Chapter 9
The people of Lothlorien were as bright as the City itself. They were jovial, and enjoyed a good time. Galadriel sat on the dais while the feast began; Rinq and Legolas were to her right, sitting next to each other, talking quietly.
"So where will you go, after you leave?"
"Home, most likely. I have to face that I will be a kind someday, although I do not wish it."
"But it seems as though you have accepted that it will be what happens." She looked at him, and realized that the 'feelings' he had for her were hidden to both of them, for she did not accept it that he had them for her; he was not even aware of them himself. There was only a deep friendship that had formed quickly, for he had helped her find her past, and had saved her life.
"I do not know what will happen, I only know that I must deal with it as it comes, and not let it get to me now."
Rinq stopped a server and got another glass of wine, even though she was already on her fifth. "That is the way to handle such things, Legolas." She sipped at her glass, the taste filling her mouth.
"And yet this is not the case for you, Rinq. It seems as though you have the power to know what will happen to you. What do you see yourself doing?"
"I think I shall go back to Rivendell, and see if Elrond shall let me stay there once again, for it seemed as though I was happy there." She had already told him about what the mirror had shown, and about what Galadriel had told her, all except for the part about Legolas. "I think I shall leave soon, for my heart yearns to go back."
"Do you wish I should take you?" He sipped at his own glass as well, leaning back in his chair. "There are foul things about lately, and you would not be safe on your ow-" Rinq pushed her chair back, and got up, walking away from the table; Legolas got up and followed her, looking bewildered. She walked down some stairs; there were many in the realm of Lorien. It seemed as though she was trying to loose him…and she did. After many sharp turns, he lost sight of her, and like that, she was gone.
~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~
The image was burned into Rinq's eyelids; a giant eye, flaming, and lidless, watching her. She heard Galadriel's voice in her mind, "Leave, he had begun looking for you again! Go to Rivendell alone, you shall be safe there." And so she had left, for she knew that if she stayed the Eye would be the result of her being caught once again. She must go alone, for any companions that would be with her would be in the same danger that she would be in; she could not risk it.
She had been in Lorien for only a day, and she was already fleeing. She had known Legolas for but two days, and she had to give it up. She had no feelings that were stronger than friendship…and yet she could not lie to herself anymore.
You know it's more than that.
Oh no, not you again.
You know that you feel the strongest of all feelings for him, Rinq.
And yet nothing shall come of them.
She ran down the last set of stairs, and finally she saw her horse, Voronwer, or loyal one. She did not bother to get any supplies, she would ride until she reached Rivendell; north and then west. She mounted her horse, and brought the reins around, and rode out of the City of Lights.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
Legolas found her horse missing. That was it, along with Rinq herself. She had taken nothing with her. She would die on the journey to Rivendell without protection or food. She was doomed, and he wanted to change her fate.
She was not beautiful to the eye, nor had she the best personality. But she was different. She had not met him and fell to the ground, kissing the places where he had stepped; she was not innocent, she was not pure, like most Elves. She was herself. And that is what he thought he loved about her.
But he was still denying it. She would never feel the same way about him, and he knew why; he had been arrogant to think that he could win her over, that she would be just the same as the other girls that he knew. He had thought her to be normal, but she was far from it. It would never happen, and he knew that. So he forgot about his feelings.
He mounted his own horse, only going to save his friend. If he rode swift enough he would find her. He departed Lorien as well, riding through the darkness, pushing his horse as far as it would go. He heard, with his acute hearing, more footfalls of horses, and he feared for Rinq. They could be Orcs…his worries worsened when he heard screaming coming from the road ahead, then the words being shouted from the girl screaming, in between her sobs.
"NAMAARIE!!!! IL' ER NAMAARIE!!!!" Forget….everyone forget…
What does that mean, thought Legolas? Suddenly a great light flashed before his eyes.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
Rinq had been riding, when suddenly three Nazgul overcame her.
The people of Lothlorien were as bright as the City itself. They were jovial, and enjoyed a good time. Galadriel sat on the dais while the feast began; Rinq and Legolas were to her right, sitting next to each other, talking quietly.
"So where will you go, after you leave?"
"Home, most likely. I have to face that I will be a kind someday, although I do not wish it."
"But it seems as though you have accepted that it will be what happens." She looked at him, and realized that the 'feelings' he had for her were hidden to both of them, for she did not accept it that he had them for her; he was not even aware of them himself. There was only a deep friendship that had formed quickly, for he had helped her find her past, and had saved her life.
"I do not know what will happen, I only know that I must deal with it as it comes, and not let it get to me now."
Rinq stopped a server and got another glass of wine, even though she was already on her fifth. "That is the way to handle such things, Legolas." She sipped at her glass, the taste filling her mouth.
"And yet this is not the case for you, Rinq. It seems as though you have the power to know what will happen to you. What do you see yourself doing?"
"I think I shall go back to Rivendell, and see if Elrond shall let me stay there once again, for it seemed as though I was happy there." She had already told him about what the mirror had shown, and about what Galadriel had told her, all except for the part about Legolas. "I think I shall leave soon, for my heart yearns to go back."
"Do you wish I should take you?" He sipped at his own glass as well, leaning back in his chair. "There are foul things about lately, and you would not be safe on your ow-" Rinq pushed her chair back, and got up, walking away from the table; Legolas got up and followed her, looking bewildered. She walked down some stairs; there were many in the realm of Lorien. It seemed as though she was trying to loose him…and she did. After many sharp turns, he lost sight of her, and like that, she was gone.
~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~**~
The image was burned into Rinq's eyelids; a giant eye, flaming, and lidless, watching her. She heard Galadriel's voice in her mind, "Leave, he had begun looking for you again! Go to Rivendell alone, you shall be safe there." And so she had left, for she knew that if she stayed the Eye would be the result of her being caught once again. She must go alone, for any companions that would be with her would be in the same danger that she would be in; she could not risk it.
She had been in Lorien for only a day, and she was already fleeing. She had known Legolas for but two days, and she had to give it up. She had no feelings that were stronger than friendship…and yet she could not lie to herself anymore.
You know it's more than that.
Oh no, not you again.
You know that you feel the strongest of all feelings for him, Rinq.
And yet nothing shall come of them.
She ran down the last set of stairs, and finally she saw her horse, Voronwer, or loyal one. She did not bother to get any supplies, she would ride until she reached Rivendell; north and then west. She mounted her horse, and brought the reins around, and rode out of the City of Lights.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
Legolas found her horse missing. That was it, along with Rinq herself. She had taken nothing with her. She would die on the journey to Rivendell without protection or food. She was doomed, and he wanted to change her fate.
She was not beautiful to the eye, nor had she the best personality. But she was different. She had not met him and fell to the ground, kissing the places where he had stepped; she was not innocent, she was not pure, like most Elves. She was herself. And that is what he thought he loved about her.
But he was still denying it. She would never feel the same way about him, and he knew why; he had been arrogant to think that he could win her over, that she would be just the same as the other girls that he knew. He had thought her to be normal, but she was far from it. It would never happen, and he knew that. So he forgot about his feelings.
He mounted his own horse, only going to save his friend. If he rode swift enough he would find her. He departed Lorien as well, riding through the darkness, pushing his horse as far as it would go. He heard, with his acute hearing, more footfalls of horses, and he feared for Rinq. They could be Orcs…his worries worsened when he heard screaming coming from the road ahead, then the words being shouted from the girl screaming, in between her sobs.
"NAMAARIE!!!! IL' ER NAMAARIE!!!!" Forget….everyone forget…
What does that mean, thought Legolas? Suddenly a great light flashed before his eyes.
~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*
Rinq had been riding, when suddenly three Nazgul overcame her.
