Okay, went out and got some ice cream... mmm chocochip cookie dough :-p. And a few crazy ideas sprang in my head. Can you guess who it is? Can ya, can ya? You'll find out.... Wow this is my 36th page. Heheh, and I still have a bunch more to go. If only I could write like Nora Roberts, huh? Well, hopefully I won't get my ass kicked for stealing the lyrics to a few songs.... Here we go. Oh, and well... this chapter gets a bit... nastily graphic with knives. So if you don't like that stuff just skim over the next few paragraphs. And I haven't read this over yet so if it doesn't make sense.. make believe it does. Heheh... I'm itching to type more which is why I won't check it.
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Legolas followed the river a little ways, lulled by the sound coming from somewhere in the river.
You fell away, what more can I say?
The feelings evolved, I won't let it out...
I can't replace, your screaming face... Feeling the sickness inside.
Why won't you die? So many words... Can't describe my face..
The feelings evolved... So soon to break out..
I can't relate to a happy state.... Why won't you die?
For such gruesome lyrics, what a beautiful voice... Legolas thought, his eyes were clouded.
(A/N: If you remember or you have the movie.... The voice sounds exactly like the one that sings in the scene where Legolas gives lent for Gandalf... or whatever that is... More like Isabel Bayrakdarian who sings Evenstar (You can download it))
Pictures of Aunorey, of her body, her skin silky in firelight, floated through his mind. They made his body hard, the thought of anyone else touching her.... His grip tightened on his bow. They would get what they deserved for touching what was his.
But was she really? He wished... he hoped... He would find out one way or another.
The voice got louder. Now it was just a tone... a long, lilting, sad sound. (A/N: this is the end of the song that played when Gandalf dies in the first LOTR. Remember? It's called The Bridge of Khazad Dum.. If you listen to the last 35/45 seconds I think, you can hear what I'm talking about...) There was a humming sound behind the louder voice... and he wondered if there were two sirens.
Then another voice floated through the air. The first voice kept singing, but the humming had stilled and a voice that made one think of mystery.. a voice like scarlet silk. "Go back.... Go back...." It said, over and over.
Legolas shook his head. No, no... No, he had to find Aunorey. But how?
He forced himself away from the river and into the forest. He pushed the voices away and listened intently. He picked up every sound... and suddenly he heard a slight, very slight crunching of leaves under a foot off above to the right. He moved swiftly, lightly, noiselessly, barely touching the ground, towards the sound. He stopped dead when he saw the back of a figure, his specially trained eyes picking up things normal elf eyes couldn't even. Legolas crouched down, and very still, he layed his bow down and listened. He heard a whimper, a shuffle, and then the sound of a knife being drawn from a hilt. He saw the figure move a little to the right, and the moonbeams spilled down onto the man.
Rage, pure and true, filled Legolas so bad that he shook. He moved to the left, into the pitch black shade under a tree, and watched. He counted his breaths, making them even so they didn't come out in quick, short bursts from his fury. He was ready to hurt... maybe kill if Mariu had done anything.... Anything to hurt Aunorey.
He watched silently as Marui pulled forth a knife, and then heard another shuffle. He looked over and saw what was making the whimpering sounds. It WAS Aunorey. Relief filled him, she was still alive. But he could see blood mixed in with her tears running down her face, and the gown he had bought her was dirty, the hem torn, and the top pulled down so far he was afraid her breasts might spill from the small bodice.
That made him even angrier.
"Well, well, Aunorey. What must we do with you? Your precious Legolas is still unaware of your disappearance... my sirens will keep him sound asleep for another few hours. Isn't that a pity?" Mariu spit the words out, the sound causing the air to feel... ugly, tense.
Legolas watched, still crouched, as Mariu sharpened the blade. Mariu had a sick look of self-confidence written all over his face.
"Now, Aunorey, how many times have I told you? No one else can ever, EVER love you but me. You stupid, stupid whore. I've been watching you. Isn't HE why you ran away? How DARE you?"
Legolas watched as Mariu dropped the knife into the dirt and stride over to kick Aunorey in the gut again. Legolas could barely, barely restrain himself.
Mariu spit at Aunorey. "Stupid slut! You give yourself so freely to a man you hate. All for what? NOTHING. Because he bought you that gown? Because he pays for everything? What the hell is the matter with you, Aunorey Arrowin? You know I could have taken care of you, taken care of your beautiful, virgin body. But now... you spread your fucking legs for THAT, and I can't touch you... and the thought of you touching me...." Mariu's voice was laced with disgust, his eyes narrowed and filled with a sick fury.
"I have to hurt you... the pain is going to be long... Very, very long, I can promise you that." He bent over to pick up the knife, and walked slowly back over to her. He kneeled down beside her and began to kiss Aunorey's jawline and slide his tongue along her collarbone. Aunorey let out a high pitched, muffled squeal and she began to writhe against her restraints as she felt Mariu's breath against her skin.. Mariu suddenly grabbed the top of her gown and yanked the dress down to her waist. "His hands have been all over you... Disgusting..." He gripped the knife, put it to the hollow in between her collarbone and cut... he was about to dig the knife deeper into the delicate skin above the bone when he felt something hard and heavy knock the wind out of his. A booted foot came up and kicked him in the gut.
Mariu fell over.
Legolas dropped his bow and took off the satchel of arrows before leaping out at Mariu. He saw Mariu put his hands and mouth on her and he saw the knife cut Aunorey, and he lost all sanity. He bound out of the shadow, and took his own knife from his boot. He kicked him twice, and watched as Mariu fell over, his face twisted with pain and confusion. Mariu still had his knife clenched in his hand, and when he realized it was Legolas, surprise registered in his eyes but he was ready to fight.
Mariu tried to lean up on his forearm but Legolas kicked him back down, putting a foot on his chest. Mariu grabbed his ankle quickly and pulled him down. Both men were of the same height, same build, Mariu just a bit meatier. He had only that advantage, but Legolas was swifter, quicker. Mariu climbed on top of Legolas, trying to pin his legs down his own, but suddenly Legolas gripped his forearms and flipped them over, Legolas on top now. Mariu realized he still had the knife, and before Legolas could stop it, dug the knife in between Legolas's ribs. He tugged to the right, ripping flesh.
Legolas smashed his own forhead down onto Mariu's, and stunned, Mariu let go of the knife in Legolas's back. Legolas reached behind him and pulled the knife out, and wiped the blood on Mariu's neck and then jammed the knife in between Mariu's own ribs on the right side. "Now you know how it feels." He ripped to the left, and Mariu was blinded by pain. Mariu reached under trying to get a grip on the knife that Legolas kept pushing deeper.
Legolas straddled Mariu quickly, and forgetting that Mariu would be able to use his legs was a scared surprised when Mariu locked his legs around Legolas's shoulders and kicked him off. Mariu quickly yanked the knife out of his body and ran to where Legolas lay, and tripped over Legolas's boot.
Legolas got on top of Mariu again, ready to kill. He picked up a knife that had skittered over in the dirt and stabbed Mariu in the throat. Legolas felt Mariu stiffen, then suddenly... let go. His body went lax, and his eyes glazed over and a thin, continuous trickle of blood slid down his left cheek from his mouth. His glazed eyes met Legolas's, and a smile seemed to tilt his mouth, before he choked. And he died.
Legolas stood up, his chest heaving. He couldn't believe he was capable of what had just happened... But it had and he didn't regret it. The deep gash in between his ribs and the gashes on his chest and cheek burned like the fires of Mordor. He quickly ignored his pain and picked up his knife, he realized he had used one of Mariu's own knives to kill him. Anger at the fact that he didn't realize Mariu had two knives until now made him loathe Mariu even more.
Legolas jogged over to where Aunorey was, relief mixed with a love so overwhelming he couldn't breathe filled his body. He forgot about his pain and quickly cut Aunorey free, gently untying the cloth tied around her mouth and grabbed her, trying not to be rough and held her in his arms.
Aunorey let out a choked sob and she wrapped her arms tightly around Legolas's neck. He craddled her in his lap, and she began to sob. She pressed her face in between his neck and shoulder, and she suddenly realized that the tears pouring down onto their clothes wasn't just hers. She forgot about the pain in her shoulder, and looked up and began to kiss Legolas's face. She kissed his lips, his wet and bloody cheeks, his bruised forhead, his nose. "Oh, Eru (God), Legolas... I love you, I love you so much, I love you, I'm so so sorry, please... Are you okay? Oh, my Eru, Legolas I love you, I was so scared I'd never see you again..."
Legolas quieted her ramblings with his mouth, kissing her hard. "Norey... Aunorey, I love you, too. I know, I was scared too..." He got out in between his kisses. Then he suddenly pulled her away from him and looked at the gash on her collarbone. He touched the skin under it gingerly. "You won't need stitches... It's not that long or deep." He gave a sigh full of relief. "Just needs to be cleaned up."
Aunorey hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his chest. She ran her hands up and down his back until suddenly she realized her right hand was soaked.
"Eru... Legolas, you're bleeding. Your back in gushing out blood. Lay down." Legolas tried to shake his head, but Aunorey was already stripping him. She took off his dublet and then the peasant shirt he had been sleeping in that was tattered and torn in the back and soaked a blackred colour. She peeled it off of his skin.
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Legolas followed the river a little ways, lulled by the sound coming from somewhere in the river.
You fell away, what more can I say?
The feelings evolved, I won't let it out...
I can't replace, your screaming face... Feeling the sickness inside.
Why won't you die? So many words... Can't describe my face..
The feelings evolved... So soon to break out..
I can't relate to a happy state.... Why won't you die?
For such gruesome lyrics, what a beautiful voice... Legolas thought, his eyes were clouded.
(A/N: If you remember or you have the movie.... The voice sounds exactly like the one that sings in the scene where Legolas gives lent for Gandalf... or whatever that is... More like Isabel Bayrakdarian who sings Evenstar (You can download it))
Pictures of Aunorey, of her body, her skin silky in firelight, floated through his mind. They made his body hard, the thought of anyone else touching her.... His grip tightened on his bow. They would get what they deserved for touching what was his.
But was she really? He wished... he hoped... He would find out one way or another.
The voice got louder. Now it was just a tone... a long, lilting, sad sound. (A/N: this is the end of the song that played when Gandalf dies in the first LOTR. Remember? It's called The Bridge of Khazad Dum.. If you listen to the last 35/45 seconds I think, you can hear what I'm talking about...) There was a humming sound behind the louder voice... and he wondered if there were two sirens.
Then another voice floated through the air. The first voice kept singing, but the humming had stilled and a voice that made one think of mystery.. a voice like scarlet silk. "Go back.... Go back...." It said, over and over.
Legolas shook his head. No, no... No, he had to find Aunorey. But how?
He forced himself away from the river and into the forest. He pushed the voices away and listened intently. He picked up every sound... and suddenly he heard a slight, very slight crunching of leaves under a foot off above to the right. He moved swiftly, lightly, noiselessly, barely touching the ground, towards the sound. He stopped dead when he saw the back of a figure, his specially trained eyes picking up things normal elf eyes couldn't even. Legolas crouched down, and very still, he layed his bow down and listened. He heard a whimper, a shuffle, and then the sound of a knife being drawn from a hilt. He saw the figure move a little to the right, and the moonbeams spilled down onto the man.
Rage, pure and true, filled Legolas so bad that he shook. He moved to the left, into the pitch black shade under a tree, and watched. He counted his breaths, making them even so they didn't come out in quick, short bursts from his fury. He was ready to hurt... maybe kill if Mariu had done anything.... Anything to hurt Aunorey.
He watched silently as Marui pulled forth a knife, and then heard another shuffle. He looked over and saw what was making the whimpering sounds. It WAS Aunorey. Relief filled him, she was still alive. But he could see blood mixed in with her tears running down her face, and the gown he had bought her was dirty, the hem torn, and the top pulled down so far he was afraid her breasts might spill from the small bodice.
That made him even angrier.
"Well, well, Aunorey. What must we do with you? Your precious Legolas is still unaware of your disappearance... my sirens will keep him sound asleep for another few hours. Isn't that a pity?" Mariu spit the words out, the sound causing the air to feel... ugly, tense.
Legolas watched, still crouched, as Mariu sharpened the blade. Mariu had a sick look of self-confidence written all over his face.
"Now, Aunorey, how many times have I told you? No one else can ever, EVER love you but me. You stupid, stupid whore. I've been watching you. Isn't HE why you ran away? How DARE you?"
Legolas watched as Mariu dropped the knife into the dirt and stride over to kick Aunorey in the gut again. Legolas could barely, barely restrain himself.
Mariu spit at Aunorey. "Stupid slut! You give yourself so freely to a man you hate. All for what? NOTHING. Because he bought you that gown? Because he pays for everything? What the hell is the matter with you, Aunorey Arrowin? You know I could have taken care of you, taken care of your beautiful, virgin body. But now... you spread your fucking legs for THAT, and I can't touch you... and the thought of you touching me...." Mariu's voice was laced with disgust, his eyes narrowed and filled with a sick fury.
"I have to hurt you... the pain is going to be long... Very, very long, I can promise you that." He bent over to pick up the knife, and walked slowly back over to her. He kneeled down beside her and began to kiss Aunorey's jawline and slide his tongue along her collarbone. Aunorey let out a high pitched, muffled squeal and she began to writhe against her restraints as she felt Mariu's breath against her skin.. Mariu suddenly grabbed the top of her gown and yanked the dress down to her waist. "His hands have been all over you... Disgusting..." He gripped the knife, put it to the hollow in between her collarbone and cut... he was about to dig the knife deeper into the delicate skin above the bone when he felt something hard and heavy knock the wind out of his. A booted foot came up and kicked him in the gut.
Mariu fell over.
Legolas dropped his bow and took off the satchel of arrows before leaping out at Mariu. He saw Mariu put his hands and mouth on her and he saw the knife cut Aunorey, and he lost all sanity. He bound out of the shadow, and took his own knife from his boot. He kicked him twice, and watched as Mariu fell over, his face twisted with pain and confusion. Mariu still had his knife clenched in his hand, and when he realized it was Legolas, surprise registered in his eyes but he was ready to fight.
Mariu tried to lean up on his forearm but Legolas kicked him back down, putting a foot on his chest. Mariu grabbed his ankle quickly and pulled him down. Both men were of the same height, same build, Mariu just a bit meatier. He had only that advantage, but Legolas was swifter, quicker. Mariu climbed on top of Legolas, trying to pin his legs down his own, but suddenly Legolas gripped his forearms and flipped them over, Legolas on top now. Mariu realized he still had the knife, and before Legolas could stop it, dug the knife in between Legolas's ribs. He tugged to the right, ripping flesh.
Legolas smashed his own forhead down onto Mariu's, and stunned, Mariu let go of the knife in Legolas's back. Legolas reached behind him and pulled the knife out, and wiped the blood on Mariu's neck and then jammed the knife in between Mariu's own ribs on the right side. "Now you know how it feels." He ripped to the left, and Mariu was blinded by pain. Mariu reached under trying to get a grip on the knife that Legolas kept pushing deeper.
Legolas straddled Mariu quickly, and forgetting that Mariu would be able to use his legs was a scared surprised when Mariu locked his legs around Legolas's shoulders and kicked him off. Mariu quickly yanked the knife out of his body and ran to where Legolas lay, and tripped over Legolas's boot.
Legolas got on top of Mariu again, ready to kill. He picked up a knife that had skittered over in the dirt and stabbed Mariu in the throat. Legolas felt Mariu stiffen, then suddenly... let go. His body went lax, and his eyes glazed over and a thin, continuous trickle of blood slid down his left cheek from his mouth. His glazed eyes met Legolas's, and a smile seemed to tilt his mouth, before he choked. And he died.
Legolas stood up, his chest heaving. He couldn't believe he was capable of what had just happened... But it had and he didn't regret it. The deep gash in between his ribs and the gashes on his chest and cheek burned like the fires of Mordor. He quickly ignored his pain and picked up his knife, he realized he had used one of Mariu's own knives to kill him. Anger at the fact that he didn't realize Mariu had two knives until now made him loathe Mariu even more.
Legolas jogged over to where Aunorey was, relief mixed with a love so overwhelming he couldn't breathe filled his body. He forgot about his pain and quickly cut Aunorey free, gently untying the cloth tied around her mouth and grabbed her, trying not to be rough and held her in his arms.
Aunorey let out a choked sob and she wrapped her arms tightly around Legolas's neck. He craddled her in his lap, and she began to sob. She pressed her face in between his neck and shoulder, and she suddenly realized that the tears pouring down onto their clothes wasn't just hers. She forgot about the pain in her shoulder, and looked up and began to kiss Legolas's face. She kissed his lips, his wet and bloody cheeks, his bruised forhead, his nose. "Oh, Eru (God), Legolas... I love you, I love you so much, I love you, I'm so so sorry, please... Are you okay? Oh, my Eru, Legolas I love you, I was so scared I'd never see you again..."
Legolas quieted her ramblings with his mouth, kissing her hard. "Norey... Aunorey, I love you, too. I know, I was scared too..." He got out in between his kisses. Then he suddenly pulled her away from him and looked at the gash on her collarbone. He touched the skin under it gingerly. "You won't need stitches... It's not that long or deep." He gave a sigh full of relief. "Just needs to be cleaned up."
Aunorey hugged him, wrapping her arms around his waist, pressing her face against his chest. She ran her hands up and down his back until suddenly she realized her right hand was soaked.
"Eru... Legolas, you're bleeding. Your back in gushing out blood. Lay down." Legolas tried to shake his head, but Aunorey was already stripping him. She took off his dublet and then the peasant shirt he had been sleeping in that was tattered and torn in the back and soaked a blackred colour. She peeled it off of his skin.