All those whose minds weren't occupied by vomiting from the heart-
wrenching sight of a blood bath craned their heads for any sign of Arual,
although the scream sounded too inhuman to belong to her.
Alexis was the first to sense the other, uninhabitable being among them, and so backed out of the clearing into dense forest. His grey eyes swept across the undergrowth for any trace of movement, and nestled upon a tuft of red brushwood swaying out of rhythm with the wind. He dived over and whipped the makeshift shelter off the dying horse it was shielding.
The scream had been its last failed chance of surviving, for then it dropped its writhing head and drank it's last breath of air. Clotted blood darkened the black of the horse's coat. The blood from the clearing.
Alexis glanced at the younger elf stood next to him. His blue eyes were wide, taking in all that had happened.
"She's alive," he whispered to him.
"How do you-"
He was forced aside by another elf, who had guided Elrond over to the place the horse had died.
"Alexis!" Elrond said breathlessly.
"Arual's alive, Elrond." The elf seized Elrond, and pulled him closer, gesturing to the corpse. "The blood was the horse's. It's been shot with one of our arrows, which was most likely to have been Arual. She put up a good fight, that's for sure, but I have no idea who has taken her."
"You know where they're taking her, though, don't you?" Elrond looked up at his old friend with expectancy, his jaw set.
Alexis sighed, and nodded solemnly, his eyes closed. The horse's coat was the colour the elves feared most of all and was associated with only one place in Middle-Earth "Mordor," he muttered.
Alexis was the first to sense the other, uninhabitable being among them, and so backed out of the clearing into dense forest. His grey eyes swept across the undergrowth for any trace of movement, and nestled upon a tuft of red brushwood swaying out of rhythm with the wind. He dived over and whipped the makeshift shelter off the dying horse it was shielding.
The scream had been its last failed chance of surviving, for then it dropped its writhing head and drank it's last breath of air. Clotted blood darkened the black of the horse's coat. The blood from the clearing.
Alexis glanced at the younger elf stood next to him. His blue eyes were wide, taking in all that had happened.
"She's alive," he whispered to him.
"How do you-"
He was forced aside by another elf, who had guided Elrond over to the place the horse had died.
"Alexis!" Elrond said breathlessly.
"Arual's alive, Elrond." The elf seized Elrond, and pulled him closer, gesturing to the corpse. "The blood was the horse's. It's been shot with one of our arrows, which was most likely to have been Arual. She put up a good fight, that's for sure, but I have no idea who has taken her."
"You know where they're taking her, though, don't you?" Elrond looked up at his old friend with expectancy, his jaw set.
Alexis sighed, and nodded solemnly, his eyes closed. The horse's coat was the colour the elves feared most of all and was associated with only one place in Middle-Earth "Mordor," he muttered.