Lorim swept the blankets off his bed and sat up tiredly. A yawn cracked his jaw as he stretched his arms above his head. Scratching his belly he stood up and walked to the balcony. The door slammed closed again, as if blown by the wind, with a sigh the palace guard secured the door and locked it. Turning around he had no time to react as the fist moved out of the darkness and sent his world into black.
Mirial caught the mans body as it slumped to the floor.
"Ow" she said and shook the hand she had struck him with. Taking pity on the poor guard, she lifted him as best she could and placed him back into his bed.
'You're getting soft' her inner voice chimed in, Mirial waved a dismissive hand and approached the sturdy oak door.
"I'm here for Greenleaf, these guards have done nothing to me to deserve death" she said firmly and eased the door open. Peaking her head out she slipped into the stone corridor. She needed to find the throne room. Looking from left to right, she slipped her dagger back into her sleeve and pursed her lips. 'Was it to the left? Or to the right?' with a shrug she headed to her left.
Legolas turned again in his sleep, blinking to clear his eyes, he stared blearily up at the ceiling. He just could not sleep, he had a feeling of dread that plagued both his waking world and his dream world. Turning again he closed his eyes and gripped the hilt of his dagger.
Mirial sighed in disgust as she found herself in another hallway that looked just like the previous one. Having no other choice she continued to follow the path she had taken. Trailing her fingers along the wall, she looked at the portraits hanging from the wall. She turned as she saw something out of the corner of her eye. 'At last!' there just down the hallway was the throne room. Now to the King and Queens quarters and just down from there...
The assassin paused right in front of his door, suddenly unsure of herself. Burning buildings flashed in her mind, as the memory of her past came up unbidden. With a hiss of anger she reached for the door handle.
The room was pitch black, she heard nothing but could faintly make out the shape of the sleeping Elf. Slipping into the room she closed the door softly behind her. She pulled her fathers blade from it's sheath, and crept slowly toward the oblivious Prince.
She felt her heart race as she stood at the side of his bed, and now heard his soft exhalations. She raised her blade high, and with a sudden motion she brought it down...
Don't ya just hate cliffhangers?
