Purity
Chapter 4: Memories Start
Everything was blurry, yes blurry was the word. At first it had been pitch black, not being able to see an inch in front of herself; that was much better, there was fear within darkness, a fear that she could almost have tasted.
There was a fire not to far away, close enough to feel its warmth, but not to burn, such a shame. Crackling and popping from the flame could be heard as well as the rustling of the firewood, which meant someone else had to be there. Someone who was watching, waiting for her to awake. She could have easily attacked the person, not caring for their hospitality, but she recalled that she was unarmed and for that she cursed herself for her stupidity.
Her head was swimming in an endless wave of pounding and sensitivity making her feel weak and helpless. It was a feeling that she despised, that disgusted her. How was she to be feared, or respected if she was helpless? Adding to the fact that one of her powers was useless due to the cursed elven hearing she was bestowed with upon entrance of the Mirkwood forest.
The blasphemous Elven prince had not helped either. She hated royalty, but detested Elves with their calm and peaceful manner, especially their many incantations and spells they casted. They did not keep well bounds with the outside world, hence the reason no one had cowered in terror or so much as recognized her. They had most likely heard of the Dark Lordess, but never actually seen her. She hated and loved this fact; it made her mission much easier, but they ignored her as well.
She had convinced herself that the Prince had casted a spell or worse, a curse, upon her disabling her from causing harm on her victims, or perhaps just him. For this she would make sure that in the time of his death she would make it as painful and slow as she could. She smirked at this thought and could barely contain her sheer excitement for the moment until it had arrived.
In any case, spells did not last forever and all she had to do was wait for it to wear off and so she would complete the task at hand as well as chop off a few on her way. Her eyes fluttered as the sunlight crept its way through the trees and blinded her momentarily. Realizing that the fire had been put out a few moments earlier, she immediately shot up from where she lay.
"Careful, or you'll injure yourself even further," a male voice loomed. Levicia scoffed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she hadn't slept in weeks, but she had been found unconscious many a times from either battle or fatigue.
"I'll do as I please," she growled and dusted herself off, leaning against the rock behind her, which served as a momentary pillow.
"Did your parents teach you not of manners?" he snickered.
"I have naught parents," she hissed and forced herself to her feet despite the desperate cry of her muscles.
"Sit," he ordered her and tossed her a rather small piece of meat, "eat." She caught the leg in her hand and examined it, trying to decide whether to eat it or not. "It has not been poisoned if that you think."
She gazed at him, narrowing her eyes, "I trust you not, my dear Legolas."
"Ah, the temptress speaks the name of the unworthy," he smirked.
"Temptress? My dear elven, the only thing I am tempted to do as of this moment is cut out your tongue and hold it for you if you cannot do so yourself," she snarled and walked away from him. He frowned and followed after her discreetly, picking up his bow and quiver on the way.
"Where are you going?" he asked from within the trees. She did not respond, instead began to walk at a slightly faster pace until she had finally made her way to her horse where she wrapped her cloak around herself and hooked her sword around her waist.
Legolas jumped down behind her only to come face to face with the very dagger she'd attacked him with the night before. He moved his eyes down the blade and followed her arm until he was gazing into her pale green hues.
"Do not tempt me for your time has not yet come," she glared at him and shoved the blade into the belt that hung loosely at her hips.
"Little girls shouldn't play with sharp objects," he whispered in her ear as she secured her bags to the saddle of the steed. She gasped at the closeness of his voice and stopped her actions for a moment before replying to his comment.
"Ignorant boys shouldn't play with pointy sticks," she turned around and glanced at his arrows, receiving a glare from the arrogant prince. She smirked with satisfaction and grasped the saddle and prepared to mount Portal, but a hand stopped her. She glanced angrily at him waiting for an explanation for his actions.
"One does not let their assassin leave after a failed kill," he said.
"Then one shall wait for their turn patiently unless they wish to see their ancestors before hand," she ripped her arm away from him and climbed onto her horse. Just as she was to ride off towards Lorien, a thought struck her like a swift arrow of an archer.
This Elven prince knew not who she was, he was a member of the fellowship and if evil had arisen from the bowels of hell for the purity ring then the fellowship itself may reconvene on a quest for it as well. If she had enough will power to do so, she could act innocent and behave herself until he led her to the others where she would be able to complete her mission and return from the blasphemous journey she was sent on at last.
With a sigh, she spoke hushed and soothing words to Portal before turning back to the Prince. It was apparent that he was somewhat confused with her hesitation to leave, as she would surely outrun him on the steed.
"You wish to know of your assassin," she hopped down from Portal and looked at him, receiving a nod of recognition. "Then let us depart, for we have a long journey ahead of us," she turned to the steed and allowed him to mount first.
He offered his hand to her and she took it graciously, but before she climbed onto the horse a forgotten memory flashed in her mind. She was wearing an elven dress, a dark red in hue to match her hair. Two elven boys and another elven girl accompanied her; all wearing similarly colored clothing of dark decent. They were all running around and creating havoc within the village, dropping buckets of water to the unsuspecting victims below.
Levicia shook her head and looked up at Legolas to see he had a worried look plastered on his face for her pause followed by the shaking of her head, her hair bouncing with every movement.
"Are you..."
"I'm fine," she answered quickly and mounted the steed, sitting in front of him and froze realizing he had already taken the reigns and had to wrap his arms around her waist to control the horse. She leaned forward slightly to have some distance between her back and his chest. Legolas snickered, obviously noticing her strange behavior as heat began to rush to her cheeks. Never in her life had she had this happen and tightened her fists with anger.
"Last night you were willing to court me and now you dare not have us touch?" he chuckled and jerked her body closer to his earning a gasp of surprise from her lips, provoking her even more than he already had.
"This is going to be a long journey indeed," she thought to herself.
Chapter 4: Memories Start
Everything was blurry, yes blurry was the word. At first it had been pitch black, not being able to see an inch in front of herself; that was much better, there was fear within darkness, a fear that she could almost have tasted.
There was a fire not to far away, close enough to feel its warmth, but not to burn, such a shame. Crackling and popping from the flame could be heard as well as the rustling of the firewood, which meant someone else had to be there. Someone who was watching, waiting for her to awake. She could have easily attacked the person, not caring for their hospitality, but she recalled that she was unarmed and for that she cursed herself for her stupidity.
Her head was swimming in an endless wave of pounding and sensitivity making her feel weak and helpless. It was a feeling that she despised, that disgusted her. How was she to be feared, or respected if she was helpless? Adding to the fact that one of her powers was useless due to the cursed elven hearing she was bestowed with upon entrance of the Mirkwood forest.
The blasphemous Elven prince had not helped either. She hated royalty, but detested Elves with their calm and peaceful manner, especially their many incantations and spells they casted. They did not keep well bounds with the outside world, hence the reason no one had cowered in terror or so much as recognized her. They had most likely heard of the Dark Lordess, but never actually seen her. She hated and loved this fact; it made her mission much easier, but they ignored her as well.
She had convinced herself that the Prince had casted a spell or worse, a curse, upon her disabling her from causing harm on her victims, or perhaps just him. For this she would make sure that in the time of his death she would make it as painful and slow as she could. She smirked at this thought and could barely contain her sheer excitement for the moment until it had arrived.
In any case, spells did not last forever and all she had to do was wait for it to wear off and so she would complete the task at hand as well as chop off a few on her way. Her eyes fluttered as the sunlight crept its way through the trees and blinded her momentarily. Realizing that the fire had been put out a few moments earlier, she immediately shot up from where she lay.
"Careful, or you'll injure yourself even further," a male voice loomed. Levicia scoffed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she hadn't slept in weeks, but she had been found unconscious many a times from either battle or fatigue.
"I'll do as I please," she growled and dusted herself off, leaning against the rock behind her, which served as a momentary pillow.
"Did your parents teach you not of manners?" he snickered.
"I have naught parents," she hissed and forced herself to her feet despite the desperate cry of her muscles.
"Sit," he ordered her and tossed her a rather small piece of meat, "eat." She caught the leg in her hand and examined it, trying to decide whether to eat it or not. "It has not been poisoned if that you think."
She gazed at him, narrowing her eyes, "I trust you not, my dear Legolas."
"Ah, the temptress speaks the name of the unworthy," he smirked.
"Temptress? My dear elven, the only thing I am tempted to do as of this moment is cut out your tongue and hold it for you if you cannot do so yourself," she snarled and walked away from him. He frowned and followed after her discreetly, picking up his bow and quiver on the way.
"Where are you going?" he asked from within the trees. She did not respond, instead began to walk at a slightly faster pace until she had finally made her way to her horse where she wrapped her cloak around herself and hooked her sword around her waist.
Legolas jumped down behind her only to come face to face with the very dagger she'd attacked him with the night before. He moved his eyes down the blade and followed her arm until he was gazing into her pale green hues.
"Do not tempt me for your time has not yet come," she glared at him and shoved the blade into the belt that hung loosely at her hips.
"Little girls shouldn't play with sharp objects," he whispered in her ear as she secured her bags to the saddle of the steed. She gasped at the closeness of his voice and stopped her actions for a moment before replying to his comment.
"Ignorant boys shouldn't play with pointy sticks," she turned around and glanced at his arrows, receiving a glare from the arrogant prince. She smirked with satisfaction and grasped the saddle and prepared to mount Portal, but a hand stopped her. She glanced angrily at him waiting for an explanation for his actions.
"One does not let their assassin leave after a failed kill," he said.
"Then one shall wait for their turn patiently unless they wish to see their ancestors before hand," she ripped her arm away from him and climbed onto her horse. Just as she was to ride off towards Lorien, a thought struck her like a swift arrow of an archer.
This Elven prince knew not who she was, he was a member of the fellowship and if evil had arisen from the bowels of hell for the purity ring then the fellowship itself may reconvene on a quest for it as well. If she had enough will power to do so, she could act innocent and behave herself until he led her to the others where she would be able to complete her mission and return from the blasphemous journey she was sent on at last.
With a sigh, she spoke hushed and soothing words to Portal before turning back to the Prince. It was apparent that he was somewhat confused with her hesitation to leave, as she would surely outrun him on the steed.
"You wish to know of your assassin," she hopped down from Portal and looked at him, receiving a nod of recognition. "Then let us depart, for we have a long journey ahead of us," she turned to the steed and allowed him to mount first.
He offered his hand to her and she took it graciously, but before she climbed onto the horse a forgotten memory flashed in her mind. She was wearing an elven dress, a dark red in hue to match her hair. Two elven boys and another elven girl accompanied her; all wearing similarly colored clothing of dark decent. They were all running around and creating havoc within the village, dropping buckets of water to the unsuspecting victims below.
Levicia shook her head and looked up at Legolas to see he had a worried look plastered on his face for her pause followed by the shaking of her head, her hair bouncing with every movement.
"Are you..."
"I'm fine," she answered quickly and mounted the steed, sitting in front of him and froze realizing he had already taken the reigns and had to wrap his arms around her waist to control the horse. She leaned forward slightly to have some distance between her back and his chest. Legolas snickered, obviously noticing her strange behavior as heat began to rush to her cheeks. Never in her life had she had this happen and tightened her fists with anger.
"Last night you were willing to court me and now you dare not have us touch?" he chuckled and jerked her body closer to his earning a gasp of surprise from her lips, provoking her even more than he already had.
"This is going to be a long journey indeed," she thought to herself.