To Lotrgirls: thank you! ^_^ good that you like my character…. =D there's no language because I dunno the language… and because most of the scenes here would be spoken in elvish… it would be pretty hard to write in elvish for all of them.
To Earilmadith: sure I'm going to finish it… as soon as I can get the time to do so… ;) Red eyes? that you have to wait… because I'm still planning… =P
To LorindolTiuviel: Just scroll down… ^^
To Lobo Diablo: read on and you'll know… ^_^
Prince Charming
Elenath smiled at the elf prince before her. She had guessed from Ethuil's features that this first half of the twin had looks enough to knock women off their feet, but never had she expected him to be thus handsome.
Less subtly than Legolas, Elenath ran her eyes over the taut and lithe physique that only came from a lifetime of disciplined training. As her vision glided from his lean limbs and muscles, her gaze stopped at his face. The morning light threw the side of his face into sharp relief, accentuating the finely sculpted nose and the handsome slant of his cheekbones. The sky blue eyes sparkled from where they are like the finest aquamarines. His light blond trickled carelessly on his shoulders, part of which gathered up into a simple ponytail.
He is good looking. That she cannot lie.
"Are you always this quiet?" she asked.
"Only in front of a beautiful lady."
Elenath couldn't resist a smile and a giggle. "I'll take that as a compliment."
"It is a compliment."
She smiled again, and looked straight ahead at the infinite stretch of forest before her. Long had she heard of the beauty of Mirkwood, but it was at this moment did she realize that those words and praises spoken of the ancient forest could never ever fully describe the beauty that was before her eyes.
"Are you an elf?" Legolas spoke up suddenly.
Elenath cocked an eyebrow. "What makes you think that?"
Legolas shrugged. "You speak Sindarin."
She gasped inwardly. How could she have been so careless? Elenath kept her surprise and distress carefully hidden. "I know a few elves. They taught me your language."
"Oh," Legolas' voice trailed off suspiciously into the aromatic air.
Elenath looked away. She knew what Legolas was thinking. Sindarin, or Quenya was not a language everyone knew, neither is it a language that mortals can learn that simply. Unless one had grown up in the accompaniment of elves, it is highly doubted that he or she could master either language.
The truth is, she did grow up in an elvish environment. Only she feels there is no need to tell Legolas that. For that would lead to many other inconvenient things happening. The last thing she wanted, were obstacles.
Obstacles…
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Legolas walked back to his room with a somewhat disappointed sigh. Finally, he gets to meet the lady he was thinking of, but their meeting was, least to say, awkward.
"Legolas!"
Legolas turned to see who was calling him. His face lit into a smile as he saw Aduial waving ecstatically at him with an elvish blade in his hands.
"What's going on?" Legolas asked, eyeing the shining blade.
"Sparring contest," Aduial replied, his eyes sparkling. "Come! Join us!" Without waiting for Legolas' reply, Aduial grabbed his elbow and pulled him towards the training area. Legolas sighed and allowed himself to be pulled.
"Hey! We have a new contestant!" Aduial shouted as he pushed open the door.
Legolas looked up and saw most of the warrior elves in the training grounds. It seemed to him that he was the only one who can fight, but was not there.
"Legolas!" Ethuil was jumping up and down at the side of the courts, waving excitedly. She continued jumping three more times. At the fourth count, she leapt up, somersaulted across the courts and landed neatly in front of him.
Legolas widened his eyes. "When did you learn that?"
His sister grinned widely, and sneaked a side look at Aduial. "It doesn't matter. Come! No one's beaten me yet."
"Wha… Hey! Ethuil! Where are you taking–" Legolas stopped short as Ethuil stuffed the hilt of a sword into his hands. "Me…"
Ethuil smiled slyly and lunged at Legolas.
"Whoa! Ethuil!" Legolas held up his sword in time to protect his arm from being chopped off. "Ethuil!"
"Come on, Legolas. You can fight better than that!" Ethuil shouted. Her strokes were fast, accurate, apparently well trained by a skilled soldier.
Legolas knitted his brows. They had exchanged twenty strokes so far, and Legolas never countered a single stroke. He kept a passive smile on his face while he successfully blocked every of Ethuil's thrusts.
'Forty-nine, fifty!' Legolas counted inwardly. Then, he moved faster.
"Ethuil… be careful!" Legolas said as he thrust out his sword. Ethuil barely managed to duck just as the tip of the blade sliced through where her head was a second ago. Her heart skipped a beat. As she straightened, she heard the wind cutting behind her. Clumsily, she stepped aside and held up her sword to stop the incoming blade. Legolas flicked his wrist and the sword swerved past her sword. Before Ethuil could register any thought, he twirled the sword deftly between his fingers and held the tip gently on Ethuil's temple.
Ethuil was breathing hard and she slowly lowered her weapon. "That was great!"
Legolas smiled and lowered his weapon. Then, he stepped closer to Ethuil and inspected her for any injuries. "You were great too."
Ethuil blushed slightly and Legolas patted her head brotherly. "Aduial! Your turn!" Then she turned to Legolas. "Let me see the two best fighters in Mirkwood in action, alright?"
Legolas looked at his earnest sister with an exasperated sigh. He really need to learn how to say 'no' to his sister.
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Elenath stood behind the pillar, watching Legolas sparred with Aduial. As the two blades clanged against each other merrily, she could not take her eyes off a certain blond hair elf.
'He's good,' Elenath noted. Being a warrior herself, her eyes were trained to check out an opponent's footwork or skills.
Her eyes followed Legolas as he leapt agilely over Aduial. His footwork was swift and agile, matching the skillfulness and precision of his thrusts and parries. Legolas was not like any other dumb warriors she had seen, using brute strength only. He was a skilled warrior, with each move a possible fatal one.
Irresistibly, her gaze lingered on Legolas' face. He looked slightly different from just now. When in a battle, Legolas put on a toughened look. His jaw locked and his brows knitted tightly, while his moves were graceful and experienced. All that only added on to his allure.
She could not help it. Her eyes could not take themselves off him. Off that chiseled jaw… off that good-looking profile… off the Prince of Mirkwood…
Elenath looked away, her usually steeled heart quickening slightly. 'No… no more falling in love for you young lady… No more…'
The past rushes past her mind, stinging her eyes with hot tears. 'No…more…'
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There was a 'miniature' feast that night for the champion of the sparring contest. Legolas, having won the contest hands down, wondered if the feast was really as impromptu as Ethuil had said. He took a glance down the fifty-meter long table and raised an eyebrow at his twin, who simply raised her goblet with a cheeky smile.
Legolas felt a faint headache approaching as he took a sip of the wine in his goblet. With a sigh of resignation, he tucked in. His eyes soon wandered off his plate and towards a certain raven-hair lady sitting two seats diagonally across from him.
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Elenath felt Legolas' eyes on her and she purposefully looked away. For some reason, she feels that if she should look any longer in his eyes, her heart would be taken. As it is now, her heart was beating crazily against her ribs.
'I can't fall in love again!' Elenath told herself. 'No young lady… stop thinking about him!'
Like so many times before, Elenath forced her heart to calm down. Slowly, she felt her heart slowing down.
'He is the Prince…' Elenath reminded herself. 'He's the Prince…'
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She looked up at the stars. Her name meant the stars. Her life revolves around the stars. Since young, she has the powers to know the future by astrology. The different positions of the stars allow her to calculate the future. It was a gift, as well as a curse.
Elenath looked at her clean, slim fingers. Who could have imagined that those fingers had once stained the blood of so many other elves? So many other beings of her own kinds, and so many people whom she had believed once…
Her fingers touched her stomach carefully. The wound had healed, but not entirely. She smiled bitterly as she remembered the happenings of that day. She remembered how the elvish blade slid through her body just as she stabbed her own into her opponent's chest. The last thing she heard from the man was the three words that she had longed to hear. Every time her heart was taken, nothing good would ever come out of it.
It was too late…
All too… late…
She was a cursed star. A star that was born under the alignment of thirteen galaxies in a straight line. Her whole life had been cursed, so would be everyone who loved her, and whom she loved.
She looked perfect, but nothing about her was perfect. Even her blood. In her body runs the worst of both humans and elves, yet carries the best of both species. She was nothing more than an impurity in both species of humans and elves…
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