Angrod's POV
What the hell am I doing here I thought I was heading to Bree to see my mom again before I headed out to find some work; but now I seem to be tying myself to this Princess. Well she ain't all that bad; Idril - somehow I remember her from when I was a verry small boy of a few years old to right before they chased mom out of the castle, throwing her out because of me or should I say the bastard that fathered me.
Any way back to Idril, I kinda saved her from some beast that would have killed her. Still don't know why that pissed me off so much but it did and I eliminated the beast just because I could. Then all these Elves show up and the next thing I know its business as usual - them trying to kill me. Not too surprising happens all the time: first in Bree growing up the humans didn't understand that I was only half a dark elf; but they saw the dark skin and would sometimes weekly show up to beat me down which would usually lead to trying to kill me, but some thing would always seem to come between them and their goal of offing me. Then add into the fact that my father when he would show up he would just beat me and call me things like "Disappointing half-breed" or my personal favorite "No good bastard".
Damn I think that is the main reason that when the assassins guild found me and offered to train me I jumped at the offer just so I could get back at the one that fathered me. Still don't know why mom loves him still, I just hope that someone hasn't offed him already - I want that honor for myself.
Then there was all the wonderful Elves at the palace that they brought me back to and boy what a home coming it was: almost everyone wanted to see my back, probably so they could put the knife into it. Hehe, wouldn't that be about poetic justice an assassin getting a knife in the back. Oh well then things got worse for me; the Elves didn't trust me and the King, oh there was a joy in and of itself: turns out that he is Idril's father and he almost got too much out of me and that would have been fun explaining to people how an assassin got so damned close to the king and could do just about anything he wanted. Funny thing was all I really wanted to do was leave all the memorys far behind me. Then the Queen showed up and all hell broke loose she actually remembered me and mom.
Ho boy that was a fun bit of reminicing more on her part than mine she remembered the good of trying to let me grow in the castle, all I could remember was the veiled hatred, condisending looks and outright hate that was sent my way from just about everyone. Oh there were the pranks I would pull; I don't think the ones that remember them recall them with any warmth or fond thoughts. My pranks tended to be nasty at best and some were hurtful at worst. Oh well, then there was the trip back to Bree after I managed to talk my way out of being either run out of the castle or hung, happy thoughts eh! So Myself, Idril and her two guardians - Legolas and Estel as they were introduced to me, went off to find my mom in Bree. Now there was a happy bit of time for me! My mom was just about to be lynched again but I managed to get through to her before it got too ugly.
I managed to get her out of there before the crowd could work up its guile and remember there were only four of us and a mob of them damned piss-ant ignorant humans, couldn't they just open thier minds a bit...well if Elves can't don't know why the humans could get it either. Well now we are on our way back to the castle oh joy I really can't wait the only one who really treats me well is Idril and I don't really know too much about emotions to really know what I feel for her but hell I guess I'm willing to go through all the hell of the palace to find out; besides I will have mom to look after as well. Hopefully I will be able to pay her back for raising me and not just abandoning me like I think almost every one advised her to do. Well no time like the present to find out!
from the journal of Angrod (not dated.)
Idril's POV
Well, I guess it is safe to say that both Estel and Legolas are just a little too over protective, I am no longer a child, I have come of age and I can take care of myself. I wish Ada and Naneth would let me choose who I want to be with, I may be the only princess that our people have but I don't need to be treated like a wall-flower.
My friends can be so callous at times if they don't like someone but for them to tease Angrod like they did... that was uncalled for! I don't think that I will let Nidelraul Wisesting talk to me for quite a while after the things that he said.
I couldn't believe that Legolas went to Ada about me and Angrod and then to have Angrod do a blood-oath to him over my protection... that was not something I would have had him do, his word is enough for me! I have had a hard time trying to figure out why I blush when I either talk or just look in Angrods direction; I guess it could stem from the fact that he saved my neck in the woods the day we met, I mean that.. that Warg came out of nowhere and if it hadn't been for him using his blades the way he did I would be dead!
I should never have let my guard down when I was practicing and how long had he been sat watching me shoot my bow? All I know is that I feel safe around him and here we are now on our way to Bree to bring his Naneth home.
Good grief! those idiotic humans of Bree... trying to kill an innocent elleth just because she is different! It is a good thing Legolas and Estel arrived when they did or they may of had a incident between a Princess and some lowlife ruffians.
Angrod managed to get his Naneth back inside the house so that she could pack her bags ( by the Valar he is so handsome when he is in battle mode) and now we are back at the Inn and waiting to get Cannogin a horse to ride home on and then we shall leave.
Well we are now on our way home to the Starlit Woods and I can't wait to hug my Naneth and to surprise her when we walk in with Angrods Naneth behind us, I can see her face now. I wonder if Angrod would like to go for a starlit walk this evening?
Well I guess I had better put this away since it can be difficult to write and ride at the same time, even if i do this during our rest-times and such.
Oh well I shall write more soon, I hope that Angrod doesn't find this since it contains many things about him too!
from the Journal of Idril (not dated)
