Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Revenge of a Night Elf ❯ Oaths and Loyal Friends ( Chapter 2 )

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By: Luc-nag
Larnixva warns his people and swears to fight, then leaves to confront the enemy. Little does he know, an old friend is following and will join him, whether he wants her to or not.

Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Adventure / Hentai / Horror / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.26.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 767 | Visits: 171 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter Three:
 
"Welcome brother... any news?!" the king asked. "The army of the Forgotten is on the move" he said, gently removing his black oak bow and quiver from his back. The swords and throwing stars however, remained at his hips. Slowly and purposefully he pulled up the sleeve of his woven silken steel armor. Revealing three deep scars that ran along his forearm, which were surrounded by blood-red and dark-blue tattoos that ran like flames up his arm. "You know my oath!" He declared in a voice loud and clear, "For three centuries I have protected the kingdom and her people!" He said drawing his Katana; this was part of the ritual. "Now a fourth dawns and so yet again I, Larnixva, shall give my blood once again." Placing the blade on his arm and drawing it across the forearm, the blade bite into his skin. The blood flowed and dropped onto the cold marble floor, and when he sheathed his sword that ended the ritual. "I go....I hunt!" Larnixva said to the king, and his royal guard who stood not far away. He picked up his bow and quivers, slung them across his back, pulled up his hood and exited the caves.
 
Chapter Four:
 
Stepping over the guard whose jaw he had just broken, Larnixva stepped into the pale moonlight yet again. Running at a trot he made for the cover and safety of the deep forest. Suddenly his eyes caught the movement of a small shape. Moving back into the shadows and notching an arrow, he then heard a familiar whistle. "Damn it! ...She can never stay behind" he thought. Whistling back, Larnixna stepped out from the shadows, and the small shape materialized into a small Sprite riding atop a small black Ocelot.
"Please Lar, just this once. PLEASE!!" the tiny Sprite said, batting her eyes at him. "No Ti... You know why you can't." he replied. At that the tiny women began to cry heartbroken, he knelt and kissed her tiny cheek. “Oh my little friend," he said fondly, “must I tell you again why I go alone?" At this Ti seems to brighten, “A story!" she said, her eyes beaming. Larnixva sighed, "No my friend... a reminder.... you know that my wife and son were killed because of my carelessness just over four hundred years ago tonight... and for that reason I go alone." With a small kiss good-bye he left she there. "Oh Ti, I hate telling you no." He thought as he ran through the forests. Like the lone wolf that he'd become.
 
Hours past and nothing, but with the dawn breaking, the forest was never this quiet. Turning just in time to see a black arrow whistle by his head, and an undead elf bearing down on him; there was no time draw his swords, and the power of the elf slamming into him was like having a mountain fall on his head. When all hope seems lost just before losing conscious, he saw an outline of a figure jump up onto the elf's shoulder and slice through its jugular with a tiny digger. Black blood gushing out of the open artery, the elf fell dead. The figure finally came into focus just as he blacked out. It was Ti!