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Legolas immediately jumped up and caught her as she fell to the floor, he went to bind the wound but noticed no blood nor incision through her dress or skin. She chuckled and watched as his worried face relaxed into pure and utter annoyance. "How?" She laughed again and he couldn't help but join her in intriguing antics.
"Well first of all: Mithril... second of all: I cannot be killed by any mortal blade." He frowned lightly and realised what she meant. Elves may live forever, but can die of two conditions: battle wounds most commonly and of a broken heart. But upon hearing that a truly immortal being, one that couldn't pass from either existed was something to make you sit down and think about. "Is there any way for you to die?"
She realised she was still resting on his legs as he had held her to investigate her non existent wound. She had to admit it was rather comfortable. "There is two ways: a sword born of starlight... which is ironic because only I can make that happen and well, witches have been known to die of heartbreak like elves. Though I wouldn't know if that is true but I suspect it to be... I don't know, it hasn't happened yet so maybe I've never been in love."
Legolas thought of Tauriel in that moment, it hurt him so much seeing her in love with the dwarf. But he did not feel broken like his father had been broken from losing his love. He had come to the conclusion that he could not have loved her undyingly, but loved her in appreciation.
"How long can one live without finding true love?" He asked standing from the ground and helping her up. "Too long... so long that I've lost count but I know I'm in the region of 12 to 13,000 years old." He was slightly unnerved by the number, probably having known no one close to that age that wasn't his father.
"Legolas... I need your help with something." The elf nodded and leaned closer to listen to her. "If we have no particular purpose on this 'adventure' then I have an idea for one. To regain my power to its full strength, I need collect three specific and sacred items of my coven. The first will be my sword: Antares. The second will be my crown: it's significance is beyond any gift... and third is a book."
"What lies in this book?" He asked curiously. "It's more... personal." She said and Legolas didn't ponder nor press for an answer from her as she obviously wished to keep it private. "I suppose there is an issue with regaining those artefacts." She rolled her eyes to the side, not wanting to give away the fact that they would be impending immortal danger.
And in this case, they both would be.
"One is simply obtained from Rivendell, the book. It was... my friend's book. An artefact that always belonged to the coven but no one could ever make sense of it. It was all gibberish when translated to any language. We suspected it to be spells, but having no use of it, I gifted it to Lord Elrond... I hoped he would give us answers one day. That was a long time ago so if he hasn't got any answers by now then he's officially useless." Legolas couldn't help but chuckled at her statement.
"My crown is in Brillbrandy Wood beneath the Falls of Numinex... my home." She whispered, as 'home' was a term she hadn't used in a long time, as what home had she had at such a time. "I will be able to enter but for you it may be more difficult because you're not a hixia, but... you're pure of heart so with a little adjusting you should be competent to enter."
"What happens if I'm not?" Legolas asked, wondering of the answer. "Then you'll go through extreme torture and pain through the mind before you're destroyed from the inside-out." She deadpanned and he gasped at her in fright... before she began to laugh. "You should've seen your face!" She was hysterical and in Legolas' mind considered officially: a child.
"You'll be put into a comatose-like sleep where you'll have dreams of whatever it is you love and desire most. You'll awake and it'll feel like 100 years has passed with just peaceful sleep and your body will feel more efficient than it's ever felt." He raised his eyebrow and suddenly hoped that would happen. "If you're not pure of heart, which you are, then the former process would happen... and it's not pretty."
"And the sword?" She looked at the ground, running her hands over the small rooted wild flowers that she had been marvelling at with every chance she could while perching on the log. "That's a little more difficult... since it is being guarded by a spectre."
Legolas' eyes widened at the aforementioned enemy. Never had he heard of such a thing that wasn't included in a tale or ballad and usually was of complete nonsense. "The spectre are tales told to children... as a young Ellon I feared them most from all the stories I was told at night. A wraith of extreme power and impassivity toward good or bad. If any disrupt it from its purpose it will slaughter and destroy... and there is only one way to kill such a thing..."
"With a blade forged in spirit, star or dragon fire... my sword is forged in star. If we reach the sword before it awakes from its impending sleep, it will be killable."
Legolas stood before walking over to a nearby tree and leaning against it in contemplation. He weighed out the successes and failures that could occur on the quest and decided he wanted to help her, dangers or not. "Where is the sword?" "A hidden path on the pass of Caradhras, it takes us down into a deep mine. A secret offset from the mines of Moria where the white gems that created my crown are from. It is there, hidden... deep." She seemed to drift off in a trance of remembrance.
"How did it get there?" She chuckled melancholically as if it pained her to remind herself of it.
