Finally… You like blood? Well, I do too. First of all… I just wanna thank
the clowns under my mattress for givin' me such good ideas… can they haunt
a girl so so much?? Well, thank ye, Clowns!! My invisible friend George
died in algebra today so… I just feel kinda glum. We haven't removed his
poor rotting corpse from the desk in the back… They keep sitting on him for
some reason! Meh…
Erm… Be prepared for Queen Nyphestas the great!!! Hoom, hum, hoom, hum! Hehehe… 3 cups of coffee ain't gonna do you good! Ahem… The fic continues…
When Legolas saw Cairnoe again, she was upon a great black steed, its size and look reminding him of the steeds of Mordor. Frightful memories rang through his head and passed through his body as a shiver.
She looked down upon him in her shining mail, a menacing double-edged blade by her side and several smaller knives strapped to her form. When she spoke, her voice was no longer bland and sad, but excited, a bubbling joy half-contained. "Lle naa curucuar, Legolas. Use your skills well. I hope to see you alive again when we are rid of Nyphestas. Tenna' san'," she said, bowing her head and turning her steed.
Legolas ran up and took the reins of her steed as she turned. Surprised, Cairnoe's hand strayed to the hilt of her sword. Legolas looked up into her eyes. "Your compliment is hollow. But I thank you, mellonamin. There was a golden bell in the gardens. I found it and wish you to have it. The Alfirin is a beautiful flower that reminded me of the sea. Perhaps it would calm your spirits," he said, pressing a flower into her hand before running off to join his father.
Cairnoe stared at the yellow flower in her palm. Amongst the pale green leaves was a silver gleam. She picked it up and stared at it. "My gift… He remembers then. Good… it is good…" she murmured, tucking it into her mail and smelling the yellow flower. Color seemed to return to her face as she caressed the smooth golden petals, bell-shaped and perked. They reminded her of the bell that rung in the Undying Lands. Legolas might have gone through much turmoil to pick such a thing for her, to feel the temptation all over again. Silly boy, she thought, digging her heels into her steed gently. The Mordor beast galloped forth into the waning night with the Silver Winter on its hide.
Thranduil had sent his most keen-eyed of scouts to seek out Nyphestas. During that time, Legolas and Gimli stood idle, tense and alert, but idle.
"Lord Thranduil, these renegades, of what race be they?" asked Gimli, finally sitting down without anything to do.
Thranduil looked down at the dwarf. "They are of the race of Men and of the race of Elves, like and unlike the Drow. They can be slain with bow and blade and fade with age. They call themselves the Rik'Thaan; we call them Feuyarea," he said bitterly, the names seemed to taste foul on his tongue. "Though Nyphestas is of the line of Kings, and cannot be slain. She is like a wolfhound, never resting, never halting. Beauty she may have, but it is something she cares not for, much like your Cairnoe, my son."
Legolas turned to look his father in the eye. A furious blush rose in his cheek. "Lady Cairnoe is her own, she is not mine, Father," he muttered simply. An awkward silence ensued as Thranduil quietly returned his son's gaze.
Gimli cleared his throat and thanked the Lord for his answer.
It was then that Mesophas rode back, leading the reins of another steed with a rider upon it. "My Lord! A storm of spears and arrows torment the Eastern Walls! Lo! Behold the pain they cause!" he cried, tears in the hard elf's eyes. He thrust forth the reins of the steed.
The Lord of Greenwood stepped closer. With a gasp he backed off. In the dim light they saw that the rider upon it was of stone, glittering and black. A spear head was embedded into the elf's head, trickles of stony blood paused in time. Legolas' face hardened at the sight, while Gimli started a roar of anger.
"Curse them! I will make such demons into slivers of Men! Cast them into Mordor and burn their flesh! I will—"
His hopeless rants were cut short as the whooping of battle cries were heard from afar. Thranduil, as stately as he appeared, pulled out a shining blade that burned in the waning sun. He swung it forth and cried out: "Gurth gothrim lye!*" The warriors nearby became as biting wind and charged forth into the sound of their foes. Legolas and Gimli were carried away swiftly into battle.
………….
Blood was everywhere. The blood of men, the blood of elves, the blood of animals, the blood. Blood was what they came from. Blood was how they ended, thought Cairnoe as she struck down another man. She was tired of stabbing and of cutting. She wanted to sleep. But not while they tried to kill her, so she stayed awake to kill them. So she could go to sleep.
The black beast had panicked and tossed off Cairnoe onto the hard ground. A stray arrow caught it in its neck. She had no time to mourn her companion's death. Hundreds of Rik'Thaan flooded down into the outskirts outside the wood, all clad in black and scarlet mail. It became a whir of movement in the blink of an eye.
Cairnoe plunged her blade down into a warrior and left it there, hearing two others charging for her from both sides. Pulling forth two of the many knives she kept with her, she struck them as they met her, digging into the flesh up and around, making sure they suffered. She left them for dead and pulled up her blade, swinging it into the face of a warrior from behind. An arrow, flashing gold, whistled past her ear. Turning, she spotted Legolas. She smiled as he dashed back into the fray. She smiled before the club smashed into her head. She smiled as the blackness enveloped her.
Aah…. Nyphestas didn't come yet. I suck at action scenes!!! If you didn't notice in the first place… I just had some Mountain Dew, so the next chapter might be better!!
Erm… Be prepared for Queen Nyphestas the great!!! Hoom, hum, hoom, hum! Hehehe… 3 cups of coffee ain't gonna do you good! Ahem… The fic continues…
When Legolas saw Cairnoe again, she was upon a great black steed, its size and look reminding him of the steeds of Mordor. Frightful memories rang through his head and passed through his body as a shiver.
She looked down upon him in her shining mail, a menacing double-edged blade by her side and several smaller knives strapped to her form. When she spoke, her voice was no longer bland and sad, but excited, a bubbling joy half-contained. "Lle naa curucuar, Legolas. Use your skills well. I hope to see you alive again when we are rid of Nyphestas. Tenna' san'," she said, bowing her head and turning her steed.
Legolas ran up and took the reins of her steed as she turned. Surprised, Cairnoe's hand strayed to the hilt of her sword. Legolas looked up into her eyes. "Your compliment is hollow. But I thank you, mellonamin. There was a golden bell in the gardens. I found it and wish you to have it. The Alfirin is a beautiful flower that reminded me of the sea. Perhaps it would calm your spirits," he said, pressing a flower into her hand before running off to join his father.
Cairnoe stared at the yellow flower in her palm. Amongst the pale green leaves was a silver gleam. She picked it up and stared at it. "My gift… He remembers then. Good… it is good…" she murmured, tucking it into her mail and smelling the yellow flower. Color seemed to return to her face as she caressed the smooth golden petals, bell-shaped and perked. They reminded her of the bell that rung in the Undying Lands. Legolas might have gone through much turmoil to pick such a thing for her, to feel the temptation all over again. Silly boy, she thought, digging her heels into her steed gently. The Mordor beast galloped forth into the waning night with the Silver Winter on its hide.
Thranduil had sent his most keen-eyed of scouts to seek out Nyphestas. During that time, Legolas and Gimli stood idle, tense and alert, but idle.
"Lord Thranduil, these renegades, of what race be they?" asked Gimli, finally sitting down without anything to do.
Thranduil looked down at the dwarf. "They are of the race of Men and of the race of Elves, like and unlike the Drow. They can be slain with bow and blade and fade with age. They call themselves the Rik'Thaan; we call them Feuyarea," he said bitterly, the names seemed to taste foul on his tongue. "Though Nyphestas is of the line of Kings, and cannot be slain. She is like a wolfhound, never resting, never halting. Beauty she may have, but it is something she cares not for, much like your Cairnoe, my son."
Legolas turned to look his father in the eye. A furious blush rose in his cheek. "Lady Cairnoe is her own, she is not mine, Father," he muttered simply. An awkward silence ensued as Thranduil quietly returned his son's gaze.
Gimli cleared his throat and thanked the Lord for his answer.
It was then that Mesophas rode back, leading the reins of another steed with a rider upon it. "My Lord! A storm of spears and arrows torment the Eastern Walls! Lo! Behold the pain they cause!" he cried, tears in the hard elf's eyes. He thrust forth the reins of the steed.
The Lord of Greenwood stepped closer. With a gasp he backed off. In the dim light they saw that the rider upon it was of stone, glittering and black. A spear head was embedded into the elf's head, trickles of stony blood paused in time. Legolas' face hardened at the sight, while Gimli started a roar of anger.
"Curse them! I will make such demons into slivers of Men! Cast them into Mordor and burn their flesh! I will—"
His hopeless rants were cut short as the whooping of battle cries were heard from afar. Thranduil, as stately as he appeared, pulled out a shining blade that burned in the waning sun. He swung it forth and cried out: "Gurth gothrim lye!*" The warriors nearby became as biting wind and charged forth into the sound of their foes. Legolas and Gimli were carried away swiftly into battle.
………….
Blood was everywhere. The blood of men, the blood of elves, the blood of animals, the blood. Blood was what they came from. Blood was how they ended, thought Cairnoe as she struck down another man. She was tired of stabbing and of cutting. She wanted to sleep. But not while they tried to kill her, so she stayed awake to kill them. So she could go to sleep.
The black beast had panicked and tossed off Cairnoe onto the hard ground. A stray arrow caught it in its neck. She had no time to mourn her companion's death. Hundreds of Rik'Thaan flooded down into the outskirts outside the wood, all clad in black and scarlet mail. It became a whir of movement in the blink of an eye.
Cairnoe plunged her blade down into a warrior and left it there, hearing two others charging for her from both sides. Pulling forth two of the many knives she kept with her, she struck them as they met her, digging into the flesh up and around, making sure they suffered. She left them for dead and pulled up her blade, swinging it into the face of a warrior from behind. An arrow, flashing gold, whistled past her ear. Turning, she spotted Legolas. She smiled as he dashed back into the fray. She smiled before the club smashed into her head. She smiled as the blackness enveloped her.
Aah…. Nyphestas didn't come yet. I suck at action scenes!!! If you didn't notice in the first place… I just had some Mountain Dew, so the next chapter might be better!!