DISCLAIMER- Do you seriously think its mine? True, I'd be totally proud if
it was, but that credit should actually go to JRR Tolkien... Its
not mine... its not fair...
Now I've stopped my rambling... on with the story.
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"Oh no! No, no no no! He can't come up, he mustn't come up!" thought Tathiel. "Please don't let him have heard me..."
She listened as carefully as she could, when she heard her brother's voice echoing up the stairway. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Oh no! Legolas don't come up! Please stay, please don't come, oh Legolas, if you do It's going to ki-" but she was stopped by the cold clammy hand of It.
"Ooh no! Mustn't say that! You might scare him away, my sweet..."
Legolas ran up the stairs, but then realized that if he made this much noise and the what-ever-it-was heard him, he'd be down and out before he'd realize what was happening. He softly slipped into the shadows and kept making his way up.
The stairs were of a cold black marble, and the halls had no amount of warmth or friendliness about it. This just made him more anxious to find Tathiel and get her out of this forsaken hell-hole... it was getting too dark to see, and even with his sharp elven-eyesight he had to put his hand against the wall to guide him.
Suddenly he stumbled forward onto his knees.
"I swear something just tripped me up!" he thought, but he kept it to himself. However, his thoughts were interrupted by a horrible screech as the two marble doors he'd fell through slowly shut by themselves. If that wasn't shocking enough, that same cold, uncaring voice slinked through the shadows.
"At last... I thought you'd never turn up..."
Legolas whipped an arrow from his quiver and fitted it to the string. He looked around for something that might give him an indication of where to shoot, but It stayed in the shadows.
"I've been expecting you..." said the voice. "You certainly take your time don't you? That's the problem with elves, so slow..." Legolas aimed his bow in the direction of the sound, but then whipped round when he heard the voice coming from behind him.
"Where's my sister?!" he demanded loudly. It laughed mockingly.
"Oh, she's here with me. Do you want proof?" it asked, and there was a thud like something had been kicked. There was a soft sobbing sound. "Come on. He wants proof that you're here, so go on, open your eyes, stop crying, and show him!" ordered the voice.
At this a small pair of bright eyes seemed to glow out of the darkness.
"Tathiel!" said Legolas, and went to walk towards her.
"Uh-uh-uh!" said the voice. "Don't come much closer, or else..." and drew a long sword-like knife. Legolas froze.
"Why are you doing this to her? What's she ever done to you?!" He was desperate to just hear the answer... to this and another question.
"And who are you?" It was silent, and then that arctic laugh returned.
"I am Saurar, Lord of the Shadows, Detester of the Light, and if you must know, it's not your imbecilic little sibling I want," It said. "It's you!"
Suddenly something hit Legolas round the head so hard that he spun round and landed hard on the floor. As he blacked out, he felt the blood trickling down his forehead and Saurar standing over him.
"Goodbye, Prince of Mirkwood..."
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I'm sorry if this chapter seemed a little... what's the word?
Short?
I just wanted to end it there, you know, the whole cliff-hanger thing again? I mean, come on, my regulars should know me by now, its incurable for me.
Not that I want cured of course.
R+R! Please, it's like my life-line! =D
Now I've stopped my rambling... on with the story.
~*~*~*~
"Oh no! No, no no no! He can't come up, he mustn't come up!" thought Tathiel. "Please don't let him have heard me..."
She listened as carefully as she could, when she heard her brother's voice echoing up the stairway. Her heart skipped a beat.
"Oh no! Legolas don't come up! Please stay, please don't come, oh Legolas, if you do It's going to ki-" but she was stopped by the cold clammy hand of It.
"Ooh no! Mustn't say that! You might scare him away, my sweet..."
Legolas ran up the stairs, but then realized that if he made this much noise and the what-ever-it-was heard him, he'd be down and out before he'd realize what was happening. He softly slipped into the shadows and kept making his way up.
The stairs were of a cold black marble, and the halls had no amount of warmth or friendliness about it. This just made him more anxious to find Tathiel and get her out of this forsaken hell-hole... it was getting too dark to see, and even with his sharp elven-eyesight he had to put his hand against the wall to guide him.
Suddenly he stumbled forward onto his knees.
"I swear something just tripped me up!" he thought, but he kept it to himself. However, his thoughts were interrupted by a horrible screech as the two marble doors he'd fell through slowly shut by themselves. If that wasn't shocking enough, that same cold, uncaring voice slinked through the shadows.
"At last... I thought you'd never turn up..."
Legolas whipped an arrow from his quiver and fitted it to the string. He looked around for something that might give him an indication of where to shoot, but It stayed in the shadows.
"I've been expecting you..." said the voice. "You certainly take your time don't you? That's the problem with elves, so slow..." Legolas aimed his bow in the direction of the sound, but then whipped round when he heard the voice coming from behind him.
"Where's my sister?!" he demanded loudly. It laughed mockingly.
"Oh, she's here with me. Do you want proof?" it asked, and there was a thud like something had been kicked. There was a soft sobbing sound. "Come on. He wants proof that you're here, so go on, open your eyes, stop crying, and show him!" ordered the voice.
At this a small pair of bright eyes seemed to glow out of the darkness.
"Tathiel!" said Legolas, and went to walk towards her.
"Uh-uh-uh!" said the voice. "Don't come much closer, or else..." and drew a long sword-like knife. Legolas froze.
"Why are you doing this to her? What's she ever done to you?!" He was desperate to just hear the answer... to this and another question.
"And who are you?" It was silent, and then that arctic laugh returned.
"I am Saurar, Lord of the Shadows, Detester of the Light, and if you must know, it's not your imbecilic little sibling I want," It said. "It's you!"
Suddenly something hit Legolas round the head so hard that he spun round and landed hard on the floor. As he blacked out, he felt the blood trickling down his forehead and Saurar standing over him.
"Goodbye, Prince of Mirkwood..."
~*~*~*~
I'm sorry if this chapter seemed a little... what's the word?
Short?
I just wanted to end it there, you know, the whole cliff-hanger thing again? I mean, come on, my regulars should know me by now, its incurable for me.
Not that I want cured of course.
R+R! Please, it's like my life-line! =D