Riding Freedom
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Chapter one:
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I saw Legolas running towards a mob of mindless, blood thirsting, Uruk Hai. The expression on his face was fierce, yet calm and concentrated. His confident eyes burned hotter than the hateful torches of the enemy. I was dressed as a Ranger, on a gray steed with black stockings, and a white mane and tail. I strode towards him as an Uruk from behind readied to slash him across the back. I swung my blade high in the air and severed it's head, as the creature let out a sickening shriek. Legolas' knives crossed each other to block an opposing blow from an Uruk's jagged sword. He pushed it toward the ground and slit the creature's throat. With the reflection of the gray clouds above in his eyes, he swiftly lifted his blades one by one in a single graceful spinning motion, and slaughtered two more Uruk Hai. I yelled to him,
"Look out! Legolas!" His face turned, and his eyes danced around the small clearing of mud furiously.
But from behind, an arrow came piercing his left shoulder. His face contorted in pain, yet still he pushed through the crowd. After another Uruk had fallen, two more arrows hit his arm and under his right shoulder blade. I screamed in horror, slaughtering another Uruk. He fell to his knees and the throng, heedless of his frame on the wet grass, passed by. A horn blew from above; high pitched—
I woke up to the sound of my alarm which read, "7:30" damn. Great way to start a Friday—late again. Must have been that dream that kept me asleep; strange though, Legolas never dies.
I reached over and turned off the alarm. With a great sigh, I permitted myself one more glorious minute laying my head back down onto my pillow. I closed my eyes for a second. The image of Legolas' body lying helplessly on the ground flashed once more in my mind. A sudden gasp at that horrifying picture escaped my lips and I eyes opened once again to see my surroundings. I sat up, shaking my head slightly, trying to forget the dream. Hesitating, I pulled the sheets away revealing the cold air in my room. This not being the first belated school morning for me, I was accustomed to alacrity, which meant a two minute shower I couldn't enjoy, and no breakfast. My stomach moaned as I also realized that I had forgotten my lunch money. Today was going to be enjoyable, that was for sure. I was dressed and ready in about five minutes and ran out the door.
I jogged for a few moments, down the three blocks to my bus stop, and saw my bus pull up to a handful of high school numb-sculls, who were chuckling at my tardiness. Sure, laugh it up, once again, I was subject of the hilarity. I was the last to board the bus and the driver absent- mindedly scolded me for forcing him to wait the entirety of ten seconds. I ignored him and made my way to my seat: next to Gabe Rockwell. He was the buger-nosed kid in my class everyone avoided. He was quiet, but when provoked, he could be quite a handful. I secretly hoped that one day, all his wrongdoers would be brought to justice with a fatal blow to the head. He smiled at me as I took off my back pack and set it by my feet and I greeted him with a small nod. As I sat down, I heard some dim-witted remark about my glasses. I responded by pulling my hood up and putting on my headphones.
My dream was curious. I deliberated what had happened in the dream. What battle was it? I had read the books numerous times, yet the more I thought about it the weirder it became. I know that Legolas never even was injured in the books, or the movies. And what was I doing there? Why was I a Ranger of the North? I meditated for a moment, and decided that it was simply a random gathering of thoughts my sub-consciencous put together as a vivid depiction of---- Legolas' death. Weird, very weird. And I was all so clear as well; as plain as the cars going past my window.
I squeezed the thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on my music. I just wanted today to go by painlessly. I'd just set the standard on survive, and get through the last day of the week.
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Chapter one:
Dream ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````
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I saw Legolas running towards a mob of mindless, blood thirsting, Uruk Hai. The expression on his face was fierce, yet calm and concentrated. His confident eyes burned hotter than the hateful torches of the enemy. I was dressed as a Ranger, on a gray steed with black stockings, and a white mane and tail. I strode towards him as an Uruk from behind readied to slash him across the back. I swung my blade high in the air and severed it's head, as the creature let out a sickening shriek. Legolas' knives crossed each other to block an opposing blow from an Uruk's jagged sword. He pushed it toward the ground and slit the creature's throat. With the reflection of the gray clouds above in his eyes, he swiftly lifted his blades one by one in a single graceful spinning motion, and slaughtered two more Uruk Hai. I yelled to him,
"Look out! Legolas!" His face turned, and his eyes danced around the small clearing of mud furiously.
But from behind, an arrow came piercing his left shoulder. His face contorted in pain, yet still he pushed through the crowd. After another Uruk had fallen, two more arrows hit his arm and under his right shoulder blade. I screamed in horror, slaughtering another Uruk. He fell to his knees and the throng, heedless of his frame on the wet grass, passed by. A horn blew from above; high pitched—
I woke up to the sound of my alarm which read, "7:30" damn. Great way to start a Friday—late again. Must have been that dream that kept me asleep; strange though, Legolas never dies.
I reached over and turned off the alarm. With a great sigh, I permitted myself one more glorious minute laying my head back down onto my pillow. I closed my eyes for a second. The image of Legolas' body lying helplessly on the ground flashed once more in my mind. A sudden gasp at that horrifying picture escaped my lips and I eyes opened once again to see my surroundings. I sat up, shaking my head slightly, trying to forget the dream. Hesitating, I pulled the sheets away revealing the cold air in my room. This not being the first belated school morning for me, I was accustomed to alacrity, which meant a two minute shower I couldn't enjoy, and no breakfast. My stomach moaned as I also realized that I had forgotten my lunch money. Today was going to be enjoyable, that was for sure. I was dressed and ready in about five minutes and ran out the door.
I jogged for a few moments, down the three blocks to my bus stop, and saw my bus pull up to a handful of high school numb-sculls, who were chuckling at my tardiness. Sure, laugh it up, once again, I was subject of the hilarity. I was the last to board the bus and the driver absent- mindedly scolded me for forcing him to wait the entirety of ten seconds. I ignored him and made my way to my seat: next to Gabe Rockwell. He was the buger-nosed kid in my class everyone avoided. He was quiet, but when provoked, he could be quite a handful. I secretly hoped that one day, all his wrongdoers would be brought to justice with a fatal blow to the head. He smiled at me as I took off my back pack and set it by my feet and I greeted him with a small nod. As I sat down, I heard some dim-witted remark about my glasses. I responded by pulling my hood up and putting on my headphones.
My dream was curious. I deliberated what had happened in the dream. What battle was it? I had read the books numerous times, yet the more I thought about it the weirder it became. I know that Legolas never even was injured in the books, or the movies. And what was I doing there? Why was I a Ranger of the North? I meditated for a moment, and decided that it was simply a random gathering of thoughts my sub-consciencous put together as a vivid depiction of---- Legolas' death. Weird, very weird. And I was all so clear as well; as plain as the cars going past my window.
I squeezed the thoughts out of my mind and concentrated on my music. I just wanted today to go by painlessly. I'd just set the standard on survive, and get through the last day of the week.