Disclaimer: Yes, yes. I wrote LOTR, my secret is out!!
(Uh, right.. . .)
From me: a short chapter, but the first one was pretty long anyway (not) REVIEW. . . ; )
2ND CHAPTER: An Unusual Pain . . .
Galenvagoriel fastened a row of ruby clips onto her light brown hair (which seemed to be getting lighter and lighter over the years) and straightened her blue chiffon top. She looked in her mirror and smiled. She was now a full-fledged teenager and she was happy she finally looked her age. She was getting ready for a walk in the garden and dinner with her current boyfriend, Haeathion, or Heath, as what most called him. She brushed her hair once again, and that feeling came over her once again. She was forgetting something, she was sure of it. She just couldn't place what. She sighed and sat on her light orange bed, her eyes closed. Gal bit her lip and started to play with the intricate rose design hand stitched on the comforter, taking a rest for a moment. Lately she has been feeling tired and worn out, but she couldn't place why.
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Legolas rode through Rivendell, waving at the attractive young elves that he passed along the way. He wished wordlessly that his white stallion would hurry up, for he could feel everyone's eyes on him. Being Prince of Mirkwood should educate him a thing or two about being in the public's eye, but he was still perturbed about it. Providentially his faithful horse heard his request and went faster. Legolas was excited to see his best friend again, even if the last time he saw Galenvagoriel was a long 2 weeks ago. He has been busy helping his father rule Mirkwood, and this was the only time he was free from duty.
He arrived at the front of the brilliant palace of Rivendell, to be greeted by Lord Elrond and Arwen in the long winding yellow stairs leading to the big wooden doors with the gold inscriptions in elvish. He got down from his stallion quickly and walked over to the two who were watching him on top of the last step.
"Nice to be of your acquaintance, once again, Master Elrond. Hello, Arwen." He greeted both of them with politeness but he was confused to see that his best friend was not there.
"Where is Galenvagoriel?" he asked Arwen. She shook her head pitifully. 'All he ever asks about . . . ' Arwen thought sadly, she didn't want to tell him that Galenvagoriel had went somewhere with Haeathion. Much to her surprise, her dear sister seemed to have forgotten that Legolas was visiting today. "Legolas, my sister isn't here at the moment." She spoke with uneasiness in her voice She sensed that Legolas felt surprised and hurt, but he didn't show it. "Oh. Well, I guess I will see her tonight, then." He said inaudibly.
Lord Elrond nodded. "Yes. Please let this beautiful young elf lead you to your quarters." He looked over to a young elf to his left.
Legolas nodded and followed the elf that blushed and giggled uncontrollably throughout the short walk to his quest room. He was hurt, for Galenvagoriel seemed to have forgotten he was coming. He was lead into his usual guest room, which was near Galenvagoriel's chambers. His chambers always smelled of the forest, while even from faraway he could smell the sweet scent of flowers coming from Gal's room. He rested in a plush velvet armchair for a moment, his heart aching again, as it always does nowadays, for a reason he still does not know of.
A/N: oooh, aaah. . . please review. .. please don't tell me its 2 short, I know that, dammit.
(Uh, right.. . .)
From me: a short chapter, but the first one was pretty long anyway (not) REVIEW. . . ; )
2ND CHAPTER: An Unusual Pain . . .
Galenvagoriel fastened a row of ruby clips onto her light brown hair (which seemed to be getting lighter and lighter over the years) and straightened her blue chiffon top. She looked in her mirror and smiled. She was now a full-fledged teenager and she was happy she finally looked her age. She was getting ready for a walk in the garden and dinner with her current boyfriend, Haeathion, or Heath, as what most called him. She brushed her hair once again, and that feeling came over her once again. She was forgetting something, she was sure of it. She just couldn't place what. She sighed and sat on her light orange bed, her eyes closed. Gal bit her lip and started to play with the intricate rose design hand stitched on the comforter, taking a rest for a moment. Lately she has been feeling tired and worn out, but she couldn't place why.
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Legolas rode through Rivendell, waving at the attractive young elves that he passed along the way. He wished wordlessly that his white stallion would hurry up, for he could feel everyone's eyes on him. Being Prince of Mirkwood should educate him a thing or two about being in the public's eye, but he was still perturbed about it. Providentially his faithful horse heard his request and went faster. Legolas was excited to see his best friend again, even if the last time he saw Galenvagoriel was a long 2 weeks ago. He has been busy helping his father rule Mirkwood, and this was the only time he was free from duty.
He arrived at the front of the brilliant palace of Rivendell, to be greeted by Lord Elrond and Arwen in the long winding yellow stairs leading to the big wooden doors with the gold inscriptions in elvish. He got down from his stallion quickly and walked over to the two who were watching him on top of the last step.
"Nice to be of your acquaintance, once again, Master Elrond. Hello, Arwen." He greeted both of them with politeness but he was confused to see that his best friend was not there.
"Where is Galenvagoriel?" he asked Arwen. She shook her head pitifully. 'All he ever asks about . . . ' Arwen thought sadly, she didn't want to tell him that Galenvagoriel had went somewhere with Haeathion. Much to her surprise, her dear sister seemed to have forgotten that Legolas was visiting today. "Legolas, my sister isn't here at the moment." She spoke with uneasiness in her voice She sensed that Legolas felt surprised and hurt, but he didn't show it. "Oh. Well, I guess I will see her tonight, then." He said inaudibly.
Lord Elrond nodded. "Yes. Please let this beautiful young elf lead you to your quarters." He looked over to a young elf to his left.
Legolas nodded and followed the elf that blushed and giggled uncontrollably throughout the short walk to his quest room. He was hurt, for Galenvagoriel seemed to have forgotten he was coming. He was lead into his usual guest room, which was near Galenvagoriel's chambers. His chambers always smelled of the forest, while even from faraway he could smell the sweet scent of flowers coming from Gal's room. He rested in a plush velvet armchair for a moment, his heart aching again, as it always does nowadays, for a reason he still does not know of.
A/N: oooh, aaah. . . please review. .. please don't tell me its 2 short, I know that, dammit.