Down to the Depths
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"I didn't mean to scare you," she whispered, not wanting to disturb the deadly silence. "I couldn't see anything," she explained as they pressed on. They could see Aragorn ahead of them and ran to catch up.
She gasped as she stepped into what seemed to be a pit of mist. Whitish blue mist swirled all around them, and again she couldn't see anything. But she didn't want to cry out or anything. She'd find her way eventually. She felt around, trying to part the mist until she could feel rock. She had no idea which direction she was moving in, but she stuck close to the rock. She couldn't even see her own feet when she looked down. The mist wasn't suffocating her, but it just clung to her.
All of a sudden, she stopped. There was a rumbling noise shaking the ground. Right in front of her, a large stone had just been erected. She started heading around it, but something green jumped out at her. She jumped back, stunned as the shape of a man quickly formed in front of her. He was wearing very old armor, and looked tired. He also looked angry.
Gripping her sword, she wondered if she could even touch this thing, or would the blade go right through him. It was time to find out. He tried to strike her, but she blocked him and started swinging away. She defeated the knight with minimal difficulty, and when she did the stone was destroyed. Slowly taking in what she'd experienced, she kept moving in the same direction.
Someone else was coming. She braced herself, continuing to slowly move through the mist. Maybe she could avoid it. She didn't like this place at all. Undead things really creeped her out, especially when it was a setting like this where anything could jump out at her. She wanted to defeat the Orcs and see Frodo again, and her anxiety was at its greatest in this enclosed place.
Her heightened sense of awareness left her, and she began to feel dizzy. Not here, she thought. I can pass out anywhere but here. They'll never find me if I do. She staggered a bit, feeling every muscle in her body trying to relax rapidly. She felt nauseous.
Something grabbed her hand. Before she could shriek, a firm hand was over her mouth. "It's all right, it's me," Legolas said. But she could feel her heart beating a thousand times faster.
"This way," he said as he took her by the hand. She held onto it tightly, never wanting to let go. She wanted to pull him back towards her and kiss him. She had an extremely uneasy feeling about this upcoming battle. She feared the little vision Sauron had shown her would come true.
They stood outside a gate, on a very narrow path. Aragorn was turning the crank that was used to open the ancient gate. Inside she could see nothing but stone, and realized that she was still holding Legolas' hand. He looked at her as Aragorn proceeded through the entrance. "Laura? Are you frightened?"
She nodded. "Terrified," she confessed. It wasn't just the place. The bad feeling inside her was growing.
He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do not fear, for your friends are with you," he assured her, gently pushing her forward.
This did offer her a little bit of comfort, since it was from Legolas. She followed him to where Aragorn was standing in the middle of the empty chamber. There was another doorway just before them, but she doubted they were going through this one judging by the echoing voice she could hear. She let go of Legolas' hand and stood by Aragorn. She looked at him, the supposed King that would lead them all to victory. It was a whole lot to ask of one man, especially one so burdened as he was.
"Just remember Aragorn, you are the man," she told him as shapes began to gather around them. "And if these freaks won't follow you into battle, than I still will."
The undead weren't as scary as she thought they would be. Probably because she knew what they were. They all appeared at once, surrounding them. She wasn't sure if they were going to be attacked or not, so she readied herself for a battle. She expected to feel Legola's hand on her shoulder, but she didn't. Turning around, she could see him aiming an arrow at one of the knights.
The leader of them was laughing at the trio. His army seemed a little overconfident. Laura began getting nervous again. That feeling that something terrible was going to happen continued to well up inside her. Frodo needed them. She wanted to urge Aragorn to hurry, but she stood back as he presented his sword after arguing with the leader of the dead.
She almost lost her balance as the place began shaking. Aragorn looked back at the two of them. "They agree to fight. But we must hurry, everything is collapsing!"
Taking off after him, Laura found herself leaping over cracks and dodging boulders as she kept sight of the man and Elf in front of her. There was a point where a small bridge collapsed just as she was beginning to make her way across it. Crying out, she began stumbling back into the darkness below when Legolas caught her and pulled her to safety.
In that moment, she looked directly into his eyes. She rarely did this, because she was afraid that he might be able to read eyes and emotions as well as she could. And she'd been harboring feelings of immense love for him for a very long time now. As she did, she saw fear. She tensed right up when he pulled her back on the ground, and forced herself to run faster than ever to try to get away from it. It made her uneasy to know that Legolas was afraid, even though he had every right to be. At last, they were able to make it out of that cave.
Immediately she went into her dreamlike state again. Stumbling, the ground was the last thing she was able to see. She could hear multitudes and multitudes of voices, shouting. She was on a different battlefield, and the enemies were also different. She found herself surrounded by dark figures, faceless. The voices grew louder, and she realized they were calling her name. A blond haired, blue eyed man helped her to her feet, but it wasn't Legolas. He looked into her eyes. He was surprisingly familiar. His mouth moved, but she wasn't able to make out the words he was saying. As she looked around her, more seemingly familiar faces seemed to appear. In the distance, she saw some sort of temple. The rest of the battle faded away as she walked towards the temple. She could hear a song flowing from it, but just barely. She took one more step...
"I didn't mean to scare you," she whispered, not wanting to disturb the deadly silence. "I couldn't see anything," she explained as they pressed on. They could see Aragorn ahead of them and ran to catch up.
She gasped as she stepped into what seemed to be a pit of mist. Whitish blue mist swirled all around them, and again she couldn't see anything. But she didn't want to cry out or anything. She'd find her way eventually. She felt around, trying to part the mist until she could feel rock. She had no idea which direction she was moving in, but she stuck close to the rock. She couldn't even see her own feet when she looked down. The mist wasn't suffocating her, but it just clung to her.
All of a sudden, she stopped. There was a rumbling noise shaking the ground. Right in front of her, a large stone had just been erected. She started heading around it, but something green jumped out at her. She jumped back, stunned as the shape of a man quickly formed in front of her. He was wearing very old armor, and looked tired. He also looked angry.
Gripping her sword, she wondered if she could even touch this thing, or would the blade go right through him. It was time to find out. He tried to strike her, but she blocked him and started swinging away. She defeated the knight with minimal difficulty, and when she did the stone was destroyed. Slowly taking in what she'd experienced, she kept moving in the same direction.
Someone else was coming. She braced herself, continuing to slowly move through the mist. Maybe she could avoid it. She didn't like this place at all. Undead things really creeped her out, especially when it was a setting like this where anything could jump out at her. She wanted to defeat the Orcs and see Frodo again, and her anxiety was at its greatest in this enclosed place.
Her heightened sense of awareness left her, and she began to feel dizzy. Not here, she thought. I can pass out anywhere but here. They'll never find me if I do. She staggered a bit, feeling every muscle in her body trying to relax rapidly. She felt nauseous.
Something grabbed her hand. Before she could shriek, a firm hand was over her mouth. "It's all right, it's me," Legolas said. But she could feel her heart beating a thousand times faster.
"This way," he said as he took her by the hand. She held onto it tightly, never wanting to let go. She wanted to pull him back towards her and kiss him. She had an extremely uneasy feeling about this upcoming battle. She feared the little vision Sauron had shown her would come true.
They stood outside a gate, on a very narrow path. Aragorn was turning the crank that was used to open the ancient gate. Inside she could see nothing but stone, and realized that she was still holding Legolas' hand. He looked at her as Aragorn proceeded through the entrance. "Laura? Are you frightened?"
She nodded. "Terrified," she confessed. It wasn't just the place. The bad feeling inside her was growing.
He placed a hand on her shoulder. "Do not fear, for your friends are with you," he assured her, gently pushing her forward.
This did offer her a little bit of comfort, since it was from Legolas. She followed him to where Aragorn was standing in the middle of the empty chamber. There was another doorway just before them, but she doubted they were going through this one judging by the echoing voice she could hear. She let go of Legolas' hand and stood by Aragorn. She looked at him, the supposed King that would lead them all to victory. It was a whole lot to ask of one man, especially one so burdened as he was.
"Just remember Aragorn, you are the man," she told him as shapes began to gather around them. "And if these freaks won't follow you into battle, than I still will."
The undead weren't as scary as she thought they would be. Probably because she knew what they were. They all appeared at once, surrounding them. She wasn't sure if they were going to be attacked or not, so she readied herself for a battle. She expected to feel Legola's hand on her shoulder, but she didn't. Turning around, she could see him aiming an arrow at one of the knights.
The leader of them was laughing at the trio. His army seemed a little overconfident. Laura began getting nervous again. That feeling that something terrible was going to happen continued to well up inside her. Frodo needed them. She wanted to urge Aragorn to hurry, but she stood back as he presented his sword after arguing with the leader of the dead.
She almost lost her balance as the place began shaking. Aragorn looked back at the two of them. "They agree to fight. But we must hurry, everything is collapsing!"
Taking off after him, Laura found herself leaping over cracks and dodging boulders as she kept sight of the man and Elf in front of her. There was a point where a small bridge collapsed just as she was beginning to make her way across it. Crying out, she began stumbling back into the darkness below when Legolas caught her and pulled her to safety.
In that moment, she looked directly into his eyes. She rarely did this, because she was afraid that he might be able to read eyes and emotions as well as she could. And she'd been harboring feelings of immense love for him for a very long time now. As she did, she saw fear. She tensed right up when he pulled her back on the ground, and forced herself to run faster than ever to try to get away from it. It made her uneasy to know that Legolas was afraid, even though he had every right to be. At last, they were able to make it out of that cave.
Immediately she went into her dreamlike state again. Stumbling, the ground was the last thing she was able to see. She could hear multitudes and multitudes of voices, shouting. She was on a different battlefield, and the enemies were also different. She found herself surrounded by dark figures, faceless. The voices grew louder, and she realized they were calling her name. A blond haired, blue eyed man helped her to her feet, but it wasn't Legolas. He looked into her eyes. He was surprisingly familiar. His mouth moved, but she wasn't able to make out the words he was saying. As she looked around her, more seemingly familiar faces seemed to appear. In the distance, she saw some sort of temple. The rest of the battle faded away as she walked towards the temple. She could hear a song flowing from it, but just barely. She took one more step...
