I wish I did own it. But I don't. So there!
Chapter 21
"He hates me y'know." Faith commented as she watched Legolas talking to Pelarden.
"Why would you say such a thing?" Gandalf asked.
"Because it's true." Faith answered wearily as she sat down on a wall. Gandalf sat down beside her.
"I talked to him, thanked him for saving my life, he told me I'd 'tainted the victory'"
"Do you believe him?"
"I don't know. I mean, did I taint it? I don't belong here."
"But you saved someone. A man who would have perished if it were not for you."
"Yeah. I suppose I did." She said with a smile looking over towards Pelarden. "And what the hell? I don't need Elf boy's approval to live do I? I've managed for long enough before now haven't I?" She grinned at Gandalf who smiled back at her.
"How is your arm?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Better. Not completely healed but better. I still feel tired all the time though"
"It takes time to recover from such a wound as yours. Many mortals could not manage what you have done, riding into Mordor and hiding your injury for many days. Eowyn for example."
Faith nodded in agreement, before feeling her tiredness return. Gandalf noticing her head beginning to droop said. "Come, I think you are more tired than you realise. I will take you back to your room where you can rest."
***
"Legolas." Gandalf said later on in the evening. "I hear you spoke with Faith."
"Yes. I spoke with her."
"And you told her what you thought, about her 'tainting your victory'."
Legolas acknowledged this by bowing his head.
"The wisdom of elves!" Gandalf exclaimed angrily. "Do you not see what you have done? That girl has been through many trials in her life, your disapproval is one she should not have to face!"
"I do not think she should be here."
"She should not. But she is." Faith said as she walked into the room.
Legolas glared at Faith as she walked towards him.
"Problem Elf boy? Can't stand being in the same room as me?"
"I say you should not be here."
"I was called here for a reason. It's my job to kill evil while yours seems to be just sitting around looking pretty." Faith said and then added as an afterthought "Sitting pretty and sulking."
"I do not sulk! Or sit around looking 'pretty'"
"No? Could have fooled me. That's all you've been on about since you found out the truth about me, how I shouldn't be here. Well I am, so just get over it!"
"You should be sent back."
"And I will be! Eventually. Hopefully. Do you think I want you're immortal self to be hovering around telling me I 'should not be here' every five seconds. Hell no! I'd rather go home and face instant death than be here with you!"
"I for one will be glad when you are gone."
"Don't worry Elf boy. I won't make it past thirty."
Legolas frowned, puzzled. "Thirty?" He repeated.
"Yeah thirty. I'll be dead by then. Slayers don't tend to have a long and healthy life span. It's the whole fighting all the forces of evil in the world every night. Has a nasty tendency to shorten your life expectancy." She threw her words at Legolas as she left the room.
Chapter 21
"He hates me y'know." Faith commented as she watched Legolas talking to Pelarden.
"Why would you say such a thing?" Gandalf asked.
"Because it's true." Faith answered wearily as she sat down on a wall. Gandalf sat down beside her.
"I talked to him, thanked him for saving my life, he told me I'd 'tainted the victory'"
"Do you believe him?"
"I don't know. I mean, did I taint it? I don't belong here."
"But you saved someone. A man who would have perished if it were not for you."
"Yeah. I suppose I did." She said with a smile looking over towards Pelarden. "And what the hell? I don't need Elf boy's approval to live do I? I've managed for long enough before now haven't I?" She grinned at Gandalf who smiled back at her.
"How is your arm?" He asked, changing the subject.
"Better. Not completely healed but better. I still feel tired all the time though"
"It takes time to recover from such a wound as yours. Many mortals could not manage what you have done, riding into Mordor and hiding your injury for many days. Eowyn for example."
Faith nodded in agreement, before feeling her tiredness return. Gandalf noticing her head beginning to droop said. "Come, I think you are more tired than you realise. I will take you back to your room where you can rest."
***
"Legolas." Gandalf said later on in the evening. "I hear you spoke with Faith."
"Yes. I spoke with her."
"And you told her what you thought, about her 'tainting your victory'."
Legolas acknowledged this by bowing his head.
"The wisdom of elves!" Gandalf exclaimed angrily. "Do you not see what you have done? That girl has been through many trials in her life, your disapproval is one she should not have to face!"
"I do not think she should be here."
"She should not. But she is." Faith said as she walked into the room.
Legolas glared at Faith as she walked towards him.
"Problem Elf boy? Can't stand being in the same room as me?"
"I say you should not be here."
"I was called here for a reason. It's my job to kill evil while yours seems to be just sitting around looking pretty." Faith said and then added as an afterthought "Sitting pretty and sulking."
"I do not sulk! Or sit around looking 'pretty'"
"No? Could have fooled me. That's all you've been on about since you found out the truth about me, how I shouldn't be here. Well I am, so just get over it!"
"You should be sent back."
"And I will be! Eventually. Hopefully. Do you think I want you're immortal self to be hovering around telling me I 'should not be here' every five seconds. Hell no! I'd rather go home and face instant death than be here with you!"
"I for one will be glad when you are gone."
"Don't worry Elf boy. I won't make it past thirty."
Legolas frowned, puzzled. "Thirty?" He repeated.
"Yeah thirty. I'll be dead by then. Slayers don't tend to have a long and healthy life span. It's the whole fighting all the forces of evil in the world every night. Has a nasty tendency to shorten your life expectancy." She threw her words at Legolas as she left the room.