Killing Beauty
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
4,562
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 23
Author's note: went back and did a little editing...nothing drastic. Spelled warg correctly, but I found I am completely innocent. PJ in the appendices of LOTR-TTT called them wags also...go figure.
Oh, and please note, that since I don't speak Elvish, I must translate for some of my characters usng 21st century words instead.
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The black stallion with the white face lunged upwards in panic, blood streaming out of his nostrils. It screamed and then collapsed on the ground as arrows repeatedly pierced its ebony hide. With hind legs flailing in the air, it died. Ashva screamed a name.
Haldir sat up suddenly, the nightmare more real tonight then before. For a week now his sleep had been troubled by dreams, but none had been so terrifying as this one. Mylla raised from her pillow and gently laid her hand over his.
"The same dream?" she asked softly and tried not to sound irritated with him.
"There was more," he answered and rubbed his forehead as if by the act he might understand it. "I heard her screaming this time. I do not know if it was for the stallion or for me."
Mylla, almost as perfect as the golden lady, sat up and lightly removed a strand of pale hair from his face. "Perhaps you are only worrying about her because you have not heard anything in months."
He heaved a sigh and climbed out of her bed. "Something's not right," he said and started to dress although it was still dark outside. "I would not keep having these dreams if everything was all right."
Mylla said nothing as she watched him dress. She wanted to remember just how beautiful his body was before she stopped admitting it to her bed. Haldir became tempermental less than a week after that wild woman rode out of Lothlorien at breakneck speed with those nasty wolves. And his temper, always close to the surface, was even closer these days. People were walking on egg shells around him. Why even Rumil, who was supposed to be the sane one, was acting peculiar. Thankfully Orophin seemed to be the same, but then he was always peculiar.
"If you are so concerned, why don't you go find her," she suggested evenly. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed a break from the moody elf. She might have to take a less passionate lover, but at least she would get some sleep. She sighed as the leggings rose up over his hips. Good-bye sweet ass, she thought and regretted that he had not dressed facing her. "Haldir?" He turned.
"Yes?"
Ah, just a brief parting glimpse. "Nothing. Make sure the door is secure on your way out. I don't want the wind blowing it open." She turned over and went back to sleep.
Haldir frowned and finished dressing in silence. He knew something was either wrong with Ashva or was going to be wrong with her. Surely Mother was not going to let her roam free after what they had done to Inda, As'pa and a couple of other wary Os. Why hadn't he thought of that before? Why hadn't she thought of that? Heading for the door, he made sure he closed it securely behind him.
Running down the great stairs simply because he didn't know what else to do, he reached the ground and stopped. Rumil and Orophin were sitting together on a bench as if waiting for him.
"Can't sleep either?" Orophin asked curiously. "Rumil is dreaming about dead wolves."
"I see them falling under arrow fire," Rumil explained wearily. "Every night it gets clearer."
"And you?" Orophin asked, looking up at Haldir.
"I see her stallion dieing the same way," he answered and sat on the bench beside Rumil. "Something is about to happen and I don't like it."
"What do you suggest we do?" Orophin asked.
"We?" Rumil shot back. "Since when did this become a we?"
"I put her tent up for her," he said. "You can not blame me that I do not have bad dreams about tents."
Rumil considered hitting him but realised that Orophin was only trying to ease some of the tension between them. Haldir could not help but smile. That was utterly stupid and Orophin knew it was.
"We can't do anything until I consult Our Lady," he replied.
Oh, and please note, that since I don't speak Elvish, I must translate for some of my characters usng 21st century words instead.
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The black stallion with the white face lunged upwards in panic, blood streaming out of his nostrils. It screamed and then collapsed on the ground as arrows repeatedly pierced its ebony hide. With hind legs flailing in the air, it died. Ashva screamed a name.
Haldir sat up suddenly, the nightmare more real tonight then before. For a week now his sleep had been troubled by dreams, but none had been so terrifying as this one. Mylla raised from her pillow and gently laid her hand over his.
"The same dream?" she asked softly and tried not to sound irritated with him.
"There was more," he answered and rubbed his forehead as if by the act he might understand it. "I heard her screaming this time. I do not know if it was for the stallion or for me."
Mylla, almost as perfect as the golden lady, sat up and lightly removed a strand of pale hair from his face. "Perhaps you are only worrying about her because you have not heard anything in months."
He heaved a sigh and climbed out of her bed. "Something's not right," he said and started to dress although it was still dark outside. "I would not keep having these dreams if everything was all right."
Mylla said nothing as she watched him dress. She wanted to remember just how beautiful his body was before she stopped admitting it to her bed. Haldir became tempermental less than a week after that wild woman rode out of Lothlorien at breakneck speed with those nasty wolves. And his temper, always close to the surface, was even closer these days. People were walking on egg shells around him. Why even Rumil, who was supposed to be the sane one, was acting peculiar. Thankfully Orophin seemed to be the same, but then he was always peculiar.
"If you are so concerned, why don't you go find her," she suggested evenly. As much as she hated to admit it, she needed a break from the moody elf. She might have to take a less passionate lover, but at least she would get some sleep. She sighed as the leggings rose up over his hips. Good-bye sweet ass, she thought and regretted that he had not dressed facing her. "Haldir?" He turned.
"Yes?"
Ah, just a brief parting glimpse. "Nothing. Make sure the door is secure on your way out. I don't want the wind blowing it open." She turned over and went back to sleep.
Haldir frowned and finished dressing in silence. He knew something was either wrong with Ashva or was going to be wrong with her. Surely Mother was not going to let her roam free after what they had done to Inda, As'pa and a couple of other wary Os. Why hadn't he thought of that before? Why hadn't she thought of that? Heading for the door, he made sure he closed it securely behind him.
Running down the great stairs simply because he didn't know what else to do, he reached the ground and stopped. Rumil and Orophin were sitting together on a bench as if waiting for him.
"Can't sleep either?" Orophin asked curiously. "Rumil is dreaming about dead wolves."
"I see them falling under arrow fire," Rumil explained wearily. "Every night it gets clearer."
"And you?" Orophin asked, looking up at Haldir.
"I see her stallion dieing the same way," he answered and sat on the bench beside Rumil. "Something is about to happen and I don't like it."
"What do you suggest we do?" Orophin asked.
"We?" Rumil shot back. "Since when did this become a we?"
"I put her tent up for her," he said. "You can not blame me that I do not have bad dreams about tents."
Rumil considered hitting him but realised that Orophin was only trying to ease some of the tension between them. Haldir could not help but smile. That was utterly stupid and Orophin knew it was.
"We can't do anything until I consult Our Lady," he replied.