Does nobody out there read this?! *sob*
Still owning nothing. And I have something real depressing to do after. Oh the life I lead...
My Molotov.
I got up from where I sat and made my way over to the door. Wood. Old, dry and definitely just right for a bonfire. I picked up my bottle of vodka and made my preparations.
Ten minutes later I picked up my lighter and grinned to myself. Just call me a pyromaniac. I lit the wick that I had made from some string and then curled up on the opposite side of the room waiting for the door to burn.
Ten seconds later I was lying on the floor choking. Trust me not to take into account the need for air. I grabbed my bag and decided my best bet (and only chance of survival) would be to run for it. Obviously the elves thought that they'd be better off if they let me burn. Bastards. Checking I had all my possessions I took a deep breath and made for the door.
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I was outside the palace, but that didn't stop me running. Well think about it. The elves were already distinctly unfriendly towards me, how would they feel now that I'd just tried to burn down their palace in an attempt to escape. Exactly. I preferred the idea of being dinner for a spider than facing any elf of Mirkwood.
I'd almost got out of the forest when I was grabbed from behind. I swung around, no one was stopping me now. Particularly not Mr annoying elf himself. Dammit. I decided actions spoke louder than words. I kicked him in the shin and gave a mad dash to the edge of the forest.
I made it.
***
Quite why I thought I'd be safe once I left the forest I wasn't a hundred percent sure. For some reason best known to myself I stopped running outside of the forest. Bright one aren't I? Which is why I was now being dragged back to Mirkwood by a severely pissed elf. Suddenly I wished I'd kicked him harder.
He dumped me unceremoniously onto the floor in front of King Thranduil. Just what I didn't want.
"You burned down the dungeons." The King stated calmly. Although the anger he was feeling towards me was obvious from the look in his eyes.
"Yeah. And?" I'd had it with the elves. From now on I was an Aragorn girl. Hang on, Aragorn is a man right? I pondered that thought while the King began to rant and rave at me. I opened my mouth interrupting the King's very eloquent flow. "Is Aragorn a man?"
The room was stunned. How dare I interrupt the King? "Aragorn is from the race of Men." Legolas answered flicking her beautiful hair impatiently at me.
"No, I meant is he male? Or is he a she?"
"Aragorn is male."
"Thank fuck for that. Next time I'm aiming for Gondor. Better welcome than here." I mused, then realising every eye in the room was on me I glanced up at the King, "Sorry, you were saying?"
The King glared at me with barely contained venom. "Give her to the spiders." He declared. He turned to the annoying elf whose name I suddenly realised I did not know. "Veborion. You found her. You take her there."
The annoying elf, Veborion got up and answered, "Yes, father."
'Father'? Oh marvellous. I'd kicked Mr, sorry, Prince I am an annoying elf and he'd turned out to be Thranduil's son. How ironic. There was me plotting to get Thranduil's son to fall madly in love with me and then finding out his son was actually his daughter and then when I met his real son I actually resorted to violence. Someone up there really didn't like me.
Oh well, at least now I can attempt to make my escape, I thought miserably as Veborion dragged me out of the room, his grip on my arm bruising my skin. What a charmer. I began to plot exactly what I could do to Veborion to make him let me go.
Idiot.
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Not the best chapter perhaps. I'm discouraged by how LITTLE feedback I'm getting. So R&R now. Got that?
Still owning nothing. And I have something real depressing to do after. Oh the life I lead...
My Molotov.
I got up from where I sat and made my way over to the door. Wood. Old, dry and definitely just right for a bonfire. I picked up my bottle of vodka and made my preparations.
Ten minutes later I picked up my lighter and grinned to myself. Just call me a pyromaniac. I lit the wick that I had made from some string and then curled up on the opposite side of the room waiting for the door to burn.
Ten seconds later I was lying on the floor choking. Trust me not to take into account the need for air. I grabbed my bag and decided my best bet (and only chance of survival) would be to run for it. Obviously the elves thought that they'd be better off if they let me burn. Bastards. Checking I had all my possessions I took a deep breath and made for the door.
***
I was outside the palace, but that didn't stop me running. Well think about it. The elves were already distinctly unfriendly towards me, how would they feel now that I'd just tried to burn down their palace in an attempt to escape. Exactly. I preferred the idea of being dinner for a spider than facing any elf of Mirkwood.
I'd almost got out of the forest when I was grabbed from behind. I swung around, no one was stopping me now. Particularly not Mr annoying elf himself. Dammit. I decided actions spoke louder than words. I kicked him in the shin and gave a mad dash to the edge of the forest.
I made it.
***
Quite why I thought I'd be safe once I left the forest I wasn't a hundred percent sure. For some reason best known to myself I stopped running outside of the forest. Bright one aren't I? Which is why I was now being dragged back to Mirkwood by a severely pissed elf. Suddenly I wished I'd kicked him harder.
He dumped me unceremoniously onto the floor in front of King Thranduil. Just what I didn't want.
"You burned down the dungeons." The King stated calmly. Although the anger he was feeling towards me was obvious from the look in his eyes.
"Yeah. And?" I'd had it with the elves. From now on I was an Aragorn girl. Hang on, Aragorn is a man right? I pondered that thought while the King began to rant and rave at me. I opened my mouth interrupting the King's very eloquent flow. "Is Aragorn a man?"
The room was stunned. How dare I interrupt the King? "Aragorn is from the race of Men." Legolas answered flicking her beautiful hair impatiently at me.
"No, I meant is he male? Or is he a she?"
"Aragorn is male."
"Thank fuck for that. Next time I'm aiming for Gondor. Better welcome than here." I mused, then realising every eye in the room was on me I glanced up at the King, "Sorry, you were saying?"
The King glared at me with barely contained venom. "Give her to the spiders." He declared. He turned to the annoying elf whose name I suddenly realised I did not know. "Veborion. You found her. You take her there."
The annoying elf, Veborion got up and answered, "Yes, father."
'Father'? Oh marvellous. I'd kicked Mr, sorry, Prince I am an annoying elf and he'd turned out to be Thranduil's son. How ironic. There was me plotting to get Thranduil's son to fall madly in love with me and then finding out his son was actually his daughter and then when I met his real son I actually resorted to violence. Someone up there really didn't like me.
Oh well, at least now I can attempt to make my escape, I thought miserably as Veborion dragged me out of the room, his grip on my arm bruising my skin. What a charmer. I began to plot exactly what I could do to Veborion to make him let me go.
Idiot.
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Not the best chapter perhaps. I'm discouraged by how LITTLE feedback I'm getting. So R&R now. Got that?
