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I STAND ALONE
Naurglahad kept screaming as she writhed and tossed recklessly on the white sheeted bed. The assistants made attempts to hold her down, but she snapped at them with lengthening jaws.
"No! Stop!" she kept shrieking, "Nooo! Owww! Please, go away! Make it go away!"
Legolas took her hand and held it tightly. She seemed to relax, but only slightly. The Healer was flipping through the pages of a very old looking scripture. She passed each page with a look of unsatisfaction on her already fretting face. She quickly set the book aside and was about to perform a basic elvish chant, when suddenly there came more screaming.
It was a man's screaming, and he was immediately carried into the room and placed on the bed next to Naurglahad. Their identicalness were almost uncanny. At the sight of him, she wiped her tears away and hollered,
"What's going on?! Why is this happening-agh!- to us?!"
The man gritted his teeth, "It's The Consequence, Naurglahad! The Consequence! What did you do now, you idiot girl?!"
"The Consequence?" thought Legolas, "What is that?"
The elves in the room looked back and forth to each of them. They seemed to be related. This man was probably Naurglahad's father.
Naurglahad became angry. "Don't call me an idiot!" she roared.
"Why not? All your actions are an idiot's worth of work!"
"No they aren't! You always do this!" suddenly, she flung herself out of bed, still hyperventilating. Her cries of pain suddenly vanished, "You are a wicked father! Why can't you just accept me, like how you do when I do things before you tell me? I am already more than enough!"
The man also flipped out of bed and stood to face his raging daughter. "Do not defy what you must obey! I am your master, and your father!"
"You will not be master any longer then!" she made to charge at him, but Legolas grabbed her from under her arms.
"Naurglahad! Control yourself!" he said, pulling back with all his might.
But somehow, with an unseen force, he was blown away by her energy and nearly flew into the wall. As other elves came to his side, Naurglahad and the man had taken to the window, and jumped out into the air.
"They're crazy!" shrieked the Healer following Legolas to watch them fall to the earth.
"No they aren't!" cried Legolas, looking up at the moon, "They're...they," he gasped, "They're dragons!"
Two dragons, one black and the other brown were racing out of Lorien at the speed of light. They were flying alongside each other, occasionally ramming each otherin aattemptto knock one another out of the air. They swooped dangerously low over the trees, blowing golden leaves everywhere, sstartlingeven more citizens.
Legolas with several other elves exited the Healing Quarters and mounted swift white horses, riding along the trail of chaos that had erupted throughout Lorien. They kept looking up through the branches against the crescent moon to check if they were under or still behind the flying beasts.
"They're in a clearing!" announced one elf pointing in another direction. Legolas took the lead and turned in the direction the elf had just pointed in. It was the same clearing that he had visited before. They were just about to go through a line of trees, when they were suddenly smashed down by the blackdragon.
"Get off your horses!" cried Legolas, leaping off his steed, "Make room or they'll crush us!"
The scene brightened as flames shot in the north direction. There were dragons roaring and stomping against the ground. The elves peered through the trees and bushes occasionally to witness what was going on between the two monsters.
"They are dueling!"
Indeed, Naurglahad and Onikunshu were. After the race over the trees, Onikunshu had successfully slammed Naurglahad into the dirt. As he darted at her to finish her off, she had whacked him with her tail. She shot a jet of flames, but it was no use. Dragons are immune to flames, and Onikunshu only blasted it back with his wings.
It was an amazing sight to see. Two giants fighting with all their strength to destroy each other.
After a few more missed far range attacks, they took off into the sky again and hovered up by the moon. Their images became silhouettes, and it was impossible, even with elf eyes, to see who was who.
It was fierce aerial combat, involving smashing, flaming, roaring, and attempts to gore each other with the razor sharp crowns upon their heads. The earth shook with each blow, and their fighting only became angrier and intense. Everyone who watched them fight that night were sweating with fear if either Mortals...or Dragons... died in this gruesome brawl, or if they fell from the night and crunched their beautiful mallorn forests. Finally, one dragon gave the other an upper-cut, and gave it a hard, sharp bite in its thick neck. The dragon roared as they saw gallons* of dark red, almost black blood spew from the wound. Legolas could only hope, as he watched the dragon fall from the the sky, that it wasn't Naurglahad.
BOOM!
The dragon that remained in the air roared triumphantly as it flew away into the distance, perhaps, never to be seen again.
The elves cautiously pulled the leaves apart to examine the fallen beast that lay dying on the shimmering grass of the clearing. They looked closer. The light of the paling moon revealed the outline changing back into a human. Legolas instantly recognized that outline.
"Naurglahad!"
She lay bleeding to death in the crater that her dragon form had created. When Legolas reached her, he found that her limbs were torn and scratched. Burn marks seared her fore-arms and she had a deep red scar on her right eye. But the worst thing was that she had a serious gash splitting at her neck where she had been bitten.
Legolas attempted to pick her up again to take her back for healing, when she coughed and shook her head.
"It is no use, Legolas," she whispered. The light in her eyes slowly began to fade, instantly cutting Legolas' own heart, "I am dying."
"I know that!" he cried, "And that is why we have to get you some help! I will get you healed! You'll be safe!"
"Stop.... Don't waste your energy. I'm sorry, but I have to," she choked and coughed out blood. It stained her shirt. "I have to leave you now... forever." Legolas couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face, and neither could Naurglahad, but she smiled up at him through them, "I wish I could have been with you for longer.." she grinned softly, "I had plans."
Legolas smiled slightly, but not even for a moment. Out of the bushes, more elves and people came through. Elenwe was among them. A crowd of races began forming behind them. All was silent except for the quiet sobs that came from Legolas.
"I'm leaving now," she murmured, "Good bye.... I love you."
She closed her eyes, just as Legolas kissed her one last time. Through the silence of his tears, he could feel her lips return his kiss. Then, they turned cold.
She was dead.
Elenwe came rushing to Legolas' side as he held Naurglahad close to his chest, close to his heart. She didn't breath, and her heart wasn't beating. An everlasting winter consumed his soul as he felt her body turn to ice. She was gone. They had only realized their love for each other for a few precious hours, maybe even only one hour; one glorious, paradise found hour. She was gone.
That night, there was sorrow from everyone. Though not all had known her, they had each felt pity for the Prince of Mirkwood's agony. But he was impacted the most. And that night, he had one wish, and only one wish:
"If only tears could bring you back..."
*gallons in dragon equivalnce I think is like a lot of dripping....
I STAND ALONE
Naurglahad kept screaming as she writhed and tossed recklessly on the white sheeted bed. The assistants made attempts to hold her down, but she snapped at them with lengthening jaws.
"No! Stop!" she kept shrieking, "Nooo! Owww! Please, go away! Make it go away!"
Legolas took her hand and held it tightly. She seemed to relax, but only slightly. The Healer was flipping through the pages of a very old looking scripture. She passed each page with a look of unsatisfaction on her already fretting face. She quickly set the book aside and was about to perform a basic elvish chant, when suddenly there came more screaming.
It was a man's screaming, and he was immediately carried into the room and placed on the bed next to Naurglahad. Their identicalness were almost uncanny. At the sight of him, she wiped her tears away and hollered,
"What's going on?! Why is this happening-agh!- to us?!"
The man gritted his teeth, "It's The Consequence, Naurglahad! The Consequence! What did you do now, you idiot girl?!"
"The Consequence?" thought Legolas, "What is that?"
The elves in the room looked back and forth to each of them. They seemed to be related. This man was probably Naurglahad's father.
Naurglahad became angry. "Don't call me an idiot!" she roared.
"Why not? All your actions are an idiot's worth of work!"
"No they aren't! You always do this!" suddenly, she flung herself out of bed, still hyperventilating. Her cries of pain suddenly vanished, "You are a wicked father! Why can't you just accept me, like how you do when I do things before you tell me? I am already more than enough!"
The man also flipped out of bed and stood to face his raging daughter. "Do not defy what you must obey! I am your master, and your father!"
"You will not be master any longer then!" she made to charge at him, but Legolas grabbed her from under her arms.
"Naurglahad! Control yourself!" he said, pulling back with all his might.
But somehow, with an unseen force, he was blown away by her energy and nearly flew into the wall. As other elves came to his side, Naurglahad and the man had taken to the window, and jumped out into the air.
"They're crazy!" shrieked the Healer following Legolas to watch them fall to the earth.
"No they aren't!" cried Legolas, looking up at the moon, "They're...they," he gasped, "They're dragons!"
Two dragons, one black and the other brown were racing out of Lorien at the speed of light. They were flying alongside each other, occasionally ramming each otherin aattemptto knock one another out of the air. They swooped dangerously low over the trees, blowing golden leaves everywhere, sstartlingeven more citizens.
Legolas with several other elves exited the Healing Quarters and mounted swift white horses, riding along the trail of chaos that had erupted throughout Lorien. They kept looking up through the branches against the crescent moon to check if they were under or still behind the flying beasts.
"They're in a clearing!" announced one elf pointing in another direction. Legolas took the lead and turned in the direction the elf had just pointed in. It was the same clearing that he had visited before. They were just about to go through a line of trees, when they were suddenly smashed down by the blackdragon.
"Get off your horses!" cried Legolas, leaping off his steed, "Make room or they'll crush us!"
The scene brightened as flames shot in the north direction. There were dragons roaring and stomping against the ground. The elves peered through the trees and bushes occasionally to witness what was going on between the two monsters.
"They are dueling!"
Indeed, Naurglahad and Onikunshu were. After the race over the trees, Onikunshu had successfully slammed Naurglahad into the dirt. As he darted at her to finish her off, she had whacked him with her tail. She shot a jet of flames, but it was no use. Dragons are immune to flames, and Onikunshu only blasted it back with his wings.
It was an amazing sight to see. Two giants fighting with all their strength to destroy each other.
After a few more missed far range attacks, they took off into the sky again and hovered up by the moon. Their images became silhouettes, and it was impossible, even with elf eyes, to see who was who.
It was fierce aerial combat, involving smashing, flaming, roaring, and attempts to gore each other with the razor sharp crowns upon their heads. The earth shook with each blow, and their fighting only became angrier and intense. Everyone who watched them fight that night were sweating with fear if either Mortals...or Dragons... died in this gruesome brawl, or if they fell from the night and crunched their beautiful mallorn forests. Finally, one dragon gave the other an upper-cut, and gave it a hard, sharp bite in its thick neck. The dragon roared as they saw gallons* of dark red, almost black blood spew from the wound. Legolas could only hope, as he watched the dragon fall from the the sky, that it wasn't Naurglahad.
BOOM!
The dragon that remained in the air roared triumphantly as it flew away into the distance, perhaps, never to be seen again.
The elves cautiously pulled the leaves apart to examine the fallen beast that lay dying on the shimmering grass of the clearing. They looked closer. The light of the paling moon revealed the outline changing back into a human. Legolas instantly recognized that outline.
"Naurglahad!"
She lay bleeding to death in the crater that her dragon form had created. When Legolas reached her, he found that her limbs were torn and scratched. Burn marks seared her fore-arms and she had a deep red scar on her right eye. But the worst thing was that she had a serious gash splitting at her neck where she had been bitten.
Legolas attempted to pick her up again to take her back for healing, when she coughed and shook her head.
"It is no use, Legolas," she whispered. The light in her eyes slowly began to fade, instantly cutting Legolas' own heart, "I am dying."
"I know that!" he cried, "And that is why we have to get you some help! I will get you healed! You'll be safe!"
"Stop.... Don't waste your energy. I'm sorry, but I have to," she choked and coughed out blood. It stained her shirt. "I have to leave you now... forever." Legolas couldn't stop the tears from flowing down his face, and neither could Naurglahad, but she smiled up at him through them, "I wish I could have been with you for longer.." she grinned softly, "I had plans."
Legolas smiled slightly, but not even for a moment. Out of the bushes, more elves and people came through. Elenwe was among them. A crowd of races began forming behind them. All was silent except for the quiet sobs that came from Legolas.
"I'm leaving now," she murmured, "Good bye.... I love you."
She closed her eyes, just as Legolas kissed her one last time. Through the silence of his tears, he could feel her lips return his kiss. Then, they turned cold.
She was dead.
Elenwe came rushing to Legolas' side as he held Naurglahad close to his chest, close to his heart. She didn't breath, and her heart wasn't beating. An everlasting winter consumed his soul as he felt her body turn to ice. She was gone. They had only realized their love for each other for a few precious hours, maybe even only one hour; one glorious, paradise found hour. She was gone.
That night, there was sorrow from everyone. Though not all had known her, they had each felt pity for the Prince of Mirkwood's agony. But he was impacted the most. And that night, he had one wish, and only one wish:
"If only tears could bring you back..."
*gallons in dragon equivalnce I think is like a lot of dripping....