I know, I know, you all are thinking, "FINALLY she gives us a new
chapter!!" I'm so sorry for not updating in so long, especially since I
promised not to. However, I hope you will forgive me with this awesome new
chapter.
Disclaimer: I own Legolas (aka Orlando Bloom).
Yeah right. I wish. Seriously though, Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood belongs to the mighty J.R.Tolkein, I am simply leeching off his masterpiece. Orlando Bloom belongs to his own "SHS" (Sexy Hot Self). Nevertheless, I do own Sabriel, so hands off.
Translations of all elven phrases can be found at the bottom of the chapter.
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Caught off guard, Malgin was not prepared for Legolas's strong advance. Before long, he fell to his knees in defeat, a noble cut on his thigh indicating his participation. The young elven maidens cheered for their hero, who respectfully shook hands with Malgin before stepping out of the ring.
The other contestants fell easily to Legolas's swordsmanship skills. Soon, there was only Sabriel and Lord Thundervalley left. Lord Thundervalley was a man both Sabriel and Legolas acutely disliked. He had a mean little face, with its features sort of squished together. His beady eyes had a malicious glint in them, and many times Sabriel had caught them looking her over in a lascivious manner. Legolas didn't trust the slimy man one bit, and narrowed his eyes as he saw Lord Thundervalley glance at Sabriel.
Lord Elrond entered the ring to announce the last two duels. "Legolas and Sabriel." Sabriel and Legolas both strode into the ring and shook hands. Legolas pulled her in for a brief hug and whispered in her ear, "Quel marth."
She whispered back, "Diola lle," before stepping away from him. Sabriel then set her feet, bouncing lightly on them to check her stability and balance. She raised her arm, bringing the tip of her broadsword to rest against Legolas's. Both elves raised their eyes from the touching swords to look at each other. Legolas's eyes were an intense and vivid blue, reminiscent of the sea on a calm day. Sabriel's eyes were a warmer brown, their amber hue not far from the color of melted honey. Both elves shielded their facial emotions, leaving their eyes blank in order not to betray an attack.
Without warning, Legolas began the duel by swinging his sword in a high arc, coming to crash into Sabriel's block. The two battled fiercely, each attacking and retreating as control of the duel shifted. Sabriel could feel the hot sweat on the back of her neck and along her hairline. She grinned fiercely, pleased to be working herself physically. Legolas was actually slightly surprised by Sabriel's skill in swordsmanship. Her blocks were solid and unyielding, and her attacks were swift and complex. Her footwork was nimble; an absolute must in good dueling. Impressed, Legolas grinned to himself and silently began to attack harder.
Anyone could see that the elves were evenly matched and neither one had the advantage. Legolas began to attack in earnest, striving with all his heart to win. Sabriel, too, was fueled by the need to prove herself. Both elves increased the power and complexity of their attacks - their swords were practically blurs of silver as they battled to win.
Finally, Sabriel and Legolas both attacked at the same time. The full momentum brought their bodies together and their blades to slide up to the hilt. Legolas seized the opportunity to try to bodily force Sabriel to yield. Sabriel's brain registered a quick warning - with his body mass and strength, Legolas could easily win. Grasping her hilt with both hands, Sabriel suddenly lessened the pressure of her blade, causing Legolas to believe he won. Moving rapidly, Sabriel spun around, the tip of her blade sliding under and around Legolas's sword. Before Legolas could pull away, Sabriel deftly twisted her grip, sending his sword sailing to the grass.
Legolas slowly straightened his stance, brining his hands up slightly to show surrender. However, Sabriel merely tossed her sword to the side next to his.
"Mellonamin, we have both won equally. If I had not played that little trick on you, you surely would have beaten me by brute strength. It is not fair that I knew of that technique when you did not," Sabriel said.
"My daughter speaks wisely and justly. Legolas, you shall advance to the next round as Sabriel has used an illegal move and is so disqualified of the sword tournament," announced Lord Elrond.
Sabriel gave Legolas an apologetic smile. "Now, let's have none of that. It was not your fault in the least, and I am quite impressed by that move," Legolas replied. They both exited the ring to the cheering of the crowds.
"Where did you learn such a move?" asked Legolas as the two took a stroll to cool down. I do not believe for a minute that it is from the drill master."
Sabriel smiled. "No, indeed not. I actually came up with that move myself. I used to use it against my brothers whenever we would have a friendly duel. You see, they are so much larger than I am, and therefore try to pin me down with their weight. Thus, I simply give them a slip so I can survive to carry on the fight."
Twenty minutes later, the two stopped again before the ring. Legolas and Sabriel shook hands before Legolas climbed into the ring to face Lord Thundervalley. Lord Thundervalley was actually several inches taller than Legolas, and more muscular than the lean prince. However, Sabriel knew that the difference in proportions would not matter, as the winner would be the elf with the quickest footwork and the cleanest strokes.
Legolas and Lord Thundervalley battled it out determinedly. Sabriel could see that Legolas was tiring from his other duels, and Lord Thundervalley seemed not to mind taking advantage of that fact. Once, Legolas actually tripped on a clump of grass, but recovered quickly enough to block a potentially fatal blow. Sabriel frowned as she watched, seeing that Lord Thundervalley had no reserves and basically went for Legolas's neck.
Finally, Legolas's blade struck Lord Thundervalley's arm, slicing the fabric easily and leaving a long but shallow cut. Legolas dropped his blade and stepped back to signal the end of the duel. He was turning around to climb out of the ring and greet the cheering fans when Lord Thundervalley raised his sword arm again.
"Legolas!" Sabriel shouted desperately in warning, as the blade started to come down on Legolas's head.
Surprised, Legolas turned around quickly to see Lord Thundervalley bringing his blade down. Right before the blade would have touched Legolas's fair hair, Lord Thundervalley suddenly staggered back. His sword dropped out of his hand and fell to the ground, where the royal guards rushed to collect it. The empty hand came up to clutch his opposite shoulder in pain, where it was pierced through with a long dagger.
Legolas looked up and behind Lord Thundervalley to see Sabriel with her empty right hand poised in the air. He quickly sidestepped the injured lord to walk to her. Sabriel dropped her arm and ran forward to meet him. She threw her arms around Legolas in an enthusiastic hug, surprising the prince.
"Mellonamin, I was so scared for you," she said. Legolas smiled and brought his arms up to hug her back.
"So it was you who threw the dagger, eh? Your aim was a bit off."
Sabriel looked up into his face and grinned. "I never miss. I hit precisely where I meant to."
Legolas smiled back before letting her go. Lord Elrond anxiously walked up to them.
"Legolas, I am truly sorry for that experience. Lord Thundervalley will be imprisoned and sentenced later."
"It is nothing, you could not have known that it would happen. It is only fortunate that Sabriel here was ready with her daggers."
Lord Elrond turned to smile upon his younger daughter. "Yes, daggers have always been Sabriel's forte."
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Quel marth = Good luck
Diola lle = Thank you
Mellonamin = My friend
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A very special shout out to all my reviewers. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment on my brainchild. I finally reached 50! Yeah! I know it is hard to put up with me, I am a very erratic writer and I don't always post chapters in a timely fashion. so I just want to thank you again and again for staying with me and staying with this story. Diola lle. ~crazeebabee
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Hey Hey Hey, the tournament's not over yet!! Coming next to a computer near you. the next chapter in the exciting saga featuring Sabriel and Legolas.
Review Review Review! Pretty please! Especially for the next chapter, where we will begin the dagger throwing competition!
Disclaimer: I own Legolas (aka Orlando Bloom).
Yeah right. I wish. Seriously though, Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood belongs to the mighty J.R.Tolkein, I am simply leeching off his masterpiece. Orlando Bloom belongs to his own "SHS" (Sexy Hot Self). Nevertheless, I do own Sabriel, so hands off.
Translations of all elven phrases can be found at the bottom of the chapter.
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Caught off guard, Malgin was not prepared for Legolas's strong advance. Before long, he fell to his knees in defeat, a noble cut on his thigh indicating his participation. The young elven maidens cheered for their hero, who respectfully shook hands with Malgin before stepping out of the ring.
The other contestants fell easily to Legolas's swordsmanship skills. Soon, there was only Sabriel and Lord Thundervalley left. Lord Thundervalley was a man both Sabriel and Legolas acutely disliked. He had a mean little face, with its features sort of squished together. His beady eyes had a malicious glint in them, and many times Sabriel had caught them looking her over in a lascivious manner. Legolas didn't trust the slimy man one bit, and narrowed his eyes as he saw Lord Thundervalley glance at Sabriel.
Lord Elrond entered the ring to announce the last two duels. "Legolas and Sabriel." Sabriel and Legolas both strode into the ring and shook hands. Legolas pulled her in for a brief hug and whispered in her ear, "Quel marth."
She whispered back, "Diola lle," before stepping away from him. Sabriel then set her feet, bouncing lightly on them to check her stability and balance. She raised her arm, bringing the tip of her broadsword to rest against Legolas's. Both elves raised their eyes from the touching swords to look at each other. Legolas's eyes were an intense and vivid blue, reminiscent of the sea on a calm day. Sabriel's eyes were a warmer brown, their amber hue not far from the color of melted honey. Both elves shielded their facial emotions, leaving their eyes blank in order not to betray an attack.
Without warning, Legolas began the duel by swinging his sword in a high arc, coming to crash into Sabriel's block. The two battled fiercely, each attacking and retreating as control of the duel shifted. Sabriel could feel the hot sweat on the back of her neck and along her hairline. She grinned fiercely, pleased to be working herself physically. Legolas was actually slightly surprised by Sabriel's skill in swordsmanship. Her blocks were solid and unyielding, and her attacks were swift and complex. Her footwork was nimble; an absolute must in good dueling. Impressed, Legolas grinned to himself and silently began to attack harder.
Anyone could see that the elves were evenly matched and neither one had the advantage. Legolas began to attack in earnest, striving with all his heart to win. Sabriel, too, was fueled by the need to prove herself. Both elves increased the power and complexity of their attacks - their swords were practically blurs of silver as they battled to win.
Finally, Sabriel and Legolas both attacked at the same time. The full momentum brought their bodies together and their blades to slide up to the hilt. Legolas seized the opportunity to try to bodily force Sabriel to yield. Sabriel's brain registered a quick warning - with his body mass and strength, Legolas could easily win. Grasping her hilt with both hands, Sabriel suddenly lessened the pressure of her blade, causing Legolas to believe he won. Moving rapidly, Sabriel spun around, the tip of her blade sliding under and around Legolas's sword. Before Legolas could pull away, Sabriel deftly twisted her grip, sending his sword sailing to the grass.
Legolas slowly straightened his stance, brining his hands up slightly to show surrender. However, Sabriel merely tossed her sword to the side next to his.
"Mellonamin, we have both won equally. If I had not played that little trick on you, you surely would have beaten me by brute strength. It is not fair that I knew of that technique when you did not," Sabriel said.
"My daughter speaks wisely and justly. Legolas, you shall advance to the next round as Sabriel has used an illegal move and is so disqualified of the sword tournament," announced Lord Elrond.
Sabriel gave Legolas an apologetic smile. "Now, let's have none of that. It was not your fault in the least, and I am quite impressed by that move," Legolas replied. They both exited the ring to the cheering of the crowds.
"Where did you learn such a move?" asked Legolas as the two took a stroll to cool down. I do not believe for a minute that it is from the drill master."
Sabriel smiled. "No, indeed not. I actually came up with that move myself. I used to use it against my brothers whenever we would have a friendly duel. You see, they are so much larger than I am, and therefore try to pin me down with their weight. Thus, I simply give them a slip so I can survive to carry on the fight."
Twenty minutes later, the two stopped again before the ring. Legolas and Sabriel shook hands before Legolas climbed into the ring to face Lord Thundervalley. Lord Thundervalley was actually several inches taller than Legolas, and more muscular than the lean prince. However, Sabriel knew that the difference in proportions would not matter, as the winner would be the elf with the quickest footwork and the cleanest strokes.
Legolas and Lord Thundervalley battled it out determinedly. Sabriel could see that Legolas was tiring from his other duels, and Lord Thundervalley seemed not to mind taking advantage of that fact. Once, Legolas actually tripped on a clump of grass, but recovered quickly enough to block a potentially fatal blow. Sabriel frowned as she watched, seeing that Lord Thundervalley had no reserves and basically went for Legolas's neck.
Finally, Legolas's blade struck Lord Thundervalley's arm, slicing the fabric easily and leaving a long but shallow cut. Legolas dropped his blade and stepped back to signal the end of the duel. He was turning around to climb out of the ring and greet the cheering fans when Lord Thundervalley raised his sword arm again.
"Legolas!" Sabriel shouted desperately in warning, as the blade started to come down on Legolas's head.
Surprised, Legolas turned around quickly to see Lord Thundervalley bringing his blade down. Right before the blade would have touched Legolas's fair hair, Lord Thundervalley suddenly staggered back. His sword dropped out of his hand and fell to the ground, where the royal guards rushed to collect it. The empty hand came up to clutch his opposite shoulder in pain, where it was pierced through with a long dagger.
Legolas looked up and behind Lord Thundervalley to see Sabriel with her empty right hand poised in the air. He quickly sidestepped the injured lord to walk to her. Sabriel dropped her arm and ran forward to meet him. She threw her arms around Legolas in an enthusiastic hug, surprising the prince.
"Mellonamin, I was so scared for you," she said. Legolas smiled and brought his arms up to hug her back.
"So it was you who threw the dagger, eh? Your aim was a bit off."
Sabriel looked up into his face and grinned. "I never miss. I hit precisely where I meant to."
Legolas smiled back before letting her go. Lord Elrond anxiously walked up to them.
"Legolas, I am truly sorry for that experience. Lord Thundervalley will be imprisoned and sentenced later."
"It is nothing, you could not have known that it would happen. It is only fortunate that Sabriel here was ready with her daggers."
Lord Elrond turned to smile upon his younger daughter. "Yes, daggers have always been Sabriel's forte."
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Quel marth = Good luck
Diola lle = Thank you
Mellonamin = My friend
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A very special shout out to all my reviewers. Thank you so much for taking the time to comment on my brainchild. I finally reached 50! Yeah! I know it is hard to put up with me, I am a very erratic writer and I don't always post chapters in a timely fashion. so I just want to thank you again and again for staying with me and staying with this story. Diola lle. ~crazeebabee
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Hey Hey Hey, the tournament's not over yet!! Coming next to a computer near you. the next chapter in the exciting saga featuring Sabriel and Legolas.
Review Review Review! Pretty please! Especially for the next chapter, where we will begin the dagger throwing competition!