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Treehugger - my fingers don't have wings, they just don't have any choice right now considering the force and speed with which my mind is pumping out ideas. Thank you for mentioning me in your fic. I'm honored! I hope you keep liking my fic. And any word of advise you have for me, it would be appreciated!
Tenshiamanda, hi hi, I finally reviewed, considering I read the beginning of your 'Mirkwood pranks' months ago. Thank you for dropping by and reading mine. Enjoy!
Dance for Life. Chapter 5.
Gimli worked his hands on the hilt of the battle ax, his face grim, watchful. Legolas and Glorfindel, stood flanking young Saru who had managed to climb to his feet, but wove unsteadily, both older Elves knew he would be almost helpless when the fight came. Legolas sent a worried expression to Glorfindel, because their new friend had no weapon to protect himself with either.
Almost as if he sensed their fears, Saru turned his pale face toward Glorfindel and he managed to stammer, "Do not worry about me, I am not defenseless, my father and Nikinan made sure I would never be without protection. Even with the crys-net binding me."
They heard the beating of wings as the Pantorii rose into the air. Glorfindel, experimentally reached deep within himself but his power was still, and unresponding. With a sigh of resignation the Elf-Lord brought his borrowed knife up, ready to do physical battle as he had not done in many decades.
The first Pantorii to come over the end of the ledge met, not a club, but the razor edge of a mithril battle ax wielded by a Dwarf who had friends depending on him. They fell dead before him, but more came. Legolas moved forward to cover his partner's back, slashing at the eyes, throats, and bellies of the enemy.
Glorfindel waited ready, until the creatures had learned wisdom, and no longer attacked from the front of the ledge, but flew higher and dropped down on every side. Then the four, Saru still a little unsteady, and Legolas hampered by the pull of the claw scores on his arms and chest, formed a semi-circle with their backs to the wall. Glorfindel made certain he shielded the much younger Elf from the battle as much as possible.
Saru watched in amazement as the Pantorii fell, he knew that the Eldest of the three had a crys-net binding him, but Glornd (was that the name he had said?) seemed to be slowed not at all, and certainly not drained and unsteady as Saru himself felt due to the net. Also neither of the Elves, including the slightly smaller one, seemed affected by the deep rumblings that the black haired youngster could hear just at the lowest range of his hearing. Another thing was, Legla (or something like that) was slaying an equivalent number of monsters to that of the Dwarf, considering the difference in weapons of course. It was unheard of! One of his own kind, who SHOULD be under the influence of Pantorii poison, matching a Dwarf in battle. Saru felt very befuddled indeed, this could not be happening.
Glorfindel was rushed by three of the creatures at once, and even as he stabbed his knife into one of them he knew he could not kill them all. He shouted to Saru to wake up and protect himself. Suddenly the youngster lunged and his bare hand stabbed out, fingers straight at the closest enemy, the Pantorii fell back its face torn open. That moment of distraction was all the Elf-Lord need and the third monster fell dead, as did two more which had come up behind the now dead three. Saru smiled weakly and collapsed forward onto hard stone.
The Pantorii all rose into the air, rumbling deep in their chests to one another and began to fall back, they wanted no more of these three fighters. Legolas and Gimli grinned at one another, Glorfindel caught Mirkwood's prince in a wild dance of victory, and they all whooped for the joy of it.
Saru slowly jacked himself up, grinning weakly, and Gimli bent to give him a steadying arm. "We did it." The Dwarf stated.
"You mean, you did it." Saru corrected.
Glorfindel looked kindly on the youngster, "No, we did it. You gave Gimli the ax, did you not?" Saru's young face broke into a smile that seemed to light up the very heavens.
And that was when they realized two things. It was almost fully dark, and they were still on a ledge, more than a thousand feet in the air, with no way to get down.
"Well," Legolas said cheerfully, "It cannot get worse, we should be glad of that."
"You are right, Master Elf," Gimli answered. "No food, no water, no shelter to be had, and no way out. There is no way it could get worse."
Saru frowned, "You tempt Unrèa mightily with your talk!" he snapped.
Glorfindel looked upward, smiling slightly, "I do not see how it could get worse, little one, the Pantorii will not return, will they?" Stars were just beginning to show in the deep indigo sky, the view was magnificent, the temperature was moderate. Then the stars seemed to flicker, and a deeper shade of darkness passed over the sky. Glorfindel, Legolas and Gimli exchanged horrified looks. What more would this world 'Thyatira' throw at them?
"Maybe Mithrandir has discovered what brought us here, and will bring us back to Valinor soon." Legolas chirped hopefully. Gimli shot his a look of disgust, and Glorfindel ignored them both watching the huge shadow as it circled over head.
"I do not know, but I do not think Unrèa is my favorite person right now." Gimli growled at Saru, who cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, but who is Unrèa." He responded cheekily, mimicing the Elf-Lord's earlier remark.
Treehugger - my fingers don't have wings, they just don't have any choice right now considering the force and speed with which my mind is pumping out ideas. Thank you for mentioning me in your fic. I'm honored! I hope you keep liking my fic. And any word of advise you have for me, it would be appreciated!
Tenshiamanda, hi hi, I finally reviewed, considering I read the beginning of your 'Mirkwood pranks' months ago. Thank you for dropping by and reading mine. Enjoy!
Dance for Life. Chapter 5.
Gimli worked his hands on the hilt of the battle ax, his face grim, watchful. Legolas and Glorfindel, stood flanking young Saru who had managed to climb to his feet, but wove unsteadily, both older Elves knew he would be almost helpless when the fight came. Legolas sent a worried expression to Glorfindel, because their new friend had no weapon to protect himself with either.
Almost as if he sensed their fears, Saru turned his pale face toward Glorfindel and he managed to stammer, "Do not worry about me, I am not defenseless, my father and Nikinan made sure I would never be without protection. Even with the crys-net binding me."
They heard the beating of wings as the Pantorii rose into the air. Glorfindel, experimentally reached deep within himself but his power was still, and unresponding. With a sigh of resignation the Elf-Lord brought his borrowed knife up, ready to do physical battle as he had not done in many decades.
The first Pantorii to come over the end of the ledge met, not a club, but the razor edge of a mithril battle ax wielded by a Dwarf who had friends depending on him. They fell dead before him, but more came. Legolas moved forward to cover his partner's back, slashing at the eyes, throats, and bellies of the enemy.
Glorfindel waited ready, until the creatures had learned wisdom, and no longer attacked from the front of the ledge, but flew higher and dropped down on every side. Then the four, Saru still a little unsteady, and Legolas hampered by the pull of the claw scores on his arms and chest, formed a semi-circle with their backs to the wall. Glorfindel made certain he shielded the much younger Elf from the battle as much as possible.
Saru watched in amazement as the Pantorii fell, he knew that the Eldest of the three had a crys-net binding him, but Glornd (was that the name he had said?) seemed to be slowed not at all, and certainly not drained and unsteady as Saru himself felt due to the net. Also neither of the Elves, including the slightly smaller one, seemed affected by the deep rumblings that the black haired youngster could hear just at the lowest range of his hearing. Another thing was, Legla (or something like that) was slaying an equivalent number of monsters to that of the Dwarf, considering the difference in weapons of course. It was unheard of! One of his own kind, who SHOULD be under the influence of Pantorii poison, matching a Dwarf in battle. Saru felt very befuddled indeed, this could not be happening.
Glorfindel was rushed by three of the creatures at once, and even as he stabbed his knife into one of them he knew he could not kill them all. He shouted to Saru to wake up and protect himself. Suddenly the youngster lunged and his bare hand stabbed out, fingers straight at the closest enemy, the Pantorii fell back its face torn open. That moment of distraction was all the Elf-Lord need and the third monster fell dead, as did two more which had come up behind the now dead three. Saru smiled weakly and collapsed forward onto hard stone.
The Pantorii all rose into the air, rumbling deep in their chests to one another and began to fall back, they wanted no more of these three fighters. Legolas and Gimli grinned at one another, Glorfindel caught Mirkwood's prince in a wild dance of victory, and they all whooped for the joy of it.
Saru slowly jacked himself up, grinning weakly, and Gimli bent to give him a steadying arm. "We did it." The Dwarf stated.
"You mean, you did it." Saru corrected.
Glorfindel looked kindly on the youngster, "No, we did it. You gave Gimli the ax, did you not?" Saru's young face broke into a smile that seemed to light up the very heavens.
And that was when they realized two things. It was almost fully dark, and they were still on a ledge, more than a thousand feet in the air, with no way to get down.
"Well," Legolas said cheerfully, "It cannot get worse, we should be glad of that."
"You are right, Master Elf," Gimli answered. "No food, no water, no shelter to be had, and no way out. There is no way it could get worse."
Saru frowned, "You tempt Unrèa mightily with your talk!" he snapped.
Glorfindel looked upward, smiling slightly, "I do not see how it could get worse, little one, the Pantorii will not return, will they?" Stars were just beginning to show in the deep indigo sky, the view was magnificent, the temperature was moderate. Then the stars seemed to flicker, and a deeper shade of darkness passed over the sky. Glorfindel, Legolas and Gimli exchanged horrified looks. What more would this world 'Thyatira' throw at them?
"Maybe Mithrandir has discovered what brought us here, and will bring us back to Valinor soon." Legolas chirped hopefully. Gimli shot his a look of disgust, and Glorfindel ignored them both watching the huge shadow as it circled over head.
"I do not know, but I do not think Unrèa is my favorite person right now." Gimli growled at Saru, who cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Yes, but who is Unrèa." He responded cheekily, mimicing the Elf-Lord's earlier remark.