Killing Beauty
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
4,541
Reviews:
62
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter III
Rumil's face showed his horror as she cut the fastenings on Haldir's tunic and beast plate. The arrow had entered his back on the left side and his thigh on the right. She didn't know which one to do first, and hoped the elves would offer to take her place, but they only stared at her with frightened faces. If the marchwarden of Lothlorien was going to die, better they not be a part of it.
Exposing bare flesh, she felt for the arrow head deep in the muscle. She could feel it and was pretty confident she could get it through him without destroying anything major. Tossing one of the elves his tunic and taking a small knife out of her beltwallet, she said, "Cut me strips to bind both wounds." She then turned to his thigh and descided it would be easier to just cut off the trouser leg. She thought this one was more dangerous than the first because there were blood vessels close to the bone. Knick just one and he would bleed too death.
Maybe it was the fresh air on his hot skin, but he moved and grabbed his brother's hand with one bloody gloved fist. Ashva did not care for that. Even wounded, he could easily kill her in the throes of pain.
"Rumil, you must hold him down," she said. "If he struggles, and he will, he will hurt himself worse." She motioned for the free elf to hold his leg down. You," she told the elf who was still tearing strips of tunic." Hold his ankle. Do not let him move it."
Once they were in postion, holding the marchwarden as securely as they could, Ashva rose over him and pushed down with all her strength. She could feel the arrow head slice through muscle of his thigh, while Haldir shook violently and clung to his brother. No sound escaped his lips. The moment she felt the arrow slide free, she turned his leg, and removed the poisoned head. Trying not to yank, she pulled the arrow out and tossed it aside.
Exposing bare flesh, she felt for the arrow head deep in the muscle. She could feel it and was pretty confident she could get it through him without destroying anything major. Tossing one of the elves his tunic and taking a small knife out of her beltwallet, she said, "Cut me strips to bind both wounds." She then turned to his thigh and descided it would be easier to just cut off the trouser leg. She thought this one was more dangerous than the first because there were blood vessels close to the bone. Knick just one and he would bleed too death.
Maybe it was the fresh air on his hot skin, but he moved and grabbed his brother's hand with one bloody gloved fist. Ashva did not care for that. Even wounded, he could easily kill her in the throes of pain.
"Rumil, you must hold him down," she said. "If he struggles, and he will, he will hurt himself worse." She motioned for the free elf to hold his leg down. You," she told the elf who was still tearing strips of tunic." Hold his ankle. Do not let him move it."
Once they were in postion, holding the marchwarden as securely as they could, Ashva rose over him and pushed down with all her strength. She could feel the arrow head slice through muscle of his thigh, while Haldir shook violently and clung to his brother. No sound escaped his lips. The moment she felt the arrow slide free, she turned his leg, and removed the poisoned head. Trying not to yank, she pulled the arrow out and tossed it aside.