Veborion knocked softly on his sister's door.
No answer is heard
"Let me enter now." Veborion ordered in a strict voice.
The sound of a latch unhooking could be heard.
Veborion opened the door and shut it behind him. The room was filled with darkness, except for the window facing the city. Soft, yellow glowing light streamed in from the cracks in the drapes. Suddenly a knife came flying at Veborion. He quickly dodged and stared at the knife that was embedded in the area of the door where his head had been.
"Oh stop it, Taralom. I'm getting tired of your childish games." Veborion said, very annoyed with his sister.
"I'm so sick of this as well… It's not like I could have hit you. Even if I tried." Taralom's voice said from the darkness.
"Verlyn was something I could have handled of my own accord and you know it." Veborion's voice became soft and quiet.
"Than you should stay out of my business… I know that you were upset about something she said about I. I know you only act that way when someone says something discerning of me. You know that as well as I do."
"Awe yes, I was very much shocked to see you dancing with the prince of Mirkwood, himself." Veborion laughed softly and walked into the light. "I suppose she was jealous of you, imagine that."
"I know you've lost so much respect, since my birth. And I am truly sorry for that, but I can't deny who I am and what I feel inside, even if it is for you."
"I hope you didn't give him to much of a tongue lashing." Veborion asked, completing ignoring his sister's last comment.
"I threatened to drive a sword into his gut if his lips every touched my skin again." She admitted. "What does it matter now? Both Prince Legolas and Lord Haldir will want nothing to do with me after tonight."
"Do I hear disappointment in your voice?" Veborion asked walking closer to his sister.
"Not at all. What do I care?" Taralom said, pulling open her drapes to reveal the city in all its glorious beauty at night.
"Lovely night." Veborion commented, putting his arm around his sister. He knew that Taralom was deeply disappointed by the night's events, but she'd never admit it. He didn't care though, she was his sister and that's all that mattered.
Taralom wrapped her arms around her brother and held on tightly. "I'm sorry, I know everything is my fault! I knew how much you cared about Verlyn. How much you loved her."
Veborion leaned back a bit then held his sister tightly. "I cannot love anyone who does not love and appreciate my sister." He whispered back.
"Then you shall live out your life loving no one." She replied.
"I love you… Do you not love yourself?"
"Sometimes I wonder…" She said back pulling herself away and walked towards her bed. "I am tired and would like to rest… Please leave." She sounded very formal.
Veborion nodded and left. Taralom latched her door shut once more and pulled the drapes back together. She sat down on her bed and felt the scar she had on her forearm. It burned somewhat.. like a warning of some kind.
Haldir walked past the row of archers aiming at a target 70 feet away. He observed their moves closely, correcting errors he saw and giving words of encouragement. Suddenly he came across Veborion.
"Excess me." Haldir said tapping Veborion on the shoulder. He turned and looked at Haldir. "That lady friend you spoke to yesterday, the one who was dancing with the prince…" Haldir struggled to say the last part. "are you two…? Related?"
"Indeed we are." Veborion replied.
"Could you relay a message to her for me?" He asked.
"Why don't you tell her yourself? She's a few targets away from here." Veborion pointed to the left. Haldir nodded and continued walking down the line of archers. Veborion went to string his bow when suddenly he dropped his arrow. "Oh no. Have I just insured his death?" he groaned. "Please Taralom be kind."
Haldir reached Taralom, who stared intensely at the target. She pulled the bow back and was ready to fire. Right away Haldir noticed about 10 some errors in her stance and holding off the bow. To his amazement the arrow reached the target, but missed the bull's eye by about 5 inches.
"Awe, I was not aware you had skill with the bow." Haldir commented.
Taralom remained silent, staring at the arrow she shot. She knew of his present before he even spoke a word.
"Tis truly a sight to see a lady participating in such a sport." He said.
Taralom looked up, already aware of his presents. "Tis truly a sight indeed." She said stringing the bow. "Only so you can make a mockery of the lady as she fails." Her eyes flashed in anger.
"Please, that's not what I said at all." Haldir said defensively. "I think it is wonderful to see a lady work a bow."
"That is no lady you speak to, sir." The archer next to Taralom laughed. "And I agree, it is quite entertaining to watch as she fails."
"My good elf.. this is none of your concern." Haldir said politly.
Taralom looked over at the archer. "Hold your tongue or I'll be forced to cut it off." She hissed back.
"You have vigor I'll give you that, but I highly doubt you have any other talent besides being outspoken and pigheaded." The archer replied, laughing slightly.
Taralom's expression became twisted and angered. She shoved the tip of the arrow at the archer's neck. "Is it possible for me to miss now?" she asked notching the arrow, pulling back the string."
"Please, I meant no disrespect." He said back in fear for his life. "Lie. I am ashamed to live in the same city as you." She said pulling the arrow away and shot it at his target, hitting the bull's eye. "I would not waste my time killing you."
"Sir, perhaps you should take leave, before I call the guard." Haldir ordered. The archer ran off with in seconds.
"I can see you can handle yourself quiet well and I knew you'd never harm him." Haldir spoke softly
"What makes you so certain my lord?" She said, reaching for another arrow.
"I would have stopped you, if I thought you would bring harm to anyone… What is your name?"
"People call me Taralom. My Lord." Her eyes narrowed as she aimed for her target again.
"It is quiet an honor to meet a Lady such as yourself."
"So people keep saying, my lord." She said, her words cold and emotionless.
"Please, call me Haldir… Widen your stance." He said, offering help to her. She looked over her shoulder and stared at Haldir.
"I do not need your help." She said. Suddenly she was knocked down from behind. Two elves stood behind her, laughing.
Veborion came running up to see what was happening. "Back off from my sister!" he cried.
Taralom stood and stared at the elves, who knocked her down. "Didn't think anyone would want to mess with me for the 3rd time this week."
The elves laughed and brought her down again. Taralom noticed something on their arm and face. A marking of some sort, very different from any marking she'd seen on an elf. Their eyes were black along with their hair. She pushed them off and got back up. She gestured for Veborion to look at the markers.
His eyes grew wide, like he'd seen them before. "Taralom… run."
"Veborion?" She asked. Then she saw the look in his eyes that sparked fear even in her. She looked over at Haldir whose brows narrowed at the two elves. She turned and looked at them.
"Who are you?" She ordered them. They did not reply; only small wicked smirks crept onto their faces as the pulled out their elven short swords.
Suddenly Lord Elrond appeared. The elves looked up with terror in their black eyes and ran off towards the cities' exit. Taralom suddenly felt deeply upset and hurt. Her eyes grew weary and red. She looked up at Haldir then over at her brother. She bowed in honor of elrond's presents. "I am truly sorry, but I must take leave now." She ran off towards the stables to get her horse.
"Is she always like this?" Haldir whispered to Veborion.
"No… Something… is different about her … something that has to do with the black elves." Veborion replied. "Her body sensed their presents even though she doesn't even know… the whole… truth.." he thought to himself.
"What seems to be the trouble here?" Lord Elrond asked. As Haldir and Veborion explained Elrond kept glancing over at Veborion, like he understood it all already and only listened to humor Haldir.
A/N: ok i know its crapy but it'll get beter! .. i hope o.o
No answer is heard
"Let me enter now." Veborion ordered in a strict voice.
The sound of a latch unhooking could be heard.
Veborion opened the door and shut it behind him. The room was filled with darkness, except for the window facing the city. Soft, yellow glowing light streamed in from the cracks in the drapes. Suddenly a knife came flying at Veborion. He quickly dodged and stared at the knife that was embedded in the area of the door where his head had been.
"Oh stop it, Taralom. I'm getting tired of your childish games." Veborion said, very annoyed with his sister.
"I'm so sick of this as well… It's not like I could have hit you. Even if I tried." Taralom's voice said from the darkness.
"Verlyn was something I could have handled of my own accord and you know it." Veborion's voice became soft and quiet.
"Than you should stay out of my business… I know that you were upset about something she said about I. I know you only act that way when someone says something discerning of me. You know that as well as I do."
"Awe yes, I was very much shocked to see you dancing with the prince of Mirkwood, himself." Veborion laughed softly and walked into the light. "I suppose she was jealous of you, imagine that."
"I know you've lost so much respect, since my birth. And I am truly sorry for that, but I can't deny who I am and what I feel inside, even if it is for you."
"I hope you didn't give him to much of a tongue lashing." Veborion asked, completing ignoring his sister's last comment.
"I threatened to drive a sword into his gut if his lips every touched my skin again." She admitted. "What does it matter now? Both Prince Legolas and Lord Haldir will want nothing to do with me after tonight."
"Do I hear disappointment in your voice?" Veborion asked walking closer to his sister.
"Not at all. What do I care?" Taralom said, pulling open her drapes to reveal the city in all its glorious beauty at night.
"Lovely night." Veborion commented, putting his arm around his sister. He knew that Taralom was deeply disappointed by the night's events, but she'd never admit it. He didn't care though, she was his sister and that's all that mattered.
Taralom wrapped her arms around her brother and held on tightly. "I'm sorry, I know everything is my fault! I knew how much you cared about Verlyn. How much you loved her."
Veborion leaned back a bit then held his sister tightly. "I cannot love anyone who does not love and appreciate my sister." He whispered back.
"Then you shall live out your life loving no one." She replied.
"I love you… Do you not love yourself?"
"Sometimes I wonder…" She said back pulling herself away and walked towards her bed. "I am tired and would like to rest… Please leave." She sounded very formal.
Veborion nodded and left. Taralom latched her door shut once more and pulled the drapes back together. She sat down on her bed and felt the scar she had on her forearm. It burned somewhat.. like a warning of some kind.
Haldir walked past the row of archers aiming at a target 70 feet away. He observed their moves closely, correcting errors he saw and giving words of encouragement. Suddenly he came across Veborion.
"Excess me." Haldir said tapping Veborion on the shoulder. He turned and looked at Haldir. "That lady friend you spoke to yesterday, the one who was dancing with the prince…" Haldir struggled to say the last part. "are you two…? Related?"
"Indeed we are." Veborion replied.
"Could you relay a message to her for me?" He asked.
"Why don't you tell her yourself? She's a few targets away from here." Veborion pointed to the left. Haldir nodded and continued walking down the line of archers. Veborion went to string his bow when suddenly he dropped his arrow. "Oh no. Have I just insured his death?" he groaned. "Please Taralom be kind."
Haldir reached Taralom, who stared intensely at the target. She pulled the bow back and was ready to fire. Right away Haldir noticed about 10 some errors in her stance and holding off the bow. To his amazement the arrow reached the target, but missed the bull's eye by about 5 inches.
"Awe, I was not aware you had skill with the bow." Haldir commented.
Taralom remained silent, staring at the arrow she shot. She knew of his present before he even spoke a word.
"Tis truly a sight to see a lady participating in such a sport." He said.
Taralom looked up, already aware of his presents. "Tis truly a sight indeed." She said stringing the bow. "Only so you can make a mockery of the lady as she fails." Her eyes flashed in anger.
"Please, that's not what I said at all." Haldir said defensively. "I think it is wonderful to see a lady work a bow."
"That is no lady you speak to, sir." The archer next to Taralom laughed. "And I agree, it is quite entertaining to watch as she fails."
"My good elf.. this is none of your concern." Haldir said politly.
Taralom looked over at the archer. "Hold your tongue or I'll be forced to cut it off." She hissed back.
"You have vigor I'll give you that, but I highly doubt you have any other talent besides being outspoken and pigheaded." The archer replied, laughing slightly.
Taralom's expression became twisted and angered. She shoved the tip of the arrow at the archer's neck. "Is it possible for me to miss now?" she asked notching the arrow, pulling back the string."
"Please, I meant no disrespect." He said back in fear for his life. "Lie. I am ashamed to live in the same city as you." She said pulling the arrow away and shot it at his target, hitting the bull's eye. "I would not waste my time killing you."
"Sir, perhaps you should take leave, before I call the guard." Haldir ordered. The archer ran off with in seconds.
"I can see you can handle yourself quiet well and I knew you'd never harm him." Haldir spoke softly
"What makes you so certain my lord?" She said, reaching for another arrow.
"I would have stopped you, if I thought you would bring harm to anyone… What is your name?"
"People call me Taralom. My Lord." Her eyes narrowed as she aimed for her target again.
"It is quiet an honor to meet a Lady such as yourself."
"So people keep saying, my lord." She said, her words cold and emotionless.
"Please, call me Haldir… Widen your stance." He said, offering help to her. She looked over her shoulder and stared at Haldir.
"I do not need your help." She said. Suddenly she was knocked down from behind. Two elves stood behind her, laughing.
Veborion came running up to see what was happening. "Back off from my sister!" he cried.
Taralom stood and stared at the elves, who knocked her down. "Didn't think anyone would want to mess with me for the 3rd time this week."
The elves laughed and brought her down again. Taralom noticed something on their arm and face. A marking of some sort, very different from any marking she'd seen on an elf. Their eyes were black along with their hair. She pushed them off and got back up. She gestured for Veborion to look at the markers.
His eyes grew wide, like he'd seen them before. "Taralom… run."
"Veborion?" She asked. Then she saw the look in his eyes that sparked fear even in her. She looked over at Haldir whose brows narrowed at the two elves. She turned and looked at them.
"Who are you?" She ordered them. They did not reply; only small wicked smirks crept onto their faces as the pulled out their elven short swords.
Suddenly Lord Elrond appeared. The elves looked up with terror in their black eyes and ran off towards the cities' exit. Taralom suddenly felt deeply upset and hurt. Her eyes grew weary and red. She looked up at Haldir then over at her brother. She bowed in honor of elrond's presents. "I am truly sorry, but I must take leave now." She ran off towards the stables to get her horse.
"Is she always like this?" Haldir whispered to Veborion.
"No… Something… is different about her … something that has to do with the black elves." Veborion replied. "Her body sensed their presents even though she doesn't even know… the whole… truth.." he thought to himself.
"What seems to be the trouble here?" Lord Elrond asked. As Haldir and Veborion explained Elrond kept glancing over at Veborion, like he understood it all already and only listened to humor Haldir.
A/N: ok i know its crapy but it'll get beter! .. i hope o.o