-is dressed like a tree- Stupid Wizard of Oz…… anyway, I am sure all of you will love this chapter because of it's content. Yeah, anyway, thanks for all of the wonderful reviews despite the horrible filler. And please wish me luck in our Wizard of Oz performance on Saturday. We're down by about 24 people since the last play and we're going to be strapped for people. PLUS they're making us practice for SIX HOURS today, Friday, and Saturday! How unfair is that!
Riten: Very unfair.
Okay, now getting on to business, I start 9th grade next Tuesday. I have no idea what to expect so there may be a possibility that I will not update next week. As for the first month or two of school, there may be longer intervals between chapters as I try to adjust to high school and classes. I also have volleyball practices on Wednesday and Thursday evenings. I will not abandon this fic, however, so never fear. My goal is to finish this fic and possibly write a Fellowship, Two Towers, and Return of the King sequel. Anyway, on with the fic! –sings to White Reflection from Gundam Wing- By the way, my hands smell like syrup. XP
"So, back again I see." A low, menacing voice hissed. A clicking of pincers could be heard, followed by the clicking of eight slender legs and the clacking of dragon claws as the two foes circled each other.
"It seems that our last meeting hadn't taught you a thing." A familiar voice responded. After a moment or two it could be identified as the voice of King Thranduil, ready for another bout with Scorpio.
"Your kind has no place here." Scorpio growled. "Leave before you die."
"Not a chance." Thranduil inhaled and spat a fireball at Scorpio who promptly dodged, tail coiled over his head.
"I gave you a chance to live and now you will pay!" Scorpio lashed out with his claws, just missing Thranduil's nose as he leapt back. He spread his wings and immediately went airborne, his foe being buffeted by the gusts of air generated by his wings. The scorpion below him hissed angrily as Thranduil ascended into the air, giving him the advantage he needed. He circled from above for a few moments as he formulated his plan, then struck without warning. Before he could hit, however, he was greeted by a pair of pincers in his face. He backwinged quickly, but not before receiving a slash across his left eye. The eye was not damaged, but blood dripped into the socket, obscuring his vision. Now with only one eye to see from, Thranduil had to be much more cautious than before or else he might have to finish this fight on sound and smell alone. He dove and rose as another aerial attack failed, forcing him to stay in the air when he nearly lost the use of his other eye.
'What am I doing wrong?' he asked himself as he hovered over the hissing Scorpio below who could not attack. 'It never takes me this long to defeat him.' His reverie was broken when he suddenly found a pincer clamped onto his tail, squeezing painfully hard. He yelped and began thrashing his tail in an attempt to shake Scorpio loose but to no avail. He roared in pain when he felt his foe slowly inching his way up his tail. Unfortunately for Scorpio, at that moment Thranduil flamed, catching the arachnid in the belly. With a screech Scorpio fell to the ground writhing in pain as its body burned slowly, the pain ever increasing. It was only then that Thranduil found it safe to land for the moment. He snorted as Scorpio began screeching louder, the smell of burning flesh filling the air. "Had enough?" He asked, fangs bared in a grin.
"Never." Scorpio hissed painfully as he began to fade, returning to the stars. Thranduil snorted when the constellation was gone and attempted to nurse his eye with no luck. 'I just hope nobody notices.' He thought as he returned to Middle-earth quickly, hoping that he had enough time to see Legolas for a bit.
"How do you feel, ion nin?" Thranduil asked quietly as he entered the room.
"Define feel," Came the slightly strained reply. Legolas lay in bed as he had been doing for the last week and wasn't liking it at all. He was eager to get out of bed, but was still to weak to do so. He looked much better, however, as most of the color had returned to his skin. The wounds on his shoulder and thigh were healing well, but it would be a long while before they would completely close up and possibly longer before Legolas could walk without limping.
"I take it that means that your leg and shoulder still hurt?" Legolas nodded and Thranduil sighed, unconsciously brushing his hand across the wound above his eye.
"How did you get that?" Legolas pulled himself up into a sitting position with a bit of a struggle since he was using only his left arm. Thranduil blinked and stared for a moment before he realized what his son was talking about. "Oh, this?" He pointed to the fresh gash that was still slightly oozing with blood. "Scorpio gave it to me. I wasn't able to react fast enough."
Legolas hung his head, wincing as the wound on his shoulder stung slightly. "I wish I could have been there to help."
"Even if you had been there you probably would have been more of a hindrance then a help." Thranduil admitted. "I know you are a strong warrior, but not so in dragon from. Once you are trained, THEN you can help me." Legolas just nodded, too tired to wonder about any sort of training. After a few minuets of silence, Thranduil asked, "So how is you horse dog?"
Legolas laughed lightly, though it turned into a cough. "Galion tells me that she is well, but I haven't been able to see her in person lately."
"Speaking of Galion," Thranduil began, "Where is he? I wanted to talk to him."
"He's sleeping." Thranduil stood, but Legolas added urgently, "Don't wake him."
"And why not?" Thranduil asked with one brow raised.
"He's exhausted. He's been doing everything that I would normally be doing plus his regular duties. And added to that is he's had to cover for my absence. He needs the rest." The Prince sighed in relief as his father sat back down, but tensed when he got up again. "Don't worry, ion nin. I have to leave now. Get well soon and I should be returning in the near future." His kissed Legolas on the forehead before departing by his usual way.
Galion paced about his room, unable to sleep. His dreams had been plagued with dying dragons and burning villages, preventing him from relaxing. He supposed that Legolas's latest accident was the cause of these disturbing dreams, but that revelation didn't make the images any easier to bear. Speaking of Legolas, he hadn't been to the Elf's room in days. He was probably dying from boredom in there. He chuckled slightly to himself and left the room, intending to pay the Prince a visit. Maybe it would calm his nerves so that he could sleep. Legolas blinked as the door opened and Galion entered looking very tired.
"Couldn't sleep?"
"How'd you know?"
Legolas shrugged. "I took a wild guess." Then he added, "Ada just left not too long ago."
Galion sighed and massaged his forehead, the reason unknown. "And I wanted to talk to him, too."
"I told him not to wake you because I thought you were asleep. I know now that wasn't the case." Legolas tried to stifle a yawn, but the action was not ignored by Galion.
"Recovering Elves need sleep, Legolas." He said. "So go to sleep." Legolas didn't even bother fighting this time as he slid back under the covers. As soon as he laid his head down on the pillows he was fast asleep.
"I wish I could have fallen asleep that fast." Galion muttered to himself as he closed the door, missing the other figure that stood a mere five feet away from him.
Calbeleth sighed in relief. The Prince was recovering and the dragon slayers had no idea. They thought he was dead at this point due to the reports they had received. Now if he told them that the Prince was dead…… No. If they found Legolas alive then two Elves would die, not just one. 'What am I going to do?'
-huggles Calbeleth- I love him. He has no idea what his priorities are.
Calbeleth: I'm starting to think that you either don't like me or you like making fun of me.
Neither is true, my good Elf. Though I don't think that elf of rohan likes you too much at this point…..
Calbeleth: -meeps and dives into theFellowship's falloutshelter-
Legolas: -saunters in without a pack of fangirls chasing him for once- Who just meeped?
Doesn't matter. You find my costumes yet, Riten?
Riten: -walks in as a dog and transforms back into a tiger- In that black hole you call a room? Nope.
Great. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter and I'll tell you how our play went next chapter.