Mmm, I gots a banana! Hehe! I hate bananas, too! But I like pineapple… yea, that stuff is good. But not the chunks…those are icky. Cut it right from the pineapple! Aaah, yes, delicious. Okay, I'm done. Oh, and I'm listening to Bon Jovi again::imagines the elf lords rockin' up on stage: Ehehe…
This banana tastes weird.
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Chapter 37- A Green Fletched Arrow
Tarmikos shot up quickly, his eyes darting this way and that. Everyone else had fallen asleep hours ago yet his mind would not stop thinking. He didn't feel fear, of course, but he couldn't stop thinking of things that were completely irrelevant to the current situation.
'When are we going to go home?' He thought, 'How many more hours until dawn?'
Things like this kept him awake for the good part of the night and finally, he gave up on sleep. His blue eyes gazed around at everyone's unmoving form and he sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. He stood up slowly, stretching languidly. A yawn escaped his lips as he ran his fingers through his silver hair. He looked up to the sky and saw that the moon was almost in the center of the sky. He groaned.
'We still have a while.' He muttered in his mind. He strode forward him his sleeping mat, stepping over everyone carefully as he went. His eyes glanced over his brother who was sleeping with his limbs spread about wildly. A smirk graced his lips and he turned his attentions to the river.
Its cool water appealed to him and he couldn't help but move towards it, tossing his tunic aside. He deftly removed the braids from his hair and shook his head, letting his locks fly wildly around his face. He knew, subconsciously, that the water would be freezing cold and unbearable but something like that would not stop him from a refreshing dip.
Just as he was about to step into the water, a short chirp sounded behind him and he turned his head sharply. He could make out two glowing eyes watching him from the darkness. He rolled his eyes.
'Espenshade...' He thought, sighing. He motioned with his hand for her to come and she leapt off her perch, soaring through the air silently before landing on his outstretched arm. He winced slightly when her talons dug into his flesh but he did not push her away. Tarmikos opened his mouth as if he were to speak but he quickly closed it again. The Peregrine falcon quirked her head in an almost comical way, causing a grin to form on the Muru's lips, 'If only I could speak to you as I once did.'
"My lord?" A soft and sleepy voice called from behind him. The Muru prince looked over his shoulder slowly and was met with the eyes of the Mirkwood prince. He smiled weakly at him, then turned back around to face the water. His ears picked up the elf's silent approach but he kept his gaze forward. He could sense nervousness mingled with curiosity in his presence.
Legolas came to stand beside him, watching the Muru out of the corner of his eye. It unnerved him, knowing that this being was of the same race who held his father under its spell. A sense of suspicion swept over him but he quickly pushed it aside, knowing that this prince was nothing to fear.
"Do you know Espenshade from somewhere?" The ellon questioned softly, not looking at him. Tarmikos nodded slowly, his eyes wandering over the sparkling water. He longed to speak with the ellon but the idea was always shot down at the thought of his forced silence, "Can you speak at all?"
Tarmikos quirked his brow and glanced at the elf. Legolas looked at him expectantly. Finally, the Muru sighed and held up his hand, pinching his thumb and forefinger until there was only a small space between them. Then, must to the golden haired prince's amusement, the silver haired Muru grabbed his own throat and made a gagging motion. The ellon laughed quietly, grinning, and he nodded.
"I see. That is alright." He said, looking back out to the water again. The two princes sat in comfortable silence, both enjoying each other's presence. The moon's light danced off the clear waters of the Ringlo and the grasses blew gently in the crisp wind. A shiver shot down the Muru's spine and he searched in the darkness for his tunic. All desire to swim in the water had left his mind and all he wanted to do was be warm again.
Legolas watched as the Muru scrambled in the dark, searching for his clothing. A soft chuckle escaped his lips when Espenshade hissed in annoyance, then leapt off his shoulder and landed on the ellon's. The prince smiled gently, stroking the falcon's breast with his forefinger. He glanced back to Tarmikos and found, much to his confusion, that he was glaring with steely eyes at him. The golden haired elf quirked his brow and took a tentative step back.
"What is it?" He questioned quietly so as not to wake the others. But just as quick as it appeared, the hard glare on the Muru's face cleared and he smiled pleasantly, shaking his head. He then bent down to the ground and picked up his tunic, then slipped it quickly over his head. He ignored the odd look Legolas was giving him as he straightened out his hair. He gave the elf one last smile before returning to his bed roll.
The elf continued to watch the Muru with confusion in his eyes. Espenshade cackled softly from his shoulder, pecking at his braids. When the other prince had sat down and began fingering his knife carefully, the ellon slowly headed back to his own sleeping mat. But not before casting his gaze on the elleth that slept beside him.
A smile spread across his lips as he watched the elleth's chest rise and fall steadily with her breathing and her golden hair that spread around her face like a halo. He bent down slowly and quietly, then reached out of stroked her cheek gently with his knuckles. A soft sigh escaped her lips and Legolas froze, waiting to see if she would wake from her slumber. When she settled again, the prince took his hand away and kissed her chastely on the cheek.
"Sleep well." He whispered, then cast himself down upon his soft bed roll.
Tarmikos continued to trace his finger along the blunt edge of his knife until he sensed the ellon drift off into oblivion. He waited a moment longer, holding his breath, then finally leapt up. The blade was dropped, forgotten, onto the ground. Espenshade perked up at the sudden movement and turned to look at him with curious eyes. A smile spread across the Muru's lips and he stretched out his arm. The falcon spread her wings and glided silently over to him, then began picking at his tunic once she landed.
A soft tap on her back made her look up at him once more and he held her gaze with his own. A silent message was passed between the two yet the falcon still understood his command. Like a shadow in the night, Espenshade leapt from her perch and soared into the air, soon disappearing from the Muru's sight and into the darkness.
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Tears ran down her face yet she made no noise. Her arms were wrapped around the lifeless ellon's body and her face was buried in his chest. The darkness no longer seemed to bother her as she tried to find comfort in the one she knew would never be able to give it to her.
Many hours had passed yet she did not notice it. No sun filtered into the underground room so she could not tell how long it was she was imprisoned. Nor did she care. The only thing that registered in her mind was that Norui was there with her yet, at the same time, so far away.
The iron door creaked and Iaurtondariel looked up at the intruder. She grimaced when an ugly looking goblin grinned devilishly at her from the doorway. A snicker escaped his scaly lips when she dropped her head back down the rock floor.
"I see you 'ave made a friend, eh?" He questioned, his voice harsh and nasally. The elleth gritted her teeth as she tried to block out the creature's words, "Don't worry, she-elf, you'll join 'im soon enough. Now, get up!" He commanded but Iaurtondariel paid no heed to him. A growl escaped his throat and he stalked forward.
The elf hissed in pain when his spidery fingers twisted around in her hair. He savagely pulled her away from the ellon and she wondered when she had become so weak as to allow this creature to pull her around. But as much as she tried, she could not find the strength to resist him. Her watery eyes did not leave Norui's body as she was dragged out of the cell and down a torch-lit passageway.
It did not occur to her how long she was pulled down the hard, rough corridor. She only took in her surroundings when she heard the chatter of her captors in an approaching room. She looked away quickly from the disgusting sight of the creatures and concentrated her sights on the large room she had been brought to. Two large pillars stood in the center of the cavern where lichen grew up the sides. Busted chairs and kegs containing some substance the elleth did not want to know about were scattered along the walls, as if the creatures were actually sophisticated enough to use them. Swarms of the insect-like goblins were strewn throughout the area, chattering and snickering loudly to each other.
But there was only one thing in that room that truly caught Iaurtondariel's attention.
High above the heads of the creatures was a large hole in the wall where light filtered in from the outside. A crisp and refreshing air ran into the stifling cave and the elleth felt her senses rejuvenated when they passed though it. She noticed that the goblins seemed to stay away from that one area of the cavern.
She found her heart had lifted at the feel of the warm sun on her skin and her will suddenly returned to her body. The desire to kill the horrible creatures flooded her senses once more.
Iaurtondariel growled, kicking the legs out from underneath the one who carried her. The goblins screeched in surprise when he fell to the floor only to have his own dagger driven into his heart. The goblins stood in shock for a moment, watching as the once frail elleth righted herself, brushing her hair out of her eyes. The goblin's dagger glittered dangerously in her hand, blood dripping from its point.
But chaos soon ensued.
All at once, the creatures leapt at her and she did not hesitate in fighting back. It did not occur to her how badly she was outnumbered. All she concentrated on was hack, slash, slice. Hack, slash, slice. Her body moved unguided amidst the swarms in a deadly dance that was sure to lead to her own death. But she was determined to avenge the death of her companion.
The goblins screeched at the amazing techniques she displayed as her blade cut through all that came near. They could see a fire in her eyes that made them cower in fear. But they were not about to be outdone by a mere elleth.
Larger goblins spewed forward, shoving into her viciously. Iaurtondariel drove the blade deep into the chest of the twisted creature in front of her, then quickly turned to the next one before her victim even hit the ground. She was not aware of two other beasts creeping up behind her.
Her head snapped back when there was a massive tug on her hair. She cried out as she lost her balance, sending her sprawling to the ground. Immediately, the creatures leapt upon her as she struggled to regain her feet. Unfortunately, they had her pinned to the rocky floor without any hope of getting up again.
"You fight well." One of the larger goblins growling, looking down at her with distaste, "But your little escapade will not be ignored."
Iaurtondariel could only glare up at him, her chest heaving.
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The elves winced as another shrill whistle cut through the air. They all glared at the creator of the noise, grumbling under their breath. Ever since he had awoken, Legolas had been calling desperately for the Peregrine Falcon nonstop. And, though they said nothing, the rest of the group was ready to rip out his vocal cords.
"Espenshade!" The blonde haired ellon called into the wind, hoping that his beloved falcon would appear on the horizon and swoop down onto his shoulder. But this wish never came true, even as the day passed on and he continued searching. Even as midday had approached them, he had not silenced.
They had decided to rest for a few moments before they set off again. A few pulled out a little something to chew at while others were contented to talk quietly to one another.
"I am about ready to throw a rock at his head." Elladan muttered, clamping his hands over his ears. Elrohir merely nodded, then winced when another whistle split his ears. The Imladris twins noticed that Tarmikos was busy tracing patterns in the dirt while his own brother seemed to be as annoyed as they were.
"Is he deaf, too?" Elrohir commented dryly, trying to block out the shrill sound. He received his answer when the mentioned Muru's head shot up with a deadly glare on his face.
"He is merely ignoring the elf's maddening calls." Ricamros answered for his brother, giving the ellon an identical glare. They sat in silence for a moment longer, before he spoke once again, "Why do you ridicule one who cannot speak for himself? Does it give you a sense of power, my lord?"
"That is not what I intended." The younger of the two elves replied defensively. The glare did not leave the Muru's face.
"And would you insult me if you knew my own ailment?" He questioned, his voice growing deeper and more powerful. But the ellon was never one to back down from a challenge.
"That depends on the severity of the weakness." He growled, "And how it would effect us."
"Elrohir, be silent!" Elladan hissed, squeezing his brother on the shoulder. The elf did not pay attention to the warning, only boring his gaze into the Muru's. He did not notice Tarmikos shaking his head in exasperation and rolling his eyes.
"Why do you think my eye is as it is?"
"Perhaps it is another one of your abnormalities that your kind seems to carry."
Elrohir jolted forward when the other ellon clubbed him in the back of the head with his fist, gritting his teeth. His hissed softly, rubbing his aching head and ignoring the feeling of eyes gazing at him in annoyance.
"Watch what you say, brother!" The other ellon spat, truly repulsed at his brother's words. The younger Noldo elf sent Elladan a brief apologetic look before drawing his knees up to his chest and shielding his face. Uncomfortable silence reigned in their small group, each confused by the argument while thoroughly annoyed at the constant noise in the background, "Lord Ricamros, could you please explain to us why your eye is clouded as it is?" The older elf questioned, trying to bring peace back to the four. The Muru glanced at him briefly.
"Why should I reveal more information about myself while knowing that it will be judged harshly?" He muttered, brushing his silver hair back over his shoulder. Elladan merely sighed and looked down to the grass, pulling at the thin blades with his fingers.
"Prince Legolas Thranduilion!" Mithrandir bellowed suddenly, causing everyone to jump, "If you do not stop that insufferable noise, you will find yourself on the receiving end of my staff!"
The company fought back their laughter at the sight of the pale face of the golden haired prince.
"We continue on!" The wizard called, his face red from annoyance. One by one, the companions clambered to their feet and followed quickly after the chagrined Istar, none wanting to incur his wrath further.
Elladan watched as the Muruien twins followed the others' example and came to their feet. Tarmikos strode ahead of his brother, never looking back at the ellyn. Ricamros glanced at the elves with a sigh, slinging his pack over his shoulders.
"The same night Tarmikos was robbed of his voice, I was robbed of my sight." He began in a sorrowful voice. The twins' eyes widened with shock, "My left eye is alright but I am completely blind in my right." And without another word, he glided swiftly away from the Noldor elves.
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Turwaithiel glared at the back of the one she followed further and further into the dense forest. Uhako walked silently beside her, eyeing the surroundings warily and uncomfortably. The air was suffocating and thick, making it more difficult to breathe the further they went. Eruko showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, so the maiden just crossed her arms with a snort. The creature smirked at her annoyance and finally came to a halt, turning to watch the two behind him. Both man and woman stopped quickly, their hands going instinctively to their knives at their belts. Eruko cackled.
"Still untrusting, I see." He commented, striding towards them. He lifted one long finger and trailed it slowly down Turwaithiel's cheek, sending a shiver down her spine. His smirk widened to a grin when she slapped him away. His skin was cold to the touch and felt as if it would freeze her own skin, "When will you learn, my lady Turwaithiel? Lord Uhako?" When they did not respond, a snicker escaped his hidden lips and he continued on.
"I do not like him one bit." Uhako muttered after a while, "Not at all."
"You are not the only one who wishes he would be swallowed up by the earth." Turwaithiel replied just as quietly, "What bothers me most is that I cannot see him, even when he is right in front of my eyes. It is as if his whole body is but a shadow."
"I do not like it when he touches you." The man grunted, crossing his arms. She smirked at him.
"Jealous of a shadow, are you?" He only rolled his eyes in response. Turwaithiel frowned, "I do not like it either, Uhako, but you know as well as I do what would happen if I tried to stop him." The man turned to look at her, his lips tight, and he nodded grimly.
"Aye, I do."
"If you two are done whispering," Eruko broke into their conversation, "You should know that we have arrived at our destination." Glares formed on the faces of the two following at the creature but he only shook it off with a grin, though they could not see it.
Before them stood the wide and uninviting mouth of a twisting cavern. Their eyes could not pierce the blackness that inhabited it, despite the candles that flickered dimly in its depths. They followed Eruko hesitantly into the dark, their hands tightly intertwined so as not to lose sight of one another. From seemingly out of no where, a flame leapt up from a torch the creature carried. Their hearts nearly leapt into their throat when a black, savage wolf leapt at them viciously, its teeth bared. A short chain attached to a collar that dug into its neck was the only thing that kept it from them. Its teeth gleamed dangerously in the flickering light as it howled and snarled at them. The two quickly hurried by to the undisturbed Eruko. The creature's barking continued and echoed off the rock walls.
The cloaked figure came to a halt when they entered a larger room. A few words escaped his lips and light sprung from various torches lining the walls. He stuck the torch he carried in an empty holder on the wall, then turned to Turwaithiel and Uhako, smiling.
"So, what news do you bring me, my faithful servants?" He questioned, rubbing his hands together; grayish scales replaced skin on his long fingers, "Have you completed what I sent you out to accomplish?"
"We did as you ordered, my lord." Turwaithiel answered monotonously, inclining her head, "You should have no problem from those wretched elflings." Eruko's lips turned up to reveal sharply pointed teeth and he ran his tongue over the tips.
"Ah, that is good to hear but you spare the details! Come! Tell me what my servants have done to dispatch the creatures." Uhako snorted softly, turning his head away but the hooded being paid no attention to him.
"What do you wish to know, my lord? I did exactly as you ordered." She replied simply. Eruko frowned.
"Are you sure that they have been properly taken care of? I am weak as it is- I will not deny that fact- and I cannot have any more interferences in my feeding."
Both Uhako and Turwaithiel flinched at the word 'feeding'. They knew quite well what he meant and who he was feeding on. But, even if they did do his evil work, they never felt the need to prey on other beings so like themselves. They would kill at the first order, yes, but never had they tasted the blood of another person, be it elf, Muru, or man.
"That princeling was stronger then I imagined, though." He continued, leaning against the wall, "He drained me of much of my strength, so much so that I am finding it difficult still to overtake their minds. But it will not be long before that sorry excuse for an elven realm to crumble. Their king will succumb to my power and those left will be leaderless and divided."
Uhako listened on in disgust as his master continued on about his plans. It was never his own choice to aid him in this task. He once had a life and he was happy, a good man, but a debt had to be repaid to the creature he now served. And Eruko was not one to forget what was owed.
"Are you listening, Uhako?" The creature questioned suddenly, catching the Muru off guard. Uhako glanced between him and his lady, panic in his eyes, "It appears not." The hooded being slurred as he slid over to Turwaithiel, once again tracing his scaly finger down her cheek and neck, "I suppose we will have to learn to curb yo tention, won't we?" Uhako's blood boiled and it took all his strength not to kill him right there. The creature always knew right where to strike to make it hurt most. The scowl on the Muru's face made Eruko smirk and he stepped away from the maiden.
"But there is more, my lord." Turwaithiel broke in, glaring at the creature. He quirked his eyebrow and looked at her curiously.
"Oh? And what is that?" He questioned, moving closer. Uhako watched them both suspiciously.
"We passed a couple scouts not far from the border of the forest, speaking in hushed voices." She paused, him watching her expectantly, "It is said that the remaining princes of the King rode from the forest with no escorts, in search of a large party. They plan to aid them in their task." A snort sounded form Eruko and he turned away, pacing around the small area.
"Those spoiled whelps?" He sneered, "They are no threat to me. It is a shame I was not able to finish what I started those many years ago."
"But there is more, my lord." She continued. He motioned for her to go on but she shook her head, motioning for him to come closer. He did so without hesitation and she leaned in close.
Uhako strained his ears to hear what they spoke of but they were too careful. He wondered briefly how Turwaithiel could stand to be so close to such a creature. A sharp hiss escaped Eruko's lips and he stormed off, resuming his pacing angrily.
"Preposterous!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air, "The traitor vanished in the Wild many years ago." The male Muru coughed to cover up his snicker at the creature's use of 'traitor'. He went unnoticed.
"I know what I saw, my lord." The lady said.
Eruko leaned against the wall, his chest heaving with anger. His grey eyes flashed anxiously though the two did not see them, concealed by his cloak. The muscles in his contorted legs twitched and his toes dug into the shallow dusting of dirt on the ground. His hands gripped onto the rock wall, so tightly that little bits of the rock broke and fell to the ground with a resonating sound.
"How is that possible?" He breathed but they did not answer. They knew better then to further provoke their master's wrath, "Why now? Why must that- that- sorry excuse for a Muru return now!"
"She traveled with the company, my lord. My guess is she seeks to aid them as well."
"Well, then we must prevent that." He pushed himself away from the wall and sauntered over to them, "You must leave once more, my servants. It does not matter if her companions live of not, you must prevent her from entering this forest.
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Noon turned into night, and night into morning before they knew it. But there was still no sign of the Peregrine Falcon and the golden haired prince found himself falling even deeper into despair. A cold feeling overtook his body and every step felt like agony on his muscles. The sense of being alone was driving the ellon mad. Jaimea walked beside him in silence, shifting uncomfortably under the tension.
"Do not worry, Legolas, she will come back." The elleth assured him, smiling slightly. He kept his eyes downward, "She always has, right?"
"Yes." He answered softly, shrugging, "Bu never been more then a day."
"Maybe she is hunting." The prince gave her a dubious look and she fell silent. Jaimea racked her brain for another topic to bring up, one that might possibly lift the prince's spirit. Suddenly, a smile came upon her face, "Did I ever tell you that your naneth talked to me one night?" Just as she had hoped, the elf lifted his head quickly with wide eyes.
"She came to you, as well?" He questioned, "When? What did she say?" The elleth's smile widened.
"Why should I tell you this?" She teased, "Perhaps it was meant for me only." Legolas's eyes seemed to bulge out of his head.
"You must tell me! I want to know." The elleth shrugged with a grin.
"Whining will get you nothing, my prince." The prince stuck his lip out in a pout and crossed his arms. She patted his cheek playfully, then went silent again with a smile upon her face.
"Can you at least answer something?" He asked after a while and she shrugged.
"Perhaps." She replied and he scowled playfully.
"Well, did you see…?" He trailed off, giving her a meaningful look. The elleth knew instantly what he wanted to know and she frowned, looking down to the grass. Legolas did not say anything, waiting patiently for her answer though, in his mind, he knew what the answer would be.
"I am sorry, Legolas, but no. I did not see your brother." The joy was wiped off the golden haired prince's face and he nodded solemnly. The elleth bit her lip, moving closer to him, "But I do have good news: I did not see your Ada either."
It took a moment for the ellon to realize the meaning of that statement but when he did, a huge smile split across his face.
"Then he is still alive."
Jaimea nodded, still smiling. He gazed lovingly at the elleth and kissed her cheek, grateful for this new hope.
He looked positively bored, Estel noted as he watched the silent Muru walk beside him. He dragged his feet during each step and his arms hung loosely at his sides. His blue eyes were half veiled by his eyelids and he yawned constantly. The human bit his lip in thought.
"Lord Tarmikos?" He called, glancing up at the prince. He noticed with some annoyance that he stood almost a head taller then him. But the silver haired Muru did not respond. For a moment, the man wondered if he had fallen asleep on his feet but his lazy yawning told him otherwise, "My lord?"
A yawn. Estel grumbled.
"TARMIKOS!" Birds cried out in fear as they hurried away from their perches in the trees and everyone stopped in their tracks. The Muru Prince grimaced at the shout and he glared sharply at the man. He pointed to his throat then tapped his ear, shaking his head furiously with gleaming eyes.
Estel swallowed hard at the fierce look on the silent one's face. He didn't seem bored anymore. Luckily for the human, Ricamros came and led his brother away with a huge grin on his face.
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Iaurtondariel struggled against the bonds around her wrists and ankles. A dirty rag had been placed inside her mouth and secured with a thick rope, causing her to choke on the filth and her eyes to water. The jeering of the goblins were all around her as she was pulled savagely into an even larger cavern. This one seemed more grand, as if it held importance of some sort. Somehow, a rusty chandelier was hung over the room, the candles flickering and casting shadows against the walls. Something akin to a throne was carved crudely into the wall, its edges jagged and sharp. The elleth quieted suddenly, extreme anger and hate passing through her body.
To her, the goblins looked the same. Except this one; she knew this one. This one who was seated upon the throne was the one who robbed Norui of his life.
The elleth did not tear her eyes away from the ugly creature upon the throne. He was clad in tattered clothes with bits of armor here and there. A black sword was at his feet, rust visible on the hilt even from where she was. Its dry lips cracked as it grinned devilishly at her, showing off his decaying teeth. It took all her will just to hold down her stomach's contents at the sight of the filthy creature. Inwardly, she knew what they planned to do to her but that did not matter to her. All she wanted to do was get loose and stick the beast through the heart with its own blade.
Slowly, the goblins brought Iaurtondariel as they hooted and cackled in excitement. The larger goblin thrust her forward and she fell on her face. She tasted something metallic on her tongue and grimaced, unable to spit out the blood due to the gag in her mouth. The goblin pulled viciously on her hair, yanking her onto her knees. Pain-filled tears streamed down her checks and her screams were muffled by the rag. She was barely aware of the beast on the throne coming to his feet.
"What 'ave we here?" He questioned, his voice scratchy and rough. The goblins quieted down though they continued snickering quietly.
"The prisoner." The one holding the elleth answered in an equally abrasive voice, "Turns out she's a fighter, an' a good one at that."
"Is she now?" The leader said, stepping slowly down towards Iaurtondariel. Defiance shone from her eyes as she stared up at him with disgust and hate. Scratches covered her face and small trails of blood mingled with her tears, "What be your name, she-elf?" The elleth's teeth dug into the dirty cloth and the goblin sneered, "Well?"
Her head snapped to the side with a sickening ring as the creature's gritty hand slapped viciously across her face. Cruel laughter erupted once more from the others, blocking out the painful ringing in her ears.
"Not gonna answer, eh?" The leader questioned, laughing maliciously. He reached down to pick up the rusty sword, "Well, then perhaps it would be best if you were to join your little friend in the-"
"My lord!"
The goblins turned to the intrusion, confused chatter erupting in the crowds. A lone goblin stood in the entrance way, leaning heavily with his hands supporting on his knees.
"Silence!" The King ordered and the creatures obeyed at once. He glared at the goblin expectantly.
"My lord!" It said again, "The elf! The one that was dead! He is gone!"
Iaurtondariel's eyes widened in shock and she glanced to the messenger. The goblins broke into a frenzy, drawing their small blades and glancing around anxiously as if expecting him to come out of nowhere. The elleth's heart pounded even harder in her chest and a cold sweat rolled down her face. How was that possible?
"Are you sure?" The goblin growled, tightening his hold on his sword, "The creature was dead! Sliced its throat, I did!"
"I know, my lord, but the cell door was open and-"
The goblin never had time to finish his sentence. The beasts in the room silence and stared in shock at their comrade. A gurgling sound came from his mouth, black blood trailing down his lip. He fell to his knees and his face hit the floor.
A wooden arrow with green feathers protruded from its back.
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Muahaha! I liked this chapter a lot! I hope you guys enjoyed it::grin: I had a lot of fun writing it, even if I am dead tired right now. Hehe. Hmm, not much to say. Oh, have any of you seen King Kong yet? It's so awesome! Sad, but brilliant! You all must see it!
I've got a new question for you all! Sabre, you've already answered. And no, your vote can't count as two. :p Okay, what story would you like to see next after this one? One from my bio or one that continues the epilogue of Call of the Red Bird? Let me know, please!
Also, have any of you read the Sevenwaters Trilogy before? I don't remember the author but oh well. Ug, I can't type anymore, so tired. See you all later! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
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