A/N: I really don't think that I need to do this, but I may as well. When
I get a total of five reviews, you get another chapter.
~*Sky Magic*~
Chapter Three
I crept down the stairs, it was earlier then many would care to get up. I walked to the stables, I felt like training, and nothing was going to stop me.
"Hello, boy," I crooned to Firebird and held out my hand to him, a nice treat in my palm. Firebird stood in the back oh his stall, staring at me warily. I guess the treat won him over because he walked forward and allowed me to clip the lead rope to his halter.
I groomed him and checked his wounds, they were healing nicely. I cleaned out his stall and fed him. I didn't intend on riding him until his wounds were healed. I put him back in the stall and sat with him, talking for a while to him. I wanted him to know my voice and to trust me.
I heard the clip clop of hooves hitting the ground and climbed out of the saddle. I climbed out of Firebird's stall and fell on the ground. I picked myself and dusted myself off. The fall really didn't hurt, it was intentional.
I raced outside and saw an elf, climbing off his horse. Glorfindel! I screamed to myself. The captain of my father's guards was in Brie. What he was doing was not totally beyond me, I had some idea. He was looking for me.
When he had his back turned, I rushed past, into the inn, nearly knocking Mharia and Deoin, the innkeeper, I rushed past them and ran into my rooms, and shut the door behind me. I changed into cleaner clothing and sat on my bed.
I heard a soft knocking on my door. "Come in!" I called, not bothering to look over my shoulder. "It's unlocked." I immediately regretted my words when the door opened and closed, followed by the soft sound of elf footsteps.
Glorfindel sat on the bed next to me. "Rhiadrieal?" he asked.
"What?" I sighed, letting my hands fall into my lap.
"Are you ready to come home? You've made your point."
"What point?" I asked, I wasn't trying to make a point.
"That you are self sufficient," he said simply.
"That wasn't what I meant," I replied, my voice sharp. "I'm not trying to make a point!"
"Then what are you trying to do?"
"I don't know!" my voice was slowly rising to a yell.
"Then why did you run?"
I stood up and whirled around, looking into his face for the first time. "I killed my own kind! I didn't even want to kill him. I did at the time, but that was then and this…" I paused. "This is now."
"And why did that make you need to run?"
"Glorfindel," I said, my voice quiet. "I scared myself, Rivendell scared me. It scared me to be around elves, I was frightened of what I might do."
He stood and walked closer to me. "I have orders to take you back to Rivendell."
"I'm not going," I hissed. Then, before I knew it, he was holding both of my wrists in his hands.
"With or without force," Glorfindel told me calmly. "Don't make me bind you."
"Let go of my hands!" I shrieked.
"Not unlerr you come with me, Rhiadrieal," he replied calmly, I swear this elf could stay calm throughout anything.
"My name is not Rhiadrieal!" I yelled and wrenched my hands out of his grasp. "It's Raven."
He sighed and looked distraught, "Then if you have renounced your name, I will have to go back to Rivendell and inform Lord Elrond that I could find no daughter of his."
With that said, he walked out of my rooms. I watched his retreating back and felt ready to cry.
I unpacked my belongings and everything I had decided to take with me, I was going to be there for a while. I heard a soft knock on the door and walked to open it. "Mharia?" I asked. The girl, I should say woman, looked at me thoughtfully.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"I don't see why not," I replied and resumed unpacking as Mharia sat on the bed, watching me.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"One thousand, seven hundred and fifteen years old," I replied promptly. "One thousand, seven hundred and sixteen years old in a week," I added after a moment and Mharia burst out laughing.
"You look to be about seventeen or eighteen," Mharia said after she stopped laughing.
"Most elves look young," I muttered. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen," Mharia sighed. "Father's been trying to get me to marry."
"Do you want to get married to anyone?" I inquired.
"No, I haven't met someone I love yet," Mharia told me. "I won't get married to someone I don't love."
"I can't blame you," I said, sitting down next to her. "My father engaged me, without my consent, I was so mad. Unfortunately, my heart betrayed me," I added and grimaced.
"What makes you say that?"
"I fell in love with my fiancé."
"That isn't that bad is it?"
"For me it was, I was almost famous for hating practically everyone."
"Oh."
"So, why did you come up here?" I asked.
"I heard shouts," she answered simply.
"Oh."
"What was it about?" she asked softly. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to."
"I don't think I want to talk about it," I said, looking at my hands.
"Is Raven your real name?" Mharia asked suddenly after a long silence. "It seems odd for an elf name."
"No," I said simply. "I'm going to go train Firebird." I ran out the door, the conversation had gotten too uncomfortable. I ran down into the stables after grabbing a treat. I walked to Firebirds stall and whistled, then held out the treat. He came bounding for the treat and let me in. I sat in his stall, my back to the door and my legs curled underneath myself and talked to him. I did the talking, he listened. I stood up and kissed his nose and stroked his neck, he was a good horse and would some day, I hoped, be a famous horse.
A/N: I am the great one? Wow! I feel loved!
~*Sky Magic*~
~*Sky Magic*~
Chapter Three
I crept down the stairs, it was earlier then many would care to get up. I walked to the stables, I felt like training, and nothing was going to stop me.
"Hello, boy," I crooned to Firebird and held out my hand to him, a nice treat in my palm. Firebird stood in the back oh his stall, staring at me warily. I guess the treat won him over because he walked forward and allowed me to clip the lead rope to his halter.
I groomed him and checked his wounds, they were healing nicely. I cleaned out his stall and fed him. I didn't intend on riding him until his wounds were healed. I put him back in the stall and sat with him, talking for a while to him. I wanted him to know my voice and to trust me.
I heard the clip clop of hooves hitting the ground and climbed out of the saddle. I climbed out of Firebird's stall and fell on the ground. I picked myself and dusted myself off. The fall really didn't hurt, it was intentional.
I raced outside and saw an elf, climbing off his horse. Glorfindel! I screamed to myself. The captain of my father's guards was in Brie. What he was doing was not totally beyond me, I had some idea. He was looking for me.
When he had his back turned, I rushed past, into the inn, nearly knocking Mharia and Deoin, the innkeeper, I rushed past them and ran into my rooms, and shut the door behind me. I changed into cleaner clothing and sat on my bed.
I heard a soft knocking on my door. "Come in!" I called, not bothering to look over my shoulder. "It's unlocked." I immediately regretted my words when the door opened and closed, followed by the soft sound of elf footsteps.
Glorfindel sat on the bed next to me. "Rhiadrieal?" he asked.
"What?" I sighed, letting my hands fall into my lap.
"Are you ready to come home? You've made your point."
"What point?" I asked, I wasn't trying to make a point.
"That you are self sufficient," he said simply.
"That wasn't what I meant," I replied, my voice sharp. "I'm not trying to make a point!"
"Then what are you trying to do?"
"I don't know!" my voice was slowly rising to a yell.
"Then why did you run?"
I stood up and whirled around, looking into his face for the first time. "I killed my own kind! I didn't even want to kill him. I did at the time, but that was then and this…" I paused. "This is now."
"And why did that make you need to run?"
"Glorfindel," I said, my voice quiet. "I scared myself, Rivendell scared me. It scared me to be around elves, I was frightened of what I might do."
He stood and walked closer to me. "I have orders to take you back to Rivendell."
"I'm not going," I hissed. Then, before I knew it, he was holding both of my wrists in his hands.
"With or without force," Glorfindel told me calmly. "Don't make me bind you."
"Let go of my hands!" I shrieked.
"Not unlerr you come with me, Rhiadrieal," he replied calmly, I swear this elf could stay calm throughout anything.
"My name is not Rhiadrieal!" I yelled and wrenched my hands out of his grasp. "It's Raven."
He sighed and looked distraught, "Then if you have renounced your name, I will have to go back to Rivendell and inform Lord Elrond that I could find no daughter of his."
With that said, he walked out of my rooms. I watched his retreating back and felt ready to cry.
I unpacked my belongings and everything I had decided to take with me, I was going to be there for a while. I heard a soft knock on the door and walked to open it. "Mharia?" I asked. The girl, I should say woman, looked at me thoughtfully.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"I don't see why not," I replied and resumed unpacking as Mharia sat on the bed, watching me.
"How old are you?" she asked.
"One thousand, seven hundred and fifteen years old," I replied promptly. "One thousand, seven hundred and sixteen years old in a week," I added after a moment and Mharia burst out laughing.
"You look to be about seventeen or eighteen," Mharia said after she stopped laughing.
"Most elves look young," I muttered. "How old are you?"
"Eighteen," Mharia sighed. "Father's been trying to get me to marry."
"Do you want to get married to anyone?" I inquired.
"No, I haven't met someone I love yet," Mharia told me. "I won't get married to someone I don't love."
"I can't blame you," I said, sitting down next to her. "My father engaged me, without my consent, I was so mad. Unfortunately, my heart betrayed me," I added and grimaced.
"What makes you say that?"
"I fell in love with my fiancé."
"That isn't that bad is it?"
"For me it was, I was almost famous for hating practically everyone."
"Oh."
"So, why did you come up here?" I asked.
"I heard shouts," she answered simply.
"Oh."
"What was it about?" she asked softly. "You don't need to tell me if you don't want to."
"I don't think I want to talk about it," I said, looking at my hands.
"Is Raven your real name?" Mharia asked suddenly after a long silence. "It seems odd for an elf name."
"No," I said simply. "I'm going to go train Firebird." I ran out the door, the conversation had gotten too uncomfortable. I ran down into the stables after grabbing a treat. I walked to Firebirds stall and whistled, then held out the treat. He came bounding for the treat and let me in. I sat in his stall, my back to the door and my legs curled underneath myself and talked to him. I did the talking, he listened. I stood up and kissed his nose and stroked his neck, he was a good horse and would some day, I hoped, be a famous horse.
A/N: I am the great one? Wow! I feel loved!
~*Sky Magic*~