Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the lord of the rings world. ONly Victoria, Ithlen, Rialan, Isil.
THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!!! but im still not sure if i should continue it under broken or not. I want to leave it under broken though, so maybe i'll just do that. But to warn. its gonna be mad long!
and to say, this chapter is not the actual war. its just an attack. The actual long awaited war is near the end of the story.
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"Tula sinome Lothamin.." Legolas said to her.
"Holy hobbit, Victoria you really have one hell of a knack for getting yourself into these problems.." Victoria said to her herself in her reeling mind.
The girl sat stiffly in front of him for a moment before reluctantly crawling over to the elf. The boat gently swayed under their combined weight. He drew his hand and let it move to her waist.
Legolas softly pulled the surprised girl to him. She did not pull away nor flinch, which surprised him to a great deal, though he was very pleased.. Victoria gently and hesitantly settled against him. After a moment, she lay her head down upon his chest like a pillow. She could feel his heart beating fast. Her legs settled down next to his, her toes curling up. The elf prince sighed against her, marveling how perfectly she fit there in his arms. Like she was molded to fit in place.
"I just want to feel close to you.." He whispered into her hair. Legolas closed his arm tightly around her waist, a sense of protectiveness for her coming over him. His fingers were stroking her hair with the utmost care and his other hand was gliding up and down her back. He knew not, that soon he would feel so bare without her settled within his touch.
Meanwhile, Victoria could scarcely believe she had allowed herself so willingly to do what took place. But as that familiar wave of warmth filled her head, she could not help but close her heavy eyes. Suddenly feeling deprived of heat, The only warmth was him. Seeming to sense this, Legolas wrapped his arm more tightly providing a blanket of warmth. She was ice-cream, slowly melting away so close to him. As her nose took in that oh too familiar beautiful scent of his body, she smiled softly. The smell flowed through her nostrils making her lightheaded as if like a drug.
Even Legolas had to confess to himself that he felt weary. Resting his golden head upon her dark one, the scent of her bought an oh so dreamy smile to his lips.
Meanwhile Victoria's eyes had bulged as she was thrown into having an outside image again. It was in that moment of time that she could see both her and Legolas' expression. And then she took a deep plunging peer into her heart. The rumbling began..Like the process of weathering, the second wall began to break down..The wall seemed to roar in protest but nonetheless in slow motion it plummeted to the ground in eroded ruins. Each little speck, each little pebble from the wall faded away into nothing. As Victoria saw this outside image, she squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face deeper into Legolas' chest. She knew it now..She was breaking..only two more walls and she would be vulnerable to the heart..Would someone find how unprotected she would be, and then claim her heart as their own?..
'This cannot be happening!!' She screamed in her thoughts.
Before the thoughts could ramble ever more in her pained mind, The maiden had fallen into a deep slumber.. Legolas then gently looked down upon her peaceful features. Soft skin, he loved so much to touch..Long silky wave like hair, he loved to feel between his fingers, Those green eyes that he would forever love..Full lips....The elf ran his finger over her features at a ginger pace.
His index finger first caressed over the bridge of her small nose and then over each closed eyelid, careful not wake her. His touch was so light and feathery..
His exploring caress then went across her soft forehead and then down each pale cheek.. Only did his eyes search very intensively when his finger stopped on her lips. They were perfect..He could not help but wonder if she had been kissed on the lips before..How would those petal shaped lips feel across his?..Soft and tender? He felt the fresh desire to find out for himself but knew that it would be very space invading, especially with a warrior like Victoria who was sleeping so soundly. Not to mention, first kisses had to be special..with love and sweetness..He then wondered with slightly dark dim eyes if Victoria would ever experience this..Who would she let into the stone?..
The elf prince let his own soft lips trail across her forehead with soft delightful kisses. If he could only savor each moment. If she had been awake, he could only imagine her expression. Now as he lay with his arms enveloping her, he found a lost peace finally be settled within his heart and soul..
Like that, he looked once more at her tranquil face while moving a stray tendril of hair to behind her ear, then he finally fell under the deep spell of slumber..
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Victoria awoke with a small yawn. Only did she realize she was laying upon someone when she felt strong arms cased securely around her. Looking down, she was met with a pair of those beautiful blue eyes. They looked aside her with a glassy appearance. He was still asleep. Victoria almost gasped in surprise.. She had slept almost on top of him the whole night, and now it could have looked like they were kissing or making love. With that blushing thought in mind, she tried to wriggle herself from his arms.
An expression of dismay crossed her face as his warm arms closed even tighter around her, stopping her movement. She could feel his heart beat from under her. Victoria could not help but let her hand go to his soft cheek. Thoughts wavered through her mind. How could the skin of a man be so soft?..
Letting her fingers softly close his eyelids, she just gazed at him, her face so close to his. He was so perfect.. The most beautiful creature she had ever seen..Legolas had the features of a glowing angel. Giving up on attempting to get out of his tight embrace, she silently let her hands glide down across the column of his neck and down to his chest where she drew small circles with her finger across the fabric of his tunic. Only did she snap her head up when she felt him softly stir from under her.. His eyes fluttered open slowly. Upon settling on her face, a gentle smile curled onto his lips.
"To what do I owe to see the face of such a beauty when I awake?.." He asked softly. Victoria could not help but smile. Sweet..He was so sweet to her that some found it very difficult that they once loathed eachother..A silent question soared through her mind as she looked upon him. What did she do to deserve affection from these elves when she had treated them so poorly during first acquaintances?..But maybe somehow, these were the people that would always be there for her. To give her their love and tender care..At the thought of love, Victoria almost scowled.
She would always be hard to read. At times she was there being the friend that she had become to the elves a long while ago, but at other times, she pulled back into her cold shell.
Victoria then had squirmed slightly. Legolas noticed that he had her in a strong embrace and then with a blush let her go. He could not help but shiver as an almost cold chill enveloped him at the loss of her warmth. She sat up in the boat and yawned while stretching her arms above her head. Her limbs were stiff yet she climbed out of the boat wand was greeted with streams of sunlight as they seeped in through the willow curtain. Legolas followed her steps while gathering their things. They had a small journey back to Mirkwood grounds, so they had best start soon.
Once the two had gathered their things, the twosome climbed into the Elven boat and once more were traveling down the river. The two close friends talked in soft pleasant conversation, like the good friends they were.
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Victoria's mind was simply reeling. How did she end up sleeping the whole night in the arms of a male!? Not too long ago, she would have flinched at the through but now she welcomed it. She could not deny that she felt utterly complete in his embrace...and when she looked upon him..There were no words that could describe the intoxicating swept up feeling...
The two had returned the Elven boat to an elf fisherman and were now sprinting through the forest side by side. Legolas had his Lorien bow strapped to his back, it slightly bobbing up and down as he ran. Somehow the prince would not stop to rest. He knew Victoria was tired but he did not stop. He could feel it..Evil was afoot...
"Hey uh Legolas! Could we like stop for a sec!?" Victoria asked him as she tried to run beside him. She was breathing heavily but Legolas looked as if not breaking a sweat. Her arms moved side by side in sync as she sprinted while a light throb ran through her legs.
"We cannot! We are being followed!" Legolas replied to her sternly, gently tugging on her arm to move faster. She looked behind but saw nothing. Thinking that perhaps he elf sprinting next to her was loosing his mind, she slowed down. The pure healer required rest.. She needed nourishment..Only did she jolt forward in a fast run, when she heard the distinct ear haunting howl of an orc.
"Orcs!.." She muttered to herself with narrowed eyes. Legolas was leading the way through the maze like forests. He became well aware that the orcs were gaining on them. His Elven ears picked up at least twenty to twenty-five pairs of heavy orc boots, signifying that the orcs were indeed running after them on there trail. But he knew that orcs traveled in heavy packs and that there would be indeed more. The prince of Mirkwood could only hope that the elves of his home would sense the approaching sinister force, and come to their rescue.
Legolas felt a sudden burst of cold fear. The fear of Victoria's safety. His blue eyes scanned the area for any site of the foul beast. His orbs then glanced hurriedly down to the woman sprinting at his side. He knew that she needed rest desperately. After all, they had been running for more then an hour. Her sword glowed in the sunlight from where it was held, strapped to her back. It caught dancing gleaming rays of light as it moved in sync with her movement. Legolas knew that she would have to use her sword that afternoon.. War drew closer to his home.. He then could only hope that when it finally did happen, that the elves would still stand once more in victory.
Removing the bow from his back, Legolas gripped it tightly, his eyes exploring the deep horizons of the murky forests. His dark eyebrows were drawn together with a regal and hard expression. Victoria saw him ready himself for an attack, so she drew her sword, it flashing like burning silver.
The battle hardened warriors quickened their already soaring speed on their legs through the rather rough terrain's of the forest floor. Legolas nearly flew over the ground, his feet not making a sound. Victoria, from her many lessons with Rialan, had learned to be a bit more softer in foot, therefore just making a silent pitter patter with her boots. She gave a surprised yelp when a dark blade flew past her face like a boomerang and into a nearby tree, ready to hack her head off. They jumped away as orc screeches filled the air. Legolas had notched an arrow before Victoria could see what was happening and had embedded it deep into the neck of one of the many beasts.
The two of them managed to hide in some nearby bushes with ran along a river so that their smell could not be known to the orcs, for they had the malicious ability to smell any kind of flesh. Victoria let relief flood over her as they stopped to regain their needed breath. But through the small gaps in the bush, they could see the orcs circling around the clearing, their scaly noses held to the air for there were the smallest hints of the scent of elf flesh.
Legolas was murmuring to himself in erratic Elvish. Victoria jabbed in the ribs to quit it. He looked to her, a distinct emotion flashing through his eyes.
"What do we do?.." Victoria leaned over and whispered in his ear. He leaned over, never taking his eyes off of the foul monsters.
"We must use the element of surprise.." Legolas whispered in response. Victoria studied the orcs, silent pondering for an idea. The elf beside her did the same. Then an idea came to her.
"Legolas what we need is some bait.." She whispered. He glanced at her, surprise masking his face. He was clearly surprised that it was she that came up with such a good idea.
"I have an idea.." She then murmured to him and moved to crawl away to devise in her plan but Legolas softly pulled her arm back and placed a hand to her cheek. His eyes were gentle. Victoria forgot for a moment about the task at hand as his eyes stared into hers.
"Be carefull.." He whispered. She smiled into his touch and nodded her head before crawling away silently, his eyes watching her protectively. He knew not what her idea of bait was, but he vowed to himself to let nothing happen to the girl. He then let gaze falter from her and to the orcs that were growing restless.
Meanwhile Victoria almost snorted to herself and she quietly climbed a large tree. The orcs did not see her, but were becoming routy for food. Secretly, she knew deep inside her plan would be a success. Leaves brushed across her hands as she gripped the branches tightly, them being her only support. When she finally was high above the ground and in the high branches, she took in a shuddered breath as she prepared herself for her plan. It was like going out to perform a play in front of an audience. Below she could see Legolas huddled low in the bushes. Stepping out from her cover in the leafy canopy, she walked slowly onto a large branch so that she could be seen by the orcs. She was going to hand them the bait.
"HELLO DOWN THERE!" Victoria shouted, cupping her hands down to them. The orcs turned and looked up. Upon seeing the nymph like girl in the trees, evil devilish grins snaked onto their horrid faces. She glanced at Legolas for a split second to see him staring at her with bulging eyes. Victoria was using herself as bait!
"Hi there! You look kinda hungry!" Victoria said in her most feminine tone. They gave her certainly hungry expressions while howling up at her like a wolf on the moon. Victoria smirked.
"I'm sure, you would like some flesh just about now.." She shouted down to them in a seductive tone. Meanwhile Legolas raked his fingers through his hair nearly driving himself to insanity. He could not believe she was doing this..The orcs would do anything to get to her.
It was slow torture to the orcs that were circling the tree, licking their lips and grinding their teeth together. Such fowl desire ran through them in black waves.
Legolas was slowly edging out of his hiding spot, his eyes never leaving the girl he so cared about in the trees above.
"Yeah!? You want some of this!?" Victoria asked the orcs with a smirk as she placed a hand to the side of her thighs. They nodded almost like crazed boy teenagers, going through the rough intense stages of hormones. She knew the actions that she was doing was working successfully. But in reality, she thought it to be disgusting. She could just gag at the thought of doing that as if it were her nature, but since in fact she was only acting.
She proved to be a good actress by the way the monsters below were responding.
"Why don't you come down here!? You look mighty tasty!" One of them grunted up to her, a foul ring in his tone. Victoria nearly shivered. What horrid beasts..But nonetheless, Victoria flashed them a grin while swaying her hips back and forth while twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. She knew she looked like a ditzy airhead, but that was the point.
"Come down tree nymph! we will try to be gentle while we ravish you, but we are not promising anything!" One shouted up to her. Victoria nearly vomited there and then at the thought of them touching her.
"A tree nymph am I!? No, what if I said that I was an elf?!.." Victoria asked in her most over exaggerated tone. They roared in response.
"Yes, I know you boys just love elf flesh...So you want some of this flesh!?" She continued to ask them, stalling for as long as possible, while Legolas crawled out of the bushes behind them like a frisky kitten. Victoria could not help but like to mess around with such brainless creatures. Their minds were in a vulnerable state. They sort of reminded her of some of the boys at her high school.
Legolas who had been silently tiptoeing, quiet as a mouse was momentarily distracted by Victoria's little show. Almost dropping his bow in the process, he watched her for a split moment before falling flat back into reality and began to sneak again while slowly taking an arrow from the quiver at his back.
She watched the elf abruptly from the treetop but then suddenly yelped when she felt the branch from which she was perched, begin to shake. Grasping helplessly to the body of the tree, the orcs below uttered grunts and growls as they shook the tree with all their build up might. Hunger was at their peak..Hardened determination grew in them, as they shook and shook. They would not stop until they could at last sink their fangs into her tender skin.
Legolas knew it was time for the plan to go into action, so with great agility, the elf prince notched an arrow. No sooner was it thrusted deeply into the body of an orc. It fell dead in a loud heap. Before the others could turn, a bombard of powerful arrows took the life from their bodies along with their last breath. Among the chaos, a sudden whiz of metal flashed by.
Victoria had climbed down into the lower branches and then with great stealth, jumped from the infinite tree and into the brawl below. Like a beam of light her body sailed down, her sword reared like a spear. Only did she land on her feet when he trusted blade had struck the flesh of an orc. Wasting no time, the two companions slew through their enemies. Legolas moved like a quickly shifting golden flame as his alacrity won over him. His loyal Elven blade moved like spinning batons as they diced through black scaly skin.
Victoria had silently thanked Rialan for he always had took up a chance to train her ever more in the eager skill of the blade. Now as her sword whizzed through the air singing, she could not help but think bitterly for this was but a taste of the terror of the war.
Her eyes landed on the elf prince. He was a stature of awe. He moved with such legerity, that it could have put even the enemy on the spot with stilled wonder. Victoria then drew the daggers from her Elven boots and like her well training only yesterday that morning, she drove it through the groin of an orc. With a snort, she could have swore that the creature crossed it's black beady eyes in pain before keeling over. Driving her sword into the cold bleak desolate heart, she charged into her enemies once more.
But fear seized her momentarily when more orcs burst in through the clearing like ants on an ant hill. Her hair whipped up around her face as she blocked a blow. Grabbing the fierce elf prince by the arm, she dragged him into a run out of the clearing and back onto the path to palace grounds.
"What are you doing?! Why do we run from battle?" Legolas cried, wrestling his arm free while he ran beside her.
"That would explain it sir elf." Victoria said still running while jabbing a finger behind her shoulder. His blue eyes followed behind them to see the orcs on their trail, their numbers building with every moment. It seemed that the two friends always found themselves in a squabble.
"We need help, and quick" Victoria hissed to him. Her prayer was answered when at that moment as they both ran for their lives, a stream of arrows sailed through the air like a rainfall and struck the beats dead. Like a wave of light, a pack of Mirkwood elves sprinted down the hill like the dam being released from Isenguard. As they ran with great lithe speed, their large curved bows and blades glimmered like the relit hope that burst into the hearts of Legolas and Victoria.
"It appears that you needed some help!" Rialan yelled to them as he ran gracefully by, and then with a big grin drove his blade into the first orc. Victoria smiled widely and then took forth her weapon out. Legolas, like lightning whipped his knives between his fingers like chop sticks before slamming it clean through one of the creatures skull.
The fighting pure healer, could not help but stare in wonder at them. They moved in great unison as if in dance, with such graceful movements as if in a ballet. Their blades sliced through the enemy with a clean sound before taking on the next herd of orcs that dared to approach these beautiful assassins. There boots made no sound as they almost floated across the ground. Only did Victoria snap back to reality when she felt thick arms close around her. A rather large orc closed it's dirty arms tightly around her body.
Victoria screamed angrily, but before she could stomp on it's foot to release it's hold around her, a twin orc had lifted her legs up, so that she was being carried away.
"Let me go! you stupid pieces of shit!" Victoria screamed, her body thrashing wildly trying to escape their hold. They growled between devilish laughing while they proceeded to carry her away. Fear grew in her heart, as they wrestled her sword free and threw it carelessly to the ground. It fell with a loud clammer but her cries were almost lost among the sound of battle. She was whimpering now. She was so scared. Scarred that they would touch her..scared that they would hurt her...and worst of all, scared that they would kill her...
She snarled and twisted her body around, making it difficult for them to carry her. She would do anything to stall. Anything to prolong until they killed her.
Victoria then screamed one name. The only name that came to her mind. The name she screamed and wanted to hear before she could ever die.
"Legolas!!!!" She screamed, her voice cutting over the sounds of death, and metal.
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Legolas had just pulled back his blade from the heart of an orc when it seemed like time had somehow stopped..Orcs froze in place, their black red beady eyes completely blank. Her knew somehow, that this strange fatigue feeling was only revolving around him. His woodland kin was certainly still moving. Small beads of sweat fell down their foreheads like a slow drip of a faucet. Golden blond hair seemed like burning light next to the dreary darkness of the orcs. Only did the elf prince came out of this dazed dejavu, when he heard his name being screamed. Her voice called to his heart, bathed in fear. He immediately knew whom so called his name.
Still in the lost time space, he turned toward the direction of the scream and his eyes grew wide. Victoria was at the edge of the battlefield, being carried away by the orcs. One held her upper body while two others had firm hold of her feet and legs. Her body was thrashing wildly in protest. Her eyes met his and everything collided.
A snarl formed on his lips. How dare they touch her! Anger quickly mixed with fear. She would die if he did not save her. He already knew of the horrid fate that awaited her if he was too late. The thought of her dead pained him so much that as he began to run to her, his heart began to ache. He slashed through the creatures that dared to come into his path of wrath. The elf became a blaze of anger as he drove through the enemy.
Meanwhile Victoria had a hand forced over her mouth to muffle a scream. Following her instincts, she bit as hard as she could into the tough skin. The orc howled in pain, nearly dropping her in the process. Her eyes were narrowed but squeezed shut when he gave her a backhand slap to the face. Pain racked her vision but nonetheless twisted her body stubbornly.
The battle around was drawing to a close but she knew, that the orcs carrying her would be too far out of site in hope of being slued. Victoria knew not that Legolas was picking up speed as he ran to her.
Anyway, Rialan slew down his enemy when he felt someone nearly knock him over. He whipped his head up to see Legolas like a flash of brilliant light as he ran by faster then he had ever seen into the direction of the battlefield. Following his gaze, in the near distance, he could see a few wild orcs cruelly hauling Victoria away from battle.
Fear meshed down upon his thoughts for his good friend. Like a twin, he followed behind Legolas. The orcs were either fleeing into the deepest of the forest or in the steady process of being slaughtered.
Legolas could hear Victoria's muffled shouts and screams and before long, with a great scream of fury, he severed the head of the orc in one fluid motion. Victoria fell in a heap upon the ground but looked up as the elf prince worked. Her eyes were wide. He was like a killing machine as he diced through the orcs until the black blood lay in pools upon the forest floor, staining the green grass. He bared his grit teeth, wild blond hair flying up in waves. At last, what was left of the creatures that were to haul her away, lay on the ground forever dead.
Victoria lay numbly on the ground trembling at the realization of what would happen if Legolas did not save her. The elf prince turned from his fallen enemy to see the pure healer laying dimly with glazed eyes. He rushed to her side and gently gathered her in his arms. His eyes searched hers.
"Are you allright lothamin?" Legolas asked in a whisper. Her wide eyes found hers and she just nodded. The elf prince let his fingers graze softly over the red mark on her face from getting hit. His forehead met hers as he whispered softly in elvish to calm the trembling girl. He momentarily looked up when Rialan ran into the clearing, catching his breath. The weaponsmith approached them, his eyes falling on the in shock girl.
"Is she allright?" Rialan asked curiously for her welfare. The prince nodded and then returned his attention to Victoria. Gently taking her hands in his, he lifted the mute girl to her unstable feet. She was silent as she regained her footing..
The elf prince of Mirkwood simply could not explain the anger that had vamped through him. It was like he was lost in a wasteland, his rage and fury making the grass burn to a crisp black as he passed by. The sky had turned red with the blood of slaying taking place. But now that she was allright, the anger seemed to melt away. He was not accustomed to feeling such worrying emotions of one's safety. Sure he worried, but not until the point that it pained his heart to see her hurt.
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Victoria emerged from the water, gentle waves lapping against her skin. She stood in her bathtub, washing the dirt from her tired body. It was about two hours ago that they returned to Mirkwood, the Elven soldiers tired from fighting. She had to admit that she felt shooken up inside. Sure she knew that she was indeed a warrior and not some little maiden, but still she could be on the vulnerable side because she was a woman. It proved only a small while ago. A stubborn scowl formed deeply on her features.
"I shall not have it! I am no house woman!" She said defiantly. Getting out of her bathtub and wrapping herself tightly with a fluffy robe, she sat on her bed. Because she was a woman and because of what happened today, she might be treated differently now. Anger threaded through her body. Jumping up from her bed and bringing a clenched fist to her heart, she made her vows.
"I shall go down in history..As one of the greatest woman warriors of all time. I will not fear death nor pain. Shall I get glory from death, I care not. For my valor will live forever.." Victoria nodded to herself with a proud grin. She knew she sounded a bit arrogant, she did not care at that moment. Little did she know, that her vows would come true. She stood tall and when it came to her goals and ambitions, she followed them to the end. Victoria then felt a little bit better but her eyes immediately darkened.
She could no longer deny that she felt something when around the crowned prince of Mirkwood. It was something that could not be bluntly ignored, and something that would chew her up inside. With those horrid fearful thoughts in mind, it quickly dispersed the fearless confidence she felt only moments ago. Ringing her fingers through her wet stringy hair she went over and sat on her floor. she gently brought her knees to her chest.
I front of her, was a mirror. Her body length mirror. Victoria's reflection starred back at her as she leaned her head against the Elven wood chest that was next to her. Taking in a breath, she sang.
Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
There's a heart that must be free to fly
That burns with a need to know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
(A/N: The lyrics were really important in character with Victoria. I am not really the biggest fan to Christina Aguilera but i really like this song. this song was called reflections)
She took a deep breath in when done with her song, and then buried her face in her arms before falling asleep..
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A/N: OMG!! so sorry about that long wait!!!!!!!! I have so much school crap!!! but im sorry if this chapter sucked. anyways got to go and do homework.
next chapter should be..well im not sure actually..
namaarie R&R!
THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS!!!! but im still not sure if i should continue it under broken or not. I want to leave it under broken though, so maybe i'll just do that. But to warn. its gonna be mad long!
and to say, this chapter is not the actual war. its just an attack. The actual long awaited war is near the end of the story.
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"Tula sinome Lothamin.." Legolas said to her.
"Holy hobbit, Victoria you really have one hell of a knack for getting yourself into these problems.." Victoria said to her herself in her reeling mind.
The girl sat stiffly in front of him for a moment before reluctantly crawling over to the elf. The boat gently swayed under their combined weight. He drew his hand and let it move to her waist.
Legolas softly pulled the surprised girl to him. She did not pull away nor flinch, which surprised him to a great deal, though he was very pleased.. Victoria gently and hesitantly settled against him. After a moment, she lay her head down upon his chest like a pillow. She could feel his heart beating fast. Her legs settled down next to his, her toes curling up. The elf prince sighed against her, marveling how perfectly she fit there in his arms. Like she was molded to fit in place.
"I just want to feel close to you.." He whispered into her hair. Legolas closed his arm tightly around her waist, a sense of protectiveness for her coming over him. His fingers were stroking her hair with the utmost care and his other hand was gliding up and down her back. He knew not, that soon he would feel so bare without her settled within his touch.
Meanwhile, Victoria could scarcely believe she had allowed herself so willingly to do what took place. But as that familiar wave of warmth filled her head, she could not help but close her heavy eyes. Suddenly feeling deprived of heat, The only warmth was him. Seeming to sense this, Legolas wrapped his arm more tightly providing a blanket of warmth. She was ice-cream, slowly melting away so close to him. As her nose took in that oh too familiar beautiful scent of his body, she smiled softly. The smell flowed through her nostrils making her lightheaded as if like a drug.
Even Legolas had to confess to himself that he felt weary. Resting his golden head upon her dark one, the scent of her bought an oh so dreamy smile to his lips.
Meanwhile Victoria's eyes had bulged as she was thrown into having an outside image again. It was in that moment of time that she could see both her and Legolas' expression. And then she took a deep plunging peer into her heart. The rumbling began..Like the process of weathering, the second wall began to break down..The wall seemed to roar in protest but nonetheless in slow motion it plummeted to the ground in eroded ruins. Each little speck, each little pebble from the wall faded away into nothing. As Victoria saw this outside image, she squeezed her eyes shut and buried her face deeper into Legolas' chest. She knew it now..She was breaking..only two more walls and she would be vulnerable to the heart..Would someone find how unprotected she would be, and then claim her heart as their own?..
'This cannot be happening!!' She screamed in her thoughts.
Before the thoughts could ramble ever more in her pained mind, The maiden had fallen into a deep slumber.. Legolas then gently looked down upon her peaceful features. Soft skin, he loved so much to touch..Long silky wave like hair, he loved to feel between his fingers, Those green eyes that he would forever love..Full lips....The elf ran his finger over her features at a ginger pace.
His index finger first caressed over the bridge of her small nose and then over each closed eyelid, careful not wake her. His touch was so light and feathery..
His exploring caress then went across her soft forehead and then down each pale cheek.. Only did his eyes search very intensively when his finger stopped on her lips. They were perfect..He could not help but wonder if she had been kissed on the lips before..How would those petal shaped lips feel across his?..Soft and tender? He felt the fresh desire to find out for himself but knew that it would be very space invading, especially with a warrior like Victoria who was sleeping so soundly. Not to mention, first kisses had to be special..with love and sweetness..He then wondered with slightly dark dim eyes if Victoria would ever experience this..Who would she let into the stone?..
The elf prince let his own soft lips trail across her forehead with soft delightful kisses. If he could only savor each moment. If she had been awake, he could only imagine her expression. Now as he lay with his arms enveloping her, he found a lost peace finally be settled within his heart and soul..
Like that, he looked once more at her tranquil face while moving a stray tendril of hair to behind her ear, then he finally fell under the deep spell of slumber..
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Victoria awoke with a small yawn. Only did she realize she was laying upon someone when she felt strong arms cased securely around her. Looking down, she was met with a pair of those beautiful blue eyes. They looked aside her with a glassy appearance. He was still asleep. Victoria almost gasped in surprise.. She had slept almost on top of him the whole night, and now it could have looked like they were kissing or making love. With that blushing thought in mind, she tried to wriggle herself from his arms.
An expression of dismay crossed her face as his warm arms closed even tighter around her, stopping her movement. She could feel his heart beat from under her. Victoria could not help but let her hand go to his soft cheek. Thoughts wavered through her mind. How could the skin of a man be so soft?..
Letting her fingers softly close his eyelids, she just gazed at him, her face so close to his. He was so perfect.. The most beautiful creature she had ever seen..Legolas had the features of a glowing angel. Giving up on attempting to get out of his tight embrace, she silently let her hands glide down across the column of his neck and down to his chest where she drew small circles with her finger across the fabric of his tunic. Only did she snap her head up when she felt him softly stir from under her.. His eyes fluttered open slowly. Upon settling on her face, a gentle smile curled onto his lips.
"To what do I owe to see the face of such a beauty when I awake?.." He asked softly. Victoria could not help but smile. Sweet..He was so sweet to her that some found it very difficult that they once loathed eachother..A silent question soared through her mind as she looked upon him. What did she do to deserve affection from these elves when she had treated them so poorly during first acquaintances?..But maybe somehow, these were the people that would always be there for her. To give her their love and tender care..At the thought of love, Victoria almost scowled.
She would always be hard to read. At times she was there being the friend that she had become to the elves a long while ago, but at other times, she pulled back into her cold shell.
Victoria then had squirmed slightly. Legolas noticed that he had her in a strong embrace and then with a blush let her go. He could not help but shiver as an almost cold chill enveloped him at the loss of her warmth. She sat up in the boat and yawned while stretching her arms above her head. Her limbs were stiff yet she climbed out of the boat wand was greeted with streams of sunlight as they seeped in through the willow curtain. Legolas followed her steps while gathering their things. They had a small journey back to Mirkwood grounds, so they had best start soon.
Once the two had gathered their things, the twosome climbed into the Elven boat and once more were traveling down the river. The two close friends talked in soft pleasant conversation, like the good friends they were.
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Victoria's mind was simply reeling. How did she end up sleeping the whole night in the arms of a male!? Not too long ago, she would have flinched at the through but now she welcomed it. She could not deny that she felt utterly complete in his embrace...and when she looked upon him..There were no words that could describe the intoxicating swept up feeling...
The two had returned the Elven boat to an elf fisherman and were now sprinting through the forest side by side. Legolas had his Lorien bow strapped to his back, it slightly bobbing up and down as he ran. Somehow the prince would not stop to rest. He knew Victoria was tired but he did not stop. He could feel it..Evil was afoot...
"Hey uh Legolas! Could we like stop for a sec!?" Victoria asked him as she tried to run beside him. She was breathing heavily but Legolas looked as if not breaking a sweat. Her arms moved side by side in sync as she sprinted while a light throb ran through her legs.
"We cannot! We are being followed!" Legolas replied to her sternly, gently tugging on her arm to move faster. She looked behind but saw nothing. Thinking that perhaps he elf sprinting next to her was loosing his mind, she slowed down. The pure healer required rest.. She needed nourishment..Only did she jolt forward in a fast run, when she heard the distinct ear haunting howl of an orc.
"Orcs!.." She muttered to herself with narrowed eyes. Legolas was leading the way through the maze like forests. He became well aware that the orcs were gaining on them. His Elven ears picked up at least twenty to twenty-five pairs of heavy orc boots, signifying that the orcs were indeed running after them on there trail. But he knew that orcs traveled in heavy packs and that there would be indeed more. The prince of Mirkwood could only hope that the elves of his home would sense the approaching sinister force, and come to their rescue.
Legolas felt a sudden burst of cold fear. The fear of Victoria's safety. His blue eyes scanned the area for any site of the foul beast. His orbs then glanced hurriedly down to the woman sprinting at his side. He knew that she needed rest desperately. After all, they had been running for more then an hour. Her sword glowed in the sunlight from where it was held, strapped to her back. It caught dancing gleaming rays of light as it moved in sync with her movement. Legolas knew that she would have to use her sword that afternoon.. War drew closer to his home.. He then could only hope that when it finally did happen, that the elves would still stand once more in victory.
Removing the bow from his back, Legolas gripped it tightly, his eyes exploring the deep horizons of the murky forests. His dark eyebrows were drawn together with a regal and hard expression. Victoria saw him ready himself for an attack, so she drew her sword, it flashing like burning silver.
The battle hardened warriors quickened their already soaring speed on their legs through the rather rough terrain's of the forest floor. Legolas nearly flew over the ground, his feet not making a sound. Victoria, from her many lessons with Rialan, had learned to be a bit more softer in foot, therefore just making a silent pitter patter with her boots. She gave a surprised yelp when a dark blade flew past her face like a boomerang and into a nearby tree, ready to hack her head off. They jumped away as orc screeches filled the air. Legolas had notched an arrow before Victoria could see what was happening and had embedded it deep into the neck of one of the many beasts.
The two of them managed to hide in some nearby bushes with ran along a river so that their smell could not be known to the orcs, for they had the malicious ability to smell any kind of flesh. Victoria let relief flood over her as they stopped to regain their needed breath. But through the small gaps in the bush, they could see the orcs circling around the clearing, their scaly noses held to the air for there were the smallest hints of the scent of elf flesh.
Legolas was murmuring to himself in erratic Elvish. Victoria jabbed in the ribs to quit it. He looked to her, a distinct emotion flashing through his eyes.
"What do we do?.." Victoria leaned over and whispered in his ear. He leaned over, never taking his eyes off of the foul monsters.
"We must use the element of surprise.." Legolas whispered in response. Victoria studied the orcs, silent pondering for an idea. The elf beside her did the same. Then an idea came to her.
"Legolas what we need is some bait.." She whispered. He glanced at her, surprise masking his face. He was clearly surprised that it was she that came up with such a good idea.
"I have an idea.." She then murmured to him and moved to crawl away to devise in her plan but Legolas softly pulled her arm back and placed a hand to her cheek. His eyes were gentle. Victoria forgot for a moment about the task at hand as his eyes stared into hers.
"Be carefull.." He whispered. She smiled into his touch and nodded her head before crawling away silently, his eyes watching her protectively. He knew not what her idea of bait was, but he vowed to himself to let nothing happen to the girl. He then let gaze falter from her and to the orcs that were growing restless.
Meanwhile Victoria almost snorted to herself and she quietly climbed a large tree. The orcs did not see her, but were becoming routy for food. Secretly, she knew deep inside her plan would be a success. Leaves brushed across her hands as she gripped the branches tightly, them being her only support. When she finally was high above the ground and in the high branches, she took in a shuddered breath as she prepared herself for her plan. It was like going out to perform a play in front of an audience. Below she could see Legolas huddled low in the bushes. Stepping out from her cover in the leafy canopy, she walked slowly onto a large branch so that she could be seen by the orcs. She was going to hand them the bait.
"HELLO DOWN THERE!" Victoria shouted, cupping her hands down to them. The orcs turned and looked up. Upon seeing the nymph like girl in the trees, evil devilish grins snaked onto their horrid faces. She glanced at Legolas for a split second to see him staring at her with bulging eyes. Victoria was using herself as bait!
"Hi there! You look kinda hungry!" Victoria said in her most feminine tone. They gave her certainly hungry expressions while howling up at her like a wolf on the moon. Victoria smirked.
"I'm sure, you would like some flesh just about now.." She shouted down to them in a seductive tone. Meanwhile Legolas raked his fingers through his hair nearly driving himself to insanity. He could not believe she was doing this..The orcs would do anything to get to her.
It was slow torture to the orcs that were circling the tree, licking their lips and grinding their teeth together. Such fowl desire ran through them in black waves.
Legolas was slowly edging out of his hiding spot, his eyes never leaving the girl he so cared about in the trees above.
"Yeah!? You want some of this!?" Victoria asked the orcs with a smirk as she placed a hand to the side of her thighs. They nodded almost like crazed boy teenagers, going through the rough intense stages of hormones. She knew the actions that she was doing was working successfully. But in reality, she thought it to be disgusting. She could just gag at the thought of doing that as if it were her nature, but since in fact she was only acting.
She proved to be a good actress by the way the monsters below were responding.
"Why don't you come down here!? You look mighty tasty!" One of them grunted up to her, a foul ring in his tone. Victoria nearly shivered. What horrid beasts..But nonetheless, Victoria flashed them a grin while swaying her hips back and forth while twirling a lock of her hair around her finger. She knew she looked like a ditzy airhead, but that was the point.
"Come down tree nymph! we will try to be gentle while we ravish you, but we are not promising anything!" One shouted up to her. Victoria nearly vomited there and then at the thought of them touching her.
"A tree nymph am I!? No, what if I said that I was an elf?!.." Victoria asked in her most over exaggerated tone. They roared in response.
"Yes, I know you boys just love elf flesh...So you want some of this flesh!?" She continued to ask them, stalling for as long as possible, while Legolas crawled out of the bushes behind them like a frisky kitten. Victoria could not help but like to mess around with such brainless creatures. Their minds were in a vulnerable state. They sort of reminded her of some of the boys at her high school.
Legolas who had been silently tiptoeing, quiet as a mouse was momentarily distracted by Victoria's little show. Almost dropping his bow in the process, he watched her for a split moment before falling flat back into reality and began to sneak again while slowly taking an arrow from the quiver at his back.
She watched the elf abruptly from the treetop but then suddenly yelped when she felt the branch from which she was perched, begin to shake. Grasping helplessly to the body of the tree, the orcs below uttered grunts and growls as they shook the tree with all their build up might. Hunger was at their peak..Hardened determination grew in them, as they shook and shook. They would not stop until they could at last sink their fangs into her tender skin.
Legolas knew it was time for the plan to go into action, so with great agility, the elf prince notched an arrow. No sooner was it thrusted deeply into the body of an orc. It fell dead in a loud heap. Before the others could turn, a bombard of powerful arrows took the life from their bodies along with their last breath. Among the chaos, a sudden whiz of metal flashed by.
Victoria had climbed down into the lower branches and then with great stealth, jumped from the infinite tree and into the brawl below. Like a beam of light her body sailed down, her sword reared like a spear. Only did she land on her feet when he trusted blade had struck the flesh of an orc. Wasting no time, the two companions slew through their enemies. Legolas moved like a quickly shifting golden flame as his alacrity won over him. His loyal Elven blade moved like spinning batons as they diced through black scaly skin.
Victoria had silently thanked Rialan for he always had took up a chance to train her ever more in the eager skill of the blade. Now as her sword whizzed through the air singing, she could not help but think bitterly for this was but a taste of the terror of the war.
Her eyes landed on the elf prince. He was a stature of awe. He moved with such legerity, that it could have put even the enemy on the spot with stilled wonder. Victoria then drew the daggers from her Elven boots and like her well training only yesterday that morning, she drove it through the groin of an orc. With a snort, she could have swore that the creature crossed it's black beady eyes in pain before keeling over. Driving her sword into the cold bleak desolate heart, she charged into her enemies once more.
But fear seized her momentarily when more orcs burst in through the clearing like ants on an ant hill. Her hair whipped up around her face as she blocked a blow. Grabbing the fierce elf prince by the arm, she dragged him into a run out of the clearing and back onto the path to palace grounds.
"What are you doing?! Why do we run from battle?" Legolas cried, wrestling his arm free while he ran beside her.
"That would explain it sir elf." Victoria said still running while jabbing a finger behind her shoulder. His blue eyes followed behind them to see the orcs on their trail, their numbers building with every moment. It seemed that the two friends always found themselves in a squabble.
"We need help, and quick" Victoria hissed to him. Her prayer was answered when at that moment as they both ran for their lives, a stream of arrows sailed through the air like a rainfall and struck the beats dead. Like a wave of light, a pack of Mirkwood elves sprinted down the hill like the dam being released from Isenguard. As they ran with great lithe speed, their large curved bows and blades glimmered like the relit hope that burst into the hearts of Legolas and Victoria.
"It appears that you needed some help!" Rialan yelled to them as he ran gracefully by, and then with a big grin drove his blade into the first orc. Victoria smiled widely and then took forth her weapon out. Legolas, like lightning whipped his knives between his fingers like chop sticks before slamming it clean through one of the creatures skull.
The fighting pure healer, could not help but stare in wonder at them. They moved in great unison as if in dance, with such graceful movements as if in a ballet. Their blades sliced through the enemy with a clean sound before taking on the next herd of orcs that dared to approach these beautiful assassins. There boots made no sound as they almost floated across the ground. Only did Victoria snap back to reality when she felt thick arms close around her. A rather large orc closed it's dirty arms tightly around her body.
Victoria screamed angrily, but before she could stomp on it's foot to release it's hold around her, a twin orc had lifted her legs up, so that she was being carried away.
"Let me go! you stupid pieces of shit!" Victoria screamed, her body thrashing wildly trying to escape their hold. They growled between devilish laughing while they proceeded to carry her away. Fear grew in her heart, as they wrestled her sword free and threw it carelessly to the ground. It fell with a loud clammer but her cries were almost lost among the sound of battle. She was whimpering now. She was so scared. Scarred that they would touch her..scared that they would hurt her...and worst of all, scared that they would kill her...
She snarled and twisted her body around, making it difficult for them to carry her. She would do anything to stall. Anything to prolong until they killed her.
Victoria then screamed one name. The only name that came to her mind. The name she screamed and wanted to hear before she could ever die.
"Legolas!!!!" She screamed, her voice cutting over the sounds of death, and metal.
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Legolas had just pulled back his blade from the heart of an orc when it seemed like time had somehow stopped..Orcs froze in place, their black red beady eyes completely blank. Her knew somehow, that this strange fatigue feeling was only revolving around him. His woodland kin was certainly still moving. Small beads of sweat fell down their foreheads like a slow drip of a faucet. Golden blond hair seemed like burning light next to the dreary darkness of the orcs. Only did the elf prince came out of this dazed dejavu, when he heard his name being screamed. Her voice called to his heart, bathed in fear. He immediately knew whom so called his name.
Still in the lost time space, he turned toward the direction of the scream and his eyes grew wide. Victoria was at the edge of the battlefield, being carried away by the orcs. One held her upper body while two others had firm hold of her feet and legs. Her body was thrashing wildly in protest. Her eyes met his and everything collided.
A snarl formed on his lips. How dare they touch her! Anger quickly mixed with fear. She would die if he did not save her. He already knew of the horrid fate that awaited her if he was too late. The thought of her dead pained him so much that as he began to run to her, his heart began to ache. He slashed through the creatures that dared to come into his path of wrath. The elf became a blaze of anger as he drove through the enemy.
Meanwhile Victoria had a hand forced over her mouth to muffle a scream. Following her instincts, she bit as hard as she could into the tough skin. The orc howled in pain, nearly dropping her in the process. Her eyes were narrowed but squeezed shut when he gave her a backhand slap to the face. Pain racked her vision but nonetheless twisted her body stubbornly.
The battle around was drawing to a close but she knew, that the orcs carrying her would be too far out of site in hope of being slued. Victoria knew not that Legolas was picking up speed as he ran to her.
Anyway, Rialan slew down his enemy when he felt someone nearly knock him over. He whipped his head up to see Legolas like a flash of brilliant light as he ran by faster then he had ever seen into the direction of the battlefield. Following his gaze, in the near distance, he could see a few wild orcs cruelly hauling Victoria away from battle.
Fear meshed down upon his thoughts for his good friend. Like a twin, he followed behind Legolas. The orcs were either fleeing into the deepest of the forest or in the steady process of being slaughtered.
Legolas could hear Victoria's muffled shouts and screams and before long, with a great scream of fury, he severed the head of the orc in one fluid motion. Victoria fell in a heap upon the ground but looked up as the elf prince worked. Her eyes were wide. He was like a killing machine as he diced through the orcs until the black blood lay in pools upon the forest floor, staining the green grass. He bared his grit teeth, wild blond hair flying up in waves. At last, what was left of the creatures that were to haul her away, lay on the ground forever dead.
Victoria lay numbly on the ground trembling at the realization of what would happen if Legolas did not save her. The elf prince turned from his fallen enemy to see the pure healer laying dimly with glazed eyes. He rushed to her side and gently gathered her in his arms. His eyes searched hers.
"Are you allright lothamin?" Legolas asked in a whisper. Her wide eyes found hers and she just nodded. The elf prince let his fingers graze softly over the red mark on her face from getting hit. His forehead met hers as he whispered softly in elvish to calm the trembling girl. He momentarily looked up when Rialan ran into the clearing, catching his breath. The weaponsmith approached them, his eyes falling on the in shock girl.
"Is she allright?" Rialan asked curiously for her welfare. The prince nodded and then returned his attention to Victoria. Gently taking her hands in his, he lifted the mute girl to her unstable feet. She was silent as she regained her footing..
The elf prince of Mirkwood simply could not explain the anger that had vamped through him. It was like he was lost in a wasteland, his rage and fury making the grass burn to a crisp black as he passed by. The sky had turned red with the blood of slaying taking place. But now that she was allright, the anger seemed to melt away. He was not accustomed to feeling such worrying emotions of one's safety. Sure he worried, but not until the point that it pained his heart to see her hurt.
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Victoria emerged from the water, gentle waves lapping against her skin. She stood in her bathtub, washing the dirt from her tired body. It was about two hours ago that they returned to Mirkwood, the Elven soldiers tired from fighting. She had to admit that she felt shooken up inside. Sure she knew that she was indeed a warrior and not some little maiden, but still she could be on the vulnerable side because she was a woman. It proved only a small while ago. A stubborn scowl formed deeply on her features.
"I shall not have it! I am no house woman!" She said defiantly. Getting out of her bathtub and wrapping herself tightly with a fluffy robe, she sat on her bed. Because she was a woman and because of what happened today, she might be treated differently now. Anger threaded through her body. Jumping up from her bed and bringing a clenched fist to her heart, she made her vows.
"I shall go down in history..As one of the greatest woman warriors of all time. I will not fear death nor pain. Shall I get glory from death, I care not. For my valor will live forever.." Victoria nodded to herself with a proud grin. She knew she sounded a bit arrogant, she did not care at that moment. Little did she know, that her vows would come true. She stood tall and when it came to her goals and ambitions, she followed them to the end. Victoria then felt a little bit better but her eyes immediately darkened.
She could no longer deny that she felt something when around the crowned prince of Mirkwood. It was something that could not be bluntly ignored, and something that would chew her up inside. With those horrid fearful thoughts in mind, it quickly dispersed the fearless confidence she felt only moments ago. Ringing her fingers through her wet stringy hair she went over and sat on her floor. she gently brought her knees to her chest.
I front of her, was a mirror. Her body length mirror. Victoria's reflection starred back at her as she leaned her head against the Elven wood chest that was next to her. Taking in a breath, she sang.
Look at me
You may think you see
Who I really am
But you'll never know me
Every day
It's as if I play a part
Now I see
If I wear a mask
I can fool the world
But I cannot fool my heart
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
I am now
In a world where I
Have to hide my heart
And what I believe in
But somehow
I will show the world
What's inside my heart
And be loved for who I am
Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me
Why is my reflection
Someone I don't know
Must I pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
There's a heart that must be free to fly
That burns with a need to know the reason why
Why must we all conceal
What we think
How we feel
Must there be a secret me
I'm forced to hide
I won't pretend that I'm
Someone else
For all time
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside
(A/N: The lyrics were really important in character with Victoria. I am not really the biggest fan to Christina Aguilera but i really like this song. this song was called reflections)
She took a deep breath in when done with her song, and then buried her face in her arms before falling asleep..
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A/N: OMG!! so sorry about that long wait!!!!!!!! I have so much school crap!!! but im sorry if this chapter sucked. anyways got to go and do homework.
next chapter should be..well im not sure actually..
namaarie R&R!