A/N: To answer a question I received earlier: No, there will be no slash in
this story, Deynak was simply bonding with Cuthalion. Deynak regards
Cuthalion as his younger brother even though he's older than him. Well,
anyway - don't want to keep you from reading the story. (Questions,
Reviews, and Suggestions excepted as always ^_^)
"Will you be able to see now?" Edrahil asked Numli. "Yes, I think so. In any case, I think we should probably leave now. We still have to get out of here, don't we?" Numli was about to comment further as they lifted him to his feet, when Maedhros said "Silence!" He then lifted his bow, notched an arrow, and went down a corridor. He hastened back to the group and shouted "Take cover!" As he cried out this warning, Maedhros fired an arrow only to have himself hit by one. It entered through his left eye and came out just behind his right ear. He was killed instantly, his body slipping to the floor and blood spurting from the wound. The other elves fired their own arrows before running to help Maedhros, but it was already too late. Having no chance of winning if they stayed, those who were left ran back to the group, leaving the corpse of Maedhros behind them.
That group was itself under attack, and running as fast as possible. As they charged through one gully and surged up a hillock, it finally caught Deynak's attention that the farther they ran, the more the landscape changed. He found that he could breathe more easily and run faster, and he also saw that there was much less smoke here. He turned his to his right and asked breathlessly, " Where the hell are... damn!" this last word he thundered as his unprotected foot rammed straight into a rock he hadn't seen before. "Ithilien!" shouted Cuthalion as he finally recognized the familiar terrain. "We've made it, we're free!" As the enormity of it all reached Deynak, he began to run faster, passing the dark haired young elf and shouting, "What of the others though?" In response, he received an answer from Ferdin, "Don't worry. They'll make it, I'm sure."
The elves in the aforementioned group felt they simply couldn't carry on. Maedhros's untimely death had hurt them more than anyone else. It both enraged and saddened them. As they came close to where the other group had passed only a quarter of an hour ago, they felt like giving up. Edrahil notched an arrow, turned, and fired into the swelling mass of orcs pursuing them, yet he never stopped running. "Elbereth!" he shouted as he fell into a low ditch he hadn't seen. He cried for help, but didn't hear a response to his calls. He wondered if his time, like Maedhros's, was up.
To be continued.
(So what do you guys think? Let me know.)
"Will you be able to see now?" Edrahil asked Numli. "Yes, I think so. In any case, I think we should probably leave now. We still have to get out of here, don't we?" Numli was about to comment further as they lifted him to his feet, when Maedhros said "Silence!" He then lifted his bow, notched an arrow, and went down a corridor. He hastened back to the group and shouted "Take cover!" As he cried out this warning, Maedhros fired an arrow only to have himself hit by one. It entered through his left eye and came out just behind his right ear. He was killed instantly, his body slipping to the floor and blood spurting from the wound. The other elves fired their own arrows before running to help Maedhros, but it was already too late. Having no chance of winning if they stayed, those who were left ran back to the group, leaving the corpse of Maedhros behind them.
That group was itself under attack, and running as fast as possible. As they charged through one gully and surged up a hillock, it finally caught Deynak's attention that the farther they ran, the more the landscape changed. He found that he could breathe more easily and run faster, and he also saw that there was much less smoke here. He turned his to his right and asked breathlessly, " Where the hell are... damn!" this last word he thundered as his unprotected foot rammed straight into a rock he hadn't seen before. "Ithilien!" shouted Cuthalion as he finally recognized the familiar terrain. "We've made it, we're free!" As the enormity of it all reached Deynak, he began to run faster, passing the dark haired young elf and shouting, "What of the others though?" In response, he received an answer from Ferdin, "Don't worry. They'll make it, I'm sure."
The elves in the aforementioned group felt they simply couldn't carry on. Maedhros's untimely death had hurt them more than anyone else. It both enraged and saddened them. As they came close to where the other group had passed only a quarter of an hour ago, they felt like giving up. Edrahil notched an arrow, turned, and fired into the swelling mass of orcs pursuing them, yet he never stopped running. "Elbereth!" he shouted as he fell into a low ditch he hadn't seen. He cried for help, but didn't hear a response to his calls. He wondered if his time, like Maedhros's, was up.
To be continued.
(So what do you guys think? Let me know.)