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Please, please review. Hope I am not boring people to death. Chapters will be shorter from now, I promise.
Thoughts denoted by . This chapter is set in the morning after Chapter 3
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Chapter 4: Destiny
Lucien awakened to find himself alone in a camp. How did I get here? He attempted to rise, only to be stopped by a burning pain in his chest. Events of the nights were coming back to him; he was distracted and Lazarus stabbed him. The wound must have been really deep for it to still pain him after the night. Why then did he not take my heart?
"Hello, my friend, I did not expect you to rise this early. It is a very nasty wound you have there. Would you like some food or drink?" said a soft and melodious voice beside him. Lucien jerked away in surprise and turned to see an elf crouching beside him. The elf was handsome; his youthful face carried an open expression, adding to his innocent charm. Only the wisdom in his eyes betrayed his true age.
Lucien probably owed this elf his life, but years of being a hunter had taught him that appearances were often deceiving. He shook his head and tried to sit up once more. The elf, seemingly oblivious of the witch's suspicious, moved to help him.
"You really shouldn't try to move; it will only slow the healing. And for a man, you do heal pretty fast," the elf said with a smile.
Lucien tensed; the existence of immortal high witches was a well-kept secret and if he was not careful, it would be discovered.
"This man is not what he seems, Haldir. Perhaps, he will enlighten us as to what he is since we did saved his life last night," sang a beautiful, lilting voice. Of course, the speaker was not actually singing, but the voice is so lyrical and perfect that the spoken words seemed like a song. Lucien turned towards the sound of the voice, and the instant his eyes settled on this new speaker, his whole world was turned upside down.
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The bright light of the sun burnt his eyes. Brilliant, vivid colors of the forest swarmed his senses. Emotions, long forgotten, swelled within him, threatening to overcome him. The pain of losing Mikael now tore at his heart, making him glad he could not feel in the past ten years. Lucien covered his eyes and let out a wretched cry, willing this torment to end so he could return to his bleak existence.
************************************************************************ Legolas had only wanted to understand his connection to the stranger. Yet somehow, he had caused the stranger pain. This was definitely not what he intended; in fact, part of him longed for nothing more than to hold the stranger in his arms and soothe the pain away. But he suspected the stranger would not accept his touch or comfort. Instead, Legolas turned and walked away without another word.
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After several minutes, his efforts at putting a reign on his raging emotions were finally rewarded as he slightly regained his composure. He opened his eyes once more. His world was no longer in shades of grey. This cannot be; that elf, no matter how beautiful, cannot be my lifemate. He is not an immortal high witch; and he is a he.
Even as he repeated the thought in his mind over and over again, Lucien's eyes returned once more to where the golden elf stood. He could not help but wonder if this was indeed his destiny.
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Please, please, please review, so I know if people are actually reading.
Please, please review. Hope I am not boring people to death. Chapters will be shorter from now, I promise.
Thoughts denoted by . This chapter is set in the morning after Chapter 3
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Chapter 4: Destiny
Lucien awakened to find himself alone in a camp. How did I get here? He attempted to rise, only to be stopped by a burning pain in his chest. Events of the nights were coming back to him; he was distracted and Lazarus stabbed him. The wound must have been really deep for it to still pain him after the night. Why then did he not take my heart?
"Hello, my friend, I did not expect you to rise this early. It is a very nasty wound you have there. Would you like some food or drink?" said a soft and melodious voice beside him. Lucien jerked away in surprise and turned to see an elf crouching beside him. The elf was handsome; his youthful face carried an open expression, adding to his innocent charm. Only the wisdom in his eyes betrayed his true age.
Lucien probably owed this elf his life, but years of being a hunter had taught him that appearances were often deceiving. He shook his head and tried to sit up once more. The elf, seemingly oblivious of the witch's suspicious, moved to help him.
"You really shouldn't try to move; it will only slow the healing. And for a man, you do heal pretty fast," the elf said with a smile.
Lucien tensed; the existence of immortal high witches was a well-kept secret and if he was not careful, it would be discovered.
"This man is not what he seems, Haldir. Perhaps, he will enlighten us as to what he is since we did saved his life last night," sang a beautiful, lilting voice. Of course, the speaker was not actually singing, but the voice is so lyrical and perfect that the spoken words seemed like a song. Lucien turned towards the sound of the voice, and the instant his eyes settled on this new speaker, his whole world was turned upside down.
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The bright light of the sun burnt his eyes. Brilliant, vivid colors of the forest swarmed his senses. Emotions, long forgotten, swelled within him, threatening to overcome him. The pain of losing Mikael now tore at his heart, making him glad he could not feel in the past ten years. Lucien covered his eyes and let out a wretched cry, willing this torment to end so he could return to his bleak existence.
************************************************************************ Legolas had only wanted to understand his connection to the stranger. Yet somehow, he had caused the stranger pain. This was definitely not what he intended; in fact, part of him longed for nothing more than to hold the stranger in his arms and soothe the pain away. But he suspected the stranger would not accept his touch or comfort. Instead, Legolas turned and walked away without another word.
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After several minutes, his efforts at putting a reign on his raging emotions were finally rewarded as he slightly regained his composure. He opened his eyes once more. His world was no longer in shades of grey. This cannot be; that elf, no matter how beautiful, cannot be my lifemate. He is not an immortal high witch; and he is a he.
Even as he repeated the thought in his mind over and over again, Lucien's eyes returned once more to where the golden elf stood. He could not help but wonder if this was indeed his destiny.
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