Why I Hate Legolas-Part 3
She quickly yanked another arrow from her quiver, put it to the bowstring and aimed. If she'd had time to think, she would have told herself not to tremble and let the arrow fly off-aim once again. The old orc was a slow- moving creature.
He saw the arrow coming, and blinked just the once before it hit his eye and stopped him seeing anything ever again.
Dino could feel the warmth of the fire at her back now. It was a long way to the ground, but she hardly had a choice. She shut her eyes and jumped, landing cat-like and balanced, and paused for a minute to turn and look at was had been her home.
Was it her home? The Prince had certainly treated it like his. A long time ago, she'd thought that one day there might be more than the two elves living there. There might have been children.
But, as Legolas had said, what would be the point of having an heir to the throne of Mirkwood when there were already seven, whom would all live until there was no need to rule because all the subjects had sailed to the undying lands? But that wasn't why Dino wanted a child, he would have known, if he'd thought to ask.
She hared off into the night, running as only an elf can, tearing her skirts in the process so she could move quicker. If she got a message to the king of the Woodland Realm, before the orcs overpowered them through sheer numbers alone, the king's warriors would soon hunt every last orc down- they were efficient, deadly soldiers.
^^^^^ 'So now you're properly a warrior, now Thranduil has declared you're one of the best in the whole of Mirkwood - are you going to leave on one of these quests he keeps sending his soldiers off on? Going to leave me?' she jested; wishing a tiny part of her wasn't hoping it was true.
'Dino,' he replied, wrapping his arms lazily about her. 'The only reason for being a warrior is so I can protect this place. Protect here. Protect you. I've been to many places, I've seen much of Middle-Earth, and if I had wished to stay, I could have. Surely there is no better place than my home?'
Dinondo agreed. She was still agreeing as she watched his horse gallop off at dawn, almost a year ago, in the direction of Rivendell.
Namaarie. ^^^^^ Dino was running blindly now, trying to keep to the cover of trees and shadows, but so many had been cut down or set ablaze, the glow lighting up the gloom unearthly colours. She could hear orcish voices, near her, loud and snarling, but she couldn't tell where. They seemed to be all around her, chasing and calling. She saw two of the orcs, up ahead, and swiftly changed direction, like a deer being pursued.
Glancing behind her, she didn't see the creature that stepped out from behind a tree bole. She turned to see the notched blade whistle down. She saw the fresh blood in front of her eyes. Then she saw nothing else. ~~~~~ Lying on the ground, looking up at the same stars that were over the burning forest, and listening to grasshoppers nearby, Legolas Greenleaf wondered if Dino missed him. The more he thought about her, the more he began to think he missed her. He felt the handles of the elven blades, reassuringly solid and made from the wood of a tree very close to where they lived. When he returned, he would give her them back. When he returned, he would tell her of the things he had seen and how he really this time wanted to stay where his people were. When he returned, he'd teach her proper archery and not mind if she beat him in shooting contests. Thinking happily of all these things, his eyes shut, still seeing the image of the night sky.
The End.
She quickly yanked another arrow from her quiver, put it to the bowstring and aimed. If she'd had time to think, she would have told herself not to tremble and let the arrow fly off-aim once again. The old orc was a slow- moving creature.
He saw the arrow coming, and blinked just the once before it hit his eye and stopped him seeing anything ever again.
Dino could feel the warmth of the fire at her back now. It was a long way to the ground, but she hardly had a choice. She shut her eyes and jumped, landing cat-like and balanced, and paused for a minute to turn and look at was had been her home.
Was it her home? The Prince had certainly treated it like his. A long time ago, she'd thought that one day there might be more than the two elves living there. There might have been children.
But, as Legolas had said, what would be the point of having an heir to the throne of Mirkwood when there were already seven, whom would all live until there was no need to rule because all the subjects had sailed to the undying lands? But that wasn't why Dino wanted a child, he would have known, if he'd thought to ask.
She hared off into the night, running as only an elf can, tearing her skirts in the process so she could move quicker. If she got a message to the king of the Woodland Realm, before the orcs overpowered them through sheer numbers alone, the king's warriors would soon hunt every last orc down- they were efficient, deadly soldiers.
^^^^^ 'So now you're properly a warrior, now Thranduil has declared you're one of the best in the whole of Mirkwood - are you going to leave on one of these quests he keeps sending his soldiers off on? Going to leave me?' she jested; wishing a tiny part of her wasn't hoping it was true.
'Dino,' he replied, wrapping his arms lazily about her. 'The only reason for being a warrior is so I can protect this place. Protect here. Protect you. I've been to many places, I've seen much of Middle-Earth, and if I had wished to stay, I could have. Surely there is no better place than my home?'
Dinondo agreed. She was still agreeing as she watched his horse gallop off at dawn, almost a year ago, in the direction of Rivendell.
Namaarie. ^^^^^ Dino was running blindly now, trying to keep to the cover of trees and shadows, but so many had been cut down or set ablaze, the glow lighting up the gloom unearthly colours. She could hear orcish voices, near her, loud and snarling, but she couldn't tell where. They seemed to be all around her, chasing and calling. She saw two of the orcs, up ahead, and swiftly changed direction, like a deer being pursued.
Glancing behind her, she didn't see the creature that stepped out from behind a tree bole. She turned to see the notched blade whistle down. She saw the fresh blood in front of her eyes. Then she saw nothing else. ~~~~~ Lying on the ground, looking up at the same stars that were over the burning forest, and listening to grasshoppers nearby, Legolas Greenleaf wondered if Dino missed him. The more he thought about her, the more he began to think he missed her. He felt the handles of the elven blades, reassuringly solid and made from the wood of a tree very close to where they lived. When he returned, he would give her them back. When he returned, he would tell her of the things he had seen and how he really this time wanted to stay where his people were. When he returned, he'd teach her proper archery and not mind if she beat him in shooting contests. Thinking happily of all these things, his eyes shut, still seeing the image of the night sky.
The End.
