A/N: This chapter is a bit brutal so do you think I should get the ratings
higher? If you've noticed, the chapter is very short because I've cut out a
whole three paragraphs. It is too cruel and it's making even me sick to
read it. Please don't sue me...I know it's a horrible chapter but it is
just as important as the rest so it must be here. Read, review and advice
me (or perhaps kill me =( ) !!!
Bitter and long is the hatred of the Orcs for the Elves, and thus they prefer Elves as targets - Bitter Hatred, a trading card
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Legolas' sensitive ears picked up the suspicious noise. He ran and saw to his horror over twenty gruesome goblins, laughing and kicking at the whimpering bundle. "Give us the jewel!" they chanted in their fell language.
Anger, indescribable, rose in Legolas. He placed a few arrows on his bow and fired. Four arrows flew and four goblins collapsed, dead, with an arrow between the eyes. Legolas unsheathed his long, glimmering knife and slashed through several goblins. The goblins roar and attack him in return after they recovered from their shock but he was too fast for them. Their swords and axes swished through air while he moved like a blur and killed many of them.
Legolas twirled and stabbed one monster on the chest and black blood stained the ground and his white knife. His clothes too were stained with blood that was not his own. Fury burned in his blue eyes. He slaughtered all who came within the range of his knife. He lifted his sword to deliver another deadly stroke. The blow stopped in mid-air when he saw her. "Lalaith!" he cried.
A large goblin was holding her, brutally, with a black, curved knife to her neck. "Sheath your sword or she dies," the monster hissed, pressing the knife onto her delicate skin and blood trickled from the wound. Legolas drew back his sword and watched helplessly as her blood flowed and dripped onto the orc's boot. "Sheath your own sword!" Legolas growled. The orc laughed. "You can do nothing about it."
Legolas clenched his hands in anger as he looked at the bruises on Lalaith's face and arms. A terrible fear was in her eyes although her face showed not her terror. At the orc's signal, several goblins jumped on Legolas and took his weapons. They pinned him on the ground with his face on the dirty earth and his hands twisted painfully behind his back.
"No," Lalaith said softly, "Legolas..." Legolas struggled and managed to look up at what was happening around him. Then, he felt his own, cold knife, now defiled with foul blood, on his neck. The orc smiled, revealing his yellow teeth. "Give me your jewel and I'll think about setting your Pretty Elf here free." He withdrew his knife and licked the warm blood on it. The orc released Lalaith and pushed her to the centre of the circle of goblin, all hollering and jumping with excitement.
Lalaith lifted her hands and sang a single note, gently. A soft breeze blew and carried her voice up and faded. The sun's blaze dimmed while Lalaith's hands glowed and a necklace formed as if from the light. The glow travelled into the gem and glimmered green.
Legolas gasped. He recognised the necklace as the one he gave away long ago and noticed how lovely Lalaith brown eyes were. She's the elf! The mysterious elf! And he fell in love with her all over again.
A/N: So what do you think? I know...I know...I'm sick, cruel and heartless...
Bitter and long is the hatred of the Orcs for the Elves, and thus they prefer Elves as targets - Bitter Hatred, a trading card
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Legolas' sensitive ears picked up the suspicious noise. He ran and saw to his horror over twenty gruesome goblins, laughing and kicking at the whimpering bundle. "Give us the jewel!" they chanted in their fell language.
Anger, indescribable, rose in Legolas. He placed a few arrows on his bow and fired. Four arrows flew and four goblins collapsed, dead, with an arrow between the eyes. Legolas unsheathed his long, glimmering knife and slashed through several goblins. The goblins roar and attack him in return after they recovered from their shock but he was too fast for them. Their swords and axes swished through air while he moved like a blur and killed many of them.
Legolas twirled and stabbed one monster on the chest and black blood stained the ground and his white knife. His clothes too were stained with blood that was not his own. Fury burned in his blue eyes. He slaughtered all who came within the range of his knife. He lifted his sword to deliver another deadly stroke. The blow stopped in mid-air when he saw her. "Lalaith!" he cried.
A large goblin was holding her, brutally, with a black, curved knife to her neck. "Sheath your sword or she dies," the monster hissed, pressing the knife onto her delicate skin and blood trickled from the wound. Legolas drew back his sword and watched helplessly as her blood flowed and dripped onto the orc's boot. "Sheath your own sword!" Legolas growled. The orc laughed. "You can do nothing about it."
Legolas clenched his hands in anger as he looked at the bruises on Lalaith's face and arms. A terrible fear was in her eyes although her face showed not her terror. At the orc's signal, several goblins jumped on Legolas and took his weapons. They pinned him on the ground with his face on the dirty earth and his hands twisted painfully behind his back.
"No," Lalaith said softly, "Legolas..." Legolas struggled and managed to look up at what was happening around him. Then, he felt his own, cold knife, now defiled with foul blood, on his neck. The orc smiled, revealing his yellow teeth. "Give me your jewel and I'll think about setting your Pretty Elf here free." He withdrew his knife and licked the warm blood on it. The orc released Lalaith and pushed her to the centre of the circle of goblin, all hollering and jumping with excitement.
Lalaith lifted her hands and sang a single note, gently. A soft breeze blew and carried her voice up and faded. The sun's blaze dimmed while Lalaith's hands glowed and a necklace formed as if from the light. The glow travelled into the gem and glimmered green.
Legolas gasped. He recognised the necklace as the one he gave away long ago and noticed how lovely Lalaith brown eyes were. She's the elf! The mysterious elf! And he fell in love with her all over again.
A/N: So what do you think? I know...I know...I'm sick, cruel and heartless...