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Legolas' Loss

By: Spirit_Saviour



Night fell, and the cold air turned into a fury of freezing daggers. The sky was sprinkled with millions upon millions of glittering stars, and the moon proudly hung from her post.

Legolas woke up with a startled yelp. Had he fallen asleep? Apparently he had, and the elf quickly gathered his senses. He needed to get back to the palace, or his parents would be worried about him- especially his father. So, nimbly forcing himself to rise from his comfortable position, Legolas grabbed his bow and arrows, and silently, so silently that his footsteps didn't even make a sound, walked towards the path which would take him home.

Blood rushed to his head seconds after he started walking, and his vision blurred for a moment, causing him to pause. The bushes nearby rustled, alerting the elf that someone, or something, was nearby. But Legolas' eyesight was still cloudy, and when a figure quickly darted across his path, all that he could make out of it was a slender lithe form with long light hair shimmering behind it.

Startled by the recent occurrence, Legolas cleared his head, allowing his keen eyes to adjust to the darkness. Now what- no who, was that? He could still see the figure, running with the wind and agility of a deer. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he silently followed the specter.