She ate the bread. Happy to have some food in her stomach. Legolas looked
at her again as she ate and thought of taking a small nap himself, but then
noticed Caitlin's head, it had a bandage on it but it looked raw and
perhaps needed to be changed.
"kate-lin," he said as she lifted her head to face him "your head" he said, pointing to her cut. "may I..." he motioned to look at it and she obliged. he gently brushed some of her golden hair out of the way to see the bandage. She felt his skin, soft on her skin. he was so delicate with his movement. His touch was so skillful She felt if she had been asleep she would never have known he was touching her. She leaned against him, her face touching the cloth on his shirt as he worked, his cloths smelled of dirt and yet they also had a sweet nature smell, it reminded her of the scent of an orange grove, when they were at their ripest and it was time to pick them . He carefully unwrapped the bandage and placed some solvent on a cloth, he touched it to her head. It felt warm as he cleaned the wound. Neither spoke to the other but still volumes were said in their interactions. they communicated better than most, even with the language barrier, Legolas and Caitlin could read each other very well. She did not have to tell him what kind of a person she was. He could see in the way she moved, and in her facial expressions. He could see the complexity of her mind and the strength of her spirit. He had met many elves with such characteristics, but only a few humans. She carried herself with such confidence, strength, and determination. To Legolas, he felt someone with such a strong presence must be a queen of some kind in her land. Yet it was not only these traits that drew him to her. She was so comfortable in her own skin, so at home right where she was, and yet she was always ready to take on more. To Legolas, when he was with her, it felt like he was where he belonged. He found himself lost in thought, thoughts of the ring, Frodo, their quest to save middle earth, and Caitlin. The stranger who was not a stranger anymore. But a now good friend. He thought it odd that she had grown on him so quickly, as if they had been old friends when they met. Caitlin began to drift into sleep but awoke herself just as her eyelids closed. She could not fall asleep, they might get up and leave at any moment. She was surprised that she was even able to contemplate sleeping, her mind had been racing all this time, and her adrenaline had been pumping. This was all so new and frightening, but still her eyes demanded sleep and she shook her head for a moment, trying to keep herself awake.
"it would be good to sleep, kate-lin." He said stopping when she shook her head "the road ahead will be long and whenever possible if you can rest you should." He said. "I will be finished, shortly and let you rest." A small smile crept across her face as he spoke. He worked more quickly now, and wrapped the bandage securely around her head. When he had finished she sat up and felt his work around her head. "wow, this is a really good job." She said with a smile. Than turning to face him she paused and then said "thank you."
"Then I leave you to your sleep." He said standing to his feet. She watched him walk away and then rested her head to the blanket, and as soon as her head rested on it she was asleep.
While asleep, Caitlin dreamed of the fall of middle earth, Souron had
taken his legions of orcs and uruk hai beyond the east and all the way
past Rohan, Gondor and even Rivendell. The shire had fallen and the
peaceful life of thousands was joined by death and grief, hate and
danger. The elf's left middle earth, leaving the rest of it to its
doom, she stood at the edge of the sea watching the last of the ships
leave with Elrond and Arwen.
The villages burned, the sight of them, smoldering to nothing, smoke
rising from the ashes, a distant memory of the joy that once was
there.
Caitlin could feel the flames on her face, the heat on her body, she
at first thought it was a house burning, but turning around she saw it
was the dead, pilled and burned, within the flames she saw faces of
those she knew as friends. Frodo, Sam, pippin, marry, Boromir,
Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, she sunk to her knees and screamed
but no sound came out. She felt something touch her shoulder and
looking back saw an orc grabbing her, his weapon ready to strike. she
awoke, with a start, finding Boromir shaking her awake. Legolas stood
close by, strapping his quiver to his back. "it is time to go" said Boromir. He looked at Caitlin and smiled. She gathered herself up and brushed the dirt from her cloths, she felt cold, and realized she was covered in sweat. Wiping it from her brow, her arm brushed by the bandage that was wrapped around her head. Though she was covered in a cold sweat she was happy to see her cloths had completely dried. looking toward Gandalf who was standing at the entrance to the passageway, she felt fear rise in her once more. Her head felt swollen and her vision was abit blurred. What is wrong with me, she said silently to herself. Yet she walked on with them down into the darkness.
Walking down the corridor, she couldn't see much, and she felt along
the walls to find her footing. The cold stone walls were damp and
humid, like a cave she had once visited on a trip to Colorado, but
here, she had never been in such blackness before, had Gandalf not had
his light she feared she would be lost in this darkness forever.
Her head pounded, and her hands shook, she still felt cold and she wiped her brow again, removing a new layer of sweat that had formed.
They walked in silence, no one spoke but the sound of their breathing heavy and rough was heard. As was the sound of their footsteps, unsteady on the unknown ground of rock beneath them.
They journeyed on for hours through the narrow passageways. Caitlin still felt cold, and her stomach tumbled, making her feel nocuous. then they finally reached the halls, the city of Moria. The city was huge and the great architecture amazing, yet Caitlin had a hard time finding the splendor of it, her body trembled and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep them from shaking.
Gimli ran to the grand chamber, she did not notice until she heard his screams of anguish echoing through the halls. Caitlin ran toward the room with the rest of the fellowship. Gimli knelt down near the coffin, his grief preventing all from ignoring the destruction that lay before them. But to Caitlin everything was spinning, she couldn't hear anything, and yet every noise cut into her head like a knife, her head pounded and she closed her eyes trying to stop the room from spinning.
Then opening her eyes she did feel more oriented to the room. Yet she was unprepared for what lay before her, she saw Gimli on top of the coffin as Boromir and Aragorn boarded the doors, they were preparing for the orcs who would come and attack. How had this happened so quickly? Had she really been so disoriented for that long, but there was no time for contemplation as the orcs began breaking into the room.
This was were things counted, her years of martial arts training would have to be put to the test and if they failed she would die, their was no time for anything but accuracy and courage. she picked up a sword that lay beside one of the fallen dwarves. she took deep breaths in remembering to center herself as the sweat dripped from her brow down her nose and her hands shook with the sword still positioned in them. She slowly brought her sword above her head in a position of attack called dishodon. Her front foot out in direct alignment with her left arm as it bent to hold the sword above her head, her back foot pointed in a 45 degree angle outward from her and carried most of her weight. Her sword was not so far back that it would give an open strike to her mid section but was raised enough to give a deadly strike to her opponent. She breathed heavily again, and repositioned her grip so it wasn't too tight. She could not think about her body or fear. She backed up next to the hobbits and Gandalf who were also ready to fight.
Legolas stood, bow ready. As the orcs began to break through Legolas and Aragorn let fly a few arrows, killing the first few orcs.
"Here they come"
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"kate-lin," he said as she lifted her head to face him "your head" he said, pointing to her cut. "may I..." he motioned to look at it and she obliged. he gently brushed some of her golden hair out of the way to see the bandage. She felt his skin, soft on her skin. he was so delicate with his movement. His touch was so skillful She felt if she had been asleep she would never have known he was touching her. She leaned against him, her face touching the cloth on his shirt as he worked, his cloths smelled of dirt and yet they also had a sweet nature smell, it reminded her of the scent of an orange grove, when they were at their ripest and it was time to pick them . He carefully unwrapped the bandage and placed some solvent on a cloth, he touched it to her head. It felt warm as he cleaned the wound. Neither spoke to the other but still volumes were said in their interactions. they communicated better than most, even with the language barrier, Legolas and Caitlin could read each other very well. She did not have to tell him what kind of a person she was. He could see in the way she moved, and in her facial expressions. He could see the complexity of her mind and the strength of her spirit. He had met many elves with such characteristics, but only a few humans. She carried herself with such confidence, strength, and determination. To Legolas, he felt someone with such a strong presence must be a queen of some kind in her land. Yet it was not only these traits that drew him to her. She was so comfortable in her own skin, so at home right where she was, and yet she was always ready to take on more. To Legolas, when he was with her, it felt like he was where he belonged. He found himself lost in thought, thoughts of the ring, Frodo, their quest to save middle earth, and Caitlin. The stranger who was not a stranger anymore. But a now good friend. He thought it odd that she had grown on him so quickly, as if they had been old friends when they met. Caitlin began to drift into sleep but awoke herself just as her eyelids closed. She could not fall asleep, they might get up and leave at any moment. She was surprised that she was even able to contemplate sleeping, her mind had been racing all this time, and her adrenaline had been pumping. This was all so new and frightening, but still her eyes demanded sleep and she shook her head for a moment, trying to keep herself awake.
"it would be good to sleep, kate-lin." He said stopping when she shook her head "the road ahead will be long and whenever possible if you can rest you should." He said. "I will be finished, shortly and let you rest." A small smile crept across her face as he spoke. He worked more quickly now, and wrapped the bandage securely around her head. When he had finished she sat up and felt his work around her head. "wow, this is a really good job." She said with a smile. Than turning to face him she paused and then said "thank you."
"Then I leave you to your sleep." He said standing to his feet. She watched him walk away and then rested her head to the blanket, and as soon as her head rested on it she was asleep.
While asleep, Caitlin dreamed of the fall of middle earth, Souron had
taken his legions of orcs and uruk hai beyond the east and all the way
past Rohan, Gondor and even Rivendell. The shire had fallen and the
peaceful life of thousands was joined by death and grief, hate and
danger. The elf's left middle earth, leaving the rest of it to its
doom, she stood at the edge of the sea watching the last of the ships
leave with Elrond and Arwen.
The villages burned, the sight of them, smoldering to nothing, smoke
rising from the ashes, a distant memory of the joy that once was
there.
Caitlin could feel the flames on her face, the heat on her body, she
at first thought it was a house burning, but turning around she saw it
was the dead, pilled and burned, within the flames she saw faces of
those she knew as friends. Frodo, Sam, pippin, marry, Boromir,
Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, Gimli, she sunk to her knees and screamed
but no sound came out. She felt something touch her shoulder and
looking back saw an orc grabbing her, his weapon ready to strike. she
awoke, with a start, finding Boromir shaking her awake. Legolas stood
close by, strapping his quiver to his back. "it is time to go" said Boromir. He looked at Caitlin and smiled. She gathered herself up and brushed the dirt from her cloths, she felt cold, and realized she was covered in sweat. Wiping it from her brow, her arm brushed by the bandage that was wrapped around her head. Though she was covered in a cold sweat she was happy to see her cloths had completely dried. looking toward Gandalf who was standing at the entrance to the passageway, she felt fear rise in her once more. Her head felt swollen and her vision was abit blurred. What is wrong with me, she said silently to herself. Yet she walked on with them down into the darkness.
Walking down the corridor, she couldn't see much, and she felt along
the walls to find her footing. The cold stone walls were damp and
humid, like a cave she had once visited on a trip to Colorado, but
here, she had never been in such blackness before, had Gandalf not had
his light she feared she would be lost in this darkness forever.
Her head pounded, and her hands shook, she still felt cold and she wiped her brow again, removing a new layer of sweat that had formed.
They walked in silence, no one spoke but the sound of their breathing heavy and rough was heard. As was the sound of their footsteps, unsteady on the unknown ground of rock beneath them.
They journeyed on for hours through the narrow passageways. Caitlin still felt cold, and her stomach tumbled, making her feel nocuous. then they finally reached the halls, the city of Moria. The city was huge and the great architecture amazing, yet Caitlin had a hard time finding the splendor of it, her body trembled and she wrapped her arms around herself to keep them from shaking.
Gimli ran to the grand chamber, she did not notice until she heard his screams of anguish echoing through the halls. Caitlin ran toward the room with the rest of the fellowship. Gimli knelt down near the coffin, his grief preventing all from ignoring the destruction that lay before them. But to Caitlin everything was spinning, she couldn't hear anything, and yet every noise cut into her head like a knife, her head pounded and she closed her eyes trying to stop the room from spinning.
Then opening her eyes she did feel more oriented to the room. Yet she was unprepared for what lay before her, she saw Gimli on top of the coffin as Boromir and Aragorn boarded the doors, they were preparing for the orcs who would come and attack. How had this happened so quickly? Had she really been so disoriented for that long, but there was no time for contemplation as the orcs began breaking into the room.
This was were things counted, her years of martial arts training would have to be put to the test and if they failed she would die, their was no time for anything but accuracy and courage. she picked up a sword that lay beside one of the fallen dwarves. she took deep breaths in remembering to center herself as the sweat dripped from her brow down her nose and her hands shook with the sword still positioned in them. She slowly brought her sword above her head in a position of attack called dishodon. Her front foot out in direct alignment with her left arm as it bent to hold the sword above her head, her back foot pointed in a 45 degree angle outward from her and carried most of her weight. Her sword was not so far back that it would give an open strike to her mid section but was raised enough to give a deadly strike to her opponent. She breathed heavily again, and repositioned her grip so it wasn't too tight. She could not think about her body or fear. She backed up next to the hobbits and Gandalf who were also ready to fight.
Legolas stood, bow ready. As the orcs began to break through Legolas and Aragorn let fly a few arrows, killing the first few orcs.
"Here they come"
HI, WELL THAT IS THE END OF THAT CHAPTER, THE NEXT ONE SHOULD BE UP SOON, TELL ME WATCHA THINK SO FAR I WOULD LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU.
Aiko alima