It's Late By RabidTortise
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With a roar he turned and made to stab the thing attacking him only to see.... "Tuon. What in the light are you doing here?" he said while moving the dagger away from its 'to close for comfort' position near her throat.
Still shaking from her near death experience, Tuon started to tell Mat about how the last Fade had caved in the wall of their wagon and they had to scatter, when he stopped he with a hand over her mouth. "Tell me later" he said, "But right now where are the others? Are they all right? Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" He looked gennualy concerned about her. Or maybe it was just concern for the others. She didn't know.
So she responded truthfully, "The others are gone. They went to Andor just like you said, I don't know if they're all right at all though. But I'm fine." He only lost the worried look on his face at the last answer. "Although I have no idea which way they went." She added as an after thought.
"Oh that's the easy part" he said "A large camp like that one will be simple to track. But for now, Are all the Trollocs gone?" "I have no idea, I had no weapon so I was forced to flee." She was rather ashamed of her actions now, but at the time it was all she could do. "No weapon, at all?" he asked. "Nope, not one. I'm a prisoner remember?" "Oh yeah! Forgot." He answered with a sheepish gin and a hand behind his neck.
Tuon couldn't help but laugh at this display. 'He's so cute! Wait! Cute! Him? Did I just think that!? Oh man, I'm losing it." Her musings were interrupted when Mat handed her a long dagger from his boot. "Here, the lady can not go unarmed into danger now can she?" She didn't reach for the dagger, only stare at it and asked, "Danger, what do you mean?"
"Someone has to go out there to find out which way were going from the trail and I just can't leave you here to fend for yourself. Something might happen to you." That worried look was back on his face and this time she new whom it was for. "Alright" She said reaching for the still proffered dagger.
As she took it her hand brushed Mat's, and she felt something as she jerked her hand back quickly. Had he felt it to? She could only wonder.
When she finally took the dagger he offered, their hands brushed against one another's. He felt a strangely satisfying shock leap through his entire body just from that simple gesture. Apparently Tuon noticed it too, because she jerked her hand back as if burnt. She looked slightly frightened as they crept into the abandoned field that used to hold an entire circus not a few hours before.
They made it unnoticed to the collapsed purple wagon, and Mat told Tuon to stay where she was. So she crouched down into the shadows cast by the other wagons left behind in the quick get away. Lucas was gone though she noted with much scorn. The pompous jerk. Probably held up every one else with his selfish desires. "I wonder if everyone is alright," She thought.
Where on earth was Mat? He'd been gone at least fifteen minutes. Well if it was safe for him, than it was safe for her too. So with that thought she started to creep out into the cleaning when suddenly she saw something scuttle towards her through the shadows of the wagons. Panicking she pulled back into the shadows, yanking out the dagger that Mat had given her.
It was more like a short sword to her, but she had never used a sword at all in her life, but she would just have to hope that whatever it was she had seen hadn't seen her. But as the creature moved out of the shadows and towards her, she let out a sigh of relief when she recognized Mats skulking form.
As she slid the dagger/short sword back into the sheath, Mat spoke up, "You don't want to be putting that away quite yet. We've got Trollocs." He spoke in a hushed tone indicating the need for silence. "Come on." He said grabbing her hand and gently pulling her out of the shadows towards the surrounding woods. The shock that swept through Tuon was familiar now and she didn't jerk away at his touch.
It was amazing how their hands just seemed to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, she mused, as Mat pulled her into the surrounding trees. All thoughts about anything else were banished from her mind as a bestial cry was heard from behind her. Before Tuon could turn around her hand was wrenched from Mat's as she was lifted from the ground by a pair of gigantic arms from behind. She lost her cool completely at that and screamed for all she was worth.
When Tuon's hand was torn from his, Mat spun into action. Pulling a dagger out from under his coat he turned to stab the Trolloc who held her in the gut just as she shrieked like a banshee . As the Trolloc felt the blade cut into his flesh, he dropped his burden and fell to the ground in shock. Mat was, of course, waiting for this and caught Tuon before she could hit the ground.
With the tiny women in his arms, Mat turned tail and ran for all he was worth in the opposite direction. When he finally stopped for breath a little while later, He set a still shocked princess on the ground. It was hard to believe how light she was, and how small. He hadn't actually noticed it until now. She seemed so fragile just then, almost like a porcelain doll. Not that he would ever be fool enough to say that to her. He might bloody well pick his head up next new moon.
"Damn women" Mat sighed in exasperation "Do you always scream that loud or just when I'm near by?" He asked "My ear is still ringing!" She laughed a little at this and said in mock-hurt. "It's not my fault you didn't protect me" "I did so protect you! If I wasn't around you'd be in a Trolloc cook pot right now, and you know it." "If you weren't around I would still be in Ebou Dar right now." She smirked when she saw his defeated expression. "Okay, fine you win" he hung his head in defeat. "But I did just save your arse right now. And what a pretty little arse it is!" he just had to put in to. Besides it was pretty. He then flashed his best grin at a red face Tuon and turned to walk into the forest.
H'okay, bye bye I'm going on vacation. So I should update in about a week. R&R PLZ
With a roar he turned and made to stab the thing attacking him only to see.... "Tuon. What in the light are you doing here?" he said while moving the dagger away from its 'to close for comfort' position near her throat.
Still shaking from her near death experience, Tuon started to tell Mat about how the last Fade had caved in the wall of their wagon and they had to scatter, when he stopped he with a hand over her mouth. "Tell me later" he said, "But right now where are the others? Are they all right? Are you all right? Did I hurt you?" He looked gennualy concerned about her. Or maybe it was just concern for the others. She didn't know.
So she responded truthfully, "The others are gone. They went to Andor just like you said, I don't know if they're all right at all though. But I'm fine." He only lost the worried look on his face at the last answer. "Although I have no idea which way they went." She added as an after thought.
"Oh that's the easy part" he said "A large camp like that one will be simple to track. But for now, Are all the Trollocs gone?" "I have no idea, I had no weapon so I was forced to flee." She was rather ashamed of her actions now, but at the time it was all she could do. "No weapon, at all?" he asked. "Nope, not one. I'm a prisoner remember?" "Oh yeah! Forgot." He answered with a sheepish gin and a hand behind his neck.
Tuon couldn't help but laugh at this display. 'He's so cute! Wait! Cute! Him? Did I just think that!? Oh man, I'm losing it." Her musings were interrupted when Mat handed her a long dagger from his boot. "Here, the lady can not go unarmed into danger now can she?" She didn't reach for the dagger, only stare at it and asked, "Danger, what do you mean?"
"Someone has to go out there to find out which way were going from the trail and I just can't leave you here to fend for yourself. Something might happen to you." That worried look was back on his face and this time she new whom it was for. "Alright" She said reaching for the still proffered dagger.
As she took it her hand brushed Mat's, and she felt something as she jerked her hand back quickly. Had he felt it to? She could only wonder.
When she finally took the dagger he offered, their hands brushed against one another's. He felt a strangely satisfying shock leap through his entire body just from that simple gesture. Apparently Tuon noticed it too, because she jerked her hand back as if burnt. She looked slightly frightened as they crept into the abandoned field that used to hold an entire circus not a few hours before.
They made it unnoticed to the collapsed purple wagon, and Mat told Tuon to stay where she was. So she crouched down into the shadows cast by the other wagons left behind in the quick get away. Lucas was gone though she noted with much scorn. The pompous jerk. Probably held up every one else with his selfish desires. "I wonder if everyone is alright," She thought.
Where on earth was Mat? He'd been gone at least fifteen minutes. Well if it was safe for him, than it was safe for her too. So with that thought she started to creep out into the cleaning when suddenly she saw something scuttle towards her through the shadows of the wagons. Panicking she pulled back into the shadows, yanking out the dagger that Mat had given her.
It was more like a short sword to her, but she had never used a sword at all in her life, but she would just have to hope that whatever it was she had seen hadn't seen her. But as the creature moved out of the shadows and towards her, she let out a sigh of relief when she recognized Mats skulking form.
As she slid the dagger/short sword back into the sheath, Mat spoke up, "You don't want to be putting that away quite yet. We've got Trollocs." He spoke in a hushed tone indicating the need for silence. "Come on." He said grabbing her hand and gently pulling her out of the shadows towards the surrounding woods. The shock that swept through Tuon was familiar now and she didn't jerk away at his touch.
It was amazing how their hands just seemed to fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, she mused, as Mat pulled her into the surrounding trees. All thoughts about anything else were banished from her mind as a bestial cry was heard from behind her. Before Tuon could turn around her hand was wrenched from Mat's as she was lifted from the ground by a pair of gigantic arms from behind. She lost her cool completely at that and screamed for all she was worth.
When Tuon's hand was torn from his, Mat spun into action. Pulling a dagger out from under his coat he turned to stab the Trolloc who held her in the gut just as she shrieked like a banshee . As the Trolloc felt the blade cut into his flesh, he dropped his burden and fell to the ground in shock. Mat was, of course, waiting for this and caught Tuon before she could hit the ground.
With the tiny women in his arms, Mat turned tail and ran for all he was worth in the opposite direction. When he finally stopped for breath a little while later, He set a still shocked princess on the ground. It was hard to believe how light she was, and how small. He hadn't actually noticed it until now. She seemed so fragile just then, almost like a porcelain doll. Not that he would ever be fool enough to say that to her. He might bloody well pick his head up next new moon.
"Damn women" Mat sighed in exasperation "Do you always scream that loud or just when I'm near by?" He asked "My ear is still ringing!" She laughed a little at this and said in mock-hurt. "It's not my fault you didn't protect me" "I did so protect you! If I wasn't around you'd be in a Trolloc cook pot right now, and you know it." "If you weren't around I would still be in Ebou Dar right now." She smirked when she saw his defeated expression. "Okay, fine you win" he hung his head in defeat. "But I did just save your arse right now. And what a pretty little arse it is!" he just had to put in to. Besides it was pretty. He then flashed his best grin at a red face Tuon and turned to walk into the forest.
H'okay, bye bye I'm going on vacation. So I should update in about a week. R&R PLZ