Chapter Eight

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Pain shot out through the bond, striking at me with fierceness unlike that felt previously. My own shoulder started to not only radiate pain that mirrored the wound I inflicted on Legolas but it was accompanied by a burning sensation. My teeth, which were currently embedded in his shoulder, grew slick with the mixture of saliva and his blood loosening them from their purchase. Quickly his leg lifted and caught the side of my head causing me to drop my grip on his shoulder, as he backed away from me.

Shadows swarmed around us, bathing us in cool ribbons of darkness, I could leave him here forever to suffer in this place. But what once was perceived as a challenge of worth was quickly warping into something much more. I did not understand what feeling surrounding me, I was craving something, it was nothing I have ever felt before and this pain that echoed through my shoulder throbbed and burned. Legolas though seemed to understand the situation much better then I, he was calm in this realm of darkness, his calculating eyes never waiver from me. My trained eyes scanned his poster for even the slightest notion of weakness, many of the lessons Lord Elrond taught be were rapidly shooting through my mind, as I calculated what the best move would be. Now I truly saw what silent power he possessed, the darkness rippled from him like a stone thrown in water, it droned to an unknown beat as he looked towards me. His knives were out, still poise to harm, but did not move closer. "You must understand," he started. "You have to let go of your selfish desires. What you did today, what you are doing now, is thoughtless; you must have better control."

"Self-preservation is what kept me alive for more than millennium little elf; abandoning it now would be foolishness." Snapping my jaws at him, I lowered myself more, my voice already a powerful growl, if had we been in the world of light, would have caused any weaker being to flee. I could feel something warm dripping down my left shoulder and start to snake its way down my leg. Blood? But how, I knew the pain was bad, but I had not cut my connection to the pack. Surely they felt this as well, sharing in his pain ...or was it mine.... a wound should not have opened. This momentary distraction was the opportunity Legolas was ready for, launching himself at me the distance between us closed in a matter of seconds. I quickly sidestepped his attack, and turned my head to follow his charge past me, hopeful of catching a mouthful of his side in my jaws. Legolas danced out of the way of my oncoming teeth and dodged outside to the right, swinging one of his blades around to slice at the side of my face. I easily dodge his blow yet again, but the pain in my shoulder was making its presence known in the forefront of my mind and it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. Circling back around to him, I couldn't help the slight limp I know he saw, yet he waited and watched me, not making a move. Curious, either he didn't see my limp, or he was waiting....Legolas lashed out at my injured left side. The blood that started to pool around my paw cause me to lose step, but a falter is all an expert warrior needs. Using his advantage he expertly maneuvered the base of one of his blades to strike my already injured shoulder, causing it to give way with excruciating pain. Legolas latched on to some of my fur as my body fell to the ground in a heap, landing on my already painful shoulder, he situated his blades to cross at a hover over my exposed neck. His stance was solid as he stood over me, not hesitating for a moment, his eyes still trained on my still form. The reality of the situation came crashing down on me as logic flew to the forefront of my mind and replacing whatever madness I had, his former words stinging in harsh rebuke.

He must have sensed the change in my disposition, for he wordlessly slid his knives back into their sheath and lifted his leg and body so he was standing besides me. As I reassessed what just happened the pain in my shoulder did not abate, and gingerly I lifted my body to a laying position with my legs underneath me. We had both not spoken to each other yet;

"I apologize," clearing my throat. "I was out of line, as you said." I tilted my head to look at him. His face was still unreadable but his poster has relaxed slightly as he finally spoke.

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