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Chapter 31
The night faded into morning and the sun rose high before Redd snapped awake. He was breathing fast, and felt cold. He had kicked off his blankets, revealing his sleeping wear was only the pants he had won the day before. He looked down at his stomach at the still unhealed wounds from a week before. He shudders and pulled on a jacket without pulling on a shirt.
He exited the tent just in time to see a man exit the one opposite him, Legolas's tent. He wiped his forehead and through the closing tent flap Redd saw another man covering Legolas in a black blanket. His head disappeared beneath the cloth.
'Is he..?' Redd asked the man. Without a word the man continued his way down towards the great hole in the ground where Redd and his friends had attacked.
Redd was stunned into silence. So many people had died trying to save him, and now he was dead. The Protector, Legolas, was dead.
Redd fell to his knees, suddenly giving into the pain that had wretched him ever since Fallon had died. He began to weep silently just there, unable to hear anything then the ringing in his ears.
From the northeast came the sound of hooves. Several men gathered near the edge of the tent town to get a good look at the newcomer. He was cloaked in an elven dress on a white steed. He leapt from the saddle with grace and ease, carrying a roll of parchment.
'Where is he?' he called out. 'Where is Legolas?'
Redd was brought from his cold world of anguish by the call. He looked over at the man. Standing, he said: 'He is no longer among us.'
'What?' asked the traveler.
'He has passed on.'
'How can that be?' cried the traveler, pulling back his hood. Blonde locks fell on his shoulders, braded back behind pointed ears. His face was sharp and handsome, like the rest of his kind. His eyebrows were knitted together with concern. 'He can't be dead! He was here in secret!'
'He protected us all from a threat that had hung over our heads for a long time. He died after finishing them off.' The gang members that lived in smaller colonies heard of the attack on their heart, and messengers say they have fled or returned home.
'No! He can't be! I have a message! He must receive it!'
Redd decided to humor the elf and took the parchment from him. He unrolled the paper and read over the lines. It was an elven print, but below was translated to many other languages, including that of Rohan.
As Redd continued to read the letter, his eyes widened and his grip tightened on the parchment. He didn't even finish before dropping it and running back towards Legolas's tent.
'Revive him!' he cried. 'Revive Legolas!'
'What's going on?' cried the healer still in the tent. Redd could see Legolas's form beneath the black blanket.
'Revive him! He must live!'
'Why? He won't survive! We had to let him go!'
'We have to save him!'
Redd started pressing down on Legolas's chest and breathing in his mouth, praying that he would come back to life.
Chapter 31
The night faded into morning and the sun rose high before Redd snapped awake. He was breathing fast, and felt cold. He had kicked off his blankets, revealing his sleeping wear was only the pants he had won the day before. He looked down at his stomach at the still unhealed wounds from a week before. He shudders and pulled on a jacket without pulling on a shirt.
He exited the tent just in time to see a man exit the one opposite him, Legolas's tent. He wiped his forehead and through the closing tent flap Redd saw another man covering Legolas in a black blanket. His head disappeared beneath the cloth.
'Is he..?' Redd asked the man. Without a word the man continued his way down towards the great hole in the ground where Redd and his friends had attacked.
Redd was stunned into silence. So many people had died trying to save him, and now he was dead. The Protector, Legolas, was dead.
Redd fell to his knees, suddenly giving into the pain that had wretched him ever since Fallon had died. He began to weep silently just there, unable to hear anything then the ringing in his ears.
From the northeast came the sound of hooves. Several men gathered near the edge of the tent town to get a good look at the newcomer. He was cloaked in an elven dress on a white steed. He leapt from the saddle with grace and ease, carrying a roll of parchment.
'Where is he?' he called out. 'Where is Legolas?'
Redd was brought from his cold world of anguish by the call. He looked over at the man. Standing, he said: 'He is no longer among us.'
'What?' asked the traveler.
'He has passed on.'
'How can that be?' cried the traveler, pulling back his hood. Blonde locks fell on his shoulders, braded back behind pointed ears. His face was sharp and handsome, like the rest of his kind. His eyebrows were knitted together with concern. 'He can't be dead! He was here in secret!'
'He protected us all from a threat that had hung over our heads for a long time. He died after finishing them off.' The gang members that lived in smaller colonies heard of the attack on their heart, and messengers say they have fled or returned home.
'No! He can't be! I have a message! He must receive it!'
Redd decided to humor the elf and took the parchment from him. He unrolled the paper and read over the lines. It was an elven print, but below was translated to many other languages, including that of Rohan.
As Redd continued to read the letter, his eyes widened and his grip tightened on the parchment. He didn't even finish before dropping it and running back towards Legolas's tent.
'Revive him!' he cried. 'Revive Legolas!'
'What's going on?' cried the healer still in the tent. Redd could see Legolas's form beneath the black blanket.
'Revive him! He must live!'
'Why? He won't survive! We had to let him go!'
'We have to save him!'
Redd started pressing down on Legolas's chest and breathing in his mouth, praying that he would come back to life.