Thranduil's Longest Day
by SkyFire
A/N:
1)It's been a while, hmmm? Sorry about that... :o(
2)Anyone interested in PotC fic, I've got a couple up now, just short things. Genre is humor/angst,
as usual... Check them out; they're listed in my profile page, under the titles 'Weigh Anchor'
and 'The Pet'.
For Disclaimers, see part 1.
.
*****
Thranduil's Longest Day
By SkyFire
Part 7
Thranduil, pulling helplessly against the sticky webbing that bound him, stared at the dripping
mandibles that came steadily closer.
//Merciful Valar,// he prayed fervently as the monster's fould breath rolled over him in rancid
waves. //Let Legolas remain unconscious. Do not make him witness my death.//
Thranduil closed his eyes tightly as he felt the first light scrape of mandibles against his
shoulder--
Before the hungry spider could sink its fangs in, there was an irritated chittering from the
trees all around, then the spider was knocked away from the Elf king by a swiftly-moving blur
from one side, a blur that resolved into...
...another spider.
"Mine!" hissed the first spider, slowly righting itself on its hairy legs, clawed feet digging
into the clearing's bone carpet.
"Not!" cackled another. "Not decided who gets the juicy ones!"
"I caught him!" the first spider hissed in reply. It took a few steps toward where Thranduil
hung, but was blocked by other spiders.
"Matters not who did the catching," one said, voice high and scratchy. "It is here now."
"But--"
Whatever the spider had intended to say was never known, for just then its words trailed off into
a scream of pain as an arrow embedded itself in one of the beast's eyes.
The arrows were hissing through the air, burying themselves in spider-flesh as often as glancing
off the hard, hairy carapaces.
Unable to help in the fight, Thranduil paid it little heed, save to note that the unseen archers
were indeed routing the spiders; already injured by Legolas' earlier efforts, most had no
interest in another fight.
Instead, Thranduil turned his attention back to the limp form of his son. "Legolas?" he hissed.
No response. He risked a low shout. "Legolas!"
A twitch, followed shortly by a sickly-sounding moan. "A-ad-da?" came the faint query.
"Yes, Legolas," Thranduil said. Another quick glance showed the fight to be nearly over, the
spiders --those that were left-- retreating with hissed taunts and curses.
"A-ada, I do not feel very well."
Thranduil winced in sympathy; after a total of five spider-stings, he was sure that his son was
feeling more than just a *little* unwell. "I understand. But we will be getting away from here
soon, and we will get you medicines." //Even if I have to give up some of my treasure to these
archers, I'll see you freed and well!//
At last, spiders routed, the archers entered the bone-littered clearing.
Mirkwood's king blinked, stared. Surely he and his son hadn't been rescued by--
//The spider-poison,// he thought to himself. //That has to be it. The spider-poison is making
me hallucinate.//
That solved, Thranduil closed his eyes, focused his will on seeing past the hallucination.
Opened his eyes.
Looked again.
Groaned.
Shook his head, as if to shake the vision free.
Groaned again.
The sight before and beneath him remained the same.
Below them in the clearing, scouts keeping a sharp eyes out for the spiders' return, even as some
of their number noticed the trapped and dangling Elves and began working out a way to get them
down without causing them further injury, stood their mysterious archer saviours.
A band of--
TBC...
--
Ooh! *Evil* rabid plotbunnies! *Evil*!! ...*evil grin*
I know, I know, short chapter. *sigh* I'm sorry, but this is all I have right now, and I didn't
want to wait another couple of months before updating...
Any guesses who... or what... these 'mysterious' archers are? *grin*
Anyways, if you liked it, please click the button down there and let the plotbunnies and I know! :o)
by SkyFire
A/N:
1)It's been a while, hmmm? Sorry about that... :o(
2)Anyone interested in PotC fic, I've got a couple up now, just short things. Genre is humor/angst,
as usual... Check them out; they're listed in my profile page, under the titles 'Weigh Anchor'
and 'The Pet'.
For Disclaimers, see part 1.
.
*****
Thranduil's Longest Day
By SkyFire
Part 7
Thranduil, pulling helplessly against the sticky webbing that bound him, stared at the dripping
mandibles that came steadily closer.
//Merciful Valar,// he prayed fervently as the monster's fould breath rolled over him in rancid
waves. //Let Legolas remain unconscious. Do not make him witness my death.//
Thranduil closed his eyes tightly as he felt the first light scrape of mandibles against his
shoulder--
Before the hungry spider could sink its fangs in, there was an irritated chittering from the
trees all around, then the spider was knocked away from the Elf king by a swiftly-moving blur
from one side, a blur that resolved into...
...another spider.
"Mine!" hissed the first spider, slowly righting itself on its hairy legs, clawed feet digging
into the clearing's bone carpet.
"Not!" cackled another. "Not decided who gets the juicy ones!"
"I caught him!" the first spider hissed in reply. It took a few steps toward where Thranduil
hung, but was blocked by other spiders.
"Matters not who did the catching," one said, voice high and scratchy. "It is here now."
"But--"
Whatever the spider had intended to say was never known, for just then its words trailed off into
a scream of pain as an arrow embedded itself in one of the beast's eyes.
The arrows were hissing through the air, burying themselves in spider-flesh as often as glancing
off the hard, hairy carapaces.
Unable to help in the fight, Thranduil paid it little heed, save to note that the unseen archers
were indeed routing the spiders; already injured by Legolas' earlier efforts, most had no
interest in another fight.
Instead, Thranduil turned his attention back to the limp form of his son. "Legolas?" he hissed.
No response. He risked a low shout. "Legolas!"
A twitch, followed shortly by a sickly-sounding moan. "A-ad-da?" came the faint query.
"Yes, Legolas," Thranduil said. Another quick glance showed the fight to be nearly over, the
spiders --those that were left-- retreating with hissed taunts and curses.
"A-ada, I do not feel very well."
Thranduil winced in sympathy; after a total of five spider-stings, he was sure that his son was
feeling more than just a *little* unwell. "I understand. But we will be getting away from here
soon, and we will get you medicines." //Even if I have to give up some of my treasure to these
archers, I'll see you freed and well!//
At last, spiders routed, the archers entered the bone-littered clearing.
Mirkwood's king blinked, stared. Surely he and his son hadn't been rescued by--
//The spider-poison,// he thought to himself. //That has to be it. The spider-poison is making
me hallucinate.//
That solved, Thranduil closed his eyes, focused his will on seeing past the hallucination.
Opened his eyes.
Looked again.
Groaned.
Shook his head, as if to shake the vision free.
Groaned again.
The sight before and beneath him remained the same.
Below them in the clearing, scouts keeping a sharp eyes out for the spiders' return, even as some
of their number noticed the trapped and dangling Elves and began working out a way to get them
down without causing them further injury, stood their mysterious archer saviours.
A band of--
TBC...
--
Ooh! *Evil* rabid plotbunnies! *Evil*!! ...*evil grin*
I know, I know, short chapter. *sigh* I'm sorry, but this is all I have right now, and I didn't
want to wait another couple of months before updating...
Any guesses who... or what... these 'mysterious' archers are? *grin*
Anyways, if you liked it, please click the button down there and let the plotbunnies and I know! :o)