Vulnerable (A Legolas/LOTR Fanfiction)

V • : First Impressions : •

I like Elves better than people. People get annoying.
Elves are beautiful.
They iz smart.
People er stupid.
End of story.

Anyway, I'm sorry about the typos. I typed that chapter all in one day and it took me like six hours of trying to avoid everyone. I was so ready to get it out there, I didn't proof read it. ;-; So I'm sorry.

SPEAKING OF TYPING... I had this chapter 6/7 done and GUESS WHAT HAPPENED? MY COUSIN ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT ALL. SCREAAAAMMM.

ANYWAY if you've noticed, there are some lines of the poem about the Ring. I've memorized it. OuO Nerd.

GUESS WHO SHOT THAT ARROW? Yeh bb. We're finally getting somewhere.

I'll TRY to remember to put an Authors Note at the end.

To the chapter!

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Zip! The arrow flew past their ears and embedded deep into the tree behind them. Nephenee tightened her grip on her bow and skimmed her eyes along the dark line of trees around her. In the corner of her eye, she could make out Ansrin shakily reaching for the hilt of her sword.

"State your names and reason for trespassing." A voice slithered from the darkness. Judging by the smooth depth, it was obvious it was from a man.

"Emerge from the shadows that hide you and perhaps we shall." Nephenee, using her 'mature' dialect, spoke without fear.

The being did as so. Emerging from the darkness, a hooded figure appeared. The cloak bled a sage color, much like Nephenee's, but the pendants that linked them together were much different. A longbow of different design and wood than Neph's was clutched in his hand. An arrow lay lodged in its firing position. There was no indication of facial features, but strands of long blonde hair overlapped the cloak. His head pointed down as if purposely hiding his face.

"We are merely travelers from Rivendell. We had no means of trespassing." Ansrin squeaked, her voice wavering.

In the surrounding woods, other frames could be seen, all cloaked and hooded. A whole brigade of Wood-Elves. Nephenee thought, interest sparking in her eyes.

"Merely travelers?" He questioned. The man tilted his head up to get a better look at the two. In the shade of his hood, two blue eyes sparkled like diamonds in a cave. They narrowed suspiciously. "I find it hard to believe two noble elven women, judging by your expensive taste in wear, would be traveling all this way from Rivendell." He paused and locked his arrow into place. "There must be some reasoning behind the situation. You are heading to a specific place for some important reason... Or you are thieves, running from the law or perhaps trying to get a hand on His Majesty Thranduil's wealth."

"You are quite skeptical over two riding women." Nephenee snapped. Her interest began fading away and the empty spot filled with agitation at his prying observations.

"These are dark times. Dark times require excessive watch and extra precautions." He paused. "Anyone could be with the Enemy. Elves are not excluded from such terms."

"Hmph..." She looked away in thought. How are we to get out of this predicament? This elf will not lay off. She chewed hastily at the inside of her lip. Many plans ran through her mind but none seemed to fit the boot.

"I will ask once more, 'travelers'. What are your names?" His fingers curled around the nock of his arrow, the feathered fletching lightly brushing his knuckles.