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Chapter 7
Naevien gasped in fear, visions of her nightmare running through her head, and turned around, her trembling hand on the hilt of her sword, Nardul. But it was not a Ringwraith that stood before her. It was a man, with tangled brown hair looking much like Naevien's except with streaks of gray, dressed in torn and soiled clothes, with weak-looking armor over the top that clanked in a noisy, annoying fashion. He was weaponless, or so it seemed. If he had a sword or knife he hid it well. He had keen green eyes, and his face was scarred from what seemed like many battles. He looked weary and harmless, but Naevien, still on alert, unsheathed her sword. Legolas came up and stood beside her, his hand ready to whip out an arrow as fast as lightning if necessary. Piong though, to their surprise, ran up to the strange man and started happily wagging his tail and groaning with delight as the man scratched behind his ears.
"Piong!" Naevien exclaimed in astonishment. She relaxed a bit, and drooped her sword by her side. She knew that Piong's judgment was usually good, except in the case of Legolas, which she still did not understand. She gazed curiously at the man.
"Who are you?" He looked up and smiled in a friendly way. But he did not answer.
"Who are you?" She asked him once more, more impatiently. The man's smile slowly faded and he looked down at Piong, still sitting by his side and clearly enjoying his company. Naevien grew nervous, and it tempted her to edge towards Legolas for protection. But she stood still and gazed back at the strange man. Suddenly it occurred to her that he looked familiar, but only for an instant.
"Will you not speak? Are you mute?" Naevien was about to give up on the man, she didn't know what to think of the situation or how to deal with him. She was about to turn around and walk onwards, when he laughed heartily.
"Mute? Me? How ridiculous!" He stopped speaking only to laugh once more. Naevien felt as if she was being mocked, and raised her sword. The man's smile faded again and he glared at Naevien.
"I don't mean harm, now. Lower the weapon girl, you're making your old man uneasy." Naevien widened her eyes, and believed she did not hear correctly.
"What?" She whispered. The man shrugged and gestured to her sword.
"Uneasy is what you're making me, I say! Look at how proudly you hold old Nardul! Why, one would think you knew how to use him!" At this he laughed again, and suddenly Naevien realized that this must indeed be her long-lost father. And truly, suddenly memories came flooding back to her and the face became more familiar with each second.
"Father?" She whispered and with a thud the sword slipped from her hand. He smiled warmly, and with a nod of his head, replied, "Ah so my girl finally recognizes her own father. It took you a while really, Naevien. Come here, it has been too long." Naevien came up and hugged her father, and a single tear of happiness to be reunited slid down her cheek. Then when they drew apart, he looked at her, seeing how much she grew. A proud look came to his eyes, and then his gaze drifted to Legolas, who was still standing in the exact spot. Naevien's father's eyes glittered mischievously, and he asked Naevien,
"So who be your, err, companion?" Naevien's cheeks reddened, and she hastily replied,
"It is Legolas. He is taking me to the Woodland Realm in which he lives." Then sadly added, "Our village was attacked, father! By Orcs! And me and Piong have nowhere to go."
"You never told me that." Legolas said, moving toward Naevien and her father. "For a while we were traveling to the Woodland Realm because of your dog's wound, but it seems to have healed." Naevien slowly lowered her head, not knowing what to say.
"So I suppose, you shall...leave us?" She gave flashed a worried look to her father, who looked concerned at his daughter. Legolas stiffened.
"No, no, I didn't say that. You can, you should, still come. You and your family." He said this a bit nervously, but the words cheered Naevien immensely, though she did not show it. She merely smiled.
"You are a good Elf, Legolas." She wanted to take his hand, but was aware of her father, who would make some unwanted remarks to her afterwards.
"Ah,, and so he is an Elf too?" Naevien's father mumbled so only she could hear, and chuckled to himself. Naevien blushed again.
"Let us be on our way. We have only one more day before we reach our destination." Legolas said.
"Yes, let us go! My name be Nurborion, by the way." He said to Legolas. Legolas slightly bowed his head, and replied, "Mine is Legolas. Well met, Nurborion." And with that they started off again, now traveling in a group of four companions.
AN: That's it for now. Don't worry, I'll explain more about her father and all that later. For now I'm tired, and so I'll go! I hope you liked it. Please review, how about at least 20 reviews (I have 18 currently) and I'll post another chapter. There. Bye!
Chapter 7
Naevien gasped in fear, visions of her nightmare running through her head, and turned around, her trembling hand on the hilt of her sword, Nardul. But it was not a Ringwraith that stood before her. It was a man, with tangled brown hair looking much like Naevien's except with streaks of gray, dressed in torn and soiled clothes, with weak-looking armor over the top that clanked in a noisy, annoying fashion. He was weaponless, or so it seemed. If he had a sword or knife he hid it well. He had keen green eyes, and his face was scarred from what seemed like many battles. He looked weary and harmless, but Naevien, still on alert, unsheathed her sword. Legolas came up and stood beside her, his hand ready to whip out an arrow as fast as lightning if necessary. Piong though, to their surprise, ran up to the strange man and started happily wagging his tail and groaning with delight as the man scratched behind his ears.
"Piong!" Naevien exclaimed in astonishment. She relaxed a bit, and drooped her sword by her side. She knew that Piong's judgment was usually good, except in the case of Legolas, which she still did not understand. She gazed curiously at the man.
"Who are you?" He looked up and smiled in a friendly way. But he did not answer.
"Who are you?" She asked him once more, more impatiently. The man's smile slowly faded and he looked down at Piong, still sitting by his side and clearly enjoying his company. Naevien grew nervous, and it tempted her to edge towards Legolas for protection. But she stood still and gazed back at the strange man. Suddenly it occurred to her that he looked familiar, but only for an instant.
"Will you not speak? Are you mute?" Naevien was about to give up on the man, she didn't know what to think of the situation or how to deal with him. She was about to turn around and walk onwards, when he laughed heartily.
"Mute? Me? How ridiculous!" He stopped speaking only to laugh once more. Naevien felt as if she was being mocked, and raised her sword. The man's smile faded again and he glared at Naevien.
"I don't mean harm, now. Lower the weapon girl, you're making your old man uneasy." Naevien widened her eyes, and believed she did not hear correctly.
"What?" She whispered. The man shrugged and gestured to her sword.
"Uneasy is what you're making me, I say! Look at how proudly you hold old Nardul! Why, one would think you knew how to use him!" At this he laughed again, and suddenly Naevien realized that this must indeed be her long-lost father. And truly, suddenly memories came flooding back to her and the face became more familiar with each second.
"Father?" She whispered and with a thud the sword slipped from her hand. He smiled warmly, and with a nod of his head, replied, "Ah so my girl finally recognizes her own father. It took you a while really, Naevien. Come here, it has been too long." Naevien came up and hugged her father, and a single tear of happiness to be reunited slid down her cheek. Then when they drew apart, he looked at her, seeing how much she grew. A proud look came to his eyes, and then his gaze drifted to Legolas, who was still standing in the exact spot. Naevien's father's eyes glittered mischievously, and he asked Naevien,
"So who be your, err, companion?" Naevien's cheeks reddened, and she hastily replied,
"It is Legolas. He is taking me to the Woodland Realm in which he lives." Then sadly added, "Our village was attacked, father! By Orcs! And me and Piong have nowhere to go."
"You never told me that." Legolas said, moving toward Naevien and her father. "For a while we were traveling to the Woodland Realm because of your dog's wound, but it seems to have healed." Naevien slowly lowered her head, not knowing what to say.
"So I suppose, you shall...leave us?" She gave flashed a worried look to her father, who looked concerned at his daughter. Legolas stiffened.
"No, no, I didn't say that. You can, you should, still come. You and your family." He said this a bit nervously, but the words cheered Naevien immensely, though she did not show it. She merely smiled.
"You are a good Elf, Legolas." She wanted to take his hand, but was aware of her father, who would make some unwanted remarks to her afterwards.
"Ah,, and so he is an Elf too?" Naevien's father mumbled so only she could hear, and chuckled to himself. Naevien blushed again.
"Let us be on our way. We have only one more day before we reach our destination." Legolas said.
"Yes, let us go! My name be Nurborion, by the way." He said to Legolas. Legolas slightly bowed his head, and replied, "Mine is Legolas. Well met, Nurborion." And with that they started off again, now traveling in a group of four companions.
AN: That's it for now. Don't worry, I'll explain more about her father and all that later. For now I'm tired, and so I'll go! I hope you liked it. Please review, how about at least 20 reviews (I have 18 currently) and I'll post another chapter. There. Bye!