Trystia slowly turned around. Her father would stand there, cloaked in black. An appearance that terrified her.
As a child, Shiolo had appeared a kind old man with Trystia as an infant daughter. But in his current state, Trystia never worried her father would die. In fact, he wasn't able to die, since he was half-dead already.
Her father stood there, a black cloak identifying his unseeable body. "Hobbit dead, princess wed."
Trystia fiercely shook her head. "Princess wants to see prince first."
There were screams from the wraiths Trystia hadn't realized were with her father. "No break command!" Trystia smiled. She had upset them enough to make them risk making a sensible comment.
To the others' apparent disgust, Shiolo ordered a stallion for his daughter. Hers wasn't disgustingly evil looking as the others were, but a kind look on it.
If the wraiths had still been men, they would have complained that Shiolo was spoiling his daughter. They knew this, but had trouble clarifying it.
"Princess wed, hobbit dead!" Shiolo went alone in his cry, but the others seemed to accept it.
The only sign that Sauron even noticed was that Orcs shouted, and the eye came upon Trystia, and sent an image of Legolas into her mind. Trystia feigned a blush, as she always did, when Sauron tried to embarass her. He could be quite effective, but he rarely made the effort.
Frodo felt a stirring in the shire. A tall woman who had always been considered strange came up shrieking about her daughter and Sauron. Her hobbit nurses helped her back into her room, but Frodo was still disturbed.
Legolas watched the road carefully. Summer. The word meant plenty for children. Either joy, for the girls, as school was finished, or agony, for the boys who would now have to help with crops.
Matio leaned against a corner of the wall. "Well, are you ready?" Legolas checked to make sure his bow was tight, his arrows plentiful before he nodded.
"Come on, prince charming. Your damsel in distress awaits!" Legolas chuckled to himself about Matio's sense of humor.
Trystia stood beside her horse. They were near elf territory, and while searching for the ring, It was not the best place to be for a rignwraith.
"Stay elves, Sauron comes." Trystia nodded. The Nazgul crossed the river, and Trystia was left to discover the secrets of Legolas Greenleaf. By order of Sauron, she was now engaged. However, she doubted the elves would like that much.
Legolas watched her, more interested in getting back to the party, where interesting things were happening. "Let's pop out, drag her back to the party, and you interrogate her. I'm getting tired of these blind dates."
Legolas noted with a bit of amusement that Matio seemed kind of red.
"Anything wrong?"
"Huh? No, just thinking..."
"Uh-oh."
"No, not actual deep thinking, why is she here?"
"Why don't you ask her?"
Matio turned red. "You're the one who's here for her!"
Legolas grinned. "Of course. I'll just sweep her off her feet, and leave you with no chance."
Matio smacked his friend.
Legolas grinned, and jumped out behind Trystia. The girl didn't look up. "I am here to see Legolas."
Legolas and Matio held in laughs. "I am Legolas."
Trystia smiled at him. "Then you are my fiance."
Matio's jaw dropped, but Legolas remained expressionless. "How is that?"
"The lord Sauron ordered it, and my father sent me here to ensure it."
Matio had trouble breathing, but Trystia didn't seem to notice. "Where is your tree, elf? While my father is away killing Sauron's enemies, and your allies, I should stay someplace near elves."
Legolas led her back to Rivendell, and Matio followed, really red in the face.
As a child, Shiolo had appeared a kind old man with Trystia as an infant daughter. But in his current state, Trystia never worried her father would die. In fact, he wasn't able to die, since he was half-dead already.
Her father stood there, a black cloak identifying his unseeable body. "Hobbit dead, princess wed."
Trystia fiercely shook her head. "Princess wants to see prince first."
There were screams from the wraiths Trystia hadn't realized were with her father. "No break command!" Trystia smiled. She had upset them enough to make them risk making a sensible comment.
To the others' apparent disgust, Shiolo ordered a stallion for his daughter. Hers wasn't disgustingly evil looking as the others were, but a kind look on it.
If the wraiths had still been men, they would have complained that Shiolo was spoiling his daughter. They knew this, but had trouble clarifying it.
"Princess wed, hobbit dead!" Shiolo went alone in his cry, but the others seemed to accept it.
The only sign that Sauron even noticed was that Orcs shouted, and the eye came upon Trystia, and sent an image of Legolas into her mind. Trystia feigned a blush, as she always did, when Sauron tried to embarass her. He could be quite effective, but he rarely made the effort.
Frodo felt a stirring in the shire. A tall woman who had always been considered strange came up shrieking about her daughter and Sauron. Her hobbit nurses helped her back into her room, but Frodo was still disturbed.
Legolas watched the road carefully. Summer. The word meant plenty for children. Either joy, for the girls, as school was finished, or agony, for the boys who would now have to help with crops.
Matio leaned against a corner of the wall. "Well, are you ready?" Legolas checked to make sure his bow was tight, his arrows plentiful before he nodded.
"Come on, prince charming. Your damsel in distress awaits!" Legolas chuckled to himself about Matio's sense of humor.
Trystia stood beside her horse. They were near elf territory, and while searching for the ring, It was not the best place to be for a rignwraith.
"Stay elves, Sauron comes." Trystia nodded. The Nazgul crossed the river, and Trystia was left to discover the secrets of Legolas Greenleaf. By order of Sauron, she was now engaged. However, she doubted the elves would like that much.
Legolas watched her, more interested in getting back to the party, where interesting things were happening. "Let's pop out, drag her back to the party, and you interrogate her. I'm getting tired of these blind dates."
Legolas noted with a bit of amusement that Matio seemed kind of red.
"Anything wrong?"
"Huh? No, just thinking..."
"Uh-oh."
"No, not actual deep thinking, why is she here?"
"Why don't you ask her?"
Matio turned red. "You're the one who's here for her!"
Legolas grinned. "Of course. I'll just sweep her off her feet, and leave you with no chance."
Matio smacked his friend.
Legolas grinned, and jumped out behind Trystia. The girl didn't look up. "I am here to see Legolas."
Legolas and Matio held in laughs. "I am Legolas."
Trystia smiled at him. "Then you are my fiance."
Matio's jaw dropped, but Legolas remained expressionless. "How is that?"
"The lord Sauron ordered it, and my father sent me here to ensure it."
Matio had trouble breathing, but Trystia didn't seem to notice. "Where is your tree, elf? While my father is away killing Sauron's enemies, and your allies, I should stay someplace near elves."
Legolas led her back to Rivendell, and Matio followed, really red in the face.