Author note: hey there! Well this is Lady-Willowish (duh) well anyways one thing, to one person who reviewed. (When did I say freeze?) I never said she freezes; well anyway, here's the next chapter and thanks for the reviews guys!
Io anann
"Legolas!..."
Her scream echoed throughout the halls of Rivendell. Slowly Omoria awoke from her terror. Her eyes fluttered open and looked around the room. She was in her room again. It was nighttime, and no one was present with her. She was alone, again. As she tried to move she found she could not, she was bound to her bed by restraints. She pulled at them but was stopped by a throbbing pain from her wrists. Glancing at them she remembered what happened. What she'd done. They were both bandaged; just above both bandages were the restraints.
A moment later her door swung open and a few people including Arwen and Aragorn. Arwen came up to her,
"When did he leave...?"
At first Arwen didn't understand her words, but then it dawned on her.
"~io anann~" ~Long ago~
Omoria breathed in remembering her horrid dreams. (Legolas...) what was she to do? Would they even believe her? No of course not. Not after what happened. No one ever would again. Not that it mattered, not anymore. It took her a moment to realize that Arwen was checking her over, her restraints were then removed.
"Why did you scream Omoria?"
Arwens question seemed strange. Everything seemed strange right now. She needed Legolas here. He was the only one who understood her. The only one who truly cared.
"I have to get to him! I have to save him! He's in danger! Please..."
She said begging, trying to get up, Arwen held her down.
"Please Omoria! Don't make me regret taking these off. Now calmly, what are you talking about?"
Omoria breathed in deeply. How was she to believe her? She wouldn't, no one would now.
"He's in danger...danger...please; he needs me...no..."
With that she fell into blackness once again.
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Legolas Prince of Mirkwood stood with a few companions, before them stretched a battlefield that would soon be littered with bodies.
The Orcs, as they were called were on the move for the dark lord once again. The army of goblins surged it's way towards the beautiful country of Mirkwood. Legolas himself had been called to this battle. He was his duty to his country and to all of Middle Earth.
Legolas suffered so as the elves of Mirkwood appeared behind him. They were ready for battle, the Orcs yelled something not understood and prepared to charge. Sighing with grief Legolas whiled around to his kind,
"~ Teium linle! Me punga dat I salus o Mirkwood, A I honos o Rivendell! ~"
~Arm yourselves! We fight for the safety of Mirkwood, and the honor of Rivendell! ~
The yells from the elves echoed across the field as the Orcs approached. Forwarding Legolas couldn't help thinking that this battle would be the last he ever fought. His mind flashed back to Omoria and he eased a moment, but his heart still ached with worry and curiosity for this young mortal.
***
The late night breeze cooled her skin as she walked down the halls of Rivendell. She had to reach Legolas. If he was in Mirkwood then that was where she had to go too.
Omoria's memories flooded back to her of that day, shortly after she'd spoken with Legolas, all of her memories had come flowing back so quickly, everything she'd been through, everything that she'd done. She couldn't take all that at once. She did the only thing she could think of to relive herself of that pain. Once she felt herself in Legolas's arms though everything changed. All the pain faded and she wanted to live, wanted to be near him, she did not want to cause him any more pain then she had already.
It didn't matter now of course, what's done is done; right now she needed a horse. Omoria wore a pair of light brown leggings and a white cover. A sword she had found in the room next to hers clung to her side as she turned the corner and down the steps.
Surely enough a horse she did see. To her right stood a grand white mare, silently she approached the great animal, petting her softly Omoria spoke in Elvish,
"~Im debere commeatus hi daer domina equa, Im curare le placere intendere nin a Mirkwood~"
~ I must leave now great lady mare, I heed you please bring me to Mirkwood~
The mare made a nudge in compliance. Omoria saddled the horse and leaped on. Silently she turned the grand animal towards the exit of Rivendell. A lone pair of eyes watched her are she left the gate. A piece of Arwen's hair blew across her face; she spoke only one word as she watched Omoria ride away.
"~naraer~" ~Farwell~
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Well that's it for this chapter. Keep checking, I should have the next chapter done in a day or so, if I hurry on writing. :)
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Io anann
"Legolas!..."
Her scream echoed throughout the halls of Rivendell. Slowly Omoria awoke from her terror. Her eyes fluttered open and looked around the room. She was in her room again. It was nighttime, and no one was present with her. She was alone, again. As she tried to move she found she could not, she was bound to her bed by restraints. She pulled at them but was stopped by a throbbing pain from her wrists. Glancing at them she remembered what happened. What she'd done. They were both bandaged; just above both bandages were the restraints.
A moment later her door swung open and a few people including Arwen and Aragorn. Arwen came up to her,
"When did he leave...?"
At first Arwen didn't understand her words, but then it dawned on her.
"~io anann~" ~Long ago~
Omoria breathed in remembering her horrid dreams. (Legolas...) what was she to do? Would they even believe her? No of course not. Not after what happened. No one ever would again. Not that it mattered, not anymore. It took her a moment to realize that Arwen was checking her over, her restraints were then removed.
"Why did you scream Omoria?"
Arwens question seemed strange. Everything seemed strange right now. She needed Legolas here. He was the only one who understood her. The only one who truly cared.
"I have to get to him! I have to save him! He's in danger! Please..."
She said begging, trying to get up, Arwen held her down.
"Please Omoria! Don't make me regret taking these off. Now calmly, what are you talking about?"
Omoria breathed in deeply. How was she to believe her? She wouldn't, no one would now.
"He's in danger...danger...please; he needs me...no..."
With that she fell into blackness once again.
***
Legolas Prince of Mirkwood stood with a few companions, before them stretched a battlefield that would soon be littered with bodies.
The Orcs, as they were called were on the move for the dark lord once again. The army of goblins surged it's way towards the beautiful country of Mirkwood. Legolas himself had been called to this battle. He was his duty to his country and to all of Middle Earth.
Legolas suffered so as the elves of Mirkwood appeared behind him. They were ready for battle, the Orcs yelled something not understood and prepared to charge. Sighing with grief Legolas whiled around to his kind,
"~ Teium linle! Me punga dat I salus o Mirkwood, A I honos o Rivendell! ~"
~Arm yourselves! We fight for the safety of Mirkwood, and the honor of Rivendell! ~
The yells from the elves echoed across the field as the Orcs approached. Forwarding Legolas couldn't help thinking that this battle would be the last he ever fought. His mind flashed back to Omoria and he eased a moment, but his heart still ached with worry and curiosity for this young mortal.
***
The late night breeze cooled her skin as she walked down the halls of Rivendell. She had to reach Legolas. If he was in Mirkwood then that was where she had to go too.
Omoria's memories flooded back to her of that day, shortly after she'd spoken with Legolas, all of her memories had come flowing back so quickly, everything she'd been through, everything that she'd done. She couldn't take all that at once. She did the only thing she could think of to relive herself of that pain. Once she felt herself in Legolas's arms though everything changed. All the pain faded and she wanted to live, wanted to be near him, she did not want to cause him any more pain then she had already.
It didn't matter now of course, what's done is done; right now she needed a horse. Omoria wore a pair of light brown leggings and a white cover. A sword she had found in the room next to hers clung to her side as she turned the corner and down the steps.
Surely enough a horse she did see. To her right stood a grand white mare, silently she approached the great animal, petting her softly Omoria spoke in Elvish,
"~Im debere commeatus hi daer domina equa, Im curare le placere intendere nin a Mirkwood~"
~ I must leave now great lady mare, I heed you please bring me to Mirkwood~
The mare made a nudge in compliance. Omoria saddled the horse and leaped on. Silently she turned the grand animal towards the exit of Rivendell. A lone pair of eyes watched her are she left the gate. A piece of Arwen's hair blew across her face; she spoke only one word as she watched Omoria ride away.
"~naraer~" ~Farwell~
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Well that's it for this chapter. Keep checking, I should have the next chapter done in a day or so, if I hurry on writing. :)
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