--" I'm having a really bad time at the moment.
I'm doing my best to get the chapters out to you,I'm really sorry if they get a little short toward the end...which,for once,is where I'm headed.
2nd or 3rd last chapter?
Nobody knows.
Okay here we go.
(Oh yeah...I didn't get any reviews for the last chappie...feel free to redeem yourselves =P Joke )
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Capture
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She gazed at the blackened forest before her,scanning for a sign of the fleeting shadow. She had heard nothing of footsteps or breathing,but that could be put down to her failing senses. For past days she had been feeling helpless and somewhat afraid,as any elf would who's vision and hearing were,to say the least,sub par. It was then that she did hear something. It was too close by far and sounded to her like a creature of prey-stalking. Though she was certain that it was not a a creature she had seen,it was taller,faster and gave a sense that it was lurking-laying in wait.
She looked at the sleeping face of the prince of Mirkwood,he now looked down-trodden his kindness was much quieter,but still obvious to her and he was no longer as noble and determined as she had seen him when she had first awoken,and seeing him so made her want to weep. She fed the fire as it was dwindling to a mere flicker. After doing so,she rose to her feet and an ominous presence grasped her,it seemed that she was almost enchanted to the darkness. As she stepped away from the safety of the hollow and her comrades she could feel the bitter bite of the traitorous mountain freeze,and then into the shadows of the towering forest which held her mind and dragged her further to the darkness.
She turned quickly,as if searching for the owner of the noise that brushed through the elf's mind. Fear was apparent in her midnight blue eyes,the vast oceans now smaller and bordered in white,and she stepped unsteadily back,aware that the loneliness was not what it appeared to be,she was,indeed,not alone.
A noise assaulted her ears,loud and taunting... A wolf sounded it's attack...
Before she could allow herself to assess the situation,she ran. She ran deeper into the vast stretch of trees. She could only hear two of them pounding along the leaves following her with ease and agility,though,there was another sound to be heard through the snarling and panting of the beasts. Though her feet were as fast as any elf's and the wind whistled past her ears she could her a faint clinking of a chain,which rattled with every stride of the savage wolves.
She was exhausted from travelling with little to eat and knew that it would be impossible to hide from her stalkers' keen noses. Her mind raced as quickly as her feet. The chains... Was it possible that such beasts would allow themselves to be trained and used as assassins?
She began to climb the nearest tree after being far enough away from the hounds to give her time,but she was so worn from the chase that the wolves latched onto her leg,tearing the delicate skin and brought her to the ground. She cursed her own stupidity,she had been so enticed be the darkness that she did now take a weapon,not even the dagger that all elves carried by way of habit. She thrashed and kicked at the wolves who refused to let go,their faces now smeared with her blood.
A shadow stepped from the trees but the wolves would not free her leg,instead the tore more viciously at it in a display of strength for their master. This display had not worked as intended,without a word the shadow stepped forward and kicked each of the beasts so hard that each fell winded to the ground with a satisfying thump. The figure was cloaked and carried a small beaker by his belt.
"You had hidden yourself in good company," said a rough voice," though you should not have ventured far into my trap,I dare say you are as fleet a target as my pets have had to catch,though perhaps now the cleverest."
Leonae looked up in terror at the dark creature,flashes of his staring eyes watching her from the fires of her city,then of her siblings lifeless and bleeding corpses.
"You are to assist me in my quest for what is mine. But...Wouldn't you already happen to know that?"
"Power is not yours,"she replied,trembling with rage.
"Your sisters were not quite so cunning or feisty,I dare say they held less elfish wily than you,and only screamed and begged for my mercy...Will you not? I do so enjoy hearing the tuneful scream of an elf-perhaps I shall take pity on you if you do." He received no reply but for the contemptuous scowl." It was a pity,about your sisters,there was no sport."
"And to you sport is setting wolves on an unarmed elf?" He could see her edging to get to her bloodied feet,and pushed her back down,crouching low beside her and binding her wrists while she was stunned. He stood to his full height once more and and placed is foot on her torn and bleeding ankles,slowly applying pressure until she writhed in pain and fear of her bones breaking. He let out a small chuckle.
"I do not hunt you for sport,but to complete what was started... The sport simply comes as a most enjoyable addition to my quest." By this point the elf had figured out that her legs would be useless to aid her escape and her hope began to fade.
"The sport came from tracking your little company of survivors. I waited so long for the moment that you would be alone,but you never were. The old man was wise. Your fate twisted to my disadvantage when that company of mixed beings rescued you,and it is now on your head that you allowed yourself to be saved.... This could have been over,my dream dashed-I thank your selfishness."
"Then why did you allow it? If you are a master hunter," she spat,trying to distract him from setting to the torture.
"Orcs always need a leader... I assisted them there.... I set them to attack,but they are not so smart as to follow my orders. They would not stop the attack on you,and of course you were fit to fight me until that arrow. You had my worried little maiden," he pouted, " I believed you dead,before I could make sure of it I was nearly struck by a small being,seemed to be in quite a hurry. As I watched from my place a thought to myself,wouldn't it be a little more convenient to allow them to bring you back from a land of darkness while a stalked,and waited."
He observed you slender form for a moment.
"I can see you are smarter than you are given credit for. I am not too easily distracted,you seem to have a way in cunning."
"You are too in love with the sound of your own voice to be a truly great warrior. Though even that is not possible-you have no honor."
"Elves and their honor. Perhaps that is why your people do not have more power,for they do not seek it."
"We do not need it. We have warriors worth thousands of your men of your kind,and minds that are beyond compare in the way of humans. You seek power because you are nothing."
"I do not think that you should talk as such to the man who holds your life in his hands."
"Not that it would make a difference." She scowled at him.
"No. But it may be a lot more painful if you are so proud." He turned from her and began to rummage through a small draw string bag.
"If you will excuse me." As he turned back to he she could make out the beady glint of a dagger.She cringed and struggled as he approached and once again knelt beside her. He ripped the cloth over her abdomen and then taking hold of her arm,causing a great struggle,he slit her upper arm. With the dagger he drew a five pointed star where the material once was,scoring and marking it in blood.
She was fading and horrifyingly near to loosing consciousness,she could not fight him. From the chase,the lack of food and loss of blood-she was beaten. And she knew it.
Returning to the small bag he brought out a pouch and began sprinkling a dark dust over the wet blood. She cried out in agony as it burned her,writhing in pain and disgust,and he watched her,loving the control and fear,bringing a high spirit from free flames,to a dull glow.
"And where are those warriors who come to defeat me?" He asked smugly. "Surely there is a plan to escape me in your superior mind? Hmm? Perhaps you are to defeat me at the last minute with an elfin spell. Though I would almost feel sorry for the male elf you were so fond of. If he ever cared for you at all,he was very fine though he seemed to grow wearier of the journey as time went on,and sadder,perhaps he knew of your fate,or perhaps it was that you were such a burden to the company." He paced in front of the trembling body. "You shall die in this forest,in the cold and dark,without one of your kin present to comfort you,and I shall watch. I shall watch every breath that lets your life fade and every drop of blood as the spirit ebbs from you." He taunted her. The mental torture paining her more than the evil black dust that slowly seared her fine flesh.
"You are not even worthy of being called a man." Her voice was rasping and weak. The liquid seemed do stop it's incessant burning and lay like ink upon her skin. The pain was still upon her and breathing was such a task that they were shallow and uneven. He gazed at her,satisfied that it was dry. He held out five smaller daggers,on which were carved words of the ceremony in elfish,they were to be placed at certain points in the star before he could complete his quest for power. He fingered them lovingly,allowing her to see her death come to her,bending down, he whispered in her ear.
"I thank you for unleashing me upon your people."And with that he began to slide the first of the daggers into the stars top point.
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sorry I'm really rushed and I am no good at this mean stuff and planning weird ceremonies. --"
I'll try to do a better chapter next time.Though I can't promise it'll be longer. ^^;
Uh-oh.....I gotta go!
R'n'R plz!
I'm doing my best to get the chapters out to you,I'm really sorry if they get a little short toward the end...which,for once,is where I'm headed.
2nd or 3rd last chapter?
Nobody knows.
Okay here we go.
(Oh yeah...I didn't get any reviews for the last chappie...feel free to redeem yourselves =P Joke )
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Capture
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She gazed at the blackened forest before her,scanning for a sign of the fleeting shadow. She had heard nothing of footsteps or breathing,but that could be put down to her failing senses. For past days she had been feeling helpless and somewhat afraid,as any elf would who's vision and hearing were,to say the least,sub par. It was then that she did hear something. It was too close by far and sounded to her like a creature of prey-stalking. Though she was certain that it was not a a creature she had seen,it was taller,faster and gave a sense that it was lurking-laying in wait.
She looked at the sleeping face of the prince of Mirkwood,he now looked down-trodden his kindness was much quieter,but still obvious to her and he was no longer as noble and determined as she had seen him when she had first awoken,and seeing him so made her want to weep. She fed the fire as it was dwindling to a mere flicker. After doing so,she rose to her feet and an ominous presence grasped her,it seemed that she was almost enchanted to the darkness. As she stepped away from the safety of the hollow and her comrades she could feel the bitter bite of the traitorous mountain freeze,and then into the shadows of the towering forest which held her mind and dragged her further to the darkness.
She turned quickly,as if searching for the owner of the noise that brushed through the elf's mind. Fear was apparent in her midnight blue eyes,the vast oceans now smaller and bordered in white,and she stepped unsteadily back,aware that the loneliness was not what it appeared to be,she was,indeed,not alone.
A noise assaulted her ears,loud and taunting... A wolf sounded it's attack...
Before she could allow herself to assess the situation,she ran. She ran deeper into the vast stretch of trees. She could only hear two of them pounding along the leaves following her with ease and agility,though,there was another sound to be heard through the snarling and panting of the beasts. Though her feet were as fast as any elf's and the wind whistled past her ears she could her a faint clinking of a chain,which rattled with every stride of the savage wolves.
She was exhausted from travelling with little to eat and knew that it would be impossible to hide from her stalkers' keen noses. Her mind raced as quickly as her feet. The chains... Was it possible that such beasts would allow themselves to be trained and used as assassins?
She began to climb the nearest tree after being far enough away from the hounds to give her time,but she was so worn from the chase that the wolves latched onto her leg,tearing the delicate skin and brought her to the ground. She cursed her own stupidity,she had been so enticed be the darkness that she did now take a weapon,not even the dagger that all elves carried by way of habit. She thrashed and kicked at the wolves who refused to let go,their faces now smeared with her blood.
A shadow stepped from the trees but the wolves would not free her leg,instead the tore more viciously at it in a display of strength for their master. This display had not worked as intended,without a word the shadow stepped forward and kicked each of the beasts so hard that each fell winded to the ground with a satisfying thump. The figure was cloaked and carried a small beaker by his belt.
"You had hidden yourself in good company," said a rough voice," though you should not have ventured far into my trap,I dare say you are as fleet a target as my pets have had to catch,though perhaps now the cleverest."
Leonae looked up in terror at the dark creature,flashes of his staring eyes watching her from the fires of her city,then of her siblings lifeless and bleeding corpses.
"You are to assist me in my quest for what is mine. But...Wouldn't you already happen to know that?"
"Power is not yours,"she replied,trembling with rage.
"Your sisters were not quite so cunning or feisty,I dare say they held less elfish wily than you,and only screamed and begged for my mercy...Will you not? I do so enjoy hearing the tuneful scream of an elf-perhaps I shall take pity on you if you do." He received no reply but for the contemptuous scowl." It was a pity,about your sisters,there was no sport."
"And to you sport is setting wolves on an unarmed elf?" He could see her edging to get to her bloodied feet,and pushed her back down,crouching low beside her and binding her wrists while she was stunned. He stood to his full height once more and and placed is foot on her torn and bleeding ankles,slowly applying pressure until she writhed in pain and fear of her bones breaking. He let out a small chuckle.
"I do not hunt you for sport,but to complete what was started... The sport simply comes as a most enjoyable addition to my quest." By this point the elf had figured out that her legs would be useless to aid her escape and her hope began to fade.
"The sport came from tracking your little company of survivors. I waited so long for the moment that you would be alone,but you never were. The old man was wise. Your fate twisted to my disadvantage when that company of mixed beings rescued you,and it is now on your head that you allowed yourself to be saved.... This could have been over,my dream dashed-I thank your selfishness."
"Then why did you allow it? If you are a master hunter," she spat,trying to distract him from setting to the torture.
"Orcs always need a leader... I assisted them there.... I set them to attack,but they are not so smart as to follow my orders. They would not stop the attack on you,and of course you were fit to fight me until that arrow. You had my worried little maiden," he pouted, " I believed you dead,before I could make sure of it I was nearly struck by a small being,seemed to be in quite a hurry. As I watched from my place a thought to myself,wouldn't it be a little more convenient to allow them to bring you back from a land of darkness while a stalked,and waited."
He observed you slender form for a moment.
"I can see you are smarter than you are given credit for. I am not too easily distracted,you seem to have a way in cunning."
"You are too in love with the sound of your own voice to be a truly great warrior. Though even that is not possible-you have no honor."
"Elves and their honor. Perhaps that is why your people do not have more power,for they do not seek it."
"We do not need it. We have warriors worth thousands of your men of your kind,and minds that are beyond compare in the way of humans. You seek power because you are nothing."
"I do not think that you should talk as such to the man who holds your life in his hands."
"Not that it would make a difference." She scowled at him.
"No. But it may be a lot more painful if you are so proud." He turned from her and began to rummage through a small draw string bag.
"If you will excuse me." As he turned back to he she could make out the beady glint of a dagger.She cringed and struggled as he approached and once again knelt beside her. He ripped the cloth over her abdomen and then taking hold of her arm,causing a great struggle,he slit her upper arm. With the dagger he drew a five pointed star where the material once was,scoring and marking it in blood.
She was fading and horrifyingly near to loosing consciousness,she could not fight him. From the chase,the lack of food and loss of blood-she was beaten. And she knew it.
Returning to the small bag he brought out a pouch and began sprinkling a dark dust over the wet blood. She cried out in agony as it burned her,writhing in pain and disgust,and he watched her,loving the control and fear,bringing a high spirit from free flames,to a dull glow.
"And where are those warriors who come to defeat me?" He asked smugly. "Surely there is a plan to escape me in your superior mind? Hmm? Perhaps you are to defeat me at the last minute with an elfin spell. Though I would almost feel sorry for the male elf you were so fond of. If he ever cared for you at all,he was very fine though he seemed to grow wearier of the journey as time went on,and sadder,perhaps he knew of your fate,or perhaps it was that you were such a burden to the company." He paced in front of the trembling body. "You shall die in this forest,in the cold and dark,without one of your kin present to comfort you,and I shall watch. I shall watch every breath that lets your life fade and every drop of blood as the spirit ebbs from you." He taunted her. The mental torture paining her more than the evil black dust that slowly seared her fine flesh.
"You are not even worthy of being called a man." Her voice was rasping and weak. The liquid seemed do stop it's incessant burning and lay like ink upon her skin. The pain was still upon her and breathing was such a task that they were shallow and uneven. He gazed at her,satisfied that it was dry. He held out five smaller daggers,on which were carved words of the ceremony in elfish,they were to be placed at certain points in the star before he could complete his quest for power. He fingered them lovingly,allowing her to see her death come to her,bending down, he whispered in her ear.
"I thank you for unleashing me upon your people."And with that he began to slide the first of the daggers into the stars top point.
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sorry I'm really rushed and I am no good at this mean stuff and planning weird ceremonies. --"
I'll try to do a better chapter next time.Though I can't promise it'll be longer. ^^;
Uh-oh.....I gotta go!
R'n'R plz!