I'm still running away.
I won't play your hide and seek game.
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
What a dizzy dance.
This sweetness will not be concerned with me.
No the sweetness will not be concerned with.
Jimmy Eat World
Chapter 9
Rinsereg reclined against the tree and smiled contentedly. Things were going exactly as she had planned. She had the Elven prince ready to do her every whim and as a result, she knew that the others would not dare attack her – at least without provocation.
She frowned as she recalled that Aragorn was constantly hovering over her, keeping her resting and insisting that she stay abed in case she had a relapse.
As much as she liked knowing that the handsome king of Gondor was also concerned about her, it grated on her nerves to have to play the helpless female in order to gain her goal.
'Then again,' she mused. "Having these two at my disposal is not a bad thing at all. I can poison their minds against the she-elf and then kill them at my leisure."
Having decided that, Rinsereg leaned back against the tree and began to plot her move.
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Four days later, Rinsereg was beginning to feel as if she was going mad.
She was not let out of sight of anyone in the camp and she was beginning to regret putting Legolas under her spell, as the blond elf was constantly underfoot.
"I think I'll kill him first," she fumed as she caught sight of him coming towards her yet again. With her mind made up, she smiled sweetly at the archer and gave him her best come-hither look.
He responded instantly and she coyly played with his tunic as she whispered into his ear.
"Would you like to accompany me to the river? I feel the need for a bath."
His eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly. Rinsereg smiled in anticipation of the blood that she was going to shed soon.
She was so caught up in her fantasy of sliding her blade into his flesh, that she was unaware of the fact that Erúvë was stealthily following them.
The she-elf had a look of determination on her finely moulded features. She knew that Rinsereg was up to no good and today she had awoken with the premonition that the other female was going to try and harm someone in the group.
Since Erúvë was not one to disregard her intuition, she had kept a close eye on the other Elf and as a result had been close enough to see her beckon to Legolas and then take his hand and lead him into the direction of the river.
Erúvë's mouth thinned. "Stupid Elf," she thought in disgust. "Letting a pretty face him to his demise. It's almost as if he was under a spell........."
Her eyes widened as she realized that that was exactly it. She cursed herself for being so dimwitted as to not have recognized the signs earlier.
The witch had put an enchantment on Legolas.
Erúvë wanted to laugh out loud for determining the reason behind Legolas' strange behaviour these past days. She felt a wave of relief as well, but refused to dwell fully on the reason for it.
Quickly, she stalked the pair, drawing her sword as she moved through the trees.
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Rinsereg eyed Legolas as she seductively slipped her long leggings off. Her brown tunic came only to mid-thigh and she could feel the intensity of his silver-blue gaze as he focused on her.
She smiled sweetly at him and purred, "Why don't you join me, my fine prince?"
"With pleasure," he replied, hardly recognizing the heavy tones of his own voice. In the deep recesses of his mind, he was aware of his senses indicating great danger, but for some strange reason, he felt unconcerned with doing anything to protect himself. All he could think about was getting Rinsereg in his arms.
Rinsereg waited until he had unstrapped his sword and dropped his bow and arrows, before she attacked.
Legolas just looked at her with a stunned expression on his face as she transformed in front of him.
She ran her long nails through her snow white hair and smiled. "Prepare to die, melanin."
She raised her sword and held it over her head. Caught in her spell, the Mirkwood prince was unable to defend himself against her.
The sword came down, in one swift movement, but was blocked at the last moment by another blade.
Red eyes blazing, Rinsereg turned towards Legolas' saviour. Erúvë smiled coldly at her as her deep green eyes regarded Rinsereg in her true form.
"By the Valar," she stated mock-cheerfully. "I always thought that you were an ugly bitch." With that, she reached to her side and in a lightning fast move, brought a dagger to Rinsereg's throat. "Drop the sword."
Pretending compliance, Rinsereg did just that, knowing that Erúvë was unaware of the fact that her nails made more effective weapons for the female Drow. She also had a poisoned dagger hidden high up on her leg and she smiled to herself, knowing that she would kill the she-elf today.
Erúvë was unaware of her captive's thoughts and she made a fatal mistake in glancing swiftly at Legolas to ensure that he was alright.
It was then that Rinsereg made her move. She slashed out with her claws, ripping through the fabric of Erúvë's sleeve. The Elf cried out in pain and in retaliation, stabbed at Rinsereg with her dagger.
Erúvë was an excellent swordswoman and her aim was true, piercing through the upper arm of the Drow.
Rinsereg stared in disbelief at the wound, then glared at Erúvë. "You little maggot," she snarled. "I'll tear you to shreds for that."
She dove for he sword before Erúvë could do anything about it and the two began a desperate battle for their lives.
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Legolas shook his head and stared in confusion at his surroundings. "Why am I at the river?" he wondered. Then his attention was drawn by the sounds of clashing swords and he looked up to see Erúvë and the female Elf that he had met in the woods engaged in a duel.
"What in the name of the Valar is going on here?"
Then the past days came rushing back to him and he narrowed his eyes. The bloody witch had had him like a stinking dog at her heels! He remembered that she was about to kill him when Erúvë had stepped in and saved his life. Glancing down at his feet, he picked up his bow and fitted an arrow to it. He soon realized however, that even as skilled as he was, he would be unable to shoot Rinsereg as she cleverly kept Erúvë between herself and Legolas.
Rinsereg also had her back against a tree, so that Legolas could not circle around them and end her miserable life. He felt a grudging stab of respect for her strategic fighting abilities.
He sighed and put down his bow. Gathering his sword, he prepared to enter the fight when he saw Rinsereg slash Erúvë across her left arm. The she- elf faltered and Rinsereg moved in for the kill.
Without thinking, Legolas dived in and raised his sword to the Drow's. The blades came together with metallic clashes and Rinsereg's eyes spit hatred at him.
He was amazed at her strength. Legolas knew that he was no weakling; yet, this female seemed to be at least twice as strong as he was. He could feel her overpowering him and he fought desperately to hold his own. He made on disastrous mistake however, in stumbling over a loose stone at the bank of the river.
In a flash, Rinsereg had buried her sword in his side. Legolas paused for a moment, stunned, then crumpled to the floor.
"No!" Erúvë cried out and released the arrow that she had been aiming at the combatants. It planted itself in the Drow's upper thigh and she turned around to charge at the Lorien Elf.
Erúvë picked up her sword once more and the battle continued. Just as she felt herself weakening, she saw Aragorn appear behind the Drow. Relief washed over her, but it was short lived.
The fight was getting fiercer and Erúvë could tell that the Drow was hardly winded. She, on the other hand, was breathing heavily and her lungs felt as if they were on fire.
Weariness made her careless and she left her right side unprotected. Rinsereg used the opportunity to stab her sword into Erúvë's upper shoulder. She laughed triumphantly, but it was cut off as Aragorn came up from behind and plunged Anduril into her black heart.
A thin line of blood escaped her lips, then the dark-skinned Elf crumpled to the ground.
Erúvë stood over the body and gave Aragorn a grateful smile. "See to Legolas," she managed to croak out. "Please don't let him be dead."
"Legolas?" Aragorn repeated, then his eyes widened as he saw the body of his friend lying close to the water. "Oh no!"
He ran to the fallen Elf and turned him over. He exhaled shakily as he saw the entire front of the Elf's tunic covered in blood. Was his friend still alive after losing all that?
He could have shouted in relief when he saw the shallow rise and fall of the prince's chest. "He lives," he informed Erúvë.
She was leaning against a tree, her breathing laboured, her face pinched and extremely pale.
Aragorn stared at her, clearly in a dilemma as to who to deal with. Erúvë shook her head. "See to Legolas first, Estel. My wounds can wait. I shall follow you back to camp."
So said, she picked up their weapons and with one last disdainful look at the body of their slain enemy, she trailed behind Aragorn, who had lifted Legolas into his arms and was making his way back.
When they got into camp, Erúvë fell heavily onto her sleeping blanket and allowed blessed oblivion to overtake her.
I won't play your hide and seek game.
I was spinning free with a little sweet and simple numbing me.
What a dizzy dance.
This sweetness will not be concerned with me.
No the sweetness will not be concerned with.
Jimmy Eat World
Chapter 9
Rinsereg reclined against the tree and smiled contentedly. Things were going exactly as she had planned. She had the Elven prince ready to do her every whim and as a result, she knew that the others would not dare attack her – at least without provocation.
She frowned as she recalled that Aragorn was constantly hovering over her, keeping her resting and insisting that she stay abed in case she had a relapse.
As much as she liked knowing that the handsome king of Gondor was also concerned about her, it grated on her nerves to have to play the helpless female in order to gain her goal.
'Then again,' she mused. "Having these two at my disposal is not a bad thing at all. I can poison their minds against the she-elf and then kill them at my leisure."
Having decided that, Rinsereg leaned back against the tree and began to plot her move.
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Four days later, Rinsereg was beginning to feel as if she was going mad.
She was not let out of sight of anyone in the camp and she was beginning to regret putting Legolas under her spell, as the blond elf was constantly underfoot.
"I think I'll kill him first," she fumed as she caught sight of him coming towards her yet again. With her mind made up, she smiled sweetly at the archer and gave him her best come-hither look.
He responded instantly and she coyly played with his tunic as she whispered into his ear.
"Would you like to accompany me to the river? I feel the need for a bath."
His eyes lit up and he nodded eagerly. Rinsereg smiled in anticipation of the blood that she was going to shed soon.
She was so caught up in her fantasy of sliding her blade into his flesh, that she was unaware of the fact that Erúvë was stealthily following them.
The she-elf had a look of determination on her finely moulded features. She knew that Rinsereg was up to no good and today she had awoken with the premonition that the other female was going to try and harm someone in the group.
Since Erúvë was not one to disregard her intuition, she had kept a close eye on the other Elf and as a result had been close enough to see her beckon to Legolas and then take his hand and lead him into the direction of the river.
Erúvë's mouth thinned. "Stupid Elf," she thought in disgust. "Letting a pretty face him to his demise. It's almost as if he was under a spell........."
Her eyes widened as she realized that that was exactly it. She cursed herself for being so dimwitted as to not have recognized the signs earlier.
The witch had put an enchantment on Legolas.
Erúvë wanted to laugh out loud for determining the reason behind Legolas' strange behaviour these past days. She felt a wave of relief as well, but refused to dwell fully on the reason for it.
Quickly, she stalked the pair, drawing her sword as she moved through the trees.
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Rinsereg eyed Legolas as she seductively slipped her long leggings off. Her brown tunic came only to mid-thigh and she could feel the intensity of his silver-blue gaze as he focused on her.
She smiled sweetly at him and purred, "Why don't you join me, my fine prince?"
"With pleasure," he replied, hardly recognizing the heavy tones of his own voice. In the deep recesses of his mind, he was aware of his senses indicating great danger, but for some strange reason, he felt unconcerned with doing anything to protect himself. All he could think about was getting Rinsereg in his arms.
Rinsereg waited until he had unstrapped his sword and dropped his bow and arrows, before she attacked.
Legolas just looked at her with a stunned expression on his face as she transformed in front of him.
She ran her long nails through her snow white hair and smiled. "Prepare to die, melanin."
She raised her sword and held it over her head. Caught in her spell, the Mirkwood prince was unable to defend himself against her.
The sword came down, in one swift movement, but was blocked at the last moment by another blade.
Red eyes blazing, Rinsereg turned towards Legolas' saviour. Erúvë smiled coldly at her as her deep green eyes regarded Rinsereg in her true form.
"By the Valar," she stated mock-cheerfully. "I always thought that you were an ugly bitch." With that, she reached to her side and in a lightning fast move, brought a dagger to Rinsereg's throat. "Drop the sword."
Pretending compliance, Rinsereg did just that, knowing that Erúvë was unaware of the fact that her nails made more effective weapons for the female Drow. She also had a poisoned dagger hidden high up on her leg and she smiled to herself, knowing that she would kill the she-elf today.
Erúvë was unaware of her captive's thoughts and she made a fatal mistake in glancing swiftly at Legolas to ensure that he was alright.
It was then that Rinsereg made her move. She slashed out with her claws, ripping through the fabric of Erúvë's sleeve. The Elf cried out in pain and in retaliation, stabbed at Rinsereg with her dagger.
Erúvë was an excellent swordswoman and her aim was true, piercing through the upper arm of the Drow.
Rinsereg stared in disbelief at the wound, then glared at Erúvë. "You little maggot," she snarled. "I'll tear you to shreds for that."
She dove for he sword before Erúvë could do anything about it and the two began a desperate battle for their lives.
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Legolas shook his head and stared in confusion at his surroundings. "Why am I at the river?" he wondered. Then his attention was drawn by the sounds of clashing swords and he looked up to see Erúvë and the female Elf that he had met in the woods engaged in a duel.
"What in the name of the Valar is going on here?"
Then the past days came rushing back to him and he narrowed his eyes. The bloody witch had had him like a stinking dog at her heels! He remembered that she was about to kill him when Erúvë had stepped in and saved his life. Glancing down at his feet, he picked up his bow and fitted an arrow to it. He soon realized however, that even as skilled as he was, he would be unable to shoot Rinsereg as she cleverly kept Erúvë between herself and Legolas.
Rinsereg also had her back against a tree, so that Legolas could not circle around them and end her miserable life. He felt a grudging stab of respect for her strategic fighting abilities.
He sighed and put down his bow. Gathering his sword, he prepared to enter the fight when he saw Rinsereg slash Erúvë across her left arm. The she- elf faltered and Rinsereg moved in for the kill.
Without thinking, Legolas dived in and raised his sword to the Drow's. The blades came together with metallic clashes and Rinsereg's eyes spit hatred at him.
He was amazed at her strength. Legolas knew that he was no weakling; yet, this female seemed to be at least twice as strong as he was. He could feel her overpowering him and he fought desperately to hold his own. He made on disastrous mistake however, in stumbling over a loose stone at the bank of the river.
In a flash, Rinsereg had buried her sword in his side. Legolas paused for a moment, stunned, then crumpled to the floor.
"No!" Erúvë cried out and released the arrow that she had been aiming at the combatants. It planted itself in the Drow's upper thigh and she turned around to charge at the Lorien Elf.
Erúvë picked up her sword once more and the battle continued. Just as she felt herself weakening, she saw Aragorn appear behind the Drow. Relief washed over her, but it was short lived.
The fight was getting fiercer and Erúvë could tell that the Drow was hardly winded. She, on the other hand, was breathing heavily and her lungs felt as if they were on fire.
Weariness made her careless and she left her right side unprotected. Rinsereg used the opportunity to stab her sword into Erúvë's upper shoulder. She laughed triumphantly, but it was cut off as Aragorn came up from behind and plunged Anduril into her black heart.
A thin line of blood escaped her lips, then the dark-skinned Elf crumpled to the ground.
Erúvë stood over the body and gave Aragorn a grateful smile. "See to Legolas," she managed to croak out. "Please don't let him be dead."
"Legolas?" Aragorn repeated, then his eyes widened as he saw the body of his friend lying close to the water. "Oh no!"
He ran to the fallen Elf and turned him over. He exhaled shakily as he saw the entire front of the Elf's tunic covered in blood. Was his friend still alive after losing all that?
He could have shouted in relief when he saw the shallow rise and fall of the prince's chest. "He lives," he informed Erúvë.
She was leaning against a tree, her breathing laboured, her face pinched and extremely pale.
Aragorn stared at her, clearly in a dilemma as to who to deal with. Erúvë shook her head. "See to Legolas first, Estel. My wounds can wait. I shall follow you back to camp."
So said, she picked up their weapons and with one last disdainful look at the body of their slain enemy, she trailed behind Aragorn, who had lifted Legolas into his arms and was making his way back.
When they got into camp, Erúvë fell heavily onto her sleeping blanket and allowed blessed oblivion to overtake her.