Okay... um... maybe this will explain things...
Sorry it's short, but I've been having computer problems the last few days and had to re-type it on a school computer when given the chance.
And maybe it won't explain things...
Dunno.
Let me know.
Thanks guys!
It was weary, hunting spiders all the time. Thankfully they were often close enough to several villages they could escape the endless hunt for a short while and a meal, and to repair the traps that Miranol had created. They worked well, but sometimes they had to clear out too quickly, and ended up leaving a critical piece behind. Once the design was known to by the villagers, their smiths often hung them in the woods… which wasn't always helpful, but so far they hadn't been caught up in them.
He hoped Nenya was doing well. They had been unable to find her, but knew she was alive, just as he knew where the spiders were, and what the land was like… to a degree. He had a sense of having been there before, though he knew it wasn't so, and he got a strong dark spot on his mental map of the forest whenever spiders were close. White spiders and the wolves were a brighter spot, but Nenya seemed able to keep herself from his notice.
He sighed softly and looked around, something telling him they weren't alone though he couldn't find anything out of place or on his mental map.
"What's the matter, Legolas?" Ertelen asked softly. They'd gotten used to this, though it still surprised them. By the time they could sense the spiders, he had already steered them into a safe place which was good for shooting and trapping. Oleydya had done well, sending them food and arrows, many of which they sent with the wolves to Nenya, knowing they would get them to her safely even if she wouldn't acknowledge their help.
"I don't know," he murmured, his gaze flickering over anything that moved, that might be out of place.
"So I find you well yet again," a voice hissed from behind a tree, just as blackness swarmed through Legolas's mental map, covering it with darkness as spiders surrounded them, wrapping them quickly in thick, sticky threads.
The attack had been so sudden, so overwhelming, that they had only been able to kill a few of the creatures before they were overcome. They were trapped against the trees, and the elf who had spoke walked forward.
"Weakling prince. What ever made you think you could ever beat me? I have triumphed."
"A coward who walks in shadows, hides his face and masks his voice calls me weak?" Legolas laughed softly, shaking his head. "And I thought these last months were laughable." He held his head up, his eyes flashing as he confronted the one who had wanted him dead. Somehow, this couldn't be right. After everything he had done, after everything he had survived, it didn't seem possible he would die like this. It added a sense of the unreal to the whole thing, mingling in the blood that turned the world darker than the lack of light.
"You know who I am," the elf hissed.
"But do you know who you are?" a new voice hissed from the shadows. "It's rather amusing to see you flounder around without a clue to your past, stumbling across things you should have been told when you reached adulthood," it continued. "Of course, you never knew which voice to listen to, did you?"
"Show yourself!" he hissed, leaving the immediate circle of bound elves to confront the new being.
"Gladly!" Another elf dropped from the trees, but hissed loudly when a spider moved to secure her. Nenya lowered her head slightly, her eyes seeming to glow in the darkness. "Be gone!" The spiders backed up a bit, milling around in confusion.
"She has spirit," one hissed.
"Strong blood."
"Let's drink of her."
"Good luck, my aunts," she hissed back. "I am the daughter of the spider witch. Know it and fear me, for I control you blood as does this traitor of an elf." Her eyes flashed angrily as she turned to the elf in question. "You are pathetic," she hissed, circling slightly as she drew closer to the hooded being.
"You don't know who I am," he sneered.
She laughed softly, a horrible, hissing sound. "I know better than you do. You were never terribly clever, I'm afraid. Spider poison. Really! Who but you could have got it, without the fear of injury that would have frightened anyone else weak enough to choose poison?"
"What are you talking about?" the elf asked, his voice losing a little bit of its hiss.
"You don't know?" Nenya asked, still circling. A small smile twisted her lips. "We are two of a kind, of course. Always have been. After all," she hissed, lowering her body slightly closer to the ground as she studied his movements, "we have the same mother, brother dearest."