Sorry about my little rant^^;But it is soo nice to get reviews,I wanna know
what people are thinking about my writing.I am mojorly sorry that this one
isn't so near to the last update....Evil homework,among other things..
It's raining here in the land of the Scots so this chappy may involve angst,sorry to those of you who like my little happy spells,but I'm playing it by ear as usual,so I don't even know what's gunna happen...or even if it will!
In this story remember...if you're surprised,chances are that I am too!
Read,Review,Enjoy!
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Archery Lesson
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In the middle of the screaming and fire,she stood. In the pleading for life and grass tainted with innocent blood,she stared. The one they were told was a travelling ranger stopping in their city,held her gaze. Cloaked in his own bitter darkness he stood,a beaker of shimmering liquid clasped in one gloved hand,unafraid of the orcs who unleashed their savage instincts upon the elves. There was something there,in his eyes,as the only truly visible part of him,a smirk or all-knowing glee. She dared not move,no-one as of yet had touched him with blade or arrow and it was likely that no-one would. The training warrior gazed at him,unsure of which side he had chosen. Her concentration was destroyed by a shout from her mentor,Aurphos,who now swung his sword in all directions,ever superior and calm,yet now he almost seemed desperate. His shout was one of warning as an orc hacked violently through the air,slitting her upper arm. She only just managed to slice the creature's neck before breaking into a terrified run,knowing exactly where she was headed....her home. It was flaming as she ripped at the door with her sword. On entering she blindly searched for her younger sisters. The smoke choked her,leaving with no other choice than to leave.She exited from the back door,into the garden,falling,grief- stricken,to her knees at the sight before her. Her two siblings lay on the bloodied grass. They had not been lucky enough to die quickly,instead there was something more. Where they lay there was a pattern and their silently screaming faces eyes were closed ,and their hands clasped over each other and on their stomachs were marked stars with piercing daggers at each point. She could see the fresh tears still weaving their way down the elfin cheeks. She cried harder feeling her world fall apart,as their slit throats bled endlessly. She knelt before the bodies,hunched over in pain, unable to hear the approaching footsteps of a friend.
"Come,"he whispered,"there is nothing we can do,you must come now."He lifted her by the waist while she writhed,trying to break his grip,trying to stay with the sisters she'd loved so much. He spun her round and grasped her protectively. Nimarato,suddenly stood upright-alert,and whispered that they had to leave. He was certain that whatever they had done to he sisters,would be done to her if caught.
"It was not an orc."He assured her as they ran toward the woods. They both knew that. No orc could perform such and intricate ceremony as that,it was a sacrifice-not a random attack as was first thought. They sprinted toward the trees,seeing the faces peer out from between them. The survivors.
x*x*x*x*x*
She awoke.
She wished to the heavens that she had woken herself faster. The forest was silent apart from the crackling of the fire and the content humming of Samwise Gamgee who was on watch that night. Pippin lay asleep on his bedroll beside her,with the hobbits and Gimli on the other side of him. The elfin prince was propped up,though still asleep on the tree opposite as Aragorn was on the one next to him.
She would not sleep tonight. She refused to return to the nightmare that was her memory. Carefully she got up,trying not to disturb the young Took,she clasped a small pouch from her bag and her bow and arrows. The maiden wondered to a small,nearby waterfall,and began to throw small marble like objects on either side of the water. She released an arrow which flew into one of the sparking objects,(sparking as in giving off sparks. Not sparkling.)as it exploded in a small cloud of firework light,her face reflected the blast on her ice white skin. She had set off a few more before being interrupted.
"You have fine aim,"said a kind voice,"although your arrows may be a little fleeter if there were more strength behind them." He paced over to her,never making a sound.
"I am sorry to disturb your thoughts,"Legolas apologized,"I could not help but worry,leaving you alone in such a wilderness. Much more dangerous creatures lurk below the mountains than wolves."He looked into the eyes that were endless,almost star lit,pools of the deepest blue and smiled lightly.
"I am glad of your company,"she said looking down,"I have never been one for great archery."
"You have great skill."He corrected her,"I have not seen such aim for a good while. Perhaps I may assist you to a stronger force?"He stood behind her,as she held her arrow to her bow,he instructed her on her stance and gently put his hands on hers,making her shiver but in a way relax to his touch. They both felt the bliss of the surrounding warmth,after a moment they realized that they were only standing and woke from such a gentle feeling.
"Aim a little higher," he placed his hand on her back to arch it inwards slightly,"follow through afterward," he whispered softly and allowing her to release the arrow. The arrow let the small sphere achieve a greater light display than it had ever made before,but Legolas had noticed that,though her aim was good and her stance was improved,she seemed to lean every so slightly forward on her follow though.On telling her this he asked her to attempt the shot again,this time he shyly put his hands around her waist to stop her leaning. The arrow soared into the sphere,which again sent shooting sparks into the night air. After the small light show the arrow and marble flew back to the ground at her feet,she picked it up.
"What are they?" questioned the Prince looking at the object in her hand.
"As I said,I am not a great archer. I was even worse while in training-my mentor made them for me as I could never hit anything that wasn't at least a pace before me," a light chuckle escaped her lips,"...he used to throw them into the air-moving targets." Legolas now held his own bow and arrow. She raised one of the remaining sparks and threw it high into the night air as it let out little fleeting glows,giving away it's position. The golden archer took his aim and executed it task quickly,the now free sphere exploded with light and the two elves gazed at it intently,Leonae still remembering her mentor with every spark.
After opening fire on the orbs by the waterfall the dawn was threatening to tear away their pleasure in each other's company and it was decided that they should return to the company,neither knowing how much the opposite elf wished to stay. But first Leonae wished to bathe as her once snow white hair was now more leaf and twig than anything else. It did not take long and Legolas stood watch incase any creature from the mountain chose to descend,although they did not. At once they set to the camp and could hear the ready fire crackle and burn.
While they sat Leonae could think only of the prince's touch and skilled archery lesson slipping into a daydream. She,however did not know that the human was beginning to notice something about her,something that only she would know.
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Sorry about the delay-I've been a busy Fudgey with lots of homework,dun worry,I have fun too =) yes...lots of fun...Mwahahahahaha.
I don't know where I'm going with half of this-only a rough idea.....all I know is that the next one should involve a mountain...either that ot the mountain is a ILLUSION! sent by the evil lord......Lord Someoneortheother...or mabye not...ok so It's late...I need sugar and supa juice!Mwahahahah*cough*hahahaha.
Chances are that I'm working on the next one...kay so...I'll hop to it....
*does the review dance* Please oh please oh please REVIEW!Please oh please oh please REVIEW! Please oh please oh please REVIEW!*forms a conga line of people just waiting to review....Yeah...I can dream.... -.-;
It's raining here in the land of the Scots so this chappy may involve angst,sorry to those of you who like my little happy spells,but I'm playing it by ear as usual,so I don't even know what's gunna happen...or even if it will!
In this story remember...if you're surprised,chances are that I am too!
Read,Review,Enjoy!
------------------------
~*~
Archery Lesson
~*~ *x*x*x*x*x*x*
In the middle of the screaming and fire,she stood. In the pleading for life and grass tainted with innocent blood,she stared. The one they were told was a travelling ranger stopping in their city,held her gaze. Cloaked in his own bitter darkness he stood,a beaker of shimmering liquid clasped in one gloved hand,unafraid of the orcs who unleashed their savage instincts upon the elves. There was something there,in his eyes,as the only truly visible part of him,a smirk or all-knowing glee. She dared not move,no-one as of yet had touched him with blade or arrow and it was likely that no-one would. The training warrior gazed at him,unsure of which side he had chosen. Her concentration was destroyed by a shout from her mentor,Aurphos,who now swung his sword in all directions,ever superior and calm,yet now he almost seemed desperate. His shout was one of warning as an orc hacked violently through the air,slitting her upper arm. She only just managed to slice the creature's neck before breaking into a terrified run,knowing exactly where she was headed....her home. It was flaming as she ripped at the door with her sword. On entering she blindly searched for her younger sisters. The smoke choked her,leaving with no other choice than to leave.She exited from the back door,into the garden,falling,grief- stricken,to her knees at the sight before her. Her two siblings lay on the bloodied grass. They had not been lucky enough to die quickly,instead there was something more. Where they lay there was a pattern and their silently screaming faces eyes were closed ,and their hands clasped over each other and on their stomachs were marked stars with piercing daggers at each point. She could see the fresh tears still weaving their way down the elfin cheeks. She cried harder feeling her world fall apart,as their slit throats bled endlessly. She knelt before the bodies,hunched over in pain, unable to hear the approaching footsteps of a friend.
"Come,"he whispered,"there is nothing we can do,you must come now."He lifted her by the waist while she writhed,trying to break his grip,trying to stay with the sisters she'd loved so much. He spun her round and grasped her protectively. Nimarato,suddenly stood upright-alert,and whispered that they had to leave. He was certain that whatever they had done to he sisters,would be done to her if caught.
"It was not an orc."He assured her as they ran toward the woods. They both knew that. No orc could perform such and intricate ceremony as that,it was a sacrifice-not a random attack as was first thought. They sprinted toward the trees,seeing the faces peer out from between them. The survivors.
x*x*x*x*x*
She awoke.
She wished to the heavens that she had woken herself faster. The forest was silent apart from the crackling of the fire and the content humming of Samwise Gamgee who was on watch that night. Pippin lay asleep on his bedroll beside her,with the hobbits and Gimli on the other side of him. The elfin prince was propped up,though still asleep on the tree opposite as Aragorn was on the one next to him.
She would not sleep tonight. She refused to return to the nightmare that was her memory. Carefully she got up,trying not to disturb the young Took,she clasped a small pouch from her bag and her bow and arrows. The maiden wondered to a small,nearby waterfall,and began to throw small marble like objects on either side of the water. She released an arrow which flew into one of the sparking objects,(sparking as in giving off sparks. Not sparkling.)as it exploded in a small cloud of firework light,her face reflected the blast on her ice white skin. She had set off a few more before being interrupted.
"You have fine aim,"said a kind voice,"although your arrows may be a little fleeter if there were more strength behind them." He paced over to her,never making a sound.
"I am sorry to disturb your thoughts,"Legolas apologized,"I could not help but worry,leaving you alone in such a wilderness. Much more dangerous creatures lurk below the mountains than wolves."He looked into the eyes that were endless,almost star lit,pools of the deepest blue and smiled lightly.
"I am glad of your company,"she said looking down,"I have never been one for great archery."
"You have great skill."He corrected her,"I have not seen such aim for a good while. Perhaps I may assist you to a stronger force?"He stood behind her,as she held her arrow to her bow,he instructed her on her stance and gently put his hands on hers,making her shiver but in a way relax to his touch. They both felt the bliss of the surrounding warmth,after a moment they realized that they were only standing and woke from such a gentle feeling.
"Aim a little higher," he placed his hand on her back to arch it inwards slightly,"follow through afterward," he whispered softly and allowing her to release the arrow. The arrow let the small sphere achieve a greater light display than it had ever made before,but Legolas had noticed that,though her aim was good and her stance was improved,she seemed to lean every so slightly forward on her follow though.On telling her this he asked her to attempt the shot again,this time he shyly put his hands around her waist to stop her leaning. The arrow soared into the sphere,which again sent shooting sparks into the night air. After the small light show the arrow and marble flew back to the ground at her feet,she picked it up.
"What are they?" questioned the Prince looking at the object in her hand.
"As I said,I am not a great archer. I was even worse while in training-my mentor made them for me as I could never hit anything that wasn't at least a pace before me," a light chuckle escaped her lips,"...he used to throw them into the air-moving targets." Legolas now held his own bow and arrow. She raised one of the remaining sparks and threw it high into the night air as it let out little fleeting glows,giving away it's position. The golden archer took his aim and executed it task quickly,the now free sphere exploded with light and the two elves gazed at it intently,Leonae still remembering her mentor with every spark.
After opening fire on the orbs by the waterfall the dawn was threatening to tear away their pleasure in each other's company and it was decided that they should return to the company,neither knowing how much the opposite elf wished to stay. But first Leonae wished to bathe as her once snow white hair was now more leaf and twig than anything else. It did not take long and Legolas stood watch incase any creature from the mountain chose to descend,although they did not. At once they set to the camp and could hear the ready fire crackle and burn.
While they sat Leonae could think only of the prince's touch and skilled archery lesson slipping into a daydream. She,however did not know that the human was beginning to notice something about her,something that only she would know.
*~*~*~*~*~*
Sorry about the delay-I've been a busy Fudgey with lots of homework,dun worry,I have fun too =) yes...lots of fun...Mwahahahahaha.
I don't know where I'm going with half of this-only a rough idea.....all I know is that the next one should involve a mountain...either that ot the mountain is a ILLUSION! sent by the evil lord......Lord Someoneortheother...or mabye not...ok so It's late...I need sugar and supa juice!Mwahahahah*cough*hahahaha.
Chances are that I'm working on the next one...kay so...I'll hop to it....
*does the review dance* Please oh please oh please REVIEW!Please oh please oh please REVIEW! Please oh please oh please REVIEW!*forms a conga line of people just waiting to review....Yeah...I can dream.... -.-;