CHAPTER 11 - Trapped
Thellind lying on his large bed staring at the ceiling almost out of his mind with worry. It was almost dawn and there had been no sign of either Nilwethion or Elrohir. The again, he was locked in his room as punishment for 'spying' blocked out from the rest of the world. After being dragged back to the palace by his naneth, his father had given him a very stern reprimand using volumes his sensitive ears were very uncomfortable with, then given a tongue lashing by Silnan as he was marched to his room. At least his brothers had not said anything, though Calensil had glared at him for being caught and Oroweth, Astaler and Nuryávië had rolled their eyes at him for being so careless. He groaned and rolled over. Unfortunately, he had already been lying on the bed. He fell off the edge with a dull thud as he landed on the floor.
A snigger came from the window, accompanied by another. He looked up dully and then grinned as he saw his little brother clambering through his window followed by Elladan. Soon all his brothers were there, silently assembling themselves.
"Where is Calensil?" asked the prince when it was clear there were no others coming.
"Fast asleep. The Valar could not wake her," replied Astaler with a smile, "She was so sweet I could not bring myself to wake her,"
"Ssh!" hissed Thellind, "Naneth was so angry she commanded Silnan to post two guards outside the door and below the window,"
"We did not notice them,"
"We climbed down from your room, my brother," whispered Legolas with a smirk. Astaler also grinned. It was indeed an advantage, having your parents think that you would never dream of breaking rules.
"We brought you something to eat," said Oroweth, throwing a small bag at Thellind. The prince caught it and sat down in his window seat. The bag contained a bread roll, an apple and a fruit pasty that was still warm. He gratefully sunk his teeth in to the bread, muttering thanks.
"How did you get out?" Thellind asked Elladan curiously. The elf of Imladris was, as always, sitting on a desk. His legs were swinging gently. His eyes seemed to be not completely focused and he did not answer.
"Elladan?"
The use of his name brought the elf back and he shook himself.
"Legolas came to help me climb up the ivy outside my window in to his room. Everybody else believes me to be Elrohir."
Thellind nodded. It sounded very much like something Legolas would do.
"I doubt you are here on a passing visit," he said, swallowing the last of the bread roll.
Oroweth raised an eyebrow, "We love you too," he said.
"Sarcasm Oroweth? You have been spending far too much time around our father and Silnan," smiled Legolas from where he now lounged on the bed. Oroweth glared at his youngest brother.
"Actually we were here because of Nilwethion and Elrohir," piped up Nuryávië.
"Is there any news of them?" questioned Thellind eagerly, fruit pasty instantly forgotten. The prince had been itching all night to hear from them, but as yet had heard nothing. Something in his gut had told him that something was wrong, but he had done his level best to ignore it. A cloud crossed his brother's face.
"Actually, we were hoping you could tell us," he said, "Elladan thinks there is something wrong,"
"I know there is something wrong," moaned Elladan, mindlessly curling a lock of hair through his fingers, "I do not think it, I know it!"
"Keep it down," muttered Thellind, "Remember the guards,"
All eyes flickered towards either the door or the window.
"We are going to go in to the forest to find them," whispered Oroweth, "Will you come?"
"Of course I will . . . what about Elladan?"
They looked again at their friend. His eyes and unfocused again and he was staring in to space. It unnerved the princes who looked away quickly.
"Well? What of him? He is coming," whispered Astaler
"Yes, though he has no weapons. Remember the dare?"
Oroweth swore quietly and hit a cushion. His brothers stared at him in surprise.
"Where on did you learn that?" hissed Legolas. Oroweth shrugged.
"It does not matter. Elladan will have to risk it or loose the dare. We need him to be able to find the others. He seems to know exactly where his twin is and we have no notion of where either of them is. Come, it seems to me that the sky is getting lighter,"
The six elves stood up and silently moved to the window. Thellind looked out. The two guards placed there much earlier in the night where still standing there. He turned and looked at the others. As if practised hundreds of times, which it probably was, Legolas slipped over the windowsill silently and climbed down the ivy that clung to the walls. Creeping up behind them he silently and efficiently knocked the two elves out. He signalled to the others who climbed down the ivy after him.
Like shadows, the six young elves slipped off in to the night in single file, their hearts pounding as each of them realised that the elf they were following had no knowledge of the forest of Mirkwood.
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King Thranduil sat in his throne pondering the happenings of the previous night. Had he perhaps been a little too harsh on his son? Was it fair to sentence him to being locked in his room, guarded heavily until further notice? It had seemed right at the time, but then so did many other things. He idly took a sip of wine as Lord Elrond walked in. The greeted each other with a bow.
"Lord Elrond, even though we have barely known each other a few days, I have come to trust your judgement well. Was I too hard on my son last night?" the worried king looked at his friend, who sat there pondering.
"I believe, King Thranduil, that you ought to go and talk to him now. Perhaps they had good reason to be following their mothers. At least we know that our sons have bonded well. I feared at first that they would not,"
The king sighed and nodded. He pushed his crown of leaves and berries back on to his head as it threatened to fall off. He pushed himself up, and walked off to his sons' bedroom, red robed swishing behind him, glinting in the light. Elrond sat there staring at nothing in particular. Perhaps he too had been to harsh in dealing out punishment to Elladan.
That was when it hit him. He had only punished Elladan. Elrohir was nowhere to be seen. The two were never apart from each other, even for a few seconds.
"Celebrian!" he called, suddenly worried, "Celebrian!"
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Thranduil hummed to himself happily as he walked along a corridor. He nodded to the guards outside Thellind's room and dismissed them. They bowed low and marched off to other duties, then opened the prince's door. He would forgive the listen carefully to the boy, as a father should, and then he would let him go back to training, or whatever it was Thellind did these days when not getting in to trouble. He made a mental note to find out.
"Thellind, we need to talk," he began, scanning the room. There was no sign of Thellind. Thranduil narrowed his eyes and looked again.
The bed was not slept in and a small bag lay on the window seat, crumbs scattered around it and an apple core peeking out of it.
Instantly his good mood was gone. He strode over to the window and looked out of it. Below him two guards lay, seemingly asleep, curled up next to each other. They were behind a bush where they would not be seen by passers by, but could be spotted easily from the window. He turned around and strode across the floor again, his face going red as he bellowed, "THELLIND!"
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Prince Thellind, however, was unable to hear his parent screaming angrily about what was going to happen when he got his hands on his delinquent son. He was too busy staying alive.
Elladan had led them to the spiders' den without getting lost. He had said something about always knowing where his twin was. A special bond, were the exact words. Thellind gulped as he looked at the two bundles dangling from a tree, covered in spider webs. They were clearly Nilwethion and Elrohir. Who else could the long, thin shapes be?
From where he stood in the trees, Legolas could see blood dripping from one of the bundles, and hoped desperately that the wound, whatever it was, was not fatal. If the blood was managing to seep through the thick, sticky webs then there must indeed be a lot of blood. Too much for one elf alone to loose. The young prince winced and gripped his sword nervously. He glanced at Oroweth.
"Oroweth," he whispered, so quietly that only the elves could hear him. Oroweth turned to him.
"We have to get Elladan out of here. He will hardly last a second with no weapon,"
Oroweth nodded grimly.
"Take him to our glade and wait for us there. Whatever happens you must stay there. STAY there!"
"But . . ."
"Do not make me hurt you little brother," whispered Oroweth, glaring. Legolas nodded his head once in submission and silently disappeared in to the undergrowth, Elladan trailing miserably after him. The lonely twin did not want to let his brother out of his sight again, now that he had been found.
Oroweth looked to his three brothers nervously.
"We need a diversion," he said, keeping his voice low so as not to bring attention to them, "Nuryávië, I want you to be a decoy. Throw stones at them. Shout at them. Draw them away from their den. Get us as much time as you can without getting yourself captured. Astaler, Thellind, follow me. We will meet in our glade as soon as can. Once you have got to the glade do not leave it until we are all there. Understand?"
His brothers nodded and Oroweth hoped that they could not see how nervous he was in the blackness. Nuryávië walked out of the bushes to the edge of the den and whistled loudly.
"Attercop!" he yelled loudly, "Attercop!"
He bent down, picked up a stone and threw it at one of the spiders, making it fall ungracefully out of its tree. The beast got up angrily and snarled at the prince, foam coming from its mouth. Other spiders lowered themselves from their trees on their thread and clattered down the branches. Nuryávië threw another stone and then danced off. The spiders' leapt after him, howling and spitting angrily. The other three waited until no spiders were left in the clearing before climbing swiftly up the tree where the two bundles hung.
They drew the two limp bundles up on to the branch and slit them open with their sharp daggers, revealing two corpse like elves. In the half-light of the trees, the two elves seemed to be the wrong colour and their veins stood out on their skin like a crow in the middle of doves. Nilwethion's wound seemed not to be bleeding much, but there was still a steady drip. Without stopping for a second, the three conscious elves carried their prizes away in to the woods.
They stopped only briefly to tie a ripped strip of fabric from one of their cloaks to Nilwethion's ankle to stop the blood from flowing. If they did not, the spiders would have an easy trail to follow.
Travelling as quickly as they could, the three princes emerged in their glade, greeted eagerly by Legolas and Elladan. In the light of the glade, for the branches had thinned out so that the sun could peep through, the two limp bodies looked worse. They were both, indeed, powder blue, their blood disfigured by the poison. Their veins were even darker than they had seemed, creating a network over dark blue lines patterning their skin like tattoos. Elrohir's hair seemed to have become more of a dark grey than black and Nilwethion's seemed more like white than its usual golden brown. Nilwethion was covered in his own blood and splashes and flecks of the stuff decorated Elrohir. The pair seemed not to be breathing.
"Ai Valar, please help us," whispered Legolas.
Upon seeing his brother, Elladan let out a cry and grasped him from Astaler, who had been carrying him. Kneeling on the ground, the Imladris elf began sobbing brokenly, holding Elrohir in his arms and picking away strands of the sticky web.
"We must get them back to the halls," muttered Astaler to Oroweth, "We do not know what they have suffered, or how long they have to live,"
"We must wait for Nuryávië," came the reply, "We made a promise and we do not know what danger he is in, being chased by the spiders,"
Thellind gently put Nilwethion on the ground and Legolas held his dagger over the princes' mouth and nose. Condensation appeared on the bright surface, relieving Legolas and his brothers.
"Well at least he is alive," muttered the prince. He repeated the trick with Elrohir and confirmed the same thing.
"They both live, but for how long I cannot be sure," he said, "If only Nuryávië would hurry," he looked in to the dark void of the forest helplessly.
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King Thranduil was in a fuming rage. He had ordered the whole palace to be searched for Thellind, but no trace of him could be found save the two unconscious guards who had at last woken up groggily. The angry king was pacing up and down muttering darkly to himself, concocting punishments suitable for 'such a disobedient, wild, ruffian child'. The queen was sitting with Celebrian on the edge of tears. Captain Silnan entered and bowed to the king.
"Your majesties?" he ventured. The king stopped pacing and looked up as the queen dragged her handkerchief away from her eyes.
"My guards have searched your halls as thoroughly as possible and not a trace can be found of any of your sons,"
"What? None of them? Not even the sensible ones?" bellowed the king. Silnan blanched.
"No sir, not even the sensible ones,"
"Well find them!" he howled, "Comb the forest if you must!"
He began pacing again, and then seemed to come to a decision.
"Silnan, where is my sword?" he demanded, "I will find them myself!"
With that the angry monarch marched out of the room, still listing his dark threats. The queen gave her friend a look and burst in to tears again, burying her face in her lacy handkerchief. Calensil crawled on to her mothers lap and wrapped her arms around her neck. She turned to Elrond, standing close by, unsure of what to do or how to react. Calensil looked at him, her large eyes shinning with tears.
"This is what ada is like when he is angry,"
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At last, after what seemed like eternity, prince Nuryávië ran in to the clearing out of breath. He paused for a moment gasping in air, leaning against a tree.
"I came as soon as I could," he managed at last, "Come, we must get back,"
Oroweth picked up Nilwethion who had still not come around and Elladan helped up Elrohir who had at last come around, though was unable to focus on anything or stand up on his own. They had only gone a few steps when a low, guttural voice behind Legolas snarled; "You ain't goin' anywhere,"
The elf turned around to see a long black arrow pointed between his eyes.
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A/N: Hmm, I seem to be good at cliffies at the moment. **Evil snigger** so, yeah, yet another chapter where everything is going wrong. Looking on the bright side, at least they're all together and at least they're all alive at the moment.
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Thellind lying on his large bed staring at the ceiling almost out of his mind with worry. It was almost dawn and there had been no sign of either Nilwethion or Elrohir. The again, he was locked in his room as punishment for 'spying' blocked out from the rest of the world. After being dragged back to the palace by his naneth, his father had given him a very stern reprimand using volumes his sensitive ears were very uncomfortable with, then given a tongue lashing by Silnan as he was marched to his room. At least his brothers had not said anything, though Calensil had glared at him for being caught and Oroweth, Astaler and Nuryávië had rolled their eyes at him for being so careless. He groaned and rolled over. Unfortunately, he had already been lying on the bed. He fell off the edge with a dull thud as he landed on the floor.
A snigger came from the window, accompanied by another. He looked up dully and then grinned as he saw his little brother clambering through his window followed by Elladan. Soon all his brothers were there, silently assembling themselves.
"Where is Calensil?" asked the prince when it was clear there were no others coming.
"Fast asleep. The Valar could not wake her," replied Astaler with a smile, "She was so sweet I could not bring myself to wake her,"
"Ssh!" hissed Thellind, "Naneth was so angry she commanded Silnan to post two guards outside the door and below the window,"
"We did not notice them,"
"We climbed down from your room, my brother," whispered Legolas with a smirk. Astaler also grinned. It was indeed an advantage, having your parents think that you would never dream of breaking rules.
"We brought you something to eat," said Oroweth, throwing a small bag at Thellind. The prince caught it and sat down in his window seat. The bag contained a bread roll, an apple and a fruit pasty that was still warm. He gratefully sunk his teeth in to the bread, muttering thanks.
"How did you get out?" Thellind asked Elladan curiously. The elf of Imladris was, as always, sitting on a desk. His legs were swinging gently. His eyes seemed to be not completely focused and he did not answer.
"Elladan?"
The use of his name brought the elf back and he shook himself.
"Legolas came to help me climb up the ivy outside my window in to his room. Everybody else believes me to be Elrohir."
Thellind nodded. It sounded very much like something Legolas would do.
"I doubt you are here on a passing visit," he said, swallowing the last of the bread roll.
Oroweth raised an eyebrow, "We love you too," he said.
"Sarcasm Oroweth? You have been spending far too much time around our father and Silnan," smiled Legolas from where he now lounged on the bed. Oroweth glared at his youngest brother.
"Actually we were here because of Nilwethion and Elrohir," piped up Nuryávië.
"Is there any news of them?" questioned Thellind eagerly, fruit pasty instantly forgotten. The prince had been itching all night to hear from them, but as yet had heard nothing. Something in his gut had told him that something was wrong, but he had done his level best to ignore it. A cloud crossed his brother's face.
"Actually, we were hoping you could tell us," he said, "Elladan thinks there is something wrong,"
"I know there is something wrong," moaned Elladan, mindlessly curling a lock of hair through his fingers, "I do not think it, I know it!"
"Keep it down," muttered Thellind, "Remember the guards,"
All eyes flickered towards either the door or the window.
"We are going to go in to the forest to find them," whispered Oroweth, "Will you come?"
"Of course I will . . . what about Elladan?"
They looked again at their friend. His eyes and unfocused again and he was staring in to space. It unnerved the princes who looked away quickly.
"Well? What of him? He is coming," whispered Astaler
"Yes, though he has no weapons. Remember the dare?"
Oroweth swore quietly and hit a cushion. His brothers stared at him in surprise.
"Where on did you learn that?" hissed Legolas. Oroweth shrugged.
"It does not matter. Elladan will have to risk it or loose the dare. We need him to be able to find the others. He seems to know exactly where his twin is and we have no notion of where either of them is. Come, it seems to me that the sky is getting lighter,"
The six elves stood up and silently moved to the window. Thellind looked out. The two guards placed there much earlier in the night where still standing there. He turned and looked at the others. As if practised hundreds of times, which it probably was, Legolas slipped over the windowsill silently and climbed down the ivy that clung to the walls. Creeping up behind them he silently and efficiently knocked the two elves out. He signalled to the others who climbed down the ivy after him.
Like shadows, the six young elves slipped off in to the night in single file, their hearts pounding as each of them realised that the elf they were following had no knowledge of the forest of Mirkwood.
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King Thranduil sat in his throne pondering the happenings of the previous night. Had he perhaps been a little too harsh on his son? Was it fair to sentence him to being locked in his room, guarded heavily until further notice? It had seemed right at the time, but then so did many other things. He idly took a sip of wine as Lord Elrond walked in. The greeted each other with a bow.
"Lord Elrond, even though we have barely known each other a few days, I have come to trust your judgement well. Was I too hard on my son last night?" the worried king looked at his friend, who sat there pondering.
"I believe, King Thranduil, that you ought to go and talk to him now. Perhaps they had good reason to be following their mothers. At least we know that our sons have bonded well. I feared at first that they would not,"
The king sighed and nodded. He pushed his crown of leaves and berries back on to his head as it threatened to fall off. He pushed himself up, and walked off to his sons' bedroom, red robed swishing behind him, glinting in the light. Elrond sat there staring at nothing in particular. Perhaps he too had been to harsh in dealing out punishment to Elladan.
That was when it hit him. He had only punished Elladan. Elrohir was nowhere to be seen. The two were never apart from each other, even for a few seconds.
"Celebrian!" he called, suddenly worried, "Celebrian!"
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Thranduil hummed to himself happily as he walked along a corridor. He nodded to the guards outside Thellind's room and dismissed them. They bowed low and marched off to other duties, then opened the prince's door. He would forgive the listen carefully to the boy, as a father should, and then he would let him go back to training, or whatever it was Thellind did these days when not getting in to trouble. He made a mental note to find out.
"Thellind, we need to talk," he began, scanning the room. There was no sign of Thellind. Thranduil narrowed his eyes and looked again.
The bed was not slept in and a small bag lay on the window seat, crumbs scattered around it and an apple core peeking out of it.
Instantly his good mood was gone. He strode over to the window and looked out of it. Below him two guards lay, seemingly asleep, curled up next to each other. They were behind a bush where they would not be seen by passers by, but could be spotted easily from the window. He turned around and strode across the floor again, his face going red as he bellowed, "THELLIND!"
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Prince Thellind, however, was unable to hear his parent screaming angrily about what was going to happen when he got his hands on his delinquent son. He was too busy staying alive.
Elladan had led them to the spiders' den without getting lost. He had said something about always knowing where his twin was. A special bond, were the exact words. Thellind gulped as he looked at the two bundles dangling from a tree, covered in spider webs. They were clearly Nilwethion and Elrohir. Who else could the long, thin shapes be?
From where he stood in the trees, Legolas could see blood dripping from one of the bundles, and hoped desperately that the wound, whatever it was, was not fatal. If the blood was managing to seep through the thick, sticky webs then there must indeed be a lot of blood. Too much for one elf alone to loose. The young prince winced and gripped his sword nervously. He glanced at Oroweth.
"Oroweth," he whispered, so quietly that only the elves could hear him. Oroweth turned to him.
"We have to get Elladan out of here. He will hardly last a second with no weapon,"
Oroweth nodded grimly.
"Take him to our glade and wait for us there. Whatever happens you must stay there. STAY there!"
"But . . ."
"Do not make me hurt you little brother," whispered Oroweth, glaring. Legolas nodded his head once in submission and silently disappeared in to the undergrowth, Elladan trailing miserably after him. The lonely twin did not want to let his brother out of his sight again, now that he had been found.
Oroweth looked to his three brothers nervously.
"We need a diversion," he said, keeping his voice low so as not to bring attention to them, "Nuryávië, I want you to be a decoy. Throw stones at them. Shout at them. Draw them away from their den. Get us as much time as you can without getting yourself captured. Astaler, Thellind, follow me. We will meet in our glade as soon as can. Once you have got to the glade do not leave it until we are all there. Understand?"
His brothers nodded and Oroweth hoped that they could not see how nervous he was in the blackness. Nuryávië walked out of the bushes to the edge of the den and whistled loudly.
"Attercop!" he yelled loudly, "Attercop!"
He bent down, picked up a stone and threw it at one of the spiders, making it fall ungracefully out of its tree. The beast got up angrily and snarled at the prince, foam coming from its mouth. Other spiders lowered themselves from their trees on their thread and clattered down the branches. Nuryávië threw another stone and then danced off. The spiders' leapt after him, howling and spitting angrily. The other three waited until no spiders were left in the clearing before climbing swiftly up the tree where the two bundles hung.
They drew the two limp bundles up on to the branch and slit them open with their sharp daggers, revealing two corpse like elves. In the half-light of the trees, the two elves seemed to be the wrong colour and their veins stood out on their skin like a crow in the middle of doves. Nilwethion's wound seemed not to be bleeding much, but there was still a steady drip. Without stopping for a second, the three conscious elves carried their prizes away in to the woods.
They stopped only briefly to tie a ripped strip of fabric from one of their cloaks to Nilwethion's ankle to stop the blood from flowing. If they did not, the spiders would have an easy trail to follow.
Travelling as quickly as they could, the three princes emerged in their glade, greeted eagerly by Legolas and Elladan. In the light of the glade, for the branches had thinned out so that the sun could peep through, the two limp bodies looked worse. They were both, indeed, powder blue, their blood disfigured by the poison. Their veins were even darker than they had seemed, creating a network over dark blue lines patterning their skin like tattoos. Elrohir's hair seemed to have become more of a dark grey than black and Nilwethion's seemed more like white than its usual golden brown. Nilwethion was covered in his own blood and splashes and flecks of the stuff decorated Elrohir. The pair seemed not to be breathing.
"Ai Valar, please help us," whispered Legolas.
Upon seeing his brother, Elladan let out a cry and grasped him from Astaler, who had been carrying him. Kneeling on the ground, the Imladris elf began sobbing brokenly, holding Elrohir in his arms and picking away strands of the sticky web.
"We must get them back to the halls," muttered Astaler to Oroweth, "We do not know what they have suffered, or how long they have to live,"
"We must wait for Nuryávië," came the reply, "We made a promise and we do not know what danger he is in, being chased by the spiders,"
Thellind gently put Nilwethion on the ground and Legolas held his dagger over the princes' mouth and nose. Condensation appeared on the bright surface, relieving Legolas and his brothers.
"Well at least he is alive," muttered the prince. He repeated the trick with Elrohir and confirmed the same thing.
"They both live, but for how long I cannot be sure," he said, "If only Nuryávië would hurry," he looked in to the dark void of the forest helplessly.
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King Thranduil was in a fuming rage. He had ordered the whole palace to be searched for Thellind, but no trace of him could be found save the two unconscious guards who had at last woken up groggily. The angry king was pacing up and down muttering darkly to himself, concocting punishments suitable for 'such a disobedient, wild, ruffian child'. The queen was sitting with Celebrian on the edge of tears. Captain Silnan entered and bowed to the king.
"Your majesties?" he ventured. The king stopped pacing and looked up as the queen dragged her handkerchief away from her eyes.
"My guards have searched your halls as thoroughly as possible and not a trace can be found of any of your sons,"
"What? None of them? Not even the sensible ones?" bellowed the king. Silnan blanched.
"No sir, not even the sensible ones,"
"Well find them!" he howled, "Comb the forest if you must!"
He began pacing again, and then seemed to come to a decision.
"Silnan, where is my sword?" he demanded, "I will find them myself!"
With that the angry monarch marched out of the room, still listing his dark threats. The queen gave her friend a look and burst in to tears again, burying her face in her lacy handkerchief. Calensil crawled on to her mothers lap and wrapped her arms around her neck. She turned to Elrond, standing close by, unsure of what to do or how to react. Calensil looked at him, her large eyes shinning with tears.
"This is what ada is like when he is angry,"
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At last, after what seemed like eternity, prince Nuryávië ran in to the clearing out of breath. He paused for a moment gasping in air, leaning against a tree.
"I came as soon as I could," he managed at last, "Come, we must get back,"
Oroweth picked up Nilwethion who had still not come around and Elladan helped up Elrohir who had at last come around, though was unable to focus on anything or stand up on his own. They had only gone a few steps when a low, guttural voice behind Legolas snarled; "You ain't goin' anywhere,"
The elf turned around to see a long black arrow pointed between his eyes.
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A/N: Hmm, I seem to be good at cliffies at the moment. **Evil snigger** so, yeah, yet another chapter where everything is going wrong. Looking on the bright side, at least they're all together and at least they're all alive at the moment.
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