Anywayz....
Yall, I'm sad...I only got 2 reviews on that last chapter, but I LOVE MY REVIEWERS WHO DID REVIEW! YAY NILI AND ELENTARI MANWE!
Elentari Manwe...lol Pretty please w/ Legolas on top? Ehe...Maybe w/ Aragorn on top. LoL!
Nili....LoL! I know if I am ever beaten up and unable to protect MY Estel, then I know you can protect him, with your magically appearing torches and all!
I'll consider getting some giant whales in the story when (AND IF) they get back home. Ya never know, they might want to go fishing *evil giggle*
Ehe! Elladan and his lover bear.....no, that's not quite it....sorry. He won't be picking up any lady friends...unless my readers want him to :)
Let me put the woodland creature thing this way.....Elrohir was frightened after a GIANT furry woodland creature took something of Elladan's......while Elrohir was holding it. ANYWAYZ...
On w/ da show!
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. 5
Aragorn fell with a dull thud in the snow, pain hazing his vision. It felt as if his right wrist, right shoulder, and left leg were clamped in a vise.
No matter how hard the human struggled, he could not shake off the wolves that had fastened themselves to his arm and shoulder, as well as his leg.
Thus, the Ranger had finally fallen after a long struggle with the three wolves.
Elladan ducked a blow from a sword, but failed to see the mass of fur hurdling at him from behind. The wolf hit him so hard it knocked the breath from his lungs, sending stars exploding before his eyes.
Barely a moment later, a sword placed itself over Elladan's neck, preventing him from rising.
Elrohir tried to shout a warning to his twin, and that moment of distraction cost him. A large wolf leapt forward, it's jaws clamping an iron grip into his long hair, dragging him to the ground.
At that moment, four other wolves converged on the Elf, pinning him beneath their weight and claws.
Only Glorfindel remained standing.
The wolves and men circled their prey, eyeing him hungrily, but did not attack.
"Ah, my, my, it is a small world. Welcome back, Elf. I have seen you in these woods before. I am glad to see you,"a voice called from behind the pack.
The tone of the voice was not welcoming, nor friendly, despite the words it spoke.
Glorfindel whirled, his eyes wide upon hearing the sound of AranenTel'draug's voice. The Elf quickly regained his composure and met the Skin Changer's gaze evenly.
"I wish I could say the same thing."
The King of the Skin Changers's smiled coldly, briefly. Then, his gaze returned to stone. "You should have known better than to enter these woods again."
"We come seeking a friend,"Glorfindel replied, his voice steady.
"Well then, isn't that a shame? He is locked away in my dungeons, awaiting the execution you soon will be receiving. It is truly too bad for you that this time, you do not have the child here to protect you,"AranenTel'draug stated cruelly.
The Skin Changer then signaled for his soldiers to execute the now captive Elves and man.
Elladan and Elrohir closed their eyes, preparing for the end. Aragorn blearily did the same thing. Glorfindel merely stood tall.
The Skin Changers raised their swords....
"Stop it! NO!" A voice called through the woods.
The soldiers halted instinctively upon hearing the familiar voice call the command.
AranenTel'draug whirled angrily at the owner of the voice, "What is the meaning of this, daughter?!"
Hrive burst into the clearing, her hands held in a gesture of peace, open and without weapons.
"They have done nothing to you! What's more, I cannot allow you to slay an innocent Elf, who's race I partially belong to,"Hrive replied, her voice defiant.
Legolas's, who stood at the edge of the clearing, eyes widened as he saw the Elves and man pinned beneath the Skin changer's blades. He was so in shock that what Hrive said, 'race I partially belong to', did not even sink in.
He took a step forward, but halted himself as he saw Hrive motion for him to stop.
Arrna, who was a Skin Changer amongst the King's company, tensed as he saw his best friend enter the clearing, openly rejecting her father's orders and claiming her heritage.
AranenTel'draug growled menacingly. "You are either one of us, or one of *them*, daughter. Therefor, I suggest you step back and allow me to rid us of *them*."
The soldiers raised their swords........
"I am both,"Hrive stated stubbornly, halting the execution yet again.
"Very well then, but you must make the choice. You cannot be my daughter and claim to be one of *them*,"AranenTel'draug blurted coldly, thinking his daughter would side with him.
Legolas's eyebrows arched upon hearing what was going on. Hrive....the daughter of the Skin Changer who had imprisoned and beat him? Hrive....the ultimate 'Elf-lover' of the Skin Changers, was the daughter of the most anti-Elf Skin changer ever seen?
And what was this about being of Elvish heritage?
Hrive shook her head. After a long moment of hesitance, she spoke, her voice sounding so much older than how old her appearance spoke her to be. She looked a mere 16 years, but she sounded older than even Aragorn.
"If I must choose, then I will do exactly as I had done before, when I was but a child. I will not let you hurt these Elves."
AranenTel'draug's eyes widened with anger, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"And I will speak the same words I spoke before, many years ago,"Hrive began, then took a deep, shuddering breath, "'daddy, please do not hurt mommy's people.'"
The Elves and man watched in silence.
Legolas stood there in confusion, wondering who 'Pie', or so he called Hrive, truly was.
Aragorn merely sat there blearily, trying to figure out who was friend and who was foe in his pain numbed mind.
Elladan and Elrohir had a vague idea of what was going on, due to hearing Glorfindel speak of what had happened not so long ago.
Glorfindel stood there, stonily silent, reliving what had happened 21 years ago.
The King of the Skin Changer's face softened as he looked into the eyes of his daughter. His gaze then strayed to Glorfindel, and his eyes hardened to cold stoniness yet again.
"Guards, ignore the child. Kill the first Elf now."
The guards raised their swords, training them on Glorfindel.
Time seemed to slow as the guards brought their swords around on the eldest Elf.
Arrna, who had been standing amongst the guards, saw the look on his best friend's face, a look of utter horror and fear.
Legolas, who had been in the woods, leapt forward, Elven arrows flying.
Elladan, Elrohir, and Aragorn struggled violently against their captors, bringing their weapons around to fight to the very last.
Then, a sword connected with flesh.
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Yall, I'm sad...I only got 2 reviews on that last chapter, but I LOVE MY REVIEWERS WHO DID REVIEW! YAY NILI AND ELENTARI MANWE!
Elentari Manwe...lol Pretty please w/ Legolas on top? Ehe...Maybe w/ Aragorn on top. LoL!
Nili....LoL! I know if I am ever beaten up and unable to protect MY Estel, then I know you can protect him, with your magically appearing torches and all!
I'll consider getting some giant whales in the story when (AND IF) they get back home. Ya never know, they might want to go fishing *evil giggle*
Ehe! Elladan and his lover bear.....no, that's not quite it....sorry. He won't be picking up any lady friends...unless my readers want him to :)
Let me put the woodland creature thing this way.....Elrohir was frightened after a GIANT furry woodland creature took something of Elladan's......while Elrohir was holding it. ANYWAYZ...
On w/ da show!
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. 5
Aragorn fell with a dull thud in the snow, pain hazing his vision. It felt as if his right wrist, right shoulder, and left leg were clamped in a vise.
No matter how hard the human struggled, he could not shake off the wolves that had fastened themselves to his arm and shoulder, as well as his leg.
Thus, the Ranger had finally fallen after a long struggle with the three wolves.
Elladan ducked a blow from a sword, but failed to see the mass of fur hurdling at him from behind. The wolf hit him so hard it knocked the breath from his lungs, sending stars exploding before his eyes.
Barely a moment later, a sword placed itself over Elladan's neck, preventing him from rising.
Elrohir tried to shout a warning to his twin, and that moment of distraction cost him. A large wolf leapt forward, it's jaws clamping an iron grip into his long hair, dragging him to the ground.
At that moment, four other wolves converged on the Elf, pinning him beneath their weight and claws.
Only Glorfindel remained standing.
The wolves and men circled their prey, eyeing him hungrily, but did not attack.
"Ah, my, my, it is a small world. Welcome back, Elf. I have seen you in these woods before. I am glad to see you,"a voice called from behind the pack.
The tone of the voice was not welcoming, nor friendly, despite the words it spoke.
Glorfindel whirled, his eyes wide upon hearing the sound of AranenTel'draug's voice. The Elf quickly regained his composure and met the Skin Changer's gaze evenly.
"I wish I could say the same thing."
The King of the Skin Changers's smiled coldly, briefly. Then, his gaze returned to stone. "You should have known better than to enter these woods again."
"We come seeking a friend,"Glorfindel replied, his voice steady.
"Well then, isn't that a shame? He is locked away in my dungeons, awaiting the execution you soon will be receiving. It is truly too bad for you that this time, you do not have the child here to protect you,"AranenTel'draug stated cruelly.
The Skin Changer then signaled for his soldiers to execute the now captive Elves and man.
Elladan and Elrohir closed their eyes, preparing for the end. Aragorn blearily did the same thing. Glorfindel merely stood tall.
The Skin Changers raised their swords....
"Stop it! NO!" A voice called through the woods.
The soldiers halted instinctively upon hearing the familiar voice call the command.
AranenTel'draug whirled angrily at the owner of the voice, "What is the meaning of this, daughter?!"
Hrive burst into the clearing, her hands held in a gesture of peace, open and without weapons.
"They have done nothing to you! What's more, I cannot allow you to slay an innocent Elf, who's race I partially belong to,"Hrive replied, her voice defiant.
Legolas's, who stood at the edge of the clearing, eyes widened as he saw the Elves and man pinned beneath the Skin changer's blades. He was so in shock that what Hrive said, 'race I partially belong to', did not even sink in.
He took a step forward, but halted himself as he saw Hrive motion for him to stop.
Arrna, who was a Skin Changer amongst the King's company, tensed as he saw his best friend enter the clearing, openly rejecting her father's orders and claiming her heritage.
AranenTel'draug growled menacingly. "You are either one of us, or one of *them*, daughter. Therefor, I suggest you step back and allow me to rid us of *them*."
The soldiers raised their swords........
"I am both,"Hrive stated stubbornly, halting the execution yet again.
"Very well then, but you must make the choice. You cannot be my daughter and claim to be one of *them*,"AranenTel'draug blurted coldly, thinking his daughter would side with him.
Legolas's eyebrows arched upon hearing what was going on. Hrive....the daughter of the Skin Changer who had imprisoned and beat him? Hrive....the ultimate 'Elf-lover' of the Skin Changers, was the daughter of the most anti-Elf Skin changer ever seen?
And what was this about being of Elvish heritage?
Hrive shook her head. After a long moment of hesitance, she spoke, her voice sounding so much older than how old her appearance spoke her to be. She looked a mere 16 years, but she sounded older than even Aragorn.
"If I must choose, then I will do exactly as I had done before, when I was but a child. I will not let you hurt these Elves."
AranenTel'draug's eyes widened with anger, and he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted.
"And I will speak the same words I spoke before, many years ago,"Hrive began, then took a deep, shuddering breath, "'daddy, please do not hurt mommy's people.'"
The Elves and man watched in silence.
Legolas stood there in confusion, wondering who 'Pie', or so he called Hrive, truly was.
Aragorn merely sat there blearily, trying to figure out who was friend and who was foe in his pain numbed mind.
Elladan and Elrohir had a vague idea of what was going on, due to hearing Glorfindel speak of what had happened not so long ago.
Glorfindel stood there, stonily silent, reliving what had happened 21 years ago.
The King of the Skin Changer's face softened as he looked into the eyes of his daughter. His gaze then strayed to Glorfindel, and his eyes hardened to cold stoniness yet again.
"Guards, ignore the child. Kill the first Elf now."
The guards raised their swords, training them on Glorfindel.
Time seemed to slow as the guards brought their swords around on the eldest Elf.
Arrna, who had been standing amongst the guards, saw the look on his best friend's face, a look of utter horror and fear.
Legolas, who had been in the woods, leapt forward, Elven arrows flying.
Elladan, Elrohir, and Aragorn struggled violently against their captors, bringing their weapons around to fight to the very last.
Then, a sword connected with flesh.
*************