A blood curdling scream leaves wet, tainted lips, echoing noisily amidst a canopy of tall trees. The trees reflect the pure, silver moonlight pouring over the forest.
A distant echo is followed by a cutting yell.
"Aragorn!"
The night's unnatural silence is disturbing to the forest's many inhabitants.
The clashing of metal on metal and the zip of bow strings being stretched beyond flexibility have ceased, leaving behind an eerily silent atmosphere.
"Saes, Estel!"
Owls turn their stout heads, trees rustle darkly and crickets don't make a sound. All is still. Until another yell pierces the silence like the fall of a dangerously poised blade.
"Legolas?"
Firelight flickers almost uncertainly despite the absence of wind inside the palace. Hallways are tread with helplessness, raw scrapes echoing from souls hitting the engraved wood. The flames dance as the footsteps echo louder and louder, skidding down firm lanes and arched bridges. They travel the winding pathways in fear and inclining terror.
"Where are you," a slight whisper sounds out hopelessly. Leaves flutter in tender circles under the soft breezes.
Calls become more desperate and louder.
Toes and fingers squirm, failing to contain happiness, yet strongly shake with overbearing horror.
"Aragorn?"
Maroons and reds thickly streak the barks of trees as a reminder of the war that has just been won. Has it really?
Black glop coats rough hands that clutch long white knives tightly. They glint pure white as the moon's light hits their engraved surface.
"Legolas?"
An unsheathed sword sits in a firm yet simultaneously loose grip.
"Aragorn!"
"Legolas?"
Blue meets grey.
Azure meets sliver.
Knives meet sword.
Aragorn meets Legolas.
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Azure and Silver
Fanfiction"The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them." -J. R. R. Tolkien, The Return of the King
