A/N: Congratulations Snowmane, Lady Gwen of Avalon and kevin lurver you
guessed it! *sprinkles gold dust and confetti...colourful balloons
appearing out of nowhere* Well, the most accurate answer is Malay but yeah,
it is almost like Indonesian (Snowmane you got the real answer!!!
Hurray!!!). Wow, I'm so happy! I was expecting no one to answer the
question...hehehe...looks like I have to send out the awards now =P Hope
you'll like it (just a little something I made with my handy-dandy Adobe
Photoshop).
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She thought she saw movement in one of the trees and she ran towards it. But Lalaith couldn't find the thrush. "Burung sakti, ke manakah engkau pergi?" she called in desperation. Legolas looked at her, confused. What had she said? It was a language foreign to him but he decided not to ask about it yet. She spoke again in the strange tongue, "Datanglah kepadaku dan iringilah kami ke tempat yang kau sebutkan." And there was a rustle in one of the trees.
A common-looking bird flew into their sight and alighted on Lalaith's shoulder.
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The thrush flew swiftly above them and they followed. Legolas was not too sure about this. He did not trust the bird but still he followed for he wasn't sure of which way to go. He figured that a bird so small couldn't possibly bring them any harm.
They passed tree after tree in the dark forest. The trees grow so close to each other that it felt like they weren't moving at all. Everything seemed familiar. Legolas looked up worriedly. The bird is singing and chirping joyfully in the sky. It is drawing too much attention to itself and to them. He kept his bow ready at hand while he walked.
Besides the bird's voice, there were no other noises. An eerie silence was still in the air and it made Legolas uneasy. Lalaith walked beside him, her eyes on the bird most of the time but when they were not, they were fixed on Legolas. She looked at him as he walked with grace and how he placed his feet so that they leave no imprint on the ground. Every step seemed like he was dancing. She looked at his bow and arrow, the intricate carvings gleaming when the light hits it at a precise angle, and his slender fingers as they rested on the bowstring and shaft of the arrow.
Then her gaze fell upon his face and she noticed a tinge of sorrow in his eyes that she had never seen before. "Legolas, what is the matter?" Legolas turned and their eyes met for a moment. The sorrow deepened but it was now clouded with worry. "The bird is drawing too much attention," he said, looking back at the thrush.
The two elves followed in silence and the ground started to slope upwards. They are reaching the highlands. "Hurry! Night is approaching! Hurry!" the bird swooped down and urged them faster. Lalaith quickened her pace. "What did it say?" Legolas asked, catching up. "The day is fading. We need to travel faster." The bird flew uncertainly and perched itself on a branch. It cocked its head, listening to an inaudible voice.
The silence was then broken as a breeze rustled the green leaves of the trees. It sounded like the showers of rain and as it blew, the wind seemed to carry the voice of someone singing. "Mornië utúlië...," it murmured. Legolas and Lalaith stopped abruptly and looked around them. "...darkness has come..." the wind sighed as it lifted the dead leaves on the ground playfully, dropping them gently onto the ground again after carrying them around in spirals. The bird raised itself and chased after the wind till it died down as suddenly as it came. "Come. We shall lose no more time. Come and follow me," it chirped, flapping its wings rapidly. And the two elves strode after it.
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Three cloaked figure on horseback was seen riding swiftly towards the darkened Everglades. They rode swiftly, neither stopping nor resting. Their faces, a look of determination and readiness to face a battle. Each had a long, gleaming sword at their side, a bow and a quiver full of arrows at their back.
They had been searching for two days. At long last, they entered the dark forest and their steel grey eyes searched the ground for any signs of the elves. They were glad to find minor marks that showed that the path had been travelled.
The flutter of wings was heard and a pigeon flew toward them. One of the cloaked men caught it gently and removed a tiny, rolled-up, piece of parchment tied to its feet. He let the bird fly and read the paper. On it was written only five words. "HURRY! TIME IS RUNNING OUT" And the trio rushed forward with utmost speed, deeper into the enchanted forest.
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She thought she saw movement in one of the trees and she ran towards it. But Lalaith couldn't find the thrush. "Burung sakti, ke manakah engkau pergi?" she called in desperation. Legolas looked at her, confused. What had she said? It was a language foreign to him but he decided not to ask about it yet. She spoke again in the strange tongue, "Datanglah kepadaku dan iringilah kami ke tempat yang kau sebutkan." And there was a rustle in one of the trees.
A common-looking bird flew into their sight and alighted on Lalaith's shoulder.
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The thrush flew swiftly above them and they followed. Legolas was not too sure about this. He did not trust the bird but still he followed for he wasn't sure of which way to go. He figured that a bird so small couldn't possibly bring them any harm.
They passed tree after tree in the dark forest. The trees grow so close to each other that it felt like they weren't moving at all. Everything seemed familiar. Legolas looked up worriedly. The bird is singing and chirping joyfully in the sky. It is drawing too much attention to itself and to them. He kept his bow ready at hand while he walked.
Besides the bird's voice, there were no other noises. An eerie silence was still in the air and it made Legolas uneasy. Lalaith walked beside him, her eyes on the bird most of the time but when they were not, they were fixed on Legolas. She looked at him as he walked with grace and how he placed his feet so that they leave no imprint on the ground. Every step seemed like he was dancing. She looked at his bow and arrow, the intricate carvings gleaming when the light hits it at a precise angle, and his slender fingers as they rested on the bowstring and shaft of the arrow.
Then her gaze fell upon his face and she noticed a tinge of sorrow in his eyes that she had never seen before. "Legolas, what is the matter?" Legolas turned and their eyes met for a moment. The sorrow deepened but it was now clouded with worry. "The bird is drawing too much attention," he said, looking back at the thrush.
The two elves followed in silence and the ground started to slope upwards. They are reaching the highlands. "Hurry! Night is approaching! Hurry!" the bird swooped down and urged them faster. Lalaith quickened her pace. "What did it say?" Legolas asked, catching up. "The day is fading. We need to travel faster." The bird flew uncertainly and perched itself on a branch. It cocked its head, listening to an inaudible voice.
The silence was then broken as a breeze rustled the green leaves of the trees. It sounded like the showers of rain and as it blew, the wind seemed to carry the voice of someone singing. "Mornië utúlië...," it murmured. Legolas and Lalaith stopped abruptly and looked around them. "...darkness has come..." the wind sighed as it lifted the dead leaves on the ground playfully, dropping them gently onto the ground again after carrying them around in spirals. The bird raised itself and chased after the wind till it died down as suddenly as it came. "Come. We shall lose no more time. Come and follow me," it chirped, flapping its wings rapidly. And the two elves strode after it.
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Three cloaked figure on horseback was seen riding swiftly towards the darkened Everglades. They rode swiftly, neither stopping nor resting. Their faces, a look of determination and readiness to face a battle. Each had a long, gleaming sword at their side, a bow and a quiver full of arrows at their back.
They had been searching for two days. At long last, they entered the dark forest and their steel grey eyes searched the ground for any signs of the elves. They were glad to find minor marks that showed that the path had been travelled.
The flutter of wings was heard and a pigeon flew toward them. One of the cloaked men caught it gently and removed a tiny, rolled-up, piece of parchment tied to its feet. He let the bird fly and read the paper. On it was written only five words. "HURRY! TIME IS RUNNING OUT" And the trio rushed forward with utmost speed, deeper into the enchanted forest.