"Negative attention? You're lucky you got any at all. Always so quiet, so... Perfect." He spat the word out.
"Perfect?" Aunorey inquired. "How so?"
"You know you were, always saying the right thing, only speaking when spoken too or to speak your mind. Everybody in Mirkwood adores you and I swear, kisses the ground you walk on."
"You don't." She said coldly.
Legolas rolled his eyes and turned to the hearth. He put his arm on the mantle and stared at the flames, watching as they licked at each other, swirling into a huge mass of oranges and yellows and blue. He had to think of something to say to that... He couldn't tell her the truth. "Hmm, like you care?"
"You are so arrogant!" Aunorey shrieked the words. She ran a hand through her long hair and moved forward. "You're speaking to me your own life. Everyone LOVES you, everyone kisses the ground YOU walk on. You know it, too."
Legolas turned toward her, leaned back against the brick, and eyed her suspiciously.
Half of his face was in shadow, and the only other thing Aunorey could see was his hair that had fallen over his shoulder and his crossed arms. His hair gleamed gold, and for a moment she was taken in it. He is attractive, she thought... But so arrogant... What an ass.
"If they do, then that's their problem. I never pay attention anyway."
"And why not? They're your people!"
"They're my father's people."
"You'll be king someday, too!"
"Maybe so."
Aunorey rolled her eyes. "You are so difficult..."
"Why'd you do it?" Legolas murmured quietly.
"Do what?" She asked queerly, turning her face to him.
"Run away."
"That's none of your business." She said, and went over to sit on the bed.
"Fine." He said, annoyed. Aunorey heard it in his voice.
"I'm thirsty."
"Too bad."
"Legolas!" Aunorey whined the word out. It felt wonderful to whine, she hadn't done it since she was eight.
"No."
Aunorey pouted her lip. "Please, please, please, please, pl-"
"FINE. Good God, come on." Legolas strode over to her and grabbed her arm, hauling her up. "You better act normal or I swear.."
"Or you'll what?"
"You don't want to know, now go." He shoved her forward and she tripped a little, but kept her balance.
"Must you keep doing that?"
"Yes," he told her. "Let's you know your place. I'm merely showing you the anger of everyone back in Mirkwood."
Aunorey laughed. "See? If they all LOVED me and KISSED the ground I walked on, they wouldn't be angry. They'd be worried, or..."
Legolas gave her a look that clearly said Shut Up.
Aunorey closed her mouth, and went downstairs with Legolas right behind her. Please work, Aunorey thought, this is the only chance I've got. How am I supposed to get outside?
She looked around when they got to the bar. She ordered a glass of water, and Legolas ordered ale. "Sit."
"Legolas, my things are still over there. I never got a chance to grab them after YOU grabbed ME." She pointed to the opposite room, where the door was.
Legolas sat down, gave her an annoyed look. "Then go get them."
Aunorey went, and felt his eyes on her. She grabbed her things then went to the side door, which was blocked from his view by a wall. She ran outside, quietly closed the door, and went to the horse she knew had to be his. It was a huge, white creature with a gorgeous leather saddle with Elvish engraving. She quickly untethered the horse and pulled on his reins to get him to back up with her. Aunorey jumped on the saddle, not bothering with the stirups. Clung to the horse with her knees and kicked, holding tight on the reins.
But suddenly she was stopped when someone else grabbed the reins a few seconds later.
"Perfect?" Aunorey inquired. "How so?"
"You know you were, always saying the right thing, only speaking when spoken too or to speak your mind. Everybody in Mirkwood adores you and I swear, kisses the ground you walk on."
"You don't." She said coldly.
Legolas rolled his eyes and turned to the hearth. He put his arm on the mantle and stared at the flames, watching as they licked at each other, swirling into a huge mass of oranges and yellows and blue. He had to think of something to say to that... He couldn't tell her the truth. "Hmm, like you care?"
"You are so arrogant!" Aunorey shrieked the words. She ran a hand through her long hair and moved forward. "You're speaking to me your own life. Everyone LOVES you, everyone kisses the ground YOU walk on. You know it, too."
Legolas turned toward her, leaned back against the brick, and eyed her suspiciously.
Half of his face was in shadow, and the only other thing Aunorey could see was his hair that had fallen over his shoulder and his crossed arms. His hair gleamed gold, and for a moment she was taken in it. He is attractive, she thought... But so arrogant... What an ass.
"If they do, then that's their problem. I never pay attention anyway."
"And why not? They're your people!"
"They're my father's people."
"You'll be king someday, too!"
"Maybe so."
Aunorey rolled her eyes. "You are so difficult..."
"Why'd you do it?" Legolas murmured quietly.
"Do what?" She asked queerly, turning her face to him.
"Run away."
"That's none of your business." She said, and went over to sit on the bed.
"Fine." He said, annoyed. Aunorey heard it in his voice.
"I'm thirsty."
"Too bad."
"Legolas!" Aunorey whined the word out. It felt wonderful to whine, she hadn't done it since she was eight.
"No."
Aunorey pouted her lip. "Please, please, please, please, pl-"
"FINE. Good God, come on." Legolas strode over to her and grabbed her arm, hauling her up. "You better act normal or I swear.."
"Or you'll what?"
"You don't want to know, now go." He shoved her forward and she tripped a little, but kept her balance.
"Must you keep doing that?"
"Yes," he told her. "Let's you know your place. I'm merely showing you the anger of everyone back in Mirkwood."
Aunorey laughed. "See? If they all LOVED me and KISSED the ground I walked on, they wouldn't be angry. They'd be worried, or..."
Legolas gave her a look that clearly said Shut Up.
Aunorey closed her mouth, and went downstairs with Legolas right behind her. Please work, Aunorey thought, this is the only chance I've got. How am I supposed to get outside?
She looked around when they got to the bar. She ordered a glass of water, and Legolas ordered ale. "Sit."
"Legolas, my things are still over there. I never got a chance to grab them after YOU grabbed ME." She pointed to the opposite room, where the door was.
Legolas sat down, gave her an annoyed look. "Then go get them."
Aunorey went, and felt his eyes on her. She grabbed her things then went to the side door, which was blocked from his view by a wall. She ran outside, quietly closed the door, and went to the horse she knew had to be his. It was a huge, white creature with a gorgeous leather saddle with Elvish engraving. She quickly untethered the horse and pulled on his reins to get him to back up with her. Aunorey jumped on the saddle, not bothering with the stirups. Clung to the horse with her knees and kicked, holding tight on the reins.
But suddenly she was stopped when someone else grabbed the reins a few seconds later.