Arg-it. Exams were bad (Algebra II and Chemistry were first thing on a
Monday...how I hate the schedule) and summer tends to mean I'm playing with
dad's nifty computer art, but here it is. Please don't hurt me...please?
Thank you to everyone who reviewed. A pic of Squee and the Pretty One to
anyone who can tell where she gets the idea that defeats the orc. ^-^~Phe-
chan~
EHAB here. Did you think we'd abandoned it for good? Fear not; Phe-Chan and I have come through great trials and tribulations (speaking from a teenage point of view, of course) to bring you this tale and WE! REFUSE! TO! LET! IT! DIE! Please believe me when I say that Chapter Twenty-eight will NOT take a month to be posted, as it is already written, tweaked, typed, and waiting in the wings. Forgive us our busy schedules, and please enjoy the chapter.
The blackness was, in a way, familiar. Still, Andrea felt something she hadn't in a long while. Alone.
"Sivi? Legolas? Guys? Are you there?" Even as she spoke the words, she could sense the emptiness around her. Am I dreaming? And then...fireworks, horrid, hot and noisy. They seemed to blast her backwards and forwards at the same time. It was only when she fell forwards, into the harsh dirt, that she realized.
"Not fireworks, a battle...but..." Andrea spun around, hand clamped tight over the pouch hung round her neck. "...but this isn't-" She screamed at what was suddenly in front of her.
Huge and hideous, the orc grinned down at her as a mutilated predator might smile at the find of a free dinner. With one great, warty hand, it reached menacingly towards her. With a frightened gasp, she darted away, only to feel the cord of her necklace tighten.
The beast had her. The thought sent a blind panic racing through her. She yanked helplessly against the monster's grip. "Someone...help me..." she croaked out, tears starting to form. Not now. She had been so close. Sivi had said Legolas would get better...and then...then she could finally be...not now, please not now. "Legolas! Help!" She screamed, knowing he hadn't been sent here, but not knowing what else she could do. Seconds after, an elven arrow whizzed by out of nowhere, striking the foul creature dead.
Andrea turned, catching only a flicker of gold on the high wall. Legolas? She tried to run, to see if, possibly...but she was still caught. Even in death, the orc's ugly fingers would not budge from their grip. Andrea hesitated for only a second, and then slipped the cord over her head. If that had really been Legolas....he was more important than the tiara.
Glad she had chosen to wear her jeans for the return trip, Andrea darted around, ducking low to avoid the notice of most of the battling warriors. She fought back a scream when she tripped. 'I won't look, do not look,' she told herself over and over again. Flinging herself up from the ground, she ran off. The wall was in sight! She was almost there, only a little further...
Another moment found her face to face with her second orc of the evening. And this time, there was little room to run. Not without running from the wall, and Legolas. Amazingly, her hand found the hilt of a sword. Whether it belonged to an enemy or a friend, she did not know. At the moment she didn't care.
The creature's sword came down as she tightened her grip and brought the "her" sword upwards. Steel clashed on steel, and Andrea fought for balance. With both gravity and her foe's greater strength against her, she had little hope of holding the twisted blade off for more than a second or two. A memory flickered in her mind's eye. She knew what to do.
With a high pitched battle cry, she ducked below the sword's edge and brought her foot up to connect solidly with the orc's gut. It staggered, winded for the moment.
"Thank you, Yahiko." She mumbled softly, darting for the wall once again. At that moment a hand grasped hers, and she turned to see that the arm was attached to a short, fuzzy-faced man.
"Hurry, with me." The fuzzy man pulled her towards what seemed to be the opening of a...cave? And something clicked. She followed Gimli without question.
After all, "Everything happens for a reason, just believe."
EHAB here. Did you think we'd abandoned it for good? Fear not; Phe-Chan and I have come through great trials and tribulations (speaking from a teenage point of view, of course) to bring you this tale and WE! REFUSE! TO! LET! IT! DIE! Please believe me when I say that Chapter Twenty-eight will NOT take a month to be posted, as it is already written, tweaked, typed, and waiting in the wings. Forgive us our busy schedules, and please enjoy the chapter.
The blackness was, in a way, familiar. Still, Andrea felt something she hadn't in a long while. Alone.
"Sivi? Legolas? Guys? Are you there?" Even as she spoke the words, she could sense the emptiness around her. Am I dreaming? And then...fireworks, horrid, hot and noisy. They seemed to blast her backwards and forwards at the same time. It was only when she fell forwards, into the harsh dirt, that she realized.
"Not fireworks, a battle...but..." Andrea spun around, hand clamped tight over the pouch hung round her neck. "...but this isn't-" She screamed at what was suddenly in front of her.
Huge and hideous, the orc grinned down at her as a mutilated predator might smile at the find of a free dinner. With one great, warty hand, it reached menacingly towards her. With a frightened gasp, she darted away, only to feel the cord of her necklace tighten.
The beast had her. The thought sent a blind panic racing through her. She yanked helplessly against the monster's grip. "Someone...help me..." she croaked out, tears starting to form. Not now. She had been so close. Sivi had said Legolas would get better...and then...then she could finally be...not now, please not now. "Legolas! Help!" She screamed, knowing he hadn't been sent here, but not knowing what else she could do. Seconds after, an elven arrow whizzed by out of nowhere, striking the foul creature dead.
Andrea turned, catching only a flicker of gold on the high wall. Legolas? She tried to run, to see if, possibly...but she was still caught. Even in death, the orc's ugly fingers would not budge from their grip. Andrea hesitated for only a second, and then slipped the cord over her head. If that had really been Legolas....he was more important than the tiara.
Glad she had chosen to wear her jeans for the return trip, Andrea darted around, ducking low to avoid the notice of most of the battling warriors. She fought back a scream when she tripped. 'I won't look, do not look,' she told herself over and over again. Flinging herself up from the ground, she ran off. The wall was in sight! She was almost there, only a little further...
Another moment found her face to face with her second orc of the evening. And this time, there was little room to run. Not without running from the wall, and Legolas. Amazingly, her hand found the hilt of a sword. Whether it belonged to an enemy or a friend, she did not know. At the moment she didn't care.
The creature's sword came down as she tightened her grip and brought the "her" sword upwards. Steel clashed on steel, and Andrea fought for balance. With both gravity and her foe's greater strength against her, she had little hope of holding the twisted blade off for more than a second or two. A memory flickered in her mind's eye. She knew what to do.
With a high pitched battle cry, she ducked below the sword's edge and brought her foot up to connect solidly with the orc's gut. It staggered, winded for the moment.
"Thank you, Yahiko." She mumbled softly, darting for the wall once again. At that moment a hand grasped hers, and she turned to see that the arm was attached to a short, fuzzy-faced man.
"Hurry, with me." The fuzzy man pulled her towards what seemed to be the opening of a...cave? And something clicked. She followed Gimli without question.
After all, "Everything happens for a reason, just believe."