The Running Elf

Chapter 2

Sorry if this one is a bit short, I don't have much free time at the moment. Enjoy!!!!

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Legolas’ eyes fell upon the elleth who had just been led into the throne room. The conversation he had been having with his father ceased as Thranduil turned to the guards. He could tell his father was annoyed about being disrupted but there was a hint of something else in his gaze. Was it… recognition? Or was it rage? Glee? He couldn’t put his finger on it.

Her crimson hair and violet eyes held the prince’s gaze, entrancing him. She was the most graceful creature he had ever seen. Also the most un-elf-like elf he had ever seen. She introduced herself and Legolas saw a smile creep across his father’s face.

“Am I right, Callysta that you are not of full elfish blood and are the one who escaped the justice of King Bly?” His father smirked evilly.

The girl tensed and her hand went round her back. She was a fugitive. Not just any fugitive. She was the half-elf, the one he had heard so much about.

The next series of events came in a flurry of chiffon and speed and before Legolas could blink Callysta was sprinting across the wooden branches of the halls towards the gates.

Legolas was sprinting over the pathway beneath her yelling “Sana he! Sana he!” (Get her! Get her!) To the guards.

Suddenly a crash rang out over the sound of shouting and running feet as she crashed through the only weak spot on the gate.

“Open the gates!” He bellowed and the guards scurried to heave open the doors.

“My son!” Thranduil caught hold of Legolas’ arm and turned him round, rage plastered over his face.

“Find her and bring her back. She mustn’t be allowed to escape!” His eyes burned with fury.

“I will father.” Legolas gritted his teeth in determination.

White light shone from behind him as the gate was heaved open, bathing the woodland realm in golden sunlight. Legolas turned to the path out of the city to see a figure standing in a tree. It had to be her.

“Tula!” (Come!) He beckoned to his soldiers as he left his father standing by the door. But no sooner had they taken a step out of the doors, a high pitched whistle sounded above everything. Legolas and all the elves around him fell to the floor clutching at their ears as the whistle subsided. The ellons groaned on the ground as they recovered from the piercing sound.

Legolas looked up from where he lay to see the girl jumping from the tree and mounting a…

He had to blink and look again to make sure his eyes did not deceive him. She mounted one of the Mearas. There was no mistaking the strong muscles and powerful neck. But the colouring was strange. Two half-breeds. He thought to himself with a wry grin. It made sense.

By then he and all the others had recovered. “I’rokko!” (The horses!) One of his soldiers shouted and stable ellons came bustling out with the cavalry. Within minutes they were mounted and following in hot pursuit of the half-elf.