A/N- Le is slightly pissed off. Hehehehe
Chapter 14- Anger leads to actions
Leyadriel went up and pulled out her dagger, catching her father's hair before throwing it in his face. She looked at Legolas and her anger softened and she leaned in, her cleavage in full view for both males. Leyadriel brushed her lips against Legolas' cheek as a sign she did not hold him responsible for her anger at her father.
Then she pointed her dagger at the two and said, "Too many people think I am a sniveling babe incapable of lifting a finger either defense or offense. That changes now."
The look in her eyes was crazed and she walked off. Elf and man looked at each other and went after her, no good could come of that look in her eye. She was walking faster and faster until the other two were running to keep up. Legolas saw where she was heading.
"Estel, she's heading towards the army registry!"
"Ai! Elbereth! Stop her, Legolas, stop her!"
Legolas sped up but when he caught her it was too late..she had already signed up for the Gondorian army.
***Later that Night***
Arwen's hand was her pillow, her hair a mess, her eyes bloodshot from crying. Aragorn she had locked out of their bedroom, he could sleep in the stables for the next few days for all she cared.
'She's going. She's going. My baby is going. His words made her go, my husband, her father, made her go. How dare he say those things! My baby! My daughter! My little girl! She marches towards Death.' Arwen thought.
The Evenstar's grace had been marred by her grief and distress at the news that her elfling, her only elfling, was going to be a soldier. She had gotten on her knees and pleaded with Leyadriel, begged for her to not go.
"Must your pride be your death?" She had cried.
"My pride is yours and that of all the elves, mother. You know that. Why disgrace it with spoken rumors of such weakness that does not exist? I shall go and I shall return no more marred then I was when I was a child."
"You are still a child! Still my child! Do not go, daughter, please do not go!"
Leyadriel had bowed her head sadly and whispered, "I am sorry that I cannot obey you mother. I truly am."
Now, even remembering the words they exchanged, Arwen felt like her baby was stabbing her. Felt like her only pride and joy was killing her. Arwen looked into her mirror and saw a ghostly reflection of mortality facing her. Leyadriel was her last attachment to the world of the Eldar, the only fruit of her loins that had the gift and curse of the Elves. Her Leyadriel was beautiful and regal, powerful and strong with wisdom buried inside her she had yet to discover....but she had such a great pride for her elvish blood and such a sense of her crown and the responsibility that came with that crown that she would not allow any to speak ill of it. The Eldar would not have a 'weak' queen.
'Damn the pride I gave her with that blood.' Arwen cursed herself, cursed her husband, cursed her veins and cursed Elbereth for allowing this, curse it all.
At the same time, in a different part of the castle someone else was contemplating Leyadriel's choice...
The elf prince was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, 'I should've stopped her sooner, should've gotten to her sooner.'
"Why didn't you?" A voice asked.
"Why didn't I what?" He replied.
"Stop me." The form of Leyadriel stepped from the shadows of his balcony into his room. He felt a little conscious of his body under his silk sheets. He felt very conscious Leyadriel's body, scantily clad in her night dress.
"Why didn't you, Legolas?"
He sighed and looked at her again. She looked so beautiful, so grown up. Her hair was loose and in midnight waves, her eyes were bright and her curves were shown by her silken night gown of forest green. The color suited her well; it emphasized her eyes and face more.
"Are you going to answer or are you going to stare?"
She was beautiful, his pen mir {little jewel}. Only now did he realize how grown up she was. Now she sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for an answer. He stroked her scarred cheek, an action he had adopted around her knowing it made her feel less marred and more loved, and he thought, 'She doesn't even know the world yet. She has her wings but has not yet used them. That isn't fair for she longs to.'
Then he finally answered her, "Part of me wanted you to spread your pretty wings and fly."
She smiled and embraced him, lightly kissing his cheek, "Diolla lle." {Thank you.}
"You're quite welcome, pen mir." {Little jewel}He replied kissing her cheek in return, "But please don't fly too far."
"I don't have to worry about that. I'm elven; they'll assign me to your group. You won't let me fly too far."
Little did they know that Elaren was listening at the door and was not pleased.
A/N- I don't care about the book too much, if you haven't realized I've already screwed half of Lego's book life up so please don't tell me that he didn't lead an army group because in my fic he does, Dammit! And a realize that the only action their getting is cheek kissing but, haven't you noticed that they frequently kiss each other cheek's? And isn't Elaren getting just slightly annoying? Find out more in the next chapter..dun dun dun.
Chapter 14- Anger leads to actions
Leyadriel went up and pulled out her dagger, catching her father's hair before throwing it in his face. She looked at Legolas and her anger softened and she leaned in, her cleavage in full view for both males. Leyadriel brushed her lips against Legolas' cheek as a sign she did not hold him responsible for her anger at her father.
Then she pointed her dagger at the two and said, "Too many people think I am a sniveling babe incapable of lifting a finger either defense or offense. That changes now."
The look in her eyes was crazed and she walked off. Elf and man looked at each other and went after her, no good could come of that look in her eye. She was walking faster and faster until the other two were running to keep up. Legolas saw where she was heading.
"Estel, she's heading towards the army registry!"
"Ai! Elbereth! Stop her, Legolas, stop her!"
Legolas sped up but when he caught her it was too late..she had already signed up for the Gondorian army.
***Later that Night***
Arwen's hand was her pillow, her hair a mess, her eyes bloodshot from crying. Aragorn she had locked out of their bedroom, he could sleep in the stables for the next few days for all she cared.
'She's going. She's going. My baby is going. His words made her go, my husband, her father, made her go. How dare he say those things! My baby! My daughter! My little girl! She marches towards Death.' Arwen thought.
The Evenstar's grace had been marred by her grief and distress at the news that her elfling, her only elfling, was going to be a soldier. She had gotten on her knees and pleaded with Leyadriel, begged for her to not go.
"Must your pride be your death?" She had cried.
"My pride is yours and that of all the elves, mother. You know that. Why disgrace it with spoken rumors of such weakness that does not exist? I shall go and I shall return no more marred then I was when I was a child."
"You are still a child! Still my child! Do not go, daughter, please do not go!"
Leyadriel had bowed her head sadly and whispered, "I am sorry that I cannot obey you mother. I truly am."
Now, even remembering the words they exchanged, Arwen felt like her baby was stabbing her. Felt like her only pride and joy was killing her. Arwen looked into her mirror and saw a ghostly reflection of mortality facing her. Leyadriel was her last attachment to the world of the Eldar, the only fruit of her loins that had the gift and curse of the Elves. Her Leyadriel was beautiful and regal, powerful and strong with wisdom buried inside her she had yet to discover....but she had such a great pride for her elvish blood and such a sense of her crown and the responsibility that came with that crown that she would not allow any to speak ill of it. The Eldar would not have a 'weak' queen.
'Damn the pride I gave her with that blood.' Arwen cursed herself, cursed her husband, cursed her veins and cursed Elbereth for allowing this, curse it all.
At the same time, in a different part of the castle someone else was contemplating Leyadriel's choice...
The elf prince was lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling, 'I should've stopped her sooner, should've gotten to her sooner.'
"Why didn't you?" A voice asked.
"Why didn't I what?" He replied.
"Stop me." The form of Leyadriel stepped from the shadows of his balcony into his room. He felt a little conscious of his body under his silk sheets. He felt very conscious Leyadriel's body, scantily clad in her night dress.
"Why didn't you, Legolas?"
He sighed and looked at her again. She looked so beautiful, so grown up. Her hair was loose and in midnight waves, her eyes were bright and her curves were shown by her silken night gown of forest green. The color suited her well; it emphasized her eyes and face more.
"Are you going to answer or are you going to stare?"
She was beautiful, his pen mir {little jewel}. Only now did he realize how grown up she was. Now she sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for an answer. He stroked her scarred cheek, an action he had adopted around her knowing it made her feel less marred and more loved, and he thought, 'She doesn't even know the world yet. She has her wings but has not yet used them. That isn't fair for she longs to.'
Then he finally answered her, "Part of me wanted you to spread your pretty wings and fly."
She smiled and embraced him, lightly kissing his cheek, "Diolla lle." {Thank you.}
"You're quite welcome, pen mir." {Little jewel}He replied kissing her cheek in return, "But please don't fly too far."
"I don't have to worry about that. I'm elven; they'll assign me to your group. You won't let me fly too far."
Little did they know that Elaren was listening at the door and was not pleased.
A/N- I don't care about the book too much, if you haven't realized I've already screwed half of Lego's book life up so please don't tell me that he didn't lead an army group because in my fic he does, Dammit! And a realize that the only action their getting is cheek kissing but, haven't you noticed that they frequently kiss each other cheek's? And isn't Elaren getting just slightly annoying? Find out more in the next chapter..dun dun dun.