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I STAND ALONE
He wasn't going to lose her. Not now, not ever.
Legolas sprinted swifter then an ewe through the trees of Lothlorien, following the huge shadow that flew across trees in the crystal night sky. An auburn dragon was the source of that shadow, and it flew like lightning. He dodged in and out of obstacles, leaping over fallen trees and dashing ahead of standing ones. He was lucky that the shadow had changed back into a human, and had landed in a nearby clearing, as he was about to completely lose track of its route.
He pushed through some bushes and popped out into the clearing. She stood there in the wind, muttering something to herself as she reached behind her neck and fumbled with something very tiny. He couldn't see what she was doing, but it must have had some kind of magic to it, as her hair lightened in the moonlight and she seemed to lose the darkness that had succumbed her earlier.
Quietly with his elven feet, he stepped up behind her. Then, he touched her shoulder.
Naheka shrieked and whipped around. She suddenly seemed to fear him as she attempted to run again, but this time, he caught her hand. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he just seemed too strong. She pleaded with him.
"Please, Legolas!" she cried, still jerking and pulling away from him, "Let me go! I don't love you! And you can't love me! Stop it! Please! Let go-"
"Ssshhh," ushered Legolas, pressing a finger to her lips once more, "Calm down. No one is going to hurt you."
"That's not what I am afraid of!" she screamed, still struggling. Legolas aslowlynd carefully pulled her hand back. She was completely physically in his power. She was forced to stop moving.
"Then what are you afraid of?" he asked, now gently with one hand turning her head to face him. She panicked again, but she didn't squirm. Sweat began to trickle down the side of her face.
"I am afraid of... " her voice trailed off. What was she afraid of? What was she afraid of? What did she have to worry about now? She fell completely silent.
"Are you afraid of falling in love?" he said suddenly.
Naheka couldn't stand it. She whipped out Dragonsilk once more and this time pressed the tip to his chest.
"One false move," she muttered angrily, not taking her eyes off Legolas' still placid face, "And you can have Dragon," she tapped the jagged edge," sawing at your lungs, and Silk," pointing to the smooth blade, " slowly shredding the rest of you in half! Now tell me again, what did you say?"
"I said I love you. And that is true." he slowly lowered the point of the knife down, "I do not fear you." Soon, Dragonsilk rested at Naheka's side. She was completely hypnotized by his gaze.
Then, Dragonsilk hit the fertile soil as Legolas gently brushed his soft lips against Naheka's. She completely melted and would have fallen to the dirt aside Dragonsilk if he hadn't wrapped his arms around her slender waist, supporting her back with one hand and her head with the other. Her fine line of serious thoughts were immediately drowned in an ocean of passion and mixed emotions. Onikunshu was telling her to smack him and run away, while Narcissus told her to relax and not move. But Naheka wasn't going to listen to either of them. Not now. She would listen to her heart, and what she wanted to do.
Instantly regaining her strength, she stood upright and forced her lips to make powerful contact with Legolas'. She kept pushing and tasting, embracing every timeless second of this precious moment until he began losing sense himself. Then, almost sweating and breathing as if he had bounded up Cadharas in three seconds, he pulled out of the kiss. They stared at each other. Startledness was prior in each of their eyes, but a sense of hunger also lingered behind it.
"Why did you stop?" Naheka asked, brushing a strand of gold hair out of his face and tenderly tucking it behind his ear, "Don't stop now."
Legolas suddenly found his hand caressing the delicate outlines of her face. Then, he put a finger under her chin and said to her, "Then I'll keep going."
~*~
Elenwe strained to prevent tears sliding down his face as he rode swiftly north back to Mirkwood on a white horse from the stables. How could she betray him like that?
He saw Naheka and his master, together. Again, how could she betray him? How could she dance in the light of Legolas' hidden passion, when his affection obviously shone brighter than his master's? It didn't make any sense! He became angry, and soon furious that she had rejected him. Why? Why? None of the puzzle pieces, which he had none of, fit together. He was lost, and by the second losing himself even more as rage and angst began to consume his mind.
For some reason, this new emotion seemed so familiar. It coursed through his veins as if it had been there before.
His horse was starting to get tired. Elenwe didn't blame him. They were almost out of Lorien by now. He steered him next to the flowing river water Anduin, where the horse staggered and rested before bending over to drink some water. Elenwe sat impatiently and watched him quench his thirst, but he still had a thirst of his own to fill. He strode to the horse to ask him in Sindarin if he was finished drinking yet, when he glanced in the water.
He looked back. His reflection glared angrily up at him with narrowed eyes and a face scrunched up in malice. A rather deceptive looking character. Familiar somehow. He gazed at himself for a few minutes.
Then, it hit him.
His reflection had formed not to an angry Elenwe, but a normal Wethrinaer. Now he could imagine himself despising people of other races, like Naheka, and wanting to destroy them with arrows of doom and evil weapons, and taking pleasure in things his father wanted. He could see himself hand in hand with a pale, black haired elf maiden wearing the same wretched expression upon her face, actually enjoying her foul company.
He touched his reflection. It rippled and faded back into his present image. Now he was terrified and sad. He found that it wasn't his destiny to be with Naheka, maybe to love her, but not to stand beside her.
The horse seemed to know what he was thinking, as it nuzzled his chest with its nose comfortingly. Elenwe stroked the horse in a way of saying thank you.
Suddenly, out of the sky, someone came falling. He crashed through the trees, and landed with a painful thud on his right arm near the Anduin. Elenwe immediately came to his side, and turned him over. It was a rather gaunt Man with shoulder-length black hair, wearing all black. He seemed to be unconscious and in serious need of help.
Elenwe hesitated. Should he ride to Mirkwood, or back to Lorien? If he went to Mirkwood, it might be too late for this man to live (he thought the man's gauntness was unnatural, and it was) but if he went back to Lorien, he'd live, but he would have to face Legolas and Naheka. What would he do?
~*~
"And there was one thing I forgot to mention," said Naheka at the entrance to her dormitory later that night. She pulled Legolas' head down to kiss him on the cheek and murmur in his ear, "I love you too."
Legolas reddened slightly. Naheka smiled and turned to open the doors. As soon as she placed a hand on the door knob, she seethed and clutched her stomach. Legolas directly came down to the floor next to her. Naheka's eyes were widening and was in great pain. In the light of the moon, he gasped to see that her emerald eyes occasionally flashed to a blood red. Her skin too was also paling.
She cried, "What is happening?! Argh! It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop! AAAHHH!"
He took her in his arms as soon as she began holding her head, shutting her eyes tight as if she were trying to block out something. Then, she started screaming. She sounded like she was on fire. He picked her up and looked around for some way of assistance. Her shrieks got louder and louder as the pain inside her was burning up.
Lights glowed on all around Lothlorien as Legolas rushed to find an elf that specialized in healing. He found a maiden rushing to the entrance of the guest dorms. She was a Healer, and immediately summoned two servants to help take Naheka into the healing chambers. She was still screaming and a single tear streamed down her face.
Tears also nearly came to Legolas' face, but he had to be strong as he followed the Healer and her servants into another area of trees.
But in another place, in another time, thousands of people were shrieking and crying. Their eyes turned red, and their skin came white. They rolled out of their beds, fell from the skies, and was caught by authorities who found them in illegal areas, and identified them as a member of the most dangerous clans in all of the worlds.
I STAND ALONE
He wasn't going to lose her. Not now, not ever.
Legolas sprinted swifter then an ewe through the trees of Lothlorien, following the huge shadow that flew across trees in the crystal night sky. An auburn dragon was the source of that shadow, and it flew like lightning. He dodged in and out of obstacles, leaping over fallen trees and dashing ahead of standing ones. He was lucky that the shadow had changed back into a human, and had landed in a nearby clearing, as he was about to completely lose track of its route.
He pushed through some bushes and popped out into the clearing. She stood there in the wind, muttering something to herself as she reached behind her neck and fumbled with something very tiny. He couldn't see what she was doing, but it must have had some kind of magic to it, as her hair lightened in the moonlight and she seemed to lose the darkness that had succumbed her earlier.
Quietly with his elven feet, he stepped up behind her. Then, he touched her shoulder.
Naheka shrieked and whipped around. She suddenly seemed to fear him as she attempted to run again, but this time, he caught her hand. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he just seemed too strong. She pleaded with him.
"Please, Legolas!" she cried, still jerking and pulling away from him, "Let me go! I don't love you! And you can't love me! Stop it! Please! Let go-"
"Ssshhh," ushered Legolas, pressing a finger to her lips once more, "Calm down. No one is going to hurt you."
"That's not what I am afraid of!" she screamed, still struggling. Legolas aslowlynd carefully pulled her hand back. She was completely physically in his power. She was forced to stop moving.
"Then what are you afraid of?" he asked, now gently with one hand turning her head to face him. She panicked again, but she didn't squirm. Sweat began to trickle down the side of her face.
"I am afraid of... " her voice trailed off. What was she afraid of? What was she afraid of? What did she have to worry about now? She fell completely silent.
"Are you afraid of falling in love?" he said suddenly.
Naheka couldn't stand it. She whipped out Dragonsilk once more and this time pressed the tip to his chest.
"One false move," she muttered angrily, not taking her eyes off Legolas' still placid face, "And you can have Dragon," she tapped the jagged edge," sawing at your lungs, and Silk," pointing to the smooth blade, " slowly shredding the rest of you in half! Now tell me again, what did you say?"
"I said I love you. And that is true." he slowly lowered the point of the knife down, "I do not fear you." Soon, Dragonsilk rested at Naheka's side. She was completely hypnotized by his gaze.
Then, Dragonsilk hit the fertile soil as Legolas gently brushed his soft lips against Naheka's. She completely melted and would have fallen to the dirt aside Dragonsilk if he hadn't wrapped his arms around her slender waist, supporting her back with one hand and her head with the other. Her fine line of serious thoughts were immediately drowned in an ocean of passion and mixed emotions. Onikunshu was telling her to smack him and run away, while Narcissus told her to relax and not move. But Naheka wasn't going to listen to either of them. Not now. She would listen to her heart, and what she wanted to do.
Instantly regaining her strength, she stood upright and forced her lips to make powerful contact with Legolas'. She kept pushing and tasting, embracing every timeless second of this precious moment until he began losing sense himself. Then, almost sweating and breathing as if he had bounded up Cadharas in three seconds, he pulled out of the kiss. They stared at each other. Startledness was prior in each of their eyes, but a sense of hunger also lingered behind it.
"Why did you stop?" Naheka asked, brushing a strand of gold hair out of his face and tenderly tucking it behind his ear, "Don't stop now."
Legolas suddenly found his hand caressing the delicate outlines of her face. Then, he put a finger under her chin and said to her, "Then I'll keep going."
~*~
Elenwe strained to prevent tears sliding down his face as he rode swiftly north back to Mirkwood on a white horse from the stables. How could she betray him like that?
He saw Naheka and his master, together. Again, how could she betray him? How could she dance in the light of Legolas' hidden passion, when his affection obviously shone brighter than his master's? It didn't make any sense! He became angry, and soon furious that she had rejected him. Why? Why? None of the puzzle pieces, which he had none of, fit together. He was lost, and by the second losing himself even more as rage and angst began to consume his mind.
For some reason, this new emotion seemed so familiar. It coursed through his veins as if it had been there before.
His horse was starting to get tired. Elenwe didn't blame him. They were almost out of Lorien by now. He steered him next to the flowing river water Anduin, where the horse staggered and rested before bending over to drink some water. Elenwe sat impatiently and watched him quench his thirst, but he still had a thirst of his own to fill. He strode to the horse to ask him in Sindarin if he was finished drinking yet, when he glanced in the water.
He looked back. His reflection glared angrily up at him with narrowed eyes and a face scrunched up in malice. A rather deceptive looking character. Familiar somehow. He gazed at himself for a few minutes.
Then, it hit him.
His reflection had formed not to an angry Elenwe, but a normal Wethrinaer. Now he could imagine himself despising people of other races, like Naheka, and wanting to destroy them with arrows of doom and evil weapons, and taking pleasure in things his father wanted. He could see himself hand in hand with a pale, black haired elf maiden wearing the same wretched expression upon her face, actually enjoying her foul company.
He touched his reflection. It rippled and faded back into his present image. Now he was terrified and sad. He found that it wasn't his destiny to be with Naheka, maybe to love her, but not to stand beside her.
The horse seemed to know what he was thinking, as it nuzzled his chest with its nose comfortingly. Elenwe stroked the horse in a way of saying thank you.
Suddenly, out of the sky, someone came falling. He crashed through the trees, and landed with a painful thud on his right arm near the Anduin. Elenwe immediately came to his side, and turned him over. It was a rather gaunt Man with shoulder-length black hair, wearing all black. He seemed to be unconscious and in serious need of help.
Elenwe hesitated. Should he ride to Mirkwood, or back to Lorien? If he went to Mirkwood, it might be too late for this man to live (he thought the man's gauntness was unnatural, and it was) but if he went back to Lorien, he'd live, but he would have to face Legolas and Naheka. What would he do?
~*~
"And there was one thing I forgot to mention," said Naheka at the entrance to her dormitory later that night. She pulled Legolas' head down to kiss him on the cheek and murmur in his ear, "I love you too."
Legolas reddened slightly. Naheka smiled and turned to open the doors. As soon as she placed a hand on the door knob, she seethed and clutched her stomach. Legolas directly came down to the floor next to her. Naheka's eyes were widening and was in great pain. In the light of the moon, he gasped to see that her emerald eyes occasionally flashed to a blood red. Her skin too was also paling.
She cried, "What is happening?! Argh! It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop! AAAHHH!"
He took her in his arms as soon as she began holding her head, shutting her eyes tight as if she were trying to block out something. Then, she started screaming. She sounded like she was on fire. He picked her up and looked around for some way of assistance. Her shrieks got louder and louder as the pain inside her was burning up.
Lights glowed on all around Lothlorien as Legolas rushed to find an elf that specialized in healing. He found a maiden rushing to the entrance of the guest dorms. She was a Healer, and immediately summoned two servants to help take Naheka into the healing chambers. She was still screaming and a single tear streamed down her face.
Tears also nearly came to Legolas' face, but he had to be strong as he followed the Healer and her servants into another area of trees.
But in another place, in another time, thousands of people were shrieking and crying. Their eyes turned red, and their skin came white. They rolled out of their beds, fell from the skies, and was caught by authorities who found them in illegal areas, and identified them as a member of the most dangerous clans in all of the worlds.