A/N: I am bored. Bored, bored, bored, BORED! Bored out of my mind. So
bored that I just decided to screw the eight reviews and you get chapter
four idea. Hope you like it!
~*Sky Magic*~
Chapter Four
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Mith's POV
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I walk through the halls, my heart aches. I should not be jealous of Rhiadrieal, but I am. A terrible jealousy eats away at my heart and soul. Rhiadrieal has everything I've ever wanted. A family and love. I once had a family, or so I am told, but I never knew my father and my mother died while giving birth to me. A love, I do not see anyone who would love me in that way. I cannot be jealous of Rhiadrieal! She is my friend and queen. I should wish her the best and not feel the terrible jealousy within me.
I never had a lover, I have my friends, and much of the time, that is enough for me. I sometimes catch myself thinking that I am in love with Elrond. I know that her is only my dearest friend. I only think that in the loneliest, heartache filled hours of the night. It pains me to know that I will always awake alone.
But I cannot be jealous of Rhiadrieal.
I have been inside to long, I need to run free in the woods. I walk out into the cold January air. I undo the ties that keep my cloak around my neck, I cannot shape shift with it on, and let it pool on the ground at my feet. I pull off the delicate slippers and throw them on the ground beside my cloak. I start running into the woods, as I go shifting into my wolf form. My arms are the first to change, the hair sprouts and grows and my hands turn into paws. I feel the front of my shape pushing out into a wolf's snout. I feel the odd prickle of my tail growing. My legs suddenly are not strong enough to support me and I drop down onto all fours, running now as a wolf.
I look up to the moon above me, the silver platter glowing in the night sky. Moon and Night. I continue running, leaping small streams and dodging through the trees. All Wyr know the joy of running, it is in our blood. I eventually stop in a small clearing, and stare up in between the leaves of the canopy. I raise my head toward the sky and voice a howl. Howls are the song of wolves. My howl was the howl of loneliness and regret. The howl of a wolf without a pack, the lone howl. I lift the pitch and then let it drop.
"That was an interesting howl," a voice says from behind me. "What does it mean?"
I turn around, muscles tense. Elrond, I think. I shift back to my elven form. "Elrond?" I ask.
"I did not expect to see you out here. You are a ways from Imladris," he tells me.
"I did not expect to see you either. I was running," I say, the last part sort of sheepishly.
"Ah, the joy the Wyr find in running," Elrond states calmly.
"What are you doing out here?" I ask.
"Taking a walk," he replied.
"It's a long way for a walk," I reply, it is.
"I took a rather long one," he retorts.
"Do you miss Celebrian?" I ask suddenly, we had both been silent for a few long minutes.
"Yes," Elrond sighs. I should not have brought this topic up.
"I wish I were there to say farewell to her," I tell him. "She was one of my good friends."
"You were in hiding," he reminds me.
"Friends are supposed to be there for each other," I say, half to myself.
"There is no way that you could have been there for her forever," Elrond tells me, turning me to face him. I think I love him, I say silently to no one in particular,
"But I wanted to be. Nothing changes that." You can't be serious, I tell myself. He's your friend! A friend! Just a friend! Not a whole lot more, just a very good friend.
I cocked my head, several answering howls returned to my ears. There were no packs left here. "Which howl was it?" he asks again, changing the subject. "It has a mournful note in it."
"It was the howl of loneliness. It is the howl of a pack less wolf. Any song sung with the pack will not have that note in it. Not unless a pack member has died," I say.
"Why did you sing the howl?" he asks.
"Don't you see Elrond? I am alone," I reply, turning away from him. "I have no family. I have never had someone actually love me. My friends are all that I have, and sometimes I cannot help but to be jealous of them."
Elrond stands, speechless for a while. "There is nothing wrong with being jealous," he says quietly after a time, coming to stand beside me.
"Then why do I feel that there is?" I ask almost angrily. My tears are threatening to start spilling down my cheeks uncontrollably. I have not cried in an extraordinarily long time, so long I do not quite remember the last time I cried. "Why do I feel that there is something wrong with me being deathly jealous of you and Rhiadrieal? Two of my best friends?" Give me an answer, please and ease my pain, I plead silently.
"I – I do not know," Elrond admits.
"There," I say bitterly. "You, Elrond the all knowing and all wise, have no answer for me. And if I feel it is wrong, then it is wrong to me. Nothing you or anyone else says will change that." I turn and run, shifting into wolf form, the faster of my two bodies. I should not be mad at Elrond, I should not have said those words. I should have gone back and apologized, and I told myself. But, I continued to run from him.
"Mith, wait!" he said. I ignored him and ran farther away. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible, before he started to run after me, he is faster, then me in any body. I hear him start to run after me, but I continue running. I run, this time not for the joy of it but to escape the painful words I had said.
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Something large knocked into Mith's back, forcing her to the forest floor. In her panic, she shifted to elf form. Elrond climbed off her back, he had brought her down in a very undignified tackle. If there had been a more graceful, tactical way to do assuredly make her stop, he would have done so, but there wasn't. "Will you listen to me?" he asks, dusting himself off.
Mith got to her feet. "I guess," Mith replied.
"There is nothing wrong with being jealous. I have been jealous before, Rhiadrieal has been as well. I knew that for a while, she was deathly jealous of Arwen," Elrond said.
"When were you jealous?" Mith asked. Elrond looked at her but said nothing. "When?" she demanded. When he looked into her eyes and looked away, Mith said, "You do not need to lie for me."
"I knew you would not believe me," Elrond muttered.
Mith laughed at that. "Do you really think that you are a good liar?"
"Not in particular," Elrond mumbled.
"That is one thing you have always been horrible at, lying," Mith said in between peals of laughter. "I'm sorry I was angry, it's just a touchy subject," she said after she stopped laughing.
"Do you intend on going back with me? People will begin to wonder about us, it is nearly dawn?"
"Yes," Mith replied and started walking.
***
Rhiadrieal sat in Elladan's room, talking with her older brother. "I don't know if Legolas will come back though!" she exclaimed.
"You should not worry about him so much," Elladan told her. "He is the best archer I know and a fine warrior. He will survive."
"It's easy for you to say but I do worry!" Rhiadrieal replied. "I do not want to be left to wander alone, I love him."
"Sister, he loves you as well and you know he still wears the necklace you gave him," Elladan replied. "He will not let himself die and you know it. He loves you too much to go on and leave you by yourself."
"I just have thought about that so much. About when the time comes to go to the undying lands. I cannot leave my people. But, I cannot let go of Legolas, he means too much to me. And I will not die and leave him to go alone."
"Think about it when you need to. It would not do for you to worry yourself sick," Elladan said.
"I guess you're right. I can't help but worry," Rhiadrieal replied.
"Rest, you will want your sleep," Elladan advised. "Do not worry yourself sick."
"I won't, Rhiadrieal said, departing to go to her room and to bed for the night. She dressed in her nightgown and climbed into bed, blowing out the candle she had lit and set on the bedside table.
And she slept.
Rhiadrieal awoke at dawn, and climbed out of bed. She walked to one of the windows and threw it open. She glanced outside, looking towards where the sun would rise. She watched as the sun rose, painting the horizon with delicate pinks and oranges. She felt the first rays of sun play across her face. A silver tear tumbled down her cheek, she hated being away from Legolas, she loved him so much. She wanted to share the beautiful sight before her with Legolas, and yet she could not. She thought her heart was torn in two, it would explain the dull hurt there.
~*Sky Magic*~
Chapter Four
~*~*~*~
Mith's POV
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I walk through the halls, my heart aches. I should not be jealous of Rhiadrieal, but I am. A terrible jealousy eats away at my heart and soul. Rhiadrieal has everything I've ever wanted. A family and love. I once had a family, or so I am told, but I never knew my father and my mother died while giving birth to me. A love, I do not see anyone who would love me in that way. I cannot be jealous of Rhiadrieal! She is my friend and queen. I should wish her the best and not feel the terrible jealousy within me.
I never had a lover, I have my friends, and much of the time, that is enough for me. I sometimes catch myself thinking that I am in love with Elrond. I know that her is only my dearest friend. I only think that in the loneliest, heartache filled hours of the night. It pains me to know that I will always awake alone.
But I cannot be jealous of Rhiadrieal.
I have been inside to long, I need to run free in the woods. I walk out into the cold January air. I undo the ties that keep my cloak around my neck, I cannot shape shift with it on, and let it pool on the ground at my feet. I pull off the delicate slippers and throw them on the ground beside my cloak. I start running into the woods, as I go shifting into my wolf form. My arms are the first to change, the hair sprouts and grows and my hands turn into paws. I feel the front of my shape pushing out into a wolf's snout. I feel the odd prickle of my tail growing. My legs suddenly are not strong enough to support me and I drop down onto all fours, running now as a wolf.
I look up to the moon above me, the silver platter glowing in the night sky. Moon and Night. I continue running, leaping small streams and dodging through the trees. All Wyr know the joy of running, it is in our blood. I eventually stop in a small clearing, and stare up in between the leaves of the canopy. I raise my head toward the sky and voice a howl. Howls are the song of wolves. My howl was the howl of loneliness and regret. The howl of a wolf without a pack, the lone howl. I lift the pitch and then let it drop.
"That was an interesting howl," a voice says from behind me. "What does it mean?"
I turn around, muscles tense. Elrond, I think. I shift back to my elven form. "Elrond?" I ask.
"I did not expect to see you out here. You are a ways from Imladris," he tells me.
"I did not expect to see you either. I was running," I say, the last part sort of sheepishly.
"Ah, the joy the Wyr find in running," Elrond states calmly.
"What are you doing out here?" I ask.
"Taking a walk," he replied.
"It's a long way for a walk," I reply, it is.
"I took a rather long one," he retorts.
"Do you miss Celebrian?" I ask suddenly, we had both been silent for a few long minutes.
"Yes," Elrond sighs. I should not have brought this topic up.
"I wish I were there to say farewell to her," I tell him. "She was one of my good friends."
"You were in hiding," he reminds me.
"Friends are supposed to be there for each other," I say, half to myself.
"There is no way that you could have been there for her forever," Elrond tells me, turning me to face him. I think I love him, I say silently to no one in particular,
"But I wanted to be. Nothing changes that." You can't be serious, I tell myself. He's your friend! A friend! Just a friend! Not a whole lot more, just a very good friend.
I cocked my head, several answering howls returned to my ears. There were no packs left here. "Which howl was it?" he asks again, changing the subject. "It has a mournful note in it."
"It was the howl of loneliness. It is the howl of a pack less wolf. Any song sung with the pack will not have that note in it. Not unless a pack member has died," I say.
"Why did you sing the howl?" he asks.
"Don't you see Elrond? I am alone," I reply, turning away from him. "I have no family. I have never had someone actually love me. My friends are all that I have, and sometimes I cannot help but to be jealous of them."
Elrond stands, speechless for a while. "There is nothing wrong with being jealous," he says quietly after a time, coming to stand beside me.
"Then why do I feel that there is?" I ask almost angrily. My tears are threatening to start spilling down my cheeks uncontrollably. I have not cried in an extraordinarily long time, so long I do not quite remember the last time I cried. "Why do I feel that there is something wrong with me being deathly jealous of you and Rhiadrieal? Two of my best friends?" Give me an answer, please and ease my pain, I plead silently.
"I – I do not know," Elrond admits.
"There," I say bitterly. "You, Elrond the all knowing and all wise, have no answer for me. And if I feel it is wrong, then it is wrong to me. Nothing you or anyone else says will change that." I turn and run, shifting into wolf form, the faster of my two bodies. I should not be mad at Elrond, I should not have said those words. I should have gone back and apologized, and I told myself. But, I continued to run from him.
"Mith, wait!" he said. I ignored him and ran farther away. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible, before he started to run after me, he is faster, then me in any body. I hear him start to run after me, but I continue running. I run, this time not for the joy of it but to escape the painful words I had said.
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Something large knocked into Mith's back, forcing her to the forest floor. In her panic, she shifted to elf form. Elrond climbed off her back, he had brought her down in a very undignified tackle. If there had been a more graceful, tactical way to do assuredly make her stop, he would have done so, but there wasn't. "Will you listen to me?" he asks, dusting himself off.
Mith got to her feet. "I guess," Mith replied.
"There is nothing wrong with being jealous. I have been jealous before, Rhiadrieal has been as well. I knew that for a while, she was deathly jealous of Arwen," Elrond said.
"When were you jealous?" Mith asked. Elrond looked at her but said nothing. "When?" she demanded. When he looked into her eyes and looked away, Mith said, "You do not need to lie for me."
"I knew you would not believe me," Elrond muttered.
Mith laughed at that. "Do you really think that you are a good liar?"
"Not in particular," Elrond mumbled.
"That is one thing you have always been horrible at, lying," Mith said in between peals of laughter. "I'm sorry I was angry, it's just a touchy subject," she said after she stopped laughing.
"Do you intend on going back with me? People will begin to wonder about us, it is nearly dawn?"
"Yes," Mith replied and started walking.
***
Rhiadrieal sat in Elladan's room, talking with her older brother. "I don't know if Legolas will come back though!" she exclaimed.
"You should not worry about him so much," Elladan told her. "He is the best archer I know and a fine warrior. He will survive."
"It's easy for you to say but I do worry!" Rhiadrieal replied. "I do not want to be left to wander alone, I love him."
"Sister, he loves you as well and you know he still wears the necklace you gave him," Elladan replied. "He will not let himself die and you know it. He loves you too much to go on and leave you by yourself."
"I just have thought about that so much. About when the time comes to go to the undying lands. I cannot leave my people. But, I cannot let go of Legolas, he means too much to me. And I will not die and leave him to go alone."
"Think about it when you need to. It would not do for you to worry yourself sick," Elladan said.
"I guess you're right. I can't help but worry," Rhiadrieal replied.
"Rest, you will want your sleep," Elladan advised. "Do not worry yourself sick."
"I won't, Rhiadrieal said, departing to go to her room and to bed for the night. She dressed in her nightgown and climbed into bed, blowing out the candle she had lit and set on the bedside table.
And she slept.
Rhiadrieal awoke at dawn, and climbed out of bed. She walked to one of the windows and threw it open. She glanced outside, looking towards where the sun would rise. She watched as the sun rose, painting the horizon with delicate pinks and oranges. She felt the first rays of sun play across her face. A silver tear tumbled down her cheek, she hated being away from Legolas, she loved him so much. She wanted to share the beautiful sight before her with Legolas, and yet she could not. She thought her heart was torn in two, it would explain the dull hurt there.