Kazlitt: That may be your opinion, but I beg to differ, lol. I think it was
a perfect place to leave off because of the load of questions it presents.
Did he hit it? What *is* it? Did it see or feel the arrow coming? Does *it*
attack *him*? See what I mean, lol.
Alyde11 and Lilena, thanks for the reviews! LoL and yes - finally a Legomance.
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The arrow soared true through the air, but the cloaked stranger, alerted to it's presence by the slight whisper of the blade as it hurried through the air, turned and stared at the soaring weapon on it's way to claim it's life. It spun dramatically, cloak flapping out behind it, and the arrow landed with a thud in the nearest tree, its shaft protruding mockingly. Without blinking an eye, the stranger turned and fled, its black cloak billowing behind it, it's feet carrying it quickly around the trees and shrubs of the thick forest.
Cursing softly under his breath, Legolas took a step further into the clearing, his face contorted with fury and concentration. His eyes narrowed and he muttered under his breath, "Nadorhuan*" as he notched another arrow an aimed straight for the stranger's head. However, despite his excellence at archery, his misjudged the distance the stranger managed to put between them so fast, and the arrow arched in its flight. However, it was still effective, and with a muffled cry, the stranger stumbled as the arrow pierced her left leg.
Satisfied, Legolas smirked as the spy writhed in pain on the forest floor and carefully slung his bow over his shoulder before pulling out his knives. The weak light shining in the early morning caught the blade and it gleamed dangerously as his face hardened and he approached the two-timing stranger.
His face was an impassive mask as he roughly grabbed its shoulder, pushing it to it's knees with a scowl. Reaching out, he roughly pushed the cloak aside so he could look at the betrayer's face. It fell in graceful flows around its face before he raised his eyes to stare.
Furiously defiant and disappointed eyes glared dangerously at him. They were startling green, catching and melting with the colors of the forest surrounding them, and with a start, Legolas realized the traitor was a she.
There was a smudge of dirt under her right eye from when she had fallen, but she had an ethereal beauty that marked her clearly as an elf. Delicate features contrasted sharply with the plain fury in her face, framed by waves of wild black locks of hair. Mentally, he shook himself and snarled at her, "Who are you? Where are you going?"
With his knife poised at her throat, sudden bravery fled from her face, but her fury did not. "My name is my own business, as is my destination. Who are *you*, to shoot at me so when I did you no wrong?" she spat at him and Legolas scowled.
"You'll watch your tongue when you address the Prince of Mirkwood," he warned dangerously, his eyes gleaming. "These woods are my father's realm and when I ask questions, answers are demanded."
"I'll watch my tongue when the Prince of Mirkwood watches his," she hissed furiously. "And when he explains his reasoning behind shooting an innocent girl as she makes her way through the forest."
He snorted and jerked her to her feet, ignoring her wince of pain as weight landed on her injured leg. "Innocent?" he mocked, spinning her around and binding her hands with the ropes he kept around his waist. "I would hardly call a traitor, *innocent*."
Had he been watching her face, he would have seen her pale, but he was busy with tying her hands so she couldn't escape. She regained her control in a few seconds, though a worried look entered her eyes. "I am no traitor," she claimed determinedly. "I am a traveler, who has heard of the hospitality of Thranduil King's halls and I was hoping to stop there for the night."
"I'm sorry, my lady," he taunted mockingly, his voice dripping with disgust and sarcasm. This girl was a liar on many accounts. "But if you're looking for hospitality, I suggest you go to Rivendell."
She jerked her arms away from him. "Excellent idea. Release me and I'll be on my way," she snapped.
He shook his head. "I don't think so."
She bit her lip frustrated and scowled. This certainly was a fly in the ointment, she thought wryly, trying to keep her spirits up and her mind quick.
Her father would be so disappointed in her - caught before she could even launch her mission. Before she had been sent on her task, her 'duty' as he called it, he had told her one thing.
"Do not fail me." These words echoed throughout her head now and unconsciously she winced as she thought of her father's reaction to the news.
But hope was not lost yet, she thought resolutely. So what if her leg was bleeding profusely and a sharp pain was spreading up through her thigh, her hands were tied and her intended victim, the Prince of Mirkwood, was the cause of it.
You have to work with what your given, she reminded herself grimly before she heard herself asking, "Where're you taking me?" as he suddenly tugged violently on her wrists.
"Back to camp," he answered shortly. "I'll tend to your leg and then you are answering any question I feel the need to ask."
"And if I refuse?" She countered her voice bold with false bravado.
He shot her a withering nasty look that turned her bravery to cold fear.
"You won't."
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Translations - Nadorhuan - Cowardly Dog
Alyde11 and Lilena, thanks for the reviews! LoL and yes - finally a Legomance.
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The arrow soared true through the air, but the cloaked stranger, alerted to it's presence by the slight whisper of the blade as it hurried through the air, turned and stared at the soaring weapon on it's way to claim it's life. It spun dramatically, cloak flapping out behind it, and the arrow landed with a thud in the nearest tree, its shaft protruding mockingly. Without blinking an eye, the stranger turned and fled, its black cloak billowing behind it, it's feet carrying it quickly around the trees and shrubs of the thick forest.
Cursing softly under his breath, Legolas took a step further into the clearing, his face contorted with fury and concentration. His eyes narrowed and he muttered under his breath, "Nadorhuan*" as he notched another arrow an aimed straight for the stranger's head. However, despite his excellence at archery, his misjudged the distance the stranger managed to put between them so fast, and the arrow arched in its flight. However, it was still effective, and with a muffled cry, the stranger stumbled as the arrow pierced her left leg.
Satisfied, Legolas smirked as the spy writhed in pain on the forest floor and carefully slung his bow over his shoulder before pulling out his knives. The weak light shining in the early morning caught the blade and it gleamed dangerously as his face hardened and he approached the two-timing stranger.
His face was an impassive mask as he roughly grabbed its shoulder, pushing it to it's knees with a scowl. Reaching out, he roughly pushed the cloak aside so he could look at the betrayer's face. It fell in graceful flows around its face before he raised his eyes to stare.
Furiously defiant and disappointed eyes glared dangerously at him. They were startling green, catching and melting with the colors of the forest surrounding them, and with a start, Legolas realized the traitor was a she.
There was a smudge of dirt under her right eye from when she had fallen, but she had an ethereal beauty that marked her clearly as an elf. Delicate features contrasted sharply with the plain fury in her face, framed by waves of wild black locks of hair. Mentally, he shook himself and snarled at her, "Who are you? Where are you going?"
With his knife poised at her throat, sudden bravery fled from her face, but her fury did not. "My name is my own business, as is my destination. Who are *you*, to shoot at me so when I did you no wrong?" she spat at him and Legolas scowled.
"You'll watch your tongue when you address the Prince of Mirkwood," he warned dangerously, his eyes gleaming. "These woods are my father's realm and when I ask questions, answers are demanded."
"I'll watch my tongue when the Prince of Mirkwood watches his," she hissed furiously. "And when he explains his reasoning behind shooting an innocent girl as she makes her way through the forest."
He snorted and jerked her to her feet, ignoring her wince of pain as weight landed on her injured leg. "Innocent?" he mocked, spinning her around and binding her hands with the ropes he kept around his waist. "I would hardly call a traitor, *innocent*."
Had he been watching her face, he would have seen her pale, but he was busy with tying her hands so she couldn't escape. She regained her control in a few seconds, though a worried look entered her eyes. "I am no traitor," she claimed determinedly. "I am a traveler, who has heard of the hospitality of Thranduil King's halls and I was hoping to stop there for the night."
"I'm sorry, my lady," he taunted mockingly, his voice dripping with disgust and sarcasm. This girl was a liar on many accounts. "But if you're looking for hospitality, I suggest you go to Rivendell."
She jerked her arms away from him. "Excellent idea. Release me and I'll be on my way," she snapped.
He shook his head. "I don't think so."
She bit her lip frustrated and scowled. This certainly was a fly in the ointment, she thought wryly, trying to keep her spirits up and her mind quick.
Her father would be so disappointed in her - caught before she could even launch her mission. Before she had been sent on her task, her 'duty' as he called it, he had told her one thing.
"Do not fail me." These words echoed throughout her head now and unconsciously she winced as she thought of her father's reaction to the news.
But hope was not lost yet, she thought resolutely. So what if her leg was bleeding profusely and a sharp pain was spreading up through her thigh, her hands were tied and her intended victim, the Prince of Mirkwood, was the cause of it.
You have to work with what your given, she reminded herself grimly before she heard herself asking, "Where're you taking me?" as he suddenly tugged violently on her wrists.
"Back to camp," he answered shortly. "I'll tend to your leg and then you are answering any question I feel the need to ask."
"And if I refuse?" She countered her voice bold with false bravado.
He shot her a withering nasty look that turned her bravery to cold fear.
"You won't."
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Translations - Nadorhuan - Cowardly Dog