Trapped in a web [Legolas][2712]
Aug 30, 2018 10:45:15 GMT -5
Post by TAURIEL on Aug 30, 2018 10:45:15 GMT -5
Tauriel traveled in half awake state, her mind kept flooding back to Elrohir and how he looked broken, sad, hurt as he stood in the courtyard of Imladris. Against his ear she whispered that she loved him. She did love him, she had to leave because she loved him. Because staying and not being bound to him hurt. It hurt more than Tauriel wanted to admit. Elrohir was all that she had wanted, pushed others away at, in hopes to be with Elrond’s younger son. Her eyes burned with shed tears, eventually the tears had stopped three days into the ride and her green eyes were ringed in red. Her hands shook still, barely able to keep a hold on the reigns.
Spring rain slipped down Tauriel’s heavy hair against the side of her neck, the dark auburn braid waterlogged as were her clothes. Tauriel’s white chemise was near see through and splotched with mud as was her light tan and green over dress. She clicked her tongue, urging the horse onwards but it was no use. The horse’s slick sides heaved hard. She had been on the road for five days and had just reached the western edge of Mirkwood. Instead of riding north to take the elf road, Tauriel was on the old forest road that cut directly through the middle of Mirkwood with Thranduil’s halls to the north of her.
The bay horse that she rode was spent. Tauriel had pushed her to the edge of her limit, even for an elvish bred horse, riding hard for five days straight with barely stopping had taken it’s toll on the fair beast. Tauriel slid from the horses back, foam at her mouth and she shook her head. She knew better. She shouldn’t have pushed so hard to escape from Imladris and Elrohir, but she had and now her horse was paying the price for Tauriel’s hastily made poor choice. Tauriel fell into a walk beside the horse which labored to breath and she winced. The darkness of Mirkwood calling to her. The forest seemed to grow darker around her, and Tauriel tried to urge her horse to a brisk elvish walk. Spiders lurked this far in the south of the forest, she needed to get to the fortress or at least to a section of the wood that the woodland kin kept clear.
It would be too late, the spiders had sensed her presence, roaming looking for their next meal with ravenous hunger. The fell eight legged monsters. Tauriel set the horse free as a distraction to save herself, skirts becoming ensnared on tree branch as she had climbed a tree. Ripping half of her once pretty over dress that Elrohir adored her wearing. He had told her as much that he loved the way a dress looked on her body. The way fabric would glide over her curves and leave something to his imagination though he knew all that lay beneath. Now the skirt was a hindrance to her escape in the high treetops of Mirkwood. The spiders were smart, too smart for Tauriel’s liking and while one made a meal of her horse, the panicked whinney’s and whinckers heard, before being silenced. Another hered Tauriel to where it wanted her. As she wove and weave through the tree’s trying to find a way out.
Panic filled Tauriel’s veins as she came to a thick wall of webbing in the trees. The limb she was on sickly and groaned with the weight of the heavy spider that crawled toward her with pinching of fangs. It’s poisons saliva dripping down. Tauriel’s hand touched stick webbing. And she began to flail as she did. Thick, almost with a mind of it’s own was the spider web that wrapped around her hand. Tauriel trying to get free. A kick delivered to one of the pedipalp’s. To throw the spider off balance. Then there was rustling in the trees.
Spring rain slipped down Tauriel’s heavy hair against the side of her neck, the dark auburn braid waterlogged as were her clothes. Tauriel’s white chemise was near see through and splotched with mud as was her light tan and green over dress. She clicked her tongue, urging the horse onwards but it was no use. The horse’s slick sides heaved hard. She had been on the road for five days and had just reached the western edge of Mirkwood. Instead of riding north to take the elf road, Tauriel was on the old forest road that cut directly through the middle of Mirkwood with Thranduil’s halls to the north of her.
The bay horse that she rode was spent. Tauriel had pushed her to the edge of her limit, even for an elvish bred horse, riding hard for five days straight with barely stopping had taken it’s toll on the fair beast. Tauriel slid from the horses back, foam at her mouth and she shook her head. She knew better. She shouldn’t have pushed so hard to escape from Imladris and Elrohir, but she had and now her horse was paying the price for Tauriel’s hastily made poor choice. Tauriel fell into a walk beside the horse which labored to breath and she winced. The darkness of Mirkwood calling to her. The forest seemed to grow darker around her, and Tauriel tried to urge her horse to a brisk elvish walk. Spiders lurked this far in the south of the forest, she needed to get to the fortress or at least to a section of the wood that the woodland kin kept clear.
It would be too late, the spiders had sensed her presence, roaming looking for their next meal with ravenous hunger. The fell eight legged monsters. Tauriel set the horse free as a distraction to save herself, skirts becoming ensnared on tree branch as she had climbed a tree. Ripping half of her once pretty over dress that Elrohir adored her wearing. He had told her as much that he loved the way a dress looked on her body. The way fabric would glide over her curves and leave something to his imagination though he knew all that lay beneath. Now the skirt was a hindrance to her escape in the high treetops of Mirkwood. The spiders were smart, too smart for Tauriel’s liking and while one made a meal of her horse, the panicked whinney’s and whinckers heard, before being silenced. Another hered Tauriel to where it wanted her. As she wove and weave through the tree’s trying to find a way out.
Panic filled Tauriel’s veins as she came to a thick wall of webbing in the trees. The limb she was on sickly and groaned with the weight of the heavy spider that crawled toward her with pinching of fangs. It’s poisons saliva dripping down. Tauriel’s hand touched stick webbing. And she began to flail as she did. Thick, almost with a mind of it’s own was the spider web that wrapped around her hand. Tauriel trying to get free. A kick delivered to one of the pedipalp’s. To throw the spider off balance. Then there was rustling in the trees.