Just redoing this chapter people! Hope u like it!
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She could not move. She dare not move. Whatever that was digging in the back of her tender back could mean her death. All she had been doing was sitting completely still, her thoughts lost within the misting warps of her mind. Sleep had just overtaken her, when something like the tip of a sharp knife settled its resting place firmly at the base of her neck. Her body could not even tremble with shock or fear. All she could do was sit there, her eyes impossibly large. That's when a voice spoke. It was soft, yet it held the power of a dangerous assassin who was just about to slay its helpless prey. The voice reminded her of the glorious church bells she heard every Sunday morning outside her bedroom window.
"Turn around mortal." The voice hissed, the voice tinted with a sharp, beautiful accent. He sounded possibly British? Unconsciously, Victoria let out a shuddered breath. Willing the feeling back into her limbs to follow whoever made the demand, she moved slowly. The prickle in the back of her neck disappeared but she knew it was still there. Whatever, or whoever had caught her was not about to let her free. Ever so slowly, she turned around; her eyes strayed to the ground. She could not dare to look up. All she could see were strange brown booted legs. Her sweaty palms seem to stick impossibly onto the green grass, her breaths almost shaky. She could feel eyes. A pair of very strong eyes. Looking up very briefly, an arrow seemed to be pointed right between her eyes. Not bothering to look at the booted person, she gazed down at the ground again. That's when it struck her. Why had he called her mortal? Since when had anyone ever referred to her as a species?
"I demand to know who you are and why you dare trespass into the wood of Oropher." The voice said again. The wood? This time, she had to look up. As her leaf green eyes focused on the sight before her, she could not help but wonder again if she was dead. A man stood before her. Was he really a man? Perhaps an angel? Long blazing hair of blond glimmered like the sun itself in the bleak darkness of the forest. Keen, penetrating, silver star like eyes looked down at her in all their intensity. There was great poignant power in those eyes. Upon his tall, lithe body, he wore a strange tunic of dark green, gold embroidery woven into the hems. Around his slender waist was a leather belt woven in vast intricate designs. Rather tight leggings covered his slim, long legs. The man seemed to have jumped in from the time of the Renaissance. Lastly, but certainly not least, he held with great care, a long bow. Notched expertly with great dexterity, a golden feathered arrow was aimed. It was aimed right for her. The sight of the arrow right in her face took only a second to register in her mind. Diving to the ground, she folded her arms over her head in desperate protection.
"Get up and answer my question. Enough of this ignorance and speak!" He thundered, his voice pounding in her head. Slowly raising her head to look over him anew, she gingerly got to her feet, cautious of the strongly aimed arrow. A feature about him that first went unnoticed when she was blinded by his beauty now came into sight. From under the silky strands of golden hair were ears. Normally this would have gone unnoticed had it been for the slight difference in his ears and hers. The man had unusually pointed, leaf shaped ears. The delicate point captured her attention, making her blood freeze. This had too be some sick joke. Before she could answer his question, words flew from her mouth.
"What are you?..." She whispered, her eyes narrowing into suspicious and cautious slits. The fair man seemed taken aback by her question and gritted his teeth, causing his handsome cheekbones to tighten gently. Never once loosening the hold on his bow, he leaned over with a glare on his fair face. Whatever he was, he was certainly beautiful, she thought to herself silently. The tips of her fidgeting toes dug slightly into the dirt of the ground, marking her place. No fear, she repeated in her head. Considering all that had happened already, the words seemed to have lost all meaning, she miserably thought with an inaudible snort. For the first time, she looked into his piercing eyes. There was a distinct wisdom and strength she saw. She wished something like that was mirrored in her own eyes. She was not at all far from strength, but wisdom however was a whole other story.
"I am the only one asking questions mortal, so I would find it wise if you held your tongue!" He ordered, his eyes tearing into hers. For a moment, his words rung in her ears. Then anger swelled within her. This was the second time she was being held at weapon point by a male. Each time, she had been ordered around, causing her to fear for her own life! How dare he even tell her to shut her mouth. All she had done was sit in the forest. Unless there was some new code of law that prohibited sitting on grass, he had no reason to talk to her in such a way. The desire to raise her fist in contact with his pretty face pulsated deeply within her, but she kept still for the arrow that remained unmoving between her eyes. The only thing she could do while controlling her anger mixed with fear was snarl very slightly. This seemed all right with him however.
"Who are you? And why do you dare trespass into these forbidden lands?" He asked again. Trespass into these forbidden lands? She did not exactly ask to be taken to wherever the hell she was. Since when was it illegal to walk in the forest, she thought to herself. This was all too strange. Whatever this man was, he was definitely out of this world. He seemed to take her silence as failure of will to answer. Glaring dangerously, he lowered the bow from her sweating face. Taking in a relieved breath, it was quickly choked in her throat as he grabbed her hands. A rope seemed to have slithered out of his sleeve as he began to tie it roughly around her hands. Victoria gasped at this, her eyes blazing as she attempted to wrench her hands away from his. He gritted his teeth against her struggle, forcing the ropes tighter. At last, they were tied in more knots she could count. Her large eyes met his once more, before he grabbed the end rope of her bonds and pulled her in his direction. He pulled her like some sort of poor dog tied on a leash!
"Are all your kind so frivolous and fool headed?" He asked. Unknown to her, he could not really agree with his own words. He knew of great people in the world of men. Elrond Halfelven himself had once been but a mortal. The words that had come out of his mouth more or less came out of people like Isil. But he could not deny that this one particular mortal girl was being very foolish. She seemed to have lost the will to speak and kept looking at him as if he were some fiendish creature. It had been long since the last time they found a mortal wandering around aimlessly in the wood of his king. He thought that by now the humans would stay clear of these parts. They knew the tales and facts. The king and son of Oropher were not too keen on humans in his realm. Surely she knew that she might pay very dearly. No doubt about that. Still, he found it almost disrespectful that she would not answer his questions. The tall elf could feel her green eyes burning into the back of his head. The strange girl had retrieved her voice after a few moments of silence.
"What are you?..." She asked again, repeating the only words she dare ask him. He stopped abruptly for a moment, causing her to collide with his shoulder. After a minute of just staring at her, he began to walk again without answering her question. Were the ears not obvious? Some mortals really were dullards, he thought to himself.
Meanwhile Victoria was seeing red as she continued to be pulled along on her 'leash'. Where he was taking her, she did not know. Victoria was not quite sure she desired to know. Looking down at her bonds, she began to furiously rub her wrists together. The rope seemed to have slithered around both her hands, creating vast turns and knots that she could never pull out. It seemed that as she tried pulling the rope away, it only tightened around her fingers. She continued her pathetic attempt at releasing her bonds for the next quarter of an hour when his voice shattered her concentration. Without even looking at her, he spoke.
"You will never untie those bonds. I would just keep still and follow me if you wish to continue living." He said with a soft voice. Her jaw opened slightly as she stared at his back before being replaced with a very sour expression. She searched the back of his golden head for a pair of secret eyes, but found only glittering silky hair. Victoria dropped her tied hands back down in front of her stomach and let out the most inaudible sigh. Her legs began to ache and her stomach was howling like and injured dog because of its empty pits. It was then that he pulled her through a couple of small hedges that they entered what looked like a small camping area. On the other side of some large bushes were about four other men who looked uncannily like him. She glared dangerously at him as he gently touched her shoulders and pushed her down to sit on a log. As she looked again at the seemingly resting men, she noticed another thing about them that caused her to stare. Their eyes remained open and unseeing as they lay there. What planet did I land on? She thought to herself.
The silver eyes fellow sat down a few feet away from her, his eyes never leaving her. Leaning back against a tree stump, he took his time to gaze upon her. The strange young girl sat their glaring daggers at him. She had green eyes that were somewhat large. They glowed in the darkness like an owl, and it reminded him of a cat when it left the light. Long brown hair framed her face as she gazed witheringly at him. Her body sat very still indeed and she wore very unworldly clothing. After a soft sigh, he spoke to her.
"What is your name? Unless of course, you rather I call you 'girl'?" He asked, his eyes searching for any signs of stars from where he sat under the dark canopy of trees. He heard her let out a snort. Looking back down at her, he waited for any sort of answer.
"Why exactly, should I tell you? You have not told me why you felt it your right to hold me at arrow point, and then take me as some sort of prisoner." She said all of this in one simple breath. Her eyes were very cold, no sign of anything but anger in her orbs. Narrowing his eyes only slightly, he wondered silently if she knew that the lands of Thranduil were forbidden to mortals.
"You are to tell me your name because I asked you too. I held you at arrow point because you are treading upon grounds that your feet are not allowed on." He shot back, his voice calm and almost dazed. Then, before she could sat but a word, he then said,
"And you, girl, who at the moment remains unnamed, did not follow strict orders of speaking your business. Now, I will take you to face my king. I would think that a mortal would rather speak then face the wrath of Thranduil." He said gently. Turning his silver eyes back on hers, he could see confusion swarming there like a quickly gathering cloud. Looking completely bewildered for a split moment, she then asked.
"Who the hell is Thranduil and where exactly am I?" She asked. Even in the darkness, she could see that his eyes widened considerably larger. He was surprised. But she silently wondered why the name Thranduil seemed point somewhere in her mind. Wait a moment, Victoria stopped and wondered again if she was dead. King? Since when did someone have a king? She thought it somewhat impossible for her to be anywhere out of the United States where there was a king. Yes, this is a joke, she thought. There is no king, and those were certainly not real pointed ears. The urge to lunge and him and rip them off flashed before her mind. Well he still had a bow, and she did not dare move herself from the log. She then asked him again.
"Where am I?..." She asked again, her eyes narrowing. The smallest of smirks found its way onto his nicely shaped lips.
"Since you fail to answer my questions, I will decline of answering your own." He said, quite cheekily. If she did not know better, he was smiling. But he kept his face very much void, something that was often done by a warrior. Glaring suddenly at him, she turned her eyes to the forest. She felt as if the trees were watching her. As a whirlwind of leaves passed by, she shivered gently. Wishing that she had thrown on a heavier coat when she left her house, she thought about life. Everyday is was quite the same. First, a day of monotonous school. There was nothing at school to be happy about. It was not like she had any friends that she could confine in. But that mattered not. She rather the fine peacefulness of silence and solitude over a group of brainless giggling teens. Then after school, she found herself at home where she hated it most. Her foster parents were perhaps the greatest enemies she could think of. Victoria often wondered why they adopted her in the first place. Guess they needed the monthly check, she thought to herself bitterly. Would they even miss me? She said in her mind. Letting out a snort of derisive doubt, she almost started to laugh. They? Miss her? It was quite amusing when she truly thought about it. The man that sat across from her was still gazing at her.
"What are you looking at?..." She hissed. He seemed to have awoken from a trance. He then smirked despite himself.
"I was just pondering what my lord will do with you." Rialan almost laughed at what he said. That was definitely something Isil would say. He didn't think that the king would really harm her, but he did wonder what was going to happen with her. He could not help but have said that though. Frankly, he had become rather impatient with her lack of speaking. Her suspicious statue like stillness kept him on his guard. Who knew what she was planning in that head of hers. Although, he knew she could not last probably a day out in these parts. It was that time of night when most spiders were out hunting. They were hunting for anything or anyone that was foolish enough to wander into there lair. She no doubt, would be captured like some poor bug in a spider web. Finally looking away from her, he toyed flippantly with the rope he was holding. The rope trailed across the ground until coming to her bonds.
Finally resting back on the log, he looked to the skies again. Meanwhile Victoria looked over at the sleeping men again. Each one of their eyes opened as if dead. A shudder ran through her. They reminded her of creatures out of a novel.
"They look like they belong in a Tolkien novel." She murmured. Letting out another breath, she startlingly felt sleep threatening to overpower her again. Before she could resist the temptation, she slowly slid off the log, her eyes closing. Rialan sat up when this happened and looked over her. Fast asleep, he said in his thoughts. Feeling the wind go by, he slowly got and dug around in his small travel bag. Pulling out his cloak, he approached his mysterious prisoner. Leaning down over her small form, he pulled the cloak over her. Then retuning to his place across from her, he sat there and watched.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Hehehehe, hopefully u like this whole re rediting process I have started. Hope u liked it!
Namaarie!
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She could not move. She dare not move. Whatever that was digging in the back of her tender back could mean her death. All she had been doing was sitting completely still, her thoughts lost within the misting warps of her mind. Sleep had just overtaken her, when something like the tip of a sharp knife settled its resting place firmly at the base of her neck. Her body could not even tremble with shock or fear. All she could do was sit there, her eyes impossibly large. That's when a voice spoke. It was soft, yet it held the power of a dangerous assassin who was just about to slay its helpless prey. The voice reminded her of the glorious church bells she heard every Sunday morning outside her bedroom window.
"Turn around mortal." The voice hissed, the voice tinted with a sharp, beautiful accent. He sounded possibly British? Unconsciously, Victoria let out a shuddered breath. Willing the feeling back into her limbs to follow whoever made the demand, she moved slowly. The prickle in the back of her neck disappeared but she knew it was still there. Whatever, or whoever had caught her was not about to let her free. Ever so slowly, she turned around; her eyes strayed to the ground. She could not dare to look up. All she could see were strange brown booted legs. Her sweaty palms seem to stick impossibly onto the green grass, her breaths almost shaky. She could feel eyes. A pair of very strong eyes. Looking up very briefly, an arrow seemed to be pointed right between her eyes. Not bothering to look at the booted person, she gazed down at the ground again. That's when it struck her. Why had he called her mortal? Since when had anyone ever referred to her as a species?
"I demand to know who you are and why you dare trespass into the wood of Oropher." The voice said again. The wood? This time, she had to look up. As her leaf green eyes focused on the sight before her, she could not help but wonder again if she was dead. A man stood before her. Was he really a man? Perhaps an angel? Long blazing hair of blond glimmered like the sun itself in the bleak darkness of the forest. Keen, penetrating, silver star like eyes looked down at her in all their intensity. There was great poignant power in those eyes. Upon his tall, lithe body, he wore a strange tunic of dark green, gold embroidery woven into the hems. Around his slender waist was a leather belt woven in vast intricate designs. Rather tight leggings covered his slim, long legs. The man seemed to have jumped in from the time of the Renaissance. Lastly, but certainly not least, he held with great care, a long bow. Notched expertly with great dexterity, a golden feathered arrow was aimed. It was aimed right for her. The sight of the arrow right in her face took only a second to register in her mind. Diving to the ground, she folded her arms over her head in desperate protection.
"Get up and answer my question. Enough of this ignorance and speak!" He thundered, his voice pounding in her head. Slowly raising her head to look over him anew, she gingerly got to her feet, cautious of the strongly aimed arrow. A feature about him that first went unnoticed when she was blinded by his beauty now came into sight. From under the silky strands of golden hair were ears. Normally this would have gone unnoticed had it been for the slight difference in his ears and hers. The man had unusually pointed, leaf shaped ears. The delicate point captured her attention, making her blood freeze. This had too be some sick joke. Before she could answer his question, words flew from her mouth.
"What are you?..." She whispered, her eyes narrowing into suspicious and cautious slits. The fair man seemed taken aback by her question and gritted his teeth, causing his handsome cheekbones to tighten gently. Never once loosening the hold on his bow, he leaned over with a glare on his fair face. Whatever he was, he was certainly beautiful, she thought to herself silently. The tips of her fidgeting toes dug slightly into the dirt of the ground, marking her place. No fear, she repeated in her head. Considering all that had happened already, the words seemed to have lost all meaning, she miserably thought with an inaudible snort. For the first time, she looked into his piercing eyes. There was a distinct wisdom and strength she saw. She wished something like that was mirrored in her own eyes. She was not at all far from strength, but wisdom however was a whole other story.
"I am the only one asking questions mortal, so I would find it wise if you held your tongue!" He ordered, his eyes tearing into hers. For a moment, his words rung in her ears. Then anger swelled within her. This was the second time she was being held at weapon point by a male. Each time, she had been ordered around, causing her to fear for her own life! How dare he even tell her to shut her mouth. All she had done was sit in the forest. Unless there was some new code of law that prohibited sitting on grass, he had no reason to talk to her in such a way. The desire to raise her fist in contact with his pretty face pulsated deeply within her, but she kept still for the arrow that remained unmoving between her eyes. The only thing she could do while controlling her anger mixed with fear was snarl very slightly. This seemed all right with him however.
"Who are you? And why do you dare trespass into these forbidden lands?" He asked again. Trespass into these forbidden lands? She did not exactly ask to be taken to wherever the hell she was. Since when was it illegal to walk in the forest, she thought to herself. This was all too strange. Whatever this man was, he was definitely out of this world. He seemed to take her silence as failure of will to answer. Glaring dangerously, he lowered the bow from her sweating face. Taking in a relieved breath, it was quickly choked in her throat as he grabbed her hands. A rope seemed to have slithered out of his sleeve as he began to tie it roughly around her hands. Victoria gasped at this, her eyes blazing as she attempted to wrench her hands away from his. He gritted his teeth against her struggle, forcing the ropes tighter. At last, they were tied in more knots she could count. Her large eyes met his once more, before he grabbed the end rope of her bonds and pulled her in his direction. He pulled her like some sort of poor dog tied on a leash!
"Are all your kind so frivolous and fool headed?" He asked. Unknown to her, he could not really agree with his own words. He knew of great people in the world of men. Elrond Halfelven himself had once been but a mortal. The words that had come out of his mouth more or less came out of people like Isil. But he could not deny that this one particular mortal girl was being very foolish. She seemed to have lost the will to speak and kept looking at him as if he were some fiendish creature. It had been long since the last time they found a mortal wandering around aimlessly in the wood of his king. He thought that by now the humans would stay clear of these parts. They knew the tales and facts. The king and son of Oropher were not too keen on humans in his realm. Surely she knew that she might pay very dearly. No doubt about that. Still, he found it almost disrespectful that she would not answer his questions. The tall elf could feel her green eyes burning into the back of his head. The strange girl had retrieved her voice after a few moments of silence.
"What are you?..." She asked again, repeating the only words she dare ask him. He stopped abruptly for a moment, causing her to collide with his shoulder. After a minute of just staring at her, he began to walk again without answering her question. Were the ears not obvious? Some mortals really were dullards, he thought to himself.
Meanwhile Victoria was seeing red as she continued to be pulled along on her 'leash'. Where he was taking her, she did not know. Victoria was not quite sure she desired to know. Looking down at her bonds, she began to furiously rub her wrists together. The rope seemed to have slithered around both her hands, creating vast turns and knots that she could never pull out. It seemed that as she tried pulling the rope away, it only tightened around her fingers. She continued her pathetic attempt at releasing her bonds for the next quarter of an hour when his voice shattered her concentration. Without even looking at her, he spoke.
"You will never untie those bonds. I would just keep still and follow me if you wish to continue living." He said with a soft voice. Her jaw opened slightly as she stared at his back before being replaced with a very sour expression. She searched the back of his golden head for a pair of secret eyes, but found only glittering silky hair. Victoria dropped her tied hands back down in front of her stomach and let out the most inaudible sigh. Her legs began to ache and her stomach was howling like and injured dog because of its empty pits. It was then that he pulled her through a couple of small hedges that they entered what looked like a small camping area. On the other side of some large bushes were about four other men who looked uncannily like him. She glared dangerously at him as he gently touched her shoulders and pushed her down to sit on a log. As she looked again at the seemingly resting men, she noticed another thing about them that caused her to stare. Their eyes remained open and unseeing as they lay there. What planet did I land on? She thought to herself.
The silver eyes fellow sat down a few feet away from her, his eyes never leaving her. Leaning back against a tree stump, he took his time to gaze upon her. The strange young girl sat their glaring daggers at him. She had green eyes that were somewhat large. They glowed in the darkness like an owl, and it reminded him of a cat when it left the light. Long brown hair framed her face as she gazed witheringly at him. Her body sat very still indeed and she wore very unworldly clothing. After a soft sigh, he spoke to her.
"What is your name? Unless of course, you rather I call you 'girl'?" He asked, his eyes searching for any signs of stars from where he sat under the dark canopy of trees. He heard her let out a snort. Looking back down at her, he waited for any sort of answer.
"Why exactly, should I tell you? You have not told me why you felt it your right to hold me at arrow point, and then take me as some sort of prisoner." She said all of this in one simple breath. Her eyes were very cold, no sign of anything but anger in her orbs. Narrowing his eyes only slightly, he wondered silently if she knew that the lands of Thranduil were forbidden to mortals.
"You are to tell me your name because I asked you too. I held you at arrow point because you are treading upon grounds that your feet are not allowed on." He shot back, his voice calm and almost dazed. Then, before she could sat but a word, he then said,
"And you, girl, who at the moment remains unnamed, did not follow strict orders of speaking your business. Now, I will take you to face my king. I would think that a mortal would rather speak then face the wrath of Thranduil." He said gently. Turning his silver eyes back on hers, he could see confusion swarming there like a quickly gathering cloud. Looking completely bewildered for a split moment, she then asked.
"Who the hell is Thranduil and where exactly am I?" She asked. Even in the darkness, she could see that his eyes widened considerably larger. He was surprised. But she silently wondered why the name Thranduil seemed point somewhere in her mind. Wait a moment, Victoria stopped and wondered again if she was dead. King? Since when did someone have a king? She thought it somewhat impossible for her to be anywhere out of the United States where there was a king. Yes, this is a joke, she thought. There is no king, and those were certainly not real pointed ears. The urge to lunge and him and rip them off flashed before her mind. Well he still had a bow, and she did not dare move herself from the log. She then asked him again.
"Where am I?..." She asked again, her eyes narrowing. The smallest of smirks found its way onto his nicely shaped lips.
"Since you fail to answer my questions, I will decline of answering your own." He said, quite cheekily. If she did not know better, he was smiling. But he kept his face very much void, something that was often done by a warrior. Glaring suddenly at him, she turned her eyes to the forest. She felt as if the trees were watching her. As a whirlwind of leaves passed by, she shivered gently. Wishing that she had thrown on a heavier coat when she left her house, she thought about life. Everyday is was quite the same. First, a day of monotonous school. There was nothing at school to be happy about. It was not like she had any friends that she could confine in. But that mattered not. She rather the fine peacefulness of silence and solitude over a group of brainless giggling teens. Then after school, she found herself at home where she hated it most. Her foster parents were perhaps the greatest enemies she could think of. Victoria often wondered why they adopted her in the first place. Guess they needed the monthly check, she thought to herself bitterly. Would they even miss me? She said in her mind. Letting out a snort of derisive doubt, she almost started to laugh. They? Miss her? It was quite amusing when she truly thought about it. The man that sat across from her was still gazing at her.
"What are you looking at?..." She hissed. He seemed to have awoken from a trance. He then smirked despite himself.
"I was just pondering what my lord will do with you." Rialan almost laughed at what he said. That was definitely something Isil would say. He didn't think that the king would really harm her, but he did wonder what was going to happen with her. He could not help but have said that though. Frankly, he had become rather impatient with her lack of speaking. Her suspicious statue like stillness kept him on his guard. Who knew what she was planning in that head of hers. Although, he knew she could not last probably a day out in these parts. It was that time of night when most spiders were out hunting. They were hunting for anything or anyone that was foolish enough to wander into there lair. She no doubt, would be captured like some poor bug in a spider web. Finally looking away from her, he toyed flippantly with the rope he was holding. The rope trailed across the ground until coming to her bonds.
Finally resting back on the log, he looked to the skies again. Meanwhile Victoria looked over at the sleeping men again. Each one of their eyes opened as if dead. A shudder ran through her. They reminded her of creatures out of a novel.
"They look like they belong in a Tolkien novel." She murmured. Letting out another breath, she startlingly felt sleep threatening to overpower her again. Before she could resist the temptation, she slowly slid off the log, her eyes closing. Rialan sat up when this happened and looked over her. Fast asleep, he said in his thoughts. Feeling the wind go by, he slowly got and dug around in his small travel bag. Pulling out his cloak, he approached his mysterious prisoner. Leaning down over her small form, he pulled the cloak over her. Then retuning to his place across from her, he sat there and watched.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Hehehehe, hopefully u like this whole re rediting process I have started. Hope u liked it!
Namaarie!