~In progress~
Set around the year 2060
Mirkwood fights to keep the enemy at bay. Prince Legolas, leading Captain of King Thranduil's military, prepares new recruits to join Mirkwood's patrols. In these novices, he finds a young she-elf. For reasons...
"Incoming scout!" A loud voice rang through the night, alerting those in the camp.
Ithreon briskly made his way out of the tent. He had received word not too long ago of Legolas' departure, and he had sent out scouts to keep a close eye in the South. He caught sight of his scout, eyes wide and breathing too heavy. Rushing over to him, he searched his eyes and waited for the scout to catch his breath. "Faron? What has happened?"
"A large party of orcs; they-they," Faron gasped out.
"Yes?" Ithreon promoted, failing to hide the growing fear in his eyes.
"They captured the Prince and another elleth. I returned with haste."
Ithreon's eyes widened and a gasp flew from his lips. No... Not Legolas. It had been over two days already since Faron rode out; there was no telling if they were too late. "We must ride out in all haste. Faron, take the fastest horse and ride like the wind, word must be sent to King Thranduil," he said then whispered, " Valar protect them..."
He prayed they were still alive.
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She didn't know whether to be disgusted in herself or to take pleasure in the orcs screams as she drove the dagger into its helpless body over and over again.
Flashbacks of her family invaded her mind. She was rushed back to that horrifying day and burning tears of grief and wrath ran down her cheeks. Blood spattered on her face as her hand drove the knife down faster into the orcs sickening flesh.
This was her first task Esgaldel gave her, and he watched in twisted pleasure as she stabbed the orc, and her anger began taking ahold of her. "Yes," he encouraged, speaking also to himself. "Release your years of bitterness."
Rhavaniel cried out with rage and kicked away the now dead orc. She watched as its mutilated body tumbled across the stone floor and inhaled a much-needed breath. Her eyes met Legolas' and she recoiled at the horror in his eyes. Clapping reached her hears, and she tore her eyes away from Legolas to glare at Esgaldel.
Esgaldel's smug smiled formed on his face, and Rhavaniel wanted to drive the dagger in it. "See, that wasn't so hard," his applause ceased, and his dark eyes searched hers. He moved in so close that Rhavaniel could feel his breath against her neck. "Is that what you fear? To lose yourself, or others? I understand that."
Rhavaniel set her jaw and stared into the distance.
"I wonder, would you break if I killed him?" Esgaldel motioned to Legolas and caught the fear in Rhavaniel's eyes. "Love is only an illusion, light and hope vanishes, yet darkness prevails."
Rhavaniel fixed her hard eyes on Esgaldel. "You are wrong," she hissed.
Esgaldel chuckled. "Even now Greenwood is falling to darkness. Isn't that proof enough?"
