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Tathiel saw it all, and as she watched her brother's eyes shut she felt helpless. She was sure she was under some sort of curse- she was completely unable to move. Things were passing as a blur, all she could concentrate on was Legolas, how to wake him up, how to get him out... how to save his life.
"Wake up!" she called, but he obviously couldn't hear her.
Saurar, being more of a shadow than a person, held his sword above her brother with a misty hand, poised to strike. It was then, when all hope had faded and Tathiel was screaming for help from someone, anyone, before it was too late, that a human-like shape burst through the door. In his hand was held a flaming torch, and he seemed to radiate a royal light.
"Aragorn!" thought Tathiel.
He'd grabbed his chance when some of the goblins were retreating to follow his friend up the stone stairs. He'd found the torch on his way up, and reached the doors just as they slammed shut, but now he was here, to help, to rescue, to finally play his part.
The brightness from the King seemed uncomfortable to Saurar, he hissed, dropped his sword, and slinked away into the darkness before anyone could catch him.
The oppressing darkness around her vanished like smoke wafted away by the wind, and she ordered her feet to move and let her run over to Legolas.
He wasn't moving at all, blood was flowing from an ugly cut on his head, and for a heart-stopping second, she feared the worst...
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Tathiel was shaking. She'd thought that he was dead. There was blood on her clothes from where she'd tried to wake him up, but nothing she had done worked. She sat by the lake, furiously scrubbing at her hands in the water, trying to clean off some of the staining red liquid. Nothing seemed to work, and her fruitless efforts just seemed to be making her hands sting and burn more and more.
Gimli had found a passage, and as she sat outside in the sunlight, though it was fading fast, and although the breeze blew her golden hair gently, falling blossoms stroked her tear-stained cheeks like delicate velvet, and the birds twittered sweet songs of joy, she found herself realizing that if Legolas were to die, she'd have naught but fond memories of distant years to remind her of their happiness.
"But," she thought to herself, "Even memories fade and wither, until they are beyond recall."
She knew that even if she'd have memories, for however long they would last, they could never compare to him actually being there, his cheeky grin that always made her smile as well, that sense of fun and adventure that he had, the way he was always there for her.
"Always there..." she repeated in her mind. "Even when I was in danger, he was there, and now look where it's got him!" She felt a fresh wave of tears well up in her eyes.
She scoured at her light fingers harder, chafing her pale skin raw.
"It'll be all my fault if he's not there anymore..." The salty droplets rolled down her cheeks, and splashed silently into the dirt, as the Princess of Mirkwood drowned slowly in her grief...
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I think this chapter was a little short, but I don't wanna let too much get out too soon.
Did this count as a cliff-hanger? Hmmm... not sure.
I know! Why don't you all R+R to tell me?!
C'mon, you know you wanna... =)
~*~*~*~
Tathiel saw it all, and as she watched her brother's eyes shut she felt helpless. She was sure she was under some sort of curse- she was completely unable to move. Things were passing as a blur, all she could concentrate on was Legolas, how to wake him up, how to get him out... how to save his life.
"Wake up!" she called, but he obviously couldn't hear her.
Saurar, being more of a shadow than a person, held his sword above her brother with a misty hand, poised to strike. It was then, when all hope had faded and Tathiel was screaming for help from someone, anyone, before it was too late, that a human-like shape burst through the door. In his hand was held a flaming torch, and he seemed to radiate a royal light.
"Aragorn!" thought Tathiel.
He'd grabbed his chance when some of the goblins were retreating to follow his friend up the stone stairs. He'd found the torch on his way up, and reached the doors just as they slammed shut, but now he was here, to help, to rescue, to finally play his part.
The brightness from the King seemed uncomfortable to Saurar, he hissed, dropped his sword, and slinked away into the darkness before anyone could catch him.
The oppressing darkness around her vanished like smoke wafted away by the wind, and she ordered her feet to move and let her run over to Legolas.
He wasn't moving at all, blood was flowing from an ugly cut on his head, and for a heart-stopping second, she feared the worst...
~*~*~*~
Tathiel was shaking. She'd thought that he was dead. There was blood on her clothes from where she'd tried to wake him up, but nothing she had done worked. She sat by the lake, furiously scrubbing at her hands in the water, trying to clean off some of the staining red liquid. Nothing seemed to work, and her fruitless efforts just seemed to be making her hands sting and burn more and more.
Gimli had found a passage, and as she sat outside in the sunlight, though it was fading fast, and although the breeze blew her golden hair gently, falling blossoms stroked her tear-stained cheeks like delicate velvet, and the birds twittered sweet songs of joy, she found herself realizing that if Legolas were to die, she'd have naught but fond memories of distant years to remind her of their happiness.
"But," she thought to herself, "Even memories fade and wither, until they are beyond recall."
She knew that even if she'd have memories, for however long they would last, they could never compare to him actually being there, his cheeky grin that always made her smile as well, that sense of fun and adventure that he had, the way he was always there for her.
"Always there..." she repeated in her mind. "Even when I was in danger, he was there, and now look where it's got him!" She felt a fresh wave of tears well up in her eyes.
She scoured at her light fingers harder, chafing her pale skin raw.
"It'll be all my fault if he's not there anymore..." The salty droplets rolled down her cheeks, and splashed silently into the dirt, as the Princess of Mirkwood drowned slowly in her grief...
~*~*~*~
I think this chapter was a little short, but I don't wanna let too much get out too soon.
Did this count as a cliff-hanger? Hmmm... not sure.
I know! Why don't you all R+R to tell me?!
C'mon, you know you wanna... =)