LOVE'S CHANCE AT FATE



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Chapter 12: Blood Stained Trail



"I need some fresh air. Don't wait up," Legolas instructed as he closed the door and went down the hall. He was used to not being at home, he couldn't help but it wasn't home without the fresh smell of pine and tree scent. Besides, taking a walk would do wonders to refresh his mind.

Outside the city walls, the smell of trees and corn filled his nostrils, which were still a little sore.

He walked through the grassy field until he came to the corn stalks. It had been many years since he had been in a corn field running through and causing trouble. He smiled in remembrance of his adolescence. What fine days those were, freedom to go where ever with no consequences, or at least it had seemed. Now here he was with his best friends on a vacation from what he missed.

He thought back to Vilisse, and if she was the girl in the market, the girl who worked at the Inn.

It had to be her, he knew. He had recognized her, though graced with more age and female beauty than he had seen her last.

He came to an odd spot in the field. Some of the stalks had been mashed down and broken. He bent down to have a closer look. Though the night was dark, the waxing moon bent down its light.

Blood.

Here was blood. It was fresh, as if not five minutes before hand someone had been here. He could see its trail all the way down the length of the field. Curiously, he followed it.



Not more than a mile off from where Legolas now tracked her did Vilisse lay. She had been unconscious for only a few minutes, but it had seemed like hours.

She sat up groggily. 'Where am I? What is going on?' She wondered, looking around in the dark. She was in the forest, and then what had happened all came back to her. She laid her head back down. She had been over taken by someone in the corn field and beaten into unconsciousness. 'Where is he now?' She wondered. It seemed he had left for a little while. Opening her eyes, she tried to sit up. She couldn't see him anywhere with her keen elven eyes, nor could she hear him. The hurt from his manhandling pained her into reality. She was alone, unprotected, and unarmed. If he came back, it would surely mean her death. Deciding that now was the time to act, she began to stand up as the blood rushed back to her head, she leaned on a tree, then moving on as quietly and quickly as she could back through the forest. She really had no idea where she was going, only that is must take her away from that man. Sick and confused, she stopped frequently to listen. But nothing came. It was during her fourth stop that she came into contact with him again.

"Takin' a little walk, ar we?" He pulled her around to her knees, and jabbed his knife into her arm. She hadn't gone more than fifteen feet when he had caught her. Crying out in pain, she dropped her head to the ground as he put one hand around her mouth to keep her quiet and his other arm wrapped around her. The blood loss and weariness was beginning to take effect as she felt herself become extremely dizzy and spacey. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he picked her up and brought her back to his camp.

"Well, let's see what we got here, eh?" He jested sickly. She could feel the nights chill as he began to unbutton her front, exposing the front of her chest. He began to feel under her shirt, though she was too much in a state of shock from blood-loss and her head pounding insanely to do anything. He kissed her limp lips, putting himself inside of her. Closing her eyes, she felt herself drift in and out of pain spells, in which she had not any strength to stop him.



Legolas came out of the corn field into a forest. His sharp ears told him that something was close by. He doubled his pace but kept ever silent as he came into a small clove. There he saw a sight that sickened him. There in the darkness lay a young woman and a man on top of her. Though the man was only kissed and touched her, he sat upright to begin to unbuckle himself smiling haughtily. The girl on the ground lay bleeding and looked that for the life of her, she couldn't move an inch. Blood covered her face and hair, and a knife was jabbed in her arm. Looking closer, he could see elven ears protruding from her bloody scalp. Legolas swiftly took out his bow and knocked an arrow. Within a split second, the arrow was half way through the man's middle, and he fell off the girl without so much as a thought as to what had happened. The man lay on the ground, gasping at his wound and breathing heavily as he fell to the forest floor, dead. Legolas went quickly to the girl and felt her pulse. It was very weak, and felt as though she was about to loose all hope of survival. Quickly, he wrapped her up in her clothing and picked her up as gently as he could. He ran swiftly back into town, her weight never registering in his muscles. As he rushed her in to a healer, he looked fully at the victim, though bloodstained she was. There was no mistaking it: it was Vilisse. There was no doubt now in his mind that the girl who had dropped the glass, the waitress that had run from him in the market, and now the young woman that lay bloody in his arms in dire need of help had been Vilisse.






Translations:

Vilisse: (meaning in Quenya) a person's "spirit", meaning his or her general personality and attitude.



Huore: Heart-vigor, aggressive in the ways of the heart (traditional spelled with two dots above the e, however my computer doesn't know the codes).



Istima: Knowledge, learned.



Elwen: Hearted- to have heart.



Arandur: A King's servant, Steward.



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