* *I still own nothing and will not own anything in this story unless, well
unless the character isn't something Tolkein made...there...*blows
raspberries in the faces of Lawyers**
Reveiws:
Zecorda- Glad you like it! And I have every intention to continue writing!Thanks for reveiwing! Strange name, does it have a meaning?
JediKnightBalthasar- *gasp* I am not worthy!! lol,And you are right, it's mellon nin, not nin mellon, my mistake, thankyou sooo much for pointing that out. And I believe I meant it to be Legolas' brother who beat him up, not his father,because he got in trouble and Legolas didn't . but it's totally my mistake there also, shoulda made it clear. Thanks for reveiwing!And I'm taking you up on that dare!lol
*~*~* Bregol nith
**violent youth**
Brilliant sunlight blinded Legolas momentarily as they emerged from the hidden tunnel that he had only entered moments before. The soldiers ran past him as he paused but for a moment until his eyes adjusted.
A large horde of Orcs and elves fought on the stairs and path leading to the Halls of the Woodland king. He stood shocked, he had never seen or been in a real battle, and never had one been so close to his father's halls. The smells and sounds of death overwhelmed his senses. Metal struck elven steel and flesh. Arrows hummed as they flew from the trees. Battle cries of orc and elf filled the air, as did their agonized screams. A horrible smell of blood filled his nostrils, almost making him dizzy.
But against his minds will, he leaped down the stairs gracefully, pulling his sword from it's sheave. And in a quick and graceful arc over his head he bore down on an orc who came up the stairs towards him. His blade slammed into the orcs skull with the force of a falling sledgehammer. Legolas continued in a fluid motion almost unaware of the orc who fell limply on the steps behind him, with blood gushing from the wound, and moved on to another opponent. Who immediatly began an assult.
Legoals deflected a blow from the left and them met the orcs downward swing with an up wards one of his own, both found to be unmovable. His arm strained to overthrow the orc's constant strength. His face grimanced as his expression quickly changed to discust as the orc leaned close to his face, bared his greasy teeth and snorted.
With a new found power he pushed the orcs blade to the side, the momentum carried his arm over to his side. The orc screamed with horrifying rage as he started his next awkward blow. Rage turned to a gurgling cry as black blood stained his neck and Legolas' sword.
Legolas turned, slicing into the stomach of a new foe who fell easily to the ground. Legolas sensed another foe behind him, he agiliy spun on his heels. Only to stumble backwards as an orc buried a knife into his right shoulder blade. Legolas was forced to his knees, as the dagger was pushed futher in him. His mind screamed alound and he fought not to, biting his lip. His vision was blurry between tears and pain, but there was one thing that caught his eye. Blood dripped from teh orcs neck; he left his opponent too soon and now his life would be the price.
The burning pain jumped up a notch as Legolas felt the knife twist in him, cutting muscle and tissue. He was unable to bare it any longer, he let out a terrible pain filled scream that seemed to please his tormentor, who wrenched the knife from his flesh.
It seemed as if a veil was lifted from him, as he noticed the battle around him. The noises seemed to echo from far away in his ears and the sights seemed magnified. A score of both elf and orc remined fighting. He saw his brother as he decapitated an orc and then ran another through. His eyes trailed off and his breathing became heavy and loud in his ears. he saw Morwen, dashing up the stairs with three Elflings in frount of her who had been caught in the fight. Orcs followed them and to his mild suprize she turned and met them with her sword. A merciless fire in her red tear stained eyes.
Umong the dead he spied the open unliving glazzy eyed stares of elfs and the open mouthed expression of the orcs. The ground ran with black and red blood of both races. But his eyes focused on a smallfigure on the ground. Blood spattered his ashened face and his dark hair was in what was once a child's braid, but now tangled with mud. His eyes were open and filled with terror and pain. He was not meant to die, as he was one of the first born, and even if he wasn't, he shouldn't of for his young age in his race.
Legolas' mind had only trailed for a moment, trying to ignore the pain and quick fire that ran through him. But a wave of nausea came over him as the orc who still stood in frount of him drew back his arm and with a forceful swipe he cut sharply across Legolas' arms and chest, ripping cloth and skin. Legolas lurched forward but still remained on his knees, too weak with pain and blood loss to get up, of move. Shaking he looked up at his assilent, his face almost void of emotion. Only to watch the orc draw back for the final blow against the defensless elf.
Raising his heavey daggerover his head, he gathered strength in his arms and with a ruthless grin he slammed forward.
But the blow never finished as a high buzz filled the air and was distinctive in his ears. The arrow's flight ended shortly with a sickening thud into the orc's back and the knife flew out of his hands, and into the neck on another orc.
The dead orc fell to the ground and Legolas's blurrering sight struggled to find his savior. His vision became tubeliar as his saw his father lower his bow, and turned away. The sudden wave of graditude was swiftly replaced with grief as he realized his father's expression before the world around him finally blurred out of sight and into darkness.
Shame.
*~*~*
boy, I had such a block on this chapter and finally I started writing in Chemistry and then I've had to translate my chicken scratch, so alot of this might be sketchy, and even after that it still looks short......*sighs heavily* But it looks like a lot more if you minimize the window.*blows raspberry*Also, I don't have that much time on the computer anymore and so I won't be updating as often. But I have five more chapters outlined in detail and I have alot more to do, I plan for my next update to be pretty large when this block passes.And I DO NOT HAVE SPELL CHECKER AT THE MOMENT!!!! And please, everyone loves reveiws, tell me how screwed up this is and how much of a loser you think I am, what ever you want to give me a complex on...
Reveiws:
Zecorda- Glad you like it! And I have every intention to continue writing!Thanks for reveiwing! Strange name, does it have a meaning?
JediKnightBalthasar- *gasp* I am not worthy!! lol,And you are right, it's mellon nin, not nin mellon, my mistake, thankyou sooo much for pointing that out. And I believe I meant it to be Legolas' brother who beat him up, not his father,because he got in trouble and Legolas didn't . but it's totally my mistake there also, shoulda made it clear. Thanks for reveiwing!And I'm taking you up on that dare!lol
*~*~* Bregol nith
**violent youth**
Brilliant sunlight blinded Legolas momentarily as they emerged from the hidden tunnel that he had only entered moments before. The soldiers ran past him as he paused but for a moment until his eyes adjusted.
A large horde of Orcs and elves fought on the stairs and path leading to the Halls of the Woodland king. He stood shocked, he had never seen or been in a real battle, and never had one been so close to his father's halls. The smells and sounds of death overwhelmed his senses. Metal struck elven steel and flesh. Arrows hummed as they flew from the trees. Battle cries of orc and elf filled the air, as did their agonized screams. A horrible smell of blood filled his nostrils, almost making him dizzy.
But against his minds will, he leaped down the stairs gracefully, pulling his sword from it's sheave. And in a quick and graceful arc over his head he bore down on an orc who came up the stairs towards him. His blade slammed into the orcs skull with the force of a falling sledgehammer. Legolas continued in a fluid motion almost unaware of the orc who fell limply on the steps behind him, with blood gushing from the wound, and moved on to another opponent. Who immediatly began an assult.
Legoals deflected a blow from the left and them met the orcs downward swing with an up wards one of his own, both found to be unmovable. His arm strained to overthrow the orc's constant strength. His face grimanced as his expression quickly changed to discust as the orc leaned close to his face, bared his greasy teeth and snorted.
With a new found power he pushed the orcs blade to the side, the momentum carried his arm over to his side. The orc screamed with horrifying rage as he started his next awkward blow. Rage turned to a gurgling cry as black blood stained his neck and Legolas' sword.
Legolas turned, slicing into the stomach of a new foe who fell easily to the ground. Legolas sensed another foe behind him, he agiliy spun on his heels. Only to stumble backwards as an orc buried a knife into his right shoulder blade. Legolas was forced to his knees, as the dagger was pushed futher in him. His mind screamed alound and he fought not to, biting his lip. His vision was blurry between tears and pain, but there was one thing that caught his eye. Blood dripped from teh orcs neck; he left his opponent too soon and now his life would be the price.
The burning pain jumped up a notch as Legolas felt the knife twist in him, cutting muscle and tissue. He was unable to bare it any longer, he let out a terrible pain filled scream that seemed to please his tormentor, who wrenched the knife from his flesh.
It seemed as if a veil was lifted from him, as he noticed the battle around him. The noises seemed to echo from far away in his ears and the sights seemed magnified. A score of both elf and orc remined fighting. He saw his brother as he decapitated an orc and then ran another through. His eyes trailed off and his breathing became heavy and loud in his ears. he saw Morwen, dashing up the stairs with three Elflings in frount of her who had been caught in the fight. Orcs followed them and to his mild suprize she turned and met them with her sword. A merciless fire in her red tear stained eyes.
Umong the dead he spied the open unliving glazzy eyed stares of elfs and the open mouthed expression of the orcs. The ground ran with black and red blood of both races. But his eyes focused on a smallfigure on the ground. Blood spattered his ashened face and his dark hair was in what was once a child's braid, but now tangled with mud. His eyes were open and filled with terror and pain. He was not meant to die, as he was one of the first born, and even if he wasn't, he shouldn't of for his young age in his race.
Legolas' mind had only trailed for a moment, trying to ignore the pain and quick fire that ran through him. But a wave of nausea came over him as the orc who still stood in frount of him drew back his arm and with a forceful swipe he cut sharply across Legolas' arms and chest, ripping cloth and skin. Legolas lurched forward but still remained on his knees, too weak with pain and blood loss to get up, of move. Shaking he looked up at his assilent, his face almost void of emotion. Only to watch the orc draw back for the final blow against the defensless elf.
Raising his heavey daggerover his head, he gathered strength in his arms and with a ruthless grin he slammed forward.
But the blow never finished as a high buzz filled the air and was distinctive in his ears. The arrow's flight ended shortly with a sickening thud into the orc's back and the knife flew out of his hands, and into the neck on another orc.
The dead orc fell to the ground and Legolas's blurrering sight struggled to find his savior. His vision became tubeliar as his saw his father lower his bow, and turned away. The sudden wave of graditude was swiftly replaced with grief as he realized his father's expression before the world around him finally blurred out of sight and into darkness.
Shame.
*~*~*
boy, I had such a block on this chapter and finally I started writing in Chemistry and then I've had to translate my chicken scratch, so alot of this might be sketchy, and even after that it still looks short......*sighs heavily* But it looks like a lot more if you minimize the window.*blows raspberry*Also, I don't have that much time on the computer anymore and so I won't be updating as often. But I have five more chapters outlined in detail and I have alot more to do, I plan for my next update to be pretty large when this block passes.And I DO NOT HAVE SPELL CHECKER AT THE MOMENT!!!! And please, everyone loves reveiws, tell me how screwed up this is and how much of a loser you think I am, what ever you want to give me a complex on...