This chapter has a little bit of everything, honestly this has been my favorite chapter to post thus far. I really enjoyed this chapter because there were a lot of different aspects and genres in one chapter and it just was fun and intense to write. I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. And please R&R XOXO
As Thranduil left I ran to my bed and jumped onto it, face first, not being able to contain an excited laugh. I didn't know that there was the possibility that Thranduil could possibly feel anything for me like I do him. His touch lit a fire with me that I didn't know I had, never had I been touched with such desire and passion, I got drunk off the feeling, only wanting more. As I climbed into bed I couldn't help to smile at what the future may hold.
Upon waking, I stretched and let out a happy sigh. Last night rushed through my mind as I remembered Thranduil's and mine's moment, I pinched myself just to make sure that it wasn't a dream. I got up and quickly got dressed, in a less formal outfit. It was a pair of black tight fitting pants and a green tunic. I quickly braided my hair to the side before putting on a pair of boots as I left. I wanted to be outside, I wanted to bask in the sunlight and maybe practice some magic work.
As I walked down the halls a young Legolas runs up to me grabbing onto my leg, a young elven maid chasing after him.
"Please don't let them take me!" He cried hiding behind me.
I chuckled at the boys antics and looked to the young maid who was rapidly breathing from chasing the young ellon.
"Please my Prince, you need to go to your lessons." She said still trying to catch her breath.
"I want to go with Amara!" He exclaimed crossing his arms in front of his chest, which he was proudly puffing up.
"Don't worry. I have no trouble taking the young Prince to his archery lesson." I said smiling, taking hold of Legolas's hand.
"Oh my goodness, thank you so much my lady." She said bowing to me.
I chuckled and began walking with Legolas to the archery range, he smiled and bounced on his feet as we walked.
"I hear you're quite skilled with a bow." I said looking down to the boy.
"Yep! I've been practicing ever since I was able to hold things!" He said proudly.
Though he was only around 450 years old he was looked like the equivalent of an 8 year old boy. He made my heart warm, and some sort of motherly instinct came alive in me when I was with him.
Once we were outside at the range Legolas went and picked up his bow and quiver excitedly, I just simply sat back and watched as he drew the arrow back, took a deep breath, and released the arrow on the exhale. It hit dead center of the target. I let out a mix of a gasp and a laugh as I clapped. It was certainly the most impressive thing that I had seen in a while.
"That was amazing!" I exclaimed.
"Well, practicing for a long time really helps." He said smiling.
I pulled out my daggers that I had hid underneath my tunic and walked up next to Legolas. I drew my hand back and looked at the target, I closed my eyes and with the flick of my wrist I sent the blade flying, it led dead next to Legolas's slightly moving his arrow to the side.
I smirked in satisfaction as Legolas's jaw dropped.
"I would've never guessed that you were good with daggers."
"Well, when growing up it was only my mother and I. I had to be able to hunt and defend her if need be." I paused as the memory of our camp being attacked flashed through my mind and I remembered not being able to protect her then, when it mattered most. "But, I wasn't able to help her when it mattered most. So I have vowed to become the best." I said, smiling with slightly teary eyes.
Legolas surprised me by dropping his bow before wrapping his arms around me tightly, "its okay. I don't have my naneth either. Ada won't speak of her. I think she wasn't a nice woman and that she hurt my Ada." Legolas's honesty and sweetness made fresh tears of happiness spring to my eyes as I wrapped my arms back around him, cherishing the feeling of having something like a son in my arms.
I caught movement in the brush and quickly pushed Legolas to the ground with me on top of him, an arrow whizzing by just where we were standing. A gang of orcs came rushing out of the nearby woods weapons held up at the ready. My blood ran cold, my eyes went wide, followed by a flush of pure anger and hatred for the foul species.
"Legolas! Run!" I yelled to him as I picked myself up.
His eyes were a mix with the thought of disobeying and fear for the creatures that he had never seen before, but he finally turned on his heels and ran.
I stood my ground, I pulled back my shoulders and held out my hands already feeling the magic in my blood come to life.
"Hellara adagio!" I yelled out, fire spewing from my hands in the shape of dragons wrapping around several orcs, searing the flesh right from their wretched body.
They all ran full force towards me, I didn't have time for incantations, and I knew most magic without them. It was only me, up against around 50 orcs. Mixes of ice, fire, water, and electricity came shooting from my hands as I tried to combat the beasts, but eventually they got too close to where I risked hurting myself with my magic. I pulled out my long daggers and began fighting with them. I jumped up onto an orcs back and quickly sliced his head clean from his shoulders before jumping onto the other ones, I slid around my hands having a mind of their own as I fought without ceasing, the anger and grief from losing my mother powering my battle.
Though suddenly, elven guards dropped from the trees and joined the battle, and a movement of silvery, white hair out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. By my side was Thranduil, his sword unsheathed, the look of a true warrior.
"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes surveying me for any obvious signs of being hurt.
"No. I am fine."
We were swept into battle quickly, the orcs just kept coming in wave after wave. They seemed to come out of nowhere, for every orc we killed, two more took its place. Thranduil fought with such beauty and grace you could tell just by watching him that he was the king.
I was covered in several minor cuts and bruises, but I was tiring. My moves were becoming slower and less precise. Fatigue was setting in from using so much magic, it took a great toll on my body. Through slightly blurred vision I saw an orc readying an arrow, pointing it straight at Thranduil's heart from behind. Everything next seemed to happen in slow motion.
I leapt forward, jumping on top and walking along several orcs before rolling to the ground. I paid no mind to anything going on around me, my eyes were glued to Thranduil's back. I felt slight jabs of pain as more orcs wounded me. I didn't care about defending myself, I cared about defending my king. The orc let go of the arrow and I made one final jump to get behind Thranduil. He turned around just in time to see the arrow pierce my skin and catch me in his arms.
"Hold on! Please Amara!" His voice was growing more and more distant as darkness crept into my vision.
I felt him pick me up and begin running, "Get the healers!" He called, it sounded like I was underwater, his voice muffled.
The pain I felt in my stomach was unbearable, it was the only thing that was keeping me tied to my body. It hurt more than anything I've ever felt before, the pain continued to spread until it engulfed my entire body. Then it all went black.