Nigh-festering flesh moved lithely in waves of gray, swinging through the dead and dying trees of Mirkwood. Claws crunching on leaves and bones, nostrils flaring, sickening breath that smelled of decaying flesh emitted, it bellowed, muscles tightening beneath its skin, saliva spraying from the depths of a cavern as it pivoted.
It inhaled deeply, raspily.
Life.
Elf.
Food.
It slowly advanced toward the sweet smell, a low growl escaping despite the vial creature's attempts to calm its wild bloodlust, or at least quiet it so as not to warn innocence in advance. Its quarry was small... Very small... Child...
Run.
It lunged, claws extended, toward the huddled blond-haired form.. The tiny one let out a half-squeak, unable to scream, and covered its face with delicate fingers. Its horns twisting at the young Elf, the Orc lashed its neck about, snarling and spitting, jowls snapping madly, sickening yellow teeth, drenched with mucus, gleaming in the patched moonlight.
Hawkeye, hawkeye, not much time left. Fair, one gray eye squinted tightly closed, pulse thundering in his ears, he could not miss, could NOT miss, but could not wait.
A silent prayer. Please. Hit true.
TWANG!
Death on the wind, a shaft, eagle feathers gilding it, searing through the air, drawn to the back of the creature's neck. It slashed into flesh, savagely, moreso than the Orc itself could have ripped into Men or Elves', portruding through the back of the monster's skull. An inhuman gurgled scream, dark grey blood splattered upon the trembling form of the child, the bane of young life collapsed to the ground.
The Elven child whimpered, but even then, he had sailed o'er the blanket of leaves, at long last able to touch the child, stooping down, hugging her in his arms.
"Caran, Caran!" He cried, finally able to exhale as the Elven girl bawled into his chest, crying from fear, from horror, from joy.
"Ada, Ada!" She whimpered, tiny fists balling up the cloth of his tunic. "Ada, it tried, it tried...!" The smell of blood began to gag her.
King Legolas Greenleaf stood up, holding his daughter to him for all the world, eyes glistening. "I know...Caran, I know..." He shuddered. "Never... Please, just..."
He gazed through the treetops at the star-flecked sky.
"Beyond the warmth of the stars lies darkness. My child... keep to our warmth."
~owari~
Well, that was pretty demented.. Ah, I just had to write something with Legolas in it that was serious to prove that yes, I actually do like him. =) In any event, I just randomly wrote this..
It inhaled deeply, raspily.
Life.
Elf.
Food.
It slowly advanced toward the sweet smell, a low growl escaping despite the vial creature's attempts to calm its wild bloodlust, or at least quiet it so as not to warn innocence in advance. Its quarry was small... Very small... Child...
Run.
It lunged, claws extended, toward the huddled blond-haired form.. The tiny one let out a half-squeak, unable to scream, and covered its face with delicate fingers. Its horns twisting at the young Elf, the Orc lashed its neck about, snarling and spitting, jowls snapping madly, sickening yellow teeth, drenched with mucus, gleaming in the patched moonlight.
Hawkeye, hawkeye, not much time left. Fair, one gray eye squinted tightly closed, pulse thundering in his ears, he could not miss, could NOT miss, but could not wait.
A silent prayer. Please. Hit true.
TWANG!
Death on the wind, a shaft, eagle feathers gilding it, searing through the air, drawn to the back of the creature's neck. It slashed into flesh, savagely, moreso than the Orc itself could have ripped into Men or Elves', portruding through the back of the monster's skull. An inhuman gurgled scream, dark grey blood splattered upon the trembling form of the child, the bane of young life collapsed to the ground.
The Elven child whimpered, but even then, he had sailed o'er the blanket of leaves, at long last able to touch the child, stooping down, hugging her in his arms.
"Caran, Caran!" He cried, finally able to exhale as the Elven girl bawled into his chest, crying from fear, from horror, from joy.
"Ada, Ada!" She whimpered, tiny fists balling up the cloth of his tunic. "Ada, it tried, it tried...!" The smell of blood began to gag her.
King Legolas Greenleaf stood up, holding his daughter to him for all the world, eyes glistening. "I know...Caran, I know..." He shuddered. "Never... Please, just..."
He gazed through the treetops at the star-flecked sky.
"Beyond the warmth of the stars lies darkness. My child... keep to our warmth."
~owari~
Well, that was pretty demented.. Ah, I just had to write something with Legolas in it that was serious to prove that yes, I actually do like him. =) In any event, I just randomly wrote this..
