Thank you so much from your support before you guys! I wasn't sure if I was
going to continue this, but I soon found it was the only thing I could
write! So here's Book 2! Yeah, each book will only be three chapters long,
and these chapters are shamefully short, but I have to keep you on your
toes! Each book will have a song in it too, most likely sad and dreary
since there's a lot of that in these books. Heck, I'll call it a series
just because I really am getting dedicated to finishing this. Although, I
don't know when the next book will be out.
Well, enough of my drabble. I'm sure you want to read and find out what happens to our little guiltless fugitive.
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Chapter 4
Legolas paid no heed to direction or time. His mind was far away from the clopping of the horse's hooves and the snow beginning to fall. Here, the trees had been stripped of leaves leaving behind the gangly bark. The ground was covered in a thin frost that clung to the browned grass throughout the day. The sun passed over him and melted down in the west like the icicles that clung onto the branches in rows.
All Legolas could see was Elenest. Her face was full of pain and sorrow. He could hear the crying of a child that echoed in the pale light. Then, her expression changed. She looked stunned and surprised, standing from brooding her child in the crib. The wailing quieted almost as if he could here the call that came through her window.
'He's returned! The prince has returned!' the kingdom took up the call as Legolas himself imagines he was riding back home on a white steed. Elenest would cry and he would run up to her, embracing her and looking upon his child for the first time.
Legolas suddenly awoke as his hood fell from his head. The horse was still moving and didn't seem to have noticed its master had dozed off. Legolas smiled patted its neck, but it still took no heed. Legolas ignored it and let himself grin. He shouldn't be wallowing in his sorrow, he should be looking forward to the day he could go back home.
So, he did. He kicked his horse's flanks and moved faster through the woods. He was running with strong will now, straight toward any danger that awaited him.
The dark had completely taken the forest when Legolas chose to stop. The air wasn't biting, but cold and wet all the same. He hadn't stopped to search through the bundles to see what his father had given him.
He pulled over near a small lake with crystalline water. A fog hung about it, giving it a mysterious, yet serene look. Legolas set his flasks aside so that he would be able to fill them after he had set up camp.
There were four satchels filled with odds and ends and a long light chest wrapped in leather. Two smaller bags hung off the saddle and a bedroll rested on the rump. Legolas had them all off the steed and lain before him. He examined them one by one while the horse grazed.
In the first satchel he found several bundles of cloths. His father was obviously well-prepared, for they were all man-made to disguise his son in a mortal realm. He knew however, that his beauty and ever-cleaned hair would be a dead giveaway, along with his graceful stride and pointed ears. Two cloaks, five tunics, a coat, two breeches and two trousers were packed tightly along with simple undergarments.
In the second satchel were a pot, pan, dish, fork and three knives. Also was a simple Eriador blowgun along with several darts. There was also a slab of soap wrapped in a large drying-cloth with the signal of Mirkwood Royalty on it. He'd have to cut that off after he ate.
In the third and forth satchel were several wraps of dried fruit, rice, breads, vegetables and meats. There was enough there to last him about two and a half weeks. He knew he'd have to hunt sooner or later, but with what?
His question was answered when he opened the long chest wrapped in the blanket. There was a lock on it with a key already inside. Legolas turned it and lifted the lid. Inside, resting on a wrinkled layer of cardinal silk, was a longbow and a quiver filled with arrows. The wood was polished brown and the strong a glowing gray. Each arrow looked manmade but had the strange sensation of elven magic to it. The shaft was carved by hand and the fletching tied with strong thread. The tip was sharp and strong and strong with a smooth stone following it.
Also, lying in the case, was a dagger. Curved and about twenty inches long. The sheath was decorated in vines and the blade rang as it was pulled out. Along the side of the blade it said this:
'May whoever holds this blade watch for those who are innocent.' Legolas stared at it for a moment. The blade gleamed white and brightly but there was no light to be found in the forest around him save for the dim beam of sun that penetrated the trees above him. He shrugged and re- sheathed it.
Last where the two smaller bags. When Legolas picked them up, he caught a slight jingling noise. He bit his lower lip and replaced the bow in the chest with them. He couldn't carry this chest forever. He knew that in a poorer country he'd be able to survive on ten coins for a month, so he could bury the rest not too far away from where he decided to settle. He removed the two weapons and leaned them against the saddle. He tied the dagger around his waist and slung the quiver over his shoulder, the fletchings just poking out of his hood.
Minutes later he was cooking a small slab of meat and eating some raw vegetables by the fire. He kept his bedroll packed nearby and spread out the only extra cloak over his legs to keep him warm. He looked up to see the sky had clouded over. Once he ate his meal and was carefully cutting any royalty emblems off his belongings snow began to fall. He finished quickly and curled up in his makeshift blanket as soft flakes melted on his face.
That night, his dreams were shrouded in darkness. Over and over again he saw Elenest burning in front of him, crying out for him. Somehow he couldn't get to her. Something held his arms back tightly. He could hear not only her screams but the yells and pleas for mercy all around him in the shadows. The floor burning his knees. The air was incredibly hot. He couldn't breath. He couldn't think. He couldn't process it when Elenest melted in front of him and a black phantom with wild hair and glaring white eyes stared at him.
'Kill him!' it hissed. 'Kill him!'
Legolas snapped awake. The fire was almost out with but a trickle of smoke rising from it. The calls echoed around him.
'Kill him! Kill him!' He heard the whinny of a horses and the thumping of hooves.
They were coming for him.
Well, enough of my drabble. I'm sure you want to read and find out what happens to our little guiltless fugitive.
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Chapter 4
Legolas paid no heed to direction or time. His mind was far away from the clopping of the horse's hooves and the snow beginning to fall. Here, the trees had been stripped of leaves leaving behind the gangly bark. The ground was covered in a thin frost that clung to the browned grass throughout the day. The sun passed over him and melted down in the west like the icicles that clung onto the branches in rows.
All Legolas could see was Elenest. Her face was full of pain and sorrow. He could hear the crying of a child that echoed in the pale light. Then, her expression changed. She looked stunned and surprised, standing from brooding her child in the crib. The wailing quieted almost as if he could here the call that came through her window.
'He's returned! The prince has returned!' the kingdom took up the call as Legolas himself imagines he was riding back home on a white steed. Elenest would cry and he would run up to her, embracing her and looking upon his child for the first time.
Legolas suddenly awoke as his hood fell from his head. The horse was still moving and didn't seem to have noticed its master had dozed off. Legolas smiled patted its neck, but it still took no heed. Legolas ignored it and let himself grin. He shouldn't be wallowing in his sorrow, he should be looking forward to the day he could go back home.
So, he did. He kicked his horse's flanks and moved faster through the woods. He was running with strong will now, straight toward any danger that awaited him.
The dark had completely taken the forest when Legolas chose to stop. The air wasn't biting, but cold and wet all the same. He hadn't stopped to search through the bundles to see what his father had given him.
He pulled over near a small lake with crystalline water. A fog hung about it, giving it a mysterious, yet serene look. Legolas set his flasks aside so that he would be able to fill them after he had set up camp.
There were four satchels filled with odds and ends and a long light chest wrapped in leather. Two smaller bags hung off the saddle and a bedroll rested on the rump. Legolas had them all off the steed and lain before him. He examined them one by one while the horse grazed.
In the first satchel he found several bundles of cloths. His father was obviously well-prepared, for they were all man-made to disguise his son in a mortal realm. He knew however, that his beauty and ever-cleaned hair would be a dead giveaway, along with his graceful stride and pointed ears. Two cloaks, five tunics, a coat, two breeches and two trousers were packed tightly along with simple undergarments.
In the second satchel were a pot, pan, dish, fork and three knives. Also was a simple Eriador blowgun along with several darts. There was also a slab of soap wrapped in a large drying-cloth with the signal of Mirkwood Royalty on it. He'd have to cut that off after he ate.
In the third and forth satchel were several wraps of dried fruit, rice, breads, vegetables and meats. There was enough there to last him about two and a half weeks. He knew he'd have to hunt sooner or later, but with what?
His question was answered when he opened the long chest wrapped in the blanket. There was a lock on it with a key already inside. Legolas turned it and lifted the lid. Inside, resting on a wrinkled layer of cardinal silk, was a longbow and a quiver filled with arrows. The wood was polished brown and the strong a glowing gray. Each arrow looked manmade but had the strange sensation of elven magic to it. The shaft was carved by hand and the fletching tied with strong thread. The tip was sharp and strong and strong with a smooth stone following it.
Also, lying in the case, was a dagger. Curved and about twenty inches long. The sheath was decorated in vines and the blade rang as it was pulled out. Along the side of the blade it said this:
'May whoever holds this blade watch for those who are innocent.' Legolas stared at it for a moment. The blade gleamed white and brightly but there was no light to be found in the forest around him save for the dim beam of sun that penetrated the trees above him. He shrugged and re- sheathed it.
Last where the two smaller bags. When Legolas picked them up, he caught a slight jingling noise. He bit his lower lip and replaced the bow in the chest with them. He couldn't carry this chest forever. He knew that in a poorer country he'd be able to survive on ten coins for a month, so he could bury the rest not too far away from where he decided to settle. He removed the two weapons and leaned them against the saddle. He tied the dagger around his waist and slung the quiver over his shoulder, the fletchings just poking out of his hood.
Minutes later he was cooking a small slab of meat and eating some raw vegetables by the fire. He kept his bedroll packed nearby and spread out the only extra cloak over his legs to keep him warm. He looked up to see the sky had clouded over. Once he ate his meal and was carefully cutting any royalty emblems off his belongings snow began to fall. He finished quickly and curled up in his makeshift blanket as soft flakes melted on his face.
That night, his dreams were shrouded in darkness. Over and over again he saw Elenest burning in front of him, crying out for him. Somehow he couldn't get to her. Something held his arms back tightly. He could hear not only her screams but the yells and pleas for mercy all around him in the shadows. The floor burning his knees. The air was incredibly hot. He couldn't breath. He couldn't think. He couldn't process it when Elenest melted in front of him and a black phantom with wild hair and glaring white eyes stared at him.
'Kill him!' it hissed. 'Kill him!'
Legolas snapped awake. The fire was almost out with but a trickle of smoke rising from it. The calls echoed around him.
'Kill him! Kill him!' He heard the whinny of a horses and the thumping of hooves.
They were coming for him.