To Melt a Heart of Ice
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Whatever. (Pout)
Note: Yeah, yeah, long time no update. Here are my lame reasons: Writer's Block, Exams, fanfiction refusing to upload this and sudden thought about the lameness of this story. This might be the last chapter for a long time...I'm not really good at writing these sort of stories.
IMPORTANT NOTE!: ARGH! STILL NEED HOBBIT NAME, PEOPLE! I just need a first name.
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Legolas was bored.
He had been following Alhana for hours, and all she had done was ride, stop to rest, ride, take a drink, ride some more, stop at a tavern, and ride again. He was thoroughly annoyed at Gandalf for sending him on some useless mission to chase after some lass that may or may not know where she was going.
He cursed silently as the elf maiden stopped at yet another inn. The gods knew how long she would be in there. He waited impatiently in the shadow of a nearby broken-down pillar, and watched the door of the inn.
Legolas waited for over half an hour, and still no Alhana. He sighed at looked at the sky. It was already evening. She probably would not be out until morning. He might as well take the time to sort out his thoughts.
Why am I so nervous? ,he asked himself, How is this different from travelling with the Fellowship? Is it because I am all alone? It cannot be, for I have nothing to fear...not anymore...
Legolas finally attributed his abnormal nervousness to the unfamiliar surroundings. The town he was in seemed to be old, broken down, and infested with vermin, both animals and humans. He had asked a young warrior the name of the town earlier.
"The town's nameless," he replied cheerfully in a horrible accent, "and I'd watch me back if I were yeh. Yeh'd never know what might be behind yeh."
When Legolas had made sense of what he had said, he had decided to take the young man's advice, only to find him gone- as well as his money pouch- before he could thank him.
'Stupid little pickpocket', he thought bitterly.
He sighed, and sleepiness soon overcame him.
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Alhana smirked as she saw the elf nod off to sleep. She turned to her brother at the other end of the table and gazed at him from under her cowl. He twitched uncomfortably.
Few people could bear the intense heat of Alhana's stare, Kellarin being one of them, and he had more than once escaped singed. Anthrios was her brother, and yet he now felt that she was a complete stranger.
"I need you to take care of the wizard." Alhana's voice jerked Anthrios from his thoughts.
"The wizard? I assume you mean-what was that name again- Gandorf or something."
"Gandalf."
"Same thing," Anthrios shrugged. "All the same when they're dead."
A smile flitted across Alhana's lips. "I wouldn't be so carefree, my dear brother, the White Wizard may be more powerful than you think."
"But you're more powerful than him, right?" Anthrios said cheerfully.
Alhana sighed. "I have told you many times before, I am currently no more powerful than an apprentice mage. Which is why you must kill the wizard in the first place. His magic is powerful enough to interfere even with the magic of LunaSanctum," she reminded.
Anthrios fidgeted nervously. "I don't think you should do this. After all, I don't trust all this portals and gateways and stuff. And what if I can't kill Gandalf? Why must I kill him anyway? What does he have to do with-"
"Anthrios. You have wanted to be a warrior all your life." Alhana snapped. Anthrios winced at her tone. "Imagine that you are in a battle, and the arrows are whistling around your ears, and the enemy is rushing down on you yelling and screaming like demons freed from Hell. The trumpets are shrieking, and hot, bloody metal slashes the air, and your commander is about to give you an order. And if you take even one second to think about that order or to question that order or decide whether or not you're going to obey that order, you'll be dead. And not only will you be dead, but your comrades will be dead. And not only will they be dead, the battle will be lost."
"Now," Alhana leaned back into her chair. "I am your commander now, even if I am your dear sister. Do as I say, and I promise you will be granted the glory of battle that you have lusted for all your life."
Anthrios was subdued, as well as startled at the long speech of his sister, who was normally one of few words. But he still had one doubt...
"You say he is powerful. I don't trust these wizards."
Alhana laughed, a cold laugh that chilled Anthrios to the bone. "Does that include me, dear brother?" With that, she swept up the stairs to her room, leaving her brother deep in thought.
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Well, that was sort of boring and short. I'm a rookie who's working hard to improve, okay? And don't worry; there will be a twist! As well as many twists to come!
Note: I'm creating a website and RP game site for this story. Think it's a good idea?
I WILL BE CHANGING THE NAME OF THE STORY. THOSE WHO SEARCH THIS STORY ACCORDING TO NAME, PLEASE...DO SOMETHING!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Whatever. (Pout)
Note: Yeah, yeah, long time no update. Here are my lame reasons: Writer's Block, Exams, fanfiction refusing to upload this and sudden thought about the lameness of this story. This might be the last chapter for a long time...I'm not really good at writing these sort of stories.
IMPORTANT NOTE!: ARGH! STILL NEED HOBBIT NAME, PEOPLE! I just need a first name.
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Legolas was bored.
He had been following Alhana for hours, and all she had done was ride, stop to rest, ride, take a drink, ride some more, stop at a tavern, and ride again. He was thoroughly annoyed at Gandalf for sending him on some useless mission to chase after some lass that may or may not know where she was going.
He cursed silently as the elf maiden stopped at yet another inn. The gods knew how long she would be in there. He waited impatiently in the shadow of a nearby broken-down pillar, and watched the door of the inn.
Legolas waited for over half an hour, and still no Alhana. He sighed at looked at the sky. It was already evening. She probably would not be out until morning. He might as well take the time to sort out his thoughts.
Why am I so nervous? ,he asked himself, How is this different from travelling with the Fellowship? Is it because I am all alone? It cannot be, for I have nothing to fear...not anymore...
Legolas finally attributed his abnormal nervousness to the unfamiliar surroundings. The town he was in seemed to be old, broken down, and infested with vermin, both animals and humans. He had asked a young warrior the name of the town earlier.
"The town's nameless," he replied cheerfully in a horrible accent, "and I'd watch me back if I were yeh. Yeh'd never know what might be behind yeh."
When Legolas had made sense of what he had said, he had decided to take the young man's advice, only to find him gone- as well as his money pouch- before he could thank him.
'Stupid little pickpocket', he thought bitterly.
He sighed, and sleepiness soon overcame him.
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Alhana smirked as she saw the elf nod off to sleep. She turned to her brother at the other end of the table and gazed at him from under her cowl. He twitched uncomfortably.
Few people could bear the intense heat of Alhana's stare, Kellarin being one of them, and he had more than once escaped singed. Anthrios was her brother, and yet he now felt that she was a complete stranger.
"I need you to take care of the wizard." Alhana's voice jerked Anthrios from his thoughts.
"The wizard? I assume you mean-what was that name again- Gandorf or something."
"Gandalf."
"Same thing," Anthrios shrugged. "All the same when they're dead."
A smile flitted across Alhana's lips. "I wouldn't be so carefree, my dear brother, the White Wizard may be more powerful than you think."
"But you're more powerful than him, right?" Anthrios said cheerfully.
Alhana sighed. "I have told you many times before, I am currently no more powerful than an apprentice mage. Which is why you must kill the wizard in the first place. His magic is powerful enough to interfere even with the magic of LunaSanctum," she reminded.
Anthrios fidgeted nervously. "I don't think you should do this. After all, I don't trust all this portals and gateways and stuff. And what if I can't kill Gandalf? Why must I kill him anyway? What does he have to do with-"
"Anthrios. You have wanted to be a warrior all your life." Alhana snapped. Anthrios winced at her tone. "Imagine that you are in a battle, and the arrows are whistling around your ears, and the enemy is rushing down on you yelling and screaming like demons freed from Hell. The trumpets are shrieking, and hot, bloody metal slashes the air, and your commander is about to give you an order. And if you take even one second to think about that order or to question that order or decide whether or not you're going to obey that order, you'll be dead. And not only will you be dead, but your comrades will be dead. And not only will they be dead, the battle will be lost."
"Now," Alhana leaned back into her chair. "I am your commander now, even if I am your dear sister. Do as I say, and I promise you will be granted the glory of battle that you have lusted for all your life."
Anthrios was subdued, as well as startled at the long speech of his sister, who was normally one of few words. But he still had one doubt...
"You say he is powerful. I don't trust these wizards."
Alhana laughed, a cold laugh that chilled Anthrios to the bone. "Does that include me, dear brother?" With that, she swept up the stairs to her room, leaving her brother deep in thought.
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Well, that was sort of boring and short. I'm a rookie who's working hard to improve, okay? And don't worry; there will be a twist! As well as many twists to come!
Note: I'm creating a website and RP game site for this story. Think it's a good idea?
I WILL BE CHANGING THE NAME OF THE STORY. THOSE WHO SEARCH THIS STORY ACCORDING TO NAME, PLEASE...DO SOMETHING!