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O'histuoh and Tuestuoh.
A small valley that was formed by a single tributary was filled with the song of Elvish singing this night. The moon was out and shinning brilliantly, the stars dazzling to behold. The music wafted on the wind and Aragorn and Legolas listened, the High Elf suddenly struck by the urge to join their song. No elves could normally be seen in this area, but the two companions ruled out nothing. The two headed for the village and its inn, (they had been told of it by an old friend in the Shire) when the song stopped suddenly and without reason.
The two figures walked silently side by side in the moonlight, cloaked bodies moving with grace. Their hoods were pulled up and they whispered almost noiselessly to each other. They were outside of the limits of the simple village they temporarily resided in, walking in the grass. The wind was still chilly, and spring was coming soon; both rejoiced at that fact. When the sound of approaching horsemen reached their sensitive ears they dropped into the shadows of some nearby trees and watched as the two riders went silently by, never noticing their presence. A grin was revealed by the silver moonlight. The time had come and they watched the riders, Human and Elf, rode into the village towards the inn.
Aragorn and Legolas entered the inn after handing their mounts over to the man in charge of the stables. They had ridden hard and were tired. Once they had gotten a room they sat in the common room away from most of the other patrons and ate. The meal was mostly consumed in companionable silence, as both were powerfully hungry.
"We haven't much farther to travel Legolas," said Aragorn. "I am surprised that nothing yet has happened on this journey."
The High Elf smiled wryly. "You may speak too soon my friend, for I detect an odd feel about this place. If we leave early in the morning maybe this feeling shall disperse and all shall feel right again."
At one point in time there was a loud argument and Legolas told Aragorn it sounded as if two females and the owner of the Inn had begun fighting. Before anything could be done two women appeared in the common room, one holding a tray of food heading for a table, and another going straight towards where Aragorn and Legolas were sitting.
She was tall, long black hair that was loose and fell all the way down her back and her clothes matched her hair color. A smile spread across her lips and Aragorn was reminded of a cat creeping silently through high grass after prey. Her eyes were the same dark color and reflected little light. "You boys need anything else tonight? Some more drinks?" her voice flowed like dark velvet over their ears.
"More drinks would be greatly appreciated," said Aragorn. The woman looked at Legolas and sauntered away. The High Elf watched her with wonder.
"Everything about her whispers of darkness," Legolas mused. "Even the way she walks is as a predator."
The woman who brought them new glasses was the other that had emerged from the kitchen the same time as the dark woman. This one was very much unlike the other. Adorned in white and light brown appeared more a simple girl than a predatory creature. Her hair was a dark brown and pulled into two large braids that covered her ears and fell over her shoulders. She placed the glasses on the table and spun the tray on her finger before tucking it skillfully under her arm with a graceful movement. A smile spread across her lips and this one was warm unlike the other woman's.
"Are you two fine with just these?" her voice, was crystal instead of velvet and radiated with a cheerful manner. "I can always sneak some sweets out of the kitchen," she said with a wink. Both men shook their heads and she left with a smile.
Both men finished their drinks and quietly left the rowdy common room for the calm and quiet of their rooms. Aragorn said good night to the blonde Elf and closed his door. Moments later he was pressed against the wood of the door, a dagger at his neck. Strong but slim hands gripped the Gondor heir and a sly predatory voice spoke. "What do you think you're doing heir of Isildur?" He saw those black eyes that shone in the dark with a light of their own. "You could get hurt wandering around like this," she purred. When he made to move for his sword her dagger tipped in, cutting his neck until a dark smear of blood appeared.
Legolas found himself in the same position as soon as his own door had closed, finding himself face to face with the nice waitress who had brought them more drinks. Her hands were strong but her limbs were slender and her skin pale. Her eyes, a deep green shone wildly in the moonlight. "Ah, Legolas of Mirkwood, pleased to see you again. Do tell me," she said, her voice turning to a growl "why you are wandering around waiting to die?"
^.^ So tell me what you think. The review button is calling to you! –Be kind, this IS my first fanfic … ever. – Should I write more? Stop? Destroy all evidence? Tell me! 3 TheLady
A small valley that was formed by a single tributary was filled with the song of Elvish singing this night. The moon was out and shinning brilliantly, the stars dazzling to behold. The music wafted on the wind and Aragorn and Legolas listened, the High Elf suddenly struck by the urge to join their song. No elves could normally be seen in this area, but the two companions ruled out nothing. The two headed for the village and its inn, (they had been told of it by an old friend in the Shire) when the song stopped suddenly and without reason.
The two figures walked silently side by side in the moonlight, cloaked bodies moving with grace. Their hoods were pulled up and they whispered almost noiselessly to each other. They were outside of the limits of the simple village they temporarily resided in, walking in the grass. The wind was still chilly, and spring was coming soon; both rejoiced at that fact. When the sound of approaching horsemen reached their sensitive ears they dropped into the shadows of some nearby trees and watched as the two riders went silently by, never noticing their presence. A grin was revealed by the silver moonlight. The time had come and they watched the riders, Human and Elf, rode into the village towards the inn.
Aragorn and Legolas entered the inn after handing their mounts over to the man in charge of the stables. They had ridden hard and were tired. Once they had gotten a room they sat in the common room away from most of the other patrons and ate. The meal was mostly consumed in companionable silence, as both were powerfully hungry.
"We haven't much farther to travel Legolas," said Aragorn. "I am surprised that nothing yet has happened on this journey."
The High Elf smiled wryly. "You may speak too soon my friend, for I detect an odd feel about this place. If we leave early in the morning maybe this feeling shall disperse and all shall feel right again."
At one point in time there was a loud argument and Legolas told Aragorn it sounded as if two females and the owner of the Inn had begun fighting. Before anything could be done two women appeared in the common room, one holding a tray of food heading for a table, and another going straight towards where Aragorn and Legolas were sitting.
She was tall, long black hair that was loose and fell all the way down her back and her clothes matched her hair color. A smile spread across her lips and Aragorn was reminded of a cat creeping silently through high grass after prey. Her eyes were the same dark color and reflected little light. "You boys need anything else tonight? Some more drinks?" her voice flowed like dark velvet over their ears.
"More drinks would be greatly appreciated," said Aragorn. The woman looked at Legolas and sauntered away. The High Elf watched her with wonder.
"Everything about her whispers of darkness," Legolas mused. "Even the way she walks is as a predator."
The woman who brought them new glasses was the other that had emerged from the kitchen the same time as the dark woman. This one was very much unlike the other. Adorned in white and light brown appeared more a simple girl than a predatory creature. Her hair was a dark brown and pulled into two large braids that covered her ears and fell over her shoulders. She placed the glasses on the table and spun the tray on her finger before tucking it skillfully under her arm with a graceful movement. A smile spread across her lips and this one was warm unlike the other woman's.
"Are you two fine with just these?" her voice, was crystal instead of velvet and radiated with a cheerful manner. "I can always sneak some sweets out of the kitchen," she said with a wink. Both men shook their heads and she left with a smile.
Both men finished their drinks and quietly left the rowdy common room for the calm and quiet of their rooms. Aragorn said good night to the blonde Elf and closed his door. Moments later he was pressed against the wood of the door, a dagger at his neck. Strong but slim hands gripped the Gondor heir and a sly predatory voice spoke. "What do you think you're doing heir of Isildur?" He saw those black eyes that shone in the dark with a light of their own. "You could get hurt wandering around like this," she purred. When he made to move for his sword her dagger tipped in, cutting his neck until a dark smear of blood appeared.
Legolas found himself in the same position as soon as his own door had closed, finding himself face to face with the nice waitress who had brought them more drinks. Her hands were strong but her limbs were slender and her skin pale. Her eyes, a deep green shone wildly in the moonlight. "Ah, Legolas of Mirkwood, pleased to see you again. Do tell me," she said, her voice turning to a growl "why you are wandering around waiting to die?"
^.^ So tell me what you think. The review button is calling to you! –Be kind, this IS my first fanfic … ever. – Should I write more? Stop? Destroy all evidence? Tell me! 3 TheLady
