CHAPTER 3
The four friends watched the swords rise above them and waited to die. They heard a small roar in their ears. 'If this is dieing' thought Elana 'it's really kinda peaceful; except for that weird roar...what is that?' Suddenly the roar was right outside the door. All at once, Arwen, the girl who had tried to stop Legolas and Aragorn on their way, burst in with her sword. Elana stared for a moment then turned to Lynn. "So that's what that roar was. She has a darn good war cry." Lynn nodded, never taking her eyes off the fierce battle that was actually fun to watch as long as you didn't get hit while being a spectator. Aragorn, however, was not enjoying it. He knew that his friends were in danger because of him, and now, Arwen, a girl he barely knew, was putting her life on the line to save him and his friends. He gasped in fear for Arwen as he saw the witch king appear behind Arwen holding a knife that looked very poisonous.
"Arwen!" he tried to call, to warn her, anything, but was stopped by a sharp pain in his arm. The Nazgul holding him captive had twisted it viciously when he had tried to speak. There was nothing he could do but watch. The witch king sort of glided over behind Arwen and raised his knife. Just in time she whirled and blocked his blow, but not before the edge of the cold poisoned knife grazed her just across the shoulder. She gave a small cry and shoved her sword into the witch king's thigh. He gave a high shrill shriek and fell back, holding his wound. The other Nazgul gave cries of horror and backed away. Aragorn got up and began to run with Arwen and Legolas on his heels. "Wait!" Legolas yelled. "We forgot Lynn and Elana! They can't even stand up!" Aragorn did a very cool 180 and began running back. He picked up Lynn quite effortlessly and ran. Legolas picked up Elana with the same lack of effort. They caught up with Arwen, and raced as far away from the empty hall way as possible. Suddenly, Arwen gave a cry, and stopped cold.
"Arwen, come on!" Legolas shouted.
"I can't! I... can't...move... forward." The color drained from her already pale face, and the twinkle disappeared from her eyes. She turned around slowly, and began to walk towards the room they had just left.
"Arwen!" Aragorn called. She turned to face him. There was no trace of kindness left in her face, and the sinister smile chilled them all too there bones.
"I am not the Arwen you knew." she said, and the voice that emerged from her lips was so cruel that Aragorn could not stop himself from shuddering.
"Then who are you?" Legolas said quietly, but the thing before them heard still.
"Oh, I am still Arwen, but I am now the darkness that lived inside her. Her every hate and fear, that's who I am."
"But how-" Aragorn's question died on his lips as his gaze traveled to her shoulder. The wound was still open, but no blood flowed from it.
"The knife." he whispered.
"Yes" came the hiss. "The knife changes you to the opposite of what you are. Good to evil." she said, looking at Aragorn. "And," she continued, her cold eyes traveling to Legolas, "immortal to mortal." A glint of silver flickered in her hand, and Aragorn knew what was coming.
"Legolas!" he shouted! "Run! Now!"
As the elven prince whirled to flee, the knife flashed inches from his face. Three strands of golden hair fell to the floor. No one noticed, and the elf and the human had vanished, along with the she-elves. Arwen moved forward, a smile of satisfaction on her face. She picked up the hairs, and looked at them, plans forming in her mind. "Legolas, I've got your number now." She stared after the retreating backs. "Time for a little...hmmm that might actually work." She turned and walked through the door of the mafia. She was now one of them. And she had an idea. An awful idea. Arwen had a wonderful, awful idea (sorry, went a little Dr. Seuss on ya. But I HAD to put that in there.). (Your scary, Legolyn.)
The four friends watched the swords rise above them and waited to die. They heard a small roar in their ears. 'If this is dieing' thought Elana 'it's really kinda peaceful; except for that weird roar...what is that?' Suddenly the roar was right outside the door. All at once, Arwen, the girl who had tried to stop Legolas and Aragorn on their way, burst in with her sword. Elana stared for a moment then turned to Lynn. "So that's what that roar was. She has a darn good war cry." Lynn nodded, never taking her eyes off the fierce battle that was actually fun to watch as long as you didn't get hit while being a spectator. Aragorn, however, was not enjoying it. He knew that his friends were in danger because of him, and now, Arwen, a girl he barely knew, was putting her life on the line to save him and his friends. He gasped in fear for Arwen as he saw the witch king appear behind Arwen holding a knife that looked very poisonous.
"Arwen!" he tried to call, to warn her, anything, but was stopped by a sharp pain in his arm. The Nazgul holding him captive had twisted it viciously when he had tried to speak. There was nothing he could do but watch. The witch king sort of glided over behind Arwen and raised his knife. Just in time she whirled and blocked his blow, but not before the edge of the cold poisoned knife grazed her just across the shoulder. She gave a small cry and shoved her sword into the witch king's thigh. He gave a high shrill shriek and fell back, holding his wound. The other Nazgul gave cries of horror and backed away. Aragorn got up and began to run with Arwen and Legolas on his heels. "Wait!" Legolas yelled. "We forgot Lynn and Elana! They can't even stand up!" Aragorn did a very cool 180 and began running back. He picked up Lynn quite effortlessly and ran. Legolas picked up Elana with the same lack of effort. They caught up with Arwen, and raced as far away from the empty hall way as possible. Suddenly, Arwen gave a cry, and stopped cold.
"Arwen, come on!" Legolas shouted.
"I can't! I... can't...move... forward." The color drained from her already pale face, and the twinkle disappeared from her eyes. She turned around slowly, and began to walk towards the room they had just left.
"Arwen!" Aragorn called. She turned to face him. There was no trace of kindness left in her face, and the sinister smile chilled them all too there bones.
"I am not the Arwen you knew." she said, and the voice that emerged from her lips was so cruel that Aragorn could not stop himself from shuddering.
"Then who are you?" Legolas said quietly, but the thing before them heard still.
"Oh, I am still Arwen, but I am now the darkness that lived inside her. Her every hate and fear, that's who I am."
"But how-" Aragorn's question died on his lips as his gaze traveled to her shoulder. The wound was still open, but no blood flowed from it.
"The knife." he whispered.
"Yes" came the hiss. "The knife changes you to the opposite of what you are. Good to evil." she said, looking at Aragorn. "And," she continued, her cold eyes traveling to Legolas, "immortal to mortal." A glint of silver flickered in her hand, and Aragorn knew what was coming.
"Legolas!" he shouted! "Run! Now!"
As the elven prince whirled to flee, the knife flashed inches from his face. Three strands of golden hair fell to the floor. No one noticed, and the elf and the human had vanished, along with the she-elves. Arwen moved forward, a smile of satisfaction on her face. She picked up the hairs, and looked at them, plans forming in her mind. "Legolas, I've got your number now." She stared after the retreating backs. "Time for a little...hmmm that might actually work." She turned and walked through the door of the mafia. She was now one of them. And she had an idea. An awful idea. Arwen had a wonderful, awful idea (sorry, went a little Dr. Seuss on ya. But I HAD to put that in there.). (Your scary, Legolyn.)
