Chapter 10: Ethereal Marauder
Legolas' POV
I'm holding her as she fades away, drifting back into the darkening shadows of death...she has been there before.
I remember all the times she smiled, all the times she laughed. She, a stranger walking among torment, had opened her arms to everyone. And what did we do? We threw her off her feet. Twice.
Someone jabbed me in the shoulder. I whirled around, realizing I was unarmed. Fortunately, it was a blonde haired boy, but he was not clad in any armor. I don't know what he was wearing.
He gasped lowly and stroked Rivers' cheek. "Oh, man," he whispered. His head snapped back up, splayed with a solemn expression. "Come on, this way."
He weaved through the corpses on the causeway and alighted the steps to the stronghold with incredible ease. Suddenly, he whirled around. "Where is that blasted flute?"
"I do not know."
"Well, should you find it, give it to Haldir. It will save him."
I lowered my head. "I'm sorry, it is too late for that."
His eyes darkened temporarily. "It's ok, he shouldn't have made it anyways."
His words froze my tongue, and I think for a second. "We need to get to safety. Now!"
He nods and leads me around to a gargantuan wooden door. "Go inside here. I have to go." The door open and he ushers me inside. "Put her in the moonlight and whisper a death prayer. Then leave her be."
Aragorn jostled out and took a look at the ruin in my arms. I nod and jog inside, turning back to watch the boy. He waves blankly, matching the expression in his eyes. They are so empty, milky, pearly, dead and frosted.
I know who he is.
The door slams shut, the men rushing forward to brace it.
Author's note: Dreamcast is officially on hiatus. Maybe I'll pick it up in a few years. Just not enough reviews, sorry, folks.
Legolas' POV
I'm holding her as she fades away, drifting back into the darkening shadows of death...she has been there before.
I remember all the times she smiled, all the times she laughed. She, a stranger walking among torment, had opened her arms to everyone. And what did we do? We threw her off her feet. Twice.
Someone jabbed me in the shoulder. I whirled around, realizing I was unarmed. Fortunately, it was a blonde haired boy, but he was not clad in any armor. I don't know what he was wearing.
He gasped lowly and stroked Rivers' cheek. "Oh, man," he whispered. His head snapped back up, splayed with a solemn expression. "Come on, this way."
He weaved through the corpses on the causeway and alighted the steps to the stronghold with incredible ease. Suddenly, he whirled around. "Where is that blasted flute?"
"I do not know."
"Well, should you find it, give it to Haldir. It will save him."
I lowered my head. "I'm sorry, it is too late for that."
His eyes darkened temporarily. "It's ok, he shouldn't have made it anyways."
His words froze my tongue, and I think for a second. "We need to get to safety. Now!"
He nods and leads me around to a gargantuan wooden door. "Go inside here. I have to go." The door open and he ushers me inside. "Put her in the moonlight and whisper a death prayer. Then leave her be."
Aragorn jostled out and took a look at the ruin in my arms. I nod and jog inside, turning back to watch the boy. He waves blankly, matching the expression in his eyes. They are so empty, milky, pearly, dead and frosted.
I know who he is.
The door slams shut, the men rushing forward to brace it.
Author's note: Dreamcast is officially on hiatus. Maybe I'll pick it up in a few years. Just not enough reviews, sorry, folks.