Well I'm ultra bored and decided I might as well take another crack at a Legolas story… I'm not really in the right mind to write anything else right now. Kind of feeling sad and down. I don't think I'll go over three chapters unless I get good reviews, so if this story is worth while, heel review it, man! Also pre-Fellowship.
Chapter 1
She rode hard, trying to get past the Orcs which were trailing her, only by the tail of her horse; they had picked up on her traveling on the Old Forest Road, in Mirkwood. She had been on her way to visit family…or had she? The reason she had left was now becoming lost to her; the branches from trees and some bushes whipped her face repeatedly, and she now felt blood trickling down her face, leaving trails of what looked like tears of blood on her pale face. She risked a look behind her, and they were still gaining on her; I must ride faster, she thought. Doing something she never should have even tried at the speed that she was going; she looped the reins of her horse through her arms, and leaned forward enough to where she could reach the clasp of her cloak. With her skilled fingers, she undid the clasp, and watched it fly back behind her to collide with one of them; Orcs did not typically ride horses, she thought. She had a friend in Mirkwood who knew these sorts of things, and he had told her that they mainly never did. It was a strange case.
"Edledhia!!!!!" She screamed back at them in Sindarin, but she spoke next in the common tongue. "Leave me be!!!!!!!!!" She had her head turned around, and could not see the huge root protruding from the ground in front of her, and neither she feared, did her horse; he tripped on it, falling forward, and bringing her with him. She hit the ground hard, no longer feeling the branches whipping around her face, or the feel of the horse's strong muscles beneath her; she was falling, falling, until she hit, the horse following, to land on top of her. "Thala, Anarriima, thala." She had named the horse after groupings of stars, for they were much more beautiful than the solitary ones; constellations actually made something together, they did not stand there alone, like the Evenstar. She had heard much of the beauty of the star, but had never thought to look at for herself. Instead Aninlacea chose to look at the groupings, for they formed a shape, she did not care what, for she yearned only for structure.
She tried shoving the horse off of her, for it had most likely broken it's neck during the fall, but it was heavy and stiff. The Orcs were nearing, for they had lost much speed after she had let her cloak fly back at them. There was no hope for her right now; she was stuck under a dead horse, with at least two of them chasing after her on steeds. All she could do was yell, for they already knew where she was, but she could take the chance of there being another in the wood.
"Tua amin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tua!!!!!" She screamed into the darkness. Nobody heard her cries, for no one came. "Tua!!!!!!!" She sobbed into the darkness, as she heard the hooves coming closer to her, and finally one of the Orcs dismounting. She heard his feet hit the ground, and the clang that followed, caused by the chains that hung off his nose, and the armor that fit too loosely for him. She risked one last try, in the common tongue once more. "Help me!!! Help!!!!!" The Orc only walked to her, un sheathing his sword; most likely getting ready to let me meet the darkness, she thought to herself.
Chapter 1
She rode hard, trying to get past the Orcs which were trailing her, only by the tail of her horse; they had picked up on her traveling on the Old Forest Road, in Mirkwood. She had been on her way to visit family…or had she? The reason she had left was now becoming lost to her; the branches from trees and some bushes whipped her face repeatedly, and she now felt blood trickling down her face, leaving trails of what looked like tears of blood on her pale face. She risked a look behind her, and they were still gaining on her; I must ride faster, she thought. Doing something she never should have even tried at the speed that she was going; she looped the reins of her horse through her arms, and leaned forward enough to where she could reach the clasp of her cloak. With her skilled fingers, she undid the clasp, and watched it fly back behind her to collide with one of them; Orcs did not typically ride horses, she thought. She had a friend in Mirkwood who knew these sorts of things, and he had told her that they mainly never did. It was a strange case.
"Edledhia!!!!!" She screamed back at them in Sindarin, but she spoke next in the common tongue. "Leave me be!!!!!!!!!" She had her head turned around, and could not see the huge root protruding from the ground in front of her, and neither she feared, did her horse; he tripped on it, falling forward, and bringing her with him. She hit the ground hard, no longer feeling the branches whipping around her face, or the feel of the horse's strong muscles beneath her; she was falling, falling, until she hit, the horse following, to land on top of her. "Thala, Anarriima, thala." She had named the horse after groupings of stars, for they were much more beautiful than the solitary ones; constellations actually made something together, they did not stand there alone, like the Evenstar. She had heard much of the beauty of the star, but had never thought to look at for herself. Instead Aninlacea chose to look at the groupings, for they formed a shape, she did not care what, for she yearned only for structure.
She tried shoving the horse off of her, for it had most likely broken it's neck during the fall, but it was heavy and stiff. The Orcs were nearing, for they had lost much speed after she had let her cloak fly back at them. There was no hope for her right now; she was stuck under a dead horse, with at least two of them chasing after her on steeds. All she could do was yell, for they already knew where she was, but she could take the chance of there being another in the wood.
"Tua amin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Tua!!!!!" She screamed into the darkness. Nobody heard her cries, for no one came. "Tua!!!!!!!" She sobbed into the darkness, as she heard the hooves coming closer to her, and finally one of the Orcs dismounting. She heard his feet hit the ground, and the clang that followed, caused by the chains that hung off his nose, and the armor that fit too loosely for him. She risked one last try, in the common tongue once more. "Help me!!! Help!!!!!" The Orc only walked to her, un sheathing his sword; most likely getting ready to let me meet the darkness, she thought to herself.
