OKEYDOKEY...
PhoenixQueen, I am soooo flattererd that you think the daughter would be a mighty falcon *hugs you* you're so sweet, but sorry..*groans at MY own stupidness* The Tel'draug skin changers can only change into one thing, the wolf..and a human, of course. But, you are sooo sweet!
LAssemista...lol You might have to fight someone for Legolas *looks over at Halo*
*whispering to Lassemista "Good luck, Halo won't give up without a fight."*
*Hugs Legolas for not allowing Halo to destroy my plot* Halo, you know better than to beat the mess out of other ppls characters! lol No matter how tempting it may get, do not beat up my Tel'draug! LoL!
*hands Nili a moisty wipe to make her eyebrows feel better* Don't worry, you'll get me some day..ehehe....We're all a little silly, aren't we? *huggles MY Estel* But Estel likes me, even though I'm silly *giggle evilly*
*is now giggling insanely at your mental image of the Half-Elf, half skin changer*NO! LoL HalfElven skin Changers aren't hairy beasts! The Skin Changers have two forms, in this case, one is a human, one is a Wolf. But, for the Half Elf, Half Skin Changer, the human form would look more like a Half-Elven human.....got it? lol goh..I confuse myself lol
I'm glad yall aren't upset about the no romance policy. I just...don't see how an Elf who is over 1000 years someone's senior would want to fall in love with a person who is ranked as an infant if tehy were Elven....well, anywayz.....Here's da next chapter!
I OWN Hrive (pronounced Ree-vae), Ohtar, AranenTel'draug, Arrna, and the other Tel'draug skin changers...okay ?
NOTE: This is the Elvish meaning of these names....just in case ya wanna know...
Arrna = storm
Hrive= winter
Ohtar = warrior
AranenTel'draug = King of the Wolf
Tel'draug = the wolf
Ch. 3
Glorfindel and the rest of his group rode silently through the woods.
"We must be cautious, for we are entering the Tel'draug hunting grounds,"Glorfindel cautioned.
The twins and Aragorn gave a slight nod of confirmation as they slowed their horses to tread more silently through the snow.
Little did they know, they were being watched......
A short distance away from them, a 'wolf' crouched, unmoving and tense, in the snow covered bushes. It's eyes glittered with the intensity and observation skills of a trained spy or warrior.
"Hopefully, we will reach the underground city of the Tel'draug by nightfall,"Glorfindel stated.
In the bushes, the wolf tensed even more than it already had been. Without a sound, the wolf had fled from his hiding place, having heard enough, and was gone without a trace of ever having been there.
* * * * * * * * *
Legolas stifled the urge to groan as he heard the door of the dungeons open, then close.
He also had to stifle a sigh of relief as he heard, or barely heard, rather, the soft, almost imperceptible footfalls of the only person who was kind to him.
The *young*(young by appearance) woman entered his cell, carrying a small sack. Without a word, she tilted his head back and began to dress and clean his wounds.
"Are you feeling any better today?"she asked softly after a few moments.
"Thanks to you,"Legolas replied, wincing as she rubbed some stinging ointment onto the gash across his temple.
She then moved on to checking his wounds across his abdomen and chest. Barely a moment later, she looked up to meet Legolas's questioning gaze. "You have a few cracked ribs,"she stated matter-of-factly.
Legolas merely nodded.
"Don't move. This will not hurt but maybe a little bit....trust me,"she whispered, placing a hand to his abused ribs.
She took a deep breath and leaned forward, her forehead almost touching his.
Legolas felt an odd, slightly achy, warmth spread through his ribs. He relaxed into the warmth, finding it oddly satisfyingly soothing.
A moment later, she withdrew her touch from him, also withdrawing the warmth.
Legolas looked at her, incredulous, as he took a deep, testing breath. His ribs were healed!
"What did you do?"Legolas inquired.
The young woman shook her head weakly. Dazed and tired from having healed the Elf, she needed a moment to recuperate. "Healing runs in my family,"she murmured shakily after a moment.
Legolas could only nod, extremely grateful. Though still weak and in pain from his other numerous bruises and gashes, he did feel much better and could breathe much easier.
"But please.....tell me, who are you? Let me thank you."
The female shook her head, pulling a small bundle of food out of her sack. "Why do you wish to know?"She questioned with a soft chuckle.
"Because I wish to know the name of the only friend I have in this nightmare,"Legolas countered softly.
The young woman went on, unwrapping the food, as if she hadn't heard the question. "I am sorry I couldn't bring much. I could only bring what I could smuggle from the kitchens without being noticed."
Legolas shook his head, trying to wave away the apologetic look without the use of his hands. "I am so grateful for a friend in this prison...and you have done so much for me already. I don't even understand why you are doing this."
She looked contemplatively at him for a moment, a small, wistful smile coming to her face, "I have my reasons for doing what I do.....besides, think nothing of it. No one deserves to be punished because of who they are."
She then stepped forward, tentatively. "I will untie you so you can eat...as long as you do not try anything. You trust me not to kill you...and I trust you not to put me in a position where I can get executed."
Legolas nodded, "Amin vesta. (I promise)"
With that, the young woman freed Legolas of his bonds. Immediately, Legolas felt the blood rush to his long-deprived fingertips. Though the sensation was painful, it was welcomed.
She then handed Legolas his small amount of food, which the Elf ate hungrily. He had been deprived of food for what seemed like a mortal lifetime.
"I wish I could have brought more—"
"You could change into a piece of pie,"Legolas interrupted.
"Pardon?"
"You are a skin changer, are you not? You have more than one form. Possibly one of them is a piece of pie?"Legolas inquired, his voice becoming sarcastically hopeful as his strength returned.
The young Skin Changer arched an eyebrow, then laughed, smothering her giggles with one hand. "No...I'm afraid not. I would if I could, though...."
"Yes...and then, when I am done with you and you are 'recycled' through my system, you could go from waste, to a piece of pie again!" Legolas interjected.
"That is so perfectly disgusting,"the Skin Changer giggled.
"Isn't it though? It isn't any more disgusting than being imprisoned in this fashion,"Legolas said, sobering.
"True......true......but, no imprisonment will last forever,"the Skin Changer stated softly, "Tanya, amin vesta. (That, I promise.)"
The last part was barely a whisper, unheard by even Legolas. It was a soft spoken declaration to herself.
The two of them chatted on like friends...but little did they know, they, too, were being watched....
* * * * * * * * *
A tall Skin Changer stood at the doorway, listening quietly to the conversation in the dungeons. Having just returned from the wild, he had intended on speaking with his friend, but apparently, his friend was already speaking with someone else....
He tensed, his icy gray eyes glistening just as intently as they had been in the forest when he had spied upon the Elves.
No...he could not be hearing what he thought he was hearing, yet it was true. His best friend was conversing with the prisoner.
The Skin Changer ran a hand nervously through his disheveled main of white-silver hair, which came at it's shortest length to his chin, and at it's longest length to the nape of his neck in the back.
What to do...what to do?
His duty was to report to the King what he saw, yet should he put his duty before his friend's life?
He growled under his breath, frustrated with his own inability to decide what to do....so, he simply waited at the door of the dungeon.
* * * * * * * * *
Legolas let the young woman bind his wrists yet again.
"I am sorry, but I must do this. They would have someone's head if they saw you free,"she whispered apologetically.
Legolas nodded. "All is well."
The Skin Changer stood and walked to the door of his cell, but paused before leaving. "I am Hrive, but you may call me what you wish."
"Very well then, Hrive....Namarie ten' sii' (Farewell for now).....Pie,"Legolas said, his voice tinged with humor, and his eyes sparkling with a mischief that hadn't been there since this whole ordeal had begun.
Hrive turned and gave a soft smile upon hearing her new nickname, then left the dungeons.
* * * * * * * * *
Hrive left the dungeons, shutting door softly behind her.
No sooner than had she stepped out the door, she bumped into the muscular chest of a Tel'draug warrior. She drew a startled gasp as she looked up into the face of her best friend, Arrna.
"Arrna......what are you doing here?"
The warrior was not one to waste words, "I heard you talking with the Elf."
Hrive looked up, her ice blue eyes suddenly becoming fearful. "What do you mean?"
"You are helping him,"Arrna began, his voice growing more frustrated by the moment, "You know the punishment for helping a prisoner and an enemy! You will be killed!"
"Not if no one finds out,"Hrive pointed out softly.
Arrna growled down at his friend, turning from her and pacing. After a few moments of nervous pacing, he paused. "You expect me to put my tail on the line for you?"
Hrive averted her gaze from her childhood friend's. "It is your choice alone, my friend.....I would not blame you for not doing so, but I can only ask this of you....will you help me?"
Arrna looked at his friend, their icy eyes, which were common amongst their race, meeting. He sighed softly, his warrior's stature slumping slightly with weariness. "Very well then....I will help you...but I cannot—will not lie to the King forever."
"You will not have to....but thank you, my friend.....I know this is hard for you—"
With a grow, Arrna cut her off. "No. Don't say that. I might change my mind. I'm doing this for you, let's leave it at that."
Hrive gave a small smile and hugged her friend. "Thank you."
Legolas was safe.....for now.
* * * * * * * * *
AranenTel'draug looked at the report one of his scouts had written up.
Elves......destined for their city.
The King of the Tel'draug's head jerked up as he stood.
He then tilted his head back and let out a long, mournful howl, summoning his hunting pack/royal guard to him.
The Elves who entered their realm had to be taken care of....
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PhoenixQueen, I am soooo flattererd that you think the daughter would be a mighty falcon *hugs you* you're so sweet, but sorry..*groans at MY own stupidness* The Tel'draug skin changers can only change into one thing, the wolf..and a human, of course. But, you are sooo sweet!
LAssemista...lol You might have to fight someone for Legolas *looks over at Halo*
*whispering to Lassemista "Good luck, Halo won't give up without a fight."*
*Hugs Legolas for not allowing Halo to destroy my plot* Halo, you know better than to beat the mess out of other ppls characters! lol No matter how tempting it may get, do not beat up my Tel'draug! LoL!
*hands Nili a moisty wipe to make her eyebrows feel better* Don't worry, you'll get me some day..ehehe....We're all a little silly, aren't we? *huggles MY Estel* But Estel likes me, even though I'm silly *giggle evilly*
*is now giggling insanely at your mental image of the Half-Elf, half skin changer*NO! LoL HalfElven skin Changers aren't hairy beasts! The Skin Changers have two forms, in this case, one is a human, one is a Wolf. But, for the Half Elf, Half Skin Changer, the human form would look more like a Half-Elven human.....got it? lol goh..I confuse myself lol
I'm glad yall aren't upset about the no romance policy. I just...don't see how an Elf who is over 1000 years someone's senior would want to fall in love with a person who is ranked as an infant if tehy were Elven....well, anywayz.....Here's da next chapter!
I OWN Hrive (pronounced Ree-vae), Ohtar, AranenTel'draug, Arrna, and the other Tel'draug skin changers...okay ?
NOTE: This is the Elvish meaning of these names....just in case ya wanna know...
Arrna = storm
Hrive= winter
Ohtar = warrior
AranenTel'draug = King of the Wolf
Tel'draug = the wolf
Ch. 3
Glorfindel and the rest of his group rode silently through the woods.
"We must be cautious, for we are entering the Tel'draug hunting grounds,"Glorfindel cautioned.
The twins and Aragorn gave a slight nod of confirmation as they slowed their horses to tread more silently through the snow.
Little did they know, they were being watched......
A short distance away from them, a 'wolf' crouched, unmoving and tense, in the snow covered bushes. It's eyes glittered with the intensity and observation skills of a trained spy or warrior.
"Hopefully, we will reach the underground city of the Tel'draug by nightfall,"Glorfindel stated.
In the bushes, the wolf tensed even more than it already had been. Without a sound, the wolf had fled from his hiding place, having heard enough, and was gone without a trace of ever having been there.
* * * * * * * * *
Legolas stifled the urge to groan as he heard the door of the dungeons open, then close.
He also had to stifle a sigh of relief as he heard, or barely heard, rather, the soft, almost imperceptible footfalls of the only person who was kind to him.
The *young*(young by appearance) woman entered his cell, carrying a small sack. Without a word, she tilted his head back and began to dress and clean his wounds.
"Are you feeling any better today?"she asked softly after a few moments.
"Thanks to you,"Legolas replied, wincing as she rubbed some stinging ointment onto the gash across his temple.
She then moved on to checking his wounds across his abdomen and chest. Barely a moment later, she looked up to meet Legolas's questioning gaze. "You have a few cracked ribs,"she stated matter-of-factly.
Legolas merely nodded.
"Don't move. This will not hurt but maybe a little bit....trust me,"she whispered, placing a hand to his abused ribs.
She took a deep breath and leaned forward, her forehead almost touching his.
Legolas felt an odd, slightly achy, warmth spread through his ribs. He relaxed into the warmth, finding it oddly satisfyingly soothing.
A moment later, she withdrew her touch from him, also withdrawing the warmth.
Legolas looked at her, incredulous, as he took a deep, testing breath. His ribs were healed!
"What did you do?"Legolas inquired.
The young woman shook her head weakly. Dazed and tired from having healed the Elf, she needed a moment to recuperate. "Healing runs in my family,"she murmured shakily after a moment.
Legolas could only nod, extremely grateful. Though still weak and in pain from his other numerous bruises and gashes, he did feel much better and could breathe much easier.
"But please.....tell me, who are you? Let me thank you."
The female shook her head, pulling a small bundle of food out of her sack. "Why do you wish to know?"She questioned with a soft chuckle.
"Because I wish to know the name of the only friend I have in this nightmare,"Legolas countered softly.
The young woman went on, unwrapping the food, as if she hadn't heard the question. "I am sorry I couldn't bring much. I could only bring what I could smuggle from the kitchens without being noticed."
Legolas shook his head, trying to wave away the apologetic look without the use of his hands. "I am so grateful for a friend in this prison...and you have done so much for me already. I don't even understand why you are doing this."
She looked contemplatively at him for a moment, a small, wistful smile coming to her face, "I have my reasons for doing what I do.....besides, think nothing of it. No one deserves to be punished because of who they are."
She then stepped forward, tentatively. "I will untie you so you can eat...as long as you do not try anything. You trust me not to kill you...and I trust you not to put me in a position where I can get executed."
Legolas nodded, "Amin vesta. (I promise)"
With that, the young woman freed Legolas of his bonds. Immediately, Legolas felt the blood rush to his long-deprived fingertips. Though the sensation was painful, it was welcomed.
She then handed Legolas his small amount of food, which the Elf ate hungrily. He had been deprived of food for what seemed like a mortal lifetime.
"I wish I could have brought more—"
"You could change into a piece of pie,"Legolas interrupted.
"Pardon?"
"You are a skin changer, are you not? You have more than one form. Possibly one of them is a piece of pie?"Legolas inquired, his voice becoming sarcastically hopeful as his strength returned.
The young Skin Changer arched an eyebrow, then laughed, smothering her giggles with one hand. "No...I'm afraid not. I would if I could, though...."
"Yes...and then, when I am done with you and you are 'recycled' through my system, you could go from waste, to a piece of pie again!" Legolas interjected.
"That is so perfectly disgusting,"the Skin Changer giggled.
"Isn't it though? It isn't any more disgusting than being imprisoned in this fashion,"Legolas said, sobering.
"True......true......but, no imprisonment will last forever,"the Skin Changer stated softly, "Tanya, amin vesta. (That, I promise.)"
The last part was barely a whisper, unheard by even Legolas. It was a soft spoken declaration to herself.
The two of them chatted on like friends...but little did they know, they, too, were being watched....
* * * * * * * * *
A tall Skin Changer stood at the doorway, listening quietly to the conversation in the dungeons. Having just returned from the wild, he had intended on speaking with his friend, but apparently, his friend was already speaking with someone else....
He tensed, his icy gray eyes glistening just as intently as they had been in the forest when he had spied upon the Elves.
No...he could not be hearing what he thought he was hearing, yet it was true. His best friend was conversing with the prisoner.
The Skin Changer ran a hand nervously through his disheveled main of white-silver hair, which came at it's shortest length to his chin, and at it's longest length to the nape of his neck in the back.
What to do...what to do?
His duty was to report to the King what he saw, yet should he put his duty before his friend's life?
He growled under his breath, frustrated with his own inability to decide what to do....so, he simply waited at the door of the dungeon.
* * * * * * * * *
Legolas let the young woman bind his wrists yet again.
"I am sorry, but I must do this. They would have someone's head if they saw you free,"she whispered apologetically.
Legolas nodded. "All is well."
The Skin Changer stood and walked to the door of his cell, but paused before leaving. "I am Hrive, but you may call me what you wish."
"Very well then, Hrive....Namarie ten' sii' (Farewell for now).....Pie,"Legolas said, his voice tinged with humor, and his eyes sparkling with a mischief that hadn't been there since this whole ordeal had begun.
Hrive turned and gave a soft smile upon hearing her new nickname, then left the dungeons.
* * * * * * * * *
Hrive left the dungeons, shutting door softly behind her.
No sooner than had she stepped out the door, she bumped into the muscular chest of a Tel'draug warrior. She drew a startled gasp as she looked up into the face of her best friend, Arrna.
"Arrna......what are you doing here?"
The warrior was not one to waste words, "I heard you talking with the Elf."
Hrive looked up, her ice blue eyes suddenly becoming fearful. "What do you mean?"
"You are helping him,"Arrna began, his voice growing more frustrated by the moment, "You know the punishment for helping a prisoner and an enemy! You will be killed!"
"Not if no one finds out,"Hrive pointed out softly.
Arrna growled down at his friend, turning from her and pacing. After a few moments of nervous pacing, he paused. "You expect me to put my tail on the line for you?"
Hrive averted her gaze from her childhood friend's. "It is your choice alone, my friend.....I would not blame you for not doing so, but I can only ask this of you....will you help me?"
Arrna looked at his friend, their icy eyes, which were common amongst their race, meeting. He sighed softly, his warrior's stature slumping slightly with weariness. "Very well then....I will help you...but I cannot—will not lie to the King forever."
"You will not have to....but thank you, my friend.....I know this is hard for you—"
With a grow, Arrna cut her off. "No. Don't say that. I might change my mind. I'm doing this for you, let's leave it at that."
Hrive gave a small smile and hugged her friend. "Thank you."
Legolas was safe.....for now.
* * * * * * * * *
AranenTel'draug looked at the report one of his scouts had written up.
Elves......destined for their city.
The King of the Tel'draug's head jerked up as he stood.
He then tilted his head back and let out a long, mournful howl, summoning his hunting pack/royal guard to him.
The Elves who entered their realm had to be taken care of....
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