dont die young

Sara is a wood elf from mirkwood, middle earth. but not just any wood elf- she is the fifth heir to the throne! But just as she is settling into the idea that someday she was to become Queen, she is pulled out of her roots by none other than Kili, nephew of Thorin Oakensheild. the most attractive man she had ever seen. little problem- her family would never approve. follow Sara as she struggles through a painful love.

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5. pull me, foce me.

As i walked home, the prophesy rang in my ears, echoing the words that Kili had just spoken. Something had pulled us together, and i knew it. i felt it, and my elven senses were on the highest high they had ever been. If Mother were here i would talk to her. but mother is dead and i dont think i could ever bring myself to talk about such a feminine matter to father, as close as we are. I hummed an old tune and entered into my chambers. I tried but could not sleep. there was some strange force telling me i had to get up. i heard a voice. it told me to find my love.

i walked through the walls. i saw father asleep. i heard his thoughts... mother was there too, she was thinking about death. i walked on, down the spiral staircase till i left the tower. i floated through the castle aimlessly. i heard a voice of pain coming from outside. i followed the sound. it echoed though the woods, and seemed to become louder and louder. i heard Kili's voice. i knew it was him. he was calling for me. i walked towards his voice and came to a stop. i was standing outside of the Prison. I could see nothing inside, but could sense hunger and fatigue. i could hear Kili talking to someone.

I woke up sweating, and bolted upright from my bed, and stood up. it was light outside, so i dressed in my breakfast-clothing. i eat, but could not take my mind away from the dream. it was like someone was trying to tell me something.
"What is troubling you, dearest daughter?" Asked father"
"Nothing is troubling me, dear Father. I am simply thinking about the dream i had last night. It was quite strange, but i think i understood it?"
"You know, sometime dreams are used to tell us things that we have to learn for ourselves. i would love to help you, but I must speak to my own father about an issue that has been troubling him."

i left the table, and changed into my day-wear. i felt a strange force pulling me toward the Prison, yet again. i took a loaf of bread for alex's father, and wrapped it in my bag. I started walking slowly towards the Prison, but the closer i got, the stronger the sensation of need overwhelmed me, and before long i was running. when i got to the door, it was opened, and so i entered in. Alex was not there, and neither was his father, which was strange but it was not like it had never happened before. so i took a seat and stared into the dark prison hold. i could not see anyone in it, but it was very large and separated into rooms at the back. after about 5 minutes, i heard a quiet growl-like sound, and then with it a chorus of complaints.
"starving us to death" "we shall soon die" "the quest" "Smaug" 
it then occurred to me, that perhaps it was the dwarfs in the prison-hold. you both shall be trapped.
I walked closer to the Metallica bars the held the prisoners captive, until i was less than a foot away. Someone/thing spat on my dress. I was sickened by this gesture of pure hatred but wiped my dress dry.
"Did I deserve that?" I asked. he grunted, then spoke:
"I am Thorin, rightful ruler of Erabour. do i deserve this?" I gasped. "Me and my company have been traveling for long. we are starving. do we deserve this?!" i shook my head, on the verge of crying. for i had the ability to see true feelings in words. This dwarf was hurting. he misses his home, and he longs for his family. 
"I am Sara. Daughter of Sarri, son of Armitage. i have the gift of knowledge, yet do not understand.. why are you being held here?" 
"That, Lady Sara, is something none of us have the knowledge for."

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