Chapter Ten
Rhiadrieal stood in front of a mirror, brushing her hair. It was nowhere near dry, and if she did not dry it, would grow wavy and annoying. She spotted something on her cheek. It was a faint tiny scar, close to her cheek. She expected Legolas to stop by any moment, she had managed to break her right arm while riding, actually falling, she didn't know why she had been confined to bed, it was only her arm.
She set down her brush and stared, something pulling at her mind. Where was it from? She didn't quite remember, she searched her memory, nothing familiar came to her. A voice echoed in her mind, filling it with cruel words and curses. Rhiadrieal stared into the mirror, an orc face stared back. "I have made my mark on you, raven one, and whenever you look at yourself, you will see me!" a harsh voice said in her mind, above all of the other ones.
Rhiadrieal screamed and lashed out at the mirror, breaking it. She turned and ran, not noticing the pain in her hand.
***
"It took me hours to find you," someone behind Rhiadrieal said. She was standing in a garden; eyes shut tightly, glad to feel the last rays of fading sun and smell the fresh air. Legolas, she thought.
"Did it?" Rhiadrieal asked softly, opening her eyes and turning around to face him.
"I was worried. I walked into your room to find the mirror smashed and blood on the floor," he said, moving closer to hold her in his arms.
"I'm sorry," Rhiadrieal said, leaning her head on Legolas' shoulder.
"May I see your hand?" he asked.
"I guess," Rhiadrieal said, stepping back and offering him a bloody hand. It was still bleeding sluggishly.
"We're going in," Legolas said. "We need to get this bandaged."
"Must we?" Rhiadrieal asked.
"Yes," Legolas replied.
"Positive?"
"Yes."
"What if I don't want to?" Rhiadrieal questioned.
"Must I carry you in?" Legolas replied, turning to face her.
"I refuse to go in," Rhiadrieal replied stubbornly.
"Elbereth! You are stubborn!" Legolas said, walking back to her.
"Are you one to talk?" Rhiadrieal demanded. "Put me down!" she told Legolas, who had picked her up and was walking back to the castle.
"No. We need to see to your hand," Legolas replied.
"I can walk! I'm not that helpless!"
"But, you wouldn't walk now would you?" Legolas sighed.
"I will now!"
"Really?"
"No."
"You are truly annoying!"
A/N: Short chapter. Sorry, it leads to other things, it is not a totally pointless chapter though! Sorry it took so long to write!
~*Sky Magic*~
Rhiadrieal stood in front of a mirror, brushing her hair. It was nowhere near dry, and if she did not dry it, would grow wavy and annoying. She spotted something on her cheek. It was a faint tiny scar, close to her cheek. She expected Legolas to stop by any moment, she had managed to break her right arm while riding, actually falling, she didn't know why she had been confined to bed, it was only her arm.
She set down her brush and stared, something pulling at her mind. Where was it from? She didn't quite remember, she searched her memory, nothing familiar came to her. A voice echoed in her mind, filling it with cruel words and curses. Rhiadrieal stared into the mirror, an orc face stared back. "I have made my mark on you, raven one, and whenever you look at yourself, you will see me!" a harsh voice said in her mind, above all of the other ones.
Rhiadrieal screamed and lashed out at the mirror, breaking it. She turned and ran, not noticing the pain in her hand.
***
"It took me hours to find you," someone behind Rhiadrieal said. She was standing in a garden; eyes shut tightly, glad to feel the last rays of fading sun and smell the fresh air. Legolas, she thought.
"Did it?" Rhiadrieal asked softly, opening her eyes and turning around to face him.
"I was worried. I walked into your room to find the mirror smashed and blood on the floor," he said, moving closer to hold her in his arms.
"I'm sorry," Rhiadrieal said, leaning her head on Legolas' shoulder.
"May I see your hand?" he asked.
"I guess," Rhiadrieal said, stepping back and offering him a bloody hand. It was still bleeding sluggishly.
"We're going in," Legolas said. "We need to get this bandaged."
"Must we?" Rhiadrieal asked.
"Yes," Legolas replied.
"Positive?"
"Yes."
"What if I don't want to?" Rhiadrieal questioned.
"Must I carry you in?" Legolas replied, turning to face her.
"I refuse to go in," Rhiadrieal replied stubbornly.
"Elbereth! You are stubborn!" Legolas said, walking back to her.
"Are you one to talk?" Rhiadrieal demanded. "Put me down!" she told Legolas, who had picked her up and was walking back to the castle.
"No. We need to see to your hand," Legolas replied.
"I can walk! I'm not that helpless!"
"But, you wouldn't walk now would you?" Legolas sighed.
"I will now!"
"Really?"
"No."
"You are truly annoying!"
A/N: Short chapter. Sorry, it leads to other things, it is not a totally pointless chapter though! Sorry it took so long to write!
~*Sky Magic*~
