Disclaimer: Hehe, still don't own it but I'm working on it.
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Kira stared at him with obvious surprise, giving him a look that would suggest he had obviously gone half-mad. The knife from her sleeve had clattered to the floor. They both glanced at it. Legolas mercifully refrained from commenting. "Care to repeat that?"
"I am an elf. You are an elf," he stated evenly.
"And there in lies the problem. Elves don't exist. Only in Jordan's mind." She felt this was more than necessary to point out.
"What are you talking about? Surely you have at least heard of elves. And who is Jordan?" he added as an afterthought. Kira ignored both of these questions. "I see your English is very good." Kira did not believe he could have learned it in just half a morning and so assumed he had simply been holding back during their conversation, preferring to speak in his silly made up language.
He only shrugged. " I am blessed with a glorious memory." Now Kira snorted disbeleivingly. "Your modesty is humbling," she quipped.
"Please, we have a lot to discuss in a short amount of time. Can we sit?" He looked about him, as if waiting for chairs to appear while Kira sank stubbornly to the floor and folded her arms across her chest. "All right, start talking." Legolas looked as if he was sorely tempted to roll his eyes but he sat cross-legged on the floor beside her. Kira was staring him down with narrowed eyes so he began thus;
"You are an elf, one of the fair folk. Galadriel, queen of Lothlorien has sent me to bring you back to your home. It is really quite simple." There really is a lesson to be learned from this, Kira reflected grimly. Never invite strangers into your house. Especially the odd attractive ones.
"Oh yeah?" she said sounding supremely unconcerned. " And I suppose a one toed ostrich brought you here."
The fact that Legolas looked so serene and incredibly handsome when he arched his brow was not helping her mood. She shouldn't even be humouring him.
"The lady of the wood sent me here with a special potion of her own. Not pleasant but… effective" Legolas gave a little shudder to illustrate his point. "Lothlorien is one of the few elf realms left on middle earth. He took a breath but before he could speak Kira interrupted him. "Who is the Lady of the wood? And Galadriel. Honest to God what is all this rubbish about me being an elf you keep going on about?"
" You are an elf, because your parents were elves…. and you are still an elf or at least you will be, though your not one right now and---:" Kira left out a hollow laugh.
"You do realize you were rambling don't you? Let me just save you some trouble because I think I see where this is going, my parents were members of some tree-hugging organization or another and now you want me to join. If you wanted money or whatever for your silly little group, you could have just asked. Not that I would have given you any." Legolas clenched his jaw and tried to calm his impatience. "No, you couldn't be more wrong." Of course in saying this he was quite right as Kira couldn't have been more wrong. She looked around the room mildly. Legolas knew he was gaining no ground so tried a different tactic. "Do you remember how your parents died?" The room suddenly went very still. "Naturally, as I'm never likely to forget." she answered coldly. "Look, my opinion of you is failing rapidly so why don't you just leave. I admit you really know how to work the sympathy angle, what with lying in the snow half-dead but this is quite enough. Its best you leave." she said icily. The turn of events surprised him and he sat momentarily blinking at her. "What? Are you deaf? Scram!" she repeated at him. The look she was favouring him with was not pleasant either. If looks could kill he would not only be dead with his corpse aflame, but his soul would be doomed to eternal damnation.
Knowing perfectly well that he had overstayed his welcome he made for the door and opened it. "I'll see you soon" he said bluntly. Kira closed the door firmly in his face
Legolas walked back towards the woods, releasing a long-suffering sigh as he went. He had known she was strong willed when he met her. He might as well have been talking to an extremely stubborn potato, for all the good it had done him. He had come here with a noble goal but some how everything had gone up in smoke. Looking out at the dull winter sky, he wondered why he had ever thought that this would be easy.
Kira on the other hand, dismissed the encounter relatively quickly as nothing for her to worry about as everything had ended relatively well. In fact, she mused, her parents might have been proud.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXThere you go. I'm revising chapters one through seven but I'm doing my best to stick to the original plot. Now you should probably review. And since I am a completely unbiased third party with no personal interest in the matter we can all assume that my advice is sound.