~ AN- Hey guys! Well, what's new with y'all? Well, me…nuttin, but I have developed a nice little crush on a certain pirate named Johnny Depp, but fear not, Orli is still the best! Well, but yeah, and did you know, that the theaters have like big promotional posters of each character in POTC? Well, I was waiting by the place you buy tickets (I went for my B-day party!) for my friends to arrive and just happened to mention to my mom and friend Erin how much I liked the poster and wanted it, and then the lady at the ticket booth asked if I like Johnny or Orlando more (I of course said Orlando!) and then she handed both me and Erin free posters of him! My other friend Jill got one right afterwards! Well, I thought I'd share that with you all so that if you go to the movie, ask them for a poster! I didn't mean to brag, but I just wanted you all to know that you can get very big posters of the VERY HOT Will Turner (AKA Orlando!)! Ok, anyway, back to the story! ~
Disclaimer- I still don't own and I never will
Chapter 8
The top of the golden sun peeked over the very tops of the high trees. The sky exploded with the brilliant colors of pink, blue and orange as the sun delivered the land from night to day. The woods were silent around them; the only sounds were present were the soft sounds of singing birds as they awoke from a night of sleep.
Legolas and Amowiel had walked throughout the night, still (even though reluctantly on Amowiel's part) heading towards northern Mirkwood.
Legolas noticed many of the trees and the land that they were now passing by he was familiar with. He knew this land. There was only a little over three days on foot until they reached the boarders of Mirkwood forest. They were nearing the end of this patch of forest, and would be out of it in maybe less than a day. After the trees ended, they would have to pass over about three leagues of flat lands, and then they would reach Mirkwood forest.
If they were lucky, they would reach his home before the army marching towards it. The army had a head start over them, but they did not know the lay of the land as well as Legolas did, and once the army reached Mirkwood, traveling through the thick trees would cause them to slow considerably. There was still hope that Amowiel and himself could stop this war before it began, but that hope was small.
The irony of this whole situation made Legolas want to laugh bitterly. His father had sent him out to assassinate someone he had already promised to protect in order to push a war against the human race for his own reasons of revenge. Thranduil must have thought that losing his wife and his only daughter to the hands of Elves would be enough to push Amowiel's father over the edge. The most ironic part of the whole, that Legolas could never break a promise, and that meant that Amowiel was not to die by his hands, and he would never let her be harmed by someone else's.
" How long until we reach Mirkwood?" Amowiel asked, her voice going reluctant when she said the word Mirkwood.
" A little over three days until we reach the forest," Legolas spoke, " and then at least another two until we reach Northern Mirkwood. That is only if we make good time and travel most of the days through the night as well,"
He heard Amowiel suck in her breath and sigh. The woman stopped walking and brushed long strands of black hair away from her face. " I cannot go almost a week without sleep Legolas. I am only human,"
Legolas turned to look at the woman. He had almost forgotten that unlike him, she would need to sleep. She looked tired now. She had bags under her eyes and she had become paler than when he had first taken her.
" I have not eaten or slept for almost three days Legolas," she spoke, shaking her head, " I wish to stop this war too, but I cannot go a week without food, water and sleep. I'm not one of the Firstborn, and I'm not made to travel like that,"
Legolas muttered a string of Elvish curses under his tongue. He hadn't even thought to bring any food nor water, not even Lembas, when he first set out from Mirkwood. He had not expected this turn of events, so he had thought he would be home sooner than this. Amowiel was right. Where he himself could go at least into they reached Mirkwood without food, water and rest, he knew that her body would never let her finish the journey, and he needed her help to stop this war.
" Fine," Legolas told her with a nod, " we can rest now. We are far enough away from the camp that we were attacked at last night to be able to stop again. I'd advise that you sleep to replenish your strength Amowiel, for you will be needing it. We still have a hard journey ahead,"
" And then the hard part comes," Amowiel spoke in a grave voice as she sat down upon the ground, " bringing our fathers together and convincing them that this is not the other races' fault,"
Legolas gave grim nod. That was not the only hard situation that they would encounter when they arrived back at the great Elven halls. Legolas had to face his brother and accuse him of the murder of Amowiel's mother. His brother would fight him to try and claim his innocence, and his father probably would too, but the truth had to be told, and hopefully help stop the bloodshed that was going to come if Amowiel and himself failed. The other possibility was the Delund would try to go for Amowiel. Legolas, over the years, had grown to understand how his brother's mind worked. He would try to kill Amowiel, for she was one of the only two people to witness the murder. If Amowiel were to die, than it would just be Legolas's word against his brother's, the crowned prince, and even though Legolas himself was a prince, no one would actually believe him. He was an assassin, and if his brother was desperate enough, he would blame the murder on Legolas, he was the cold-blooded killer after all, the assassin. And that could not happen if Amowiel was still alive to back up his story of Delund's guilt.
Again, this brought his thoughts back to his promise. If it came down to it, and Legolas had to choose between protecting his brother or Amowiel, it would be his promise long ago that would bind him. Amowiel would be his choice; he would not see her die, even if it meant his brother's, or even his own, life. He cared far too much for this woman to see her die.
" How long will we be resting here," Amowiel asked, breaking Legolas's thoughts.
" Long enough for you to fall asleep and rest," Legolas spoke, genuine concern in his voice, " you look terrible,"
Amowiel's face scrunched up into first a hurt, and then an extremely annoyed look, " if that is another one of your remarks about…" the woman started to fume, but Legolas rose his hands to single no harm intended.
" I did not mean to sound rude," Legolas explained, holding down laughter when he saw the strong glare Amowiel was sending at him, " but I meant that you look tired and need sleep. I am truly sorry if I offended you, now while you sleep, I suppose I should search for some food. I won't wander far, in case those creatures are still tracking us, but as you said, you'll need to eat along the way, and I'm sure there are smaller animals within these woods for me to catch,"
Amowiel nodded with a yawn and rested the back of her head against a trunk of the tree she was resting in front of. She let her eyelids flutter down over her green eyes and gave another yawn.
Legolas stared at her for a few minutes, wondering how this woman who was raised so high in her race, could just fall asleep where ever she sat. Even he himself needed to find a suitable tree to rest in.
Amowiel's eyes reopened and she looked up at Legolas. " Why are you still here? I thought you were going to find something to eat?"
Legolas's glared at the woman, " I am not your servant, I can do what I want when I please,"
" If you didn't want to be subject to my commands," Amowiel spoke, a small smirk crossing over her face, " than you shouldn't have taken me from my home,"
" I could have killed you on the spot, " Legolas glared at her again. Was this woman going to be so…annoying the whole way to Mirkwood? And if so, would he be able to put up with it the whole way?
You could have let her die by those creatures, Legolas told himself grimly, but you're just too pure hearted to let an innocent die. That is, an innocent that your father hasn't told you to kill, Legolas reminded himself bitterly.
" And that brings us back to my question from last night," Amowiel said, getting back to her feet and standing only inches away from Legolas and looking up at him, directly in the eyes, " Am I still just the woman you were hired to kill but took as a hostage instead? Or does our past together change everything? Tell me Legolas; will you keep your promise to me from so long ago?"
Legolas still couldn't answer that question. He was still confused at these new feelings he had towards her, and even if he could answer her question, which he thought he might never be able to, now, he wasn't sure how to put his feelings of what she meant to him into words.
When he didn't answer, Amowiel sighed. She had really wanted her question answered before they drew too close to Mirkwood. As much as she was unwilling to admit it out loud, deep in her heart she feared the Elf city of Mirkwood. She had seen her mother brutally murdered in cold blood there, and the fear of ever setting foot in those halls again was great. In her heart, she knew that she could trust Legolas, but what if he didn't trust her? If she were still only the woman he was supposed to kill, then they would never be able to stop this war; it would take a certain amount of trust and dependence on each other to convince their fathers.
" I do not hold you to your promise Legolas," Amowiel sighed, shifting her eyes downwards toward the ground, " it was made long ago and to a little girl who needed comforting and I will not hold it to you. I do hope though, that you shall learn to trust me as I have now learned to trust you. You have saved my life twice, and I hope one day I'll be able to repay you, but until that day all you have is my thanks. Even though you are under no obligation to protect me, I do hope that you will, for I am no fighter and cannot survive against anything as well as you can,"
Legolas stared at the young human woman in front of him. She had just released him from the bonds of a promise, even though that meant that if they were attacked, he would have no need to save her if he didn't wish to. She had put trust into one of the race that her father had taught her to hate. She had over come the fear and hate she had gotten after her mother had died, and was know doing everything she could to stop a war between the two races. She was much braver than even she knew.
With a smile, Legolas cupped the bottom of Amowiel's chin and made her to look back up at him. " I made a promise," he smiled kindly, " and I plan to hold bounded to it. I cannot answer your question yet, and that is only because I cannot yet put into words how I feel,"
Amowiel's face broke out into a smile and she quickly turned her head away out of Legolas's grasp. " Thank you," she whispered softly, feeling joy lift within herself.
" I think I will go and hunt our meal now," Legolas told her, stepping back and still smiling, " and I would ask that you start a fire so I can cook whatever I catch. After you have a fire going, sleep. Like you yourself said, you are human and need it. I will not be long,"
Legolas turned and pulled his bow out from his back. Without another word, he walked into the forest.
He walked for a while, looking for any signs of any small creatures that he could catch. He fingered one of his arrows and strung it into his bow. Even though his arrows were all ripped with the strong Elvish poison, the only way the poison could kill, was to be introduced into an open wound. It would do no one any harm if they were to eat it.
He stopped walking and listened for any sounds around him. There was neither sign nor sound of anything. Only the sounds of his soft and controlled breathing were present.
All of the sudden, Amowiel's scream of terror ripped through the silent woods, echoing as it reached Legolas's Elven ears.
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Shout outs!
Ryoko- Hey, I'm not exactly sure I understood your review, but thanks anyway! I love to get new people to review! Peace out!
Sirithiliel- Hey, guess this means I'll have to thank Alida-fruit for leading you to my story too! Thanks for the review it's much appreciated!
Tamara- Thanks for the review! I know POTC was so good! I loved the characters Will and Jack! Johnny Depp was hilarious! Not to mention Orlando was soooooo good at his part! Will Turner rocks! Did you know there's going to be a sequel?! I just heard it on ET tonight! The entire original cast of good guys is coming back! More good Will action!
Betsy- Thanks! But yeah, you might want to put your eyeballs back in your head; it's kinda freaking me out! LOL! But yeah, a lot of people have told me I'd be good in politics, but I hope I'll be able to become a professional writer (I've already written 4 full length novels in just over two years and I'm planning on sending one into a publishing company by the end of summer, so wish me luck!)! But yeah! Rock on!
Alaskantiger- Yeah, it's good to know why Amowiel's father hates Elves isn't it? I'll try to hurry with future chapters, because I can't keep my fans waiting! J/K LOL!
Elvenarcher13- Hey look, I got another person hooked! Go me! Yeah, POTC rocked! GO Will and Jack! Rock on! Thanks for putting my story on your favorites list! Peace out!
Alida-fruit- Yeah, I just finished covering my door with Orli pics, so the whole Orlando priceless joke wet with my thoughts of the day! No, your whole reviewing while just reading didn't confuse me! Yeah, it would be bad if Legolas was to sacrifice himself to save Amowiel from his brother * Evil grin* But after he was gone, who would be around to save Amowiel from Delund then? * Evil smirk*! Yeah, living in the sticks are you? Well, I'm one to talk; I had to drive for over 45 minutes to get to a theater to see POTC! LOL! Can you lend me some of your plot bunnies? I'm fresh out of ideas!
Elfaer Giliell- I'm glad you didn't mind my lose bit of advertising! Go you! Thanks for the review! Have fun wherever you're going on vacation!
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~ AN- (singing) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Yep, it was just my birthday guys! (July 18th) I'm FINALLY 14!! Go me! Rock on! But yeah, for a nice birthday present, all I ask is for all of you to leave a nice review! But yeah, well…I'm going to eat my cake and stare at all my Orlando Pics now! Oh yeah, again, I'm going to do some advertising! Please go read the story "Lord of the rings 2003" and " Lord of the rings 2003: Back to ME"! I helped write them and they're on " Erin wood's" account! Please!!!! They might be considered Mary-sues, but I don't really know! But they are self-insertion stories, but they are REALLY funny! Well, OK Bai bai! Remember, WE GOING PARTY LIKES IT'S ME BIRTHDAY! IT'S ME BIRTHDAY, IT'S ME BIRTHDAY! ~
Disclaimer- I still don't own and I never will
Chapter 8
The top of the golden sun peeked over the very tops of the high trees. The sky exploded with the brilliant colors of pink, blue and orange as the sun delivered the land from night to day. The woods were silent around them; the only sounds were present were the soft sounds of singing birds as they awoke from a night of sleep.
Legolas and Amowiel had walked throughout the night, still (even though reluctantly on Amowiel's part) heading towards northern Mirkwood.
Legolas noticed many of the trees and the land that they were now passing by he was familiar with. He knew this land. There was only a little over three days on foot until they reached the boarders of Mirkwood forest. They were nearing the end of this patch of forest, and would be out of it in maybe less than a day. After the trees ended, they would have to pass over about three leagues of flat lands, and then they would reach Mirkwood forest.
If they were lucky, they would reach his home before the army marching towards it. The army had a head start over them, but they did not know the lay of the land as well as Legolas did, and once the army reached Mirkwood, traveling through the thick trees would cause them to slow considerably. There was still hope that Amowiel and himself could stop this war before it began, but that hope was small.
The irony of this whole situation made Legolas want to laugh bitterly. His father had sent him out to assassinate someone he had already promised to protect in order to push a war against the human race for his own reasons of revenge. Thranduil must have thought that losing his wife and his only daughter to the hands of Elves would be enough to push Amowiel's father over the edge. The most ironic part of the whole, that Legolas could never break a promise, and that meant that Amowiel was not to die by his hands, and he would never let her be harmed by someone else's.
" How long until we reach Mirkwood?" Amowiel asked, her voice going reluctant when she said the word Mirkwood.
" A little over three days until we reach the forest," Legolas spoke, " and then at least another two until we reach Northern Mirkwood. That is only if we make good time and travel most of the days through the night as well,"
He heard Amowiel suck in her breath and sigh. The woman stopped walking and brushed long strands of black hair away from her face. " I cannot go almost a week without sleep Legolas. I am only human,"
Legolas turned to look at the woman. He had almost forgotten that unlike him, she would need to sleep. She looked tired now. She had bags under her eyes and she had become paler than when he had first taken her.
" I have not eaten or slept for almost three days Legolas," she spoke, shaking her head, " I wish to stop this war too, but I cannot go a week without food, water and sleep. I'm not one of the Firstborn, and I'm not made to travel like that,"
Legolas muttered a string of Elvish curses under his tongue. He hadn't even thought to bring any food nor water, not even Lembas, when he first set out from Mirkwood. He had not expected this turn of events, so he had thought he would be home sooner than this. Amowiel was right. Where he himself could go at least into they reached Mirkwood without food, water and rest, he knew that her body would never let her finish the journey, and he needed her help to stop this war.
" Fine," Legolas told her with a nod, " we can rest now. We are far enough away from the camp that we were attacked at last night to be able to stop again. I'd advise that you sleep to replenish your strength Amowiel, for you will be needing it. We still have a hard journey ahead,"
" And then the hard part comes," Amowiel spoke in a grave voice as she sat down upon the ground, " bringing our fathers together and convincing them that this is not the other races' fault,"
Legolas gave grim nod. That was not the only hard situation that they would encounter when they arrived back at the great Elven halls. Legolas had to face his brother and accuse him of the murder of Amowiel's mother. His brother would fight him to try and claim his innocence, and his father probably would too, but the truth had to be told, and hopefully help stop the bloodshed that was going to come if Amowiel and himself failed. The other possibility was the Delund would try to go for Amowiel. Legolas, over the years, had grown to understand how his brother's mind worked. He would try to kill Amowiel, for she was one of the only two people to witness the murder. If Amowiel were to die, than it would just be Legolas's word against his brother's, the crowned prince, and even though Legolas himself was a prince, no one would actually believe him. He was an assassin, and if his brother was desperate enough, he would blame the murder on Legolas, he was the cold-blooded killer after all, the assassin. And that could not happen if Amowiel was still alive to back up his story of Delund's guilt.
Again, this brought his thoughts back to his promise. If it came down to it, and Legolas had to choose between protecting his brother or Amowiel, it would be his promise long ago that would bind him. Amowiel would be his choice; he would not see her die, even if it meant his brother's, or even his own, life. He cared far too much for this woman to see her die.
" How long will we be resting here," Amowiel asked, breaking Legolas's thoughts.
" Long enough for you to fall asleep and rest," Legolas spoke, genuine concern in his voice, " you look terrible,"
Amowiel's face scrunched up into first a hurt, and then an extremely annoyed look, " if that is another one of your remarks about…" the woman started to fume, but Legolas rose his hands to single no harm intended.
" I did not mean to sound rude," Legolas explained, holding down laughter when he saw the strong glare Amowiel was sending at him, " but I meant that you look tired and need sleep. I am truly sorry if I offended you, now while you sleep, I suppose I should search for some food. I won't wander far, in case those creatures are still tracking us, but as you said, you'll need to eat along the way, and I'm sure there are smaller animals within these woods for me to catch,"
Amowiel nodded with a yawn and rested the back of her head against a trunk of the tree she was resting in front of. She let her eyelids flutter down over her green eyes and gave another yawn.
Legolas stared at her for a few minutes, wondering how this woman who was raised so high in her race, could just fall asleep where ever she sat. Even he himself needed to find a suitable tree to rest in.
Amowiel's eyes reopened and she looked up at Legolas. " Why are you still here? I thought you were going to find something to eat?"
Legolas's glared at the woman, " I am not your servant, I can do what I want when I please,"
" If you didn't want to be subject to my commands," Amowiel spoke, a small smirk crossing over her face, " than you shouldn't have taken me from my home,"
" I could have killed you on the spot, " Legolas glared at her again. Was this woman going to be so…annoying the whole way to Mirkwood? And if so, would he be able to put up with it the whole way?
You could have let her die by those creatures, Legolas told himself grimly, but you're just too pure hearted to let an innocent die. That is, an innocent that your father hasn't told you to kill, Legolas reminded himself bitterly.
" And that brings us back to my question from last night," Amowiel said, getting back to her feet and standing only inches away from Legolas and looking up at him, directly in the eyes, " Am I still just the woman you were hired to kill but took as a hostage instead? Or does our past together change everything? Tell me Legolas; will you keep your promise to me from so long ago?"
Legolas still couldn't answer that question. He was still confused at these new feelings he had towards her, and even if he could answer her question, which he thought he might never be able to, now, he wasn't sure how to put his feelings of what she meant to him into words.
When he didn't answer, Amowiel sighed. She had really wanted her question answered before they drew too close to Mirkwood. As much as she was unwilling to admit it out loud, deep in her heart she feared the Elf city of Mirkwood. She had seen her mother brutally murdered in cold blood there, and the fear of ever setting foot in those halls again was great. In her heart, she knew that she could trust Legolas, but what if he didn't trust her? If she were still only the woman he was supposed to kill, then they would never be able to stop this war; it would take a certain amount of trust and dependence on each other to convince their fathers.
" I do not hold you to your promise Legolas," Amowiel sighed, shifting her eyes downwards toward the ground, " it was made long ago and to a little girl who needed comforting and I will not hold it to you. I do hope though, that you shall learn to trust me as I have now learned to trust you. You have saved my life twice, and I hope one day I'll be able to repay you, but until that day all you have is my thanks. Even though you are under no obligation to protect me, I do hope that you will, for I am no fighter and cannot survive against anything as well as you can,"
Legolas stared at the young human woman in front of him. She had just released him from the bonds of a promise, even though that meant that if they were attacked, he would have no need to save her if he didn't wish to. She had put trust into one of the race that her father had taught her to hate. She had over come the fear and hate she had gotten after her mother had died, and was know doing everything she could to stop a war between the two races. She was much braver than even she knew.
With a smile, Legolas cupped the bottom of Amowiel's chin and made her to look back up at him. " I made a promise," he smiled kindly, " and I plan to hold bounded to it. I cannot answer your question yet, and that is only because I cannot yet put into words how I feel,"
Amowiel's face broke out into a smile and she quickly turned her head away out of Legolas's grasp. " Thank you," she whispered softly, feeling joy lift within herself.
" I think I will go and hunt our meal now," Legolas told her, stepping back and still smiling, " and I would ask that you start a fire so I can cook whatever I catch. After you have a fire going, sleep. Like you yourself said, you are human and need it. I will not be long,"
Legolas turned and pulled his bow out from his back. Without another word, he walked into the forest.
He walked for a while, looking for any signs of any small creatures that he could catch. He fingered one of his arrows and strung it into his bow. Even though his arrows were all ripped with the strong Elvish poison, the only way the poison could kill, was to be introduced into an open wound. It would do no one any harm if they were to eat it.
He stopped walking and listened for any sounds around him. There was neither sign nor sound of anything. Only the sounds of his soft and controlled breathing were present.
All of the sudden, Amowiel's scream of terror ripped through the silent woods, echoing as it reached Legolas's Elven ears.
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Shout outs!
Ryoko- Hey, I'm not exactly sure I understood your review, but thanks anyway! I love to get new people to review! Peace out!
Sirithiliel- Hey, guess this means I'll have to thank Alida-fruit for leading you to my story too! Thanks for the review it's much appreciated!
Tamara- Thanks for the review! I know POTC was so good! I loved the characters Will and Jack! Johnny Depp was hilarious! Not to mention Orlando was soooooo good at his part! Will Turner rocks! Did you know there's going to be a sequel?! I just heard it on ET tonight! The entire original cast of good guys is coming back! More good Will action!
Betsy- Thanks! But yeah, you might want to put your eyeballs back in your head; it's kinda freaking me out! LOL! But yeah, a lot of people have told me I'd be good in politics, but I hope I'll be able to become a professional writer (I've already written 4 full length novels in just over two years and I'm planning on sending one into a publishing company by the end of summer, so wish me luck!)! But yeah! Rock on!
Alaskantiger- Yeah, it's good to know why Amowiel's father hates Elves isn't it? I'll try to hurry with future chapters, because I can't keep my fans waiting! J/K LOL!
Elvenarcher13- Hey look, I got another person hooked! Go me! Yeah, POTC rocked! GO Will and Jack! Rock on! Thanks for putting my story on your favorites list! Peace out!
Alida-fruit- Yeah, I just finished covering my door with Orli pics, so the whole Orlando priceless joke wet with my thoughts of the day! No, your whole reviewing while just reading didn't confuse me! Yeah, it would be bad if Legolas was to sacrifice himself to save Amowiel from his brother * Evil grin* But after he was gone, who would be around to save Amowiel from Delund then? * Evil smirk*! Yeah, living in the sticks are you? Well, I'm one to talk; I had to drive for over 45 minutes to get to a theater to see POTC! LOL! Can you lend me some of your plot bunnies? I'm fresh out of ideas!
Elfaer Giliell- I'm glad you didn't mind my lose bit of advertising! Go you! Thanks for the review! Have fun wherever you're going on vacation!
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~ AN- (singing) HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Yep, it was just my birthday guys! (July 18th) I'm FINALLY 14!! Go me! Rock on! But yeah, for a nice birthday present, all I ask is for all of you to leave a nice review! But yeah, well…I'm going to eat my cake and stare at all my Orlando Pics now! Oh yeah, again, I'm going to do some advertising! Please go read the story "Lord of the rings 2003" and " Lord of the rings 2003: Back to ME"! I helped write them and they're on " Erin wood's" account! Please!!!! They might be considered Mary-sues, but I don't really know! But they are self-insertion stories, but they are REALLY funny! Well, OK Bai bai! Remember, WE GOING PARTY LIKES IT'S ME BIRTHDAY! IT'S ME BIRTHDAY, IT'S ME BIRTHDAY! ~