A/N: Yup, I'm updating. I would have preferred more reviews *pointed look*
but that's okay. I had a really hard time thinking up a title for this
chappy, but it FINALLY came. There will be an author's note at the end of
this chapter, but I don't know what it will say.
8. Hurting Hearts.
Snapping his attention back to the woman, Legolas forced a smile.
"Come on, we should leave before he wakes up. Or we could kill him now," Kalia offered. The elf shook his head.
"No, not here. If we did that, we'd have all his armies on our tail. We can wait, he is not much of a threat," he responded smoothly.
"I suppose you're right. But I should inform Asolan he's back, he will know what to do." Legolas' face fell at the name.
"Kalia. . . There is something I have to tell you. Tokilor, when he took you he. . . He killed him. I am sorry." The female looked at him in shock, mixed with horror and anger. Slowly, she turned to look at the unconscious man on the floor, and stood still for a moment. She suddenly ran for him, her eyes flashing, but was held back as Legolas grabbed her arm.
"Murderer!" she yelled, trying to wrench free of the elf's grasp, and surprising him with her tremendous strength. "I'll kill him! I'll-"
"No you won't," the prince said in a soothing but stern voice. He turned her around to face him, his grip tight on her shoulders. "You won't kill him. He may be a killer but you are not. Do not become one." Slowly, Kalia's struggles became less violent, and finally they stopped. Instead, she buried her head against his shoulder, tears beginning to fall. Changing his grip from restraint, the prince held her, knowing how she felt. He had lost his mother when he was young, she'd lost much more, and now she lost her only real family.
"I loved him," she said, grief weighing down her voice. "I loved him as a father." He did not respond, only stroked her hair gently. When her tears ceased, she pulled away from him. He gave her a small smile, which she returned weakly.
"I'm sorry, you're right. We should get out of here." She glanced at her arms and shook her head. Legolas followed her gaze, the absence of the brand returning to him.
"We should get you healed," he commented. He would speak with her later about it, after the sorrow had mostly passed. Kalia rolled her eyes, but did not answer, starting out the door. She picked up Tokilor's sword on the way out, and the prince followed her.
A/N: I know this chapter was kind of Lame, but that's your result from no reviews. *says sternly* If you want stuff, keep 'em comin!
8. Hurting Hearts.
Snapping his attention back to the woman, Legolas forced a smile.
"Come on, we should leave before he wakes up. Or we could kill him now," Kalia offered. The elf shook his head.
"No, not here. If we did that, we'd have all his armies on our tail. We can wait, he is not much of a threat," he responded smoothly.
"I suppose you're right. But I should inform Asolan he's back, he will know what to do." Legolas' face fell at the name.
"Kalia. . . There is something I have to tell you. Tokilor, when he took you he. . . He killed him. I am sorry." The female looked at him in shock, mixed with horror and anger. Slowly, she turned to look at the unconscious man on the floor, and stood still for a moment. She suddenly ran for him, her eyes flashing, but was held back as Legolas grabbed her arm.
"Murderer!" she yelled, trying to wrench free of the elf's grasp, and surprising him with her tremendous strength. "I'll kill him! I'll-"
"No you won't," the prince said in a soothing but stern voice. He turned her around to face him, his grip tight on her shoulders. "You won't kill him. He may be a killer but you are not. Do not become one." Slowly, Kalia's struggles became less violent, and finally they stopped. Instead, she buried her head against his shoulder, tears beginning to fall. Changing his grip from restraint, the prince held her, knowing how she felt. He had lost his mother when he was young, she'd lost much more, and now she lost her only real family.
"I loved him," she said, grief weighing down her voice. "I loved him as a father." He did not respond, only stroked her hair gently. When her tears ceased, she pulled away from him. He gave her a small smile, which she returned weakly.
"I'm sorry, you're right. We should get out of here." She glanced at her arms and shook her head. Legolas followed her gaze, the absence of the brand returning to him.
"We should get you healed," he commented. He would speak with her later about it, after the sorrow had mostly passed. Kalia rolled her eyes, but did not answer, starting out the door. She picked up Tokilor's sword on the way out, and the prince followed her.
A/N: I know this chapter was kind of Lame, but that's your result from no reviews. *says sternly* If you want stuff, keep 'em comin!