-- Taken -- LOTR -- Semi-lit -- Accepting --

[Lunaestrella]

((Shouldn't we wait till their is a son/daughter of every member of the fellowship? We still need the hobbits, a dwarf (not Boromir's, because he is dead anyway), and I don't think Gandalf would ever have children, but should we wait for those other characters to be made or not? ))

[myth;]

(Good point, well we can make them have an 'average' day whilst we wait for the other members to join? bump )

[Lunaestrella]

((Ok. I'll start when Falco is waiting for Legolas to come back and then gets captured ))

[myth;]

( lol, and i will start with Minna trying to escape. Again. lol, i have a cup of strong coffe *U* )

[Lunaestrella]

((I've never had coffe, but I have been told that it makes people hyper ))

[myth;]

(( Especially me *U* )Like lol, i just down it X'D I gone crazy )

Minna felt the warm sun touch her pale cheek, she had been locked in her cell like room for two days and her master had only just let the light in. She was so close to her escape, but, like always, the guards had caught her and she was taken back to this 'prison cell'. Sighing she pulled her legs closer, they were freezing along worth her arms, face and body. "Stupid man." she mumbled almost silently, "Surely Mordor is better than this place." she added, but having never seen Mordor she sighed.
"Stop the yapping in there!" came a harsh frog like voice. It was her masters and it struck her that he had been listening the whole time.
Groaning she slid down the jagged wall more, 'Properly is though.' she thought sniffing, "Can i please come out? It has been two days, like you said." she begged trembling with cold. He would normally only keep her in there until he needed something, but she had gone all the way down to the bottom layer of Gondor, the farthest she had ever been from her 'home'.
"Fine! But if you wonder off again, i'll have the guards kill you!" he roared unlocking the door.
Springing up Minna flew up the stairs and out of the door, standing in the sun light and breathing in the fresh air. Looking out to the Mountains Surrounding Mordor, her eyes narrowed on Mount Doom. Like every second, it was spitting out lava from devolving the ring and the very land of Mordor. Sighing she looked down on the villages below, 'Time to go on an adventure.' she thought daringly. It would be dangerous, but she had to get away from this prison. One way or another.
Pulling her hood over her blonde hair and pointed ears, Minna made her way down to the market. Then her master would not get suspicious of her, after all, she did not feel like dying today. Keeping a small bag with her constantly, she planned to put food and water in there so she could go on her adventure. But it would be very tricky. Sighing she dodged the people and made her way down to the next floor, 'Only two more to go.' she thought to herself, her heart was in her mouth and every guard made her ump. But they were not after her. Reaching the market she sneakily snuck some apples and a carrot in her bag, along with two drinking holders. Then she made her way down a secret alleyway, to the bottom of Gondor. 'Almost there.' she thought, shaking her heart was beating so hard. Stopping at the end of the path she looked both ways before walking over to the the side, she was almost at a secret hole used in the Great War and it would lead her to the small forest by Gondor. And that was were the great black horse was, she had first met the mighty creature when she was small and had run away for the first time. It had come up to her and nuzzled her wet cheeks, her tears rolling onto it's soft snout. Shaking her head again she carried on, down the steps towards the exit. She was now 14 and had to get out of being a slave, it was killing her in almost every way. Plus she hated it. Hearing the sounds of guards above her she froze, "You go that way, you go that way. We must find the girl." one ordered, gulping Minna ran down the stairs and into the thick forests. Her heart pounding against her chest, she heard the sound of metal armor and ran faster. They were hot on her trail. "There!" one called, running out of energy and breathe she hid behind a thick over-grown tree. The men ran past her and she quivered uncontrollably. 'T-too close.' she thought holding her legs close to her thudding chest.

[Lunaestrella]

Falco

The smooth song of the elves filled the air as they walked slowly upon the stone path, making hardly any noise except the occasional flutter of their white robes. They chanted an elvish song, dedicated especially to their long lost prince. It echoed on the trees and fireflies filled the air with their yellow glow, illuminating the fair faces of the elves.
In the middle walked Falco, dressed slightly differently than the others. He had insisted on not wearing the light robes, as he did not want his scars to be seen. Instead, he was clad in a green tunic, with a brown cape attached and long black boots that covered the dark trousers up to the knee. His blond hair had been combed back in the fashion of the elves, plaited at the front and loose at the back. His blue eyes shone softly under the hood, the rest of his face hidden in shadow. It was a solemn ceremony, as the king was arriving once more, but this time to find his son awaiting him, lost and thought dead for so many years.
Falco felt uneasy. Not long ago he had discovered that he was a prince, the prince. Shudders ran through his body as he closed his eyes, recalling the sharp pain of the burning metal whips that the orcs had brought down on him, and their monotone voices chanting: "Look at the elf prince, look at the elf prince..." over and over again, while he had been screaming with pain. Falco gulped and continued walking, running a hand down the scar that showed from his forehead to his neck. He was about to meet his father for the fist time, and he didn't know what to do. Would the king be glad? Or disappointed that his son didn't look the slightest bit royal as he remembered?
After a while they came to a small clearing where a fountain stood, the crystal clear water trickling down the sides, glowing in the moonlight. Falco shut his eyes and breathed deeply, trying to calm down. But instead, his defensive wall came up, hiding all emotions except emptiness. He looked upwards, his face neutral, as he listened to the rustling of leaves from the trees above. The other elves stepped backwards, forming a row behind him and leaving the prince in the centre, standing like a small tree in front of the fountain. The pleasant sound of their song stopped, and they bowed their heads patiently, the glade falling into a deep sadness.
Falco stood still, enjoying the silence. His blue eyes glimmered softly in the moonlight, not moving a muscle as he awaited the return of his father. Time seemed to go on forever, without a sound, not even the song of a bird. Everyone, everything, knew the importance of this moment, and had kept a solemn silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the quietness was broken by the distant sounds of thudding hooves. The king was arriving, they all knew it. The elves took a step back as the sound came even closer, leaving Falco alone in the clearing, not knowing what to say to his father. Should he bow? Yes, that was the best idea. He slowly knelt on the ground as the earth vibrated, showing how close Legolas was. Not daring to look up, Falco stared at the ground, noticing how the hoofbeats stopped suddenly. He was here.
The prince gulped, hiding his face even more behind the hood. He stayed completely still, kneeling on the ground. There was an awkward moment of silence, only interrupted by the trickling of the fountain. Then he heard the king dismount lightly, and slowly walk towards where he was. The even sound of his father's steps on the ground came closer and closer, and Falco shivered slightly, biting his lip as he dipped his head before the king.
The footsteps stopped. He noticed how the elf was towering above him, completely still, gazing down at him. Falco remained kneeling on the floor, not daring to look up at the person who was now inspecting him closely. He shuddered suddenly, and gritted his teeth, his defensive wall thrown down and all the emotions pouring out suddenly. His blue eyes closed as he felt a tear of sorrow run down his pale cheek, and moved his head slightly, all the scars on his body stinging like a thousand needles. Daring to raise his head a bit, he saw Legolas' legs, that moved slightly, walking over to him. Falco felt a hand rest on his head, and shuddered again, another tear slipping down to the floor. It seemed as if the king was about to pull down his hood, when suddenly he heard cries behind them, interrupting the tense moment. Before neither of them could move, an arrow struck Legolas' side, who cried in pain. Falco whipped around, not knowing what to do. Arrows flew out from every corner of the clearing, and they were all disarmed, including the king, who had now bent over, an arrow sticking out of his side. Quickly, the prince reacted, pulling his father out of the way and dragging him behind the fountain, hoping he wasn't dead. Relieved, he discovered that he wasn't, but badly injured. Falco frowned as his hood fell back, but he couldn't bother about it now. They had no weapons, and the king was hurt. Not even glancing at Legolas' face, he ignored everything flatly, his brain working at top speed. There was a way out, a small path that wound its way between the trees. Grabbing hold of his father's arm, Falco dashed that way, dragging the injured king behind him. Luckily, no other arrows hit them as they reached the cover of the trees. He ran blindly a while more, grasping Legolas' arm without looking back. But before long he felt the king breathing heavily behind him, and remembered that he was injured.
Falco stopped, leaning his father against a tree and examining the wound. For some reason, he didn't dare to look at his face, but felt Legolas' gaze boring into him all the time, a small smile spreading on the king's lips. However, Falco quickly pulled his hood up, slightly uncomfortable, and continued working on pulling the arrow out. The king understood and looked to the other side, though a smile still curled on the edge of his lips.
Once he had it firmly grasped between his hands, Falco breathed in , knowing that it was deeply sunk in and would tear the flesh, causing a lot of pain. But still, there was nothing else he could do, so he shook his head, looking to the ground.
“This will hurt” he whispered, and then pulled it out in one go. The king bent over in pain, groaning slightly and gritting his teeth. The younger elf, still not daring to look at his father's face, swiftly tore off a piece of his cloak and bandaged the wound carefully, noticing the king gulp and then thankfully place a hand on his shoulder. Falco jumped slightly, pushing the hand off, and then turned away , standing up and turning his back to the king.
“I am going to search for firewood, I won't be long” he said, rushing into the bushes. Once he was far enough away, he lent on a tree, closing his eyes and trying to calm down. Pulling his hood off, he rubbed his forehead. Why did he even have to be here? Why did he have to be the prince? All these questions swirled up in his mind as he began gathering wood, hoping that his father would be alright where he had left him. Falco felt ashamed. He didn't even dare to look at the king's face, yet alone to speak with him. Sighing, he stood up. He would have to. When he got back, he would look at his father in the eyes and apolozize, he would tell him that he had missed him and that he was glad to be back home once again.
Frowning, he stood up, and made his way towards where he had left Legolas. The twigs cracked under his feet as he got closer, breathing deeply and trying to calm down.
He reached the place and sat down, shivering slightly and placing the wood so it could burn easily. Then he lit a fire, and made sure the heat of it reached the injured king before pulling his hood up again and sitting next to the fire, putting his cold hands close to it. There was an awkward silence, before Falco finally looked up at the king's face, noticing great similarities with his own. Definitely, the elves had been right when they said he looked like his father. Gulping, he looked down at his feet, before raising his head, frowning and shifting slightly. He was about to utter something, but then fell silent, looking at the flames that cast eerie shadows upon the floor.
Suddenly, he felt something bang his head, and all went dark for a moment. He felt hands grabbing him and stuffing something in his mouth, but still he managed to let out a muffled cry:
“Run!” he said “Run, father!” he shouted, struggling as something hit his head again and whatever it was grabbed him, tying a rope around his arms. I need to save the king, I need to save the king was his only thought. Legolas was badly hurt, and Falco knew he needed to save him. He struggled a bit more, groaning as more ropes tied around his legs and a cloth was stuffed in his mouth. He thrashed about, muffled sounds coming out of his mouth, but something hit him on the head again, this time even harder, before everything went black...

((I don't know why, but I have got the opposite of writers block. Sorry it was so long, I feel like I could just go on writing for years! ))

[myth;]

(( lol ) Added more to my other post BTW )

Feeling the presence of many souls around her, Minna looked around alarmingly. Thinking that they were gone she jumped up and ran into the depth's of the forest, her eyes blinded with tears and fear. Then, she hit into something, it was rock hard and made a dinging noise when she clashed with it. 'Oh g*d." she thought looking up, trembling her eyes widened and she shuffled backwards. For there stood a knight of Gondor, bending down he looked her deep in the eyes.
"You know you cannot run from you farther." he cooed pulling Minna to her feet, the leaves hardly crackled as she was so light from the lack of food. Looking down away from him she planned and escape route, but it seemed she would never escape the bad dream.
'If only he knew.' she thought to herself, her master had told everyone that she was his daughter so no-one would get suspicious. But she knew it was a lye, for she was part elf. Her pointed ears gave that away, but there was something else. She felt magic in her, but it was faint and she did not know how to use it. "I am not his daughter." she growled pulling away from the knight's hands. But his grip was stronger than her pull.
Holding her tightly he bent down so he was head height with her, "Listen. You may not want him to be your farther but we have orders to kill you if this happens ever again!" he snapped as another knight came and held her other arm. Then they both dragged her to the way she had gotten out.
Pulling and pushing to get out of their grips she wept, "No he isn't! He only says i am." she cried digging her boots into the leaves, but it was useless. The only thing that would happen now is, that she would be locked away from another long few days. 'That can't happen!' she thought to herself firmly, she had t get away. Looking around desperately she noticed something in the bushes, it was large and black. Gasping she pulled downwards and backwards slipping from their grip as some long sharp arrows soured towards them, striking the two men down.
Shuffling away Minna got up and ran back into the forest, not looking back or up to see what was following her. Panting she felt a rope rap around her legs and trip her. With her heart racing she tried to unknot it. But stopped as a long sharp sword touched her chin. Shaking she looked up at a tall and black coated, "N-nazgul." she gulped not moving, her wide blue eyes pinned on the creature. Feeling her head suddenly throbbing her world went black and she fell into darkness, unaccompanied by the sound of the Nazgul's blood curdling scream...

[Lunaestrella]

((I edited my post a bit too . And is it alright if Legolas is also captured and taken to Mordor? If so, can I make another elf that tries to go and save them? I reckon that it would also be cool if someone made Aragorn or one of the other parents to try and save them? I don't really know because I don't know the storyline yet and what they are supposed to do in Mordor, but I think it would be interesting))

[myth;]

((After a lot more lllooonnnggg posts i think we could. But anyway, i had to have a bath T-T But i am back now!) I think it would be best if other people were their parents, it would make it more interesting ^-^ )