Chapter...le two.
Orian got up, and took a couple steps away from Legolas through the long grass. "Inessa." She called quietly. "Arre senneth que, la siant tresen." The last sentence was more of a song than a call, but her voice carried over the winds like a spell on the forest.
It wasn't moments later that again the black unicorn stepped into the large meadow from the shaded woods. "What is it Orian?" She asked quietly.
"I need for you to do for me what you had done for my mother." Orian said. "I have some magical ability, but what I ask is beyond the power of my kind."
Inessa whinnied quietly. "The bottling of life is not an easy magic." She whispered.
"But I fear for him." Orian said. "I have foreseen what he will face."
"Even if he was wounded in battle, there are slim chances that he would be able to drink the potion." Inessa replied, her wings twitching slightly.
"But it would give him life if he was even within a breath of death." Orian argued.
Inessa tossed her great black head. "Fine, elven child." She said. "But ten years is great when you think of giving it to him to hold."
"I know that if he ever did use it, he would use it wisely." Orian said.
"It is the reason why your mother died in her younger years." Inessa said. "The ten years was not given back to her, and your father was left in his older years. Alone."
"When this war is over, we will be traveling to the Undying Lands." Orian said. "That will not be our fate."
"Very well." Inessa said. "Witness the glory of a forgotten age."
The great unicorn reared on her hind legs, and then crashed down on the earth. Light was drawn to them like the stars decided to fall from the sky and cluster around them. Pain seared through Orian's heart as part of her long life was ripped away from her. She closed her eyes, and clenched her jaw, trying desperately not to scream.
When the lights stopped, all was silent in the meadow. Orian opened her eyes, looking around, and then glancing down at her hands. In her left hand was a small crystal bottle, with a faint blue glow radiating from it. However, she must have gripped the sharp edges of the bottle too tightly, because her hand was bleeding.
It was then that she would have collapsed. However, Inessa came forward, and Orian leaned heavily against her cimion-colored side.
"You are very brave, my little elf." Inessa knickered. "Very very brave."
Orian intertwined her fingers in the unicorn's wavy black mane, and trudged beside her as the creature walked over to where Legolas lay still in slumber.
Orian loosened her grip on the unicorn's mane, and she fell to the grass beside the Prince of Mirkwood. It was then that she fell into a deep sleep, and did not wake until the next morning.
-To be Continued
(A.N. Merry *late* Christmas everyone!)
Orian got up, and took a couple steps away from Legolas through the long grass. "Inessa." She called quietly. "Arre senneth que, la siant tresen." The last sentence was more of a song than a call, but her voice carried over the winds like a spell on the forest.
It wasn't moments later that again the black unicorn stepped into the large meadow from the shaded woods. "What is it Orian?" She asked quietly.
"I need for you to do for me what you had done for my mother." Orian said. "I have some magical ability, but what I ask is beyond the power of my kind."
Inessa whinnied quietly. "The bottling of life is not an easy magic." She whispered.
"But I fear for him." Orian said. "I have foreseen what he will face."
"Even if he was wounded in battle, there are slim chances that he would be able to drink the potion." Inessa replied, her wings twitching slightly.
"But it would give him life if he was even within a breath of death." Orian argued.
Inessa tossed her great black head. "Fine, elven child." She said. "But ten years is great when you think of giving it to him to hold."
"I know that if he ever did use it, he would use it wisely." Orian said.
"It is the reason why your mother died in her younger years." Inessa said. "The ten years was not given back to her, and your father was left in his older years. Alone."
"When this war is over, we will be traveling to the Undying Lands." Orian said. "That will not be our fate."
"Very well." Inessa said. "Witness the glory of a forgotten age."
The great unicorn reared on her hind legs, and then crashed down on the earth. Light was drawn to them like the stars decided to fall from the sky and cluster around them. Pain seared through Orian's heart as part of her long life was ripped away from her. She closed her eyes, and clenched her jaw, trying desperately not to scream.
When the lights stopped, all was silent in the meadow. Orian opened her eyes, looking around, and then glancing down at her hands. In her left hand was a small crystal bottle, with a faint blue glow radiating from it. However, she must have gripped the sharp edges of the bottle too tightly, because her hand was bleeding.
It was then that she would have collapsed. However, Inessa came forward, and Orian leaned heavily against her cimion-colored side.
"You are very brave, my little elf." Inessa knickered. "Very very brave."
Orian intertwined her fingers in the unicorn's wavy black mane, and trudged beside her as the creature walked over to where Legolas lay still in slumber.
Orian loosened her grip on the unicorn's mane, and she fell to the grass beside the Prince of Mirkwood. It was then that she fell into a deep sleep, and did not wake until the next morning.
-To be Continued
(A.N. Merry *late* Christmas everyone!)