Legolas short story x reader 'Symphony' *finished*

Chapter ten - Herdith Aquafilius

'Why did you stay here anyway?' One of the Orcs asked me and licked his lips as he neared with a sharp axe. 'Why didn't you make a run for it and stay alive?' I looked at my killer and suddenly felt very calm. As if I had agreed with my death. At least, I knew, I would be with Legolas as he died too. I could not imagine a life without him and I knew there would have been many days of loneliness if I survived this. I followed a falling leave with my eyes and found the way it floated in the air before it softly hit the ground very calming. For a change, the wind started to blow softly and the smell of my sweat and blood was taken away. The smell Legolas had, the smell of the pleasant Mirkwood forest, reached my nose as if the wind wanted to grant me one last moment of peace. There was no symphony to listen to, the forest was silent, listening to my heartbeat before it would stop beating for ever. For the first time I was here, I found this place, described by myths as inhabited by monsters, incredibly peaceful and I figured this was a good place to die.

'Well? Why didn't you leave the male Elf?' The Orc asked again. I lifted my head and looked at the Orc with utter hatred. He had disturbed my peace. I knew he would never understand the feeling I felt and the decisions I would make because of that feeling. His ignorance annoyed me and my eyes filled with the hate I felt for this creature. 'Because I love him.' The creature laughed and suddenly I didn't want to die anymore. Not before I had stopped this monster from laughing. Only then I could die in peace.

But I had no weapon to do it. My hands hung next to my body and suddenly I felt something in my pocket. The berries. I smiled and took the berries in my closed hand.

'Because I love him.' I repeated, this time louder. 'I stayed because I love him.' The Orc stopped laughing when he heard my voice. It was full of hatred and there wasn't a shadow of a doubt or a flicker of fear in. It was the voice of a hunter, ready to kill. 'I stayed, because, I love him.' I said louder, and my words brought fear into the Orcs eyes. The grin on his face disappeared, but that wasn't enough yet. I had the desire to see him dead.

'But you don't understand that feeling, do you? Love. You will always be the same loveless filthy smelly creature. Look at that male Elf.' I commanded and the Orc obeyed me. 'That's is the one I love. And that is the one I want to spent the rest of my life with.' The Orc smiled again, but this time its smile was uncertain and small. 'Then you can't spend a lot of time with him anymore. Your life will soon end.' I shook my head. 'No, it won't, yours will.'

And with that I trew a berry. I had no idea with it would do, but I had to try something. The berry hit the Orc's chest and the berry's juice touched the Orc's skin. The Orc started to scream as the juice burned his skin and left a black wound. Blood ran out of the wound and the Orc fell to the ground, looking astonished at me as I looked at him with the same emotion.

Maethorion had eaten a berry too, but the juice did not touch my beloved bird. And the juice seemed to be the most dangerous thing of those berries. And now, it worked in my advantage.

I took more berries and trew them at the other Orcs, watching wounds appear and filthy bodies falling to the ground. Their moaning entered my ears and the sickening smell of their blood entered my nose. More Orcs neared me and I kept on throwing berries from different angles until I had run out of the poision. The smile that had been on my face disappeared as I once again was weaponless and Legolas still captured by the Orcs. There were at least twenty-five more monsters that did not hold Legolas and now neared me. Weapons pointed at me and I could just avoid an arrow as I was distracted by the thirst for blood that was shown in twenty-five pairs of eyes.

I screamed for help without expecting anyone to hear it. It only made the Orcs laugh. Legolas screamed that I should run, but if someone ever tells my story I am either going to die on the battlefield in glory or survive this. I will not flee. I will not leave him.