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Chapter 16

As the small droplet splashed onto Legolas's cold cheek Otrinity couldn't help thinking about all that her and Legolas had been through. After rescuing her from the hunters he took her in and raised her from a foal to a grown unicorn! Another tear fell onto the dead body below her.

After Otrinity was taken by the hunters Legolas came after her. He fought for her and triumphed. After he brought her home, the hunters returned for him. When it was her chance to show how much she loved Legolas and how much she cared for his safety, she failed. She wouldn't get a second chance. She lost, and that was that.

Or was it?

Otrinity jerked as Legolas coughed beneath her. His stomach still bled and he coughed repeatedly, as though he would never stop. He rolled over and faced the ground, spitting up ugly red water. Otrinity sniffed him, as though trying to make sure he was alive.

Legolas rolled onto his back once more. His hands gripped his stomach as he coughed up more water mingled with blood. Otrinity couldn't help but want to smile. She bent down and licked the side of his face. His eyes slowly fluttered open.

"Otrinity?" he asked weakly. Otrinity rubbed his face with her soft muzzle. He smiled and shut his eyes again.

Otrinity let him rest for a short while then she began nudging him harder. The elf groaned in pain as she started pushing her head under his back. After a long, painful struggle, Legolas was mounted.

No sooner did the cries come. Legolas cried out as something skimmed his cheek, ripping away the skin so that a long thin line showed.

"There they are!" cried Helwar from upriver. Legolas took a quick glance over his shoulder to see him and many others galloping over the hill.

Before Legolas barely had time to steady himself, Otrinity took off. The trees whipped against Legolas and the unicorn. Legolas wrapped a single hand around her smooth neck and gripped his stomach with the other. The wound had stopped bleeding but it sent flares of pain up his chest. His and Otrinity's grace was no use to stop the constant unsteadiness that caused them a great deal of speed. The Hunters were gaining, ready to land upon their pray.

Despite Otrinity's solid efforts to keep Legolas mounted the elf fell. Otrinity wheeled around to see him lying on the ground, a hunter approaching with a spear in his hand.

A sudden blast of light shot from somewhere just above Otrinity's head. In a second, she understood that her horn was protecting the elf as the white flame struck down several of the men closest to Legolas. Flame after flame protruded from the long saber as Otrinity leaped over Legolas.

The men around her started screaming. She kicked at any who came to close, careful not to step even on Legolas's sprawled golden hair. A single arrow was fired before Otrinity felt a blast of heat pelt her from her horn, firing out in all directions. She shut her eyes tightly, waiting for the heat to fade.

It fluttered away as a soft breeze rustled the bushes around her. When she finally gathered herself up enough to open her eyes she saw Legolas first. He lied below her, covering his head with both hands. He breathed in short raspy gasps. Otrinity sniffed him once and was convinced he was still okay. At least, not injured more so.

She looked around, seeing her damage done to the still smoldering bodies around her. She winced as an ugly stench entered her nose. The smell of burning flesh.

Otrinity whinnied in a loud mix of anger and hate. It wasn't directed at the men and it wasn't just something to let out what had happened. She was cursing herself.

I killed them! she thought as she tossed her head in agony for her own actions. I killed them! I just didn't want them to hurt Legolas and I killed them!

"There wasn't any other way." Otrinity started at the sound. Legolas's eyes glances up at her. "It wasn't your fault." with that, he passed out.

Otrinity stood there, struggling for breath. If Legolas wasn't underneath her, her knees would've buckled and she would have fallen.

We can communicate. she thought.