1.1 Chapter 5: Legolas the Elf
"Wha…What??" said Marcie. "Are you serious?! Take off his tunic?!" "Who's gonna take off my tunic?" replied a very hazy Legolas. "Why, Marcie here is, my fair Legolas. Apparently you have a small wound on your shoulder that needs tending to. So, have fun!" said Colby, and with that she walked out.
Legolas tried to sit up, but since his shoulder was hurt, he winced with pain. "Oh don't trouble yourself. Lie back down," said Marcie. She found some aloe lotion and put some on the rag. Then, she carefully set it on the wound in which Legolas suddenly jerked in pain. "Ow!" said Legolas, "be careful." "Oh it doesn't hurt that much, now take it like a man!" said Marcie, as she forcefully made him lie back down. There was a moment of silence while Marcie treated his wound. "So, who are you?" he finally asked, staring contently at Marcie, for the first time seriously taking notice of her beautiful wavy hair, her deep brown eyes, her comforting smile. "I should be asking you the same question," said Marcie, disrupting his thoughts. "My true name is Amorfiwiel, but I am called Marcie because that is my name translated into "human" language." 'Human language,' he thought, 'but isn't she…' Then he noticed. She had pointy ears too! She was an elf! "I live in King Thranduil's palace.. I am one of the servants there," she continued, while all the while a tunic-less Legolas lay listening as she gently helped heal his wound. 'Wow, I guess I never noticed her before…gosh she's beautiful,' thought Legolas. "So, just who might you be?" she asked him gravely. "Also, why did you attack my friend and I?" she said raising one eyebrow. "Well," he started and sat up, to which Marcie couldn't help but notice his nice, strong figure. "I am Legolas Greenleaf, the Prince of Mirkwood." Marcie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. He continued with, "My friend Aragorn and I were talking of um…past events, when we noticed a home we had never seen before. We thought you were intruders, so we attacked." Marcie had been backing up and was now against the wall. "Does that answer your question?" She had her hand over her mouth, only imagining what was to happen to her for hurting the Prince.
"Wha…What??" said Marcie. "Are you serious?! Take off his tunic?!" "Who's gonna take off my tunic?" replied a very hazy Legolas. "Why, Marcie here is, my fair Legolas. Apparently you have a small wound on your shoulder that needs tending to. So, have fun!" said Colby, and with that she walked out.
Legolas tried to sit up, but since his shoulder was hurt, he winced with pain. "Oh don't trouble yourself. Lie back down," said Marcie. She found some aloe lotion and put some on the rag. Then, she carefully set it on the wound in which Legolas suddenly jerked in pain. "Ow!" said Legolas, "be careful." "Oh it doesn't hurt that much, now take it like a man!" said Marcie, as she forcefully made him lie back down. There was a moment of silence while Marcie treated his wound. "So, who are you?" he finally asked, staring contently at Marcie, for the first time seriously taking notice of her beautiful wavy hair, her deep brown eyes, her comforting smile. "I should be asking you the same question," said Marcie, disrupting his thoughts. "My true name is Amorfiwiel, but I am called Marcie because that is my name translated into "human" language." 'Human language,' he thought, 'but isn't she…' Then he noticed. She had pointy ears too! She was an elf! "I live in King Thranduil's palace.. I am one of the servants there," she continued, while all the while a tunic-less Legolas lay listening as she gently helped heal his wound. 'Wow, I guess I never noticed her before…gosh she's beautiful,' thought Legolas. "So, just who might you be?" she asked him gravely. "Also, why did you attack my friend and I?" she said raising one eyebrow. "Well," he started and sat up, to which Marcie couldn't help but notice his nice, strong figure. "I am Legolas Greenleaf, the Prince of Mirkwood." Marcie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped open. He continued with, "My friend Aragorn and I were talking of um…past events, when we noticed a home we had never seen before. We thought you were intruders, so we attacked." Marcie had been backing up and was now against the wall. "Does that answer your question?" She had her hand over her mouth, only imagining what was to happen to her for hurting the Prince.