The Prince of Mirkwood (a Legolas fan fiction)

Ch.13: The River

Glynnii's pov

I quickly walk out into the forest. I should be on duty at the north border, but I decided to stall my way there, to give me more time to think. To think about what? I know what's going on. I'm a guard. I protect Mirkwood. My friend and prince, Legolas, got shot saving me. I feel my chest tighten when the image of Legolas having an arrow lodged into him, replays in my mind. Why did I feel this way every time I thought of that moment? So many questions...so little answers.

I hike farther into the woods, looking around at the massive trees and listening to their creaking branches. The sound comforts me slightly. After a while, I reach the north border, where a few other elves are assigning positions and roles. Laeroth is there and he smiles when he sees me.

"Hello Glynn." He greets softly. He studies me closely. "Are you alright?"

"Yes!" I exclaim. "I am fine." He raises an eyebrow at me and then sighs.

"You're stationed at the river today." He orders. I nod and start walking to the river. It's a beautiful walk, the lush grass and the tall magnificent trees, and the river itself is huge. I find myself and tree and climb it quickly and quietly. I swing myself over a branch and pull the cowl of my green cloak up, making my blend in with the giant plant. The trickle of the river soothes my nerves. But I needed nerves. That's what made you a good guard. Nerves kept you alive.

I stare out into the woods, my eyes darting from side to side, but never moving my head. I listen closely for any suspicious noises. My hand is rested cautiously onto one of my knives, a habit of mine. After a very long time of sitting and waiting for something to happen, I hear the command whistle, which tells us that it's time to patrol. I swing my leg over the branch and slide down the tree trunk and then landing on the ground with a soft thud.

I walk over to the riverside and start hiking along it, moving stealthily and watching the other side of the river as well. I keep walking until I reach the far north border. I have to stop here, but I look over to the far bank of the river and see slight movement, My eyes narrow. But before I could go and investigate farther, the second whistle goes, signaling the end of my shift.

Frowning, I turn back around and start hiking back into the woods, but I hear hoof beats, and I turn and see a cloaked rider running towards me. I unsheathe my knife and hurl it at the chest of the figure. They cry out in pain and fall off their horse. The steed races into Mirkwood, but the rider stands up, a knife still protruding out of their chest and starts running back across the river. I race after them, but I stop at the riverbank, not wanting to leave Mirkwood, and the figure was already out of view. What was that? Who were they? I turn around and start running back to the palace. We needed some answers.