Disclaimer: See first chapter
Chapter 4
~"No time is precious and we, my brother, do not have have time to spare. Tonight we make haste."~
~"But can they not rest?" Franduil insisted as he glanced that the humans who were now staring at them once again. They fear us. And now we might have to force them to leave their dead, he silently thought. He turned once more to his brother. "They need time."
~"We do not have time to spare!"~ Thrylith shouted slightly his elvish voice hinted a sound of irritation.
~"We cannot force them to leave their deceased soon after they have just been killed!"~
~"If we do not leave, more orcs will arrive and these humans will be in more trouble than what has already befallen on them!"~ Thrylith argued back.
~"The least we can do is bury the dead,"~ Franduil whispered.
Thrylith nodded in response. He turned to face the humans then moved towards the lifeless body of the deceased. Too many have the same fate, his mind voiced, too many have died meaninglessly and unlawfully. As he began to move closer to the bodies he felt the gaze of Narie intensify in every step he took. He then paused and turn to meet her gaze.
Narie watched as the elf named Thrylith walked closer to her now-dead parents. When he turned to look at her, a cold shiver went down her body that she could not explain. Yet she did not waver in her stare. Her face showed no expression.
Thrylith then continued to walk closer and went he finally reached them he kneeled to the floor quietly while staring at the sight before him. The memory of hearing the man screaming for his wife to run still rang through his ears. He heard their peircing cries and the sound of metal clashing as he approached closer.
**************FLASHBACK**************************
" Siwen! Run!" Thyrlith heard a man screamed as he ran with great speed onto the scene.
When he finally arrived he saw a man fighting with all of his might with a band of orcs along with another man in his company. Thrylith the wasted no time as he fired three arrows which hit its mark only to watch the orcs be replace with others. He then unshealthed his daggers and charged onto the scene.
His movements were swift as he slashed through the orcs with great speed. He thrusted his daggers through every orc in his sight and doged others as they advanced on him. From the corner of his eye he witnessed in horror that the man that he saw earlier that was fighting valiantly being cornered by three orcs. He then with great speed once more slightly through all of those who were around him quicly so that he could help the man. When the numbers lessened he looked at the man once more only to see in dismay that the man laid motionless on the floor along with another figure by his side.
Filled with fury, he oved like lightning and sucessfully destroyed each and every orc in sight. He looked around him in dismay at the sight that was around him. His eyes focused on the boy that he had saved throughout the battle but then his eyes shifted towards the two bodies near the boy. He swiftly walked towards the bodies and felt for a pulse. He was about to stand up when the man gasped slightly.
"Narie....." he gasped as blood began to fill his mouth.
He then opened his eyes slightly and saw the elf kneeling over him.
"Find my girl," he gasped once more.
The only thing that Thrylith could do was nod his head in response.
"Keep her safe," he whispered lastly as he began to close his eyes. "Tell her I love her.... and that I am sorry." With that his breathing stopped and Thrylith watched as the man passed into shadow.
~"With honor, you fall,"~ he whispered then stood up. He then looked at the boy and picked him up slightly before lying him on the ground next to the other survivors.
**************END FLASHBACK****************
"Thrylith?" Franduil called out to him out of his thoughts with concern. "Are you all right?"
Thrylith turned to face his brother but did not respond.
After carefully burying the bodies of the two adults into the ground, silence filled the group. They had left shortly after because they knew all too well that if they stayed the humans would have been overwhelmed with grief. They move swiftly as they could away from the site and rode until the sun began to set. They found a spot to set camp nearby a gathering of trees and decided to rest and prepare dinner.
Franduil came toward Adelaide's father to look at his wounds once more. I really do hope that Thranduil's folk will be able to help him for he needs it. He sighed and noticed that the man was looking at him curiously.
"Forgive me from staring but I've never seen an elf before."
Franduil smirked. "You are forgiven." Obviously he had regain some of his strength, Franduil noted.
"Tell me, where are you from?" the man further inquired.
"Rivendell," a nearby voice answered. Everyone turned and saw Thrylith standing against a tree. He looked deep into thought.
"Where are you taking us?" Adelaide whispered softly which was barely audible to anyone who didn't have elf ears.
"Mirkwood."
"How close are we?" the man asked timidly.
"We are by the borders," Thrylith explained with a voice that went kind of edgy.
At that moment Mikus finally woken up from his slumber in a start. He almost screamed when he saw Franduil sitting close by along with Thyrlith standing extremely close by a tree. What the heck is going on? He looked around and spotted his sister and parents and Narie but wait where were Narie's parents? Then memory of what made him faint went through his mind.
"You are awake," Franduil called out to him. "You must be hungry." He handed him a bowl of soup and sat back down which he then immediately went into conversation with the wounded man. Mikus observed this and sighed but then got aprehensive once more when he turned to look at the other elf who stood stern only a few feet away from him.
The night darkened and thickened fast and soon the only thing that produced light was the fire in the camp.
"I will keep watch tonight," Thrylith announced as everyone got ready for sleep.
"But you have kept watch for three days straight now," Franduil complained.
"I said I will keep watch," Thrylith insisted.
With that said Franduil gave up, he knew something was bothering his brother but what it was he never told him. He went to bed relentlessly but eventually like all elves do with their eyes open.
Narie looked around, for she knew that she would not find sleep that night, the camp site. She watched Adelaide and Mikus huddle up to their parents for comfort. She then watched Thrylith who sat by the camp fire with his back turned away from her. There was something unsettling about him that she could not shake off since they met but knew naught of what it was. She the turned her head to watch the stars while memories of her parents consumed her.
The night grew long and weary as Thrylith kept watch. His own thoughts were occupying his mind once again. In fact he was too occupied that he did not even hear footsteps that were drawing near the camp.
"You should keep better watch," the voice spoke as it came closer.
Thrylith who became alarmed by hearing this jumped from where he was sitting.
"A watcher should always be wary of everything they hear," it said as it finally came into the light of the campfire. "Especially when you are on the borders of someone else's realm, may I add."
When the figure finally showed itself, Thrylith was astonished by who he saw standing in front of him for he knew who he was. The figure stood tall and proud with long blonde braided hair and deep blue eyes. He wore green hunting clothes with a bow in his hands. He was the one and only Prince of Mirkwood.
"My lord.." Thrylith started as he noticed Legolas raising his bow and arrow while notching it.
"Why are you on the borders of this land with humans?" he demanded.
I knew this was a risk
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Chapter 4
~"No time is precious and we, my brother, do not have have time to spare. Tonight we make haste."~
~"But can they not rest?" Franduil insisted as he glanced that the humans who were now staring at them once again. They fear us. And now we might have to force them to leave their dead, he silently thought. He turned once more to his brother. "They need time."
~"We do not have time to spare!"~ Thrylith shouted slightly his elvish voice hinted a sound of irritation.
~"We cannot force them to leave their deceased soon after they have just been killed!"~
~"If we do not leave, more orcs will arrive and these humans will be in more trouble than what has already befallen on them!"~ Thrylith argued back.
~"The least we can do is bury the dead,"~ Franduil whispered.
Thrylith nodded in response. He turned to face the humans then moved towards the lifeless body of the deceased. Too many have the same fate, his mind voiced, too many have died meaninglessly and unlawfully. As he began to move closer to the bodies he felt the gaze of Narie intensify in every step he took. He then paused and turn to meet her gaze.
Narie watched as the elf named Thrylith walked closer to her now-dead parents. When he turned to look at her, a cold shiver went down her body that she could not explain. Yet she did not waver in her stare. Her face showed no expression.
Thrylith then continued to walk closer and went he finally reached them he kneeled to the floor quietly while staring at the sight before him. The memory of hearing the man screaming for his wife to run still rang through his ears. He heard their peircing cries and the sound of metal clashing as he approached closer.
**************FLASHBACK**************************
" Siwen! Run!" Thyrlith heard a man screamed as he ran with great speed onto the scene.
When he finally arrived he saw a man fighting with all of his might with a band of orcs along with another man in his company. Thrylith the wasted no time as he fired three arrows which hit its mark only to watch the orcs be replace with others. He then unshealthed his daggers and charged onto the scene.
His movements were swift as he slashed through the orcs with great speed. He thrusted his daggers through every orc in his sight and doged others as they advanced on him. From the corner of his eye he witnessed in horror that the man that he saw earlier that was fighting valiantly being cornered by three orcs. He then with great speed once more slightly through all of those who were around him quicly so that he could help the man. When the numbers lessened he looked at the man once more only to see in dismay that the man laid motionless on the floor along with another figure by his side.
Filled with fury, he oved like lightning and sucessfully destroyed each and every orc in sight. He looked around him in dismay at the sight that was around him. His eyes focused on the boy that he had saved throughout the battle but then his eyes shifted towards the two bodies near the boy. He swiftly walked towards the bodies and felt for a pulse. He was about to stand up when the man gasped slightly.
"Narie....." he gasped as blood began to fill his mouth.
He then opened his eyes slightly and saw the elf kneeling over him.
"Find my girl," he gasped once more.
The only thing that Thrylith could do was nod his head in response.
"Keep her safe," he whispered lastly as he began to close his eyes. "Tell her I love her.... and that I am sorry." With that his breathing stopped and Thrylith watched as the man passed into shadow.
~"With honor, you fall,"~ he whispered then stood up. He then looked at the boy and picked him up slightly before lying him on the ground next to the other survivors.
**************END FLASHBACK****************
"Thrylith?" Franduil called out to him out of his thoughts with concern. "Are you all right?"
Thrylith turned to face his brother but did not respond.
After carefully burying the bodies of the two adults into the ground, silence filled the group. They had left shortly after because they knew all too well that if they stayed the humans would have been overwhelmed with grief. They move swiftly as they could away from the site and rode until the sun began to set. They found a spot to set camp nearby a gathering of trees and decided to rest and prepare dinner.
Franduil came toward Adelaide's father to look at his wounds once more. I really do hope that Thranduil's folk will be able to help him for he needs it. He sighed and noticed that the man was looking at him curiously.
"Forgive me from staring but I've never seen an elf before."
Franduil smirked. "You are forgiven." Obviously he had regain some of his strength, Franduil noted.
"Tell me, where are you from?" the man further inquired.
"Rivendell," a nearby voice answered. Everyone turned and saw Thrylith standing against a tree. He looked deep into thought.
"Where are you taking us?" Adelaide whispered softly which was barely audible to anyone who didn't have elf ears.
"Mirkwood."
"How close are we?" the man asked timidly.
"We are by the borders," Thrylith explained with a voice that went kind of edgy.
At that moment Mikus finally woken up from his slumber in a start. He almost screamed when he saw Franduil sitting close by along with Thyrlith standing extremely close by a tree. What the heck is going on? He looked around and spotted his sister and parents and Narie but wait where were Narie's parents? Then memory of what made him faint went through his mind.
"You are awake," Franduil called out to him. "You must be hungry." He handed him a bowl of soup and sat back down which he then immediately went into conversation with the wounded man. Mikus observed this and sighed but then got aprehensive once more when he turned to look at the other elf who stood stern only a few feet away from him.
The night darkened and thickened fast and soon the only thing that produced light was the fire in the camp.
"I will keep watch tonight," Thrylith announced as everyone got ready for sleep.
"But you have kept watch for three days straight now," Franduil complained.
"I said I will keep watch," Thrylith insisted.
With that said Franduil gave up, he knew something was bothering his brother but what it was he never told him. He went to bed relentlessly but eventually like all elves do with their eyes open.
Narie looked around, for she knew that she would not find sleep that night, the camp site. She watched Adelaide and Mikus huddle up to their parents for comfort. She then watched Thrylith who sat by the camp fire with his back turned away from her. There was something unsettling about him that she could not shake off since they met but knew naught of what it was. She the turned her head to watch the stars while memories of her parents consumed her.
The night grew long and weary as Thrylith kept watch. His own thoughts were occupying his mind once again. In fact he was too occupied that he did not even hear footsteps that were drawing near the camp.
"You should keep better watch," the voice spoke as it came closer.
Thrylith who became alarmed by hearing this jumped from where he was sitting.
"A watcher should always be wary of everything they hear," it said as it finally came into the light of the campfire. "Especially when you are on the borders of someone else's realm, may I add."
When the figure finally showed itself, Thrylith was astonished by who he saw standing in front of him for he knew who he was. The figure stood tall and proud with long blonde braided hair and deep blue eyes. He wore green hunting clothes with a bow in his hands. He was the one and only Prince of Mirkwood.
"My lord.." Thrylith started as he noticed Legolas raising his bow and arrow while notching it.
"Why are you on the borders of this land with humans?" he demanded.
I knew this was a risk
A/N: What did you think?? Huh anyone.... please REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!