Legolas had felt pain before, but never like this. He was drifting in
and out of consciousness.
Is this death? If not, how can it hurt so badly? Oh, father, see your son now. A fallen warrior.
With that thought, Legolas surrendered to the sleep that he had been fighting.
A young Legolas ran through the forest, laughing as his friends chased him. He was so fast! He knew that when he grew up he would be a great warrior. That was what he wanted so badly. That's why he practiced his archery even after the others had stopped to play. That's why he ran, faster and faster.
He collapsed in a clearing, out of breath but grinning widely. His friends were so far behind! He was getting better, he knew it. Finally, a young elven girl ran noiselessly in.
"Where are the others?" Legolas asked, listening hard for any sound.
"They gave up." The girl said with a smile.
"Who are you? You didn't start the race with us." Legolas said, frowning slightly.
"My name is Sarie. I started after you did. Anyway, we should be getting back. Look at the sun."
"Race you!" Legolas said, springing lightly to his feet. This race will be easy, he thought.
"All right. Go!" Sarie said, and they bounded away. They were neck- and-neck. Legolas soon lost track of Sarie as she drifted to the right.
Legolas burst through the trees triumphantly, knowing that he had to be the winner. He had run faster than ever.
But the sight that met his eyes was not the one he expected. He saw Sarie, surrounded by other young elves.
"You beat Prince Legolas?" They were saying.
Legolas took off, frustrated. Beaten by a girl, no less. The last thing he saw were her smiling blue-grey eyes.
Legolas no longer felt the pain as much. The sleep had revitalized him. He could not remember the dream he had had, only that it had included running through the forest.
I will do that again.
He had regained his will to live. He got up, and after a wave of dizziness, was able to get up to examine his room.
It was still the same as before, and even the in-depth examination of it shed no light on possible escapes. He noticed his untouched bowl of soup and remembered clearly the elf maiden that had delivered it to him. What was it about her that haunted Legolas the way it did?
He was deep in thought when the door opened again. An older elven female came in.
"Let me check on those wounds." She examined his cuts. " They are healing nicely. We thought for a while that we had lost you."
This female seemed kinder than the first one. Legolas decided quickly to ask what questions he could and get at least a few answers.
"Why was I captured?"
This question caught the female off her guard. "Why, you are the Prince of Mirkwood and a great warrior. The enemy will pay a tidy sum to get you back. Now, no more questions. " She turned to leave, but her posture softened. " And eat your soup. You may want all the strength you can get. You have some hard times ahead."
Well, there's the second chapter! It's kind of slow, but it'll get better. Please review!
Is this death? If not, how can it hurt so badly? Oh, father, see your son now. A fallen warrior.
With that thought, Legolas surrendered to the sleep that he had been fighting.
A young Legolas ran through the forest, laughing as his friends chased him. He was so fast! He knew that when he grew up he would be a great warrior. That was what he wanted so badly. That's why he practiced his archery even after the others had stopped to play. That's why he ran, faster and faster.
He collapsed in a clearing, out of breath but grinning widely. His friends were so far behind! He was getting better, he knew it. Finally, a young elven girl ran noiselessly in.
"Where are the others?" Legolas asked, listening hard for any sound.
"They gave up." The girl said with a smile.
"Who are you? You didn't start the race with us." Legolas said, frowning slightly.
"My name is Sarie. I started after you did. Anyway, we should be getting back. Look at the sun."
"Race you!" Legolas said, springing lightly to his feet. This race will be easy, he thought.
"All right. Go!" Sarie said, and they bounded away. They were neck- and-neck. Legolas soon lost track of Sarie as she drifted to the right.
Legolas burst through the trees triumphantly, knowing that he had to be the winner. He had run faster than ever.
But the sight that met his eyes was not the one he expected. He saw Sarie, surrounded by other young elves.
"You beat Prince Legolas?" They were saying.
Legolas took off, frustrated. Beaten by a girl, no less. The last thing he saw were her smiling blue-grey eyes.
Legolas no longer felt the pain as much. The sleep had revitalized him. He could not remember the dream he had had, only that it had included running through the forest.
I will do that again.
He had regained his will to live. He got up, and after a wave of dizziness, was able to get up to examine his room.
It was still the same as before, and even the in-depth examination of it shed no light on possible escapes. He noticed his untouched bowl of soup and remembered clearly the elf maiden that had delivered it to him. What was it about her that haunted Legolas the way it did?
He was deep in thought when the door opened again. An older elven female came in.
"Let me check on those wounds." She examined his cuts. " They are healing nicely. We thought for a while that we had lost you."
This female seemed kinder than the first one. Legolas decided quickly to ask what questions he could and get at least a few answers.
"Why was I captured?"
This question caught the female off her guard. "Why, you are the Prince of Mirkwood and a great warrior. The enemy will pay a tidy sum to get you back. Now, no more questions. " She turned to leave, but her posture softened. " And eat your soup. You may want all the strength you can get. You have some hard times ahead."
Well, there's the second chapter! It's kind of slow, but it'll get better. Please review!