Bowstrings and Broken Bones
By Lady Aralain
~Prologue~
Aiwen knew that she was not in full control of her facilities. The wind still continued to buffet her slight form, but in her mind that was no longer an issue. She could not feel anything, so it did not matter to her. But what did plague her mind was the thought that she would never love again. She would never be loved again. Never hold her heart's desire under a starlit sky, whispering words of endearment to him. She would never be alive again. The rain continued to pour, and the wind gusted with a renewed strength. But they could not hold a candle to the torrents of pain that washed through her.
~Chapter One~
Riding into the magnificent city of Rivendell, Legolas could not help but gaze in wonder at the splendor of it. His home, Mirkwood, was nothing compared to this. He had been called here to attend the council of Elrond, and that would be taken care of in a few days. But until then, he had every intention of exploring every inch of the city.
By Lady Aralain
~Prologue~
Aiwen knew that she was not in full control of her facilities. The wind still continued to buffet her slight form, but in her mind that was no longer an issue. She could not feel anything, so it did not matter to her. But what did plague her mind was the thought that she would never love again. She would never be loved again. Never hold her heart's desire under a starlit sky, whispering words of endearment to him. She would never be alive again. The rain continued to pour, and the wind gusted with a renewed strength. But they could not hold a candle to the torrents of pain that washed through her.
~Chapter One~
Riding into the magnificent city of Rivendell, Legolas could not help but gaze in wonder at the splendor of it. His home, Mirkwood, was nothing compared to this. He had been called here to attend the council of Elrond, and that would be taken care of in a few days. But until then, he had every intention of exploring every inch of the city.