Oops, I found somthin wrong with this fic, in the beginning, I believe I said that Legolas' Sinat came from his Lorien bloodlines, ok, I don't know if he's related to anyone from Lorien but lets just say that, like Elrond, Thranduil's wife was from Lothlorien… ok? I know that doesn't really add up, but Mirkwood is near Lorien, I think ::runs off to check maps:: yep, just across the Anduin, so its possible, allright? Peachy? Ok, On with the Fic! (Which by the way, gets a lot more interesting from here)
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They were waiting. Legolas had long ago decided that waiting was the worst part of anything. Waiting for danger, for something to happen, for love. He pushed the thought out of his head, which he knew that he desperately needed to keep, especially now. Thinking about Annundaeiel would not help his mental clarity. Standing behind a door, Legolas looked at Maegmariel. She held her bow at ready, and unlike Legolas, was calmly awaiting the orcs coming. He sighed, envious of his sister's ability to wait for it. Waiting for danger to come to him was against his nature, he much preferred to seek it out and get it over with. Common sense held him back. Well, common sense, his father, and Maegmariel. That was the difference between them, she was content to wait for the danger to come to her, because she knew enough to realize that it was stupid to seek it out. Legolas knew better, but sometimes choose to ignore his better judgment.
He sighed and looked around for his father. He found him, standing in the shadows. Thranduil had his bow in hand as well, and like most of them, had a grim look on his face. Like all elves, he wore no armor, instead relying on his quick reflexes. In the dim light, Legolas looked for more familiar faces. He found Baranoonien; usually cheerful grin wiped off her face, and Mathielion, looking, as usual, expressionless. Legolas felt the emotions coming from him, and knew that his face did not reflect his feelings. Giving up, he stared off into space. All lights had been put out, and they stood in darkness. Legolas was, at the moment in the dining hall, which looked out on the garden. He did not bother trying to look for the orcs, they were coming and he knew it. Though they were near, it was not time to be wary, yet. Finally becoming curious as to how far off they were, he felt around for the orcs, and was greeted instead by the presence of Annundaeiel. She was swiftly drawing near, and as he looked out, he saw her, barely. He doubted that anyone besides him knew that she was there. Before he could dwell anymore, her presence began to recede, and he saw that she was headed for the other side of the gardens, nearly half a mile off.
He sat down, and looked up to see Maegmariel watching him intently. Though she could not feel his emotions, she could read his face like a book, a talent that she had picked up from Thranduil. Unnerved by the fact that she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, he looked down. After knowing him for more than 1,500 years, it was no wonder that she could read him, even without Sinat, but it still made him nervous.
He again sat in the darkness that seemed to embrace him. In that dark he noticed that it was totally silent. No cricket chirped, nor did any owl call. When he had been in the gardens not an hour earlier, there had been crickets, and other noises of the creatures of the night. Now, all had run away or silenced themselves. Even the fountains seemed quiet.
Screams that only Legolas and Maegmariel could hear tore through his head, scattering his thoughts amid the pain. Lights, different colors and strengths flared, and then died on his eyelids, as he bit his lip so as not to scream. When it was over, the presence of orcs nearly overwhelmed him. Pushing the magic back so that it was controllable, he cursed himself. He knew better than to leave himself open like that! Opening his eyes, he found Maegmariel kneeling by his side. She had obviously been through much the same thing, tears leaked from her eyes. However she had also kept herself more guarded, so her ordeal had been shorter.
"Come Legolas, you know as well as I that the orcs approach quickly.
He nodded, quickly regaining his composure. He rose, and immediately ducked as an arrow came whizzing towards him. It went over his head, then buried itself in the opposite wall. Legolas fitted an arrow to his bow, and grimly began to shoot as orcs poured into the garden. The battle had begun.
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They were waiting. Legolas had long ago decided that waiting was the worst part of anything. Waiting for danger, for something to happen, for love. He pushed the thought out of his head, which he knew that he desperately needed to keep, especially now. Thinking about Annundaeiel would not help his mental clarity. Standing behind a door, Legolas looked at Maegmariel. She held her bow at ready, and unlike Legolas, was calmly awaiting the orcs coming. He sighed, envious of his sister's ability to wait for it. Waiting for danger to come to him was against his nature, he much preferred to seek it out and get it over with. Common sense held him back. Well, common sense, his father, and Maegmariel. That was the difference between them, she was content to wait for the danger to come to her, because she knew enough to realize that it was stupid to seek it out. Legolas knew better, but sometimes choose to ignore his better judgment.
He sighed and looked around for his father. He found him, standing in the shadows. Thranduil had his bow in hand as well, and like most of them, had a grim look on his face. Like all elves, he wore no armor, instead relying on his quick reflexes. In the dim light, Legolas looked for more familiar faces. He found Baranoonien; usually cheerful grin wiped off her face, and Mathielion, looking, as usual, expressionless. Legolas felt the emotions coming from him, and knew that his face did not reflect his feelings. Giving up, he stared off into space. All lights had been put out, and they stood in darkness. Legolas was, at the moment in the dining hall, which looked out on the garden. He did not bother trying to look for the orcs, they were coming and he knew it. Though they were near, it was not time to be wary, yet. Finally becoming curious as to how far off they were, he felt around for the orcs, and was greeted instead by the presence of Annundaeiel. She was swiftly drawing near, and as he looked out, he saw her, barely. He doubted that anyone besides him knew that she was there. Before he could dwell anymore, her presence began to recede, and he saw that she was headed for the other side of the gardens, nearly half a mile off.
He sat down, and looked up to see Maegmariel watching him intently. Though she could not feel his emotions, she could read his face like a book, a talent that she had picked up from Thranduil. Unnerved by the fact that she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking, he looked down. After knowing him for more than 1,500 years, it was no wonder that she could read him, even without Sinat, but it still made him nervous.
He again sat in the darkness that seemed to embrace him. In that dark he noticed that it was totally silent. No cricket chirped, nor did any owl call. When he had been in the gardens not an hour earlier, there had been crickets, and other noises of the creatures of the night. Now, all had run away or silenced themselves. Even the fountains seemed quiet.
Screams that only Legolas and Maegmariel could hear tore through his head, scattering his thoughts amid the pain. Lights, different colors and strengths flared, and then died on his eyelids, as he bit his lip so as not to scream. When it was over, the presence of orcs nearly overwhelmed him. Pushing the magic back so that it was controllable, he cursed himself. He knew better than to leave himself open like that! Opening his eyes, he found Maegmariel kneeling by his side. She had obviously been through much the same thing, tears leaked from her eyes. However she had also kept herself more guarded, so her ordeal had been shorter.
"Come Legolas, you know as well as I that the orcs approach quickly.
He nodded, quickly regaining his composure. He rose, and immediately ducked as an arrow came whizzing towards him. It went over his head, then buried itself in the opposite wall. Legolas fitted an arrow to his bow, and grimly began to shoot as orcs poured into the garden. The battle had begun.