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HOTTIE! lol.
AN: I just want to say sorry to all my readers for such a LONG wait for this chapter. Things have been hectic and now my computers pretty "f"ed up. So yeah. I'll try to update my next chapter sooner. ^_^
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Silverdust: Maybe she will, maybe she wont. Thanx for your review!
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Doyle: Thanx for your review. lol, and I'M not even sure I agree with the rape part. lol. It was late when I wrote that and was kinda depressed.
My Arwen: Ha ha ha ha! That's what you think. Little do you know that the entire story is finished but is waiting for final editing! . . . oops. Thanx for your review! ^_^
Cherryfizz: Yeah, that was kinda funny. Thanx for your review!
Elfaer: What other one? Other chapter or other story?
Ritch: Yes. They will all burn! BURN! BURN! . . . excuse me. lol. Thanx for the review and I hope you continue to read.
And now, on with the show!
Legolas watch as she continued to struggle against the restraining hold of the two healers. Did she really hate him so much, that she would wish him eternal torture in the halls of Mandos? He shuddered slightly and backed away out of the room. Her strength was fading, but he no longer wished to stand in the room where the daughter of Iluvatar had cursed him.
She may have fallen out of her fathers favor, but she still had that potent power within her. He looked down to his feet, as though making sure a portal to the Iron Prison had not opened up beneath him, then fled down the halls to his own chambers.
His breath came in short gasps as he collapsed down onto his bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He could still hear her screams, though, weather they were continuing or just burned into his mind he could not tell.
"Forgive me, Iluvatar. I did not mean such disrespect to her." He whispered, wishing now that he had not inherited his fathers temper. He received no reply to his apology and, many hours later, fell asleep, still clothed and laying on top of the covers.
His dreams were haunted with flames and chains of iron. At one moment he saw a Balrog, it's fiery whip crashing down around him, slicing into his skin, causing blood to seep through his clothes and drip from his fingers. His wrists and ankles bound harshly in hot iron, it's touch scorching his skin.
He cried out as the heat began to rise, sweat plastering his hair to his head as he struggled to get away from the beast above him, whose blistering assault was raining down upon him. He turned his head away to the left and the whip cracked down on his right shoulder and neck, drawing blood quickly from them. He opened his eyes, and thats when he saw them.
Honora was standing emotionlessly in a pure white gown beside the much taller figure of a man, he wore black robes and had black eyes and ebony hair. The flames around them reflected vividly in their eyes.
"Honora!" He cried, as the whip crashed down upon his back. "I didn't mean it!"
He awoke with a start at the sound of hurried shouts and running through the halls past his room. He quickly stood and looked down at the bed below him, blood stained the blankets. He ran to his mirror and tore off his shirt, but could find no wound upon his being to have caused the stains.
He slowly returned to his bed to check if the blood was wet, but when he looked down upon the cover, there was no blood to be seen. He looked at the shirt in his hands and found slashes torn in the cloth. He had not been dreaming when he had seen the blood, but had it been the cause of magic or divine anger?
He pulled on another shirt and grabbed his twin knives then hurried out of the room to find out what all the commotion was about. He had barely gone ten paces out of his door until he ran in to Evin, the healer that had been with Honora.
"What's happened?" Legolas demanded.
"She's gone missing! And a fire has started surrounding the palace! We're trapped inside!" Evin cried.
Legolas' face paled. May the Hell Fire swallow you and your realm whole, she had said. He had had his turn, now it was time for his realm. He turned from the healer and ran through the halls as fast as he could, reckless in his speed, knocking many people over.
He ran through the nearest gate to look upon the burning forest around him. The dark trees burned brightly against the pre-dawn sky. He turned around and around, but all he could see were flames ever onward. A roar sounded in the sky above him and he fearfully looked up.
A huge red dragon circled above the flame, on it's back he could see the figure of a person riding upon it's back. He knew who it was even before the dragon turned towards him and landed gracefully before him.
Honora sat coldly on the back of the evil beast, the flames surrounding them reflected brightly off her eyes as she glared at him. Her eyes reminded him so much of his dream that he shuddered.
"Lanat ana quet?" (Nothing to say) She asked coldly.
"Why are you doing this? What crime has my father and his people caused against you?" He asked, trying to stay brave in the face of the terrible dragon.
"Your father and his people have caused no harm against me, except for the hunters, which are as we speak going through a slow and horrible death. It's you I want, Legolas, no one else, but you hide behind these people like a shield. So now what you face, so shall your people." She answered.
"Then take me, Honora! Leave the rest out of this, they didn't say those cruel words to you, I did." He cried, the sounds of the burning woods growing louder around them.
The dragon lurched forward, Legolas getting snatched up in its huge claws as it leapt into the air. The dragon flew close to the flames as he left the ensnaring circle of flame to the dense dark forest beyond. The air grew rapidly cooler as they left the fires and began heading west.
A while later the dragon lowered down to ten feet above the ground and opened his claws. Legolas fell freely from the beasts grip and fell ungracefully onto the ground on his face. He moaned and rolled onto his back, looking up at the jewel studded underbelly of the dragon.
Honora leapt from the back of Uruloke, a dragon she had met in her travels long ago. The dragon blasted a stream of flame into the air then lifted up and flew away. She kicked Legolas in the side, urging him to get up.
He moaned and slowly got to his feet, as Honora had hoped, Uruloke's claws had gashed into him and he was bleeding heavily from a wound in his left side. He glared at her, his right hand straying to the wound to try to stop the bleeding.
"Why are you doing this Honora?" He asked again, his words barely a whisper.
"It is no worse than what I went through." She said angrily. "You think the torture you went through at the hands of the Varya was hard. It is child play compared to the pain I have endured."
"I don't understand, how is killing me going to rid you of that pain?" Legolas asked.
Honora reached inside her pocket and pulled out a golden disk with an orange gem centered in it. She tossed it to Legolas without a second glance at it. Legolas caught it and stared at it in shock. It was the pendant the Varya had put around his neck when his torture had begun.
"Put it on, Legolas. It contains your life force, it will cause you no harm. It will give you strength." She ordered him.
He eyed her warily, wondering why she would give him an item that would bring him strength. He put it on reluctantly when she glared at him, not wanting her to call the dragon upon him once more.
He took a deep breath as the gem began to glow a brilliant orange as bright as the flames he could still see in the distance. He felt strength flow into him and he watched as he grew much taller than her. His wounds healed and his muscles felt a power that had not been used since his journey home from Gondor. His senses were heightened so much more, he could actually hear the frantic voices of the people in his fathers palace.
She closed her eyes as she loomed up above her. Finally, she thought, this will be over now. Her hands shook a little and she pressed them to the sides of her legs to help to stop it. Then she opened her eyes and looked upon Legolas, wise and tall as the Varya at ten feet now and he had the strength of the Valar.
"Do it." She ordered him.
"Do what?" He asked cautiously.
"Draw your blades and run me through." She explained.
"What?" He exclaimed.
"Just do it already! I have had enough of this life." She said angrily her lip quivering as she tried to restrain her tears.
Legolas drew his blades slowly, watching as the light of the gem around his neck gleamed off their silver surfaces. He looked down into Honora's violet eyes, staring proudly back at him.
He took a deep breath and, closing his eyes and remembering all their time together, tossed his bladed to the ground. He tore the pendant from his throat, casting it to the ground next to his blades and knelt beside her, shrinking back to his own size.
"What are you doing?" She demanded.
"You always said I was slightly lacking in mind." He whispered, tears falling from his eyes.
"You fool!" She cried, falling to her knees beside him, her own silvery tears sliding down her cheeks, hope gone at her chance to escape.
"Honora, I love you. I forever will." He whispered. "I will not do it. I will not murder you. Be mine. Marry me." He drew her small shivering form into his arms and held her close.
AN: I just want to say sorry to all my readers for such a LONG wait for this chapter. Things have been hectic and now my computers pretty "f"ed up. So yeah. I'll try to update my next chapter sooner. ^_^
Reviews:
Silverdust: Maybe she will, maybe she wont. Thanx for your review!
Icy878: yay, i got someone speachless! heh. another one bites the dust. lol. jk. thanx for your wonderful reveiw.
Doyle: Thanx for your review. lol, and I'M not even sure I agree with the rape part. lol. It was late when I wrote that and was kinda depressed.
My Arwen: Ha ha ha ha! That's what you think. Little do you know that the entire story is finished but is waiting for final editing! . . . oops. Thanx for your review! ^_^
Cherryfizz: Yeah, that was kinda funny. Thanx for your review!
Elfaer: What other one? Other chapter or other story?
Ritch: Yes. They will all burn! BURN! BURN! . . . excuse me. lol. Thanx for the review and I hope you continue to read.
And now, on with the show!
Legolas watch as she continued to struggle against the restraining hold of the two healers. Did she really hate him so much, that she would wish him eternal torture in the halls of Mandos? He shuddered slightly and backed away out of the room. Her strength was fading, but he no longer wished to stand in the room where the daughter of Iluvatar had cursed him.
She may have fallen out of her fathers favor, but she still had that potent power within her. He looked down to his feet, as though making sure a portal to the Iron Prison had not opened up beneath him, then fled down the halls to his own chambers.
His breath came in short gasps as he collapsed down onto his bed, his heart pounding in his chest. He could still hear her screams, though, weather they were continuing or just burned into his mind he could not tell.
"Forgive me, Iluvatar. I did not mean such disrespect to her." He whispered, wishing now that he had not inherited his fathers temper. He received no reply to his apology and, many hours later, fell asleep, still clothed and laying on top of the covers.
His dreams were haunted with flames and chains of iron. At one moment he saw a Balrog, it's fiery whip crashing down around him, slicing into his skin, causing blood to seep through his clothes and drip from his fingers. His wrists and ankles bound harshly in hot iron, it's touch scorching his skin.
He cried out as the heat began to rise, sweat plastering his hair to his head as he struggled to get away from the beast above him, whose blistering assault was raining down upon him. He turned his head away to the left and the whip cracked down on his right shoulder and neck, drawing blood quickly from them. He opened his eyes, and thats when he saw them.
Honora was standing emotionlessly in a pure white gown beside the much taller figure of a man, he wore black robes and had black eyes and ebony hair. The flames around them reflected vividly in their eyes.
"Honora!" He cried, as the whip crashed down upon his back. "I didn't mean it!"
He awoke with a start at the sound of hurried shouts and running through the halls past his room. He quickly stood and looked down at the bed below him, blood stained the blankets. He ran to his mirror and tore off his shirt, but could find no wound upon his being to have caused the stains.
He slowly returned to his bed to check if the blood was wet, but when he looked down upon the cover, there was no blood to be seen. He looked at the shirt in his hands and found slashes torn in the cloth. He had not been dreaming when he had seen the blood, but had it been the cause of magic or divine anger?
He pulled on another shirt and grabbed his twin knives then hurried out of the room to find out what all the commotion was about. He had barely gone ten paces out of his door until he ran in to Evin, the healer that had been with Honora.
"What's happened?" Legolas demanded.
"She's gone missing! And a fire has started surrounding the palace! We're trapped inside!" Evin cried.
Legolas' face paled. May the Hell Fire swallow you and your realm whole, she had said. He had had his turn, now it was time for his realm. He turned from the healer and ran through the halls as fast as he could, reckless in his speed, knocking many people over.
He ran through the nearest gate to look upon the burning forest around him. The dark trees burned brightly against the pre-dawn sky. He turned around and around, but all he could see were flames ever onward. A roar sounded in the sky above him and he fearfully looked up.
A huge red dragon circled above the flame, on it's back he could see the figure of a person riding upon it's back. He knew who it was even before the dragon turned towards him and landed gracefully before him.
Honora sat coldly on the back of the evil beast, the flames surrounding them reflected brightly off her eyes as she glared at him. Her eyes reminded him so much of his dream that he shuddered.
"Lanat ana quet?" (Nothing to say) She asked coldly.
"Why are you doing this? What crime has my father and his people caused against you?" He asked, trying to stay brave in the face of the terrible dragon.
"Your father and his people have caused no harm against me, except for the hunters, which are as we speak going through a slow and horrible death. It's you I want, Legolas, no one else, but you hide behind these people like a shield. So now what you face, so shall your people." She answered.
"Then take me, Honora! Leave the rest out of this, they didn't say those cruel words to you, I did." He cried, the sounds of the burning woods growing louder around them.
The dragon lurched forward, Legolas getting snatched up in its huge claws as it leapt into the air. The dragon flew close to the flames as he left the ensnaring circle of flame to the dense dark forest beyond. The air grew rapidly cooler as they left the fires and began heading west.
A while later the dragon lowered down to ten feet above the ground and opened his claws. Legolas fell freely from the beasts grip and fell ungracefully onto the ground on his face. He moaned and rolled onto his back, looking up at the jewel studded underbelly of the dragon.
Honora leapt from the back of Uruloke, a dragon she had met in her travels long ago. The dragon blasted a stream of flame into the air then lifted up and flew away. She kicked Legolas in the side, urging him to get up.
He moaned and slowly got to his feet, as Honora had hoped, Uruloke's claws had gashed into him and he was bleeding heavily from a wound in his left side. He glared at her, his right hand straying to the wound to try to stop the bleeding.
"Why are you doing this Honora?" He asked again, his words barely a whisper.
"It is no worse than what I went through." She said angrily. "You think the torture you went through at the hands of the Varya was hard. It is child play compared to the pain I have endured."
"I don't understand, how is killing me going to rid you of that pain?" Legolas asked.
Honora reached inside her pocket and pulled out a golden disk with an orange gem centered in it. She tossed it to Legolas without a second glance at it. Legolas caught it and stared at it in shock. It was the pendant the Varya had put around his neck when his torture had begun.
"Put it on, Legolas. It contains your life force, it will cause you no harm. It will give you strength." She ordered him.
He eyed her warily, wondering why she would give him an item that would bring him strength. He put it on reluctantly when she glared at him, not wanting her to call the dragon upon him once more.
He took a deep breath as the gem began to glow a brilliant orange as bright as the flames he could still see in the distance. He felt strength flow into him and he watched as he grew much taller than her. His wounds healed and his muscles felt a power that had not been used since his journey home from Gondor. His senses were heightened so much more, he could actually hear the frantic voices of the people in his fathers palace.
She closed her eyes as she loomed up above her. Finally, she thought, this will be over now. Her hands shook a little and she pressed them to the sides of her legs to help to stop it. Then she opened her eyes and looked upon Legolas, wise and tall as the Varya at ten feet now and he had the strength of the Valar.
"Do it." She ordered him.
"Do what?" He asked cautiously.
"Draw your blades and run me through." She explained.
"What?" He exclaimed.
"Just do it already! I have had enough of this life." She said angrily her lip quivering as she tried to restrain her tears.
Legolas drew his blades slowly, watching as the light of the gem around his neck gleamed off their silver surfaces. He looked down into Honora's violet eyes, staring proudly back at him.
He took a deep breath and, closing his eyes and remembering all their time together, tossed his bladed to the ground. He tore the pendant from his throat, casting it to the ground next to his blades and knelt beside her, shrinking back to his own size.
"What are you doing?" She demanded.
"You always said I was slightly lacking in mind." He whispered, tears falling from his eyes.
"You fool!" She cried, falling to her knees beside him, her own silvery tears sliding down her cheeks, hope gone at her chance to escape.
"Honora, I love you. I forever will." He whispered. "I will not do it. I will not murder you. Be mine. Marry me." He drew her small shivering form into his arms and held her close.