Maclyn was not a happy
Sidhe. "Yo! You think you could slow down a bit? The snails are still
behind us." This, of course, was sarcasm for the prince-ling was stopping
every five steps to look at Mac, who, despite having to use a long forked
stick to get around was moving confidently, despite the rocky outcroppings.
"I would remain silent, randir. The journey is long and there are unpleasant things in this wood." The prince frowned, "And one is approaching."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the twins froze, looking around them warily. The forest was still, the ground littered with leaves and rocks with one large outcropping boulder embedded in the earth. Maclyn smiled, loving the elves' incompetence.
"You are aware of course of that lovely, if overly large, black furry spider prepared to drop on your head from tree level, aren't you?" Legolas' gaze snapped upwards as the spider let loose a cry worse then a banesidhe's. In a moment of terror, he froze, unable to move.
The spiders had been dying out recently, but the ones that remained were the strongest of their kind. There had been an attack some time ago; the spiders had burrowed up from derelict caverns in the Palace. Despite the prince's mental sickness he did not fire upon his allies, yet, and he was still the best shot in Mirkwood, so he fought with the warriors, under the twin's supervision. The only thing distinguishing him from them were the royal green eyes and the red glow about him.
The spiders rushed for the section Legolas was in, it had been assumed that it was because he was such a beacon. This was greatly appreciated, as now Legolas's section could fall back and allow the others to flank the following spiders. It had worked wonderfully, until one of the spiders, a huge one that could have bitten three elves in half with a single bite, made its way though the defenses. It had barely gotten within ten feet of the prince when suddenly the red nimbus around him was leeched into the spider.
They still remembered his scream, such anguish.
The spider had been killed with a sword as many arrows had bounced off its hard outer covering. Legolas was unconscious for days, the healer on hand said that the power had been ripped from him in something akin to rape.
{Idiot! Move!} Elrohir ran forward, pushing the blonde elf out of the way as the spider dropped down. Elladan cried out in pain, falling to his knees.
Maclyn grinned and eased himself down to sit, good leg folded up against his chest. He regarded it as his duty in keeping up the running commentary, "Guess they aren't gonna be much help." It wasn't that he was ignorant of their plight, but this was something he could handle, giant spiders, common and weak Unseleighe beings. After about five years of on and off campaigning and three of learning from Kevinghin Silverhair, he could kill a fire ball using giant spider in his sleep. Though he wasn't too sure about the time, after all, it wasn't as if Underhill had anything constant to tell time by, two years passed above hill though, he thought, maybe...
"Shut up!" Legolas grabbed his bow and notched an arrow, loosening it faster the Maclyn could blink. {Elladan, get Elrohir out of there!} He loosed an arrow, shredding though the uppermost joint on a foreleg, severing it just as it swiped at Elladan. He released a second arrow so fast he wasn't even sure if he had reloaded, there was a wet crushing sound, like crushing an insect and a thud, the arrow had shattered one of the eyes but missed the brain, Maclyn was impressed. The spider screamed and started to lurch towards him, moving at an alarming rate.
Maclyn could feel the dread radiating from the three as Legolas dodged into a tree, trying to put some distance between him and the spider. Unfortunately, it was too fast. "Ai!" The twins both yelled something untranslatable as the prince fell, still fighting off the giant spider, bow lost. He pulled two white knives from his belt just before he hit, though the impact jarred them from his hands. Maclyn could just about reach one...
{Legolas! Keep your head down!} Elladan yelled, firing an arrow into the thing again. Legolas did, crying out in pain.
"Ai! Elladan, get Elrohir to.Ah! Safety! Leave me!" He managed to grab one of his knives and began to back up onto the out cropping, perhaps hoping to gain an advantage of height or to jump down from the top. He slashed at the thing's eyes, which were at chest level because of the incline, but the spider grabbed his arm in its jaws, deftly cutting off the motion of his arm but thankfully not piercing his clothing.
{No!} And Elladan was actively in the fray, slashing at the spider with his sword, cutting off the legs where he could to drive it back. It retaliated, swinging a foreleg and knocking Elladan down. The spider lunged towards Legolas, still hungry for the power he had. {NO!} The fallen twin hurtled himself foreword, imposing his body between Legolas and the spider, and together they fell to the edge of the boulder.
Maclyn was cutting off his bonds, he could feel what that spider wanted, magic and it was trying to siphon it away from that one elf, who was hiding behind some haphazard magic shields and under one of the twins.
Maclyn glowered slightly as he realized that his ring had more magic in it than he did. [Oy! Over here you eight, no seven, whoops there goes another one, six legged piece of dung! What are you spider or bug?] He ripped off the magic muffling silk glove and waved his hand around, putting more magic into it, reflecting that 'spider or bug' didn't quite have the same ring to it as 'man or mouse.'
The thing expectedly charged at him, though he wasn't too sure if it understood what he said or was just hungry. He held the knife confidently and pulled back his arm slightly as its mandibles gaped and dripped poison. He thrusted up with the heel of his hand under the head just before it could bite him. He held its head up and away from his body, bending it back as if it were rearing up, the remaining front legs searched for purchase on the out of reach ground. The blade flashed out and cut the poisonous pincer like mandibles.
It screamed a profoundly unnatural sound that set his teeth on edge, as disturbing as a rabbit's death scream. He braced his good foot on the ground and pushed up, bending it father back, glittering gem like red eyes now facing the group. "You can shoot now 'cause I can't hold him forever!"
Gah...incompetence was amusing, but annoying as well.
Legolas was lying on the ground, Elladan in a most compromising position above him. Until the blond pushed himself up into a sitting position and *Reached* for his bow, which was some yards away. Red and white glowed and the weapon was in his hands, arrow already knocked, the fact that the bottom half of the bow could and was hanging off the outcrop was the only thing that made it possible to shoot a long bow from a seated position.
The blow was dead on, piercing another eye and going straight to the brain.
The only problem was that now one of the dark haired elves was *sitting* in a highly suggestive pose in the blonde's lap.
"Gee, all that fighting must get a guy horny. Hey, I don't mind, free show." Elladan shot Maclyn a look of death, cursing in Sindarin. Legolas didn't seem to notice, as he was unconscious. Elrohir stood up from where he was knocked, leaning heavily on his bow, "I think I may start getting jealous of our dear prince, brother, unless we can have a threesome."
"Tch...Forgetting to invite your guest, very bad manners, foursome, unless someone else falls on blondie, then we can have a small orgy"
Elrohir glanced at Maclyn and smirked a little, "Prisoners do not have the privilege to join in the orgies."
Maclyn snapped his fingers, "Darn it!" He grinned and leaned over to pick up his makeshift crutch.
"Aye...Are you two alright? Done trying to steal my brother away Legolas?"
{Shut up,} they both growled and proceeded to pick themselves up off the ground, Elladan had the opportunity to see the prisoner again.
{His bonds were cut and he did not run away?} Elladan questioned, holding his head. He looked like he had a huge headache. Mac couldn't blame him, he almost had been squashed by the spider.
{Release him. He will walk with us free.} Elladan looked like he was about to protest, but Legolas was already turning to Mac. "You are still a prisoner, make no mistake. But we may need you to fight, if any more spiders come. You try anything, and your head will no longer be attached to your shoulders." He then picked up his knife, "And I would like my knife back."
He expectantly held out his hand.
Maclyn glanced at him, his hand and then examined the knife he held, -Doesn't burn, not iron, Elven Steel? No...Magic in it but not my kind of magic, and Elven Steel is usually very colorful.- He frowned, "Is this Hill Steel?"
He received odd looks.
"Sometimes it is called Dwarven Steel, it is very good work."
"Aye, it is Mithril, I have never heard it called Hill Steel though."
Maclyn frowned again, -That doesn't sound right, a little different, I can't ken dwarf steel, this...- He peered at intently and felt it in his hands and magic. -This is simple.-
He wiped the spider's blood off the white blade on his good silk shirt and handed it back hilt first.
Legolas took it and nodded, a slight crease in his brow, muffled words, he wasn't to sure what he was hearing. He flipped the knife around and sheathed it.
Elrohir, who was starting to like this new comer very much as he had proven to have a sense of humor and to be a good warrior even injured as he was; looked at Maclyn carefully. He still shimmered greatly, especially about the eyes but he wasn't as upset with it as he had been. "What was that tongue that you spoke to the spider to command it to come to you? It sounded elvish."
"It *is* elvish, Seleighe elvish. I have never heard what you spoke earlier. And I commanded it naug--not. I simply insulted it incase it could understand and waved my arm about." He demonstrated.
Elladan's eyes widened and he snatched the stranger's arm, the shimmering did not obscure this at least. He held it close to his, he was no stranger to magic, and many elves had said they still felt darkness though the war of the ring was done with, [Legolas!]
The prince blinked curiously and then froze up when Elladan shoved the randir's hand in his face.
His hand that had a gold ring that rang with magic around one of his fingers.
"I would remain silent, randir. The journey is long and there are unpleasant things in this wood." The prince frowned, "And one is approaching."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the twins froze, looking around them warily. The forest was still, the ground littered with leaves and rocks with one large outcropping boulder embedded in the earth. Maclyn smiled, loving the elves' incompetence.
"You are aware of course of that lovely, if overly large, black furry spider prepared to drop on your head from tree level, aren't you?" Legolas' gaze snapped upwards as the spider let loose a cry worse then a banesidhe's. In a moment of terror, he froze, unable to move.
The spiders had been dying out recently, but the ones that remained were the strongest of their kind. There had been an attack some time ago; the spiders had burrowed up from derelict caverns in the Palace. Despite the prince's mental sickness he did not fire upon his allies, yet, and he was still the best shot in Mirkwood, so he fought with the warriors, under the twin's supervision. The only thing distinguishing him from them were the royal green eyes and the red glow about him.
The spiders rushed for the section Legolas was in, it had been assumed that it was because he was such a beacon. This was greatly appreciated, as now Legolas's section could fall back and allow the others to flank the following spiders. It had worked wonderfully, until one of the spiders, a huge one that could have bitten three elves in half with a single bite, made its way though the defenses. It had barely gotten within ten feet of the prince when suddenly the red nimbus around him was leeched into the spider.
They still remembered his scream, such anguish.
The spider had been killed with a sword as many arrows had bounced off its hard outer covering. Legolas was unconscious for days, the healer on hand said that the power had been ripped from him in something akin to rape.
{Idiot! Move!} Elrohir ran forward, pushing the blonde elf out of the way as the spider dropped down. Elladan cried out in pain, falling to his knees.
Maclyn grinned and eased himself down to sit, good leg folded up against his chest. He regarded it as his duty in keeping up the running commentary, "Guess they aren't gonna be much help." It wasn't that he was ignorant of their plight, but this was something he could handle, giant spiders, common and weak Unseleighe beings. After about five years of on and off campaigning and three of learning from Kevinghin Silverhair, he could kill a fire ball using giant spider in his sleep. Though he wasn't too sure about the time, after all, it wasn't as if Underhill had anything constant to tell time by, two years passed above hill though, he thought, maybe...
"Shut up!" Legolas grabbed his bow and notched an arrow, loosening it faster the Maclyn could blink. {Elladan, get Elrohir out of there!} He loosed an arrow, shredding though the uppermost joint on a foreleg, severing it just as it swiped at Elladan. He released a second arrow so fast he wasn't even sure if he had reloaded, there was a wet crushing sound, like crushing an insect and a thud, the arrow had shattered one of the eyes but missed the brain, Maclyn was impressed. The spider screamed and started to lurch towards him, moving at an alarming rate.
Maclyn could feel the dread radiating from the three as Legolas dodged into a tree, trying to put some distance between him and the spider. Unfortunately, it was too fast. "Ai!" The twins both yelled something untranslatable as the prince fell, still fighting off the giant spider, bow lost. He pulled two white knives from his belt just before he hit, though the impact jarred them from his hands. Maclyn could just about reach one...
{Legolas! Keep your head down!} Elladan yelled, firing an arrow into the thing again. Legolas did, crying out in pain.
"Ai! Elladan, get Elrohir to.Ah! Safety! Leave me!" He managed to grab one of his knives and began to back up onto the out cropping, perhaps hoping to gain an advantage of height or to jump down from the top. He slashed at the thing's eyes, which were at chest level because of the incline, but the spider grabbed his arm in its jaws, deftly cutting off the motion of his arm but thankfully not piercing his clothing.
{No!} And Elladan was actively in the fray, slashing at the spider with his sword, cutting off the legs where he could to drive it back. It retaliated, swinging a foreleg and knocking Elladan down. The spider lunged towards Legolas, still hungry for the power he had. {NO!} The fallen twin hurtled himself foreword, imposing his body between Legolas and the spider, and together they fell to the edge of the boulder.
Maclyn was cutting off his bonds, he could feel what that spider wanted, magic and it was trying to siphon it away from that one elf, who was hiding behind some haphazard magic shields and under one of the twins.
Maclyn glowered slightly as he realized that his ring had more magic in it than he did. [Oy! Over here you eight, no seven, whoops there goes another one, six legged piece of dung! What are you spider or bug?] He ripped off the magic muffling silk glove and waved his hand around, putting more magic into it, reflecting that 'spider or bug' didn't quite have the same ring to it as 'man or mouse.'
The thing expectedly charged at him, though he wasn't too sure if it understood what he said or was just hungry. He held the knife confidently and pulled back his arm slightly as its mandibles gaped and dripped poison. He thrusted up with the heel of his hand under the head just before it could bite him. He held its head up and away from his body, bending it back as if it were rearing up, the remaining front legs searched for purchase on the out of reach ground. The blade flashed out and cut the poisonous pincer like mandibles.
It screamed a profoundly unnatural sound that set his teeth on edge, as disturbing as a rabbit's death scream. He braced his good foot on the ground and pushed up, bending it father back, glittering gem like red eyes now facing the group. "You can shoot now 'cause I can't hold him forever!"
Gah...incompetence was amusing, but annoying as well.
Legolas was lying on the ground, Elladan in a most compromising position above him. Until the blond pushed himself up into a sitting position and *Reached* for his bow, which was some yards away. Red and white glowed and the weapon was in his hands, arrow already knocked, the fact that the bottom half of the bow could and was hanging off the outcrop was the only thing that made it possible to shoot a long bow from a seated position.
The blow was dead on, piercing another eye and going straight to the brain.
The only problem was that now one of the dark haired elves was *sitting* in a highly suggestive pose in the blonde's lap.
"Gee, all that fighting must get a guy horny. Hey, I don't mind, free show." Elladan shot Maclyn a look of death, cursing in Sindarin. Legolas didn't seem to notice, as he was unconscious. Elrohir stood up from where he was knocked, leaning heavily on his bow, "I think I may start getting jealous of our dear prince, brother, unless we can have a threesome."
"Tch...Forgetting to invite your guest, very bad manners, foursome, unless someone else falls on blondie, then we can have a small orgy"
Elrohir glanced at Maclyn and smirked a little, "Prisoners do not have the privilege to join in the orgies."
Maclyn snapped his fingers, "Darn it!" He grinned and leaned over to pick up his makeshift crutch.
"Aye...Are you two alright? Done trying to steal my brother away Legolas?"
{Shut up,} they both growled and proceeded to pick themselves up off the ground, Elladan had the opportunity to see the prisoner again.
{His bonds were cut and he did not run away?} Elladan questioned, holding his head. He looked like he had a huge headache. Mac couldn't blame him, he almost had been squashed by the spider.
{Release him. He will walk with us free.} Elladan looked like he was about to protest, but Legolas was already turning to Mac. "You are still a prisoner, make no mistake. But we may need you to fight, if any more spiders come. You try anything, and your head will no longer be attached to your shoulders." He then picked up his knife, "And I would like my knife back."
He expectantly held out his hand.
Maclyn glanced at him, his hand and then examined the knife he held, -Doesn't burn, not iron, Elven Steel? No...Magic in it but not my kind of magic, and Elven Steel is usually very colorful.- He frowned, "Is this Hill Steel?"
He received odd looks.
"Sometimes it is called Dwarven Steel, it is very good work."
"Aye, it is Mithril, I have never heard it called Hill Steel though."
Maclyn frowned again, -That doesn't sound right, a little different, I can't ken dwarf steel, this...- He peered at intently and felt it in his hands and magic. -This is simple.-
He wiped the spider's blood off the white blade on his good silk shirt and handed it back hilt first.
Legolas took it and nodded, a slight crease in his brow, muffled words, he wasn't to sure what he was hearing. He flipped the knife around and sheathed it.
Elrohir, who was starting to like this new comer very much as he had proven to have a sense of humor and to be a good warrior even injured as he was; looked at Maclyn carefully. He still shimmered greatly, especially about the eyes but he wasn't as upset with it as he had been. "What was that tongue that you spoke to the spider to command it to come to you? It sounded elvish."
"It *is* elvish, Seleighe elvish. I have never heard what you spoke earlier. And I commanded it naug--not. I simply insulted it incase it could understand and waved my arm about." He demonstrated.
Elladan's eyes widened and he snatched the stranger's arm, the shimmering did not obscure this at least. He held it close to his, he was no stranger to magic, and many elves had said they still felt darkness though the war of the ring was done with, [Legolas!]
The prince blinked curiously and then froze up when Elladan shoved the randir's hand in his face.
His hand that had a gold ring that rang with magic around one of his fingers.