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Okay, Easter break so I'm gonna post as much as I possibly can (Yay!) Hope u like! By the way, there's somewhat of a pleasant surprise in this chapter!
Chapter 8
Otrinity felt hot and cold all at once. Her mind and legs felt numb, unable to fathom where she could possibly be now. She recalled running through the palace and onto the streets of Mirkwood. She remembered seeing the horrified people who tried to block the way of these men be struck down. She never looked back to see the result.
Now, she was in the woods, surrounded by hooting men with tight ropes suspending her head high. Horses ran alongside her, smaller but swifter as well. They nudged her roughly whenever she would attempt an escape and nip at her face whenever she tried to get a look at them. She had been running for hours, she could tell.
The sun was rising.
*
Legolas bolted awake, but couldn't sit up or open his eyes, since he feared what he would see. His arm and head throbbed, and he couldn't remember what had happened. However, his heart was scarred in such a way that made the result unforgettable.
"Are you awake?" asked a voice. Legolas nodded painfully, still keeping his eyes shut. His sore arm felt heavy, along with his head. "Just rest now." Legolas suddenly recognized the voice and opened his eyes.
It was Elladen. One of Elrond of Rivendell's twin sons. He grinned gently. Legolas was about to ask when he suddenly answered.
"I arrived last night." he said. "I had barely got here when several men stormed through the gates, a white mare in their group. She stood out somehow..." his eyes went misty for a moment. "Anyway, when I faced the town, two homes and a part of the palace was in flames. There were injured people all about. Elrohir and my father are down there now, assisting the wounded." Legolas shifted, suddenly realizing that sun rays were streaming through a tall window to his right.
"Morning?" he asked. Elladen nodded, chewing something in his mouth.
"Yes. You were constantly writhing in your sleep; almost as though something was burning you. You were bonded and gagged with a filthy boot slip! Obviously manmade. What were they doing here anyway? Those men?" Legolas waited before answering.
"There was a white horse with them?" he asked.
"Yes." replied Elladen, who had stopped chewing and spit a thick substance into his hand. Legolas felt a tear find its way out of his eyes.
"They took Otrinity..." he sobbed. He wiped his face with a shaky hand. Suddenly, a flare of pain entered his wrist and slashed up his arm. He gasped and winced in pain. Elladen immediately apologized.
"They took who?" but Legolas didn't answer. He only let the tears flow from his eyes.
*
A knife gleamed in the morning light, shining with a glow that reminded Otrinity of something called triumph. She closed her eyes, not wanting to witness what would happen next.
*
Thranduil gasped with relief, embracing Legolas before he even began to approach him. He took in a breath; the scent of his hair filled his chest.
Thank Valar he's still alive! he thought.
Legolas suddenly pulled away, looked at his father deep in the eyes. They needed no words to know what had happened to the other.
"I'm sorry." Thranduil forced out. Legolas shook his head.
"No. You're not." he replied. Thranduil looked to the floor in shame. Legolas continued walking, dodging his pitiful father.
Legolas stopped at the door, running his fingers along its charred surface. He looked it up and down, then to the right where several tapestries had fallen to the ground, still smoldering from the deadly flames. He then turned to his father, whom still face the ground.
"I'm going after her." he said. Thranduil turned to him, looking him up and down. A crown prince, still willing to do the most dangerous task even with his left arm in a sling and a bandage around his aching head. "You may not approve of her, and you don't have to. I know what she caused here, but I do not know why. Either way, she means so much to me, and I'm sure you can't toss that aside like a ripped tunic that could be sewn back together." Legolas was referring to the pets he had owned before and how Thranduil had so carelessly been rid of them. A long pause.
"I understand." the king replied. Legolas smiled.
Yes. he thought. Yes he does.
Okay, Easter break so I'm gonna post as much as I possibly can (Yay!) Hope u like! By the way, there's somewhat of a pleasant surprise in this chapter!
Chapter 8
Otrinity felt hot and cold all at once. Her mind and legs felt numb, unable to fathom where she could possibly be now. She recalled running through the palace and onto the streets of Mirkwood. She remembered seeing the horrified people who tried to block the way of these men be struck down. She never looked back to see the result.
Now, she was in the woods, surrounded by hooting men with tight ropes suspending her head high. Horses ran alongside her, smaller but swifter as well. They nudged her roughly whenever she would attempt an escape and nip at her face whenever she tried to get a look at them. She had been running for hours, she could tell.
The sun was rising.
*
Legolas bolted awake, but couldn't sit up or open his eyes, since he feared what he would see. His arm and head throbbed, and he couldn't remember what had happened. However, his heart was scarred in such a way that made the result unforgettable.
"Are you awake?" asked a voice. Legolas nodded painfully, still keeping his eyes shut. His sore arm felt heavy, along with his head. "Just rest now." Legolas suddenly recognized the voice and opened his eyes.
It was Elladen. One of Elrond of Rivendell's twin sons. He grinned gently. Legolas was about to ask when he suddenly answered.
"I arrived last night." he said. "I had barely got here when several men stormed through the gates, a white mare in their group. She stood out somehow..." his eyes went misty for a moment. "Anyway, when I faced the town, two homes and a part of the palace was in flames. There were injured people all about. Elrohir and my father are down there now, assisting the wounded." Legolas shifted, suddenly realizing that sun rays were streaming through a tall window to his right.
"Morning?" he asked. Elladen nodded, chewing something in his mouth.
"Yes. You were constantly writhing in your sleep; almost as though something was burning you. You were bonded and gagged with a filthy boot slip! Obviously manmade. What were they doing here anyway? Those men?" Legolas waited before answering.
"There was a white horse with them?" he asked.
"Yes." replied Elladen, who had stopped chewing and spit a thick substance into his hand. Legolas felt a tear find its way out of his eyes.
"They took Otrinity..." he sobbed. He wiped his face with a shaky hand. Suddenly, a flare of pain entered his wrist and slashed up his arm. He gasped and winced in pain. Elladen immediately apologized.
"They took who?" but Legolas didn't answer. He only let the tears flow from his eyes.
*
A knife gleamed in the morning light, shining with a glow that reminded Otrinity of something called triumph. She closed her eyes, not wanting to witness what would happen next.
*
Thranduil gasped with relief, embracing Legolas before he even began to approach him. He took in a breath; the scent of his hair filled his chest.
Thank Valar he's still alive! he thought.
Legolas suddenly pulled away, looked at his father deep in the eyes. They needed no words to know what had happened to the other.
"I'm sorry." Thranduil forced out. Legolas shook his head.
"No. You're not." he replied. Thranduil looked to the floor in shame. Legolas continued walking, dodging his pitiful father.
Legolas stopped at the door, running his fingers along its charred surface. He looked it up and down, then to the right where several tapestries had fallen to the ground, still smoldering from the deadly flames. He then turned to his father, whom still face the ground.
"I'm going after her." he said. Thranduil turned to him, looking him up and down. A crown prince, still willing to do the most dangerous task even with his left arm in a sling and a bandage around his aching head. "You may not approve of her, and you don't have to. I know what she caused here, but I do not know why. Either way, she means so much to me, and I'm sure you can't toss that aside like a ripped tunic that could be sewn back together." Legolas was referring to the pets he had owned before and how Thranduil had so carelessly been rid of them. A long pause.
"I understand." the king replied. Legolas smiled.
Yes. he thought. Yes he does.
