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CHAPTER 8: (no name!)
"Oooh, good one!!" Galenvagoriel said happily as she walked over to the bright red and white target situated on the outskirts of the plush green forest in Rivendell. Of course, there was a golden bronze arrow right smack in the middle of the circle. The arrow of course belonged to Haeathion, who smiled in an arrogant, boastful manner.
"Of course, what do you expect from the master?" He said loudly.
Gal grabbed a small pile of deep green leaves from the ground and threw them at Heath. "I was just trying to boost your non-existent self esteem, you fool!!" She giggled good-naturedly.
Both of them just smiled at each other in a contented way, enjoying the quality time together, or be alone, for Gal was to be married already!!
Yesterday night they had calmly talked about everything, and they had just decided to be friends, and Heath actually convinced Gal that the betrothal was for the best. Gal had agreed, well, she wasn't in favor of the marriage but she decided to act civil towards Legolas, for the time being, anyway.
They continued to practice archery for a little while, but there was no hope. Galenvagoriel wasn't improving at all in the field of archery, but it did not bother her . . . well. . . not that much anyway.
"Aurgh!!" She said angrily after she tried to shoot that arrow, but it never got to the middle of the circle. It would always end up at the side, or maybe beside Heath's arrow, which always found its way to the perfect spot. "I will never understand this!! It is so hard!!" Gal sat down, frustrated. Heath laughed and shot another arrow before sitting down beside his friend on a tree stump. Gal gave out a tiny frustrated scream again, and undid her long braid behind her back, letting her soft hair fall around her face in curly ringlets. "I've had enough of archery." She said stubbornly. "I think I'll just watch you practice, even if you really have no need for it."
Heath chuckled again and stood up, pulling Gal along with him. "Come on, Gal. Give it one more try. I'll help you." He said encouragingly.
"Oh, very well." She muttered. "But if course I will never get it . . ."
All Heath could do was laugh at Gal's hard head. Gal positioned herself a few meters away from the circle, and Heath put his arms around her, his hands over hers. Gal looked through the corner of her eye, and she heard faint footsteps from a distance. 'I wonder who that is . . .' She thought as she faced the target.
Then she picked up the sound of humming, and she immediately recognized it as Legolas' singing. 'Oh, perfect!' Gal smiled mischievously, and looked up at Heath, who was concentrating hard on the task at hand. 'He will see me and Heath like this . . . surely something has to make him jealous!'
"Okay, on three Gal, let go." Heath instructed, hugging her closer.
"Sure." Gal smiled and felt that Legolas was behind them, although very distant, he could see them.
"One. . . Two . . . Three!"
And she let go. "Wow!!" Gal exclaimed. "Right in the middle!"
"Yes!!" Heath moved away from her, and looked up towards the heavens. "It is getting dark. I shall see you some other time, Gal." He kissed Gal on the forehead, and collected his arrows then left promptly, not once noticing that Legolas was not so far away. All Gal did was nod, and she turned to face Legolas, hopefully to smile at him to show that she was in good terms again with her best friend, but to her surprise, he was getting ready to start practicing, and to Gal's immense surprise, he was not alone.
The same pretty elf from last night's dinner was there, sitting on a tree stump near by, wearing a revealing pale peach gown. 'What kind of attire is that for the forest?' Galenvagoriel thought disgustedly, and looked down at her black leather pants and red top. Her hair was all curled and messed up, as opposed to the neat, dainty braids of the pretty elf.
Gal sat back down on the tree stump, disappointed that Legolas had not really paid attention to Gal and Heath, even if nothing was happening.
"Ooof!" Gal heard Giselle yelp, and she was clutching her finger.
Gal smiled to herself. 'Probably broke a nail.' She said sarcastically, and watched a little longer to know what really happened.
In truth, Giselle had been admiring Legolas' green arrows and had been hit by one of the sharp tips. "Oh, Giselle, are you fine?" Legolas dropped his arrows and immediately ran over to the distressed she-elf.
"Oh, I am sorry for playing with your arrows!" She spoke softly, her voice trembling; she was about to burst into tears. "They are so sharp!"
"Its all okay, Giselle." Legolas assured her, and to Giselle's, Legolas', and most especially Gal's surprise, Legolas kissed the small wound on Giselle's middle finger, then pulled himself close to Giselle, and kissed her on the lips, ever so lightly, just to make the guilt and pain of Giselle to go away.
This made Gal crumble to pieces, and she bolted right up and ran to the middle of the forest, and ran, and ran once again. "Why am I always doing this?" She said, her voice heavy. "I cannot run away from all my problems!"
She ran and ran until her legs ached and until her feet were about to give out, she slowed down to a small jog, and realized that she left all her pretty arrows back on that tree stump. She ran faster, just to get all the pain away. "So he does not love me." Gal spoke to herself, he hair flying in the wind. "He loves that stupid elf." And since Gal had never had it in her to actually cry, this made her even more tired, if that could be. She stopped and sniffed the late-afternoon air, there was a foul smell about, and she could hear heavy, rough footsteps near her. She turned around quickly, and before Gal could defend herself, she gave one loud piercing scream, and suddenly two, old and worn out arrows shot right through her.
CHAPTER 8: (no name!)
"Oooh, good one!!" Galenvagoriel said happily as she walked over to the bright red and white target situated on the outskirts of the plush green forest in Rivendell. Of course, there was a golden bronze arrow right smack in the middle of the circle. The arrow of course belonged to Haeathion, who smiled in an arrogant, boastful manner.
"Of course, what do you expect from the master?" He said loudly.
Gal grabbed a small pile of deep green leaves from the ground and threw them at Heath. "I was just trying to boost your non-existent self esteem, you fool!!" She giggled good-naturedly.
Both of them just smiled at each other in a contented way, enjoying the quality time together, or be alone, for Gal was to be married already!!
Yesterday night they had calmly talked about everything, and they had just decided to be friends, and Heath actually convinced Gal that the betrothal was for the best. Gal had agreed, well, she wasn't in favor of the marriage but she decided to act civil towards Legolas, for the time being, anyway.
They continued to practice archery for a little while, but there was no hope. Galenvagoriel wasn't improving at all in the field of archery, but it did not bother her . . . well. . . not that much anyway.
"Aurgh!!" She said angrily after she tried to shoot that arrow, but it never got to the middle of the circle. It would always end up at the side, or maybe beside Heath's arrow, which always found its way to the perfect spot. "I will never understand this!! It is so hard!!" Gal sat down, frustrated. Heath laughed and shot another arrow before sitting down beside his friend on a tree stump. Gal gave out a tiny frustrated scream again, and undid her long braid behind her back, letting her soft hair fall around her face in curly ringlets. "I've had enough of archery." She said stubbornly. "I think I'll just watch you practice, even if you really have no need for it."
Heath chuckled again and stood up, pulling Gal along with him. "Come on, Gal. Give it one more try. I'll help you." He said encouragingly.
"Oh, very well." She muttered. "But if course I will never get it . . ."
All Heath could do was laugh at Gal's hard head. Gal positioned herself a few meters away from the circle, and Heath put his arms around her, his hands over hers. Gal looked through the corner of her eye, and she heard faint footsteps from a distance. 'I wonder who that is . . .' She thought as she faced the target.
Then she picked up the sound of humming, and she immediately recognized it as Legolas' singing. 'Oh, perfect!' Gal smiled mischievously, and looked up at Heath, who was concentrating hard on the task at hand. 'He will see me and Heath like this . . . surely something has to make him jealous!'
"Okay, on three Gal, let go." Heath instructed, hugging her closer.
"Sure." Gal smiled and felt that Legolas was behind them, although very distant, he could see them.
"One. . . Two . . . Three!"
And she let go. "Wow!!" Gal exclaimed. "Right in the middle!"
"Yes!!" Heath moved away from her, and looked up towards the heavens. "It is getting dark. I shall see you some other time, Gal." He kissed Gal on the forehead, and collected his arrows then left promptly, not once noticing that Legolas was not so far away. All Gal did was nod, and she turned to face Legolas, hopefully to smile at him to show that she was in good terms again with her best friend, but to her surprise, he was getting ready to start practicing, and to Gal's immense surprise, he was not alone.
The same pretty elf from last night's dinner was there, sitting on a tree stump near by, wearing a revealing pale peach gown. 'What kind of attire is that for the forest?' Galenvagoriel thought disgustedly, and looked down at her black leather pants and red top. Her hair was all curled and messed up, as opposed to the neat, dainty braids of the pretty elf.
Gal sat back down on the tree stump, disappointed that Legolas had not really paid attention to Gal and Heath, even if nothing was happening.
"Ooof!" Gal heard Giselle yelp, and she was clutching her finger.
Gal smiled to herself. 'Probably broke a nail.' She said sarcastically, and watched a little longer to know what really happened.
In truth, Giselle had been admiring Legolas' green arrows and had been hit by one of the sharp tips. "Oh, Giselle, are you fine?" Legolas dropped his arrows and immediately ran over to the distressed she-elf.
"Oh, I am sorry for playing with your arrows!" She spoke softly, her voice trembling; she was about to burst into tears. "They are so sharp!"
"Its all okay, Giselle." Legolas assured her, and to Giselle's, Legolas', and most especially Gal's surprise, Legolas kissed the small wound on Giselle's middle finger, then pulled himself close to Giselle, and kissed her on the lips, ever so lightly, just to make the guilt and pain of Giselle to go away.
This made Gal crumble to pieces, and she bolted right up and ran to the middle of the forest, and ran, and ran once again. "Why am I always doing this?" She said, her voice heavy. "I cannot run away from all my problems!"
She ran and ran until her legs ached and until her feet were about to give out, she slowed down to a small jog, and realized that she left all her pretty arrows back on that tree stump. She ran faster, just to get all the pain away. "So he does not love me." Gal spoke to herself, he hair flying in the wind. "He loves that stupid elf." And since Gal had never had it in her to actually cry, this made her even more tired, if that could be. She stopped and sniffed the late-afternoon air, there was a foul smell about, and she could hear heavy, rough footsteps near her. She turned around quickly, and before Gal could defend herself, she gave one loud piercing scream, and suddenly two, old and worn out arrows shot right through her.