Yeah...here's chapter two. It's small, and doesn't really go anywhere, I'm lacking in the idea's department. I get horrible writer's block. If anyone has any suggestions I would be forever grateful. Thanks!
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Nadria sat before a vanity as the stout elf fixed her hair with two small braids weaved so the hair would not be a bother to the elven princess. The braids fell behind her ears, leaving the rest of her raven hair it's freedom to do as it pleased as it cascaded down her back in light waves just above her hips.
"Thank you, Nalia." Nadria spoke quietly, turning to look into her face. She stood, a height of 5'6, clad in a garmet of green, biasly cut forming a pool around her feet which could not be seen.
"You're quite welcome,"Nalia began,"you look beautiful, that dress brings out your eyes very nicely." The care taker bowed, excusing herself and leaving Nadria to her own.
It was not long before the young princess took it upon herself to explore the strange world of Mirkwood, for the sun had risen and another day had begun. The autumn wind had a feirce bite that day, whiping about the city with strong blows. Nadria was amazed by the city, it was far from that of Rivendell. A city in the trees, it was breath taking.
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Legolas sat on the bank of a miniscule pond, watching as the water dripped into it from over the rocks at the end of the tiny stream. The day was clear and he enjoyed counting the ripples atop the water. It was peaceful, something he was still getting used to, and it was then, as he thought of the peace that had layed upon his heart a sound disturbed him. He turned his head, gazeing behind him, a figure teading lightly through the trees, he sighed. No doubt would they soon be invadeing his privacy. It occured to him then, that the figure could not be identified either male or female. It was wearing a cover, a cloak, hiding it's face. He decided then, for sport, to hide, to see what would happen. In his mind, he had no doubt that Talwen had come to summon him forth. His father was forseen to return that day, and no doubt beckoned his son. A boulder not far from were Legolas sat on the shore seemed the most logical place to dissapear behind, pulling himself out of sight. He was suprised when the figur came into clearer veiw, it did not put it's hands up to call, or raise it's voice. No, it brought its self to the shore of the tiny oasis, just standing at the edge, staring out, much as Legolas spent his day doing. He was intrigued, why would Talwen look over the pond, why not search for him? Legolas stepped forward, looking over the figure that stood in the midnight cloak.
"Talwen?" Legolas' voice rang through the tiny meadow. He watched as the figure jumped, falling backwards from surprise, loosing its hood in the process. Legolas was amazed to see an elven maid upon the ground infront of him, propped up on her elbows. He was taken aback by her complection, for her skin was the color of polished bronze, and hair as dark as the raven's feather. He had never seen an elf such as she. Her eyes, were the greatest riddle of all to him, though. Her irises were made of emeralds and flecked with silver. They seemed endless, form this dimesion to the next.
"I suppose not." Legolas suggested to the elven maiden, as he laughed, reaching down a hand to help her up. She looked up at it, before picking herself up on her own.
"I can get up on my own." she spat back, standing gingerly, and dusting the dirt from her gown.
"I had no doubt, I wished simply to be polite." he said, placeing his hands behind his back.
"Polite?" she asked, lifting a brow,"I would not know you could be so." she eyed him, smugly.
Legolas looked at her, slightly angered,"You insult me, Lady, I have done nothing to bring you hatred to me."
"I haven't time for you, Lord." She turned, beggining to walk away, only stopped by the laughter that rang behind her. Her heels switched, and she faced again.
"A name, maiden?" he asked with a smirk, bowing to her.
"Nadria." she said, dropping her head with reluctance. Legolas was stunned...he was picking on Lord Elrond's daughter. Talwen had a point, she was beautiful, there was no doubt. Her features were exotic, mysterious.
Legolas stood, looking to her,"My apologies, Lady Nadria, I did not know."
Nadria stared at him for a moment,"You apologise because I am royalty. Keep your apology, for it means nothing to me." Nadria walked off, not turning back.
For a long while, Legolas stared after the elf-maiden with the firery tongue. He couldn't say he liked her, buthe couldn't say he didn't. It had been a long time since someone hadn't treated him with false respect. It had been a long time since someone hadn't treaated him with repsect at all.
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Um...yeah. I hope you all like? Please review!
Next Chapter: The meeting with Thranduil, and Nadria gets a shock when she finds out Legolas is the Prince of Mirkwood.
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Nadria sat before a vanity as the stout elf fixed her hair with two small braids weaved so the hair would not be a bother to the elven princess. The braids fell behind her ears, leaving the rest of her raven hair it's freedom to do as it pleased as it cascaded down her back in light waves just above her hips.
"Thank you, Nalia." Nadria spoke quietly, turning to look into her face. She stood, a height of 5'6, clad in a garmet of green, biasly cut forming a pool around her feet which could not be seen.
"You're quite welcome,"Nalia began,"you look beautiful, that dress brings out your eyes very nicely." The care taker bowed, excusing herself and leaving Nadria to her own.
It was not long before the young princess took it upon herself to explore the strange world of Mirkwood, for the sun had risen and another day had begun. The autumn wind had a feirce bite that day, whiping about the city with strong blows. Nadria was amazed by the city, it was far from that of Rivendell. A city in the trees, it was breath taking.
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Legolas sat on the bank of a miniscule pond, watching as the water dripped into it from over the rocks at the end of the tiny stream. The day was clear and he enjoyed counting the ripples atop the water. It was peaceful, something he was still getting used to, and it was then, as he thought of the peace that had layed upon his heart a sound disturbed him. He turned his head, gazeing behind him, a figure teading lightly through the trees, he sighed. No doubt would they soon be invadeing his privacy. It occured to him then, that the figure could not be identified either male or female. It was wearing a cover, a cloak, hiding it's face. He decided then, for sport, to hide, to see what would happen. In his mind, he had no doubt that Talwen had come to summon him forth. His father was forseen to return that day, and no doubt beckoned his son. A boulder not far from were Legolas sat on the shore seemed the most logical place to dissapear behind, pulling himself out of sight. He was suprised when the figur came into clearer veiw, it did not put it's hands up to call, or raise it's voice. No, it brought its self to the shore of the tiny oasis, just standing at the edge, staring out, much as Legolas spent his day doing. He was intrigued, why would Talwen look over the pond, why not search for him? Legolas stepped forward, looking over the figure that stood in the midnight cloak.
"Talwen?" Legolas' voice rang through the tiny meadow. He watched as the figure jumped, falling backwards from surprise, loosing its hood in the process. Legolas was amazed to see an elven maid upon the ground infront of him, propped up on her elbows. He was taken aback by her complection, for her skin was the color of polished bronze, and hair as dark as the raven's feather. He had never seen an elf such as she. Her eyes, were the greatest riddle of all to him, though. Her irises were made of emeralds and flecked with silver. They seemed endless, form this dimesion to the next.
"I suppose not." Legolas suggested to the elven maiden, as he laughed, reaching down a hand to help her up. She looked up at it, before picking herself up on her own.
"I can get up on my own." she spat back, standing gingerly, and dusting the dirt from her gown.
"I had no doubt, I wished simply to be polite." he said, placeing his hands behind his back.
"Polite?" she asked, lifting a brow,"I would not know you could be so." she eyed him, smugly.
Legolas looked at her, slightly angered,"You insult me, Lady, I have done nothing to bring you hatred to me."
"I haven't time for you, Lord." She turned, beggining to walk away, only stopped by the laughter that rang behind her. Her heels switched, and she faced again.
"A name, maiden?" he asked with a smirk, bowing to her.
"Nadria." she said, dropping her head with reluctance. Legolas was stunned...he was picking on Lord Elrond's daughter. Talwen had a point, she was beautiful, there was no doubt. Her features were exotic, mysterious.
Legolas stood, looking to her,"My apologies, Lady Nadria, I did not know."
Nadria stared at him for a moment,"You apologise because I am royalty. Keep your apology, for it means nothing to me." Nadria walked off, not turning back.
For a long while, Legolas stared after the elf-maiden with the firery tongue. He couldn't say he liked her, buthe couldn't say he didn't. It had been a long time since someone hadn't treated him with false respect. It had been a long time since someone hadn't treaated him with repsect at all.
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Um...yeah. I hope you all like? Please review!
Next Chapter: The meeting with Thranduil, and Nadria gets a shock when she finds out Legolas is the Prince of Mirkwood.