Hello people. I am so sorry about the wait. I finally figured out how to upload stuff from my dad's computer though, so that is good. I know that all of you who follow this are probably really mad at me, and I understand completely. I only ask that you enjoy this chapter, and don't come and kill me. I don't even mind if you rant to me about how awful I am in a review. As always, I will thank Arrows the Wolf, Sherlock109, and Luka'sBlade for their reviews. Input is always appreciated. This story, however, is soon drawing to a close. I have no new Ideas, and little motivation to write it. I refuse to drop it though. No matter what happens (unless I absolutely can't) I will finnish this. Disclaimer: I don't own the great majority of things mentioned, though I did make up some of it, so that is mine.
Bold= Legolas 467
Normal= William Turner
Underlined= Paris
Italics= Little Legolas
Chapter fourteen
The sun had fallen below the horizon, and the sky was becoming very dark. The sound of celebration had died down. He knew that no fighting had started yet tonight. There had been no screams of terror, or battle cries. This should have made him feel a bit better, but it only made him more worried. What was going on? What were the Spartans waiting for?
But the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. They were going to ambush them in the night. But then again, how did they plan to breach the walls?
It did not matter right now. He would keep going, He would not stop until he reached the city. Who cared how they were going to get in? All that really mattered is that they would.
Why did this happen every time he left mortals alone? They seemed desperate to kill each other, as though dying of natural causes was not enough for them. It was a good thing that elves did not have that urge. They would surely have eliminated themselves long ago. They probably would have killed everything else in the world at the same time. After all, their magic is what helped life on this planet thrive.
He shook his head. This was ridiculous. He needed to stay focused on the task ahead. He would save his brothers, no matter what it took.
But as he ran, a light began to rise from the looming city. The screams of women and children began to fill the air. Legolas put on a burst of speed. He was so close, and yet not close enough. From this distance he couldn't do anything.