It had been five days since he had left Mirkwood on this chase, and Legolas was already pacing his room. He paced to the window, and back to the door, and back again to the window. Where could she be? She most likely would wander here, he thought, unless she went to Mayir.... Legolas growled in frustration, running his fingers along the braid that hung down behind his left ear.
Damn her. He was distraught.... Of course, everyone thought the Aunorey and Legolas hated each other, and in truth... One was in love with the other. He was angry with her, dazed, confused. How dare she treat him like that? The last time they met...
When Aunorey had been born, he was three years old. He was just-turned twenty. He hated her when she was a youngster, and she had moved to Hyburn for ten years when she turned seven. Aunorey and her family came back when she turned seventeen, and he didn't recognize her.
She wasn't the little bitch Aunorey anymore. The one with the ratty hair, the one who was more like a little boy than the little girl in nice dresses and headpieces. Her parents had let her run wild except when other royalty or company was over. It had driven Legolas crazy.
But at seventeen, she had grown almost one and a half feet to 5'10, and her ratty hair was now long and silky, darker. Her face was older, her eyes so wise beyond their years. Her once small, plump body was now willowly, long, and firm. Legolas remembered what she had been wearing the day he saw her directing a servant with a trunk to her room the first day she had arrived. A long, soft white gown with long sleeves made of translucent material that hung down to her knees. The bodice was form fitting, the skirt flowing. The bodice had beautiful beadwork sewn onto it. Her hair had been up in thin braids and a messy bun, with tendrils and curls hanging her and there, and a few locks of hair fell down her back. There had been diamonds along the top of her forehead.
She was a vision.
And he wanted her to be only his vision. His alone.
But she disliked him then, mainly for the reason of what he had done to her when she was younger.
He remembered being a young elf boy, with long, light blonde hair he had worn then to his shoulders, and had still been trying to grow into his ears. He had put frogs in her bed, worms in her soup... That's what she got for living in a palace connected to his! He always used to think.
But at seventeen, she was serene. Aunorey had manners, and knew when to speak and always had the right thing to say. She spoke her mind. A few others hated this in her, but she had always been so adventerous.
The top of her ears had split into three different parts, curling at the end. She had different coloured jewels running along the sides of her ears...
Coming out of his thoughts, Legolas stopped himself from thinking about that day. He had come up to talk to her, and it was not what he had expected...
"Hello," Legolas approached Aunorey.
He watched as her smile suddenly froze and ice entered her warm eyes. Aunorey stared at him, and smile fading until there was nothing but a sad, beautiful face staring at him. "Hi." She said.
"I've come by to greet your family and give help where needed." Legolas felt his face grew warm. What was this? He reached out to touch her arm in a greeting gesture, but she stepped back.
"Legolas," she said quietly, no venom, only sadness, in her voice. "Please... Listen, I know all the rotten things happened years ago. But they are what made me who I am. I thank you for that, but I cannot speak to you on my own, nor can I forgive you. For some reason, it's rather painful." And with that, Aunorey turned her back to him and entered her room.
Legolas started toward the door but his pride and arrogance stopped him. He had turned his own back, and stormed away.
Legolas shook his head and headed toward the door. He bounded down the stairs, his shiny brown boots barely making a noise as his lithe body took him to the bottom floor. He went to the bar, and got the innkeeper's attention.
"Tell me," he started, "have you seen a girl..." He went on to explain how Aunorey looked, and the blue gown she had been wearing.
Thomas Bowin, the innkeeper, scratched his beard. "Aunorey? Ah, long brown hair, green eyes? Yes, actually, she's been here since yesterday evening, Prince. Would you like me to call her down for you?"
Legolas shook his head. He was overjoyed. What luck was this? Suddenly, everything was looking up. Aunorey was at the same inn... She HAD wandered this way! Suppressing the warm feeling that crept into his chest, he nodded at Thomas. "No don't send her a note, but thank you for the information. Thank you very much."
He went back upstairs.
Damn her. He was distraught.... Of course, everyone thought the Aunorey and Legolas hated each other, and in truth... One was in love with the other. He was angry with her, dazed, confused. How dare she treat him like that? The last time they met...
When Aunorey had been born, he was three years old. He was just-turned twenty. He hated her when she was a youngster, and she had moved to Hyburn for ten years when she turned seven. Aunorey and her family came back when she turned seventeen, and he didn't recognize her.
She wasn't the little bitch Aunorey anymore. The one with the ratty hair, the one who was more like a little boy than the little girl in nice dresses and headpieces. Her parents had let her run wild except when other royalty or company was over. It had driven Legolas crazy.
But at seventeen, she had grown almost one and a half feet to 5'10, and her ratty hair was now long and silky, darker. Her face was older, her eyes so wise beyond their years. Her once small, plump body was now willowly, long, and firm. Legolas remembered what she had been wearing the day he saw her directing a servant with a trunk to her room the first day she had arrived. A long, soft white gown with long sleeves made of translucent material that hung down to her knees. The bodice was form fitting, the skirt flowing. The bodice had beautiful beadwork sewn onto it. Her hair had been up in thin braids and a messy bun, with tendrils and curls hanging her and there, and a few locks of hair fell down her back. There had been diamonds along the top of her forehead.
She was a vision.
And he wanted her to be only his vision. His alone.
But she disliked him then, mainly for the reason of what he had done to her when she was younger.
He remembered being a young elf boy, with long, light blonde hair he had worn then to his shoulders, and had still been trying to grow into his ears. He had put frogs in her bed, worms in her soup... That's what she got for living in a palace connected to his! He always used to think.
But at seventeen, she was serene. Aunorey had manners, and knew when to speak and always had the right thing to say. She spoke her mind. A few others hated this in her, but she had always been so adventerous.
The top of her ears had split into three different parts, curling at the end. She had different coloured jewels running along the sides of her ears...
Coming out of his thoughts, Legolas stopped himself from thinking about that day. He had come up to talk to her, and it was not what he had expected...
"Hello," Legolas approached Aunorey.
He watched as her smile suddenly froze and ice entered her warm eyes. Aunorey stared at him, and smile fading until there was nothing but a sad, beautiful face staring at him. "Hi." She said.
"I've come by to greet your family and give help where needed." Legolas felt his face grew warm. What was this? He reached out to touch her arm in a greeting gesture, but she stepped back.
"Legolas," she said quietly, no venom, only sadness, in her voice. "Please... Listen, I know all the rotten things happened years ago. But they are what made me who I am. I thank you for that, but I cannot speak to you on my own, nor can I forgive you. For some reason, it's rather painful." And with that, Aunorey turned her back to him and entered her room.
Legolas started toward the door but his pride and arrogance stopped him. He had turned his own back, and stormed away.
Legolas shook his head and headed toward the door. He bounded down the stairs, his shiny brown boots barely making a noise as his lithe body took him to the bottom floor. He went to the bar, and got the innkeeper's attention.
"Tell me," he started, "have you seen a girl..." He went on to explain how Aunorey looked, and the blue gown she had been wearing.
Thomas Bowin, the innkeeper, scratched his beard. "Aunorey? Ah, long brown hair, green eyes? Yes, actually, she's been here since yesterday evening, Prince. Would you like me to call her down for you?"
Legolas shook his head. He was overjoyed. What luck was this? Suddenly, everything was looking up. Aunorey was at the same inn... She HAD wandered this way! Suppressing the warm feeling that crept into his chest, he nodded at Thomas. "No don't send her a note, but thank you for the information. Thank you very much."
He went back upstairs.