Disclaimer: Yup, I own Legolas, we all know it's true! *Gets bopped on the
head by J.R.R. Tolkien* Ouch!
The Healer Chapter 1
Alatariel sat in the grass, both arm and legs crossed. Just feet in front of her, the river bubbled and whirled. How much her life was like that river, twisted and unpredictable. She was not of royal blood, no one special, and everyone expected so much of her. It just wasn't fair that she should be bearing all these troubles, especially when she was the youngest in her family. Why couldn't her sister Neinna help these people? But, she knew that her sister couldn't, Alatariel was the only child in the family blessed with this power.
During her thoughts, she hadn't noticed someone walking toward her from behind. As they passed her she looked up. A young elf, not much older then her, dipped his hand into the stream and poured it onto his arm.
"What's the matter?" she asked the stranger.
He looked up. "What?"
"Why are you pouring water upon yourself?"
"I've been shot," he stated simply and grabbed for more water. She looked at his arm and realized that he had indeed been shot. There was a circle of blood slowly forming on his upper arm and a black substance mixing with the blood.
"How? Are you alright?"
"I was shot by Orcs, with an arrow."
"Where?"
"In Mirkwood forest, must you ask so many questions?"
"Sorry," she drew her knees up against her chest.
He looked at the girl then and shook his head. He stuck his arm in the water. She looked fairly thin with a tanned complexion, she probably came from a poor family. Her long brown hair fell down her back and fluttered in the slight breeze. She had a sad puppy expression on, like he had just yelled at her. He inwardly laughed and looked at her, "Did you know that Orcs tip their arrows with poison?"
"I didn't. Is it fatal?"
"Could be. Have yet to find out. When I pass will that answer you?"
"I'm sure it would. But even though I do not know you, I should not wish you to die. Give me your arm."
He looked at her puzzled and cocked an eyebrow.
"Just do it."
He reached his arm toward her.
She took his hand with her right one as she held her left hand over his arrow wound. A golden light shone from her palm and it shot into his arm. She put her hand down.
"What did you do?" he asked. "What was that?"
"You ask many questions yourself."
"It's not everyday that you see that."
She sighed. "I do. I am a healer. I just possibly saved your life, if the Orc poison was fatal."
"Guess we'll never know." He studied her face and slowly smiled. "I'm Legolas."
"Alatariel."
He went to shake her hand, and realized that she was still holding his.
"Oh," she blushed and dropped his hand. She looked away.
He chuckled. "Now there's no need for that."
A smile graced her face as she turned back to him. She finally decided to take a good look at this new stranger. His long blonde hair was perfect, in warrior braids, not a hair out of place. His eyes were what really caught her eye. They were the lightest blue she had ever seen, it reminded her of the sky. But not only a light blue, but a dark blue as well, rounding the outside of all the circles of his eyes. They reminded her of...her own.
Legolas stood up. "Well, I thank you very much for healing my arm. It is greatly appreciated." He held his hand out to her and pulled her up. "Do you wish to walk with me?"
"I do. If, I am permitted, that is."
"Of course you are permitted. In fact, I insist."
"Oh you do? Well, in that case, I will grace you with my presence."
He laughed and they walked down stream and into the forest.
The Healer Chapter 1
Alatariel sat in the grass, both arm and legs crossed. Just feet in front of her, the river bubbled and whirled. How much her life was like that river, twisted and unpredictable. She was not of royal blood, no one special, and everyone expected so much of her. It just wasn't fair that she should be bearing all these troubles, especially when she was the youngest in her family. Why couldn't her sister Neinna help these people? But, she knew that her sister couldn't, Alatariel was the only child in the family blessed with this power.
During her thoughts, she hadn't noticed someone walking toward her from behind. As they passed her she looked up. A young elf, not much older then her, dipped his hand into the stream and poured it onto his arm.
"What's the matter?" she asked the stranger.
He looked up. "What?"
"Why are you pouring water upon yourself?"
"I've been shot," he stated simply and grabbed for more water. She looked at his arm and realized that he had indeed been shot. There was a circle of blood slowly forming on his upper arm and a black substance mixing with the blood.
"How? Are you alright?"
"I was shot by Orcs, with an arrow."
"Where?"
"In Mirkwood forest, must you ask so many questions?"
"Sorry," she drew her knees up against her chest.
He looked at the girl then and shook his head. He stuck his arm in the water. She looked fairly thin with a tanned complexion, she probably came from a poor family. Her long brown hair fell down her back and fluttered in the slight breeze. She had a sad puppy expression on, like he had just yelled at her. He inwardly laughed and looked at her, "Did you know that Orcs tip their arrows with poison?"
"I didn't. Is it fatal?"
"Could be. Have yet to find out. When I pass will that answer you?"
"I'm sure it would. But even though I do not know you, I should not wish you to die. Give me your arm."
He looked at her puzzled and cocked an eyebrow.
"Just do it."
He reached his arm toward her.
She took his hand with her right one as she held her left hand over his arrow wound. A golden light shone from her palm and it shot into his arm. She put her hand down.
"What did you do?" he asked. "What was that?"
"You ask many questions yourself."
"It's not everyday that you see that."
She sighed. "I do. I am a healer. I just possibly saved your life, if the Orc poison was fatal."
"Guess we'll never know." He studied her face and slowly smiled. "I'm Legolas."
"Alatariel."
He went to shake her hand, and realized that she was still holding his.
"Oh," she blushed and dropped his hand. She looked away.
He chuckled. "Now there's no need for that."
A smile graced her face as she turned back to him. She finally decided to take a good look at this new stranger. His long blonde hair was perfect, in warrior braids, not a hair out of place. His eyes were what really caught her eye. They were the lightest blue she had ever seen, it reminded her of the sky. But not only a light blue, but a dark blue as well, rounding the outside of all the circles of his eyes. They reminded her of...her own.
Legolas stood up. "Well, I thank you very much for healing my arm. It is greatly appreciated." He held his hand out to her and pulled her up. "Do you wish to walk with me?"
"I do. If, I am permitted, that is."
"Of course you are permitted. In fact, I insist."
"Oh you do? Well, in that case, I will grace you with my presence."
He laughed and they walked down stream and into the forest.