Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the lord of the rings world. Only Victoria, Rialan, Isil and Ithlen.
Thanks to all of you for all of these fabulous reviews i give kudos to all of you!!!!!!! never would i have thought that this story would go this far!!! and sorry i have not updated in so long!!! this whole week was full of exams! every single day this week i had an exam!! which sucks! and i have been a little under the weather as well so i have to apologize for this long wait! and i got a review saying that my last chapter and that middle earth does not have romeo and juliet and Shakespeare. well i know that. if you read carefully, Victoria had a journal with alot of quotes from romeo and juliet. remember in my chapter, it said she had left it behind by accident and Legolas took it with him. thats how he said all that shakespeare.
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Victoria squinted the rays of sunlight as they clouded her vision. Letting a soft moan escape her lips from being so tired, she sat up and let her fingers rub across her features dispersing the drowsiness.
Trudging out of her large bed, her silk night wear billowed out at her stiff legs. Sitting in front of her vanity, Victoria felt her self grin like she had won the lottery. Every morning since those weeks before when the elf prince of Mirkwood came to her balcony, things had certainly changed for the pure healer.. A smile could be found on her face now a days..An aura of almost joy could be sensed in her presence. But no one could miss that newly lit sparkle in her brightly shining eyes. It was like this glint that glimmered with all of hope, faith and purity..
Victoria whipped her head upon seeing her door open and Ithlen stride in. An almost dreamy expression was burning in her face. cocking an eyebrow, Victoria cleared her throat.
"What are you so happy about?..You smile like you just won the nobel prize.." She commented with curious features. Her chamber maid looked up at her with such light of happiness that Victoria blinked reapeativly for a few moments as if a streak of light had hit in her straight in the eye.
"Oh Victoria..It's simply..." Ithen began but then shut her mouth but just to open it and let out a rather loud squeal. Victoria sighed and rolled her eyes with a dazed face. The chamber maid was busy swirling around in happy circles while having an almost glow, off her body.
"It's just..." She began again but only stopped to squeeze her fists together near her face and screech in joy. Finally not being able to take it anymore, Victoria grabbed the rejoicing elf and shook her.
"Will you tell me what the hell is going on or shall I shake it out of you!?" Victoria exclaimed before letting out an exasperating sigh. Sitting down on the bed and pulling Ithlen next to her, she turned to her and awaited with an expectant look.
"Well?..." She asked shaking her head slightly as if waiting. Ithlen grinned and then was beginning to turn a light shade of rosy pink. Victoria groaned and was ready to throw the elf maid out of her room when she finally spoke.
"I like Rialan" Ithlen blurted out. Victoria froze and she was a mere statue for a moment before a large Cheshire cat grin snaked it's way onto her features. Wriggling her eyebrows up and down, she began to laugh softly until came to laughing out loud. Ithlen was attempting to her hide her flushed cheeks but failed miserably as Victoria was hooting beside her. When the pure healer finally regained her composure, she could not help but grin at her friend next to her.
Ithen had this happiness that Victoria had not seen before..She had become silent as thoughts overwhelmed her. What did it feel like to realize that you have feelings for someone?..was it some sort of sense, or maybe it was just knowing..As Victoria went on with these rambling thoughts, she could not help but let a warm image of Legolas come freshly into her mind. His smile..His eyes which pierced her in a way no one was able to do..
"Victoria?" Ithen asked with an abrupt tone when she realized Victoria had fallen deep into her own world of thoughts and daydreams. Her head snapped back into Ithlen's direction with a surprised expression.
"So you like Rialan?" Victoria asked with a large grin. She grinned fiercely in return while bobbing up and down in an excited manner.
"At first as it seemed, I had thought that I only had what you call a crush?..on him. But as I got to know him better, I am getting deeper then this crush as you describe.." Ithlen explained all the while smiling as she thought of the golden haired weaponsmith. Victoria was grinning ear to ear. The maid softly closed her eyes. Rialan..He had hair of gleaming light while his eyes shinned like burning silver. With soft skin and a lithe lean body, he was certainly an admired elf.
The weaponsmith was different from the other male elves Ithlen knew. Rialan was soft and gentle with a determined sprit. He was known for always having that rich grin on his face while always looking to the lighter things in life, even when in great peril and sadness.
"You must think I am but a foolish chamber maid.." Ithlen said softly while fingering Victoria's bed linen. The pure healer just laughed.
"I don't think your foolish Ithlen, just...well I know this will sound awfully corny..but er follow your um.. heart.." Victoria said and then almost winced at her words. Saying things that meant to the heart was something she was not used to in the least. But it seemed to have enlightened Ithlen's hope for she looked up at her with gleaming eyes anew.
"You think so Victoria?.." She asked clamping her hands together while stars were in her expression. Victoria sighed and nodded. Uttering a snort, she thought about how she would make fun of her male friend. Ithlen was now fidgeting quickly, feeling a sudden unwanted uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. It was like this strange sensation as if butterflies were wandering through her belly.
Ithlen and Victoria were so preoccupied with eachothers different thoughts. Ithlen with her fancy for the weaponsmith and warrior of Mirkwood named Rialan and Victoria's thoughts of what made people come to actually love.. it was such a complicated idea..It seemed almost idealistic in a way that she could not comprehend.
That's when the blearing of clear horns were heard. Victoria jumped up from the bed, her eyes wide expecting someone to scream orc attack but only heard more horns. Ithlen laughed at Victoria's crazed expression.
"Calm yourself my friend..Tis only the soldiers meeting for training.." She explained striding over to the window to open them while sweeping the silk curtains out of the way. Rays of light seeped in through the glass causing Victoria to shield her eyes as if being a vampire touched by day light to turn into a fiery oblivion.
Finally gaining back her vision, she approached her glass doors and opened them. A warm breeze flew in at her like a new force. It was a beautiful very warm day in the kingdom of the Elves of the Greenwood.
"It is so beautiful this grand morning.." Ithlen commented letting her hand glide across the marble of the balcony while her eyes searched below and ahead on palace grounds for the number of soldiers that were lined up ready to train. Meanwhile Victoria's green eyes had settled upon the one elf who stood at the front of the line. He wore a long Elven green silver cloak which flowed out like a rippling banner in the wind. His silver tunic and leather jerkin were designed of a rich fabric that was worn on his lithe muscle lined body perfectly. His tresses of golden hair of light blew up around his face along with the shimmer of his blue eyes. His high defined cheekbones were set regally and an air of royalty hovered about him.
"Yes..He is beautiful..." Victoria murmured. She only realized that she said the wrong word when Ithlen turned and stared at her with both confusion and amusement. A sudden smirk found it's way on the maid's fair features.
"I beg your pardon?.." Ithlen asked innocently.
"I mean..yes! it is a beautiful morning.." Victoria said attempting to wave off what had flown from her mouth as she cast once more glance at the elf prince before stalking back into her chambers. Ithlen smiled after seeing her friend eye the prince from where she stood. It was not very hard to see a burn in her cheeks.
Victoria was readying her clothes and then cupped her hands while bringing water from her bathtub to her face. Anything to make the color of her cheeks fade. Ithlen excused herself after bidding Victoria farewell. Stripping of her night gown, Victoria sunk under the hot water while thinking to herself. From her bath, she could hear the clashing of metal. The elves were really training hard.
Finally cleaning herself, Victoria stepped out from the warm water and dressed in a tunic of hers that with the help of her dagger and Ithlen, she was able to construct it into a tank top. Slipping it on, was followed by a dark silver tunic that went all the way down to her knees almost like a skirt yet was warrior clothing. Tying a leather belt tightly around her waist, she secured her sword while slipping her daggers into her matching silver Elven boots.
(A/N: this outfit I just described looks like the elven clothing that are worn by haldir and the sentinels (guards) of Lothlorien. They show what those outfits look like from the fellowship of the ring when the fellowship first come into Lothlorien.)
Victoria took a glimmering elf dragonfly clip and held it in her hair along with ribbon to bind it up. Casting one more glance at her appearance, Victoria sprinted from her chambers, closing the door behind her. Her destination was the training yards..
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Legolas walked down the line of erect standing elves. They all stared ahead with serious regal expressions. There expressions reminded him all too much of the woodland kin of Lorien elves in the battle of Helms deep. Striding back and forth like a king, the elf prince was busying himself checking that each of his men was well equipped for a hard to be training lesson.
"Today we shall run some drills! Sparring, hand to hand combat and sprinting!" Legolas explained as he walked the line up and down expecting the respect. He was about to continue speaking when the sight of a familiar someone caught his eye. Victoria was standing at the end of the line, her face like a statue. She stood proud and tall with her mouth set in a firm straight line. Legolas halted.
"Victoria!? By Elbereth, what are you doing here?" He asked standing before her. Her nose was in the air stiffly and her expression never faltered from his.
"I report for duty sir!" She barked and then with a snort, she saluted him before standing straight again. Some of soldiers began to snigger immensely. Legolas threw them a silencing look before turning back to his friend.
"Victoria." He began softly.
"As much as I love your company, I will have to ask that you leave for these are imperative matters.." Leglas explained scratching his ear nervously while biting down on his lower lip somewhat hard. He almost sighed when he saw a flash of emotion go through her eyes. What was it? calmness?, acceptance?.. or anger?..
"I have come to train." She said dryly while still remaining a regal stamina. He heaved a sigh.
"Victoria.. please.." Legolas said. But she did not budge. Letting out a held in breath, He nodded his head before turning his attention back to the elf fleet aligned before him. They cast glances to Victoria before coming to the decision to just ignore her. Legolas found it best that he just give in to her for she had some sort of gift over him at receiving the way she wanted things.
"Pick your target! Take up the practice of either archery, spear throwing or dagger throwing! Now to to work!" Legolas commanded. There were choruses of 'yes' before the elf men jogged off to line up at the target fields. Victoria stood still for a moment before sprinted off to join them. Coming to a target, Victoria stood her ground and watched them.
They took out assortments of different styles of bows. Like the masters they were, they notched arrows and let go to see there arrows hit the target like an orc. Of course, they were not as great in the spot as Legolas, son of the king.
She let her eyes stretch over them for a while before bending over to remove the twin daggers from her boots. Each of the clean metal caught a ray of light and let the streak run across it's surface. Victoria held up her almost infatuated gaze from her dagger and it's twin and to the target a few feet away from her. As she studied it, a smirk came to her soft lips as an idea struck her through the top of her head and ran down to the toes.
Walking over to what looked like a bird bath, Victoria peered in and to her lucky stars, found what looked like the red wax, the archers used to make the bulls eye. digging her hands into the hot substance, it instantly warming her fingers and seeping into her palm. She grabbed the junk full and ran over to the target. Instead of making a bulls eye, she drew a large body outline of a tall almost bulky man. Some of the elf archers halted in there archery to watch curiously.
Victoria wiped her hands on a handkerchief she carried in her pocket before running back to the line. A bright almost amused grin was on her face. Drawing her dagger and extending it back to throw, she squinted one of her large green eyes and aimed.
Throwing the dagger, it sailed through the air singing in it's metallic voice. She pumped her fist when it landed right where she wanted.
The dagger had pinned itself deep between the legs of her male drawing. An almost menacing laugh came from her throat, her hands on her hips. The elf men that were watching had let there eyes bulge where her dagger landed. They turned there heads away, squinting there eyes with there mouths forming tight pursed circles.
Victoria had noticed there reaction and like from the exorcist movie, she stiffly turned her head in there direction, an evil grin on her face while she cackled. They literally grimaced and took a rather large step out of her distance. Victoria laughed to herself like a child that had just received candy. Taking her twin dagger, she threw it and to her delight it embedded itself right next to it's other in the groin of her drawing.
Pumping her fist in triumph, she ran over and drew back her daggers which almost seemed to laugh mockingly at the men at it's achievement. Victoria strode over to the line once again and aimed one of them with complete concentration. Throwing it, it landed once more in the place where it had been only moments before. The elves who were watching sucked in nervous breaths reminding themselves never to challenge her in a duel.
Legolas who was walking slowly down the line inspecting his men's work when he was aware that some of them had stopped to watch Victoria who was standing at the end of the line throwing a pair of her own twin daggers. When finally becoming very curious Legolas jogged over in her direction, his long LothLorien bow strapped expertly to his back. His long blond strands of vibrant hair lifted in the wind as he ran, the fabric of his tunic and cloak also billowing like a whip of a rippling flag in the air.
The prince's eyebrows were drawn together in curiosity until coming to the front of the pack of his woodland kin. Victoria was indeed throwing her daggers. Legolas' intense blue eyes followed the dagger as it sailed through the air like an arrow but then almost gasped when it landed in the groin of a drawing Victoria had so obviously drawn on the large target instead of a red bulls eye.
The elf prince grimaced as he approached, his gaze not faltering from the target board that had the two blades deeply embedded in.
Meanwhile Victoria had stopped when a soft voice spoke from beside her.
"Well,...That is certainly um..intriguing.." Legolas said somewhat with a distorted voice while tugging at the collar of his tunic. The elf fleet flashed him washed up expressions. Isil who was among them had stepped forward, his fingers drumming across his bow.
"Victoria.. you are a little monster" He said with a playful grin. Victoria just shook her hips at him, her nose in facing the sky above. She then ran over to the target and grabbed back her blades and settled once of them back in her boot. She made her way back to the line and then mockingly lunged toward the pack of elf men as if going to throw her dagger in the same place as her target. Like she suspected, they jumped back with yelps. Victoria put the dagger away and then started to laugh.
"Some of you elves are such wimps!" She commented with a cheeky grin before swiping her finger across her neck while letting out a loud hiss as if slitting a throat.
"Well, soldiers, let us do some sprinting.." Legolas said leading the large fleet over to large dirt path. Victoria followed from the back of them. Each elf man lined up next to eachother and slowly placed one foot in front of there other and bent down. Victoria did the same but not until after she leaned back to get a good glimpse of there elf butts. Smirking to herself, Victoria then bent down and got ready to start running.
Legolas went to the head of the line aside and then readied his bow. Aiming for the far other end of the dirt path, he slowly let the arrow go. It zoomed through the air with a whoosh and as soon as it landed on the ground marking the finish line, the elves set off.
Victoria lunged from where she was kneeling and took off sprinting. A large grin on her face as she ran. Her hair was flying past her as she passed by elves watching. Her long arms were moving in sync back and forth and her Elven boots were making a soft pitter patter on the dirt path rising a small dark cloud. She could not help but curse softly upon seeing the elves further then she was. It was obvious for elves were incredibly fast runners and as graceful as swans. All Victoria could see were flashes of blond hair as they zoomed by like gold metal Olympic runners.
Knowing that Legolas would never let her live this one down, Victoria bent her head down and ran as fast as her long legs could possibly take her. Only did she realize that she had tripped one of the elves upon running when she saw one of them disappear from her sight and into the cloud of dust that rose up from the steady pound of feet as they sailed by. Victoria then smirked to herself as she ran faster.
Coming up to Isil who was running undeniably faster then she was, Victoria stuck her foot out in his path sending him to topple over her foot and onto his back. She could hear him yell her name while cursing. She was laughing now while doing the same to another elf sprinter next to her. He landed softly in the grass nearby.
Legolas smacked a hand to his forehead. Him and a few other observers could clearly see the pure healer of the name Victoria running at top speed while tripping any competitor she comes in within range of. She would run up close next to an elf and let swiftly stick her foot in-between the elves legs and send them either on there backs in a heap or rolling into the grass aside the dirt path.
He could hear her distinct laugher from behind the cloud of dust. The elf prince could not help but start to laugh to himself. She would always be a surprise to him. Always... When the cloud of dust disappeared, he let his eyes follow her. A grin of sheer joy was on her lips and lit her face with it's own vibrant light. Her hair was like waves in the air as she ran. She truly looked like an elf in the clothing she wore. Victoria enraptured him in a way he did not yet understand. She had the immense ways of being able to dazzle him with her grandeur traits.
Legolas put a hand to his chest when he suddenly felt his heart swell..
Meanwhile Victoria was almost to the top of the line, the fastest runners still pulling ahead of her. When she was finally able to stick her leg in between his strong muscled one, he yelped and then fell into a heap in the dust with wide eyes.
Victoria pumped her hands in the air when she ran past Legolas' arrow marking the finish line. There was laughter from the sidelines along with cheering. She was grinning as if she just escaped a psychiatric center. The sound of the runners from, where they lay on the ground were letting out groans. She just stood there, her arms up at each side.
Victoria suddenly began to beat her fists against her chest like a crazed gorilla while screaming.
"I AM VICTORIA!!! HEAR ME ROAR!!!" She shouted. Some of the elves who were picking there distorted selves from the ground were starting to snort. Never could anyone think of such a strange individual then that of Victoria Watson.
Isil suddenly came from out of no where and grabbed her playfully in a headlock.
"You little devil! You cheated!" He said to her with a grin. She was just leaning against him still laughing.
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When everyone regained there composure, it had been called for time for hand to hand combat. It was important that an elf would know how to defend themselves if ever loosing contact with there weapon. Victoria was busying herself, shedding the dust from her Elven garments. Gently tucking loose strands of hair away behind her ears, she made her way to follow the group. She stood alone at the end of the pack just watching for a few minutes until they started to group in pairs and begin almost wrestling. She wanted to await to see if anyone wanted to fight with her.
"So! Does anyone want to fight me!?" Victoria asked the soldiers. They froze and looked at her mortified.
"Victoria..To lay hands upon a woman in combat is absurd." Isil exclaimed with wide eyes. Victoria just snorted.
"Oh give me a break..I am not some little elf maiden that has the I.Q. of a toaster oven.." Victoria said with an exasperated tone but then just waved her hand when she was met with some rather confused looks.
"I know well indeed what you are capable of..We all know.." Isil said with a sheepish grin before walking away to join in hand combat. Victoria's face drew into a pout before she went to a nearby tree and kicked it through her anger. She hated when she was compared. She hated it oh so much. Had the world always been so male dominated?.. Had men always looked to the women as inferior and weak. Sometimes she kept thinking to herself is she should ask if there was any amazon tribes in middle earth.
Victoria looked once more to the men before walking over to them.
"I wish to challenge someone!" Victoria announced. They once more halted in there combat to look at her as if her brain had somehow broke in half. She then stuck her arm up and a slender finger pointed to the crowd.
"I wish to challenge you!" She shouted with a smirk. Every elf stepped away from the direction to which her finger to see whom she wished to face. Only one lone elf stood there and a smirk on his perfectly shaped lips. He then crossed his arms without a care in the world.
"Oh really?.. Lle lakwenien? (are you joking?).." Legolas asked his face forming an oh so cheeky grin. She slowly walked past the elf audience and crossed her arms in the same matter as the elf prince had done.
"Hell yea..I want some enlightenment. I may be a woman, but that does not mean I can't kick the ass of a blond prince." Victoria retorted. The elves merrily sniggered rudely at her comment.
"Lle tela? (are you finished?)" He asked as if this whole situation was some sort of big joke. Victoria let her hands come down to her hips.
"Amin naa tela (I am finished)" Victoria replied and then dared to approach closer and then thank herself silently for being able to speak some elvish.
"Come on Legs.." Victoria said and then raised her arms in stance. Legolas felt taken aback. She actually desired to fight him?..This was something he had never experienced. Why Elbereth would a young woman want to have hand to hand combat with a man?.. It was simply mad!
"No, Victoria I shall have to decline. To lay my hands upon you in such a way would be very mad indeed." He said calmly. Victoria just snorted not ready to give up. With a fast motion, she had ducked to the ground and swiped her leg under his. No sooner had Legolas found himself on his back. His eyes traveled up to her, surprise masked onto his face. His companions were beyond laughing, more like howling really.
Victoria loomed over him, an amused smirk on her features.
"I always get my way..You know that elf boy." She replied. Legolas growled softly under his breath before extending his arm up for her to help him up. With a snigger she grabbed his hand but only to be pulled down onto the ground and tumbled over onto her back.
Victoria was laying on the ground with an opened mouth behind Legolas shoulder. But somehow the elf prince had managed to do it quite softly. He rolled away from beside her and got to his feet. Victoria did not waste time upon getting up. With a snarl, she scrambled to her feet, red faced. She hated to be embarrassed. Ever since she came to Middle earth, it was something she learned and loathed.
"Why you little scrawny pig headed moron!" Victoria cried. Gasps erupted from the crowd and everyone became completely silent. All mouths except Victoria's were wide open in shock of the words that were just thrown at their prince. All eyes turned to him... Legolas' eyes had grown almost bug eyed and seemed to twitch. His intense eyes then narrowed as he closed in on her.
"You ungrateful little fungus!." Legolas countered. Victoria gasped. I mean, the girl had just been called a fungus! and by a prince!!
"A fungus am I!?" She asked bumping her chest against his with a snarl. As much as she hated to admit, she quite enjoyed having these arguments with Legolas. It was exhilarating..Legolas leaned his face down next to hers, his hands balled into fists. Like her, he gently bumped his chest against hers, there noses almost touching.
"Indeed you are a little fungus my young rebel." Legolas said, his face braking into a grin. Victoria said nothing but give him a hard push, once more the elf fell onto his back. This time Victoria placed her foot victoriously onto his chest to hold him there. She laughed mockingly down at him.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen.." She sneered. The elf prince then glared to the rather large audience that was watching. With that look, they turned away to do combat all the while keeping there keen Elven ears open to eavesdrop.
"I should chain you to a tree..then maybe you would not find yourself in trouble..Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle (don't look for trouble, it will come to you)." Legolas retorted. She just placed her slender hands to her hips.
"Amin n' nowa ikotane (I don't think so)!" She replied with that all too familiar tone of hers. She let her foot off of Legolas' chest. But she did not expect him to jump to his feet like a karate black belt.
(Basically I meant that Legolas did that thing where the professionals in movie get to there feet from lying on there back. When they snap there feet up allowing the body to automatically come up. Jackie chan does it a lot. LOL it looks cool.)
He lunged to her, an ever so mischievous grin on his lips. Victoria jumped away barely missing his eager hands as they tried to grab at her. With a whoop, she headed to the closest place..The forest..
Victoria fled away from him, a laugh pouring from her laugh. Legolas was hot on her trail. If she had time to think her actions of running in the forest with the elf chasing her, she would have slapped herself silly. But nothing came to her mind like that. The only thing she could hear was her hard breaths and the beat of her running steps. Legolas did not make a sound with his graceful feet though.
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Legolas tightly gripped the long white paddle. Ever since Victoria fled into the woods not to long ago, he had been fresh on her trail. Along the way, he borrowed a small Elven canoe. He was know sitting softly upon his knees on the hard white wood of the inside of the small boat. The muscles in his archer arms flexed powerfully as he dipped the paddle into the water with long strides. The elf princes petal lips were curved into a smile. He knew Victoria was close.. Ever since he became close to her heart, he found that a connection had found it's way to his mind. Of where she was..Of what she might do..but the only thing he could not find himself connected to was what she was feeling..her emotions..
Meanwhile Victoria was jumping from tree to tree to the best of her abilities. Having spent so much time among the elves, a bit of what she saw had rubbed off on her. Her leather boots made a silent patter against the branches of the large leafy trees. Long fingers grasped the branches as she passed, wisps of her dark hair bouncing almost excitingly.
Observant green eyes searched through the massive green of the tree and to the river aside. Legolas was sitting peacefully in an Elven boat. He was beautiful as the sun reflected off his hair like the water while his eyes sparkled like fine gems. He casually turned his head slowly from side to side, his lips parted ever so slightly. She knew he was looking for her.
Victoria was so busy in her staring that she did not notice that her foot did not land upon the branch she intended too. With a scream, Victoria hurled down from the tree but only to soar through the air when her hands shot out some of the essence of Naroom. The vine sprung out and tied itself firmly to the branch. Legolas had come aware of her presence when she let out the ear piercing scream.
The elf prince ducked in the boat as a flash of a girl swinging from a vine whizzed by like an arrow. Looking up in bewilderment, Legolas started to laugh upon seeing Victoria swinging from a vine from branch to branch like a wild ape. She was screaming with delight at the adrenaline.
Her legs were curled up as if she was kneeling while her hands were grasping the vine tightly and then she let out a whoop upon letting another vine out to another branch. The air whipped at her face, scenery passing by as if she was riding a horse. Her body sailed through the air like an elf, gliding over the ground and then soaring over the face of the water. As she turned mid swing, she lowered her legs letting her feet glide across the surface of the water like skiing. A small wave followed her feet. Victoria's toes hovered in the surface the tickling sensation filling her skin making her laugh. Legolas who was watching with wide eyes nearby, had his mouth hanging open in astonishment.
Her eyes were shining with joy and then suddenly a thought came to her head causing her to snort. Though Legolas was shouting things up to her, Victoria began to sing. After all, swinging from a vine came to the occasion of the song.
"Spiderman, Spiderman
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size
Catches thieves, just like flies
Look out! Here comes the Spiderman!!" Victoria bellowed out with a grin. Unfortunately for her, she was cut short when the vine suddenly snapped from the rest of it's length that now hung limply on one of the branches. She hurled toward the water with a loud scream. She thought for a split moment how she would hit the water like a pancake against a sizzling frying pan.
Legolas looked down at Victoria who was in his arms, her eyes squeezed shut as she had prepared to hit the water. The elf chuckled softly. One of her eyes peeped open and she then sat up and looked to him. His raised a questioned eyebrow.
"Spider man?" The elf asked. She only sniggered as she got herself into a sitting position in the boat.
"Don't even get me started." Victoria said with a grin.
TBC!
Thanks to all of you for all of these fabulous reviews i give kudos to all of you!!!!!!! never would i have thought that this story would go this far!!! and sorry i have not updated in so long!!! this whole week was full of exams! every single day this week i had an exam!! which sucks! and i have been a little under the weather as well so i have to apologize for this long wait! and i got a review saying that my last chapter and that middle earth does not have romeo and juliet and Shakespeare. well i know that. if you read carefully, Victoria had a journal with alot of quotes from romeo and juliet. remember in my chapter, it said she had left it behind by accident and Legolas took it with him. thats how he said all that shakespeare.
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Victoria squinted the rays of sunlight as they clouded her vision. Letting a soft moan escape her lips from being so tired, she sat up and let her fingers rub across her features dispersing the drowsiness.
Trudging out of her large bed, her silk night wear billowed out at her stiff legs. Sitting in front of her vanity, Victoria felt her self grin like she had won the lottery. Every morning since those weeks before when the elf prince of Mirkwood came to her balcony, things had certainly changed for the pure healer.. A smile could be found on her face now a days..An aura of almost joy could be sensed in her presence. But no one could miss that newly lit sparkle in her brightly shining eyes. It was like this glint that glimmered with all of hope, faith and purity..
Victoria whipped her head upon seeing her door open and Ithlen stride in. An almost dreamy expression was burning in her face. cocking an eyebrow, Victoria cleared her throat.
"What are you so happy about?..You smile like you just won the nobel prize.." She commented with curious features. Her chamber maid looked up at her with such light of happiness that Victoria blinked reapeativly for a few moments as if a streak of light had hit in her straight in the eye.
"Oh Victoria..It's simply..." Ithen began but then shut her mouth but just to open it and let out a rather loud squeal. Victoria sighed and rolled her eyes with a dazed face. The chamber maid was busy swirling around in happy circles while having an almost glow, off her body.
"It's just..." She began again but only stopped to squeeze her fists together near her face and screech in joy. Finally not being able to take it anymore, Victoria grabbed the rejoicing elf and shook her.
"Will you tell me what the hell is going on or shall I shake it out of you!?" Victoria exclaimed before letting out an exasperating sigh. Sitting down on the bed and pulling Ithlen next to her, she turned to her and awaited with an expectant look.
"Well?..." She asked shaking her head slightly as if waiting. Ithlen grinned and then was beginning to turn a light shade of rosy pink. Victoria groaned and was ready to throw the elf maid out of her room when she finally spoke.
"I like Rialan" Ithlen blurted out. Victoria froze and she was a mere statue for a moment before a large Cheshire cat grin snaked it's way onto her features. Wriggling her eyebrows up and down, she began to laugh softly until came to laughing out loud. Ithlen was attempting to her hide her flushed cheeks but failed miserably as Victoria was hooting beside her. When the pure healer finally regained her composure, she could not help but grin at her friend next to her.
Ithen had this happiness that Victoria had not seen before..She had become silent as thoughts overwhelmed her. What did it feel like to realize that you have feelings for someone?..was it some sort of sense, or maybe it was just knowing..As Victoria went on with these rambling thoughts, she could not help but let a warm image of Legolas come freshly into her mind. His smile..His eyes which pierced her in a way no one was able to do..
"Victoria?" Ithen asked with an abrupt tone when she realized Victoria had fallen deep into her own world of thoughts and daydreams. Her head snapped back into Ithlen's direction with a surprised expression.
"So you like Rialan?" Victoria asked with a large grin. She grinned fiercely in return while bobbing up and down in an excited manner.
"At first as it seemed, I had thought that I only had what you call a crush?..on him. But as I got to know him better, I am getting deeper then this crush as you describe.." Ithlen explained all the while smiling as she thought of the golden haired weaponsmith. Victoria was grinning ear to ear. The maid softly closed her eyes. Rialan..He had hair of gleaming light while his eyes shinned like burning silver. With soft skin and a lithe lean body, he was certainly an admired elf.
The weaponsmith was different from the other male elves Ithlen knew. Rialan was soft and gentle with a determined sprit. He was known for always having that rich grin on his face while always looking to the lighter things in life, even when in great peril and sadness.
"You must think I am but a foolish chamber maid.." Ithlen said softly while fingering Victoria's bed linen. The pure healer just laughed.
"I don't think your foolish Ithlen, just...well I know this will sound awfully corny..but er follow your um.. heart.." Victoria said and then almost winced at her words. Saying things that meant to the heart was something she was not used to in the least. But it seemed to have enlightened Ithlen's hope for she looked up at her with gleaming eyes anew.
"You think so Victoria?.." She asked clamping her hands together while stars were in her expression. Victoria sighed and nodded. Uttering a snort, she thought about how she would make fun of her male friend. Ithlen was now fidgeting quickly, feeling a sudden unwanted uneasiness in the pit of her stomach. It was like this strange sensation as if butterflies were wandering through her belly.
Ithlen and Victoria were so preoccupied with eachothers different thoughts. Ithlen with her fancy for the weaponsmith and warrior of Mirkwood named Rialan and Victoria's thoughts of what made people come to actually love.. it was such a complicated idea..It seemed almost idealistic in a way that she could not comprehend.
That's when the blearing of clear horns were heard. Victoria jumped up from the bed, her eyes wide expecting someone to scream orc attack but only heard more horns. Ithlen laughed at Victoria's crazed expression.
"Calm yourself my friend..Tis only the soldiers meeting for training.." She explained striding over to the window to open them while sweeping the silk curtains out of the way. Rays of light seeped in through the glass causing Victoria to shield her eyes as if being a vampire touched by day light to turn into a fiery oblivion.
Finally gaining back her vision, she approached her glass doors and opened them. A warm breeze flew in at her like a new force. It was a beautiful very warm day in the kingdom of the Elves of the Greenwood.
"It is so beautiful this grand morning.." Ithlen commented letting her hand glide across the marble of the balcony while her eyes searched below and ahead on palace grounds for the number of soldiers that were lined up ready to train. Meanwhile Victoria's green eyes had settled upon the one elf who stood at the front of the line. He wore a long Elven green silver cloak which flowed out like a rippling banner in the wind. His silver tunic and leather jerkin were designed of a rich fabric that was worn on his lithe muscle lined body perfectly. His tresses of golden hair of light blew up around his face along with the shimmer of his blue eyes. His high defined cheekbones were set regally and an air of royalty hovered about him.
"Yes..He is beautiful..." Victoria murmured. She only realized that she said the wrong word when Ithlen turned and stared at her with both confusion and amusement. A sudden smirk found it's way on the maid's fair features.
"I beg your pardon?.." Ithlen asked innocently.
"I mean..yes! it is a beautiful morning.." Victoria said attempting to wave off what had flown from her mouth as she cast once more glance at the elf prince before stalking back into her chambers. Ithlen smiled after seeing her friend eye the prince from where she stood. It was not very hard to see a burn in her cheeks.
Victoria was readying her clothes and then cupped her hands while bringing water from her bathtub to her face. Anything to make the color of her cheeks fade. Ithlen excused herself after bidding Victoria farewell. Stripping of her night gown, Victoria sunk under the hot water while thinking to herself. From her bath, she could hear the clashing of metal. The elves were really training hard.
Finally cleaning herself, Victoria stepped out from the warm water and dressed in a tunic of hers that with the help of her dagger and Ithlen, she was able to construct it into a tank top. Slipping it on, was followed by a dark silver tunic that went all the way down to her knees almost like a skirt yet was warrior clothing. Tying a leather belt tightly around her waist, she secured her sword while slipping her daggers into her matching silver Elven boots.
(A/N: this outfit I just described looks like the elven clothing that are worn by haldir and the sentinels (guards) of Lothlorien. They show what those outfits look like from the fellowship of the ring when the fellowship first come into Lothlorien.)
Victoria took a glimmering elf dragonfly clip and held it in her hair along with ribbon to bind it up. Casting one more glance at her appearance, Victoria sprinted from her chambers, closing the door behind her. Her destination was the training yards..
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Legolas walked down the line of erect standing elves. They all stared ahead with serious regal expressions. There expressions reminded him all too much of the woodland kin of Lorien elves in the battle of Helms deep. Striding back and forth like a king, the elf prince was busying himself checking that each of his men was well equipped for a hard to be training lesson.
"Today we shall run some drills! Sparring, hand to hand combat and sprinting!" Legolas explained as he walked the line up and down expecting the respect. He was about to continue speaking when the sight of a familiar someone caught his eye. Victoria was standing at the end of the line, her face like a statue. She stood proud and tall with her mouth set in a firm straight line. Legolas halted.
"Victoria!? By Elbereth, what are you doing here?" He asked standing before her. Her nose was in the air stiffly and her expression never faltered from his.
"I report for duty sir!" She barked and then with a snort, she saluted him before standing straight again. Some of soldiers began to snigger immensely. Legolas threw them a silencing look before turning back to his friend.
"Victoria." He began softly.
"As much as I love your company, I will have to ask that you leave for these are imperative matters.." Leglas explained scratching his ear nervously while biting down on his lower lip somewhat hard. He almost sighed when he saw a flash of emotion go through her eyes. What was it? calmness?, acceptance?.. or anger?..
"I have come to train." She said dryly while still remaining a regal stamina. He heaved a sigh.
"Victoria.. please.." Legolas said. But she did not budge. Letting out a held in breath, He nodded his head before turning his attention back to the elf fleet aligned before him. They cast glances to Victoria before coming to the decision to just ignore her. Legolas found it best that he just give in to her for she had some sort of gift over him at receiving the way she wanted things.
"Pick your target! Take up the practice of either archery, spear throwing or dagger throwing! Now to to work!" Legolas commanded. There were choruses of 'yes' before the elf men jogged off to line up at the target fields. Victoria stood still for a moment before sprinted off to join them. Coming to a target, Victoria stood her ground and watched them.
They took out assortments of different styles of bows. Like the masters they were, they notched arrows and let go to see there arrows hit the target like an orc. Of course, they were not as great in the spot as Legolas, son of the king.
She let her eyes stretch over them for a while before bending over to remove the twin daggers from her boots. Each of the clean metal caught a ray of light and let the streak run across it's surface. Victoria held up her almost infatuated gaze from her dagger and it's twin and to the target a few feet away from her. As she studied it, a smirk came to her soft lips as an idea struck her through the top of her head and ran down to the toes.
Walking over to what looked like a bird bath, Victoria peered in and to her lucky stars, found what looked like the red wax, the archers used to make the bulls eye. digging her hands into the hot substance, it instantly warming her fingers and seeping into her palm. She grabbed the junk full and ran over to the target. Instead of making a bulls eye, she drew a large body outline of a tall almost bulky man. Some of the elf archers halted in there archery to watch curiously.
Victoria wiped her hands on a handkerchief she carried in her pocket before running back to the line. A bright almost amused grin was on her face. Drawing her dagger and extending it back to throw, she squinted one of her large green eyes and aimed.
Throwing the dagger, it sailed through the air singing in it's metallic voice. She pumped her fist when it landed right where she wanted.
The dagger had pinned itself deep between the legs of her male drawing. An almost menacing laugh came from her throat, her hands on her hips. The elf men that were watching had let there eyes bulge where her dagger landed. They turned there heads away, squinting there eyes with there mouths forming tight pursed circles.
Victoria had noticed there reaction and like from the exorcist movie, she stiffly turned her head in there direction, an evil grin on her face while she cackled. They literally grimaced and took a rather large step out of her distance. Victoria laughed to herself like a child that had just received candy. Taking her twin dagger, she threw it and to her delight it embedded itself right next to it's other in the groin of her drawing.
Pumping her fist in triumph, she ran over and drew back her daggers which almost seemed to laugh mockingly at the men at it's achievement. Victoria strode over to the line once again and aimed one of them with complete concentration. Throwing it, it landed once more in the place where it had been only moments before. The elves who were watching sucked in nervous breaths reminding themselves never to challenge her in a duel.
Legolas who was walking slowly down the line inspecting his men's work when he was aware that some of them had stopped to watch Victoria who was standing at the end of the line throwing a pair of her own twin daggers. When finally becoming very curious Legolas jogged over in her direction, his long LothLorien bow strapped expertly to his back. His long blond strands of vibrant hair lifted in the wind as he ran, the fabric of his tunic and cloak also billowing like a whip of a rippling flag in the air.
The prince's eyebrows were drawn together in curiosity until coming to the front of the pack of his woodland kin. Victoria was indeed throwing her daggers. Legolas' intense blue eyes followed the dagger as it sailed through the air like an arrow but then almost gasped when it landed in the groin of a drawing Victoria had so obviously drawn on the large target instead of a red bulls eye.
The elf prince grimaced as he approached, his gaze not faltering from the target board that had the two blades deeply embedded in.
Meanwhile Victoria had stopped when a soft voice spoke from beside her.
"Well,...That is certainly um..intriguing.." Legolas said somewhat with a distorted voice while tugging at the collar of his tunic. The elf fleet flashed him washed up expressions. Isil who was among them had stepped forward, his fingers drumming across his bow.
"Victoria.. you are a little monster" He said with a playful grin. Victoria just shook her hips at him, her nose in facing the sky above. She then ran over to the target and grabbed back her blades and settled once of them back in her boot. She made her way back to the line and then mockingly lunged toward the pack of elf men as if going to throw her dagger in the same place as her target. Like she suspected, they jumped back with yelps. Victoria put the dagger away and then started to laugh.
"Some of you elves are such wimps!" She commented with a cheeky grin before swiping her finger across her neck while letting out a loud hiss as if slitting a throat.
"Well, soldiers, let us do some sprinting.." Legolas said leading the large fleet over to large dirt path. Victoria followed from the back of them. Each elf man lined up next to eachother and slowly placed one foot in front of there other and bent down. Victoria did the same but not until after she leaned back to get a good glimpse of there elf butts. Smirking to herself, Victoria then bent down and got ready to start running.
Legolas went to the head of the line aside and then readied his bow. Aiming for the far other end of the dirt path, he slowly let the arrow go. It zoomed through the air with a whoosh and as soon as it landed on the ground marking the finish line, the elves set off.
Victoria lunged from where she was kneeling and took off sprinting. A large grin on her face as she ran. Her hair was flying past her as she passed by elves watching. Her long arms were moving in sync back and forth and her Elven boots were making a soft pitter patter on the dirt path rising a small dark cloud. She could not help but curse softly upon seeing the elves further then she was. It was obvious for elves were incredibly fast runners and as graceful as swans. All Victoria could see were flashes of blond hair as they zoomed by like gold metal Olympic runners.
Knowing that Legolas would never let her live this one down, Victoria bent her head down and ran as fast as her long legs could possibly take her. Only did she realize that she had tripped one of the elves upon running when she saw one of them disappear from her sight and into the cloud of dust that rose up from the steady pound of feet as they sailed by. Victoria then smirked to herself as she ran faster.
Coming up to Isil who was running undeniably faster then she was, Victoria stuck her foot out in his path sending him to topple over her foot and onto his back. She could hear him yell her name while cursing. She was laughing now while doing the same to another elf sprinter next to her. He landed softly in the grass nearby.
Legolas smacked a hand to his forehead. Him and a few other observers could clearly see the pure healer of the name Victoria running at top speed while tripping any competitor she comes in within range of. She would run up close next to an elf and let swiftly stick her foot in-between the elves legs and send them either on there backs in a heap or rolling into the grass aside the dirt path.
He could hear her distinct laugher from behind the cloud of dust. The elf prince could not help but start to laugh to himself. She would always be a surprise to him. Always... When the cloud of dust disappeared, he let his eyes follow her. A grin of sheer joy was on her lips and lit her face with it's own vibrant light. Her hair was like waves in the air as she ran. She truly looked like an elf in the clothing she wore. Victoria enraptured him in a way he did not yet understand. She had the immense ways of being able to dazzle him with her grandeur traits.
Legolas put a hand to his chest when he suddenly felt his heart swell..
Meanwhile Victoria was almost to the top of the line, the fastest runners still pulling ahead of her. When she was finally able to stick her leg in between his strong muscled one, he yelped and then fell into a heap in the dust with wide eyes.
Victoria pumped her hands in the air when she ran past Legolas' arrow marking the finish line. There was laughter from the sidelines along with cheering. She was grinning as if she just escaped a psychiatric center. The sound of the runners from, where they lay on the ground were letting out groans. She just stood there, her arms up at each side.
Victoria suddenly began to beat her fists against her chest like a crazed gorilla while screaming.
"I AM VICTORIA!!! HEAR ME ROAR!!!" She shouted. Some of the elves who were picking there distorted selves from the ground were starting to snort. Never could anyone think of such a strange individual then that of Victoria Watson.
Isil suddenly came from out of no where and grabbed her playfully in a headlock.
"You little devil! You cheated!" He said to her with a grin. She was just leaning against him still laughing.
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When everyone regained there composure, it had been called for time for hand to hand combat. It was important that an elf would know how to defend themselves if ever loosing contact with there weapon. Victoria was busying herself, shedding the dust from her Elven garments. Gently tucking loose strands of hair away behind her ears, she made her way to follow the group. She stood alone at the end of the pack just watching for a few minutes until they started to group in pairs and begin almost wrestling. She wanted to await to see if anyone wanted to fight with her.
"So! Does anyone want to fight me!?" Victoria asked the soldiers. They froze and looked at her mortified.
"Victoria..To lay hands upon a woman in combat is absurd." Isil exclaimed with wide eyes. Victoria just snorted.
"Oh give me a break..I am not some little elf maiden that has the I.Q. of a toaster oven.." Victoria said with an exasperated tone but then just waved her hand when she was met with some rather confused looks.
"I know well indeed what you are capable of..We all know.." Isil said with a sheepish grin before walking away to join in hand combat. Victoria's face drew into a pout before she went to a nearby tree and kicked it through her anger. She hated when she was compared. She hated it oh so much. Had the world always been so male dominated?.. Had men always looked to the women as inferior and weak. Sometimes she kept thinking to herself is she should ask if there was any amazon tribes in middle earth.
Victoria looked once more to the men before walking over to them.
"I wish to challenge someone!" Victoria announced. They once more halted in there combat to look at her as if her brain had somehow broke in half. She then stuck her arm up and a slender finger pointed to the crowd.
"I wish to challenge you!" She shouted with a smirk. Every elf stepped away from the direction to which her finger to see whom she wished to face. Only one lone elf stood there and a smirk on his perfectly shaped lips. He then crossed his arms without a care in the world.
"Oh really?.. Lle lakwenien? (are you joking?).." Legolas asked his face forming an oh so cheeky grin. She slowly walked past the elf audience and crossed her arms in the same matter as the elf prince had done.
"Hell yea..I want some enlightenment. I may be a woman, but that does not mean I can't kick the ass of a blond prince." Victoria retorted. The elves merrily sniggered rudely at her comment.
"Lle tela? (are you finished?)" He asked as if this whole situation was some sort of big joke. Victoria let her hands come down to her hips.
"Amin naa tela (I am finished)" Victoria replied and then dared to approach closer and then thank herself silently for being able to speak some elvish.
"Come on Legs.." Victoria said and then raised her arms in stance. Legolas felt taken aback. She actually desired to fight him?..This was something he had never experienced. Why Elbereth would a young woman want to have hand to hand combat with a man?.. It was simply mad!
"No, Victoria I shall have to decline. To lay my hands upon you in such a way would be very mad indeed." He said calmly. Victoria just snorted not ready to give up. With a fast motion, she had ducked to the ground and swiped her leg under his. No sooner had Legolas found himself on his back. His eyes traveled up to her, surprise masked onto his face. His companions were beyond laughing, more like howling really.
Victoria loomed over him, an amused smirk on her features.
"I always get my way..You know that elf boy." She replied. Legolas growled softly under his breath before extending his arm up for her to help him up. With a snigger she grabbed his hand but only to be pulled down onto the ground and tumbled over onto her back.
Victoria was laying on the ground with an opened mouth behind Legolas shoulder. But somehow the elf prince had managed to do it quite softly. He rolled away from beside her and got to his feet. Victoria did not waste time upon getting up. With a snarl, she scrambled to her feet, red faced. She hated to be embarrassed. Ever since she came to Middle earth, it was something she learned and loathed.
"Why you little scrawny pig headed moron!" Victoria cried. Gasps erupted from the crowd and everyone became completely silent. All mouths except Victoria's were wide open in shock of the words that were just thrown at their prince. All eyes turned to him... Legolas' eyes had grown almost bug eyed and seemed to twitch. His intense eyes then narrowed as he closed in on her.
"You ungrateful little fungus!." Legolas countered. Victoria gasped. I mean, the girl had just been called a fungus! and by a prince!!
"A fungus am I!?" She asked bumping her chest against his with a snarl. As much as she hated to admit, she quite enjoyed having these arguments with Legolas. It was exhilarating..Legolas leaned his face down next to hers, his hands balled into fists. Like her, he gently bumped his chest against hers, there noses almost touching.
"Indeed you are a little fungus my young rebel." Legolas said, his face braking into a grin. Victoria said nothing but give him a hard push, once more the elf fell onto his back. This time Victoria placed her foot victoriously onto his chest to hold him there. She laughed mockingly down at him.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen.." She sneered. The elf prince then glared to the rather large audience that was watching. With that look, they turned away to do combat all the while keeping there keen Elven ears open to eavesdrop.
"I should chain you to a tree..then maybe you would not find yourself in trouble..Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle (don't look for trouble, it will come to you)." Legolas retorted. She just placed her slender hands to her hips.
"Amin n' nowa ikotane (I don't think so)!" She replied with that all too familiar tone of hers. She let her foot off of Legolas' chest. But she did not expect him to jump to his feet like a karate black belt.
(Basically I meant that Legolas did that thing where the professionals in movie get to there feet from lying on there back. When they snap there feet up allowing the body to automatically come up. Jackie chan does it a lot. LOL it looks cool.)
He lunged to her, an ever so mischievous grin on his lips. Victoria jumped away barely missing his eager hands as they tried to grab at her. With a whoop, she headed to the closest place..The forest..
Victoria fled away from him, a laugh pouring from her laugh. Legolas was hot on her trail. If she had time to think her actions of running in the forest with the elf chasing her, she would have slapped herself silly. But nothing came to her mind like that. The only thing she could hear was her hard breaths and the beat of her running steps. Legolas did not make a sound with his graceful feet though.
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Legolas tightly gripped the long white paddle. Ever since Victoria fled into the woods not to long ago, he had been fresh on her trail. Along the way, he borrowed a small Elven canoe. He was know sitting softly upon his knees on the hard white wood of the inside of the small boat. The muscles in his archer arms flexed powerfully as he dipped the paddle into the water with long strides. The elf princes petal lips were curved into a smile. He knew Victoria was close.. Ever since he became close to her heart, he found that a connection had found it's way to his mind. Of where she was..Of what she might do..but the only thing he could not find himself connected to was what she was feeling..her emotions..
Meanwhile Victoria was jumping from tree to tree to the best of her abilities. Having spent so much time among the elves, a bit of what she saw had rubbed off on her. Her leather boots made a silent patter against the branches of the large leafy trees. Long fingers grasped the branches as she passed, wisps of her dark hair bouncing almost excitingly.
Observant green eyes searched through the massive green of the tree and to the river aside. Legolas was sitting peacefully in an Elven boat. He was beautiful as the sun reflected off his hair like the water while his eyes sparkled like fine gems. He casually turned his head slowly from side to side, his lips parted ever so slightly. She knew he was looking for her.
Victoria was so busy in her staring that she did not notice that her foot did not land upon the branch she intended too. With a scream, Victoria hurled down from the tree but only to soar through the air when her hands shot out some of the essence of Naroom. The vine sprung out and tied itself firmly to the branch. Legolas had come aware of her presence when she let out the ear piercing scream.
The elf prince ducked in the boat as a flash of a girl swinging from a vine whizzed by like an arrow. Looking up in bewilderment, Legolas started to laugh upon seeing Victoria swinging from a vine from branch to branch like a wild ape. She was screaming with delight at the adrenaline.
Her legs were curled up as if she was kneeling while her hands were grasping the vine tightly and then she let out a whoop upon letting another vine out to another branch. The air whipped at her face, scenery passing by as if she was riding a horse. Her body sailed through the air like an elf, gliding over the ground and then soaring over the face of the water. As she turned mid swing, she lowered her legs letting her feet glide across the surface of the water like skiing. A small wave followed her feet. Victoria's toes hovered in the surface the tickling sensation filling her skin making her laugh. Legolas who was watching with wide eyes nearby, had his mouth hanging open in astonishment.
Her eyes were shining with joy and then suddenly a thought came to her head causing her to snort. Though Legolas was shouting things up to her, Victoria began to sing. After all, swinging from a vine came to the occasion of the song.
"Spiderman, Spiderman
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size
Catches thieves, just like flies
Look out! Here comes the Spiderman!!" Victoria bellowed out with a grin. Unfortunately for her, she was cut short when the vine suddenly snapped from the rest of it's length that now hung limply on one of the branches. She hurled toward the water with a loud scream. She thought for a split moment how she would hit the water like a pancake against a sizzling frying pan.
Legolas looked down at Victoria who was in his arms, her eyes squeezed shut as she had prepared to hit the water. The elf chuckled softly. One of her eyes peeped open and she then sat up and looked to him. His raised a questioned eyebrow.
"Spider man?" The elf asked. She only sniggered as she got herself into a sitting position in the boat.
"Don't even get me started." Victoria said with a grin.
TBC!