When Will the Sun Shine Again
Chapter 15- Fight
Wow, so many swear words on one review screen. I apologise for my total evilness, it is second nature you see. To respond to reviews would probably be a tad redundant as I think I got the gist of your feelings toward Astalder lol. Man you guys will hate me…aha, remember, if you kill me you wont get any more updates *goes and hides under desk* enjoy! CAUTION this chap may be an R rating for violence, I don't know, I think it's okay, but have caution in case it's a lil nasty for those who are a wee bit fragile lol.
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He stood silently among the trees like a shadow. His hair was lifted by the slight breeze of the morning and drifted lazily around him like a halo, caressing his face with its silky tendrils. The trees whispered reassurance and Legolas felt utter tranquillity from his surroundings.
Then, out of nowhere, a sharp, hateful battle-cry split the air like a knife through flesh. Legolas spun round and Astalder was there, fighting knives in his grasp. He advanced faster than an arrow, his arms slashing back and forth as he forced the Mirkwood prince to retreat back flipping backwards to avoid the scythe-like slices that rushed at him. Legolas ducked under another hit and brought his fist up into the Eryn Vorn elf's face, smiling in satisfaction as he felt bone crack and cartilage squelch beneath his hand. As Astalder reeled, Legolas stood back to full height, hammering his fist into the other elf's stomach, enjoying the gurgled gasp that was brought forth as knuckle met flesh.
Legolas drew his own knives from their holders on his back, twirling them impressively in his slender fingers, before clutching them in a stone like grasp. He rushed towards Astalder who had recovered, though blood was still flowing from his shattered nose like a river. Astalder lunged towards him, his blade catching Legolas' shirt and ripping through the thin fabric, leaving a small gash where the metal grazed his skin. Legolas stopped a moment, registering the blow, then his lightning fast reflexes took hold and he spun under another lunge, avoiding the brunt of the blow though he felt a hit on his arm and his warm blood began flowing down his limb, sticking his tunic sleeve to his tensed skin. Anger took hold of the Mirkwood elf and gritting his teeth he twirled his knives one more time before running towards Astalder before the other elf even realised he had recovered. With a smile of triumph Legolas punched upwards with the heel of his hand, hitting Astalder's shattered nose once more, and when the other elf was reeling he jabbed his knife into Astalder's stomach and turned it viciously, watching with satisfaction as the Eryn Vorn elf slid to the ground, blood gurgling from him and staining the vibrant green grass. A possessed laugh burst forth from Legolas' mouth, he was gasping from exertion but still cackling like a mad man, that is until he looked down and saw the knife sticking from his own stomach. He saw triumph in the eyes of the reawakened Astalder kneeling in front of him, blood still trickling down his front. With a gasp and a cry of disbelief, Legolas slumped to the ground, his eyes closing as the life ebbed from him.
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Legolas sat up with a horrified gasp, he looked downwards and clutched his stomach, checking for knives or gashes or something stuck into him. Satisfied he was not in mortal danger Legolas lay back down, sweat sticking his night garments to his body and his heart hammering in his chest. When his breathing returned to its normal tranquil throb, he stared through the window by his bed and tried to relax. The moon was waxing full in the sky, and it always comforted him to see the lights of the stars glittering above him. To calm him somewhat he opened his mouth, and snatchings of song poured forth like water.
"A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna míriel, o menel aglar elenath! Na-chaered palan-díriel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, sí nef aearon!" His quiet voice echoed round his chambers as he finished his verse, feeling far more relaxed after singing to Elbereth, a song that was sung many times in the halls of Rivendell where he lay.
My dreams haunt me, the raw hatred that resides in my soul frightens me. It is not the way of the elves to hate another of our kind so forcefully, it is unnatural and disconcerting. I wish I did not feel such dangerous passion, but I have no control. Seeing him with Arwen makes my blood run cold, the thought of him near her just stirs my anger, but tomorrow whatever the outcome he will be gone, and Arwen will be free of the thrall he must hold over her. I must get rest in order for me to fight well in the morning. May the Valar bring me peace and Elbereth bring light into the darkness in my soul. With these thoughts and his eyes fixed on the twinkling stars he fell into a tranquil slumber.
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Okay, you guys are gonna hate me even more for making it so short and all, but lots of the stories I read have chapters that are always this long…okay I wont make excuses in case you come kill me, but as I have had massive writers block I just decided to stick this bit up as a sort of teaser, and to reassure you I'm not dead (although you'll probably all wanna kill me after this). Plus because of my writers block, I don't know about the quality of my work at the mo, so I want all your opinions on whether that was the right sorta fight scene you like, or whether you want it less graphic or more violent or whatever, so give me your thoughts and views. Don't be too mad at me, the next chap will be up in the next couple of days, I promise! So don't kill/flame/mail bomb me, or no chapter 15 part 2 for you lot! *cries* I hope it was okay for y'all, I may stick the next chap up tomorrow, depends how inspired I am. Thanks for the massive support, it means a lot to me, hopefully you'll like the As(s)talder kicking to come (thanks for that spiffy phrase Loper!) hopefully if you haven't exploded at the size of this chapter I'll see y'all in a couple days, thanks for the support!