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Ok, I'm just gonna come outta Gollum-mode now... on with the story.
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Aragorn pulled Legolas onto the bank. He coughed for a second, and then realized what had happened. The same rush of blind panic took him over, and he ran towards the edge again.
"Tathiel! TATHIEL!" he called, but Gimli pulled him back.
"Don't you dare go in there again! Don't you dare!" he ordered. Legolas looked at him.
"You don't understand," he said, frantically. "You would never understand." He gazed back at the water, hoping, just hoping that somehow Tathiel would get free, and she'd come back... but no change did the surface take.
"I promised to look after her, I promised! And now she's gone..." he said, and he blinked and salty tears mixed with the ice cold water that dripped down his face, but his friends didn't notice them.
"I had hoped never to break a promise." he said. "But I just have. And it was probably the most important one I ever made." With those words he slowly walked away from them. Aragorn looked at his friend with pity and sorrow.
"Elves know so little about death," he said quietly to Gimli. "And yet, the Mirkwood Elves know so much pain and sorrow after the darkness in their forest, you'd think they would understand." he finished, as Legolas sat in the corner and held his head in his hands as the true scale of the encounter set in.
"There is still hope," said Gimli. "We can't be sure if the youngster is definitely dead." Aragorn looked out to the lake, and prayed that that hope remained...
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It couldn't end like this. Not now. No. But it was, and as Tathiel sank deeper, she felt dizzy as she ran out of air, and didn't know exactly where she was. "I'm so tired," she thought. "No one will mind if I sleep for a while."
She felt her eyes shutting, more and more... and yet, a light shone down.
"It looks so pretty through the ripples, so peaceful, so relaxing" she thought. She didn't want to fall asleep and miss it... but it seemed to be getting closer, nearer. She put up her arm and realized that the thing had let her go. She was free!
She swam upwards, towards the light, but her lungs were burning, aching... Her head broke through the water and she gasped in the cool fresh air. It felt like rain does to a small tree after months without water.
She saw the bank and swam as fast as she could towards it. Coughing and spluttering, Tathiel dragged herself out and kneeled there for a minute, dripping wet, trying to get her breath back.
"Where am I?" she thought. It was dark and cold; an underwater cave. Where the light had come from, she didn't know, but that was the least on her mind at the moment. She found it hard to see through the darkness, and was squinting when she heard the voice.
"Tathiel... Tathiel... Come to me, my sweet little Elven child..."
Tathiel froze. The voice was soft, smooth, but that could not hide the menace and danger that lay in it.
"Come to me... don't try to run... it would be folly..."
Her hand strayed to the sword coupled onto her belt.
"He knows that you're here, my sweet... he will try to come... to come for you, my sweet!" it hissed.
With those words Tathiel felt a large cold hand clamp over her mouth...
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Ooh! Suspense! Now, R+R, and tell me what you think. Come on, I live for reviews! They are my life! Even constructive criticism is helpful. However, blatant flames will be used to cook my little brother.
Yeah, you heard me right, COOK MY LITTLE BROTHER... I'm Sauron's second in command you know...
Ok, I'm just gonna come outta Gollum-mode now... on with the story.
~*~*~*~
Aragorn pulled Legolas onto the bank. He coughed for a second, and then realized what had happened. The same rush of blind panic took him over, and he ran towards the edge again.
"Tathiel! TATHIEL!" he called, but Gimli pulled him back.
"Don't you dare go in there again! Don't you dare!" he ordered. Legolas looked at him.
"You don't understand," he said, frantically. "You would never understand." He gazed back at the water, hoping, just hoping that somehow Tathiel would get free, and she'd come back... but no change did the surface take.
"I promised to look after her, I promised! And now she's gone..." he said, and he blinked and salty tears mixed with the ice cold water that dripped down his face, but his friends didn't notice them.
"I had hoped never to break a promise." he said. "But I just have. And it was probably the most important one I ever made." With those words he slowly walked away from them. Aragorn looked at his friend with pity and sorrow.
"Elves know so little about death," he said quietly to Gimli. "And yet, the Mirkwood Elves know so much pain and sorrow after the darkness in their forest, you'd think they would understand." he finished, as Legolas sat in the corner and held his head in his hands as the true scale of the encounter set in.
"There is still hope," said Gimli. "We can't be sure if the youngster is definitely dead." Aragorn looked out to the lake, and prayed that that hope remained...
~*~*~*~*~
It couldn't end like this. Not now. No. But it was, and as Tathiel sank deeper, she felt dizzy as she ran out of air, and didn't know exactly where she was. "I'm so tired," she thought. "No one will mind if I sleep for a while."
She felt her eyes shutting, more and more... and yet, a light shone down.
"It looks so pretty through the ripples, so peaceful, so relaxing" she thought. She didn't want to fall asleep and miss it... but it seemed to be getting closer, nearer. She put up her arm and realized that the thing had let her go. She was free!
She swam upwards, towards the light, but her lungs were burning, aching... Her head broke through the water and she gasped in the cool fresh air. It felt like rain does to a small tree after months without water.
She saw the bank and swam as fast as she could towards it. Coughing and spluttering, Tathiel dragged herself out and kneeled there for a minute, dripping wet, trying to get her breath back.
"Where am I?" she thought. It was dark and cold; an underwater cave. Where the light had come from, she didn't know, but that was the least on her mind at the moment. She found it hard to see through the darkness, and was squinting when she heard the voice.
"Tathiel... Tathiel... Come to me, my sweet little Elven child..."
Tathiel froze. The voice was soft, smooth, but that could not hide the menace and danger that lay in it.
"Come to me... don't try to run... it would be folly..."
Her hand strayed to the sword coupled onto her belt.
"He knows that you're here, my sweet... he will try to come... to come for you, my sweet!" it hissed.
With those words Tathiel felt a large cold hand clamp over her mouth...
~*~*~*~
Ooh! Suspense! Now, R+R, and tell me what you think. Come on, I live for reviews! They are my life! Even constructive criticism is helpful. However, blatant flames will be used to cook my little brother.
Yeah, you heard me right, COOK MY LITTLE BROTHER... I'm Sauron's second in command you know...