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Author's Note: Hey! I didn't die! Sorry I haven't updated in soooo long. I've just gotten so lazy. You won't believe it so if you want me to update, tell me so I could get some motivation! Enough babble, on with the story!
Bittersweet Revenge
Hunted
Legolas gazed at the body in horror as it started hissing. A cloud of smoke rose from the body. He wanted desperately to tear his eyes from the horrible sight except he couldn't. Couldn't look away from the horror unfolding before his eyes.
A strong east wind blew from the window and the smoke vanished. The three Elves stared at the remains of the Mirkwood warrior. There was nothing left except for a very disfigured skeleton and the remains of his armor.
Hithiel was the first to move. Her eyes wide as she carefully reached for the remains, sensing there was more to it. Her hands cautiously brushed the bones as she slowly peeled back the armor. 'Mother did this. There is no other explanation. Only she has a mind to do this.'
She bit her lower lip debating whether or not she should tell the others about what she was thinking. 'But they would reject me if they ever knew. They would expect me to as sadistic as Mother and would never look at me the same way again.' She stripped off some of the armor, looking to see if there was another message on the body. Yes, she saw some marks etched deeply into the bone. Hithiel shuddered inwardly. The poor Elf, he was still alive when Mother used a knife and carved into his bone. She moved the armor slightly to cover up the marks so that Legolas and Haldir wouldn't see. She would examine it more closely later. Alone.
"Who is- was he?" asked Haldir weakly, still shook up from watching the Elf.
Legolas ran his fingers through his long golden tresses, squinting at the remains of the armor. "I don't know, but he was part of Galdor's squad," he said finally pointing at a small badge pinned under what use to be a chin.
"Galdor?" asked Hithiel not looking up.
"Yes, the one my father was babbling about," replied Legolas. "He's the captain of one of our squads." He felt a pang at his ribs. He had talked too much and his chest was still not fully healed.
Haldir didn't miss a thing and immediately began scolding the Prince for getting up and wasting his energy. Hithiel took this opportunity to carefully drag the carcass out of the room. She looked pointedly at Haldir and jerked her head towards the Prince. Haldir nodded in understanding as he turned back to his friend.
Hithiel dragged the body out into the hall and quickly scanned it to make sure it was clear. Without a sound, she stripped the rest of the armor off the body and her eyes widened slightly as she read the message left for her on the femur bone of the victim.
'RETURN OR MORE SHALL SUFFER'
Hithiel bit her lip and glanced worriedly back at the room as if expecting one of their servants to come and sweep one of them away. She could not linger here anymore but... she couldn't leave. Something held her to the palace; something bound her to Legolas and Haldir. Dark hair fell forward across her face but she made no attempt to brush it back. She had to leave. Her friends might pay the consequences for her actions if she didn't.
She slowly rose to her feet and unsheathed a small dagger. Gently, she scraped it over the bone until the original message was unreadable. Satisfied that no one else could read it, she turned back to the room.
"Where did she go?" asked a muffled voice from behind the wooden door.
Hithiel froze, hearing Legolas's voice.
"I think she just went to dump the body. You know, speaking of Hithiel, don't you think she kind of looks like you? She could almost pass as your sister."
Hithiel pressed her pointed ear against the door, wanting to hear more of it.
"Really? I've been thinking that too to be honest. But she isn't. She doesn't have the Thranduil family trait."
"I didn't say she was your sister, I just said she looks like one."
"Yes, I know." Pause. "Somehow, when I'm around her, I feel at ease. Almost as if I knew her from somewhere before." Another pause.
"Now you're getting delirious, my Lord," mocked Haldir. "Go get some sleep."
Hithiel, having heard all of it slid down against the door. Legolas wasn't being delirious. She felt it too but she didn't know what it was. Somehow, she just knew Legolas, felt close to him and an instinct said to protect him. Family trait? What was that?
She glanced back at the mangled corpse and quickly stood up. She was not going to leave until she figured out why her mother held such a huge grudge against the Thranduil family. Until then, she could not bring herself to kill Legolas's father. She just couldn't kill him.
'I never want to return 'home' again.'
She had found a place where she was happy, where she didn't have to live in fear, where she had friends.
'I will never leave you guys.'
Even if her mother sent all her servants at her. She could cut them down easily without remorse if it meant defending the place where her friends were.
'I never let my comrades die.'
Short chapter, I know. Sorry! This was like a little warm-up cause I haven't written anything in a while but I promise I'll get the next one out as soon as possible and it'll be longer. Thank you reviewers! Love you all! I'll post responses in the next chapter. Review!!
Author's Note: Hey! I didn't die! Sorry I haven't updated in soooo long. I've just gotten so lazy. You won't believe it so if you want me to update, tell me so I could get some motivation! Enough babble, on with the story!
Bittersweet Revenge
Hunted
Legolas gazed at the body in horror as it started hissing. A cloud of smoke rose from the body. He wanted desperately to tear his eyes from the horrible sight except he couldn't. Couldn't look away from the horror unfolding before his eyes.
A strong east wind blew from the window and the smoke vanished. The three Elves stared at the remains of the Mirkwood warrior. There was nothing left except for a very disfigured skeleton and the remains of his armor.
Hithiel was the first to move. Her eyes wide as she carefully reached for the remains, sensing there was more to it. Her hands cautiously brushed the bones as she slowly peeled back the armor. 'Mother did this. There is no other explanation. Only she has a mind to do this.'
She bit her lower lip debating whether or not she should tell the others about what she was thinking. 'But they would reject me if they ever knew. They would expect me to as sadistic as Mother and would never look at me the same way again.' She stripped off some of the armor, looking to see if there was another message on the body. Yes, she saw some marks etched deeply into the bone. Hithiel shuddered inwardly. The poor Elf, he was still alive when Mother used a knife and carved into his bone. She moved the armor slightly to cover up the marks so that Legolas and Haldir wouldn't see. She would examine it more closely later. Alone.
"Who is- was he?" asked Haldir weakly, still shook up from watching the Elf.
Legolas ran his fingers through his long golden tresses, squinting at the remains of the armor. "I don't know, but he was part of Galdor's squad," he said finally pointing at a small badge pinned under what use to be a chin.
"Galdor?" asked Hithiel not looking up.
"Yes, the one my father was babbling about," replied Legolas. "He's the captain of one of our squads." He felt a pang at his ribs. He had talked too much and his chest was still not fully healed.
Haldir didn't miss a thing and immediately began scolding the Prince for getting up and wasting his energy. Hithiel took this opportunity to carefully drag the carcass out of the room. She looked pointedly at Haldir and jerked her head towards the Prince. Haldir nodded in understanding as he turned back to his friend.
Hithiel dragged the body out into the hall and quickly scanned it to make sure it was clear. Without a sound, she stripped the rest of the armor off the body and her eyes widened slightly as she read the message left for her on the femur bone of the victim.
'RETURN OR MORE SHALL SUFFER'
Hithiel bit her lip and glanced worriedly back at the room as if expecting one of their servants to come and sweep one of them away. She could not linger here anymore but... she couldn't leave. Something held her to the palace; something bound her to Legolas and Haldir. Dark hair fell forward across her face but she made no attempt to brush it back. She had to leave. Her friends might pay the consequences for her actions if she didn't.
She slowly rose to her feet and unsheathed a small dagger. Gently, she scraped it over the bone until the original message was unreadable. Satisfied that no one else could read it, she turned back to the room.
"Where did she go?" asked a muffled voice from behind the wooden door.
Hithiel froze, hearing Legolas's voice.
"I think she just went to dump the body. You know, speaking of Hithiel, don't you think she kind of looks like you? She could almost pass as your sister."
Hithiel pressed her pointed ear against the door, wanting to hear more of it.
"Really? I've been thinking that too to be honest. But she isn't. She doesn't have the Thranduil family trait."
"I didn't say she was your sister, I just said she looks like one."
"Yes, I know." Pause. "Somehow, when I'm around her, I feel at ease. Almost as if I knew her from somewhere before." Another pause.
"Now you're getting delirious, my Lord," mocked Haldir. "Go get some sleep."
Hithiel, having heard all of it slid down against the door. Legolas wasn't being delirious. She felt it too but she didn't know what it was. Somehow, she just knew Legolas, felt close to him and an instinct said to protect him. Family trait? What was that?
She glanced back at the mangled corpse and quickly stood up. She was not going to leave until she figured out why her mother held such a huge grudge against the Thranduil family. Until then, she could not bring herself to kill Legolas's father. She just couldn't kill him.
'I never want to return 'home' again.'
She had found a place where she was happy, where she didn't have to live in fear, where she had friends.
'I will never leave you guys.'
Even if her mother sent all her servants at her. She could cut them down easily without remorse if it meant defending the place where her friends were.
'I never let my comrades die.'
Short chapter, I know. Sorry! This was like a little warm-up cause I haven't written anything in a while but I promise I'll get the next one out as soon as possible and it'll be longer. Thank you reviewers! Love you all! I'll post responses in the next chapter. Review!!