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Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Legolas have been so busy taking care of the Orc that was he currently advancing, he didn't notice the other Orc that was about to go for his back. He had managed to catch sight of the girl before him, and her words didn't go unheard. With a thrown sword coming directly towards him, he instinctively ducked, letting the blade miss its mark, and hit the Orc that was behind him. Watching the creature fall dead, his mouth gaped slightly in surprise, before turning back to see Yavanna again.

There was a thought about her; her bright light, knowledge of spells, combined with her conscience views, the girl was something special. These were traits that he may not never see again; the last time being with his mother. Could she be that special? His gaze was caught with hers, just as he realized that not only did she defend him from Thorin, but also saved his life. She must be that special.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

I understand. I was just trying to clear up the confusion before I said something. Thanks! :)

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Thorin killed the Orc that was approaching Legolas from behind; I mentioned it in my last post. Instead of saving his life, Yavanna could only too stare him down, as well. Her heart could probably be racing at the moment before reluctantly following the dwarves down the river. Tauriel was the one who prevented the second Orc from killing Legolas, by restraining it.

I'm just a little confused, but we can say that Yavanna saved his life by killing one, before Tauriel stopped the other.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

Legolas moved quickly down the side of the river as the Orcs continued to follow their intended targets. Jumping and dodging attacks, he landed with a light foot atop the dwarves to get across the river on both sides. Shooting arrows here and there, he moved swiftly, along with Saeril who attacked from the air, and remarkably stayed close with the dwarves in their barrels down the river. The blonde elf took notice upon the giant wave Yavanna had managed to conjure. Even could not learn such spells while living in the forest of Mirkwood. The Silvan were not known for magical arts, but just brutish combat. That was how he grew, regardless of being Sindarin.

Knowing that his little brother was hurt, Fili had to do most of the fending for him. Not that he minded, but he had to keep Kili protected like he had always did when they were kids.

Stunts and feats were performed to defend themselves against these creatures, and the fight went down the open waters where the dwarves could peacefully drift away, with Saeril following. Legolas almost got himself hit by an Orc when one of the dwarves striked it first before it could make its move. Just as its corpse fell, the elf Prince glanced at the barrels drifting down the Rapids, having to take his cold glare to the young she-elf whose abilities were almost beyond his own. However, he was so caught up in his thoughts, he, again, didn't see a second attacker come up from behind.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

As soon as she was allowed to be excused, she made her quick, elegant bow before him, and made her exit from the throneroom, leaving through the gateway, and taking flight. All that looked at her back, was Legolas' cold piercing eyes. "Close the gate", he told a Silvan elf before the horn was blown. The company was floating across the water in their barrels until they reach the waterfall, sending them downstream with Saeril flying above them. At this height, she could see the Elven guards ahead at the gate, at the same time where she heard the Elven horn, which acted like a signal to shut the dwarves' only way out.

"Get under the bridge!", Saeril shouted to her friends from above, just before the Orcs managed to get to them. Above the bridge, the she-elf swung a mighty finger cuff at the fired arrows at her being, breaking them just before she could allow them to hit her. This angered her, and she suddenly collided into an orc on top of the bridge, stabbing it with her dagger, her strength knocking him away. She clawed at another in the face that was approaching her, and tumbled him into the water, just near the dwarves under the bridge.

Flying at another, she gave a kick before ducking from a thrown hatchet. Right after the she-elf did this said-action, she just noticed a Morgul shaft being aimed at Kili, who appears to be trying to reach for the lever. Knowing that his life was at stake, she used her whole body, and gave a mighty push to Bolg, unfortunately, not stopping the arrow from being released. "Kili!", the eldest brother shouted in shock. Saeril froze in place once she was at full height, and she never felt such fire boil up in her heart, and she has never figured that it would come to light. "Delva!", the blonde once again shouted, which became a snapping gesture of Bolg aiming another arrow at the youngest. The fire inside was at its reaching point, and taking her curved blade in hand, she gave a shout that was mixed with anger and frustration, and threw the weapon at the second arrow, snapping it in half.

Before registering what made his weapon break, Saeril was suddenly on him; eyes glowing, wings flapping wildly, scratching, and screeching, even biting him in the shoulder with her sharp molars. Such rage was evident, and his black life-essence painted her red lips, staining her once-beautiful Elven facials. Panting, she let go of him, moving herself away from the wounded Orc. It wasn't over, and an arrow whizzed over her head, and shot a nearby Orc. Legolas and Tauriel finally arrived on the scene, shooting and fending off the obscene creatures.

Saeril sheathed her daggers, and flew herself towards her fallen godson. She didn't bother to wipe off the Orc's blood from her face. All she could think about was getting Kili and the others to safety. Landing near him, the she-elf helped him maneuver to the edge of the bridge so he could get back in his barrel. "Bite this", she gave him a parchment of her cloak to bite on, so she could remove the arrow for him. "Kili!", the blonde brother called him once again, obviously scared and concerned for his little brother.

The she-elf waited for Kili to be ready, and quickly but swiftly removed the shaft from his leg, already feeling bad for herself to not be able to stop the arrow in time. Carefully moving him, she helped him jump down into his barrel. His wound couldn't be repaired now, not until they had the proper tools. All she could do was watch the barrels travel into the rapids, before following, just after realizing that they were being advanced upon by the Orcs.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

"My lord, the dwarves. They're gone", a Silvan told his king after he ran up the stairs. Saeril was relieved that they have managed to escape, but had to get the king's consent in order to leave herself. "I must go, your majesty. I must catch up, if I am to reclaim your prize", she explained to the ElvenKing, so she could get his permission to leave.

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

That's basically the point :)

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

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Lochila Laufeysdottir

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Looking back at the framed selfie picture of her and a blonde, sixteen year-old girl, the goddess made that fond smirk again, until her cellphone gave a ring. Quickly, the black-haired woman turned it on, and saw a text from Torunn, telling her that she was safe and sound in her own apartment. It was one of those motherly habits that Lochila decided to recommend as the girl had gotten older. Plus, it was for her own benefit that Lochila would know of her whereabouts at all times. Giving a relieved sigh, she texted back.

To Torunn:
"Good. Hey, since it's Friday, why don't you come up? Perhaps order dinner together?"

Sending the text right back to her, the goddess only prayed that what she was doing was inconspicuous; not on purpose. Setting the phone down, Lochila decided that a good stretch was in order from a long day at work. Having to stand up, she inhaled deeply, while letting her arms go above her head. In truth, she found the technique humans call "yoga", fascinating. Unlike her brother, the goddess was fond of Earth's culture, and having to relax was better than having a racing mind when you're attempted to use magic. She didn't tell Thorinof her abilities, nor did she plan to.

Straightening her black, designed dress that's been hugging her frame, Lochila strolled in her black heels to the huge penthouse window nearby, gazing outside at the view of the Big Apple, and waited for the nineteen year-old.

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

I was hoping for Torunn to go and say hello to Lochila :)

Middle-Earth: Bright Stars & Durin's Folk { Wolf & Angel }

This is not an act of betrayal, but a way for Saeril to stop a war between the Elves and Dwarves.

In the next post, Bilbo can rescue them from the dungeons. Saeril will shortly follow.