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Read on and appreciate the intro of 2 new HOTguys ^_~
Might be a little confusing in the next few chapters, and i'm seriously going through a writer's block, but i got SO many new characters waiting to come into play, that it's just gonna be GREAT. Yeah, i know over-excited, but i just LOOVE writing this
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Kara
P.S: a few more chapters and i'm gonna punch in a small spicy scene b/w u-guess-who…hope i can pull that off nicely ^_~
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Chpt. 3 – warriors
"Why do you look at me like that?" she cut into his thoughts.
Irean glanced at her, disturbed,
"I knew him…a while back." She just gaped at him, speechless. "He was very young, barely a man. 'Twas maybe fifteen years ago." All the while, Lutilivien could not utter a word. "Never changed much, believed in the world, in everybody…so naïve."
Irean sighed, his thoughts wandering away.
Still moved, the young elf sitting by him now studied his profile; the flames of his bangs burning in the shadow, the prominent forehead underneath them, long and narrow mist colored eyes, the curved outline of his nose, full lips, and the strongly outlined jaw. All only slightly resembled her husband's gently featured face.
Irean jerked up and looked at her sideways.
"It has been a while now since I had last heard of him. There was word, though, that he departed as an apprentice with some Mirkwood warrior."
"Mirkwood?!" she could not believe her ears, "Only dwarves and Dunedains could even compare with their fighting skills, so why would—" a memory flashed back at her.
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"See that army down there? How foolish they are…"
"What do you mean?"
"You see Liv…They think their actions lead towards something, but all creatures have a conscience, and besides, one cannot kill another without killing oneself at the same time. Is it not wasteful to die in such a way?"
"…"
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"Now I understand what he said that day…" she whispered absent-mindedly.
"Huh?"
"Oh! It is simply that—" she stopped and looked towards something invisible to her eyes, and then she shivered greatly and covered her ears as a sound hit them. "No, no stop that!" she whimpered writhing in pain, holding her head, her eyes closed shut.
"…livien…are…uo…alrigh…at's…ppening?!" she heard Irean's voice as if from a great distance, echoed and unclear.
All she could hear well was that hated, constant, low pitched but perfectly clear note ringing piercing her mid and body. Blindly, she tried to grab hold of Irean, but she missed and slowly slipped into darkness.
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Legolas gave a mighty yawn and stretched on the grass.
"Humph! Long time no sleep." He murmured to himself, and comfortably moved his body into a sitting position against the tree he had just been sleeping under. "Palan!!!"
There was a blanket a few yards away from him, obviously holding somebody underneath it. At the call, the body under the blanket stirred, and almost immediately strongly disheveled blue-ink hair emerged from under the blanket.
"Whatta ya want?!"
Legolas frowned slightly,
"Water, Palan, I want wa-ter."
The blanket was thrown forcefully at his face.
"Oh, that's just fine for you to say! You don't have to drag those damned buckets to the stream and back!" a young, handsome man of seemingly barely twenty was rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"Not 'drag' to and forth, fly to and forth." Legolas got up and threw a shirt over his bare, muscular shoulders. "Besides, are you not my apprentice?"
"Exactly." The young man's lavender eyes sparkled deviously.
With lightning speed he reached for his dagger and threw it straight at Legolas' chest, but the elf caught it gracefully in midair. Both drew their swords and clashed mid distance from where they each of them was standing.
Palan swung at Legolas' left side, but the latter simply blocked the blow. They sparred a while pressing their sword against the other's blade, then Palan broke contact, jumped back and aimed for the elf's legs. He in turn, pushed against the ground forcefully with his feet and fell at his opponent from midair. Immediately, Palan raised his sword and stopped Legolas' blade over his head, though he was now down on one knee. Concentrating all his strength, he pushed off the elf's weapon and attacked his uncovered arm. Legolas again evaded the blow, and leaped sideways like the wind by his opponent. Before Palan had even the chance to turn, he suddenly felt cool metal pressed against his throat.
"Not bad…" Legolas released the irritated companion. "Now go get the water." Palan shrugged and suddenly a pair of enormous silver wings burst out of his back. Angered, he picked up the two empty buckets from the leaf-covered ground and rose nimbly into the air murmuring to himself.
"What a spirit…" Legolas smirked to himself and turned to stringing his precious bow.