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I know, last chapter was complete dullsville! Don't worry, this one is much longer and has a lot more action in it! P/S: sorry it took so long to post this 1! It was kinda hard to write *_*. I know, sucky excuse, but that's all I got! ;P
Chapter 7
Legolas didn't wait. He couldn't place the feeling entirely, just that it fell into the protective part of his mind. After a quick scan of the woods, he led Otrinity from the spot without any rope or resistance.
Just as he disappeared in the trees, Otrinity close behind, a low, quiet laugh emerged almost undetected from the shade.
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Legolas and Otrinity arrived back at the Mirkwood kingdom by dusk, the sun struggling to peak through the thick under story of trees that hid the Mirkwood Kingdom. He didn't want Otrinity sleeping in the stables that night, so he snuck her into his room.
Legolas dodged the servants and guards easily. Since Otrinity wasn't as large as most of the mares in the stalls, she was much less detectable. Legolas peered around before turning corners, hoping not to run into his father. He waited until the corridor ahead was completely empty before proceeding.
Finally, the companions made it up to Legolas's bed chamber. There was a tall table in the corner that had a silver pitcher and a bowl of soup perched atop of it. Legolas approached his wooden four-poster bed and kneeled down, reaching underneath. With a little struggle, he pulled out a large mat weaved of straw and grass. It was slightly dusty, but clean and very similar to the hay-strewn floor in the stables.
He set it on the other side of his bed that didn't face the door, but the window that lead out to a balcony that oversaw the whole courtyard, a massive maze of flowerbeds and shrubberies. He knew that Otrinity would sometimes go over there, peering over the edge at the massive forest.
Once Otrinity was settled down on the mat, Legolas changed into his sleeping robe; a long, silky-white fabric that reached from his waist down. He sometimes slept shirtless, but tonight he wore a light, loose sleeveless thing he had found at the bottom of his drawer. Soon, he was stroking Otrinity's smooth white neck and slowly drifting into slumber.
Legolas knew that Otrinity wouldn't fall asleep before he did. He slowly stopped stroking her neck, hoping she would rest before he did. He still felt so troubled about the feeling he had felt in the forest before. So familiar, yet so untouchable. Like, being able to reach a piece of fruit from the branch of the tree, yet unable to hold onto it.
Eventually, his eyes closed and Otrinity slept beside him.
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Too late. He had grasped it, but it was now gone. His eyes scanned the room, unable to pierce through the pitch-black shadows. Everything was still, except for the steady breathing of Otrinity beside him. Her sleep went undisturbed, and Legolas was glad for that.
He was pulled into awareness by the sudden feeling of panic in the air around him. It had slipped away now, and he could not find how it had come by his chamber. He stared around, still unable to find the source of that... feeling.
Then, it slipped towards him. Quickly, yet in such away that it was nearly a blur. Otrinity suddenly burst awake, and was standing and kicking. They were all around them now, laughing and reaching, stretching long thin arms. Legolas only saw a rope fall around Otrinity's neck before he was pulled off his bed.
His head landed against his night table, and he cried out as his arm landed beneath him. Hands grabbed at him, pulling him upward. He felt a burly arm wrap around his neck. Another pulled his arms behind him, bonding them tightly with a thick rope.
Otrinity screeched nearby, her whinnies for help left unheeded. Legolas felt like crying himself, he was suddenly left unable to help someone who needed him.
A single tear fell from his bright eyes.
He could only see the gleam of Otrinity's silvery coat in the moonlight over the bedspread. He cried out to her, but she could only answer in panicked tones. Her hooves raised high in the air, kicking violently at the attackers.
Something was shoved in Legolas's mouth. It tasted sour and wooly, possibly a sock or a boot slip. He choked as the arm around his neck tightened. He winced as something streamed down his face, warm and runny.
Then, another blow came to his head. He screamed and wretched in pain, but it was muffled by the item in his mouth. He called out once more to Otrinity before another blow came.
He didn't know how many times he had to be hit before he was finally knocked out.
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I know, last chapter was complete dullsville! Don't worry, this one is much longer and has a lot more action in it! P/S: sorry it took so long to post this 1! It was kinda hard to write *_*. I know, sucky excuse, but that's all I got! ;P
Chapter 7
Legolas didn't wait. He couldn't place the feeling entirely, just that it fell into the protective part of his mind. After a quick scan of the woods, he led Otrinity from the spot without any rope or resistance.
Just as he disappeared in the trees, Otrinity close behind, a low, quiet laugh emerged almost undetected from the shade.
*
Legolas and Otrinity arrived back at the Mirkwood kingdom by dusk, the sun struggling to peak through the thick under story of trees that hid the Mirkwood Kingdom. He didn't want Otrinity sleeping in the stables that night, so he snuck her into his room.
Legolas dodged the servants and guards easily. Since Otrinity wasn't as large as most of the mares in the stalls, she was much less detectable. Legolas peered around before turning corners, hoping not to run into his father. He waited until the corridor ahead was completely empty before proceeding.
Finally, the companions made it up to Legolas's bed chamber. There was a tall table in the corner that had a silver pitcher and a bowl of soup perched atop of it. Legolas approached his wooden four-poster bed and kneeled down, reaching underneath. With a little struggle, he pulled out a large mat weaved of straw and grass. It was slightly dusty, but clean and very similar to the hay-strewn floor in the stables.
He set it on the other side of his bed that didn't face the door, but the window that lead out to a balcony that oversaw the whole courtyard, a massive maze of flowerbeds and shrubberies. He knew that Otrinity would sometimes go over there, peering over the edge at the massive forest.
Once Otrinity was settled down on the mat, Legolas changed into his sleeping robe; a long, silky-white fabric that reached from his waist down. He sometimes slept shirtless, but tonight he wore a light, loose sleeveless thing he had found at the bottom of his drawer. Soon, he was stroking Otrinity's smooth white neck and slowly drifting into slumber.
Legolas knew that Otrinity wouldn't fall asleep before he did. He slowly stopped stroking her neck, hoping she would rest before he did. He still felt so troubled about the feeling he had felt in the forest before. So familiar, yet so untouchable. Like, being able to reach a piece of fruit from the branch of the tree, yet unable to hold onto it.
Eventually, his eyes closed and Otrinity slept beside him.
*
Too late. He had grasped it, but it was now gone. His eyes scanned the room, unable to pierce through the pitch-black shadows. Everything was still, except for the steady breathing of Otrinity beside him. Her sleep went undisturbed, and Legolas was glad for that.
He was pulled into awareness by the sudden feeling of panic in the air around him. It had slipped away now, and he could not find how it had come by his chamber. He stared around, still unable to find the source of that... feeling.
Then, it slipped towards him. Quickly, yet in such away that it was nearly a blur. Otrinity suddenly burst awake, and was standing and kicking. They were all around them now, laughing and reaching, stretching long thin arms. Legolas only saw a rope fall around Otrinity's neck before he was pulled off his bed.
His head landed against his night table, and he cried out as his arm landed beneath him. Hands grabbed at him, pulling him upward. He felt a burly arm wrap around his neck. Another pulled his arms behind him, bonding them tightly with a thick rope.
Otrinity screeched nearby, her whinnies for help left unheeded. Legolas felt like crying himself, he was suddenly left unable to help someone who needed him.
A single tear fell from his bright eyes.
He could only see the gleam of Otrinity's silvery coat in the moonlight over the bedspread. He cried out to her, but she could only answer in panicked tones. Her hooves raised high in the air, kicking violently at the attackers.
Something was shoved in Legolas's mouth. It tasted sour and wooly, possibly a sock or a boot slip. He choked as the arm around his neck tightened. He winced as something streamed down his face, warm and runny.
Then, another blow came to his head. He screamed and wretched in pain, but it was muffled by the item in his mouth. He called out once more to Otrinity before another blow came.
He didn't know how many times he had to be hit before he was finally knocked out.
