Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge of a Night Elf ❯ Familiar Scents and Preparations ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Luc-nag

Chapter One:

The moon cast a ghostly light into the forests of this almost forgotten land of the Night Elves. As he looked out over the forests far below, his dark blue steel-silken armor whipped and crackled. His long dark hair whipping out behind him with the high winds over the cliffs on which he stood.

Suddenly he sniffed, catching a strange and somehow familiar scent. "No not here, Not now!!" he thought as he stepped off the cliff. A few seconds of calm while the wind rushed by his ears, then he landed heavily and ran for home.

Chapter Two:

His heart pounded in his chest like a drum, sweat drip from his brow, and his legs burned. Skidding to a halt, he looked around before jumping into his tree hut. For unlike most of his kin; who live in the underground caves, he chooses to live in the deep forest of Alafaia. His first thought was "Swords and Weapons!" half running to the place where they hung. The two swords he used, one: a huge bladed Uchi-Katana whose blade itself was six and half feet long, and the second: a Ninajato was slightly shorter blade only four feet in length. Going to the drawer he pulled out Shurikens, his long bow made of black oak and unbreakable, and a quiver of one thousand arrows with obsidian heads. He tied his long midnight blue hair up into a loose top-knot letting some fall freely about his shoulders, which was enhanced by his milky white skin and blood red eyes with cat's pupils. Running hard again and stopping to sniff the air from time to time, “They're close!" he thought as he saw the entrances to the caves of his people. A lone guard stood there, "What do you want wanderer?!" the young elf demanded. "Stand aside young one, I do not wish to hurt you, I have a message for the king", he replied. "Hurt me?! Oh please old man, don't make laugh!" The young guard said drawing his sword, but he was too fast. In one movement he tripped the guard who fell on his back, and brought his foot down hard on the guards face breaking his jaw. He made his way to the thrown room and bowed low to the king.

The king rose "Welcome brother... what news?"