*Disclaimer* See preceeding chapters. I'm sick of this.
A/N: Short...but don't worry! It gets a lot better! And...wow. Chapter 30. Shweet. Read on!
Chapter 30- Break-out
A rattling noise woke Delaney like the crack of an Istari's fireworks. She looked around wildly. No water, she wasn't drowning! The rattling persisted. She looked up and saw Legolas peering at her through the bars he was rattling.
"You're awake, finally! Do you know what time it is?" Tool time! she randomly thought to herself. Rosellyn sniffed at that out-there comment.
"I assume you're going to tell me." She realized that she really didn't have a clue what time it was. She didn't know if she'd been asleep for five minutes or five hours.
"It's evening! The army gave their answer an hour ago!" She jumped up, or tried to; the space was limited, and her muscles had cramped from inactivity. But she struggled to her feet and made her way to the bars.
"Well, what did they say?" Legolas didn't answer, but his eyes widened, just like they did 400 years ago at Rose's play date. She was confused; was he going to answer or not? What was he staring at? He reached his fingers through the bars and gently touched her face. She winced at the sudden jab of pain that laced its way through her cheek.
"Mother help me, I thought that fellow was just exaggerating..."
"Ah. Yes, my token of Awaren's regard. Don't push that Elf past his limits, there's my advice." Legolas didn't take it as a joke, though.
"This goes too far, Rose, do you hear me? You should see your face, the left side is one massive bruise! This is...unbelievable...but your show of temper clinched the decision; the Elf who escorted you told the whole thing, heard you yelling through the door and saw your 'token of regard.' It was unanimous. The main army will help us." Somehow, though, the news didn't thrill her.
"Yeah, well, fat lot of good I'll be. Hard to assassinate a warlord inside this pit, don't you think?" Legolas gave a slow grin. Rose felt her heart beating a million times a minute, almost painfully, and her stomach was turning somersaults.
"All the more reason to get you out, don't you think?" He, incredibly, held up a rusted key, the one to open the door.
"I will love you to the end of eternity. Get me out." He nodded.
"I thought you would take that view." There was a click, and the door squeaked open on it's equally rusty hinges, so loud that she was sure Awaren would come down and investigate the noise.
"What if Awaren comes to check on me, and finds I'm not here? This is almost mutiny!" Legolas shook his head, apparently unconcerned.
"Nope. Not a problem. Your jail-keeper was told to check on you every so often; nothing came up about Awaren doing anything. So he's just going to give fake reports."
"Now that is mutiny. Lying, directly disobeying orders..." She gave a half-smile. "You're my hero. Let's blow this joint."
A/N: Yes, I know, short. But the next one SHOULD be longer, hopefully.
A/N: Short...but don't worry! It gets a lot better! And...wow. Chapter 30. Shweet. Read on!
Chapter 30- Break-out
A rattling noise woke Delaney like the crack of an Istari's fireworks. She looked around wildly. No water, she wasn't drowning! The rattling persisted. She looked up and saw Legolas peering at her through the bars he was rattling.
"You're awake, finally! Do you know what time it is?" Tool time! she randomly thought to herself. Rosellyn sniffed at that out-there comment.
"I assume you're going to tell me." She realized that she really didn't have a clue what time it was. She didn't know if she'd been asleep for five minutes or five hours.
"It's evening! The army gave their answer an hour ago!" She jumped up, or tried to; the space was limited, and her muscles had cramped from inactivity. But she struggled to her feet and made her way to the bars.
"Well, what did they say?" Legolas didn't answer, but his eyes widened, just like they did 400 years ago at Rose's play date. She was confused; was he going to answer or not? What was he staring at? He reached his fingers through the bars and gently touched her face. She winced at the sudden jab of pain that laced its way through her cheek.
"Mother help me, I thought that fellow was just exaggerating..."
"Ah. Yes, my token of Awaren's regard. Don't push that Elf past his limits, there's my advice." Legolas didn't take it as a joke, though.
"This goes too far, Rose, do you hear me? You should see your face, the left side is one massive bruise! This is...unbelievable...but your show of temper clinched the decision; the Elf who escorted you told the whole thing, heard you yelling through the door and saw your 'token of regard.' It was unanimous. The main army will help us." Somehow, though, the news didn't thrill her.
"Yeah, well, fat lot of good I'll be. Hard to assassinate a warlord inside this pit, don't you think?" Legolas gave a slow grin. Rose felt her heart beating a million times a minute, almost painfully, and her stomach was turning somersaults.
"All the more reason to get you out, don't you think?" He, incredibly, held up a rusted key, the one to open the door.
"I will love you to the end of eternity. Get me out." He nodded.
"I thought you would take that view." There was a click, and the door squeaked open on it's equally rusty hinges, so loud that she was sure Awaren would come down and investigate the noise.
"What if Awaren comes to check on me, and finds I'm not here? This is almost mutiny!" Legolas shook his head, apparently unconcerned.
"Nope. Not a problem. Your jail-keeper was told to check on you every so often; nothing came up about Awaren doing anything. So he's just going to give fake reports."
"Now that is mutiny. Lying, directly disobeying orders..." She gave a half-smile. "You're my hero. Let's blow this joint."
A/N: Yes, I know, short. But the next one SHOULD be longer, hopefully.