Legolas's pov
My eyes fly open and I see Glynn's beautiful face in the doorway. But she does not notice me. She just glares maliciously at the wicked elf . Her eyebrows are narrowed and her hand rests on her sword that is sheathed in her belt. She looks like she is about to kill someone. But I love every second of it.
"You put him down, Galather." Glynn orders. Galather stumbles drunkenly over to her.
"My my my. It looks like one of Thranduil's precious guards. An attractive she-elf at that." He slurs as he leans in close to her. She stands unflinching, but I can feel the tension rising.
"Don't you dare touch her." I yell. Galather spins around on his heels and I see Glynn starring at me with a worried look.
Her amazing green eyes are all I see. My heart pounds at the sight. Perfection, regardless of rejection.
And then Galather materialized in front of me, a yellow toothed grin plastered on his mangled, scarred face.
"Well it looks like pretty eyes is awake!" He smiles and punches my already wounded shoulder.
"AHHHH!!!!" I screech. Pain flares through me like a wildfire.
Glynn takes this opportunity to lunge at Galather with her sword stretched out. I watch as her blade appears with blood through the other side of Galather's chest. His eyes fill with pain but he laughs anyway. He stares at me with a crazed look in his eye. A small trickle of blood comes out of his rancid, yellowed mouth.
"Well." He chuckles. "Well." And then he falls to the ground with a thud. Dead.
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The Prince of Mirkwood (a Legolas fan fiction)
FanfictionI watch in horror, as the arrow lodges itself into Legolas's chest. He grunts slightly and then falls to the ground, unmoving. I feel a tear form in my eye. "NO!" I shriek.
