-Actions of Greenleaf-
“I’VE GOT A LOVE-ELY BUNCH OF COC-O-NUTS! DEE-DILLY DEE! THERE THEY ARE A STANDING IN A ROW!” Vera was singing at the top of her lungs, trouncing through the forest, not a care in the world. Her burgundy hair flowing behind her elegantly, eyes shining in hazel brilliance; she was tall with pale and had curves in all the right places, making her appealing to many of the male population. In short, she was the epitome of, in appearance, of a Mary-sue. Her life seemed so good right now. School was fine, her siblings were shipped off to camp for two weeks, and she was planning to go to a party tonight to meet her blind date. She had not a care in the world, which is probably why she did not see the suspiciously large root sticking out of the ground. Of course, as the klutz she is, she tripped over it.
“Ow, fuck.” Pleasant little ray of sunshine she is. Raising only her arms, she plants them firmly on the ground and roughly shoves herself onto her knees. When she stood she dusts herself off. As she brushes her arms she feels a sharp stinging sensation. There was a rather large cut on her arm.
“Great, just freakin’ great,” she muttered as she grabbed a random leaf and began to wipe her cut. That was a mistake. The leaf burned as she rubbed it against the slit skin.
“Fuck!” She dropped to her knees and held her wound tightly. She froze in that state, trying to block out the pain. Her body visibly tensed as a twig behind her snapped.
‘Oh God, oh God, oh God.’ Her mind was a broken record.
Gently tapping her shoulder, the stranger asked, “Mi’lady?” Of course, we all assume this stranger is an elf; this is a Lord of the Rings fic, after all. And we all know how damn quiet those elves are when it come to sneaking up on people. But guess which elf is always finding lost girls?
Vera screamed and jumped, her body unconsciously flipping her over to allow her to defend herself against whoever might’ve tried to attack her.
***Legolas’s POV***
I winced at her scream.
She lay on the ground, panting from adrenaline and fear, still holding her arm, pupils contracted in fear. Yet, even in her dishevelled state, she was as beautiful as one of the Valar.
“I do not mean to hurt you, Mi’lady. I only wish to help you,” I said soothingly; it did not look like she had registered what I’d said.
“Mi’lady?” Unfazed by her lack of reaction I reached down and waved my hand in front of her face. She blinked once, then twice before her eyes snapped up to mine, narrowed in anger. Her eyes still held fear.
“Who are you?” she all but hissed. I was taken aback, yet let none of it reach my face. Maidens would leap at the chance to be close to me. She was different from normal maidens, though; she had an inner fire that only enhanced her outer beauty.
“I am Legolas Greenleaf.” She scrambles away from me like I was a disease when she hears my name. When her back met a tree she kept pushing her feet into the ground until she was upright.
“You...” she began, her voice breaking. “You...stay the fuck away from me.”
“As I’ve said, I mean you no harm. I would help you to heal your injuries...” I trailed off, lazily reaching out to caress the hand protecting her wound. Yes, I wanted her. It was obvious she was a mortal, but no one would find them here, in the deep of the woods. I doubted that anyone would be out this far now. I would have my way with her and deposit her outside of the woods. There was no risk of a child, as elven seed falls only where both parties wish it.
As I reached out my hand she pulled away.
“I said stay away, unless you would prefer not to have children?” I almost laughed at her futile attempts to scare me. She would take on a fully trained and armed elf, unarmed herself? I smirked, letting desire fill my eyes to become blatantly obvious to her. She gasped in recognition, released her arm and ran off to her right.
‘So the chase begins,’ I thought. I could feel my need growing and proceeded to give chase. I lagged behind, letting her dangle on the hopes of freedom.
“Please, somebody! Help me!” She calls out in hopes of someone hearing her. As if in slow motion, I watch her stumble on a root. I dash forward to snake my arms around her body, preventing her from falling and pinning her arms to her side at the same time.
“No one will hear you. You are at my mercy now, limraer,” I whisper huskily in her ear. I press my face into her hair and take in the deep scent of rain. I can feel her squirming, trying to loosen my grip enough to allow her to fight back. “Your fighting only increases my desire for you.” She stops squirming but does not relax her body.
I exhale slowly, saying, “Ah, such beauty. Pity that it is wasted on a mortal.” I release my grip somewhat and let my hands roam seductively. Her harsh breathing becomes less from physical exertion to physical desire.
Believing she would not fight back further, I let go. That was my mistake. She elbows me hard, for a human female, in the stomach. My breath is let out in a harsh gasp. She runs away from me and father towards the outskirts of the forest. Suddenly I heard a grunt from ahead and look up in time to see her fly back with and arrow lodged in her chest. She hid the ground with a hard thud, dead.
An Orc scout high-tailed it out of the bushes, believing it would escape. I whipped out my own bow and fire an arrow shooting it in the back. The Orc squealed and fell to the ground, still alive. I’d left it alive.
I walked over to the Orc. It was scrambling to get up. I lifted my foot up and pressed its face into the earth. I leaned down to look the creature in the eye.
“You ruined my fun, Yrch.” Before it could even blink I pulled the arrow out from its chest and rammed it into the side of his neck. After I could no longer hear a heart beat, I confirmed that he was now dead. I pulled my arrow out again and wiped it with a leaf. I would have to wash it before I returned. I looked over to the mortal as she lay dead. Blood had blossomed out of her chest and was creating a puddle around her, as if lamenting the loss of its host.
“Such a pity,” I said non-chalantly. Then I left her, not even bothering to give her a proper burial. Just leaving her fresh body for the remaining Orcs to find and ravage the once beautiful flesh. Just as father says, ‘Humans are pitiful creatures that do not deserve our respect.’
I gave her none.
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