Chapter 1:
"You think we lost them?" Angelonus asked, risking a glance behind him to his sister. She glared at him, her dark eyes almost glowing with anger.
"If not, you lost us, for sure." She halted, making no sound against the leaves. In a quick motion, she slipped off her black cap, letting her long brown hair cascade against her back. Angel sighed as he approached her, his short, blonde hair clashing against his dark brows.
"I know where we are… and the guild can find us for sure. But… the men of Rohan are fast and ride…um…"She chuckled, slapping him with her hat.
You were never good with Elvin rhymes, brother."
"And you were never good at directions, Nazglas." She frowned and tucked her long tresses back into her cap. Angel sighed, his eyes, identical to her own, roaming for any sign of familiarity. "Please, Naz, trust me for once." He smiled as he heard her laugh.
"Oh where have I heard that before, Angel? Was it just a few minutes ago when the Prince of Thieves tried to rob a Man who was of Rohan?" He shook his head.
"How was I to know where…" He froze, listening. Naz did likewise, the wind in the trees sounding eerily like footprints. 'They couldn't have followed us… we leave no prints behind and step lightly…"
"For humans, yes." Both spun, finding themselves face to face with an old wizard and a young blonde man holding a bow. "But still loud enough for Legolas to track you." At the mention of his name, the blonde man pulled tighter on his bow string.
"Why, thieves, do you run into an unknown forest? Were the men of Rohan too much?" Naz shot a look at Angel.
"Everyone knows the legend but you." Gandalf smiled gently, and stepped forward, only to be met with a knife an inch away from his face.
"Stay away from her." Legolas looked at the man who had just threatened Gandalf. The old wizard chuckled.
"I am not here to hurt you."
"speak for yourself. Thieves of any rate deserve death." Both Angel and Naz looked at Legolas with a hatred.
"Look, we don't wanna fight. We just wanna leave. Like, Now." Angel said slowly, backing away from Gandalf. "We have enough for dinner, we're happy. We want to leave." Gandalf looked fleetingly at the small pouch hanging on Angel's hip.
"A bit of an expensive dinner, isn't it Angelonus." Angel looked surprised at the mention of his name. 'Even for an elf, that is much." Legolas stared in shock at the thieves and removed his hood.
"He's an elf?" Both him and Angel demanded at the same time. Only Naz remained silent. Gandalf nodded with seemingly endless patients.
"All three of you are. Now, will the princes please formally introduce themselves?" Legolas glanced from Gandalf to Angel.
"Prince?"
"Legolas, meet the Elvin Prince of Thieves, and his twin, the Ring Leaf, Nazglas." Naz just glared at the elf. Gandalf turned to the twins. "Thieves, this is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood."
"A prince or a fool? You should wonder that, Gandalf." Naz snapped, stepping into view. She held a long knife in her hand, while Angel held a similar one. Legolas recognized them instantly.
"How did you get my knives?"
"How'd you get your name? Stole it from the trees as I stole the blades from you." Angel stared at Naz.
"Oh, yeah, show me up by talkin' all elvish." She glared at him. Legolas noticed Gandalf give a slight nod as the two continued to bicker.
A second later, both were pinned against different trees, cursing the Prince and the wizard. Legolas seemed to be having difficulty restraining Nazglas, even with her against the tree.
"Put me down, you… you…" She trailed off, catching his eyes for the first time. They showed so much pain and confusion, and something she couldn't quite read. Legolas found himself looking to her eyes as well. She still struggled, but it became less and less against his strong hands. He held her wrists in one hand, and used his other to brush a strand of his hair out of his face. Her own hair was wild from the struggle and the wind. He brushed it out of her eyes before noticing Gandalf standing beside him, Angel knocked unconscious.
"Let us go, Legolas. Time is something we do not have much of." And with a wave of his hand, Nazglas fell unconscious as well.
"You think we lost them?" Angelonus asked, risking a glance behind him to his sister. She glared at him, her dark eyes almost glowing with anger.
"If not, you lost us, for sure." She halted, making no sound against the leaves. In a quick motion, she slipped off her black cap, letting her long brown hair cascade against her back. Angel sighed as he approached her, his short, blonde hair clashing against his dark brows.
"I know where we are… and the guild can find us for sure. But… the men of Rohan are fast and ride…um…"She chuckled, slapping him with her hat.
You were never good with Elvin rhymes, brother."
"And you were never good at directions, Nazglas." She frowned and tucked her long tresses back into her cap. Angel sighed, his eyes, identical to her own, roaming for any sign of familiarity. "Please, Naz, trust me for once." He smiled as he heard her laugh.
"Oh where have I heard that before, Angel? Was it just a few minutes ago when the Prince of Thieves tried to rob a Man who was of Rohan?" He shook his head.
"How was I to know where…" He froze, listening. Naz did likewise, the wind in the trees sounding eerily like footprints. 'They couldn't have followed us… we leave no prints behind and step lightly…"
"For humans, yes." Both spun, finding themselves face to face with an old wizard and a young blonde man holding a bow. "But still loud enough for Legolas to track you." At the mention of his name, the blonde man pulled tighter on his bow string.
"Why, thieves, do you run into an unknown forest? Were the men of Rohan too much?" Naz shot a look at Angel.
"Everyone knows the legend but you." Gandalf smiled gently, and stepped forward, only to be met with a knife an inch away from his face.
"Stay away from her." Legolas looked at the man who had just threatened Gandalf. The old wizard chuckled.
"I am not here to hurt you."
"speak for yourself. Thieves of any rate deserve death." Both Angel and Naz looked at Legolas with a hatred.
"Look, we don't wanna fight. We just wanna leave. Like, Now." Angel said slowly, backing away from Gandalf. "We have enough for dinner, we're happy. We want to leave." Gandalf looked fleetingly at the small pouch hanging on Angel's hip.
"A bit of an expensive dinner, isn't it Angelonus." Angel looked surprised at the mention of his name. 'Even for an elf, that is much." Legolas stared in shock at the thieves and removed his hood.
"He's an elf?" Both him and Angel demanded at the same time. Only Naz remained silent. Gandalf nodded with seemingly endless patients.
"All three of you are. Now, will the princes please formally introduce themselves?" Legolas glanced from Gandalf to Angel.
"Prince?"
"Legolas, meet the Elvin Prince of Thieves, and his twin, the Ring Leaf, Nazglas." Naz just glared at the elf. Gandalf turned to the twins. "Thieves, this is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood."
"A prince or a fool? You should wonder that, Gandalf." Naz snapped, stepping into view. She held a long knife in her hand, while Angel held a similar one. Legolas recognized them instantly.
"How did you get my knives?"
"How'd you get your name? Stole it from the trees as I stole the blades from you." Angel stared at Naz.
"Oh, yeah, show me up by talkin' all elvish." She glared at him. Legolas noticed Gandalf give a slight nod as the two continued to bicker.
A second later, both were pinned against different trees, cursing the Prince and the wizard. Legolas seemed to be having difficulty restraining Nazglas, even with her against the tree.
"Put me down, you… you…" She trailed off, catching his eyes for the first time. They showed so much pain and confusion, and something she couldn't quite read. Legolas found himself looking to her eyes as well. She still struggled, but it became less and less against his strong hands. He held her wrists in one hand, and used his other to brush a strand of his hair out of his face. Her own hair was wild from the struggle and the wind. He brushed it out of her eyes before noticing Gandalf standing beside him, Angel knocked unconscious.
"Let us go, Legolas. Time is something we do not have much of." And with a wave of his hand, Nazglas fell unconscious as well.