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Chapter 4: spiders part 2
Taraancaiel pointed excitedly at the giant spider that was secretly watching the two elves from it's hiding place on a tree branch. Legolas looked up and didn't know how he had missed it. It's eerie yellow eyes were fixed on them, and Legolas had a bad feeling that it was determining the best way to attack.
"It's incredible!" Taraancaiel exclaimed, obviously not considering the danger she and Legolas were in. "I didn't know they were quite that big, and their eyes are the most beautiful color I've ever seen!" Legolas looked down at her in disbelief and Taraancaiel looked back at him, her eyes shining with delight.
"Taraancaiel," he whispered, trying to stay calm and not yell at her. "That beast is hunting us!! How can you sit and say how beautiful it is when it's probably wondering how we taste!!" Taraancaiel frowned and was quiet for a minute.
"They.don't really eat elves, do they, Legolas?" she inquired suddenly. "I always thought that was just a myth."
"Yes, they eat elves!!" he shouted, losing his cool. "I wasn't lying when I said that before! Why do you think I was against taking you here?!" Taraancaiel crossed her arms and pouted.
"You don't have to yell at me," she muttered angrily. "And I still think the spider's amazing." Legolas rolled his eyes. He didn't bother to argue back, he just couldn't win with her. The spider slowly crept nearer to the two of them, and Legolas was horrified to see the spider was not alone.
'Of course,' he thought angrily. 'The stupid things always travel in packs.' When the all the spiders were on the ground and within their sight, there were 4 spiders in all, they began to cackle loudly, a very unpleasant sound.
"Well, well, what have we here, my dears?" asked a rather large female spider, most likely their leader. "Two delicious elf treats! What a nice surprise!" The spiders all laughed again, purple saliva dripping from their large fangs. They were very ugly, covered with thick black fur all over their large bodies, with eight beady yellow eyes. Legolas instinctively grabbed for his bow, but he found it was not on his back. Fear swept through him when he remembered he had left it on the log near the path.
"Taraancaiel," he whispered, trying to not let his fear show on his face. "Do you have your bow with you?" Taraancaiel shook her head, still admiring the four spiders.
"I left it next to yours," she answered, then looked up at him, grinning widely. "Legolas, you didn't tell me the spiders could talk!"
"Will you shut up about the blasted spiders!" he yelled. "Do you not understand? We are completely defenseless!!" He slapped himself in the face for being so stupid to announce that for all the spiders to hear. Taraancaiel glared up at him. She then did something that surprised Legolas very much. She walked past him, right up to the spiders and began to speak harshly.
"Listen to me, all of you," she said. "We mean you no harm by coming here and are sorry if we have disturbed you in any way. Now, just let us be on our way and we will let you be on yours." The female spider grinned wickedly.
"And why would we want to do that?" she asked, her voice scratchy and high pitched. "Why should we give up such a perfect meal so easily handed to us? This kind of thing does not happen very often, you know." The spider took a step closer to the elf maiden and Legolas shouted a warning.
"Taraancaiel! Get away from that monster!" The spider bared it's long white fangs and flashed a menacing smile.
"Do not try to protect this foolish one," she cried to Legolas, who stood back a ways. "It is her own choice to sacrifice herself to us!" Taraancaiel scowled fiercely and launched a hard kick at the spider standing in front of her. Legolas watched in horror as her leg flew towards the beast and he ran to try to stop her. But he was not fast enough. The spider was much more agile than Taraancaiel had thought and it quickly scuttled to the side, evading her kick. The force of her own moving leg threw her off balance and she toppled over, landing face first right in front of the huge spider. The spider saw Legolas coming and wasted no time. It sunk it's fangs into her leg, penetrating her dress and her flesh. An agonizing scream filled the air and Taraancaiel struggled vainly to get away from the creature that was causing her so much pain. The spider had completely forgotten about Legolas until his boot was planted into it's face with such force that it flipped the spider and sent it rolling, also knocking it unconcious. The other spiders hissed and spat with anger, then began to advance on the enraged elf prince. He turned to them, his eyes livid with fury then screamed a bloodcurdling battle cry before he jumped onto the spiders.
Taraancaiel laid on the ground, still in shock and much pain. She watched Legolas attack the spiders he had just been so terrified of minutes ago and marveled at his bravery and strength. She knew he could not handle all of them by himself much longer, so she tried to sit up, and succeeded. She shakily got to her feet, although her leg screamed in protest. Legolas had managed to separate one of the spiders from the rest and he was kicking it mercilessly. The spider shrieked in pain as bright red blood dripped down it's smashed body. Taraancaiel saw the other two spiders sneaking up on Legolas from behind. She growled and lunged forward at the spiders she had once thought were beautiful. They were taken by complete surprise when Taraancaiel attacked them, they thought she was hurt too badly to move. She jumped onto one of the spiders and it screeched loudly and began to run around wildly, trying to throw her off. Taraancaiel gritted her teeth and wrapped an arm around the thrashing spider's neck. With a swift pull back, she succeeded in snapping the spider's neck and it came to a sudden halt and fell to the ground, lifeless. Legolas had managed to beat the life out of one of the spiders and had turned on the last one while Taraancaiel was killing the other. The spider looked up at him, all eight eyes wide with terror.
"Please," it begged, closing it's eyes tightly and bowing in front of Legolas' feet. "Please do not kill me. I meant you know harm, I swear it. The other spiders, they forced me to come with them. Please, have mercy on me." Legolas lifted his foot, intending to crush the spider's head. He was about to let his foot go crashing down when Taraancaiel's voice stopped him.
"Legolas, don't!" she cried and he looked over to see her standing, spider blood all over the front of her torn and battered dress. "Let it go. It's defenseless by its self. It's no longer a threat." Legolas sighed and nodded. He put down his foot and stared at the spider.
"Get out of here," he snarled. "And let this be a lesson to you. If you ever attack an elf again, you won't get away alive." The spider gulped and began to run, making much noise as it ran through the brush and into the forest. Legolas and Taraancaiel watched it go, making sure it was not going to get other spiders. When the spider was far out of earshot, Legolas turned to Taraancaiel and smiled. She returned the smile, but Legolas noticed her eyes were strangely glossy looking. Before he could say anything, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the ground. "Taraancaiel!" he cried, running to her and kneeling down beside her. "Are you alright? Please answer me!" He lifted her up and supported her back so she could sit up. Her eyes flickered open and she looked at him, her face blank of any emotion.
"I..I'm fine, Legolas," she replied softly, staring straight at him. "I just feel a little strange." Legolas watched her with concern then suddenly remembered the spider bite on her leg. He quickly pulled back her dress hem, uncovering her wounded leg and he gasped involuntarily. Her leg was huge, nearly twice it's normal size due to swelling. What worried him the most, though, was the purple lacy lines running through her pale skin, and he realized it must be the spiders poison moving through her veins. He looked down at her and saw she was still staring at him, not blinking. "How long do I have?" she asked weakly.
"Um..I..well, I should say."he stuttered, not able to tell her the truth. He didn't want to frighten her by telling her she could die within 3 hours. "I don't know," he finally lied. "But we must get back to the palace, and fast." She nodded and tried to get up, but couldn't. Tears filled her sparkling green eyes and she began to weep and pound the ground with her fists. She was not crying because she was in pain, she was crying because she was so mad at herself and now she had to depend on Legolas to save her life. The only thing she truly feared had come true, she couldn't take care of herself without the help of someone else.
"Damn those creatures!" she screamed, shaking uncontrollably. "Damn myself for being so careless!" Legolas looked on as she cried, and he gently touched her cheek to comfort her. Her sobs diminished and she looked up at the prince, her eyes full of anger.
"Please do not cry," he said softly and much to her surprise he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "I promise everything will be fine." Taraancaiel smiled through her tears. If this had come from anyone else she wouldn't have believed them, but for some reason she trusted Legolas. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Come, we must get going," Legolas said, gently picking her up and cradling her in his arms. "I don't wish to meet anymore spiders today, no matter how fascinating they are." Taraancaiel smiled gratefully up at him then snuggled into the curve of Legolas' strong arm and closed her eyes, trying to rest as he began to walk back toward the path. She was falling asleep when Legolas shook her, causing her to open her eyes and glare up at him.
"Stop it, Legolas," she complained. "I'm trying to sleep."
"Nay, do not close your eyes," he replied, looking at her strangely. "It will be hard to wake you if you should fall asleep." Taraancaiel sighed and doubted if she would be able to keep her eyes open for more than ten minutes. Legolas carried Taraancaiel to the path where he quickly grabbed both of their bows and quivers and his pack. He knew he must hurry back to the palace, Taraancaiel had been sleeping with her eyes closed, a sign of serious sickness in an elf. He greatly wished he could take her to some other healer in Mirkwood so he would not have to face his father, but he knew of no other healers in Mirkwood that dwelled outside of the palace. He could already picture his father's furious look when he brought in Cuephel's betrothed and cringed slightly at the thought.
For about an hour he walked briskly down the path, carrying the wounded elf maiden. "Stay awake," he said gently for the twentieth time when he looked down at her and saw she had once again closed her eyes. Taraancaiel squirmed in his grasp and he had to stop and get a better hold on her, for he had nearly dropped her. "Taraancaiel, you must keep still," he scolded, then gasped. He gazed into her face, a look of horror on his. The purple lines that were the poison in her veins had spread from her leg to her face in a little over an hour and sweat was rolling down her fair face from fever. "Valar help her." he whispered and broke into a full out sprint. He ran the remainder of the way to the palace, not slowing at all the whole way and praying silently that she would live. When he finally reached the palace grounds, he ran to the doors of the palace and threw his body into them, throwing them open. "Father!!" he shouted, running down the halls insanely. "Father, please come quick!!" Thranduil emerged from one of the rooms, his study, followed by most of Legolas' brothers.
"Legolas, what are you screaming about, my son?" he asked, his brown eyes filled with concern. His eyes drifted to Tarancaiel and his expression quickly changed to anger. "What have you done?" he asked in a hushed whisper, then rising to a bellow. "What have you done?!" Legolas' brothers all looked at him with shock, awaiting his answer.
"Father, please let me explain-" Legolas pleaded but Thranduil held up a hand for silence. Legolas stood, holding the now unconscious Taraancaiel in his arms, and looked up at his father miserably. Thranduil glared down at Legolas, as if trying to see right through him.
"Cuephel," Thranduil snapped, breaking the awkward silence that had formed. "Take the Lady Taraancaiel to the healing wing, and quickly." Cuephel nodded and approached Legolas with caution, thinking whatever he did to Taraancaiel he might do to him. He snatched Taraancaiel from Legolas' arms and quickly proceeded to rush her to the palace healers. Legolas stood by himself in the corridor, all of his brothers surrounded his father on the opposite side of the hall, and they were all staring at him in disbelief. They had all seen Legolas get in trouble before, but none of them had ever imagined he could do something so horrible. Legolas was beginning to feel horrible just by them staring at him like that, even though he knew he had done nothing to harm anyone. Thranduil was obviously thinking what to say to his youngest son, for this act had greatly surprised him as well. He moved toward Legolas slowly, and began to speak quietly. "Legolas," he said, disappointment in his noble voice. "I have nothing to say to you right now. I must now go find Lord Maikatasaire and try to explain that his daughter has been hurt. Until I can think of something to say to you, just stay out of the way." With those words, the forest king left his sons and walked down the hallway, his robes billowing behind him. Avardo, Dimthule, and Calenfuin all followed their father, not wanting to miss anything. Encirthion, however, walked over to his youngest brother and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Legolas let a deep sigh escape from his lips then looked at Encirthion.
"I really messed up this time, brother," he said, trying not to show the distress he felt. "Father won't even give me a punishment.you know you're in big trouble when you're not even punished right away." Encirthion laughed grimly, although it was half hearted.
"What exactly happened, Legolas?" he finally asked, staring into his brother's blue eyes. "I knew something was up when Lady Taraancaiel came to my room, woke me up and asked where she could find you. But.what happened to her?" Legolas bit his lower lip.
"I took her to see the spiders," he admitted, looking away from his brother's eyes. "I didn't want to, though. Ever since we ran into them when I was young, I have been rather..bothered by them. But she made me promise to take her and I kept my promise. She was bitten by a spider and I brought her back here."
"If you are telling the truth, and I know you don't lie, at least not to me," Encirthion said, grinning and trying to cheer up Legolas. "Then I don't see how you have done anything wrong." Legolas shook his head guiltily.
"I should have stopped her, refused to take her, or at least protected her. It is my fault, brother." Encirthion stood next to Legolas for some time, comforting him by just being there. He knew his brother would never intentionally hurt someone and had a good heart. He just hoped their father knew that.
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Chapter 4: spiders part 2
Taraancaiel pointed excitedly at the giant spider that was secretly watching the two elves from it's hiding place on a tree branch. Legolas looked up and didn't know how he had missed it. It's eerie yellow eyes were fixed on them, and Legolas had a bad feeling that it was determining the best way to attack.
"It's incredible!" Taraancaiel exclaimed, obviously not considering the danger she and Legolas were in. "I didn't know they were quite that big, and their eyes are the most beautiful color I've ever seen!" Legolas looked down at her in disbelief and Taraancaiel looked back at him, her eyes shining with delight.
"Taraancaiel," he whispered, trying to stay calm and not yell at her. "That beast is hunting us!! How can you sit and say how beautiful it is when it's probably wondering how we taste!!" Taraancaiel frowned and was quiet for a minute.
"They.don't really eat elves, do they, Legolas?" she inquired suddenly. "I always thought that was just a myth."
"Yes, they eat elves!!" he shouted, losing his cool. "I wasn't lying when I said that before! Why do you think I was against taking you here?!" Taraancaiel crossed her arms and pouted.
"You don't have to yell at me," she muttered angrily. "And I still think the spider's amazing." Legolas rolled his eyes. He didn't bother to argue back, he just couldn't win with her. The spider slowly crept nearer to the two of them, and Legolas was horrified to see the spider was not alone.
'Of course,' he thought angrily. 'The stupid things always travel in packs.' When the all the spiders were on the ground and within their sight, there were 4 spiders in all, they began to cackle loudly, a very unpleasant sound.
"Well, well, what have we here, my dears?" asked a rather large female spider, most likely their leader. "Two delicious elf treats! What a nice surprise!" The spiders all laughed again, purple saliva dripping from their large fangs. They were very ugly, covered with thick black fur all over their large bodies, with eight beady yellow eyes. Legolas instinctively grabbed for his bow, but he found it was not on his back. Fear swept through him when he remembered he had left it on the log near the path.
"Taraancaiel," he whispered, trying to not let his fear show on his face. "Do you have your bow with you?" Taraancaiel shook her head, still admiring the four spiders.
"I left it next to yours," she answered, then looked up at him, grinning widely. "Legolas, you didn't tell me the spiders could talk!"
"Will you shut up about the blasted spiders!" he yelled. "Do you not understand? We are completely defenseless!!" He slapped himself in the face for being so stupid to announce that for all the spiders to hear. Taraancaiel glared up at him. She then did something that surprised Legolas very much. She walked past him, right up to the spiders and began to speak harshly.
"Listen to me, all of you," she said. "We mean you no harm by coming here and are sorry if we have disturbed you in any way. Now, just let us be on our way and we will let you be on yours." The female spider grinned wickedly.
"And why would we want to do that?" she asked, her voice scratchy and high pitched. "Why should we give up such a perfect meal so easily handed to us? This kind of thing does not happen very often, you know." The spider took a step closer to the elf maiden and Legolas shouted a warning.
"Taraancaiel! Get away from that monster!" The spider bared it's long white fangs and flashed a menacing smile.
"Do not try to protect this foolish one," she cried to Legolas, who stood back a ways. "It is her own choice to sacrifice herself to us!" Taraancaiel scowled fiercely and launched a hard kick at the spider standing in front of her. Legolas watched in horror as her leg flew towards the beast and he ran to try to stop her. But he was not fast enough. The spider was much more agile than Taraancaiel had thought and it quickly scuttled to the side, evading her kick. The force of her own moving leg threw her off balance and she toppled over, landing face first right in front of the huge spider. The spider saw Legolas coming and wasted no time. It sunk it's fangs into her leg, penetrating her dress and her flesh. An agonizing scream filled the air and Taraancaiel struggled vainly to get away from the creature that was causing her so much pain. The spider had completely forgotten about Legolas until his boot was planted into it's face with such force that it flipped the spider and sent it rolling, also knocking it unconcious. The other spiders hissed and spat with anger, then began to advance on the enraged elf prince. He turned to them, his eyes livid with fury then screamed a bloodcurdling battle cry before he jumped onto the spiders.
Taraancaiel laid on the ground, still in shock and much pain. She watched Legolas attack the spiders he had just been so terrified of minutes ago and marveled at his bravery and strength. She knew he could not handle all of them by himself much longer, so she tried to sit up, and succeeded. She shakily got to her feet, although her leg screamed in protest. Legolas had managed to separate one of the spiders from the rest and he was kicking it mercilessly. The spider shrieked in pain as bright red blood dripped down it's smashed body. Taraancaiel saw the other two spiders sneaking up on Legolas from behind. She growled and lunged forward at the spiders she had once thought were beautiful. They were taken by complete surprise when Taraancaiel attacked them, they thought she was hurt too badly to move. She jumped onto one of the spiders and it screeched loudly and began to run around wildly, trying to throw her off. Taraancaiel gritted her teeth and wrapped an arm around the thrashing spider's neck. With a swift pull back, she succeeded in snapping the spider's neck and it came to a sudden halt and fell to the ground, lifeless. Legolas had managed to beat the life out of one of the spiders and had turned on the last one while Taraancaiel was killing the other. The spider looked up at him, all eight eyes wide with terror.
"Please," it begged, closing it's eyes tightly and bowing in front of Legolas' feet. "Please do not kill me. I meant you know harm, I swear it. The other spiders, they forced me to come with them. Please, have mercy on me." Legolas lifted his foot, intending to crush the spider's head. He was about to let his foot go crashing down when Taraancaiel's voice stopped him.
"Legolas, don't!" she cried and he looked over to see her standing, spider blood all over the front of her torn and battered dress. "Let it go. It's defenseless by its self. It's no longer a threat." Legolas sighed and nodded. He put down his foot and stared at the spider.
"Get out of here," he snarled. "And let this be a lesson to you. If you ever attack an elf again, you won't get away alive." The spider gulped and began to run, making much noise as it ran through the brush and into the forest. Legolas and Taraancaiel watched it go, making sure it was not going to get other spiders. When the spider was far out of earshot, Legolas turned to Taraancaiel and smiled. She returned the smile, but Legolas noticed her eyes were strangely glossy looking. Before he could say anything, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell to the ground. "Taraancaiel!" he cried, running to her and kneeling down beside her. "Are you alright? Please answer me!" He lifted her up and supported her back so she could sit up. Her eyes flickered open and she looked at him, her face blank of any emotion.
"I..I'm fine, Legolas," she replied softly, staring straight at him. "I just feel a little strange." Legolas watched her with concern then suddenly remembered the spider bite on her leg. He quickly pulled back her dress hem, uncovering her wounded leg and he gasped involuntarily. Her leg was huge, nearly twice it's normal size due to swelling. What worried him the most, though, was the purple lacy lines running through her pale skin, and he realized it must be the spiders poison moving through her veins. He looked down at her and saw she was still staring at him, not blinking. "How long do I have?" she asked weakly.
"Um..I..well, I should say."he stuttered, not able to tell her the truth. He didn't want to frighten her by telling her she could die within 3 hours. "I don't know," he finally lied. "But we must get back to the palace, and fast." She nodded and tried to get up, but couldn't. Tears filled her sparkling green eyes and she began to weep and pound the ground with her fists. She was not crying because she was in pain, she was crying because she was so mad at herself and now she had to depend on Legolas to save her life. The only thing she truly feared had come true, she couldn't take care of herself without the help of someone else.
"Damn those creatures!" she screamed, shaking uncontrollably. "Damn myself for being so careless!" Legolas looked on as she cried, and he gently touched her cheek to comfort her. Her sobs diminished and she looked up at the prince, her eyes full of anger.
"Please do not cry," he said softly and much to her surprise he wrapped his arms around her in a hug. "I promise everything will be fine." Taraancaiel smiled through her tears. If this had come from anyone else she wouldn't have believed them, but for some reason she trusted Legolas. She wiped her eyes on her sleeve, and she rested her head on his shoulder. "Come, we must get going," Legolas said, gently picking her up and cradling her in his arms. "I don't wish to meet anymore spiders today, no matter how fascinating they are." Taraancaiel smiled gratefully up at him then snuggled into the curve of Legolas' strong arm and closed her eyes, trying to rest as he began to walk back toward the path. She was falling asleep when Legolas shook her, causing her to open her eyes and glare up at him.
"Stop it, Legolas," she complained. "I'm trying to sleep."
"Nay, do not close your eyes," he replied, looking at her strangely. "It will be hard to wake you if you should fall asleep." Taraancaiel sighed and doubted if she would be able to keep her eyes open for more than ten minutes. Legolas carried Taraancaiel to the path where he quickly grabbed both of their bows and quivers and his pack. He knew he must hurry back to the palace, Taraancaiel had been sleeping with her eyes closed, a sign of serious sickness in an elf. He greatly wished he could take her to some other healer in Mirkwood so he would not have to face his father, but he knew of no other healers in Mirkwood that dwelled outside of the palace. He could already picture his father's furious look when he brought in Cuephel's betrothed and cringed slightly at the thought.
For about an hour he walked briskly down the path, carrying the wounded elf maiden. "Stay awake," he said gently for the twentieth time when he looked down at her and saw she had once again closed her eyes. Taraancaiel squirmed in his grasp and he had to stop and get a better hold on her, for he had nearly dropped her. "Taraancaiel, you must keep still," he scolded, then gasped. He gazed into her face, a look of horror on his. The purple lines that were the poison in her veins had spread from her leg to her face in a little over an hour and sweat was rolling down her fair face from fever. "Valar help her." he whispered and broke into a full out sprint. He ran the remainder of the way to the palace, not slowing at all the whole way and praying silently that she would live. When he finally reached the palace grounds, he ran to the doors of the palace and threw his body into them, throwing them open. "Father!!" he shouted, running down the halls insanely. "Father, please come quick!!" Thranduil emerged from one of the rooms, his study, followed by most of Legolas' brothers.
"Legolas, what are you screaming about, my son?" he asked, his brown eyes filled with concern. His eyes drifted to Tarancaiel and his expression quickly changed to anger. "What have you done?" he asked in a hushed whisper, then rising to a bellow. "What have you done?!" Legolas' brothers all looked at him with shock, awaiting his answer.
"Father, please let me explain-" Legolas pleaded but Thranduil held up a hand for silence. Legolas stood, holding the now unconscious Taraancaiel in his arms, and looked up at his father miserably. Thranduil glared down at Legolas, as if trying to see right through him.
"Cuephel," Thranduil snapped, breaking the awkward silence that had formed. "Take the Lady Taraancaiel to the healing wing, and quickly." Cuephel nodded and approached Legolas with caution, thinking whatever he did to Taraancaiel he might do to him. He snatched Taraancaiel from Legolas' arms and quickly proceeded to rush her to the palace healers. Legolas stood by himself in the corridor, all of his brothers surrounded his father on the opposite side of the hall, and they were all staring at him in disbelief. They had all seen Legolas get in trouble before, but none of them had ever imagined he could do something so horrible. Legolas was beginning to feel horrible just by them staring at him like that, even though he knew he had done nothing to harm anyone. Thranduil was obviously thinking what to say to his youngest son, for this act had greatly surprised him as well. He moved toward Legolas slowly, and began to speak quietly. "Legolas," he said, disappointment in his noble voice. "I have nothing to say to you right now. I must now go find Lord Maikatasaire and try to explain that his daughter has been hurt. Until I can think of something to say to you, just stay out of the way." With those words, the forest king left his sons and walked down the hallway, his robes billowing behind him. Avardo, Dimthule, and Calenfuin all followed their father, not wanting to miss anything. Encirthion, however, walked over to his youngest brother and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Legolas let a deep sigh escape from his lips then looked at Encirthion.
"I really messed up this time, brother," he said, trying not to show the distress he felt. "Father won't even give me a punishment.you know you're in big trouble when you're not even punished right away." Encirthion laughed grimly, although it was half hearted.
"What exactly happened, Legolas?" he finally asked, staring into his brother's blue eyes. "I knew something was up when Lady Taraancaiel came to my room, woke me up and asked where she could find you. But.what happened to her?" Legolas bit his lower lip.
"I took her to see the spiders," he admitted, looking away from his brother's eyes. "I didn't want to, though. Ever since we ran into them when I was young, I have been rather..bothered by them. But she made me promise to take her and I kept my promise. She was bitten by a spider and I brought her back here."
"If you are telling the truth, and I know you don't lie, at least not to me," Encirthion said, grinning and trying to cheer up Legolas. "Then I don't see how you have done anything wrong." Legolas shook his head guiltily.
"I should have stopped her, refused to take her, or at least protected her. It is my fault, brother." Encirthion stood next to Legolas for some time, comforting him by just being there. He knew his brother would never intentionally hurt someone and had a good heart. He just hoped their father knew that.
Ok, another chapter done! Once again, please,please PLEASE review, it makes me want to type more when I know people enjoy reading my writing. My email address is demoness33@hotmail.com if you want to email suggestions or something. Alright, that's about it so I'll keep writing!