A/N A profound apology to all my readers for not updating in the past 3
months. There is no excuse for it. I just got weighed down with work and
couldn't get motivated to write. But I'm back now.
TKF: yes it is very cool, isn't it? Sheep. lol. What response? Oh well, whatever. And here I am, updating before you...MUAH HA HA...right, I'm done now.
Hex: cough hypocrite cough...how could I end my chapter with a cliffhanger? Well, lets say I learn well from a certain SOMEONE. Ahem. Yes, well, Mattes is Prince Novirion. As for the rest of your questions...they will be answered...eventually.
PiratesAreCool: have I ever told you how much I love your pen name? Do I still update more than any other story? But I'm updating now, so all's well.
And without further ado...
~*~*~Chapter 13~*~*~
Meleth wiped her eyes with her sleeves as she tore out of the gates of Rivendell. 'He's dead. My beloved. How will I ever survive without him? We could have been married...' She shook her head as tears started rolling down her face. Now was not the time for feeling sorry for herself. 'You caused this, Meleth. They were looking for you, and you know it. They killed him. Your fault...you...you.' Meleth slipped into a state of numbness as her horse rode on.
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Mattes stared in disbelief. "What? Dead? Gone? Where?" He sat down on the bed.
Drie dried her tears. "It was said you died on the battle field. Meleth called for me and asked if you were alive. When I said no, she gave me a list of things to get for her. It was simple things, like tea, soap, more hair pins, etc. When I got back, she was gone. The only thing missing was the food from the room, and her knife."
Mattes stood up and stared silently out of the window for a few minutes before turning around and clapping his hands twice. "Alright. Drie, everything is going to be ok. Meleth has most likely gone to Mirkwood. I'll get the essentials and head after her with Lord Elrond's guards. We must find her as soon as possible. You are to pack up her things and have them ready for Lord Elrond when he asks for them," with that Mattes walked out of the room.
Drie stared in shock after him. She still didn't know how he managed to be alive. She shook her head to clear it. She had work to do.
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Meleth stopped by a stream in a clearing in the middle of the woods. She unrolled the bed roll she had taken from the stable storage stall. She tied her horse up and lay down, covering herself with her cloak. Silently, she cried herself to sleep.
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Mattes sat on his horse at the head of a group of guards outside the gates of Rivendell. He suddenly dismounted, running toward a white spot on the ground. He picked up the fallen handkerchief with the 'M' embroidered in purple on it.
"Come! She has been this way and not long ago! We ride!" Mattes called running back to his horse.
As they charged forward, Mattes found his mind racing. 'She never answered. She thinks I'm dead. She never answered. What if she's dead? She never answered..."
As Mattes rode on, he became numb with fear. It wasn't safe for Meleth to be out in the woods, alone. Hopefully if they rode all night, they would be able to get to her. She would stop to sleep, but they wouldn't. They had to find her.
An hour later, they came across the clearing Meleth was sleeping in. Mattes threw himself off his horse next to her. Meleth's eyes fluttered open. "Mattes? My love? You're not dead! I love you!" She kissed him and started sobbing. Mattes took her in his arms.
"Shhh, shhh. You're ok. Everything will be ok. Have no fear," Mattes whispered into her ear, gently rocking her. After she fell asleep, he picked her up and set her in front of him on his horse. Her horse would follow. He knew it was not safe for them to be out in the woods at night. The prophecy was coming true, and Sandolin would know their every move. They had to get to Mirkwood as fast as possible. It was a 3 day journey if they stopped only briefly to rest their horses.
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Sandolin screamed in frustration as he hurled a chair out the window of his tower. He had watched the whole scene in his enchanted bowl. He knew he had to get his orcs out there, and fast. This prophecy must not come true.
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Three days later, the elfin party was exhausted. It was a miracle the horses were still alive. They had been going almost non-stop since they had found Meleth. Mattes was starting to feel confident they would get to Mirkwood before the orcs found them. He was still worried about Meleth and his proposal, because she still hadn't given him an answer. But he reasoned that she had been through a lot in the past couple of days. They should get over the next hill and see Mirkwood, the Rivendell guards said. When they reached the hill, they rested for a moment, stretched their legs, and watered the horses. Suddenly, a band of orcs burst out of the woods behind them and started shooting arrows. The group of elves mounted quickly and raced for the gates of Mirkwood. Meleth cried out in pain as an arrow hit her shoulder, but she rode on. Mattes was so intent on getting to the gates, he didn't even hear her cry.
The gates opened as the group approached, and they raced inside, glad to be safe. The males dismounted while Meleth fell off her horse, unconscious. Healers rushed forward and scooped her up, running off to the healing halls with her.
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Sandolin screamed again, this time throwing a couch out the window. He had been foiled again. If this kept up, he would have no furniture left. He really should break that habit...
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"Wait!" Mattes called out. "I haven't had a chance to talk to her!"
"She needs to be looked to; she was hit with an orc arrow that was probably poisoned. I assure you we will have the best healer attending to her," an unknown voice said from behind Mattes.
Mattes slowly turned around and looked into the face of the king. "Father?"
TKF: yes it is very cool, isn't it? Sheep. lol. What response? Oh well, whatever. And here I am, updating before you...MUAH HA HA...right, I'm done now.
Hex: cough hypocrite cough...how could I end my chapter with a cliffhanger? Well, lets say I learn well from a certain SOMEONE. Ahem. Yes, well, Mattes is Prince Novirion. As for the rest of your questions...they will be answered...eventually.
PiratesAreCool: have I ever told you how much I love your pen name? Do I still update more than any other story? But I'm updating now, so all's well.
And without further ado...
~*~*~Chapter 13~*~*~
Meleth wiped her eyes with her sleeves as she tore out of the gates of Rivendell. 'He's dead. My beloved. How will I ever survive without him? We could have been married...' She shook her head as tears started rolling down her face. Now was not the time for feeling sorry for herself. 'You caused this, Meleth. They were looking for you, and you know it. They killed him. Your fault...you...you.' Meleth slipped into a state of numbness as her horse rode on.
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Mattes stared in disbelief. "What? Dead? Gone? Where?" He sat down on the bed.
Drie dried her tears. "It was said you died on the battle field. Meleth called for me and asked if you were alive. When I said no, she gave me a list of things to get for her. It was simple things, like tea, soap, more hair pins, etc. When I got back, she was gone. The only thing missing was the food from the room, and her knife."
Mattes stood up and stared silently out of the window for a few minutes before turning around and clapping his hands twice. "Alright. Drie, everything is going to be ok. Meleth has most likely gone to Mirkwood. I'll get the essentials and head after her with Lord Elrond's guards. We must find her as soon as possible. You are to pack up her things and have them ready for Lord Elrond when he asks for them," with that Mattes walked out of the room.
Drie stared in shock after him. She still didn't know how he managed to be alive. She shook her head to clear it. She had work to do.
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Meleth stopped by a stream in a clearing in the middle of the woods. She unrolled the bed roll she had taken from the stable storage stall. She tied her horse up and lay down, covering herself with her cloak. Silently, she cried herself to sleep.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Mattes sat on his horse at the head of a group of guards outside the gates of Rivendell. He suddenly dismounted, running toward a white spot on the ground. He picked up the fallen handkerchief with the 'M' embroidered in purple on it.
"Come! She has been this way and not long ago! We ride!" Mattes called running back to his horse.
As they charged forward, Mattes found his mind racing. 'She never answered. She thinks I'm dead. She never answered. What if she's dead? She never answered..."
As Mattes rode on, he became numb with fear. It wasn't safe for Meleth to be out in the woods, alone. Hopefully if they rode all night, they would be able to get to her. She would stop to sleep, but they wouldn't. They had to find her.
An hour later, they came across the clearing Meleth was sleeping in. Mattes threw himself off his horse next to her. Meleth's eyes fluttered open. "Mattes? My love? You're not dead! I love you!" She kissed him and started sobbing. Mattes took her in his arms.
"Shhh, shhh. You're ok. Everything will be ok. Have no fear," Mattes whispered into her ear, gently rocking her. After she fell asleep, he picked her up and set her in front of him on his horse. Her horse would follow. He knew it was not safe for them to be out in the woods at night. The prophecy was coming true, and Sandolin would know their every move. They had to get to Mirkwood as fast as possible. It was a 3 day journey if they stopped only briefly to rest their horses.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Sandolin screamed in frustration as he hurled a chair out the window of his tower. He had watched the whole scene in his enchanted bowl. He knew he had to get his orcs out there, and fast. This prophecy must not come true.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Three days later, the elfin party was exhausted. It was a miracle the horses were still alive. They had been going almost non-stop since they had found Meleth. Mattes was starting to feel confident they would get to Mirkwood before the orcs found them. He was still worried about Meleth and his proposal, because she still hadn't given him an answer. But he reasoned that she had been through a lot in the past couple of days. They should get over the next hill and see Mirkwood, the Rivendell guards said. When they reached the hill, they rested for a moment, stretched their legs, and watered the horses. Suddenly, a band of orcs burst out of the woods behind them and started shooting arrows. The group of elves mounted quickly and raced for the gates of Mirkwood. Meleth cried out in pain as an arrow hit her shoulder, but she rode on. Mattes was so intent on getting to the gates, he didn't even hear her cry.
The gates opened as the group approached, and they raced inside, glad to be safe. The males dismounted while Meleth fell off her horse, unconscious. Healers rushed forward and scooped her up, running off to the healing halls with her.
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Sandolin screamed again, this time throwing a couch out the window. He had been foiled again. If this kept up, he would have no furniture left. He really should break that habit...
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"Wait!" Mattes called out. "I haven't had a chance to talk to her!"
"She needs to be looked to; she was hit with an orc arrow that was probably poisoned. I assure you we will have the best healer attending to her," an unknown voice said from behind Mattes.
Mattes slowly turned around and looked into the face of the king. "Father?"
