Disclaimer: I do not own any of tolkien's world.
Just redoing this whole entire chapter as well. Hope u like it.
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Victoria felt the choked breath from her lungs crush as she was slammed none too gently into the wall. Squeezing her eyes shut in pain, she hugged her chest to stop wheezing. The same large hand that had only just grabbed her seconds ago was on her again, keeping her anchored to the wall. Finally opening her eyes again, Victoria coughed as she searched frantically for her attacker. The silhouette of a bulky man stood a few feet in front of her. He moved like a shadow across the walls, cloaked in darkness. Trying to catch her breath again, she slowly inched away from him making for the exit of the alley. Suddenly he was close to her again, his shaking hands grasping her neck. A strangled gasp escaped her.
"If you scream, I will hurt you." He whispered in a husky, harsh voice. Victoria stood completely still, his face close to hers. She sought to escape his touch as he breathed on her face, his breath hot and putrid with the odor of alcohol and excessive years of smoking. His dark empty eyes were not looking at her, rather the alley making sure no one was there. He is going to kill me, she silently thought to herself as his fingers tightened around her soft neck. Victoria mentally cursed herself for not bringing along her Swiss army pocket knife. A bead of sweat not only ran down his forehead but also her own. The young girl thought to herself how he would kill her. Would he slit her throat? Or maybe he would rape and molest her first. A hard shudder ran down her spine and down to her toes. Would he make her death quick and put a gun to her head, or would he strangle her and then dispose of her body?
"Don't think about it!" She screamed to herself, squeezing her eyes shut again. She could then feel his eyes turn on hers and Victoria could almost sense the smirk that slithered on his sordid face. A hard gulp went down her throat as she felt something cold and metal against her rib cage. So this is how it would end. He would stab her. She could imagine it. Her crumpled defeated body lying in a motionless heap of her own red blood. Willing herself the courage, she opened her eyes to face her captor. He was staring at her, his eyes like obsidians. Ominous, sinister ones at that. As he met her eyes, a bark like laughter suddenly came from his throat, though it sounded more like he was gagging on a bone caught in his esophagus. His teeth were stained yellow from the tar in cigarettes and lack of dental care. Victoria pushed herself against the brick wall he had her pinned too as if permeating herself to come one with the surface. A long dirty finger came out and stroked the side of her face. Victoria attempted to bat it away.
"You're a pretty little thing." He whispered, deepening the dagger he held at her stomach. Anger swarmed in her eyes as his fingers went into her hair, the man pausing to bring a few strands up to his nose to smell. She could almost feel the bile rising from her throat. How was it that things like this were allowed to breathe and exist? How was it that women were always the one to fall as prey and victims to men like this? It was always the women. Were they always thought to be weak, vulnerable and always second in line after men? Victoria had always been one against those things. Women were made for great things. It was people like her who always sought to show that to the world.
"Is that so?..." She asked her voice very dry. She wanted to fight. She wanted to kill the dirty slime ball herself. If only she could be free from his grasp. As his dirty unwanted fingers began to caress her neck, Victoria lashed out, attempting to bite off his wandering finger. The next thing she knew, a sickening crack rang out into the alley with the sound of his hand connecting with her face. Whimpering with pain, she let out a shaky breath, pants coming from her heaving chest. He pushed him body hard against hers, crushing her into the solid wall.
"You stupid bitch." he breathed into her skin. Victoria knew the end was close now. Her captor was obviously going to kill her. As he continued to mutter evil words to her, his grip on both her neck and his knife tightening, Victoria wistfully thought about her real life. She thought about her real parents, her real home. She didn't know what or where they were. Perhaps she would be joining them in a few seconds.. As the young girl quietly thought of this, she was not too aware of a golden mist slowly filling into the alley. Her captor unbuckled his pants and tightened his hold on her, he himself too preoccupied to notice. It seemed he was prepared to have use for her before he unremorsefully took her life away.
Just as she thought her life was coming to an untimely end, the soft mist surrounded her, taking her away from the man, away the alleyway. Her eyes slipped closed as she was lifted from the grounds, the mysterious mist weaving itself around her like shimmering tendrils of ribbon. Victoria's dark hair mingled with the shining ethereal dust as it took her into the stars, and perhaps onto the mighty back of Pegasus.
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She could feel something fluttering at her nose. Her eyes still closed, she tried brushing it away. But still, the sensation that someone was holding a feather up to her nose would not go away. Willing herself to open her eyes, she immediately closed them again as a wave of sunlight seemed to descend upon her. Opening her peepers again after a moment, she looked around, her eyes widened in confusion. Where was she? What day was it? Where was the man? Where was the knife? Was she dead? Looking down at herself for a blood pouring wound in her stomach, her fingers only met with her long black sweater over her clothes. Much to her utter dismay, she was also floating a good few feet off the surface of the ground. Eyes bulging, Victoria screamed.
"I can fly!" She shrieked, her arms flailing at her sides like wings on a bird. No later had she said that when she tumbled to the ground with a loud "oomph!" Lying in a disgruntled heap on the forest floor, she turned over, letting out a loud moan. Slowly sitting up while squeezing her eyes shut, she rubbed her sore behind all the while cursing under her breath.
"All right. So I can't fly." She said to herself with a dazed voice. Victoria's eyes suddenly widened and she jumped up from the ground, her crazed eyes looking panicky over the vast murky forest. Where am I?! Why am I not dead? One moment, she had been trapped within a dark alleyway, imprisoned in the touch of a psychotic hunter. The next thing she knew, she was floating in the forest. Maybe after he was through with her, he decided to leave her body to rot in the forest. No, she knew she had not been touched sexually. But then what had happened? A great gust of wind blew up her hair, making her pull her sweater tighter around her. Spring was almost over but it was not yet warm.
Turning around in circles, looking for any means of civilization, Victoria's eyes blanked out once more. What was happening?... A pestering cloud of question floated dismally over her head. Her green eyes were only greeted with dark patches of trees, a slight mysterious mist looming above the ground. Rubbing the chill from her arm, she cupped her hands to her mouth and called out.
"Hello???!!! Is anyone here???!!!" She called. The only answer she received was the cry of the wind, screaming in her ears like a banshee. Slumping to the ground, she drew her knees protectively to her chest. She did not know if she was entirely alone in this strange dark, perhaps even forbidden forest? She could not let herself be afraid. Fear nothing, she told herself. Giving a loud snort, she could admit that only half of her believed those words. But what good would it do to start fearing everything now? She had worked too hard to build up inner strength and courage over the years. She could not let it fade. Her long pale fingers quietly gripped into the skin of her knees. Looking up to the cloudy sky, not a ray of sunlight shone from the heavens. Letting her eyes dilate for a moment, she rested her chin on her knees and sat there. She sat there so very still.
She did not notice that other beings were not too far in that same dense, murky, dark forest..
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In the native tongue of the elves, did a young man speak with a beautiful melodious voice. Not sure if his senses were true or not, he was possibly aware that someone was intruding on the grounds of his king. Poking at the lightly resting companion at his side, his keen silver eyes ran over the contours of forest grounds. They silently observed, watched from afar.
"Isil, Do you believe that someone might be in the wood?..." He asked softly to the elf next to him. His companion looked at him from under golden eyebrows. Pulling the cloak firmly around his broad shoulders, the elf by the name of Isil which meant 'moon' gave him a silent yet questionable expression.
"Perhaps. I feel to weary at the moment to bother caring Rialan." The elf admitted rather sheepishly. Rialan, a golden haired warrior looked to Isil with a bothered expression, as it was well abnormal for an elf to feel such weariness. Especially when out on orders by the king no less. Rolling his eyes with a soft sigh, he once more looked out into the distance. His slender nimble fingers ran across the intricate carvings of his great long bow, being at the ready in case he might have to grab for one of his golden feather arrows. Isil rested back down against the large tree trunk, folding his hands across his lithe chest. Rialan gave the elf one more disapproving look, before walking over the rest of his companions and disappearing away into the forest. It seemed to swallow him alive, like a mighty mouth devouring its prey.
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Victoria nearly fell asleep, her eyes drooping slowly. Her body wished to give in to the desires of slumber, but she held herself up to keep guard for anything or anyone that might be out there. Who knew what lurked in the deep dark corners of this place she was in. But the question was where she was and how was she to get home. A small scowl drew onto her dry lips. How was that place home to her? She never knew what home was. She probably never would. This did not matter though. Victoria certainly did not need a family. She was quite all right on her own.
Watching silently as another gust of wind swept across the grass like a transparent wave, the leaves blew up in the air, dancing too and fro. Flicking off a piece of grass that was on her sweater, Victoria sighed heavily again. What was she to do? Her stomach growled in hunger, for she had not the chance to eat dinner. The young girl drew her knees tighter against her chest, rocking back and forth trying to ignore the pain in the pit of her stomach. No doubt, starvation would take her if she just stayed there. Perhaps, she should go and look for a way out. Looking at the impossibly midnight forest, she knew that she might not ever come out alive. Who knew what type of creatures lived in there? The darkness drew spiders across the designs of her clothes and created a mask on her face. She never used to be afraid of the dark, only when she was younger. Being aquatinted to the stars for comfort had stayed her fear. But now, the fear seemed to be pulled back within her cold heart.
As Victoria gazed numbly out into the desolate maze, she knew not that a silent figure moved steadily over to her. He had a great weapon notched fiercely in his left hand, his opposite pulling back the elf hair string. Finally, she gave in to the cold sleep. However, her eyes snapped open as something intensely sharp dug into the back of her neck. As if getting paralyzed, her body went completely rigid, her hair blowing up around her frozen face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Hey dudes! I hoped u liked that redone second chapter! Enjoy! I think ill be redoing some more of these chapters.
Namaarie!
Just redoing this whole entire chapter as well. Hope u like it.
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Victoria felt the choked breath from her lungs crush as she was slammed none too gently into the wall. Squeezing her eyes shut in pain, she hugged her chest to stop wheezing. The same large hand that had only just grabbed her seconds ago was on her again, keeping her anchored to the wall. Finally opening her eyes again, Victoria coughed as she searched frantically for her attacker. The silhouette of a bulky man stood a few feet in front of her. He moved like a shadow across the walls, cloaked in darkness. Trying to catch her breath again, she slowly inched away from him making for the exit of the alley. Suddenly he was close to her again, his shaking hands grasping her neck. A strangled gasp escaped her.
"If you scream, I will hurt you." He whispered in a husky, harsh voice. Victoria stood completely still, his face close to hers. She sought to escape his touch as he breathed on her face, his breath hot and putrid with the odor of alcohol and excessive years of smoking. His dark empty eyes were not looking at her, rather the alley making sure no one was there. He is going to kill me, she silently thought to herself as his fingers tightened around her soft neck. Victoria mentally cursed herself for not bringing along her Swiss army pocket knife. A bead of sweat not only ran down his forehead but also her own. The young girl thought to herself how he would kill her. Would he slit her throat? Or maybe he would rape and molest her first. A hard shudder ran down her spine and down to her toes. Would he make her death quick and put a gun to her head, or would he strangle her and then dispose of her body?
"Don't think about it!" She screamed to herself, squeezing her eyes shut again. She could then feel his eyes turn on hers and Victoria could almost sense the smirk that slithered on his sordid face. A hard gulp went down her throat as she felt something cold and metal against her rib cage. So this is how it would end. He would stab her. She could imagine it. Her crumpled defeated body lying in a motionless heap of her own red blood. Willing herself the courage, she opened her eyes to face her captor. He was staring at her, his eyes like obsidians. Ominous, sinister ones at that. As he met her eyes, a bark like laughter suddenly came from his throat, though it sounded more like he was gagging on a bone caught in his esophagus. His teeth were stained yellow from the tar in cigarettes and lack of dental care. Victoria pushed herself against the brick wall he had her pinned too as if permeating herself to come one with the surface. A long dirty finger came out and stroked the side of her face. Victoria attempted to bat it away.
"You're a pretty little thing." He whispered, deepening the dagger he held at her stomach. Anger swarmed in her eyes as his fingers went into her hair, the man pausing to bring a few strands up to his nose to smell. She could almost feel the bile rising from her throat. How was it that things like this were allowed to breathe and exist? How was it that women were always the one to fall as prey and victims to men like this? It was always the women. Were they always thought to be weak, vulnerable and always second in line after men? Victoria had always been one against those things. Women were made for great things. It was people like her who always sought to show that to the world.
"Is that so?..." She asked her voice very dry. She wanted to fight. She wanted to kill the dirty slime ball herself. If only she could be free from his grasp. As his dirty unwanted fingers began to caress her neck, Victoria lashed out, attempting to bite off his wandering finger. The next thing she knew, a sickening crack rang out into the alley with the sound of his hand connecting with her face. Whimpering with pain, she let out a shaky breath, pants coming from her heaving chest. He pushed him body hard against hers, crushing her into the solid wall.
"You stupid bitch." he breathed into her skin. Victoria knew the end was close now. Her captor was obviously going to kill her. As he continued to mutter evil words to her, his grip on both her neck and his knife tightening, Victoria wistfully thought about her real life. She thought about her real parents, her real home. She didn't know what or where they were. Perhaps she would be joining them in a few seconds.. As the young girl quietly thought of this, she was not too aware of a golden mist slowly filling into the alley. Her captor unbuckled his pants and tightened his hold on her, he himself too preoccupied to notice. It seemed he was prepared to have use for her before he unremorsefully took her life away.
Just as she thought her life was coming to an untimely end, the soft mist surrounded her, taking her away from the man, away the alleyway. Her eyes slipped closed as she was lifted from the grounds, the mysterious mist weaving itself around her like shimmering tendrils of ribbon. Victoria's dark hair mingled with the shining ethereal dust as it took her into the stars, and perhaps onto the mighty back of Pegasus.
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She could feel something fluttering at her nose. Her eyes still closed, she tried brushing it away. But still, the sensation that someone was holding a feather up to her nose would not go away. Willing herself to open her eyes, she immediately closed them again as a wave of sunlight seemed to descend upon her. Opening her peepers again after a moment, she looked around, her eyes widened in confusion. Where was she? What day was it? Where was the man? Where was the knife? Was she dead? Looking down at herself for a blood pouring wound in her stomach, her fingers only met with her long black sweater over her clothes. Much to her utter dismay, she was also floating a good few feet off the surface of the ground. Eyes bulging, Victoria screamed.
"I can fly!" She shrieked, her arms flailing at her sides like wings on a bird. No later had she said that when she tumbled to the ground with a loud "oomph!" Lying in a disgruntled heap on the forest floor, she turned over, letting out a loud moan. Slowly sitting up while squeezing her eyes shut, she rubbed her sore behind all the while cursing under her breath.
"All right. So I can't fly." She said to herself with a dazed voice. Victoria's eyes suddenly widened and she jumped up from the ground, her crazed eyes looking panicky over the vast murky forest. Where am I?! Why am I not dead? One moment, she had been trapped within a dark alleyway, imprisoned in the touch of a psychotic hunter. The next thing she knew, she was floating in the forest. Maybe after he was through with her, he decided to leave her body to rot in the forest. No, she knew she had not been touched sexually. But then what had happened? A great gust of wind blew up her hair, making her pull her sweater tighter around her. Spring was almost over but it was not yet warm.
Turning around in circles, looking for any means of civilization, Victoria's eyes blanked out once more. What was happening?... A pestering cloud of question floated dismally over her head. Her green eyes were only greeted with dark patches of trees, a slight mysterious mist looming above the ground. Rubbing the chill from her arm, she cupped her hands to her mouth and called out.
"Hello???!!! Is anyone here???!!!" She called. The only answer she received was the cry of the wind, screaming in her ears like a banshee. Slumping to the ground, she drew her knees protectively to her chest. She did not know if she was entirely alone in this strange dark, perhaps even forbidden forest? She could not let herself be afraid. Fear nothing, she told herself. Giving a loud snort, she could admit that only half of her believed those words. But what good would it do to start fearing everything now? She had worked too hard to build up inner strength and courage over the years. She could not let it fade. Her long pale fingers quietly gripped into the skin of her knees. Looking up to the cloudy sky, not a ray of sunlight shone from the heavens. Letting her eyes dilate for a moment, she rested her chin on her knees and sat there. She sat there so very still.
She did not notice that other beings were not too far in that same dense, murky, dark forest..
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In the native tongue of the elves, did a young man speak with a beautiful melodious voice. Not sure if his senses were true or not, he was possibly aware that someone was intruding on the grounds of his king. Poking at the lightly resting companion at his side, his keen silver eyes ran over the contours of forest grounds. They silently observed, watched from afar.
"Isil, Do you believe that someone might be in the wood?..." He asked softly to the elf next to him. His companion looked at him from under golden eyebrows. Pulling the cloak firmly around his broad shoulders, the elf by the name of Isil which meant 'moon' gave him a silent yet questionable expression.
"Perhaps. I feel to weary at the moment to bother caring Rialan." The elf admitted rather sheepishly. Rialan, a golden haired warrior looked to Isil with a bothered expression, as it was well abnormal for an elf to feel such weariness. Especially when out on orders by the king no less. Rolling his eyes with a soft sigh, he once more looked out into the distance. His slender nimble fingers ran across the intricate carvings of his great long bow, being at the ready in case he might have to grab for one of his golden feather arrows. Isil rested back down against the large tree trunk, folding his hands across his lithe chest. Rialan gave the elf one more disapproving look, before walking over the rest of his companions and disappearing away into the forest. It seemed to swallow him alive, like a mighty mouth devouring its prey.
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Victoria nearly fell asleep, her eyes drooping slowly. Her body wished to give in to the desires of slumber, but she held herself up to keep guard for anything or anyone that might be out there. Who knew what lurked in the deep dark corners of this place she was in. But the question was where she was and how was she to get home. A small scowl drew onto her dry lips. How was that place home to her? She never knew what home was. She probably never would. This did not matter though. Victoria certainly did not need a family. She was quite all right on her own.
Watching silently as another gust of wind swept across the grass like a transparent wave, the leaves blew up in the air, dancing too and fro. Flicking off a piece of grass that was on her sweater, Victoria sighed heavily again. What was she to do? Her stomach growled in hunger, for she had not the chance to eat dinner. The young girl drew her knees tighter against her chest, rocking back and forth trying to ignore the pain in the pit of her stomach. No doubt, starvation would take her if she just stayed there. Perhaps, she should go and look for a way out. Looking at the impossibly midnight forest, she knew that she might not ever come out alive. Who knew what type of creatures lived in there? The darkness drew spiders across the designs of her clothes and created a mask on her face. She never used to be afraid of the dark, only when she was younger. Being aquatinted to the stars for comfort had stayed her fear. But now, the fear seemed to be pulled back within her cold heart.
As Victoria gazed numbly out into the desolate maze, she knew not that a silent figure moved steadily over to her. He had a great weapon notched fiercely in his left hand, his opposite pulling back the elf hair string. Finally, she gave in to the cold sleep. However, her eyes snapped open as something intensely sharp dug into the back of her neck. As if getting paralyzed, her body went completely rigid, her hair blowing up around her frozen face.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Hey dudes! I hoped u liked that redone second chapter! Enjoy! I think ill be redoing some more of these chapters.
Namaarie!