A/N: You should read the other author's note.
The other A/N: I stole Legolas! Ah Ha ha ha! -_- I wish. *sniff* oh well, a girl can dream, eh? *clutches Legolas plushie* and I stole Kalia. Wait. . . why would I want to? I already own her. *blink* riiiiight. Anyway. . . Thanks for reviewing everybody! I'm glad you like it so far!
6. Leaving.
Legolas lay awake for a long while that night, staring at the ceiling and going over Kalia's story in his head. After about the twentieth time of this, his mind began to truly wrap around it. He hadn't even been aware of the existence of the Tuathe, nor of their alliance with his people. In all the books and tales, he had never heard anyone speak of them, not even his own father. He finally fell into a short, troubled sleep, marred with dreams of fire and blood. He woke with a start and jumped up, glancing out the window. He could see the moon slowly descending, meaning it was still very late. Paying this no heed, the elf strode out of his room and down the stairs to the second level, straight into his father's study. He had known his father would be here, for the king never slept for very long. Thranduil was currently bent over the desk, a deeply troubled look on his face as he read something. The elderly elf looked up upon hearing someone enter, and nodded to his son.
"Ada," Legolas said, walking up to his father, "I've just heard something. A story that involved the race of people known as Tuathe." The King of Mirkwood's face darkened considerably at the mention of these people.
"What of them?" he asked stiffly, sitting down and indicating his son to do likewise. However, the prince remained standing.
"I want to know more about them, who they are, why the alliance between our people failed, why they are not mentioned in any stories-good or bad." Thranduil sighed.
"Very well, though how you found out about them surprises me. Few are left who know about them. Their race is an old one, nearly as old as ours, though they were far more different. None are left now."
"That's not true," Legolas cut in. "The person who told me of them. . . they are one." the King looked skeptical.
"I find that hard to believe. Our alliance was destroyed because long after it had been formed and we'd come to trust them, we found one of our best warriors infatuated with the leader of their armies. . . a woman, Railien I believe her name was." Hearing the name caused Legolas' eyes to darken, especially at this new information. He was silent, however, and let his father continue.
"Well, no one saw anything wrong with that, since she treated everyone with respect, or so we thought. The next morning, we found the same warrior dead, not two miles from their camp. Railien's dagger embedded in his heart." Thranduil looked down. "Naturally, we broke the alliance, but we did not proclaim war on the people as they were too few to do anything. They shrank out of memory, though we kept tabs on them. . . there was something about those people, that one couldn't get very angry with them, and we would come to their aid if they needed it even though we did not trust them any longer."
"A few years after that, we received word that a battle had gone on, and that Railien had died. We did not know how this had slipped past our eyes, but it did. We found there had also been a raiding, and the only town left of the Tuathe had been burned to the ground." Thranduil looked up at his son. "From what we found, exploring, none survived."
"A few did," Legolas said. "Some had not been in the town the time of the fire, and a few who had managed to escape."
"If what you say is true, there is a way you can prove this person really is a Tuathe. Every single one of them has a mark on his or her arm, of a black rose with a white snake wrapped around it. It is the brand of the people, for they were-are very guarded and trust few." He looked back down at the parchment he'd been reading. "If that is all, I have much business to attend to." Legolas nodded and stood, his gaze also straying to what his father held.
"Ada, what has happened?" He asked in concern, noting the seal and the look on his father's face. Thranduil looked back up.
"The prisoner you brought in has escaped," he said gravely. "But that is nothing to worry about, we will find-" Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Legolas had disappeared, running as fast as he could towards Kalia's home. It was dark, and he saw with fear panging him the woman's window had been thrown open and the glass was partially broken. He pounded on the door, and not receiving an answer eventually managed to get it open.
The first thing he noticed was the entire house was in complete disarray. The table and chairs had been knocked over, and many things had been broken. He found Asolan lying on the ground, out cold. When he revived him, the human's eyes snapped open, unnaturally bright. His breathing came in great, uneven gasps.
"He took her!" he said hoarsely, seeing the prince. "Kalia. . . she is a-"
"I know, she told me. Do you know where he might have taken her?" Legolas asked.
"Last. . . last I knew, he'd set up in a. . .a place not far from here. Plains. . . can see it clearly. . . large fortress. He. . . he is regrouping. . . he thinks there are. . . there are more of them. More than there are, that. . . is. He plans to. . . to get them together again. . . and destroy them all. . ." Asolan's eyes closed again after he said this, and did not open again. Legolas saw then the mortal wound, bleeding very freely. He closed his eyes, then ran up the stairs to Kalia's room. Blood there was here also, but not as much, and he couldn't tell whose it was. He saw a sword lying in a corner, and he grabbed it without a second thought. Racing out of the house, the elf ran back to the stables and mounted his horse, taking off and hoping he could find this place before it was too late. . . and that he would be able to help.
A/N: Muwahahaha! Cliffhanger! Sorry, had to have one somewhere just because I'm that evil. *grins wickedly* What's going to happen? Is she gonna be alright? Does She have the brand? Why does Tokilor hate Tuathe people? If ya want the answers, you gotta review! *points to button* Just press, go on, you know it'll make ya feel good. *nod*
The other A/N: I stole Legolas! Ah Ha ha ha! -_- I wish. *sniff* oh well, a girl can dream, eh? *clutches Legolas plushie* and I stole Kalia. Wait. . . why would I want to? I already own her. *blink* riiiiight. Anyway. . . Thanks for reviewing everybody! I'm glad you like it so far!
6. Leaving.
Legolas lay awake for a long while that night, staring at the ceiling and going over Kalia's story in his head. After about the twentieth time of this, his mind began to truly wrap around it. He hadn't even been aware of the existence of the Tuathe, nor of their alliance with his people. In all the books and tales, he had never heard anyone speak of them, not even his own father. He finally fell into a short, troubled sleep, marred with dreams of fire and blood. He woke with a start and jumped up, glancing out the window. He could see the moon slowly descending, meaning it was still very late. Paying this no heed, the elf strode out of his room and down the stairs to the second level, straight into his father's study. He had known his father would be here, for the king never slept for very long. Thranduil was currently bent over the desk, a deeply troubled look on his face as he read something. The elderly elf looked up upon hearing someone enter, and nodded to his son.
"Ada," Legolas said, walking up to his father, "I've just heard something. A story that involved the race of people known as Tuathe." The King of Mirkwood's face darkened considerably at the mention of these people.
"What of them?" he asked stiffly, sitting down and indicating his son to do likewise. However, the prince remained standing.
"I want to know more about them, who they are, why the alliance between our people failed, why they are not mentioned in any stories-good or bad." Thranduil sighed.
"Very well, though how you found out about them surprises me. Few are left who know about them. Their race is an old one, nearly as old as ours, though they were far more different. None are left now."
"That's not true," Legolas cut in. "The person who told me of them. . . they are one." the King looked skeptical.
"I find that hard to believe. Our alliance was destroyed because long after it had been formed and we'd come to trust them, we found one of our best warriors infatuated with the leader of their armies. . . a woman, Railien I believe her name was." Hearing the name caused Legolas' eyes to darken, especially at this new information. He was silent, however, and let his father continue.
"Well, no one saw anything wrong with that, since she treated everyone with respect, or so we thought. The next morning, we found the same warrior dead, not two miles from their camp. Railien's dagger embedded in his heart." Thranduil looked down. "Naturally, we broke the alliance, but we did not proclaim war on the people as they were too few to do anything. They shrank out of memory, though we kept tabs on them. . . there was something about those people, that one couldn't get very angry with them, and we would come to their aid if they needed it even though we did not trust them any longer."
"A few years after that, we received word that a battle had gone on, and that Railien had died. We did not know how this had slipped past our eyes, but it did. We found there had also been a raiding, and the only town left of the Tuathe had been burned to the ground." Thranduil looked up at his son. "From what we found, exploring, none survived."
"A few did," Legolas said. "Some had not been in the town the time of the fire, and a few who had managed to escape."
"If what you say is true, there is a way you can prove this person really is a Tuathe. Every single one of them has a mark on his or her arm, of a black rose with a white snake wrapped around it. It is the brand of the people, for they were-are very guarded and trust few." He looked back down at the parchment he'd been reading. "If that is all, I have much business to attend to." Legolas nodded and stood, his gaze also straying to what his father held.
"Ada, what has happened?" He asked in concern, noting the seal and the look on his father's face. Thranduil looked back up.
"The prisoner you brought in has escaped," he said gravely. "But that is nothing to worry about, we will find-" Almost before the words were out of his mouth, Legolas had disappeared, running as fast as he could towards Kalia's home. It was dark, and he saw with fear panging him the woman's window had been thrown open and the glass was partially broken. He pounded on the door, and not receiving an answer eventually managed to get it open.
The first thing he noticed was the entire house was in complete disarray. The table and chairs had been knocked over, and many things had been broken. He found Asolan lying on the ground, out cold. When he revived him, the human's eyes snapped open, unnaturally bright. His breathing came in great, uneven gasps.
"He took her!" he said hoarsely, seeing the prince. "Kalia. . . she is a-"
"I know, she told me. Do you know where he might have taken her?" Legolas asked.
"Last. . . last I knew, he'd set up in a. . .a place not far from here. Plains. . . can see it clearly. . . large fortress. He. . . he is regrouping. . . he thinks there are. . . there are more of them. More than there are, that. . . is. He plans to. . . to get them together again. . . and destroy them all. . ." Asolan's eyes closed again after he said this, and did not open again. Legolas saw then the mortal wound, bleeding very freely. He closed his eyes, then ran up the stairs to Kalia's room. Blood there was here also, but not as much, and he couldn't tell whose it was. He saw a sword lying in a corner, and he grabbed it without a second thought. Racing out of the house, the elf ran back to the stables and mounted his horse, taking off and hoping he could find this place before it was too late. . . and that he would be able to help.
A/N: Muwahahaha! Cliffhanger! Sorry, had to have one somewhere just because I'm that evil. *grins wickedly* What's going to happen? Is she gonna be alright? Does She have the brand? Why does Tokilor hate Tuathe people? If ya want the answers, you gotta review! *points to button* Just press, go on, you know it'll make ya feel good. *nod*