Chapter 6: Questions and Answers: Part 2
"Pri…Prince Legolas why, I didn't even recognize you, I…oh my…" she gulped as she bowed down low. He laughed as he observed this. "'Tis alright, Lady Marcie, no harm will be done to you," he said as if reading her mind. "Please, call me Marcie, Prince Legolas," she said as she stood to continue bandaging his wound. "I will, only if you call me Legolas," he said with a smirk. "Very well," she said, and she jokingly added, "Now lie back down before I wound you again!"
Meanwhile, Colby was still attending to Aragorn's wounds, which included the nasty bump from Marcie's branch. He had finally come to his senses and they were making good conversation. "So, let me get this straight," Colby said, "you're a King, heir to the Throne of Gondor, Isildur's heir?" "Yes, that is correct," replied Aragorn. "Ooooh boy," said Colby, and she laughed as she said, "Marcie really got you good with that branch." "But it's true!" cried Aragorn. "Yah, I'll believe that when..when, I meet the Prince of Mirkwood. Ha!" she said as she tended his head wound. As she did so, Strider couldn't help but notice her features like her hair, her eyes, her smile, and how she seemed way more prettier than Arwen. Everything about her had a certain "glow" to it. Oh, Arwen, how he dreamed of her. But he smiled thankfully, glad now that he hadn't married her for it would have never worked out. "So you say your name is Strider, eh?" asked Colby. "Yes, Strider, Aragorn, Estel, I have many names," said he. "And cool, you wear a hood too. I am such a trendsetter," she said with a laugh. "Yes, the hood is to keep my identity a secret," he said. "Yah, I'm sure," she said. "Well then, you get some rest now. I'll check on you later." She got up and quietly shut the door, leaving him to his dreams and thoughts…which were mainly about her.
"Pri…Prince Legolas why, I didn't even recognize you, I…oh my…" she gulped as she bowed down low. He laughed as he observed this. "'Tis alright, Lady Marcie, no harm will be done to you," he said as if reading her mind. "Please, call me Marcie, Prince Legolas," she said as she stood to continue bandaging his wound. "I will, only if you call me Legolas," he said with a smirk. "Very well," she said, and she jokingly added, "Now lie back down before I wound you again!"
Meanwhile, Colby was still attending to Aragorn's wounds, which included the nasty bump from Marcie's branch. He had finally come to his senses and they were making good conversation. "So, let me get this straight," Colby said, "you're a King, heir to the Throne of Gondor, Isildur's heir?" "Yes, that is correct," replied Aragorn. "Ooooh boy," said Colby, and she laughed as she said, "Marcie really got you good with that branch." "But it's true!" cried Aragorn. "Yah, I'll believe that when..when, I meet the Prince of Mirkwood. Ha!" she said as she tended his head wound. As she did so, Strider couldn't help but notice her features like her hair, her eyes, her smile, and how she seemed way more prettier than Arwen. Everything about her had a certain "glow" to it. Oh, Arwen, how he dreamed of her. But he smiled thankfully, glad now that he hadn't married her for it would have never worked out. "So you say your name is Strider, eh?" asked Colby. "Yes, Strider, Aragorn, Estel, I have many names," said he. "And cool, you wear a hood too. I am such a trendsetter," she said with a laugh. "Yes, the hood is to keep my identity a secret," he said. "Yah, I'm sure," she said. "Well then, you get some rest now. I'll check on you later." She got up and quietly shut the door, leaving him to his dreams and thoughts…which were mainly about her.