Aww, you're doing great with him really :) so no need to worry.
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WolfLover here, I am 27 year of female writer. Has been writing for over 5 years, so has lots of experience in the roleplaying/writing field :) I live in the Uk.
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I feel it too :) it's quite the intense moment. No words spoken but it said a lot.
They're like perfect for each other in my eyes lol...
They're like perfect for each other in my eyes lol...
Yavanna couldn't help but sigh in relief, when she saw Legolas duck. He was unharmed. As his eyes locked with hers...she felt her heart speed up inside of her chest. It was thumping rather loudly. She wasn't sure, if from the rush of everything. Or just him...Her eyes still remained soft. For a few long seconds, or minutes maybe. Yavanna couldn't tear her gaze away from the Mirkwood Prince. Her eyes reading his expression...despite his somewhat cold look still. Yavanna gave him a small..warm, genuine smile of relief, that he was alright.
But she could see the company, getting futher down the river side. It took her another moment, before her legs finally worked again. Almost reluctantly, running away from the Mirkwood Prince..and towards her friends. Yavanna glanced over her shoulder, at Legolas one last time. Who knew...when she'd see him again. If ever. The odd thought made her heart clench slightly. And it confused her ever so slightly. She wasn't used to feeling like this..
She wasn't sure why, but she cared. Maybe a little too much. Tauriel noticed the moment between Legolas and Yavanna...the girl had saved his life. She blinked in surprise, as she watched the she-elf run after her company. Leaving Legolas and Tauriel alone.
But she could see the company, getting futher down the river side. It took her another moment, before her legs finally worked again. Almost reluctantly, running away from the Mirkwood Prince..and towards her friends. Yavanna glanced over her shoulder, at Legolas one last time. Who knew...when she'd see him again. If ever. The odd thought made her heart clench slightly. And it confused her ever so slightly. She wasn't used to feeling like this..
She wasn't sure why, but she cared. Maybe a little too much. Tauriel noticed the moment between Legolas and Yavanna...the girl had saved his life. She blinked in surprise, as she watched the she-elf run after her company. Leaving Legolas and Tauriel alone.
You're welcome :)
I thought, I'd make it different then the movie. Thorin killed the first one...but Yavanna killed the second one, that you left at the end of the Post. I had Tauriel be on Yavanna's side of the river. There were two orcs mentioned, one that Thorin killed...the second one was when Legolas was staring at Yavanna.
Might make Legolas bit nicer towards her. Or at least, eventually.
Might make Legolas bit nicer towards her. Or at least, eventually.
From the corner of her eyes; Yavanna noticed the way Legolas had moved. Like dancing with the wind. His skills with the bow, surpassed hers. Even though she was great with the bow...nothing compared to the Prince of Mirkwood. She could hear the Dwarves grunt and groan, slightly. When Legolas used their heads to get across from both sides of the river.
As they fought...Yavanna moved gracefully. Dodging attacks...spinning behind and lashing her attacks. Tauriel at one point, switched back to her bow and arrow...firing arrows...that reached far even across the other side. Killing off as many Orcs. But a few managed to run off including Bolg.
When Yavanna's eyes met with Legolas' from across the river side. She noticed his cold, almost emotionless stare. Despite how he might have viewed her. Maybe even hated her; that she was friends of Thorin and his company. She could not bring herself to stare at the Prince, in such a cold way. It was not her. Her eyes were soft...but then filled with worry. She saw an Orc approaching him from behind.
Acting quickly...she threw the Orc sword. Her only defense. Since her own had been taken by the Guards of Mirkwood. "Duck!" Yavanna yelled out to the Legolas;her voice soft but filled with worry for him. The sword flew past the Prince; above his head and stuck right; into the heart of the Orc...that was about the attack. The Orc let out a shriek...before falling dead. Yavanna's eyes lingered on Legolas for a few moments. Having saved his life.
As they fought...Yavanna moved gracefully. Dodging attacks...spinning behind and lashing her attacks. Tauriel at one point, switched back to her bow and arrow...firing arrows...that reached far even across the other side. Killing off as many Orcs. But a few managed to run off including Bolg.
When Yavanna's eyes met with Legolas' from across the river side. She noticed his cold, almost emotionless stare. Despite how he might have viewed her. Maybe even hated her; that she was friends of Thorin and his company. She could not bring herself to stare at the Prince, in such a cold way. It was not her. Her eyes were soft...but then filled with worry. She saw an Orc approaching him from behind.
Acting quickly...she threw the Orc sword. Her only defense. Since her own had been taken by the Guards of Mirkwood. "Duck!" Yavanna yelled out to the Legolas;her voice soft but filled with worry for him. The sword flew past the Prince; above his head and stuck right; into the heart of the Orc...that was about the attack. The Orc let out a shriek...before falling dead. Yavanna's eyes lingered on Legolas for a few moments. Having saved his life.
Thorin and the company sighed in relief; hearing Saeril. Yavanna looked relieved, Saeril was back. Wondering how she managed to talk the King into letting her leave. All worried for the safety of Kili and his well being. "Delva.." Kili muttered, seeing her as he groaned in pain.
Yavanna was surprised, when she saw the Mirkwood Prince, came to help out as well. Or rather, he had been chasing to stop the company and her escaping. But now was helping in slaying their enemy. She heard Saeril attend to Kili, whom let out a slight yelp, through the piece of parchment as he bit down on it. He gave Saeril a thank-full look before he managed to get into his barrel.
But glancing around, they were out numbered by the Orcs. Yavanna run along side the path of the river. Following the Orcs. The blade she stole in hand. One Orc jumped out at her and she span around, with elegance and swift persicision...she sliced the orcs' head off.
As Tauriel fought through the Orcs...she used her daggers. Fending off the creatures...stabbing...slicing. But she noticed the way the young Princess fought. Not to mention the winged she-elf. They were both skilled. Yavanna felt an ache in her arm, but the pain fueled her energy. Fighting to keep her friends safe. Yavanna hoped, that Kili would be alright. She would need to asses his wound later..on dry lands.
"Get them....get them!" Injured Bolg yelled. "Slay them all...Kill the young one!" he meant Yavanna. A few orcs began to leap into the water, to try and get to the Dwarves. But Yavanna acted quickly...spinning around. She swung her sword at one Orc..coming near by. As she uttered ancient words of Elvish. A large wave suddenly swallowed the Orcs...where the were jumping. The Orcs shrieked...as the power of the water drowned at least 5 of them at once. The wave landed with a large splash...adding more force to the current...carrying the Dwarves quicker down the river.
It was an ancient spell, that Arwen had taught her little sister. One that Yavanna had not yet tried. But had faith in. And it proved right. Her star light growing strong and it seemed to hold a few orcs away from her...the brighter it got. They were blinded.
Tauriel quickly glanced between the she-elves and Legolas. The wave had left Tauriel impressed. For such a young elf. The girl knew her craft. Noticing the shimmering light as Yavanna run, chasing after the Orcs ahead. That girl was something special. That much was clear...she spun around...slashing another orc that jumped at her. Running after the young she-elf and the orcs.
Yavanna was surprised, when she saw the Mirkwood Prince, came to help out as well. Or rather, he had been chasing to stop the company and her escaping. But now was helping in slaying their enemy. She heard Saeril attend to Kili, whom let out a slight yelp, through the piece of parchment as he bit down on it. He gave Saeril a thank-full look before he managed to get into his barrel.
But glancing around, they were out numbered by the Orcs. Yavanna run along side the path of the river. Following the Orcs. The blade she stole in hand. One Orc jumped out at her and she span around, with elegance and swift persicision...she sliced the orcs' head off.
As Tauriel fought through the Orcs...she used her daggers. Fending off the creatures...stabbing...slicing. But she noticed the way the young Princess fought. Not to mention the winged she-elf. They were both skilled. Yavanna felt an ache in her arm, but the pain fueled her energy. Fighting to keep her friends safe. Yavanna hoped, that Kili would be alright. She would need to asses his wound later..on dry lands.
"Get them....get them!" Injured Bolg yelled. "Slay them all...Kill the young one!" he meant Yavanna. A few orcs began to leap into the water, to try and get to the Dwarves. But Yavanna acted quickly...spinning around. She swung her sword at one Orc..coming near by. As she uttered ancient words of Elvish. A large wave suddenly swallowed the Orcs...where the were jumping. The Orcs shrieked...as the power of the water drowned at least 5 of them at once. The wave landed with a large splash...adding more force to the current...carrying the Dwarves quicker down the river.
It was an ancient spell, that Arwen had taught her little sister. One that Yavanna had not yet tried. But had faith in. And it proved right. Her star light growing strong and it seemed to hold a few orcs away from her...the brighter it got. They were blinded.
Tauriel quickly glanced between the she-elves and Legolas. The wave had left Tauriel impressed. For such a young elf. The girl knew her craft. Noticing the shimmering light as Yavanna run, chasing after the Orcs ahead. That girl was something special. That much was clear...she spun around...slashing another orc that jumped at her. Running after the young she-elf and the orcs.
Luke Simmons
Charlotte Everwood
From the corner of her eyes. Charlotte noticed a few Districts staring at her. Some Victors she recognized...some she did not. Among the stares, where a few newbies. The young girl narrowed her eyes slightly; but did not say anything towards them. But did not like, being stared at. She noticed a few scared faces among those looking over at her and Luke. Simply turning her head away from them; she followed her Mentor towards her and Luke's Apartment. The tension was thick enough. Charlotte was glad she could get a few moments of peace.
If there was anything that Luke wanted. Then it was peace...even if for a few moments. Like Charlotte, he seemed very determined. Unphased by the staring, but not fond of it either. In all honesty, Luke couldn't wait for the games to begin. He wished it was bit sooner. So he could show Marsha...what real revenge would look like. He wasn't going to let the blonde get off that easily. Never! It wasn't in his nature too.
Them being from District 5, at least he and Charlotte earned what they worked for. Marsha was too pampered, too posh since she was from District 1. Not knowing, what it was like to work for anything. It was given to them. And it made them feel entitled, like they were better than anyone else. 'Well...I'll show her. She won't be feeling too perfect for long, after I am done with her.' The venomous thought filled his mind.
As they walked. Roger noticed how silent both his Victors were. The odd look in their eyes. As if they concentrating...or planning on how to kill of their competition already. Breaking the silence he spoke. "Go, get ready...the Ceremonies will be starting soon. And wipe those looks of your face!" He warned them both "Look more pleasant for the public. You can save any 'death glares' for later."
Charlotte rolled her eyes into the back of her head slightly. But tried to wipe the look from her face. Time to put on a show for the public. As always. Everything was always a show. "Of course, Rog. Wouldn't want to disappoint the almighty Snow and his public." Charlotte pulled off her most innocent, smile. Luke tried not to chuckle. It seemed like young Charlotte was mocking their mentor for a few moments, as she walked off into her chosen room.
Thranduil's jaw clenched, as he heard the Silvan elf. "What?! Who was on guard?!" he demanded...before he heard Saeril and he nodded. "Yes, of course. If you shall return, with the Gems. You shall have anything you desire." The King promised her. A prize of her own choosing if you will.
It took a while for Bilbo to figure out, how to get the door to move...without the lever. As he walked backwards...the door tilted and he fell into the lake with a gasp.
As the waves carried the Barrels. Bilbo caught a grip onto one of them...holding onto the side. Yavanna heard a shriek in the distance. Orcs. "Oh no." she whispered to herself. It seemed like The Orcs found them. But this time, they were led by Bolg. Azog had sent him and at least 30 orcs or so...to track down the Company.
Tauriel whom heard of rumors of the Orcs near by. Run out of the Mirkwood gates. Not long after the prisoners were set free. Not knowing why...she went after the Orcs on her own.
There were a pair of gates; that separated a part of the river. It shut...just as the prisoners were approaching it. Thorin growled, as he hit the gate with his barrel. "Noo." he saw the guards, at the little bridge looking down at them. Yavanna gasped as she saw a familiar orc arrow pierce the guards armor...Things could not get any worse could the? She thought to herself.
Orcs began to jump down at the company. Yavanna punched one of the Orcs, that leap down at her...making sure it didn't get near her. Kili noticed the lever, near the bridge...Trying to make his way out of the Barrel. He grabbed a sword from an Orc...that lost his. Slashing at the orcs...trying to clear his path towards the lever.
But then he felt a pain shoot through his leg. Kili let out a yelp. Falling down...an Orc's arrow.
"Kili!" Yavanna gasped. The Princess jumped up from her own Barrel. Kicking an Orc in the face, during the Process, as she leapt up onto the ground. She ducked as a sword came swinging her way...grabbing the arm of the Orc...she swung his sword, back at him. Cutting into his side harshly. Kicking the Orc...it went flying into the river...his sword in her hand.
Just then Yavanna noticed few arrows. They were elvish. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Tauriel.
Kili groaned in pain...managing to pull himself up...crawling to the lever. He yanked at it and the gates opened again.
It took a while for Bilbo to figure out, how to get the door to move...without the lever. As he walked backwards...the door tilted and he fell into the lake with a gasp.
As the waves carried the Barrels. Bilbo caught a grip onto one of them...holding onto the side. Yavanna heard a shriek in the distance. Orcs. "Oh no." she whispered to herself. It seemed like The Orcs found them. But this time, they were led by Bolg. Azog had sent him and at least 30 orcs or so...to track down the Company.
Tauriel whom heard of rumors of the Orcs near by. Run out of the Mirkwood gates. Not long after the prisoners were set free. Not knowing why...she went after the Orcs on her own.
There were a pair of gates; that separated a part of the river. It shut...just as the prisoners were approaching it. Thorin growled, as he hit the gate with his barrel. "Noo." he saw the guards, at the little bridge looking down at them. Yavanna gasped as she saw a familiar orc arrow pierce the guards armor...Things could not get any worse could the? She thought to herself.
Orcs began to jump down at the company. Yavanna punched one of the Orcs, that leap down at her...making sure it didn't get near her. Kili noticed the lever, near the bridge...Trying to make his way out of the Barrel. He grabbed a sword from an Orc...that lost his. Slashing at the orcs...trying to clear his path towards the lever.
But then he felt a pain shoot through his leg. Kili let out a yelp. Falling down...an Orc's arrow.
"Kili!" Yavanna gasped. The Princess jumped up from her own Barrel. Kicking an Orc in the face, during the Process, as she leapt up onto the ground. She ducked as a sword came swinging her way...grabbing the arm of the Orc...she swung his sword, back at him. Cutting into his side harshly. Kicking the Orc...it went flying into the river...his sword in her hand.
Just then Yavanna noticed few arrows. They were elvish. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw Tauriel.
Kili groaned in pain...managing to pull himself up...crawling to the lever. He yanked at it and the gates opened again.
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