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Legolas let loose yet another arrow to the target across from him. It landed pretty far from the bulls eyes, much to his dismay. Throwing his bow down with frustration, Legolas raked his fingers angrily through his hair. This had been a very bad day for him in Mirkwood.
~~~~Flashback~~~~
"Legolas I am glad that you and Victoria made it out of that cave well, but I have matters to discuss with you.." King Thranduil said. Legolas smiled and motioned for him to continue.
"It has come to that time in your life when you find a suitable bride.." The king said. Legolas' mouth literally dropped open. Scrambling to his feet, he looked to his regal father with crazed eyes.
"Come Ada, you cannot possibly be serious!" Legolas exclaimed with knitted eyebrows. His father just gazed at him curiously.
"Well of course I am serious Legolas" Thranduil replied. Legolas bit down on his lip and turned away to look out the window.
"You knew this time would come..." His father stated more then a question. Legolas then turned back to his father with dim eyes, his lips set in a thin line.
The king looked into the now cold eyes of his son. Legolas turned and walked over to an open window and gently placed his slender hand on the sill. He listened to the soft chips of the birds, trying to push his fathers fresh words out of his head. Thranduil came up behind him and gently placed a hand on the prince' shoulder.
"Please Legolas..you know as well as I, that the call of the sea draws near for me.." He said almost in a whisper. Legolas closed his eyes solemnly. He hated this...oh how he loathed this...
"You ask much of me Ada..I cannot just court a stranger and settle down for the rest of my life..I desire to fall in love..like you and Nana.." Legolas said softly. He felt himself be turned around to face his father in the eye. His blue eyes were gentle.
"I do understand you Legolas..but I'm afraid, that might not be possible..Time is of the essence..You know that..But I will give time. I will send for maidens, for one of them is bound to win your heart." The king said almost simply. Fire burned like embers in Legolas' blue eyes. How dare he, one, most of all his father, talk as if his heart was something to simply be taken.
"Ada..How could you speak like that.." He began softly, but then let his anger loose.
"I am not a prize to be won!" Legolas cried and turned away.
"Legolas, do not raise your voice to me! tis very childish. You are not a child! You are a Prince of Mirkwood!" The king snapped, pounding a fist on a table beside him.
"As if, I do not know! and I am not proud of it. " Legolas then said, disgust in his voice. His father looked set to whip out his bow.
"Do not ever speak to me in such a way..You will marry..if it be my choice." The kind then said in a low tone. Legolas felt as if someone squeezed his heart in a vice grip.
"I will enjoy to see you try.." The elf prince then found himself saying before turning and leaving the room, fuming in his anger.
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Legolas slumped down to the ground and leaned against a tree. Wringing his hands through his long locks of golden hair, he let out a sigh. His shoulders felt undeniably tense and pain of frustration pulsed through his forehead. At least it was quiet and there was no one to bother him..
"I cannot believe this is happening.." He murmured outloud to himself. He did not hear the mischievous pure healer as she swooped down.
"Hear what!?" said a voice. Legolas looked to his right to see none other then Victoria hanging upside down, a mere few inches away from his face. Legolas yelped in surprise. Victoria yelped sarcastically.
The elf put a hand to his face.
"Victoria..damn you!.." He cried with closed eyes. "You certainly will be the death of me." He then said in a flat tone. Victoria smirked, still upside down. The leaves of the tree hid the rest of her body except her waist and up. Her long mass of brown hair draped around her face like a curtain. She could have been mistaken for a large sleeping bat.
"muhaha.." She muttered simply. She then slightly gazed at him curiously. He seemed to be distressed about something by the way he buried his face in his hands and mumbled silent curses.
"So what's wrong with you Barbie boy?" She asked still hanging upside down, enjoying the rush of adrenaline as she hung from the branch.
"I would rather not speak about it, if that is allright with you." He snapped with knit eyebrows. Victoria glared.
"Well, someone certainly woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." She observed with a huff. Legolas was silent as he rubbed his tense forehead. Victoria then cursed as she felt her leg slip and she fell into an ungraceful heap upon the ground next to the fuming elf.
Yet he did not laugh. Victoria brushed herself off and just gazed at him. She couldn't help but smirk. Staring until he snapped was going to be fun, she thought.
She folded her hands and continued to stare at him. Five minutes passed by but he did not acknowledge her. Victoria had a casual look to her face as she observed him.
His legs were brought up to his lithe chest and his hands rested upon his face. His golden hair gleamed in the late sunlight and his light seemed to haze angrily around him. She was too busy and almost fell over at his sudden reaction.
"What!?" He hissed rasing a high eyebrow. She smirked yet gain.
"Why do you insist to stay in my presence when I desire none?.." He asked in a low voice.
"I am just gonna stay here until you tell me why your a such an ass all of a sudden" She said simply. She then scooted closer to him, curiosity on her features. Legolas turned his body around stubbornly until he faced the opposite direction. With a silent 'muhaha' Victoria crawled over to face his new direction. He glared and then turned around to not face her yet again.
Victoria with a playful grin, sat down yet again in the direction he turned to face. He did not want to look at her. He turned again, and as Victoria was about to follow that, she was suddenly lying on the ground, Legolas hovering over her.
His face was close to hers as he spoke.
"I do not suppose you would like to be my target during archery practice. But you are certainly asking to feel my wrath.." He said, narrowing his eyes. From where she lay, she still smirked.
"I would leave you alone, if you simply would tell me what bothered you." She muttered, brushing a few strands of his hair away from her face. He looked questioningly for a moment before sitting back up, allowing her to get up as well.
He then ripped up a few shards of grass, fresh anger rushing over him, like the waters of the caves.
"My father has informed me, that he wishes to see me wed soon.." Legolas said quietly. She raised her eyebrows trying to keep her mouth to a close.
"It angers me so! I wish not to court a giggling maiden. But it seems, that all of them are like that..well except you my young rebel.." He said to her. Victoria just snorted as she sat down beside the explaining elf.
"He does not understand that I wish to fall in love.." Legolas then said quietly. Victoria rolled her eyes stiffly.
"What the hell is up with you elves and love?.." She asked in a cold tone. The elf looked to her sheepishly.
"Well, stone heart, you would not know much about that, I presume hmm?.." He asked. Victoria just shrugged her shoulders. Legolas raised a hand to his forehead again and let out a sigh.
"I believe, that I am receiving what you call a migraine?.." He asked. Victoria gazed at him curiously.
"So your being forced to marry a little bimbo?" Victoria asked tearing up a small leaf that was nestled on the ground beside her. Legolas closed his eyes as a comforting breeze softly caressed his face.
"Well, quite frankly he had allowed me to pick my choice but it had been a long time of my life..and I have not found anyone.." Legolas confessed, almost ashamed.
"Bummer Barbie boy.." She murmured shaking her head. Legolas then turned to her, a lopsided grin on his face.
"You told me that a Barbie is a blond play toy for children. I am not quite sure that I enjoy being called after a toy.." He said grinning. She just snorted and gently bumped her shoulder with his.
"Your gonna have to deal with it...Barbie boy.." Victoria then said. Legolas then smiled at her. That same smile he had upon his beautiful features before they almost kissed in the cave. Victoria studied him for a moment. He seemed to bask in a halo of not only his own light but also with the light of the sun that shined down upon him like an angel. The soft skin of his face seemed to be as flawless as that as white marble. The woven golden silk that was his hair all too looked like locks of light itself.
Victoria realized that she must have been gazing at the elf like it was her scientific fascination and quickly turned away. Legolas noticed this and could not help but grin to himself.
"I feel as if, I am but a simple elf with many admirers who desire my crown.." Legolas said, his voice barely above a whisper. There was even the tiniest tinges of shame in his tone. The girl turned back to him, question in her bright green eyes. He let out a soft sigh and tore up more shards of grass, slowly letting the deep strands of green fall from his frustrated grasp and to the hard ground.
"That is all I am looked as upon..a prize..some sort or trophy.." The elf prince muttered, harsh anger washing over him like a deep wool blanket.
"No worries dude..if worse comes to worse, you could always runaway, change your name and become a street performer who lives in a cardboard box." Victoria piped up, sarcastically. Legolas looked to the pure healer with those same confused eyes.
"First Barbie boy..now dude?..these endearments strike me amusing, though I have yet to know what a dude is.." Legolas replied sheepishly.
"Well, I am going to head over to weaponsmith boy's place, wanna come?" Victoria asked getting to her feet and looked to him. He slowly shook his head with that oh so soft smile of his.
"Diola lle lirimaer (thank you lovely one)..but I will have to decline of your offer.. I yet to find more peace in my thoughts..." Legolas said with a calm expression. Victoria nodded and then snorted.
"Well, don't go too far..If I find you having conversations with yourself..I will not take that as a very good sign.." Victoria said with a smirk. Legolas laughed at her statement.
Victoria turned to walk in the direction of Rialan's talan nearby but then turned one last time to look at the elf prince who got up from his shady seat under the big oak, to shoot arrows. His eyebrows were aligned in concentration.
Victoria gazed at him for a moment. As she looked upon this creature she knew that Legolas was a wise being indeed..He had but a few years until the age of 3000, and had already watched the world around him change. To see trees grow and die..to see the people of the race of men slowly wither away for there life's was but a day in the eyes of an elf. Yet the golden haired prince had the air of youth about him. Not only in his rare beautiful features..but in the sense of him. Only probably being of the age of his earliest twenties perhaps even nineteen in human years. Like his ancient father, an aura of firmness and power was also in him. It was in his eyes. Those eyes of being a warrior and majestic royalty.
"He is an Eldar..yet is also a young adult like me.." Victoria murmured, casting him one more glance before turning in the opposite direction. The wind swept back in her path as she walked...
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Rialan stopped mid way through his sentence. Victoria was sitting at the window of his talan, apparently throwing berries out at something. With a rather mischievous expression, Rialan cleared his throat with a grin. But her attention did not cease from what remained outside. Finally getting to his feet, Rialan approached her side and cleverly held the bowl of berries away from the table. Her hand that had been moving in a cycle like motion, grabbing a berry every few seconds now reached again, only to feel no bowl on the table.
Her head turned away from the window to look for the bowl. Rialan then held it to her face.
"Looking for something?" Rialan asked with a cheeky grin, referring to the bowl of red berries. She said nothing but took the bowl from his hands and resumed with her amusement. Victoria sniggered to herself.
"What has so taken your interest my friend?.." Rialan asked trying to look over her shoulder.
Yet she was still silent, and threw another berry at her mysterious target. The Mirkwood weaponsmith looked past her below his talan which was in the branches of a high tree. There on a stone bench sat an elf couple, embraced in a kiss of passion. Rialan respectfully turned his back to the couple and then glared to the girl who was sitting down beside him, obviously throwing berries at them.
"There are more uses for berries then throwing them at elves making out..they also make a quite a hair dye.." Victoria muttered to herself, uttering a loud snort. Rialan rolled his eyes but could not help but let a chuckle escape his lips.
"Will you not give them privacy?.." He asked her. Victoria looked at him as if he was the crazy one.
"Hell no..To my eyes..The red bulls eye target as already formed on there foreheads.." She said simply and pulled her arm back, ready to throw yet another and exceptionally large plump berry.
"You know weaponsmith boy..At home in London, I used to throw popcorn at people sucking face in the movies..and now here in Mirkwood, I get to continue on with my tradition.." She piped, almost proud. At that, he had to laugh as well.
She then let out a small shriek and hid under the window sill as the couple broke away from eachothers lips to look in her direction.
"You know, I should go outside and fill this whole bowl with acorns.." She said thoughtfully with a snort.
"You will not!" Rialan cried through his laughter. He then collapsed onto one of his large chairs and let loose a soft sigh of content. He liked to have the company of such a mischievous girl. It made him feel young again. The rush of youth washed over his mind and reflamed an inner light that had been hidden from the elf since he had become of age.
He then snapped out of his strange sense of wistful thinking when he saw Victoria throw a handful of berries followed by the sound of curses in the Elven tongue being yelled in there direction.
Victoria glared at the couple who were screaming things in elvish to her. Turning around, she slapped a hand to her ass and screamed back.
"BESAS MIS NALGAS!!" Victoria shouted and then let out her infamous..
"Muhahahaha!!!" She yelled, triumph in her voice. She then shut the window and turned back to the weaponsmith.
"What was that you said?..I do not recall hearing that language before.." Rialan commented. Victoria snorted and then smirked.
"It's a little language called Spanish..It is spoken in my world..and for your information I said kiss my ass." She stated a matter of factly. Rialan shook his head incredulously.
"You always seem to amaze me mellon..so tell me..what happened when you were trapped within the cave?.." He asked. Victoria's head snapped in his direction as memories closed down upon her.
Water..so much water...Trapped..no way out..Legolas..The feel of his strong arms..and then the closeness of those lips..
Victoria shook the images out of her head with a light blush...
"Stop thinking Victoria! it will only get you in trouble!" Victoria screamed inside while smacking herself in the head a good few times, intent on destroying the brain cells which triggered those specific memories..She immediately changed the subject though..
"Uh hey weaponsmith boy..I got to go..uh..c-ya!" Victoria called before almost throwing herself off of Rialan's talan. Before he could ask why, she had already climbed down the ladder and disappeared into the thickness of the shady forest. He shook his head again in disbelief and let out a hard breath, his wispy blond hair flying up around his forehead.
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She tossed and turned..Victoria then whipped up into a sitting position. Her blankets lay around her and seemed all too warm for her. It was indeed summer after all. She had awoken in this infinite warmth that was almost intoxicating...That dream..so odd...
Victoria tossed aside her blankets and wiped the sweat from her brow. Getting to her feet, she then desperately grabbed onto the wood poll of her canopy bed as her legs seemed to freeze and melt into jelly..
Letting out a growl and then shook the weakness of her legs out and finally stood tall again.
Then images of the dreams formed in her mind..
~~~~~~Dream~~~~~~
Victoria was standing in the center of a flowery glade..Her green majestic eyes traveled down to the ground...She was standing in a star of white flame..yet the embers were not hot nor harmful..
The fire dispersed in the wind but was then followed by the slow murmur of singing..soft voices..so close yet so distant..Where was it coming from?..
Victoria curiously looked down at herself. She was dressed in dark and light green silks..Yet her whole body was covered with a dark green cloak..The cloak itself shimmered like the stars..Like the cloak of hair of the lady Luthien that brought sleep even to the coldest of people..
And then around the star and Victoria was a circle of hooded figures..they were rocking slowly back and forth as if in dance..They moved gracefully and silently like dark phantoms..Then they suddenly stopped and formed tighter around her.
Victoria opened her mouth yet the words did not come..There was no fear in her..only curiosity..
From under the hoods, they then began to sing. It was the beautiful sweet music of the elves...It was like the wind against the pipes and flutes of grass..and the clouds chasing in pursuit of the silver moon who roamed the sea of stars, her dark robe of comets and jewels..
Surprise somehow did not come to Victoria as she joined along in the song perfectly. The elvish seemed to fit on her steady tongue and rolled out in sync to these cloaked mysteries.
Then silence filled the glade..The sweet glow of the fireflies burned liked ethereal lights..
The phantoms were no more as they threw back there hoods...Sparkles of stars fell from there cascades of dark hair that fell in waves down there backs...Bright eyes looked back at her..
"Mae govannen aier..(well met young one).." The one with violet eyes said. Victoria's lips were parted as she looked upon this beautiful woman..
"Who are you?.." Victoria asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We are those who are lost..once, we lived in the light of the living..but now we simply roam Mandos..we are one with you Victoria.." A blue eyed woman with jet black hair then said. A soft gasp caught in her throat..
"You are pure healers.." Victoria murmured.. She was met with nods of unison..
"We are no more...The pure healers perished at the hand of Morgoth..on the hills of Beleriand..." The violet eyed one said.
(A/N: If you have not read the silmarillion which I have already read, then you would not know what the hell Morgoth or beleriand is..sorry bout that..)
"I am the only one left.." Victoria said, not even a question.
"Yes..but fear not aier for you have much to learn..much to feel..much to know.." They whispered. Victoria knew not of what they spoke but nonetheless, listened intently.
"War is upon you..It has already been foreseen.." One of them whispered to her in a chilling tone of caution. Victoria shuddered at the mere mention of war.
"We worry about you Victoria...Your heart.." One said to her slowly. She turned toward who's voice it was and looked to the woman with knitted eyebrows.
"What do you mean?.." She asked hesitantly, stepping a step forward.
"You are the stone wall..you cannot be broken.." They murmured, there voices being swept through the wind like the rushing tides of the sea.. Victoria's green eyes went wide and a look of surprise crossed her features.
"But you can be broken.." The violet eyed one then replied, a faint smile upon her crimson lips.
"NO! I would not let that happen!" Victoria cried. They just gazed at her with twinkles of mirth and amusement in there watchful eyes.
"Do you not understand what I say!? I will never give my heart so willingly to anyone!" She then cried, waving out her arms with an exasperated sigh.
"Will you never?..We have yet to see that happen.." One of them said in an almost mockingly tone.
"You say as you will..I will never let anyone enrapture me..it's pure rubbish.." Victoria snarled angrily. They laughed, beautiful bell ringing laughter.
"We must leave you now aier..but you have not yet realized that you have already allowed one to get into the seals of the stone..Tis not long before those walls come crashing down..He draws near to claiming your heart.." They said. Victoria raked her long fingers through her hair trying to shut out there gentle words.
"NO...I will not have it..I will not allow it.." She murmured more to herself before the sprits of the pure healers disappeared..
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She let out a heavy sigh..
"I will not let anyone.." She hissed to herself in a dangerous tone. She then looked to her reflection in the mirror. The moon pendant from Legolas, glimmered like star in the dark room.
That's when it happened..
Victoria peered closer into the mirror as an image formed...
Legolas suddenly appeared like a soft ghost behind her. With a gentle smile, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his face nuzzling her neck. Yet Victoria felt no one holding her..
As quick as it happened, he disappeared. Victoria looked at her reflection again, a snarl forming on her face.
With an angry scream, she grabbed for a book that lay on her table. Throwing it as hard as she could, she sent the book crashing into the reflection of the mirror. There was a burst and then a pool of glass fell at Victoria's feet. Regardless of the sharp shards, she walked across the jagged glass her eyes cold and dim.
"I am alone...I am alone..." She murmured and then sat down into a corner of the room and huddled her legs to her chest.
"I am alone..My heart is stone.." She whispered like a dead spirit. Forever withering away, like the passing of the winds..like the tide against the rocks..slowly chipping away at it.
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A/N : sorry that took so long!!! ARG! this chapter could have been better. sorry!
keep reviewing!!!! thank all of you for the reviews!!!
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OMG!!! all these reviews!!! thanks to each and every one of you!!!! you readers rock!!! and as of now im learning how to write dwarfish ruins! I already remembered part of the alphabet so i had a good time translating some of the ruins in the hobbit.
and i just wanted to say that im suffering from writers block so i might not update as fast as i usually do. sorry!
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Legolas let loose yet another arrow to the target across from him. It landed pretty far from the bulls eyes, much to his dismay. Throwing his bow down with frustration, Legolas raked his fingers angrily through his hair. This had been a very bad day for him in Mirkwood.
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"Legolas I am glad that you and Victoria made it out of that cave well, but I have matters to discuss with you.." King Thranduil said. Legolas smiled and motioned for him to continue.
"It has come to that time in your life when you find a suitable bride.." The king said. Legolas' mouth literally dropped open. Scrambling to his feet, he looked to his regal father with crazed eyes.
"Come Ada, you cannot possibly be serious!" Legolas exclaimed with knitted eyebrows. His father just gazed at him curiously.
"Well of course I am serious Legolas" Thranduil replied. Legolas bit down on his lip and turned away to look out the window.
"You knew this time would come..." His father stated more then a question. Legolas then turned back to his father with dim eyes, his lips set in a thin line.
The king looked into the now cold eyes of his son. Legolas turned and walked over to an open window and gently placed his slender hand on the sill. He listened to the soft chips of the birds, trying to push his fathers fresh words out of his head. Thranduil came up behind him and gently placed a hand on the prince' shoulder.
"Please Legolas..you know as well as I, that the call of the sea draws near for me.." He said almost in a whisper. Legolas closed his eyes solemnly. He hated this...oh how he loathed this...
"You ask much of me Ada..I cannot just court a stranger and settle down for the rest of my life..I desire to fall in love..like you and Nana.." Legolas said softly. He felt himself be turned around to face his father in the eye. His blue eyes were gentle.
"I do understand you Legolas..but I'm afraid, that might not be possible..Time is of the essence..You know that..But I will give time. I will send for maidens, for one of them is bound to win your heart." The king said almost simply. Fire burned like embers in Legolas' blue eyes. How dare he, one, most of all his father, talk as if his heart was something to simply be taken.
"Ada..How could you speak like that.." He began softly, but then let his anger loose.
"I am not a prize to be won!" Legolas cried and turned away.
"Legolas, do not raise your voice to me! tis very childish. You are not a child! You are a Prince of Mirkwood!" The king snapped, pounding a fist on a table beside him.
"As if, I do not know! and I am not proud of it. " Legolas then said, disgust in his voice. His father looked set to whip out his bow.
"Do not ever speak to me in such a way..You will marry..if it be my choice." The kind then said in a low tone. Legolas felt as if someone squeezed his heart in a vice grip.
"I will enjoy to see you try.." The elf prince then found himself saying before turning and leaving the room, fuming in his anger.
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Legolas slumped down to the ground and leaned against a tree. Wringing his hands through his long locks of golden hair, he let out a sigh. His shoulders felt undeniably tense and pain of frustration pulsed through his forehead. At least it was quiet and there was no one to bother him..
"I cannot believe this is happening.." He murmured outloud to himself. He did not hear the mischievous pure healer as she swooped down.
"Hear what!?" said a voice. Legolas looked to his right to see none other then Victoria hanging upside down, a mere few inches away from his face. Legolas yelped in surprise. Victoria yelped sarcastically.
The elf put a hand to his face.
"Victoria..damn you!.." He cried with closed eyes. "You certainly will be the death of me." He then said in a flat tone. Victoria smirked, still upside down. The leaves of the tree hid the rest of her body except her waist and up. Her long mass of brown hair draped around her face like a curtain. She could have been mistaken for a large sleeping bat.
"muhaha.." She muttered simply. She then slightly gazed at him curiously. He seemed to be distressed about something by the way he buried his face in his hands and mumbled silent curses.
"So what's wrong with you Barbie boy?" She asked still hanging upside down, enjoying the rush of adrenaline as she hung from the branch.
"I would rather not speak about it, if that is allright with you." He snapped with knit eyebrows. Victoria glared.
"Well, someone certainly woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." She observed with a huff. Legolas was silent as he rubbed his tense forehead. Victoria then cursed as she felt her leg slip and she fell into an ungraceful heap upon the ground next to the fuming elf.
Yet he did not laugh. Victoria brushed herself off and just gazed at him. She couldn't help but smirk. Staring until he snapped was going to be fun, she thought.
She folded her hands and continued to stare at him. Five minutes passed by but he did not acknowledge her. Victoria had a casual look to her face as she observed him.
His legs were brought up to his lithe chest and his hands rested upon his face. His golden hair gleamed in the late sunlight and his light seemed to haze angrily around him. She was too busy and almost fell over at his sudden reaction.
"What!?" He hissed rasing a high eyebrow. She smirked yet gain.
"Why do you insist to stay in my presence when I desire none?.." He asked in a low voice.
"I am just gonna stay here until you tell me why your a such an ass all of a sudden" She said simply. She then scooted closer to him, curiosity on her features. Legolas turned his body around stubbornly until he faced the opposite direction. With a silent 'muhaha' Victoria crawled over to face his new direction. He glared and then turned around to not face her yet again.
Victoria with a playful grin, sat down yet again in the direction he turned to face. He did not want to look at her. He turned again, and as Victoria was about to follow that, she was suddenly lying on the ground, Legolas hovering over her.
His face was close to hers as he spoke.
"I do not suppose you would like to be my target during archery practice. But you are certainly asking to feel my wrath.." He said, narrowing his eyes. From where she lay, she still smirked.
"I would leave you alone, if you simply would tell me what bothered you." She muttered, brushing a few strands of his hair away from her face. He looked questioningly for a moment before sitting back up, allowing her to get up as well.
He then ripped up a few shards of grass, fresh anger rushing over him, like the waters of the caves.
"My father has informed me, that he wishes to see me wed soon.." Legolas said quietly. She raised her eyebrows trying to keep her mouth to a close.
"It angers me so! I wish not to court a giggling maiden. But it seems, that all of them are like that..well except you my young rebel.." He said to her. Victoria just snorted as she sat down beside the explaining elf.
"He does not understand that I wish to fall in love.." Legolas then said quietly. Victoria rolled her eyes stiffly.
"What the hell is up with you elves and love?.." She asked in a cold tone. The elf looked to her sheepishly.
"Well, stone heart, you would not know much about that, I presume hmm?.." He asked. Victoria just shrugged her shoulders. Legolas raised a hand to his forehead again and let out a sigh.
"I believe, that I am receiving what you call a migraine?.." He asked. Victoria gazed at him curiously.
"So your being forced to marry a little bimbo?" Victoria asked tearing up a small leaf that was nestled on the ground beside her. Legolas closed his eyes as a comforting breeze softly caressed his face.
"Well, quite frankly he had allowed me to pick my choice but it had been a long time of my life..and I have not found anyone.." Legolas confessed, almost ashamed.
"Bummer Barbie boy.." She murmured shaking her head. Legolas then turned to her, a lopsided grin on his face.
"You told me that a Barbie is a blond play toy for children. I am not quite sure that I enjoy being called after a toy.." He said grinning. She just snorted and gently bumped her shoulder with his.
"Your gonna have to deal with it...Barbie boy.." Victoria then said. Legolas then smiled at her. That same smile he had upon his beautiful features before they almost kissed in the cave. Victoria studied him for a moment. He seemed to bask in a halo of not only his own light but also with the light of the sun that shined down upon him like an angel. The soft skin of his face seemed to be as flawless as that as white marble. The woven golden silk that was his hair all too looked like locks of light itself.
Victoria realized that she must have been gazing at the elf like it was her scientific fascination and quickly turned away. Legolas noticed this and could not help but grin to himself.
"I feel as if, I am but a simple elf with many admirers who desire my crown.." Legolas said, his voice barely above a whisper. There was even the tiniest tinges of shame in his tone. The girl turned back to him, question in her bright green eyes. He let out a soft sigh and tore up more shards of grass, slowly letting the deep strands of green fall from his frustrated grasp and to the hard ground.
"That is all I am looked as upon..a prize..some sort or trophy.." The elf prince muttered, harsh anger washing over him like a deep wool blanket.
"No worries dude..if worse comes to worse, you could always runaway, change your name and become a street performer who lives in a cardboard box." Victoria piped up, sarcastically. Legolas looked to the pure healer with those same confused eyes.
"First Barbie boy..now dude?..these endearments strike me amusing, though I have yet to know what a dude is.." Legolas replied sheepishly.
"Well, I am going to head over to weaponsmith boy's place, wanna come?" Victoria asked getting to her feet and looked to him. He slowly shook his head with that oh so soft smile of his.
"Diola lle lirimaer (thank you lovely one)..but I will have to decline of your offer.. I yet to find more peace in my thoughts..." Legolas said with a calm expression. Victoria nodded and then snorted.
"Well, don't go too far..If I find you having conversations with yourself..I will not take that as a very good sign.." Victoria said with a smirk. Legolas laughed at her statement.
Victoria turned to walk in the direction of Rialan's talan nearby but then turned one last time to look at the elf prince who got up from his shady seat under the big oak, to shoot arrows. His eyebrows were aligned in concentration.
Victoria gazed at him for a moment. As she looked upon this creature she knew that Legolas was a wise being indeed..He had but a few years until the age of 3000, and had already watched the world around him change. To see trees grow and die..to see the people of the race of men slowly wither away for there life's was but a day in the eyes of an elf. Yet the golden haired prince had the air of youth about him. Not only in his rare beautiful features..but in the sense of him. Only probably being of the age of his earliest twenties perhaps even nineteen in human years. Like his ancient father, an aura of firmness and power was also in him. It was in his eyes. Those eyes of being a warrior and majestic royalty.
"He is an Eldar..yet is also a young adult like me.." Victoria murmured, casting him one more glance before turning in the opposite direction. The wind swept back in her path as she walked...
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Rialan stopped mid way through his sentence. Victoria was sitting at the window of his talan, apparently throwing berries out at something. With a rather mischievous expression, Rialan cleared his throat with a grin. But her attention did not cease from what remained outside. Finally getting to his feet, Rialan approached her side and cleverly held the bowl of berries away from the table. Her hand that had been moving in a cycle like motion, grabbing a berry every few seconds now reached again, only to feel no bowl on the table.
Her head turned away from the window to look for the bowl. Rialan then held it to her face.
"Looking for something?" Rialan asked with a cheeky grin, referring to the bowl of red berries. She said nothing but took the bowl from his hands and resumed with her amusement. Victoria sniggered to herself.
"What has so taken your interest my friend?.." Rialan asked trying to look over her shoulder.
Yet she was still silent, and threw another berry at her mysterious target. The Mirkwood weaponsmith looked past her below his talan which was in the branches of a high tree. There on a stone bench sat an elf couple, embraced in a kiss of passion. Rialan respectfully turned his back to the couple and then glared to the girl who was sitting down beside him, obviously throwing berries at them.
"There are more uses for berries then throwing them at elves making out..they also make a quite a hair dye.." Victoria muttered to herself, uttering a loud snort. Rialan rolled his eyes but could not help but let a chuckle escape his lips.
"Will you not give them privacy?.." He asked her. Victoria looked at him as if he was the crazy one.
"Hell no..To my eyes..The red bulls eye target as already formed on there foreheads.." She said simply and pulled her arm back, ready to throw yet another and exceptionally large plump berry.
"You know weaponsmith boy..At home in London, I used to throw popcorn at people sucking face in the movies..and now here in Mirkwood, I get to continue on with my tradition.." She piped, almost proud. At that, he had to laugh as well.
She then let out a small shriek and hid under the window sill as the couple broke away from eachothers lips to look in her direction.
"You know, I should go outside and fill this whole bowl with acorns.." She said thoughtfully with a snort.
"You will not!" Rialan cried through his laughter. He then collapsed onto one of his large chairs and let loose a soft sigh of content. He liked to have the company of such a mischievous girl. It made him feel young again. The rush of youth washed over his mind and reflamed an inner light that had been hidden from the elf since he had become of age.
He then snapped out of his strange sense of wistful thinking when he saw Victoria throw a handful of berries followed by the sound of curses in the Elven tongue being yelled in there direction.
Victoria glared at the couple who were screaming things in elvish to her. Turning around, she slapped a hand to her ass and screamed back.
"BESAS MIS NALGAS!!" Victoria shouted and then let out her infamous..
"Muhahahaha!!!" She yelled, triumph in her voice. She then shut the window and turned back to the weaponsmith.
"What was that you said?..I do not recall hearing that language before.." Rialan commented. Victoria snorted and then smirked.
"It's a little language called Spanish..It is spoken in my world..and for your information I said kiss my ass." She stated a matter of factly. Rialan shook his head incredulously.
"You always seem to amaze me mellon..so tell me..what happened when you were trapped within the cave?.." He asked. Victoria's head snapped in his direction as memories closed down upon her.
Water..so much water...Trapped..no way out..Legolas..The feel of his strong arms..and then the closeness of those lips..
Victoria shook the images out of her head with a light blush...
"Stop thinking Victoria! it will only get you in trouble!" Victoria screamed inside while smacking herself in the head a good few times, intent on destroying the brain cells which triggered those specific memories..She immediately changed the subject though..
"Uh hey weaponsmith boy..I got to go..uh..c-ya!" Victoria called before almost throwing herself off of Rialan's talan. Before he could ask why, she had already climbed down the ladder and disappeared into the thickness of the shady forest. He shook his head again in disbelief and let out a hard breath, his wispy blond hair flying up around his forehead.
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She tossed and turned..Victoria then whipped up into a sitting position. Her blankets lay around her and seemed all too warm for her. It was indeed summer after all. She had awoken in this infinite warmth that was almost intoxicating...That dream..so odd...
Victoria tossed aside her blankets and wiped the sweat from her brow. Getting to her feet, she then desperately grabbed onto the wood poll of her canopy bed as her legs seemed to freeze and melt into jelly..
Letting out a growl and then shook the weakness of her legs out and finally stood tall again.
Then images of the dreams formed in her mind..
~~~~~~Dream~~~~~~
Victoria was standing in the center of a flowery glade..Her green majestic eyes traveled down to the ground...She was standing in a star of white flame..yet the embers were not hot nor harmful..
The fire dispersed in the wind but was then followed by the slow murmur of singing..soft voices..so close yet so distant..Where was it coming from?..
Victoria curiously looked down at herself. She was dressed in dark and light green silks..Yet her whole body was covered with a dark green cloak..The cloak itself shimmered like the stars..Like the cloak of hair of the lady Luthien that brought sleep even to the coldest of people..
And then around the star and Victoria was a circle of hooded figures..they were rocking slowly back and forth as if in dance..They moved gracefully and silently like dark phantoms..Then they suddenly stopped and formed tighter around her.
Victoria opened her mouth yet the words did not come..There was no fear in her..only curiosity..
From under the hoods, they then began to sing. It was the beautiful sweet music of the elves...It was like the wind against the pipes and flutes of grass..and the clouds chasing in pursuit of the silver moon who roamed the sea of stars, her dark robe of comets and jewels..
Surprise somehow did not come to Victoria as she joined along in the song perfectly. The elvish seemed to fit on her steady tongue and rolled out in sync to these cloaked mysteries.
Then silence filled the glade..The sweet glow of the fireflies burned liked ethereal lights..
The phantoms were no more as they threw back there hoods...Sparkles of stars fell from there cascades of dark hair that fell in waves down there backs...Bright eyes looked back at her..
"Mae govannen aier..(well met young one).." The one with violet eyes said. Victoria's lips were parted as she looked upon this beautiful woman..
"Who are you?.." Victoria asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We are those who are lost..once, we lived in the light of the living..but now we simply roam Mandos..we are one with you Victoria.." A blue eyed woman with jet black hair then said. A soft gasp caught in her throat..
"You are pure healers.." Victoria murmured.. She was met with nods of unison..
"We are no more...The pure healers perished at the hand of Morgoth..on the hills of Beleriand..." The violet eyed one said.
(A/N: If you have not read the silmarillion which I have already read, then you would not know what the hell Morgoth or beleriand is..sorry bout that..)
"I am the only one left.." Victoria said, not even a question.
"Yes..but fear not aier for you have much to learn..much to feel..much to know.." They whispered. Victoria knew not of what they spoke but nonetheless, listened intently.
"War is upon you..It has already been foreseen.." One of them whispered to her in a chilling tone of caution. Victoria shuddered at the mere mention of war.
"We worry about you Victoria...Your heart.." One said to her slowly. She turned toward who's voice it was and looked to the woman with knitted eyebrows.
"What do you mean?.." She asked hesitantly, stepping a step forward.
"You are the stone wall..you cannot be broken.." They murmured, there voices being swept through the wind like the rushing tides of the sea.. Victoria's green eyes went wide and a look of surprise crossed her features.
"But you can be broken.." The violet eyed one then replied, a faint smile upon her crimson lips.
"NO! I would not let that happen!" Victoria cried. They just gazed at her with twinkles of mirth and amusement in there watchful eyes.
"Do you not understand what I say!? I will never give my heart so willingly to anyone!" She then cried, waving out her arms with an exasperated sigh.
"Will you never?..We have yet to see that happen.." One of them said in an almost mockingly tone.
"You say as you will..I will never let anyone enrapture me..it's pure rubbish.." Victoria snarled angrily. They laughed, beautiful bell ringing laughter.
"We must leave you now aier..but you have not yet realized that you have already allowed one to get into the seals of the stone..Tis not long before those walls come crashing down..He draws near to claiming your heart.." They said. Victoria raked her long fingers through her hair trying to shut out there gentle words.
"NO...I will not have it..I will not allow it.." She murmured more to herself before the sprits of the pure healers disappeared..
~~~~~end of dream~~~~~
She let out a heavy sigh..
"I will not let anyone.." She hissed to herself in a dangerous tone. She then looked to her reflection in the mirror. The moon pendant from Legolas, glimmered like star in the dark room.
That's when it happened..
Victoria peered closer into the mirror as an image formed...
Legolas suddenly appeared like a soft ghost behind her. With a gentle smile, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his face nuzzling her neck. Yet Victoria felt no one holding her..
As quick as it happened, he disappeared. Victoria looked at her reflection again, a snarl forming on her face.
With an angry scream, she grabbed for a book that lay on her table. Throwing it as hard as she could, she sent the book crashing into the reflection of the mirror. There was a burst and then a pool of glass fell at Victoria's feet. Regardless of the sharp shards, she walked across the jagged glass her eyes cold and dim.
"I am alone...I am alone..." She murmured and then sat down into a corner of the room and huddled her legs to her chest.
"I am alone..My heart is stone.." She whispered like a dead spirit. Forever withering away, like the passing of the winds..like the tide against the rocks..slowly chipping away at it.
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A/N : sorry that took so long!!! ARG! this chapter could have been better. sorry!
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namarie