Legolas's Evenstar
Type : LOTR
Rating : Not rated yet ( I don't know how this will turn out as time goes on )
Summary : Ages have gone by and Legolas is alone with his kind. He wants more.
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Legols groaned opening his eyes. His shoulder gave a might ache as he cried out. "Oh shut your trap! It's just an arrow wound." Came a deep voice.
Legolas looked up and started to laugh. It was an elf with spiky hair. "You're a comer aren't you?" Legolas smiled.
"I said shut your trap." The elf glared pushing on Legolas's wound. He cried out again reaching out where he knew his blades lay.
"You kill me you'll die yourself. I hear your friend coming. I know he knows I'm here... he started running ten minutes ago. But he won't get here in time if you don't let me tend to your wound." The elf glared.
Legolas fingers lay still on the silver blades, "Why?" The elf looked at him in shock.
"Well your friend can't save you if you bleed to death." He said with a smirk.
"Why do you grin? Do you want me dead?" Legolas glared wrapping his delicate hand around the handle. Legolas was wondering why he didn't just give this elf a new hole to breathe through.
Again pressure was applied to his wound. Legolas instinctively reacted and brought his dagger across the elf's arms. The elf screamed and crushed Legolas's arm underneath him. Legolas's couldn't do it any more his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he was silenced.
"Wake up you lazy elf. I need to ask you some questions." Tinaldon's voice rang out.
Legolas opened his eyes and looked at the elf angrily, "You did this!" Legolas looked at Tinaldon for a moment noting his seriously confused face. He looked over the elf's clothing.
Tinaldon was worried. Why would Legolas think him his attacker? What elf could take his face and try to kill Legolas.
"Your pack. It's half full... what's in there..." Legolas said sitting up only to remember one key element. "Where is the blonde elf!"
"I'm right here you stupid clout!" Came that deep commanding voice again.
Legolas turned calmly trying not a pain himself. He looked behind him, against a tree the dark rooted blonde sat. "Who are you?" Legolas questioned.
"My name is not important. I am not one of your kind therefor I do not matter. I am here in search of the human. Whispers have spread like wild fire across the vast land of Valinor. I wish to see that breed beast before it dies." The elf whispered faintly.
"She is no beast. She is rude and self-centered but she is no beast." Legolas said finding he could no longer look at elf. It was as if the elf's sheer presence made it wrong to speak of Hewen this way.
"So a human does exist... my vain hell of life for the past twelve years wasn't a mistake. I will die after I lay my eyes on those creatures. Die of delight that those beings still exist!" The elf said his face filled with joy and hope.
"Brannon nin...(my lord)" Legolas said looking at him with a frown, "there is but one human. No more no less."
The elf looked at them in shock, "Tell me... how old is the human? Will it still be alive when we get there?"
Tinaldon nodded, "Of course! It is a young one! She stays in a place not but a day's travel from here."
The elf crumbled against the tree and mummbled, "I think I'm going to be sick." The elf promptly turned and hurled. Legolas and Tinaldon looked at each other in shock.
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Do you know why? Of course you do!
D-Chan
