning, and would soon be dead.
.........................How wrong he was
