Chapter6
BACK IN HOBBITON: BLUEMOSS RESIDENCE. NEXT DAY
Ira's POV
Ira studied her reflection in the mirror with disdain. She would never be able to pull it off. She looked at her particularly hobbity skirt and proper blouse, the daisy tucked behind her ear, and the light yellowish eye color she was wearing.
She had to admit, she did look almost hobbit-normal, but her hair still made her stand out. It was so short. Barely reaching past her ears. And it was the wrong color. Hobbit's mostly having red, or reddish brown.
Hers looked like she had rubbed last nights cooking ashes in it. She smiled bitterly. 'Oh well' she thought. She folded a light yellow scarf, and tied it over her ears, covering her disgraceful hair completely.
She then started off towards Hobbiton market once more. But this time she was refusing to hide...
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ON THE ROADS TO THE SHIRE
Legolas's POV
He was making good time. Being already far, far away from Mirkwood. Legolas smiled and wondered if he would hear the sounding alarms all the way out here. There would be enough of them.
He squinted at the sun. He had traveled all night, and on into morning. But his footsteps were as light, and airy as when he had first set out. Lembas was excellent fuel. And being full blooded elf, he needn't much to keep going at the rate he was.
He sighed and figured that he still needed to rest sometime or other. He didn't want to collapse later on when he needed his strength.
He stopped abruptly. But his ears faintly heard another step being taken, before all was quiet. He was being followed.
He pretended to look about casually, and stretched his arms up above his head...
As they came down though, one grabbed his bow, and the other, an arrow. He aimed and shot where the sound had come from before, in less then a split second.
He heard the muffled, but solid thump of an arrow hitting flesh. And knew he had found his mark. He braced himself for an attack. Notching another arrow, and waiting for his pursuer to emerge.
Out of the under growth toppled Mouros Redoak.
Legolas was stunned for a moment. He had expected an orc, or some other foul thing. But this was much worse.
"WHY are you following me!" Legolas bellowed at Mouros, who was now looking up from the blood-darkened earth, eyes painful. The arrow had entered the flesh near his shoulder, and passed clean out the other side.
Mouros moved himself to a sitting position and glared at the ground. Legolas rushed forward unsheathing a blade silently as he went.
"Do not move,' Legolas growled "even though you, by all means, deserve to die, I will not allow it. I am not a murderer." He finished. He then cut the loose fabric surrounding the wound. Digging deep in his pack, he produced a packet of healing herbs.
Crushing these inside of a fist, he then pressed them to the wound. Mouros reached up and held them there. Being schooled in Elf medical lore as well. Legolas stormed off, a swirling mass of emotions, and began to search through the trees.
He came to a rather large one with greenish blue bark, and stopped. It was the right one. He notched the bark near the bottom and pulled off a long strip. He then rolled it up, and slid it inside pocket.
When he reached where Mouros was lying pitifully, he opened his water skin, and dipped the bark inside. Pulling the softened bark out quickly, he began to wind it around the wound.
It dried in seconds, and Mouros had a thick layer of protection, and a way to stop the bleeding.
Legolas smiled grimly. "You will turn back now Mouros. You are finished, and will go home. You will NOT speak of this to my father, nor to anyone else, do you understand? If you continue to pursue me, the next time you are sighted, you will die." He said.
"No my Prince. I cannot go back. I must find Ira. I plan to purpose. I wish her to be my wife, as I have wished all of these short years that she was within my company." Mouros answered curtly.
"Well, as much as it pains me to keep you from your love, I will not allow it. Ira has a new life, and it will stay that way. Now, do you wish to turn back? Or would you like me to just bind you and leave you here, hmmm?" Said Legolas, and he meant it.
So Mouros turned back with a heavy heart, and a hot and growing hate for the Prince burning through him as well.
Author: Sorry this is so short. I thought it was a good chappie anyway. I am still stuck, so sorry if updates are later that usual.
THANX!
Don't forget to REVIEW!
Pippinsgal011890
BACK IN HOBBITON: BLUEMOSS RESIDENCE. NEXT DAY
Ira's POV
Ira studied her reflection in the mirror with disdain. She would never be able to pull it off. She looked at her particularly hobbity skirt and proper blouse, the daisy tucked behind her ear, and the light yellowish eye color she was wearing.
She had to admit, she did look almost hobbit-normal, but her hair still made her stand out. It was so short. Barely reaching past her ears. And it was the wrong color. Hobbit's mostly having red, or reddish brown.
Hers looked like she had rubbed last nights cooking ashes in it. She smiled bitterly. 'Oh well' she thought. She folded a light yellow scarf, and tied it over her ears, covering her disgraceful hair completely.
She then started off towards Hobbiton market once more. But this time she was refusing to hide...
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? ?????
ON THE ROADS TO THE SHIRE
Legolas's POV
He was making good time. Being already far, far away from Mirkwood. Legolas smiled and wondered if he would hear the sounding alarms all the way out here. There would be enough of them.
He squinted at the sun. He had traveled all night, and on into morning. But his footsteps were as light, and airy as when he had first set out. Lembas was excellent fuel. And being full blooded elf, he needn't much to keep going at the rate he was.
He sighed and figured that he still needed to rest sometime or other. He didn't want to collapse later on when he needed his strength.
He stopped abruptly. But his ears faintly heard another step being taken, before all was quiet. He was being followed.
He pretended to look about casually, and stretched his arms up above his head...
As they came down though, one grabbed his bow, and the other, an arrow. He aimed and shot where the sound had come from before, in less then a split second.
He heard the muffled, but solid thump of an arrow hitting flesh. And knew he had found his mark. He braced himself for an attack. Notching another arrow, and waiting for his pursuer to emerge.
Out of the under growth toppled Mouros Redoak.
Legolas was stunned for a moment. He had expected an orc, or some other foul thing. But this was much worse.
"WHY are you following me!" Legolas bellowed at Mouros, who was now looking up from the blood-darkened earth, eyes painful. The arrow had entered the flesh near his shoulder, and passed clean out the other side.
Mouros moved himself to a sitting position and glared at the ground. Legolas rushed forward unsheathing a blade silently as he went.
"Do not move,' Legolas growled "even though you, by all means, deserve to die, I will not allow it. I am not a murderer." He finished. He then cut the loose fabric surrounding the wound. Digging deep in his pack, he produced a packet of healing herbs.
Crushing these inside of a fist, he then pressed them to the wound. Mouros reached up and held them there. Being schooled in Elf medical lore as well. Legolas stormed off, a swirling mass of emotions, and began to search through the trees.
He came to a rather large one with greenish blue bark, and stopped. It was the right one. He notched the bark near the bottom and pulled off a long strip. He then rolled it up, and slid it inside pocket.
When he reached where Mouros was lying pitifully, he opened his water skin, and dipped the bark inside. Pulling the softened bark out quickly, he began to wind it around the wound.
It dried in seconds, and Mouros had a thick layer of protection, and a way to stop the bleeding.
Legolas smiled grimly. "You will turn back now Mouros. You are finished, and will go home. You will NOT speak of this to my father, nor to anyone else, do you understand? If you continue to pursue me, the next time you are sighted, you will die." He said.
"No my Prince. I cannot go back. I must find Ira. I plan to purpose. I wish her to be my wife, as I have wished all of these short years that she was within my company." Mouros answered curtly.
"Well, as much as it pains me to keep you from your love, I will not allow it. Ira has a new life, and it will stay that way. Now, do you wish to turn back? Or would you like me to just bind you and leave you here, hmmm?" Said Legolas, and he meant it.
So Mouros turned back with a heavy heart, and a hot and growing hate for the Prince burning through him as well.
Author: Sorry this is so short. I thought it was a good chappie anyway. I am still stuck, so sorry if updates are later that usual.
THANX!
Don't forget to REVIEW!
Pippinsgal011890