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Hey guys, I'm sorry about screwing up that and posting the same chapter twice. lol. I was hurrying and it was like 1 in the morning. Sorry!
To: Red Demon, Monoka, Natalya Brovinski, Kara J, and Maria thanks for all your reviews. I really appreciate it. And if anybody has links to shirtless Orlando Bloom pics they would be graciously accepted in your reviews. :D
Honora was a good liar, she had learned the art down to the finest point from Kirok before his turn to shadow had become open to discussion. It was not hard for her to lie, although she did not enjoy doing it. As she had told Frodo and Sam, Elves seldom lie, and she still considered herself an Elf.
She was lucky Legolas had not returned even so much as half a minute sooner for then she would have been caught red handed at the task of getting herself back into the state of reverie, or at least a good falsity of it. When she had returned and seen his bed empty she had at first panicked, thinking she had been caught by the Northern Prince. She had quickly calmed herself when she had heard his approaching footsteps and had closed her eyes halfway, hoping she had looked as though she had been resting for hours.
She could now feel the other Elves eyes boring into her back. She could tell he did not fully believe her and now she had to come up with a way to make him belive it was merely a dream that drove him to the woods in the middle of the night.
"Taure Ithilien nurta ilya tanna nya tarna." She whispered in a quiet spell.
"What did you say?" Legolas asked.
"Stop staring me down, Legolas. You treat me as a criminal." She said as she feigned angry and rolled onto her back.
"What were you going in the woods? How did you disappear?" Legolas countered. "When you answer my questions I will treat you as the innocent you claim to be."
"I was not in the woods and I did not disappear. I do not know of what dream you were having but I was here, sleeping." She pleaded.
"It was not a dream! Your tracks lead away from this place as clear as day!" Legolas cried in protest.
"Then show them to me, for surely here are no tracks and once you see that you will believe me." Honora challenged.
"Fine. On your feet, and when you see the tracks you will no longer be able to deny that you left this cave." He replied and stood up, offering his arm to her, for even though they were arguing, he would not act ungentlemanly.
She unwillingly took his arm and let him pull her to her feet and she purposely stumbled, as if by sleep, and fell against him, hoping to give her spell more time to complete. He held her steady, but he relished the touch of her and was reluctant to let go. She looking up into his eyes, knowing it was a low card to play, but she was desperate to stall for more time. And with luck she would not be forbidden much longer. They stared into each others eyes for a moment before Legolas brought his lips down upon hers.
She waited, counting off the seconds in her mind until her spell could be completed as they kissed. And as she waited he began to feel as though she was being drawn into it. As if she was drowning in an ocean. Suddenly Legolas pulled away and glared at her.
"You are not as good of a seductress as you are a liar." He said as he took her by the hand, leading her out of the cave. "See!" Legolas pointed at the ground but was shocked to find the tracks were gone.
"No, I'm sorry, Legolas, I do not see." She said sarcastically.
"They were here, Honora, I'm sure of it. What spells have you cast?" Legolas demanded at her mockery of him.
"I have cast no spells." Honora said soothingly.
"Like Hell you haven't!" Legolas growled. "Look," He pointed to where his tracks entered the cave from when they had first arrived. There was only one set of tracks. "Where have your tracks gone from entering the cave?"
"Perhaps I tread lighter than you." She suggested and feigned looking carefully in the dirt for her tracks.
"Quit lying to me, Honora!" Legolas pleaded.
"My business is my own, Legolas! You need not concern yourself with it." She snapped back at him and turned to go back to sleep. She stopped in mid-stride and turned to face him with a look of fear upon her face. "Uruk- Hai have passed the beacons. Grab your things. We have but a few minutes."
Legolas ran back inside the cave and picked up his bow, quiver, and twin long-knives. He threw his pack onto his back and quickly rolled up his bedroll. He returned and found Honora standing with the two horses ready for departure.
"Do we not fight?" He asked and mounted Arod, his horse.
"No, go on ahead, I will meet you as soon as I can." Honora ordered, already moving into the cave.
"I will not leave you to face battle alone." Legolas argued.
"You aren't. I am packing my things and then leaving myself." She said and quickly gathered her things. She ran back out and mounted Anarvende.
"Come! I can see them already! There are too many to hold off." Legolas cried and turned Arod in the opposite direction. They galloped away at a great pace when suddenly Honora turned and pulled out her dagger.
"What are you doing, Honora. You wish to slay them with a single dagger?" Legolas cried in worry. "They are hunting us! Come on!"
To his surprise Honora brought the blade of her dagger to her palm and viscously tore it across the skin, drawing her own blood. She watched without concern as more than fifty Uruk-Hai charged towards her.
"Go, Legolas! You must not see this!" Honora called as she looked back to him.
"Have you gone mad?" Legolas cried.
"Get out of here Legolas!"She screamed and held her injured hand out to her side. "If you do not leave now, you will be slain."
Legolas hesitated for a moment but noticed that now there was no trace of stubbornness in her expression. She was serious, and she was worried for his safety. "You will return?" He asked.
"If you leave now I will." She said angrily as she watched the blood gather on her palm.
Legolas reluctantly turned his back and galloped away. Honora watched as he went but turned back when she heard the Orcs approaching within bow range. She turned back and glared and the hideous mutation walking threateningly towards her.
"Tyavin qualme."(Taste death.)She said without emotion and turned her hand, letting the blood that had gathered in her hand fall to the ground. She turned Anarvende around and galloped away after Legolas, not even bothering to turn and watch the destruction that would ensue from the spilling of her blood.
Legolas stopped Arod when he heard the sound of hoofbeat's coming behind him. He watched as Anarvende came and stopped beside him, her rider sitting still in the saddle with her heard bowed.
"Honora?" Legolas asked with worry. He leapt from his horse when he saw that she had begun to lose her balance and caught her as she fell. "What's happened? Are you alright? Where do you feel pain?" He asked as he sunk to the ground with her in his arms.
"Just give me a moment, I'll be alright." She said in barely a whisper, falling into a deep sleep in his arms. Her moment, however, turned into much longer and Legolas sat there throughout the day, watching the sun shine on her pale face. He took her injured hand, which she had wrapped in the corner of her cloak, and bandaged it properly with a strip of his own cloak, and waited for her to wake.
He sighed a couple hours later and placed a loving kiss on her forehead, hoping it would gently wake her. A landscape of pure white flashed before his eyes when his lips touched her skin and the only definite thing he could see in that world was a being, standing proudly in the white.
At first, he had thought of his as a Dwarf, due to the brilliant white beard growing from his face. Then he began to notice the face behind the beard was not one of a Dwarf, but one of a Man, a tall king of Numenor. His ears were pointed and sloped like those of the Elves. He stood garbed in pure white robes of a Wizard and holding a Wizards staff. On his head was a crown of golden leaves so glorious that Elves, Men and Dwarves would all risk open warfare to possess it's beauty.
"The blood in her veins is of much higher standard than any being of Mirkwood, especially you. You turned and fled in cowardice, leaving her to fight alone. I will be dead before I will allow her to accept your love. She is better than you." The being said as he glared with scorn at him. "There is one I would allow her to love, it is not you."
Legolas paled as flashes of Honora's past came before his eyes. He saw her laughing happily with a Man similar to the looks of Aragorn, but with the same violet eyes as Honora, and with an Elf with long black hair, darker than even Arwen's, and black eyes that seemed to hold a darkness of their own. He realized that those must have been her brothers, the Man, Ulor, and the Elf, Kirok, before he had been corrupted and tortured. He had not, in the time he had known her, seen her as happy as she seemed to be then.
The visions faded and he was brought back to the world of white. "She is beyond your reach. Should you continue to court her, you will be severely punished."
Legolas blinked and was suddenly back in the forests of Ithilien with the sleeping form of his beloved laying in his arms. He realized then, that the being he has seen was right. How could he, a Prince of the Dark Realm of the Elves, a place where the forests were corrupt and filled with spiders and Orcs, ever have thought he would have been worthy of a being as beautiful as Honora? What had made him believe that she would have accepted his offer, had he ever chosen to voice it? Why should she accept a place like Mirkwood, when she could surely be in such places as Lothlorien and Rivendell?
"Man na raica, Legolas?" (What is wrong) He heard a small voice say. He looked down and saw Honora looking up at him with worrying eyes.
"Lanat na raica, Meldo" (Nothing is wrong, Friend) He replied gently.
She looked to him, puzzled by her newly adorned name and struggled to her feet. He stood up behind her and steadied her when she began to sway. She smiled slightly at his assistance and crawled up onto Anarvende's back. Legolas watched at her side, making sure she did not fall.
"Are you alright to ride?" He asked in concern.
"I am." She said calmly, working her injured hand into a fist and then stretching out the fingers again.
"Is your hand alright? Is it causing you pain?" Legolas asked, noticing the action.
"It is fine. I feel no pain." She said with a nod. "Mount Arod, Legolas. I will not fall."
Legolas nodded and reluctantly mounted his horse, never taking his eyes off of her. Once they continued upon their journey, Legolas stayed close to her side and with one hand upon her knee, ready to catch her as soon as she began to waver.
"It is not necessary, Legolas. I will not fall, and we must pick up our pace." Honora said after about ten minutes. Legolas watched her intently for a moment, looking for any sign of weakness in her posture, but found none. He nodded and retracted his hand. "Time flows at a fast pace and we must quicken ours."
Hey guys, I'm sorry about screwing up that and posting the same chapter twice. lol. I was hurrying and it was like 1 in the morning. Sorry!
To: Red Demon, Monoka, Natalya Brovinski, Kara J, and Maria thanks for all your reviews. I really appreciate it. And if anybody has links to shirtless Orlando Bloom pics they would be graciously accepted in your reviews. :D
Honora was a good liar, she had learned the art down to the finest point from Kirok before his turn to shadow had become open to discussion. It was not hard for her to lie, although she did not enjoy doing it. As she had told Frodo and Sam, Elves seldom lie, and she still considered herself an Elf.
She was lucky Legolas had not returned even so much as half a minute sooner for then she would have been caught red handed at the task of getting herself back into the state of reverie, or at least a good falsity of it. When she had returned and seen his bed empty she had at first panicked, thinking she had been caught by the Northern Prince. She had quickly calmed herself when she had heard his approaching footsteps and had closed her eyes halfway, hoping she had looked as though she had been resting for hours.
She could now feel the other Elves eyes boring into her back. She could tell he did not fully believe her and now she had to come up with a way to make him belive it was merely a dream that drove him to the woods in the middle of the night.
"Taure Ithilien nurta ilya tanna nya tarna." She whispered in a quiet spell.
"What did you say?" Legolas asked.
"Stop staring me down, Legolas. You treat me as a criminal." She said as she feigned angry and rolled onto her back.
"What were you going in the woods? How did you disappear?" Legolas countered. "When you answer my questions I will treat you as the innocent you claim to be."
"I was not in the woods and I did not disappear. I do not know of what dream you were having but I was here, sleeping." She pleaded.
"It was not a dream! Your tracks lead away from this place as clear as day!" Legolas cried in protest.
"Then show them to me, for surely here are no tracks and once you see that you will believe me." Honora challenged.
"Fine. On your feet, and when you see the tracks you will no longer be able to deny that you left this cave." He replied and stood up, offering his arm to her, for even though they were arguing, he would not act ungentlemanly.
She unwillingly took his arm and let him pull her to her feet and she purposely stumbled, as if by sleep, and fell against him, hoping to give her spell more time to complete. He held her steady, but he relished the touch of her and was reluctant to let go. She looking up into his eyes, knowing it was a low card to play, but she was desperate to stall for more time. And with luck she would not be forbidden much longer. They stared into each others eyes for a moment before Legolas brought his lips down upon hers.
She waited, counting off the seconds in her mind until her spell could be completed as they kissed. And as she waited he began to feel as though she was being drawn into it. As if she was drowning in an ocean. Suddenly Legolas pulled away and glared at her.
"You are not as good of a seductress as you are a liar." He said as he took her by the hand, leading her out of the cave. "See!" Legolas pointed at the ground but was shocked to find the tracks were gone.
"No, I'm sorry, Legolas, I do not see." She said sarcastically.
"They were here, Honora, I'm sure of it. What spells have you cast?" Legolas demanded at her mockery of him.
"I have cast no spells." Honora said soothingly.
"Like Hell you haven't!" Legolas growled. "Look," He pointed to where his tracks entered the cave from when they had first arrived. There was only one set of tracks. "Where have your tracks gone from entering the cave?"
"Perhaps I tread lighter than you." She suggested and feigned looking carefully in the dirt for her tracks.
"Quit lying to me, Honora!" Legolas pleaded.
"My business is my own, Legolas! You need not concern yourself with it." She snapped back at him and turned to go back to sleep. She stopped in mid-stride and turned to face him with a look of fear upon her face. "Uruk- Hai have passed the beacons. Grab your things. We have but a few minutes."
Legolas ran back inside the cave and picked up his bow, quiver, and twin long-knives. He threw his pack onto his back and quickly rolled up his bedroll. He returned and found Honora standing with the two horses ready for departure.
"Do we not fight?" He asked and mounted Arod, his horse.
"No, go on ahead, I will meet you as soon as I can." Honora ordered, already moving into the cave.
"I will not leave you to face battle alone." Legolas argued.
"You aren't. I am packing my things and then leaving myself." She said and quickly gathered her things. She ran back out and mounted Anarvende.
"Come! I can see them already! There are too many to hold off." Legolas cried and turned Arod in the opposite direction. They galloped away at a great pace when suddenly Honora turned and pulled out her dagger.
"What are you doing, Honora. You wish to slay them with a single dagger?" Legolas cried in worry. "They are hunting us! Come on!"
To his surprise Honora brought the blade of her dagger to her palm and viscously tore it across the skin, drawing her own blood. She watched without concern as more than fifty Uruk-Hai charged towards her.
"Go, Legolas! You must not see this!" Honora called as she looked back to him.
"Have you gone mad?" Legolas cried.
"Get out of here Legolas!"She screamed and held her injured hand out to her side. "If you do not leave now, you will be slain."
Legolas hesitated for a moment but noticed that now there was no trace of stubbornness in her expression. She was serious, and she was worried for his safety. "You will return?" He asked.
"If you leave now I will." She said angrily as she watched the blood gather on her palm.
Legolas reluctantly turned his back and galloped away. Honora watched as he went but turned back when she heard the Orcs approaching within bow range. She turned back and glared and the hideous mutation walking threateningly towards her.
"Tyavin qualme."(Taste death.)She said without emotion and turned her hand, letting the blood that had gathered in her hand fall to the ground. She turned Anarvende around and galloped away after Legolas, not even bothering to turn and watch the destruction that would ensue from the spilling of her blood.
Legolas stopped Arod when he heard the sound of hoofbeat's coming behind him. He watched as Anarvende came and stopped beside him, her rider sitting still in the saddle with her heard bowed.
"Honora?" Legolas asked with worry. He leapt from his horse when he saw that she had begun to lose her balance and caught her as she fell. "What's happened? Are you alright? Where do you feel pain?" He asked as he sunk to the ground with her in his arms.
"Just give me a moment, I'll be alright." She said in barely a whisper, falling into a deep sleep in his arms. Her moment, however, turned into much longer and Legolas sat there throughout the day, watching the sun shine on her pale face. He took her injured hand, which she had wrapped in the corner of her cloak, and bandaged it properly with a strip of his own cloak, and waited for her to wake.
He sighed a couple hours later and placed a loving kiss on her forehead, hoping it would gently wake her. A landscape of pure white flashed before his eyes when his lips touched her skin and the only definite thing he could see in that world was a being, standing proudly in the white.
At first, he had thought of his as a Dwarf, due to the brilliant white beard growing from his face. Then he began to notice the face behind the beard was not one of a Dwarf, but one of a Man, a tall king of Numenor. His ears were pointed and sloped like those of the Elves. He stood garbed in pure white robes of a Wizard and holding a Wizards staff. On his head was a crown of golden leaves so glorious that Elves, Men and Dwarves would all risk open warfare to possess it's beauty.
"The blood in her veins is of much higher standard than any being of Mirkwood, especially you. You turned and fled in cowardice, leaving her to fight alone. I will be dead before I will allow her to accept your love. She is better than you." The being said as he glared with scorn at him. "There is one I would allow her to love, it is not you."
Legolas paled as flashes of Honora's past came before his eyes. He saw her laughing happily with a Man similar to the looks of Aragorn, but with the same violet eyes as Honora, and with an Elf with long black hair, darker than even Arwen's, and black eyes that seemed to hold a darkness of their own. He realized that those must have been her brothers, the Man, Ulor, and the Elf, Kirok, before he had been corrupted and tortured. He had not, in the time he had known her, seen her as happy as she seemed to be then.
The visions faded and he was brought back to the world of white. "She is beyond your reach. Should you continue to court her, you will be severely punished."
Legolas blinked and was suddenly back in the forests of Ithilien with the sleeping form of his beloved laying in his arms. He realized then, that the being he has seen was right. How could he, a Prince of the Dark Realm of the Elves, a place where the forests were corrupt and filled with spiders and Orcs, ever have thought he would have been worthy of a being as beautiful as Honora? What had made him believe that she would have accepted his offer, had he ever chosen to voice it? Why should she accept a place like Mirkwood, when she could surely be in such places as Lothlorien and Rivendell?
"Man na raica, Legolas?" (What is wrong) He heard a small voice say. He looked down and saw Honora looking up at him with worrying eyes.
"Lanat na raica, Meldo" (Nothing is wrong, Friend) He replied gently.
She looked to him, puzzled by her newly adorned name and struggled to her feet. He stood up behind her and steadied her when she began to sway. She smiled slightly at his assistance and crawled up onto Anarvende's back. Legolas watched at her side, making sure she did not fall.
"Are you alright to ride?" He asked in concern.
"I am." She said calmly, working her injured hand into a fist and then stretching out the fingers again.
"Is your hand alright? Is it causing you pain?" Legolas asked, noticing the action.
"It is fine. I feel no pain." She said with a nod. "Mount Arod, Legolas. I will not fall."
Legolas nodded and reluctantly mounted his horse, never taking his eyes off of her. Once they continued upon their journey, Legolas stayed close to her side and with one hand upon her knee, ready to catch her as soon as she began to waver.
"It is not necessary, Legolas. I will not fall, and we must pick up our pace." Honora said after about ten minutes. Legolas watched her intently for a moment, looking for any sign of weakness in her posture, but found none. He nodded and retracted his hand. "Time flows at a fast pace and we must quicken ours."