CHAPTER ONE- THE DREAMS
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas. Ralinde and Rana are mine. Wow, thats unexpected.
Ralinde ran through the hall laughing. Behind her, her best friends Legolas and Rana dashed behind her.
She suddenly halted her head-long rush though and turned back when she saw crackling flames ahead. She dashed past the two before she stopped. She called back to her friends.
"Hey! Watch out! There's-" Ralinde tried to say. But it was no good. Legolas and Rana crashed straight into the inferno. They turned to Ralinde, utterly consumed in fire. Their mouths were open in endless screams of pain and terror.
Ralinde woke up with a scream. The dream had been so real. Not that it wasn't. The same thing had happened two months before, taking the lives of her best friends and many members of her household, mostly servants. They had still meant much to Ralinde and she missed them terribly.
She had this dream multiple times in the past two months, and always it was the same- the flames, sounds, smells, and always, the horrible screaming of her friends as they were burned alive. She always woke up screaming, or crying.
This time, however, the dream had been even more vivid.
Ralinde had always blamed herself for the deaths. Even though she didn't set the fire or did anything to make them go forward, she hadn't called out and warned them. It still wasn't her fault, but she thought it was. Even if she had contributed, she didn't think the dreams could be any worse.
For the first few weeks after the fire occured, Ralinde hadn't come out of her room in her new home, not even to eat. She was half-starved when she was finally was dragged out and force fed, but her life was saved.
Sometimes she wished it hadn't been.
Since that time, she had lost weight again, now even skinnier than before. Her long blonde hair lost its luster, and her blue eyes stopped sparkling. She was still beautiful, but she intended never to get close to anyone again.
Just in case.
Disclaimer: I don't own Legolas. Ralinde and Rana are mine. Wow, thats unexpected.
Ralinde ran through the hall laughing. Behind her, her best friends Legolas and Rana dashed behind her.
She suddenly halted her head-long rush though and turned back when she saw crackling flames ahead. She dashed past the two before she stopped. She called back to her friends.
"Hey! Watch out! There's-" Ralinde tried to say. But it was no good. Legolas and Rana crashed straight into the inferno. They turned to Ralinde, utterly consumed in fire. Their mouths were open in endless screams of pain and terror.
Ralinde woke up with a scream. The dream had been so real. Not that it wasn't. The same thing had happened two months before, taking the lives of her best friends and many members of her household, mostly servants. They had still meant much to Ralinde and she missed them terribly.
She had this dream multiple times in the past two months, and always it was the same- the flames, sounds, smells, and always, the horrible screaming of her friends as they were burned alive. She always woke up screaming, or crying.
This time, however, the dream had been even more vivid.
Ralinde had always blamed herself for the deaths. Even though she didn't set the fire or did anything to make them go forward, she hadn't called out and warned them. It still wasn't her fault, but she thought it was. Even if she had contributed, she didn't think the dreams could be any worse.
For the first few weeks after the fire occured, Ralinde hadn't come out of her room in her new home, not even to eat. She was half-starved when she was finally was dragged out and force fed, but her life was saved.
Sometimes she wished it hadn't been.
Since that time, she had lost weight again, now even skinnier than before. Her long blonde hair lost its luster, and her blue eyes stopped sparkling. She was still beautiful, but she intended never to get close to anyone again.
Just in case.