Disclaimer: I do not own the world of Dragonlance, LOTR, or any of their characters. However, the story is MINE MINE MINE!!! *hugs it tightly* So NOBODY take it .!
In Dreams
Written by: Angelwing
I know you,
But I have never seen your face, or the ring of your laugh
Yet, I know your love,
Even though I have never felt the brush of your lips against my cheek
Only in Dreams
Prologue
A flash of brilliant green light nearly blinded her. As she held up her hand to shield herself from the unholy light, she gasped in surprise and horror. The scaly arms and vicious claws of a draconian replaced the slender elven hand. In shock, she felt her face and accidentally cut herself with claws meant to tear through armor and flesh. Green blood dripped slowly down her cut cheek to the ground. She wept silently or at least thought she was but the beady eyes of a draconian shed no tears. A noise from behind brought her to her senses. Whirling around she faced a young man by looks elven yet bearing a beard.
"Tanis!" she said with relief but it came out as a strangled cry. A short haired woman stumbled up next to him clutching his arm for support. Kitiara, she guessed from Tanis' descriptions. Their eyes met, Kitiara's full of scorn and contempt yet shining with a fierce pride. The draconian eyes hid nothing, showed nothing but one goal, to kill. Tanis stepped protectively in front of Kitiara sword drawn. His eyes were young yet his face was aged with sorrow and fatigue. His blade glistened and struck her scaly skin. Though it was only a shallow cut in her flesh, the blow deeply scarred her heart. She looked at the face of the one she had loved since childhood. Her gaze strayed back towards Kitiara whom Tanis loved. Looking at her deformed hands, she thrust her evil claws into her own belly. Claw met skin and she sank into her own pool of green slime.
"Tanis… It's me… Lauranthalas…" she said through a strained throat. However, all Tanis and Kitiara understood was "Lauranthalas"
"Hmph… Laurana… That selfish little brat that still hasn't matured yet? Where ever she is, I hope she learns a lesson about real love and childhood fantasies," Tanis said drawing Kitiara closer. However much her heart was shattered before was nothing compared to what she experienced now. A thin veil of mist obscured her view and her body became rigid as it turned to cold stone.
Chapter 1
Sunlight peered through the tops of the large trees. Birds chirped cheerfully and fearlessly for these parts of the land were free of the Dark Queen's minions. A white doe roamed the forest in search of better greens. A graceful figure followed the doe unnoticed making no sound. Finally the doe stopped and pawed a tuft of grass. The following shadow watched with intense scrutiny as he drew his bow. A bird above shrieked a warning as it rocketed into the air. The doe lifted its slender head and looked about her searching for a sign. Finding none and reluctant to leave the fresh spring grass, the doe resumed eating. From nowhere, an arrow flew to the doe's vulnerable neck. The figure leapt into the air and landed knee first on the terrified doe's neck. The frantic struggling of the doe ceased for he had broken her neck. The figure prayed to Paladine that the death had been swift and painless. Then he thanked the doe for the nourishment she would bring. It was a relatively small doe for it was the end of a long harsh winter. Yet food was food and the Qualinesti elves had suffered a hard winter as well. The elf carried the doe back to a clearing where his friends would be waiting. He whistled a complex trill that mimicked the call of a common bird found in the forests of Qualinesti. Only another fellow elf would have recognized the difference. A similar trill came back to him and soon the elf was joined with his friends.
"Nice catch Legolas, although you usually do better than a small white doe," said another elf who smiled with jest. Legolas smacked his friend light on the back.
"Try catching something better in the woods. The winter has been harsh and you know the golden deer have been unusually scarce there years," Legolas said jokingly. He whistled once again but this time to summon his faithful silver dragon, Twilight. His friends followed suit and soon the sky was filled with silver, gold, and bronze.
Note: Yes Legolas is in the story! But before you start pelting me with tomatoes, *dodges one tomato*, let me just say… Doesn't Legolas fit perfectly in the story??? -^.^- Sorry about the weird boxes… It's not my fault it's the comps. And don't worry about Laurana (it was just a nightmare) Oh yea… about the poem in the beginning, (it's so terrible… =_=) you'll understand it a little better later… I don't know when but later ^_^ Well nity-nite! *runs from crowd*
Angelwing