Chapter 4
Legolas had taken her to the inn that was on the clearing that was Mirkwood; for it was a forest, and the substantially big clearing in the center of it, that few knew about, served as the 'town', with an inn for travelers, as well as a few houses, but not many. The inn was hardly occupied, and Legolas went in with the hood of his cloak on, so none of the few there knew who he was.
Rinq walked up the bar and talked to the employee, who came around and led them to her room. "Since the travelers are so scarce these days, we only keep three rooms now, and the other two are being occupied. Sorry for the inconvenience." He said as he walked out. They both walked further into the room and gazed at the one bed.
"You, my good Legolas, are sleeping on the floor tonight." Rinq walked over and grabbed a pillow and tossed it to him, and then pulled a blanket off the bed as well. She walked over and sat down on the bed. "Or you could always just ride on to your house."
"It is late, and I think I should stay here." He waited outside while Rinq changed into the nightgown that she had borrowed from the innkeepers wife for the night; she had told them that her things had been lost when her horse ran away while she was sleeping, and she had gone out to find him, and had fallen and hit her head, when Legolas found her.
"Alright," She said through the door, and he walked back in. She was sitting in the chair in front of the mirror staring at her face; the cuts from the branches were only surface wounds, and would heal quickly enough. She had stopped at a stream before coming to the inn and washed the blood they had left away, and no questions had been asked as to how she received them. She picked up a brush, that she had also been lended by the wife, and brushed out her long black hair.
Legolas had never seen anything like it; it looked black, and yet in the spots where the light hit it, it was a shocking blue color, the color of the eyes of most of the Elves, for her eyes were not that color. They were a deep, deep, almost violet color of dark blue, which he had never seen any being have before. He was amazed at how different she looked in the light. When he had seen her get up for the first time, he assumed that she was the same as all other Elf girls, and yet, as he saw her now, her face was striking. She had soft facial features, her nose blended into her cheeks perfectly, and her face was much paler than the rest of the Elves; yet her lips were full and pink.
She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, getting underneath the sheet that was left on it, and curled into a ball, and slipped fastly into sleep. It was not as easy for Legolas, however.
Chapter 5
The floor was hard and cold, and the pillow and blanket that she had given him were not doing much to help him. There was a draft coming up through the floorboards, and every time he tried to roll over they would creak underneath him. He closed his eyes, and only stared at his eyelids until he saw the light shine through his eyelids; at some point he heard the innkeeper come on, most likely to lay out the dress that Rinq had been wearing the night before after it had been washed. He got up off the floor and walked over to open the drapes on the window, hoping that would rouse Rinq. He sat down in the chair by the window, looking out at the sun slowly rising over the treetops. He looked over at Rinq as she stirred; it was quite strange, though.
When he had seen her last night, she had seemed quite fair, and yet now, while the light was upon her, she seemed, well, dull. Her hair seemed to be only the same dark color as the rest of the Elves with the Raven hair, and her skin seemed much the same as well. She had been so, unique, and yet now she was like all the others who swooned over him…and yet she did not swoon, in the least. He was thinking that maybe all the attention he had been getting from the maidens of Mirkwood was going to his head, and he did not like it. He could have any of them he wanted, and yet he didn't want one of them. He didn't want anyone else either.
Rinq rolled over, and winced as the light illuminated the backs of her eyelids. She picked up the pillow she had under her head, and threw it into Legolas' head, shaking him from his thoughts.
"Will you close that blasted window?" Her words were slurred, and she pulled the sheet over her head. Legolas got up and closed the drapes, and sat back down, pondering some things.
Why did she not know who I am?, he thought, for s person of a realm would at least know something of their rulers, would they not? And why had she said she did not remember where she was going? And why was she alone, in the woods? His head spun with questions. His heart yearned for answers. Yet his mind advised against it, for it was her business. They would most likely part after this morning, but where would she go? Where would he go? Most likely back to the palace, to waste away under the weight of his crown. And she had known that within two hours of knowing him; is usually took other people about a week. She knew his exact feelings…it seemed that at night there was some strange power with her, lying the darkness that surrounded her.
She eventually got out of bed, when she realized that there was no way she would be able to get back to sleep; Legolas noticed that her eyes still had the same glint in them, the same doorway that he felt he could look into her soul with.
"I think I shall go downstairs and get something to eat." He said to her simply; she nodded in response, and he got up and went downstairs.
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Rinq walked over to the table where the mirror was, as well as a basin of water, and splashed some on her face; the feeling felt good, like all the worries she had, although she had forgotten them along time ago…she only wished she could make sense of why so much of her life was forgotten. She could not remember why she in the woods last night, or where she was from, who her parents were, or who she really was. She knew only her name…and that meant alone.
She walked over to the foot of the bed and got her dress that had been washed for her; despite the romp through the woods last night, it was still in good shape. This was good to her only because it was the only piece of clothing she owned, and she had a feeling that she would be wearing it a lot. She had so many questions running through her head, but one stood out among the rest of them: What the hell is happening to me? She couldn't remember where she had come from, who she had come from…why she was running away.
Was she running away? If so, then from what? The oldest memory she had was of last night, when she had taken off her cloak while riding Anarriima. Up until that point, she had no memory…what is going on, she asked herself in her head, what is going on.
And who the hell is this Legolas guy?
A voice answered her in the back of her mind; the Heir to Mirkwood.
She replied back to the voice; and what does he have to do with me?
He found you, saved you. He will do this again, and will help you find your past.
Do I want to find my past?
Do not lie to yourself, Rinq.
Is it lying if the truth is something that I do not know?
Come to me, Enriqua, come to me. All will be revealed soon.
And who are you? What will be revealed?
What you do not wish to know.
Then why am I coming to you?
Legolas knocked on the door, and came in. "You clean up quite nicely."
"Thank you. I suppose that we shall be taking our own ways now?" Rinq looked at the ground, then walked over and sat down, and began braiding her hair in front of the mirror. She had not done this for a long time, and it reminded her of something, of a time before, and yet she did not match any time or place to it.
"Yes, that makes the most sense to me." He paused. "But where will you go? For you are without horse, money, or even a destination."
Rinq laughed quietly. "I do not know. I think I shall wander the face of the world." Her laughter filled the air again.
Stay with him. He will lead you to me. You want to know the truth.
I fear it will hurt me. I do not wish to know.
You do, in the dark parts of your soul, yearn for the reason of your pitiful existence. I will tell you why you are here.
Why am I so pitiful to a voice in my own mind?
What if I am not in your mind?
Then where are you?
You shall soon know.
Who are you?
I do not think you want to know right now.
Legolas had taken her to the inn that was on the clearing that was Mirkwood; for it was a forest, and the substantially big clearing in the center of it, that few knew about, served as the 'town', with an inn for travelers, as well as a few houses, but not many. The inn was hardly occupied, and Legolas went in with the hood of his cloak on, so none of the few there knew who he was.
Rinq walked up the bar and talked to the employee, who came around and led them to her room. "Since the travelers are so scarce these days, we only keep three rooms now, and the other two are being occupied. Sorry for the inconvenience." He said as he walked out. They both walked further into the room and gazed at the one bed.
"You, my good Legolas, are sleeping on the floor tonight." Rinq walked over and grabbed a pillow and tossed it to him, and then pulled a blanket off the bed as well. She walked over and sat down on the bed. "Or you could always just ride on to your house."
"It is late, and I think I should stay here." He waited outside while Rinq changed into the nightgown that she had borrowed from the innkeepers wife for the night; she had told them that her things had been lost when her horse ran away while she was sleeping, and she had gone out to find him, and had fallen and hit her head, when Legolas found her.
"Alright," She said through the door, and he walked back in. She was sitting in the chair in front of the mirror staring at her face; the cuts from the branches were only surface wounds, and would heal quickly enough. She had stopped at a stream before coming to the inn and washed the blood they had left away, and no questions had been asked as to how she received them. She picked up a brush, that she had also been lended by the wife, and brushed out her long black hair.
Legolas had never seen anything like it; it looked black, and yet in the spots where the light hit it, it was a shocking blue color, the color of the eyes of most of the Elves, for her eyes were not that color. They were a deep, deep, almost violet color of dark blue, which he had never seen any being have before. He was amazed at how different she looked in the light. When he had seen her get up for the first time, he assumed that she was the same as all other Elf girls, and yet, as he saw her now, her face was striking. She had soft facial features, her nose blended into her cheeks perfectly, and her face was much paler than the rest of the Elves; yet her lips were full and pink.
She walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, getting underneath the sheet that was left on it, and curled into a ball, and slipped fastly into sleep. It was not as easy for Legolas, however.
Chapter 5
The floor was hard and cold, and the pillow and blanket that she had given him were not doing much to help him. There was a draft coming up through the floorboards, and every time he tried to roll over they would creak underneath him. He closed his eyes, and only stared at his eyelids until he saw the light shine through his eyelids; at some point he heard the innkeeper come on, most likely to lay out the dress that Rinq had been wearing the night before after it had been washed. He got up off the floor and walked over to open the drapes on the window, hoping that would rouse Rinq. He sat down in the chair by the window, looking out at the sun slowly rising over the treetops. He looked over at Rinq as she stirred; it was quite strange, though.
When he had seen her last night, she had seemed quite fair, and yet now, while the light was upon her, she seemed, well, dull. Her hair seemed to be only the same dark color as the rest of the Elves with the Raven hair, and her skin seemed much the same as well. She had been so, unique, and yet now she was like all the others who swooned over him…and yet she did not swoon, in the least. He was thinking that maybe all the attention he had been getting from the maidens of Mirkwood was going to his head, and he did not like it. He could have any of them he wanted, and yet he didn't want one of them. He didn't want anyone else either.
Rinq rolled over, and winced as the light illuminated the backs of her eyelids. She picked up the pillow she had under her head, and threw it into Legolas' head, shaking him from his thoughts.
"Will you close that blasted window?" Her words were slurred, and she pulled the sheet over her head. Legolas got up and closed the drapes, and sat back down, pondering some things.
Why did she not know who I am?, he thought, for s person of a realm would at least know something of their rulers, would they not? And why had she said she did not remember where she was going? And why was she alone, in the woods? His head spun with questions. His heart yearned for answers. Yet his mind advised against it, for it was her business. They would most likely part after this morning, but where would she go? Where would he go? Most likely back to the palace, to waste away under the weight of his crown. And she had known that within two hours of knowing him; is usually took other people about a week. She knew his exact feelings…it seemed that at night there was some strange power with her, lying the darkness that surrounded her.
She eventually got out of bed, when she realized that there was no way she would be able to get back to sleep; Legolas noticed that her eyes still had the same glint in them, the same doorway that he felt he could look into her soul with.
"I think I shall go downstairs and get something to eat." He said to her simply; she nodded in response, and he got up and went downstairs.
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Rinq walked over to the table where the mirror was, as well as a basin of water, and splashed some on her face; the feeling felt good, like all the worries she had, although she had forgotten them along time ago…she only wished she could make sense of why so much of her life was forgotten. She could not remember why she in the woods last night, or where she was from, who her parents were, or who she really was. She knew only her name…and that meant alone.
She walked over to the foot of the bed and got her dress that had been washed for her; despite the romp through the woods last night, it was still in good shape. This was good to her only because it was the only piece of clothing she owned, and she had a feeling that she would be wearing it a lot. She had so many questions running through her head, but one stood out among the rest of them: What the hell is happening to me? She couldn't remember where she had come from, who she had come from…why she was running away.
Was she running away? If so, then from what? The oldest memory she had was of last night, when she had taken off her cloak while riding Anarriima. Up until that point, she had no memory…what is going on, she asked herself in her head, what is going on.
And who the hell is this Legolas guy?
A voice answered her in the back of her mind; the Heir to Mirkwood.
She replied back to the voice; and what does he have to do with me?
He found you, saved you. He will do this again, and will help you find your past.
Do I want to find my past?
Do not lie to yourself, Rinq.
Is it lying if the truth is something that I do not know?
Come to me, Enriqua, come to me. All will be revealed soon.
And who are you? What will be revealed?
What you do not wish to know.
Then why am I coming to you?
Legolas knocked on the door, and came in. "You clean up quite nicely."
"Thank you. I suppose that we shall be taking our own ways now?" Rinq looked at the ground, then walked over and sat down, and began braiding her hair in front of the mirror. She had not done this for a long time, and it reminded her of something, of a time before, and yet she did not match any time or place to it.
"Yes, that makes the most sense to me." He paused. "But where will you go? For you are without horse, money, or even a destination."
Rinq laughed quietly. "I do not know. I think I shall wander the face of the world." Her laughter filled the air again.
Stay with him. He will lead you to me. You want to know the truth.
I fear it will hurt me. I do not wish to know.
You do, in the dark parts of your soul, yearn for the reason of your pitiful existence. I will tell you why you are here.
Why am I so pitiful to a voice in my own mind?
What if I am not in your mind?
Then where are you?
You shall soon know.
Who are you?
I do not think you want to know right now.
