A/N: I own only the OC's. Duh. I know the chappy title is kind of
stupid, but hey it's late. *yawns* now, read. *points*
7. Tokilor and Kalia.
"She-demon!" growled Tokilor, glaring at the woman in front of him. Kalia had been tied tightly to a tall, black column, there were scorch marks on her arms, from the hot brand Tokilor had used on her. She smiled with such false sweetness it would make sugar cane look bitter.
"Speak for yourself," she retorted. She'd kicked him numerous times and bitten him once, every time he came near her. Calming slightly, she glared at him. "For the twentieth time, I don't want to be the leader of the damn tribe! I told you, I declined the position, I don't know where the rest of them are. And besides, there are too few of us to care about you any longer."
"I will not rest until your people are dead," he snapped. "Every last one of them. You all-"
"-Killed your family in battle, yes, yes. I heard you the other seven times you told me in the past hour." she rolled her eyes. "Things happen. Get it through your thick skull. You humans are the ones who attacked us first, we just defended ourselves. And besides, you killed nearly all of our people, and left plenty of us without families. How do you feel about that?"
"Good," Tokilor replied. "I never liked your people anyway, even before that."
"I said there were few of us, I didn't say there weren't enough to overtake you," Kalia returned. The human laughed.
"Ah, but that is the beauty of it. . . I am so well protected and guarded in this place, no one could make it through alive. Unless there were specific orders to. And say what you will, I know you have the locations of the other Tuathe. They will come to your aid, because they will feel your pain. Trust me, I read about your people thoroughly, and I know that is one of your abilities." Kalia sighed in exasperation.
"Believe what you will, I am telling you the truth."
"We shall see, Kalia."
Legolas rode hard towards the fortress Asolan had described. He had no doubt it was the one he searched for, because he could feel the darkness around it. That, and it was the only real fortress around his home, in the plains outside of Mirkwood. His keen eyes scanned the fortress as he rode. It looked to be under heavy guard, but no matter. . . He would go in anyway. After all, it was his job to protect the people who lived in his homeland-or it would be, eventually. A few meters away from the stronghold, Legolas stopped, scanning the place for archers or scouts. Seeing none, he slowed to a canter, and rode up to the guards standing beside the tall wooden door.
"What is your business here?" asked one suspiciously.
"I am merely exploring the places around my homeland," the prince answered smoothly. "And actually, I was looking for someone. A girl by the name of Kalia. Has she come here?" Two guards exchanged a glance.
"She is, but she is occupied at the moment. Our lord has business with her."
"I'm sorry but this is urgent."
As Tokilor moved forward with the white-hot brand once more, a loud noise outside directed both of their attention away from each other. Tokilor lowered the weapon and walked over to the door to see what was going on, but did not even have the chance to open it before it was knocked down. Kalia's eyes light up as she saw who it was.
"Let her go," ordered Legolas, in a voice that none other than a prince could muster. Tokilor laughed.
"Ah, what did I tell you? So you are one of her lowly people are you?"
"No," called Kalia, as she worked free of her bonds. "He is an elf, and a good man, something you'll never be."
"Thank you for the compliment," taunted the human, shoving himself up only to fall right back down again, unconscious once more.
"Seems you're copying me," commented the woman, looking over at Legolas. He grinned.
"Are you alright?" He asked, walking over to her. He frowned, seeing the burn wounds on her arm and the cuts on her face. "Apparently not."
"I'll be fine," she responded smoothly. "We have to get out of here, that's our main problem." Still, he took her arm to inspect the marks, and his dark look deepened.
"What?" Kalia also looked down at her arm. "I told you, I'm fine."
"That's not. . ." he said softly, trailing off. Her arm, though very wounded, was bare.
A/N: bwaha! She didn't have the brand! Why, you ask? You'll have to find out in the next chapter, and to get the next chapter, you have to press the nice review button. Go on, press it. Preeesssss iiiiittttt. And no, he wasn't looking at the wrong arm.
7. Tokilor and Kalia.
"She-demon!" growled Tokilor, glaring at the woman in front of him. Kalia had been tied tightly to a tall, black column, there were scorch marks on her arms, from the hot brand Tokilor had used on her. She smiled with such false sweetness it would make sugar cane look bitter.
"Speak for yourself," she retorted. She'd kicked him numerous times and bitten him once, every time he came near her. Calming slightly, she glared at him. "For the twentieth time, I don't want to be the leader of the damn tribe! I told you, I declined the position, I don't know where the rest of them are. And besides, there are too few of us to care about you any longer."
"I will not rest until your people are dead," he snapped. "Every last one of them. You all-"
"-Killed your family in battle, yes, yes. I heard you the other seven times you told me in the past hour." she rolled her eyes. "Things happen. Get it through your thick skull. You humans are the ones who attacked us first, we just defended ourselves. And besides, you killed nearly all of our people, and left plenty of us without families. How do you feel about that?"
"Good," Tokilor replied. "I never liked your people anyway, even before that."
"I said there were few of us, I didn't say there weren't enough to overtake you," Kalia returned. The human laughed.
"Ah, but that is the beauty of it. . . I am so well protected and guarded in this place, no one could make it through alive. Unless there were specific orders to. And say what you will, I know you have the locations of the other Tuathe. They will come to your aid, because they will feel your pain. Trust me, I read about your people thoroughly, and I know that is one of your abilities." Kalia sighed in exasperation.
"Believe what you will, I am telling you the truth."
"We shall see, Kalia."
Legolas rode hard towards the fortress Asolan had described. He had no doubt it was the one he searched for, because he could feel the darkness around it. That, and it was the only real fortress around his home, in the plains outside of Mirkwood. His keen eyes scanned the fortress as he rode. It looked to be under heavy guard, but no matter. . . He would go in anyway. After all, it was his job to protect the people who lived in his homeland-or it would be, eventually. A few meters away from the stronghold, Legolas stopped, scanning the place for archers or scouts. Seeing none, he slowed to a canter, and rode up to the guards standing beside the tall wooden door.
"What is your business here?" asked one suspiciously.
"I am merely exploring the places around my homeland," the prince answered smoothly. "And actually, I was looking for someone. A girl by the name of Kalia. Has she come here?" Two guards exchanged a glance.
"She is, but she is occupied at the moment. Our lord has business with her."
"I'm sorry but this is urgent."
As Tokilor moved forward with the white-hot brand once more, a loud noise outside directed both of their attention away from each other. Tokilor lowered the weapon and walked over to the door to see what was going on, but did not even have the chance to open it before it was knocked down. Kalia's eyes light up as she saw who it was.
"Let her go," ordered Legolas, in a voice that none other than a prince could muster. Tokilor laughed.
"Ah, what did I tell you? So you are one of her lowly people are you?"
"No," called Kalia, as she worked free of her bonds. "He is an elf, and a good man, something you'll never be."
"Thank you for the compliment," taunted the human, shoving himself up only to fall right back down again, unconscious once more.
"Seems you're copying me," commented the woman, looking over at Legolas. He grinned.
"Are you alright?" He asked, walking over to her. He frowned, seeing the burn wounds on her arm and the cuts on her face. "Apparently not."
"I'll be fine," she responded smoothly. "We have to get out of here, that's our main problem." Still, he took her arm to inspect the marks, and his dark look deepened.
"What?" Kalia also looked down at her arm. "I told you, I'm fine."
"That's not. . ." he said softly, trailing off. Her arm, though very wounded, was bare.
A/N: bwaha! She didn't have the brand! Why, you ask? You'll have to find out in the next chapter, and to get the next chapter, you have to press the nice review button. Go on, press it. Preeesssss iiiiittttt. And no, he wasn't looking at the wrong arm.