A/N: This chapter is reeeeeeally short. But entertaining nonetheless.
Disclaimer: I WILL HAVE TO DRIVE THIS THROUGH YOU THICK SKULLED BEINGS OUT THERE!!!! I don't own LOTR. Leamme alone!
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Chapter 9
In the midnight air, the world was tense. There was festivities still carrying on in the fields, but in the woods, an escape was being made.
A black cloaked figure was running along in the dark, constantly looking back for any signs of contact. Suddenly, in mid step, the figure stopped. Rustling sounds could be made out in the dark.
The figure took a bow from underneath the cloak and fitted an arrow to the string.
The only sound that could be heard was a yelp of pain, as the arrow was set loose.
Another figure moved out of the brush, limping, making more noise than intended.
"What did you do that for?"
"Who are you?" the hooded figure asked.
"Your prince, unless you are not of elven kind." Said Legolas, sitting down on a rock to better check the wound that almost was serious on his leg. It was a flesh wound, but it hurt very much so.
The hooded figure gasped and dropped to its knees. "Your highness, you should not walk about at night and sneak up on girls so."
"Girl?"
"Your leg!" The girl, as was revealed, moved to his leg to further examine it. "I am terribly sorry. I must help you. Wait here." She ran off into the forest, only to return later with herbs and lots of sticks. She built a fire and then went to healing Legolas's leg.
As she built the fire, she carefully avoided the light to her face, never taking off the hood.
In several minutes, the leg was tightly bandaged, different herbs working to heal the wound quickly and the fire was showing a dull light. And through this, the girl never showed her face.
"So who are you?" Asked Legolas. The girl was silent for a moment, but replied.
"The Countessa." Legolas sat dumbfounded as The Countessa stood up, a sudden change from help to desertion.
"Where are you going?" asked Legolas, not wanting to be left alone.
"Anywhere but here." The Countessa said, packing back up her things. Legolas held her fore arm. She stopped and turned to him, the firelight casting a shadow, her face invisible.
"Show me your face." Legolas said, looking helplessly into the black behind the hood.
"Why?" The Countessa said, shying away from the light, trying to pull her arm back.
"I must know if you are the Countessa I know."
"I will not give you the satisfaction." She said, pulling her arm away and making a flight in the night, leaving Legolas with the dying embers and a wounded leg.
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A/N: So Lhunoriel left him for dead. But he's an Elf. He can deal. It's kinda cold of her to do that, but whatever. It'll change in the next chapter.
But will there be a next chapter? Anyone think there should be and give me ideas. I like input. I'll credit it 'n everythin'.
Your Author Goddess,
-Obsidie
Disclaimer: I WILL HAVE TO DRIVE THIS THROUGH YOU THICK SKULLED BEINGS OUT THERE!!!! I don't own LOTR. Leamme alone!
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Chapter 9
In the midnight air, the world was tense. There was festivities still carrying on in the fields, but in the woods, an escape was being made.
A black cloaked figure was running along in the dark, constantly looking back for any signs of contact. Suddenly, in mid step, the figure stopped. Rustling sounds could be made out in the dark.
The figure took a bow from underneath the cloak and fitted an arrow to the string.
The only sound that could be heard was a yelp of pain, as the arrow was set loose.
Another figure moved out of the brush, limping, making more noise than intended.
"What did you do that for?"
"Who are you?" the hooded figure asked.
"Your prince, unless you are not of elven kind." Said Legolas, sitting down on a rock to better check the wound that almost was serious on his leg. It was a flesh wound, but it hurt very much so.
The hooded figure gasped and dropped to its knees. "Your highness, you should not walk about at night and sneak up on girls so."
"Girl?"
"Your leg!" The girl, as was revealed, moved to his leg to further examine it. "I am terribly sorry. I must help you. Wait here." She ran off into the forest, only to return later with herbs and lots of sticks. She built a fire and then went to healing Legolas's leg.
As she built the fire, she carefully avoided the light to her face, never taking off the hood.
In several minutes, the leg was tightly bandaged, different herbs working to heal the wound quickly and the fire was showing a dull light. And through this, the girl never showed her face.
"So who are you?" Asked Legolas. The girl was silent for a moment, but replied.
"The Countessa." Legolas sat dumbfounded as The Countessa stood up, a sudden change from help to desertion.
"Where are you going?" asked Legolas, not wanting to be left alone.
"Anywhere but here." The Countessa said, packing back up her things. Legolas held her fore arm. She stopped and turned to him, the firelight casting a shadow, her face invisible.
"Show me your face." Legolas said, looking helplessly into the black behind the hood.
"Why?" The Countessa said, shying away from the light, trying to pull her arm back.
"I must know if you are the Countessa I know."
"I will not give you the satisfaction." She said, pulling her arm away and making a flight in the night, leaving Legolas with the dying embers and a wounded leg.
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A/N: So Lhunoriel left him for dead. But he's an Elf. He can deal. It's kinda cold of her to do that, but whatever. It'll change in the next chapter.
But will there be a next chapter? Anyone think there should be and give me ideas. I like input. I'll credit it 'n everythin'.
Your Author Goddess,
-Obsidie