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Hearts of fire, souls of ice	By : Nuredhel Category: -Fourth Age to Modern times and beyond > Het - Male/Female Views: 2339 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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So, it is getting tense! What will happen? Will they survive? Will the king manage to save her? Read and find out J
Chapter Ten: A choice of death
The two ellyn who were hiding in the trees had gotten the nastiest shock of their long lives when they saw that Astar and Nireariel didn’t come alone. They saw two guards with them and also the kings own son and the tallest one gasped and grasped the branch he held onto with a sense of panic. “We can’t proceed, we have to call it off!”
The other shook his head. “No, we can’t. She will send a letter to the king and everything will be revealed. We will lose our heads!”
The tall one stuttered. “But.., It’s the prince!”
The short ellon frowned. “Doesn’t matter, they will finish him too, don’t worry. It will look like an accident.”
The tall one gasped. “An accident? Who do you think will be fooled by that?”
He turned around and saw that the group reached the island on which the cliff lay. Then there was some commotion and they turned around. The short ellon swore and before the other one could even blink twice he had fired an arrow. One of the guards dropped and the group retreated back between the rocks along the ragged shore. “Oh, and that will look like an accident, indeed it will. He accidentally shot himself in the chest?”
The short ellon just sneered. “He fell in the water, they won’t find him, corpses dissolve fast in such murky waters.”
“Linar, you are mad!”
Linar just scowled. “We have to finish what we have started Idrion, she is trusting us. Now they know they cannot leave without getting shot and those critters will finish the job. Relax, this will be alright. She will reward us well when her plans are fulfilled.”
Idrion was pale.”If they ever do, I doubt that the king will fancy her, I think she can continue planning on catching him until the Ardhon Meth, he won’t even look her way.”
Linar grinned, a rather vicious grin. ”Oh, but I am sure that he will, she has ways to ensnare even the most reluctant of ellyn.”
Idrion frowned. “How? Why should we trust her? She may reveal our secrets in spite of it all.”
Linar shook his head. “We are too useful, she won’t turn her back on us. She has spells which will allow her to seduce him, and whence his seed has taken root he will have no choice but to marry her.”
Idrion shivered. “That is devious, I pray she never will turn on us. That elleth is almost sly enough to be one of the dark one’s servants.”
Linar just grinned. “As long as we do as she wish we are safe.”
They both turned their heads when they heard Nireariel scream. Linar had a cold smile and his eyes were even colder. “And thus it starts!”
Nireariel just stared, unable to fully understand what it was that she was seeing. Astar gasped and Legolas moaned. The guard made a squeaking noise, he appeared to be about to wet himself. Down the surface of the chalk cliff came a swarm of something almost unbelievable, Astar immediately knew that these were no natural creatures. Dark magic had reshaped them and they all were at least ten feet long with strong jaws and stingers too.
Legolas had an arrow knocked but he could not get up without getting shot by whoever it was who were watching them from the other side of the lake. “Damnation, I cannot get a clear shot from here, we have to move!”
Luin moaned. “What are they?”
Astar looked around, they could perhaps sneak out between some of the rocks, but he doubted that the bushes behind the rocky beach was any better alternative. “Centipedes of some kind, the type you can find underneath rocks you know.”
Luin looked confused. “I know the type yes, red and fast and disgusting but these are so huge?”
Astar nodded. “Yes, magic!”
He did not say anything more because Legolas was obviously trying to do something rather weird. He grabbed a dry twig and took of his cloak, attached it to the twig and for a second he let it appear above the rocks. An arrow instantly flew by and hit the rock behind it. Astar looked at the prince with narrow eyes. “What are you doing?”
Legolas had a terrible expression within his eyes. “I am trying to determine where our enemies are.”
He crept between the rocks and let a piece of the cloak show once more, an arrow hit it again and he crouched down and stared at Luin. “You do it the next time, there cannot be many over there or we would have seen or heard them. I’ll be ready!”
Luin licked his lips nervously and then he watched as Legolas knocked the arrow once more and prepared himself. His blue eyes were fixed at the tree line on the other side of the bog. The guard lifted the piece of fabric and an arrow came buzzing right away and Legolas was already on his feet, he did not seem to even take his time to aim but Nireariel knew that he already had in his mind, all he had to do was to release the arrow and he did and ducked again within the blink of an eye. They heard a scream in pain and the crashing sounds of someone falling out of a tree and Legolas grinned, a wide and vicious grin. “One down, more to go!”
Luin panted. “Yes, but now they won’t fall for that trick again!”
Legolas nodded. “Yes, but I think there are no more than a couple of people over there, with one down the reactions will be slower. We are going to have to fight for our lives very soon, those overgrown things are here soon. “
He looked over the rocks. The centipedes were getting closer, they made some weird sounds and their antennae were swirling around. “Do you think I can shoot them?”
The prince looked at Astar and the warrior clenched his teeth together. “I doubt that arrows will do any damage at all, their hide is like armor.”
Legolas swore. “Swords then, what about blades?”
Astar nodded. “Yes, that may work but it will not be easy, you will have to go for their legs and pinchers, and their antennae and eyes. Remember that they probably are very poisonous.”
Legolas nodded. He spotted a small crevice between the boulders. “Follow me, we have to find a place where we can stand our ground”
They crept after him and Nireariel felt the scent from the animals and whimpered, they were darkness incarnate and all they were after was death and destruction. As soon as they were out of range from the enemy on the other side of the bog Legolas got up and took a look at the surroundings, the shrubbery was almost alive with movement and they had to run. The prince pointed at a smaller cliff ahead. “There, we can defend that place.”
They scampered through the bushes and jumped onto the cliff, it was more like a huge boulder than a real cliff but it was steep and Nireariel knew that the prince was right, they could defend it. But they were only two warriors, Astar was no longer able to fight very well and he had no weapon. She had a dagger but it was rather short and of no use against these creatures. She screamed once more when she saw the huge mass of terrible insects, they looked even worse up close. Astar looked rather pale. “Nireariel, there is a beech just a few meters from here, if we manage to get you up into it you should be safe.”
She shook her head. “I am not leaving you, no! And that is final!”
The first centipede started climbing up towards them and its long antennae were eagerly searching for something it could sink its pinchers or dangerous tail stinger into. Legolas let out a sharp cry and went into action. He threw himself forward and started cutting limbs and Luin tried to mimic him but the guard was pale as a sheet and he was shivering. Astar swung his walking staff with amazing skill, he was strong enough to crush the heads of those who came too close and soon the cliff was surrounded by a thick layer of dead or dying centipede. Nireariel stood in the middle and were protected by the three males and she was shivering with fear. And her fear was growing, the night would soon be over, the morning sun was already making the eastern sky brighter and the dead guard had carried her cloak. She had little to cover herself with now.
Idrion had watched Linar fall from the tree with an arrow stuck in his throat, it had been an impossible shot and yet Linar was dead and he was the only one left. What was worse, he was no archer. He could of course fire a bow but he could not hit anything from such a distance. He was sitting there panting and frightened, if that darn prince spotted him he would be dead like Linar and he saw no other solution than to run. He just hoped that she would forgive him. The centipedes would finish off those elves on the island, or at least that was what he hoped. He jumped down from the tree and ran into the woods, he just left his fallen comrade, there was nothing he could do for him anyway.
Astar was gasping, he was so tired now his legs were shivering and his arms felt like they were made from lead. He felt how sweat flowed down his back and he was very thirsty but there was no water there. Only Legolas was still standing strong and he was chopping away at the huge insects as if he was a gardener trimming a lawn. “Morgoths rotten molars, how many are there of these freaking mutants?”
Nireariel saw the sun rise, soon someone would report them missing but would it be too late? She felt the heat already and whimpered. Astar gasped. “Your cloak?”
She sighed. “With the dead guard.”
Astar swore and took off his own cloak, wrapped it around her. It was thick but not very and she knew that it couldn’t protect her for long. Legolas had left his cloak on the beach and the guard didn’t have any. She shivered and remembered how painful it was to get sunburns. Astar swore. “If it only could rain.”
Legolas shook his head. “No, rain now would not be a good thing, it makes the rocks slippery.”
Astar made a grim grimace. “I mean because of her, she will suffer soon.”
Legolas eyes got wide and he shook his head. “Oh no, I didn’t think, forgive me. How bad will it be?”
Astar looked very worried. “Huge blisters, fever, pain. Only twenty minutes are usually enough, since she has no pigment she has no protection, and her eyes are even more vulnerable than her skin.”
Legolas cut the head of a centipede which got too close, he was covered in their sticky blue blood. Nireariel knew that not even his strength was unending and she felt how despair was creeping in on her. Astar gasped and pointed. “Legolas!”
The prince nodded. “I see them, orc shit and nazgul droppings!”
Nireariel moaned, a different type of centipede had showed up among the others, they were black instead of red and looked more like a scorpion than the red type, they were bigger and faster and their hide appeared to be almost metallic. Some were scurrying towards them making awful shrieking sounds and Nireariel knew that they wouldn’t get out of there before it was too late. Astar was hacking away at one of the red centipedes and Luin was busy killing another one. Nireariel felt how the sun’s rays warmed her skin even through the cloak, she had to cover her face and just pray that the ellyn managed to keep the insects off the cliff. She could not fight, not at all.
Suddenly they heard the cry of a hawk and she almost jumped in shock, the bird was hovering above her and it screamed again. Astar looked at it with confusion but Nireariel recognized it. “It is the hawk I healed. “
She let go of the cloak and the bird flew down, sat on her arm. “Fly my friend, fly to the palace, show them where we are, that we need help!”
The bird screamed and was on its wings again and Nireariel saw it disappear into the misty morning. Luin screamed and she turned around, a centipede had managed to bite him in the leg and he fell and groaned in pain. Astar killed the centipede and grasped the fallen guard’s sword, he was suddenly fighting like never before and Legolas stared at him with awe. His father had mentioned that he never had fought alongside a more skilled warrior than Astar and now he could see for himself that it was indeed true. Astar forgot about his weakened body and fear, he was fighting for his daughter and friend and he would not stop until he drew his last breath.
Luin was grey and sweating and Nireariel ripped open his pants and revealed the wound. It was ragged and torn and oozing blood and a nasty green slimy liquid. Luin was rolling his eyes and his body was shivering in cramps. “It hurts, oh gods please make it stop!”
Nireariel had only her dagger but she braced herself and cut into the wound to release the poison. Then she bent down and put her mouth to the wound, sucked and spitted and felt how she almost got sick. Luin screamed again, he was cold and his leg was turning a nasty color of blue. She had only one choice. She put her hand on him, closed her eyes and then she sang. Her wordless song flowed with the breeze and chased the shadows away but this was not just a wound, it was a lethal poison and she felt how her heart was straining and her breath became ragged. His leg became more normal and he no longer struggled but he was not out of the woods, she was on the other hand exhausted and she shivered. Her skin felt like she had touched a red hot stove and she pulled the cloak over her again. She felt dizzy and weak and just prayed that help would arrive.
The big black creatures were starting to push the red ones aside and it was obvious that these were far more dangerous and aggressive. They looked horrible and the two ellyn had huge problems even injuring them. Astar was swinging his sword with admirable strength and it was a good thing that it was his left side which had been injured. Legolas was trying to fire arrows at them but the armor was too thick, the arrows just veered off into the bushes. Nireariel felt how the strong morning sun already had done some damage to her skin where it had been exposed. She had to get some ointment onto it.
She suddenly heard a groan from Legolas and immediately knew that something had happened, something which would spell disaster. Luin still lay on the ground barely conscious and Astar could not hope to protect them alone. She got on her feet, the prince was pressing his hand to a wound in his side a little above his waist, one of those black creatures had managed to hit him with its stinger. Astar swore but his voice had a tone of defeat and he turned towards Nireariel. “You must climb into that tree my dear, you must!”
She shook her head. “And leave you three to die? Never!”
Astar thrust his sword right into the mouth of an attacking beast, he groaned and his eyes were wild. Legolas tried to cut off the front legs of a beast but his strength was failing him fast. “You have to! You must live girl, or else we have all died in vain!”
Nireariel managed to catch Legolas as he fell over, his eyes were dark and his face contorted by pain and fear. He was panting. “Listen to your adar Nireariel, he is wise! You can do it, climb to safety! Do it for us and for my ada, he cannot lose us both, it will break him utterly!”
She gasped and felt how her fear and despair threatened to overwhelm her entirely. “No, I am not going to leave you!”
She tried to find the strength to sing again, to heal his wound and Astar turned and stared at her with a grey face. “No! You have already spent your strength! It will kill you!”
Nireariel just smiled at him. “Then be it”
And she sang, poured her strength out into the haunting wordless chanting and Legolas moaned in protest but he could not fight her, he was too weak. She closed her eyes and knew that she somehow could keep the others safe until help would arrive. Around her a strange dome of soft white light seemed to form and it engulfed the small cliff entirely, it drove the creatures back and then she rolled her eyes back and fell onto the cold rock. Legolas screamed a curse in protest but the poison was already removed from his body, he was weak and still in danger but he would not die just yet. Astar let out a terrified sob and threw himself down next to her, put his finger to her throat. “She is alive, but only just. Oh gods!”
Legolas groaned, the pain was still there and it was unbearable but he felt worse knowing that she’d might die because of him. And his father? He would be devastated, heartbroken and he would probably just lay down and will himself to die. Curses to the ones who caused this, he had to find the guilty ones and then they would pay and a hefty price it would be indeed.
Thranduil had woken up rather late, he was occupied with the plans for an upcoming festival when his butler knocked on the door. The ellon looked worried and Thranduil looked at him with a frown. “Yes?”
The butler bowed, his eyes told the king that he had news and that they were of the unwelcome kind. “My lord, your son followed Astar and Nireariel into the woods last night, they were gathering herbs. They have not returned yet and the sun rose hours ago.”
Thranduil was on his feet as if he suddenly had caught fire, he was staring at the butler. “What?! Run, call the guards, I want twenty men on horseback armed and ready for anything within five minutes!”
The butler just turned on his heels and ran as if he suddenly had an angry dragon chasing him and Thranduil had to sit down. He had had a strange feeling of unease the whole morning and now he knew why, his beloved ones were in danger and he wasn’t there for them. He got back up, tossed his crown and robe into a chair and ran to his dressing chamber. He put on some thick leather pants, a tunic and a leather jerkin and a chainmaille shirt underneath his light armor. He was fast, he could put it on while blindfolded if need be and then he ran to the stables to get his horse. Luckily the stable hands had been warned and his preferred horse had been saddled and was ready. A huge black stallion with a bit of a temper and enough courage to face a dragon if need be. His heart told him that something was very wrong, he tried to search for her through the bond he had with her but he could not find her. It was just a darkness where she should have been and he whimpered as he jumped in the saddle.
A guard stood outside of the stable. “They went towards the white cliff, Poicano had sent a note for Astar saying that a very rare flower bloomed there now but we looked at the note and it was fake, it wasn’t really Poicano’s handwriting although it is rather similar. Someone sent them there on purpose. Two of the palace guards followed them, both young and rather inexperienced.”
Thranduil just nodded and kicked his horse into gallop, he rode past the assembled warriors and they followed him without needing any orders. They knew what to do and the group did not spare their horses. Thranduil knew that someone had done this on purpose, someone had lured Astar and Nireariel into that area and he was already certain about the purpose of this. Someone wanted them out of the way, or more specifically they wanted Nireariel out of the way. Could really someone be that devious? Was someone that mad because of his love for her? He shivered and let the stallion have free reins, he was praying frantically as he rode.
The group was making progress but they did not really know where exactly the five elves had gone. The white cliff was surrounded by a huge area of uninhabited land and if Astar had been looking for herbs they could be anywhere. Thranduil had not seen any tracks and he was starting to despair, they could not ride all the way, the boggy marshland was no place for a horse since they would sink into the soggy terrain and get stuck. Then suddenly they heard the cry of a hawk and saw how a huge beautiful bird started circling the group, it was crying the whole time and seemed to be a bit frantic. The officer following the group frowned. “What the heck? Is something wrong with that bird? Hawks never do that?”
Thranduil gasped, he could feel the hawk’s emotions and it felt a sense of haste and gratitude, he saw through its eyes and he saw her. “It will show us the way, follow it men”
They did, the hawk flew overhead and it set its course directly towards the cliff. After a while they had to dismount and leave the horses and now they ran. It was not easy but they all made good speed through the forest and soon they came out of the woods at the banks of the newly created lake. They heard some shrieking sounds on the other side of the lake and the warriors spread to look for some way to cross. They found the path rather easily and saw the footprints in the sand. Thranduil wanted to run ahead but the officer grabbed him by his shoulder. “Wait my liege, I can see something in the water by the shore.”
He signaled to two warriors who ran ahead, very fast and in a zigzag pattern to make themselves difficult targets if any enemies were to await their arrival. The others were ready with arrows knocked and Thranduil held his breath, his heart was beating in his chest so hard it hurt and sweat was running down his back. He shivered, he had to do something, something! The two warriors bowed down and grasped something in the water, pulled it up rather fast. Then they ran back with haste and stopped, their faces a bit pale. “It was a body, one of the guards.”
The officer nodded. “How?”
The warriors both swallowed hard, they looked as if they already were in mourning. “An arrow through the chest, at least it was quick”
Thranduil swore. “Huitho! I feared something like that. Search the tree line but be careful, there may be enemies here still.”
The ellyn spread out and soon there was a cry from one of them. “Here my lords, a dead body.”
Thranduil ran and the others followed. “Here, he must have been shot while in the tree.”
The warrior pointed at the dead elf who lay in a weird twisted position among the bushes, he was probably dead before he hit the ground because he had an arrow stuck in his throat. Thranduil recognized it. “That is one of my son’s arrows. Where there others here?”
The warriors ran around, looking for clues. “Yes my liege, here. A set of footprints are leading away from this place, one elf and alone.”
Thranduil stared at the dead elf, he looked familiar and he bent down, looked more closely at the face with empty staring eyes. Yes, he had seen him before, at court. A rather short and almost cubby fellow with a sly expression on his face and a somewhat questionable reputation, there were rumors involving this elf but nobody could tell if they were the truth or just rumors. He knew that Linar was working for the master of the treasury as a book keeper and he got a strange sensation of having missed something. He got up again and nodded at the warriors. “Three warriors may follow the tracks, do not let anything hinder you, I want that accomplice caught, do not kill him but I do not mind if he is getting hurt!”
Three warriors immediately ran back into the woods following the tracks and Thranduil turned towards the officer. “We have to cross, I think we are in no danger of being shot at.”
The officer nodded. “Yes, I think you are right, but something is going on over there or else they would have returned by now. “
Thranduil made a grimace, something indeed, he could catch a unfamiliar scent in the wind and the place was just too quiet, no birds were singing. He turned to the warriors. “This narrow ridge is the only way across the lake, I want you to cross in groups of five at a time, and run for it. Seek cover as soon as you are on the beach and wait for further commands. “
The warriors just nodded and formed groups, they ran really fast and before long they all were on the other side of the lake, Thranduil had ran across with the last group and he heard strange sounds up ahead. He gathered his courage and whispered. “Ahead, draw your swords and be ready!”
He got his own sword out of its sheath and felt a little more brave with cold steel in his hands. He was a master swordsman and knew of nobody who could claim to be his equal when it came to this activity. The officer lifted his head and shouted. “Anybody here?”
They heard an answer immediately, it sounded tired and frightened and filled with grief. “Here, beware, we are surrounded by living nightmares!”
The officer looked puzzled but Thranduil clenched his teeth together and made his way through the dense bushes. He could smell it now, a stench that made his stomach turn. There was a clattering sound he never had heard before but it reminded him of the sound of a basket full of crustaceans in the kitchens, still alive and crawling all over each other. He shuddered and the first warriors saw what they were facing and he heard their cries of disbelief and horror. He almost cried out too when he saw the sight before him, huge centipedes surrounding a small cliff on which only Astar stood upright, he saw Legolas and a guard laying there and a covered body which had to be Nireariel. Was she dead?! His heart sank within his chest and he felt how his strength almost failed him. Then he remembered that she had to cover herself in the daylight and he roared a battle cry and attacked. The centipedes were unafraid, they met the elves with loud shrieks and soon it was a chaos. Ellyn were shouting and roaring and the sharp blades cut deep and true. Thranduil was fighting like never before. These were not orcs and they were acting on pure instinct. That made them unpredictable and by the Valar, the pests were fast. He growled and swung the sword and he almost danced across the battleground, lost in the blood red fury of the fight.
Astar stared at Thranduil, he knew that the king would be utterly devastated if Nireariel died and he could sense the fear in him even now. The king was fighting like a demon and Astar was impressed, it had been many years since they last had to fight any larger battles but it was apparent that the king kept his skills honed and perfected still. He was covered with sticky blue blood and his eyes were ablaze with rage and disgust. Legolas was conscious but in agony and Luin had slipped back into unconsciousness. He was moaning and tossing around and Astar knew that he needed help soon. The warriors were fighting like crazy and before long they had killed the centipedes, even the large black ones. The trick was to attack it from different directions at once, they were not very smart and could not deal with that kind of pressure. If one warrior cut off its pinchers another would go for the tail. The place reeked of gore and blood and the ground was slippery. Thranduil shook the blood of his blade and then he leaped onto the cliff. Legolas smiled but the smile was contorted by his pain and fear. “Adar, I knew you would come for us!”
Thranduil knelt down and grasped his son’s hand. “I would never fail you ion nin.”
He touched Nireariel gently and pulled the cloak away from her, just to look at her. She was pale and not responding and he could feel the heat from her body. She was burning up! He stared wide eyed at Astar. “She gave the last of her strength to your son and Luin, to save them. She is alive but I do not know for how long.”
Astar’s voice was soft but shivering and Thranduil made a weird sound and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t leave me, don’t you dare! I will die too if you let go, please, stay!”
The officer was thinking clearly and fast. He barked orders and the warriors made stretchers from their cloaks and branches. Astar was put on one of them in spite of rather indignant protests and Thranduil helped Legolas onto another. The prince was grey and sweating and he was panting with pain. Then he grasped Nireariel and held her hand as they ran back towards the forest. He did not let go, not even when they found the path back towards the horses. The warriors were tired and a couple had received minor wounds but they managed to get back to the horses in record time. Thranduil swung himself onto his black horse and he had one of the warriors lift Nireariel up into the saddle in front of him. She was so hot, so feverish and he was so very afraid. More so than he had been facing those monstrous centipedes. He kicked the horse and the animal bolted forward, it was the fastest horse they had and he knew that Valarocco would run until his heart gave out if need be. He put the others behind him and let the animal find its own path, he was praying that the gods would protect her and keep her alive, he did not want to lose her, he could not lose her!
Idrion had been running for a while before he slowed down and headed towards the place where he and his accomplice had hidden their horses. They had left the animals within a small grove of birch trees and he shivered by the idea of returning to her with bad news. But surely those centipedes would finish them off and he would be out of the woods again. He entered the grove to discover that the horses had run off. Something had obviously startled them because their halters hang there still, ripped apart. Deep tracks in the dirt told him that the horses had been dancing about until they managed to free themselves and he sighed and had to face the fact that he would have to walk all the way back. Shit! He gathered his stuff and started walking through the swamp and before long he realized that someone was chasing him. He did panic and started running but he did not manage to see that by doing that he became disoriented and not the least loud. He had ran for what seemed like hours and he was gasping and coughing violently when he suddenly felt watched. He lifted his head and stared straight at a swords very sharp tip pointed right at his forehead. A guard stood there right in front of him and the expression on the ellon’s face told Idrion that this was one pissed off elf. Idrion gasped and tried to turn around to run in the opposite direction but hands grasped him and before he had time to think he was tied up. One of the three guards kicked him in the groin with a rather vicious expression on his face. “That was for the poor ellon you’ve murdered!”
Idrion tried to tell them that it was Linar who had shot that guard but he didn’t manage to make much sound, his eyes were bulging and he fell to his knees. The three hoisted him onto his feet and dragged him along. Idrion knew what he would face when he returned to the palace. The king would kill him and he had no chance of escaping. If he came forth and told everything then maybe they would at least let him die a clean death. He knew that she was sly and cunning, he had to warn the king somehow. If Faicariel didn’t get what she wanted then nobody should, he knew her wrath too well. He managed to speak again. “Please, the king could be in danger, the one who sent me will be furious and she could try to kill the king.”
The guards stared at him. “Why should we believe you traitor?”
Idrion sweated and he was shivering. “Because I face death no matter what, I have nothing to lose by telling the truth. I did a crime and she found out about it and she is using it to press me and others into doing her bidding. Believe me. Faicariel wanted us to kill that pale girl because the king loves her. Faicariel wants to be the next queen, she has spells she will use to seduce him but if that fails she may kill him.”
The guard who was of the highest rank stopped and stared at him. “Do you swear this by your fea?”
Idrion nodded desperately. “Yes, by the Valar, someone has to warn him and tell him who it is who is behind this. It is Faicariel, daughter of Helcarion.”
The guard frowned. “I know who that is, she is a beauty but cold and scheming, a real vixen I have heard them say.”
Idrion moaned. “More like witch I would say.”
The guard nodded, he turned to the other two. “Olos, you are fast. Run towards the palace and tell the king of this, we can manage this dirty filth on our own.”
Olos just bowed and took off, the young guard ran like the wind and he did not have to follow the paths, he knew this area like the back of his own hand. Idrion sighed, he had at least done something good now, perhaps that would make up for at least a little of his mistakes.
Thranduil rode hard and the large horse had plenty of strength, it did really stretch out and he worried deeply about Legolas but he worried more about Nireariel. He could just hang on and shouted words of encouragement to the stallion that ran with its head stretched out and its ears flat back. He had never ridden this fast ever and the speed was frightening. If the horse stumbled they would all die but he did not care. He pressed her closer to his body and tried to add his strength to hers. He could not be too late, he just couldn’t!
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