At first Morgaine resolved to go quietly with the elves and not
question them, which would give the appearance of ignorance. She presently
fell to thinking of things from her own past. The memory of Viviane's
murder seemed to walk hand in hand with this journey of Morgaine's, and the
image of the axe stayed present in her mind during a long walk with the
elven archers. Although Morgaine was far past her prime, she could not
help but realize the beauty of the creatures among her, and when the
attraction type of admiration passed, she marveled at the long lines of
their limbs and their grace that seemed to emanate from them even when
walking. As Morgaine climbed over a fallen log, she felt altogether clumsy
and quite heavy, too, compared to the nimble jumps of the elves. She
admired Legolas for his humor, for his other colleagues were very tense,
although surely Legolas as a prince had more to worry about?
Seemingly the elves besides Legolas were eager to get to the kingdom, but Legolas himself seemed to be in no hurry. Now Morgaine found herself comparing his amiable temperament and able body to that of Lancelet, and his mocking eyes to Viviane's, for they too had an addition of responsibility and knowledge to the humor. Morgaine was growing hungry for the food that she held in her pack, and slowed down to get it out.
"What are you doing?" Legolas's voice held only curiosity, but Morgaine was unused to being questioned, and her response held venom.
"I am hungry. As the Lady of Avalon, my decisions will not be questioned or refuted! I will eat walking, as not to slow your steps; do not worry," she said sarcastically.
"Very well, you eat whatever you need for energy. But I have no knowledge of this Avalon. I have no sense of what you speak of. If you really are from times passed later, why do you resent my questions? Can you not understand my confusion?"
Morgaine fumed at the inevitable: his words held reason.
"I am not an elf. I am sorry for my words. But I do not hold the energy or lightness of foot that you do. I have journeyed long, from half the distance to mountains back there." She pointed vaguely. I must rest for a small while. Please, do not trouble yourselves with me or mine, all I need are directions to the ruins of Thor."
"Nonsense," Legolas said in reply. "if you wish not to be received by my lovely and hospitable people, perhaps for fear on your part," (Morgaine became very angry at the hint of her weaknesses) " then I will point you towards your intended destination."
"Thank you very much, but I have no knowledge of Middle Earth. I may need a map,"
"In that case, I will be your guide. I have long desired to leave the forest again on a quest. Tell me, what have you need of there?"
"The place from which I came is drifting into the Mists that surround it, and the beliefs of that place are dying. If I can bring the original sacred waters of the well in that place to the world around it, the Mists that shroud Avalon will begin to clear, and although they will never clear, the world of Avalon will renter the world of the living."
"I …think I understand…it is sad that the future people will not help you or let your beliefs live…tell me, why ever did Avalon enter the Mists?"
"The reason you just spoke! The people of importance were Christian, and they influenced the world to believe what they believed. They did not live in harmony with us, they forbade us our gods and traditions. Some were scared of it, I suppose."
Legolas nodded and thought. They walked on upon an unseen path that Legolas seemed to know. Morgaine wondered if he needed anything to go on a journey, any supplies or weapons. She guessed his bow and arrows were lethal, but what about food? She asked him once the expression of intense thought was gone from his face
"I know the plants, and I will get meat if you need it, or if the plant life grows thin. My clothes I will have to pick up. Here, wait by this bush, and I will run and be back shortly."
"Alright. Please be sure to bring sufficient food for yourself. I am used to light meals, but from legends, there is not much anything living by Thor."
"yes," he replied very quietly, and ran quickly and silently off west.
Morgaine sighed and sat down to rest, and thought heavily and worriedly about Legolas and the long, hard journey ahead.
***sry for the shortness of the chapter!! My hands are hurting from typing so much, so ill write more like tomorrow or something.
Seemingly the elves besides Legolas were eager to get to the kingdom, but Legolas himself seemed to be in no hurry. Now Morgaine found herself comparing his amiable temperament and able body to that of Lancelet, and his mocking eyes to Viviane's, for they too had an addition of responsibility and knowledge to the humor. Morgaine was growing hungry for the food that she held in her pack, and slowed down to get it out.
"What are you doing?" Legolas's voice held only curiosity, but Morgaine was unused to being questioned, and her response held venom.
"I am hungry. As the Lady of Avalon, my decisions will not be questioned or refuted! I will eat walking, as not to slow your steps; do not worry," she said sarcastically.
"Very well, you eat whatever you need for energy. But I have no knowledge of this Avalon. I have no sense of what you speak of. If you really are from times passed later, why do you resent my questions? Can you not understand my confusion?"
Morgaine fumed at the inevitable: his words held reason.
"I am not an elf. I am sorry for my words. But I do not hold the energy or lightness of foot that you do. I have journeyed long, from half the distance to mountains back there." She pointed vaguely. I must rest for a small while. Please, do not trouble yourselves with me or mine, all I need are directions to the ruins of Thor."
"Nonsense," Legolas said in reply. "if you wish not to be received by my lovely and hospitable people, perhaps for fear on your part," (Morgaine became very angry at the hint of her weaknesses) " then I will point you towards your intended destination."
"Thank you very much, but I have no knowledge of Middle Earth. I may need a map,"
"In that case, I will be your guide. I have long desired to leave the forest again on a quest. Tell me, what have you need of there?"
"The place from which I came is drifting into the Mists that surround it, and the beliefs of that place are dying. If I can bring the original sacred waters of the well in that place to the world around it, the Mists that shroud Avalon will begin to clear, and although they will never clear, the world of Avalon will renter the world of the living."
"I …think I understand…it is sad that the future people will not help you or let your beliefs live…tell me, why ever did Avalon enter the Mists?"
"The reason you just spoke! The people of importance were Christian, and they influenced the world to believe what they believed. They did not live in harmony with us, they forbade us our gods and traditions. Some were scared of it, I suppose."
Legolas nodded and thought. They walked on upon an unseen path that Legolas seemed to know. Morgaine wondered if he needed anything to go on a journey, any supplies or weapons. She guessed his bow and arrows were lethal, but what about food? She asked him once the expression of intense thought was gone from his face
"I know the plants, and I will get meat if you need it, or if the plant life grows thin. My clothes I will have to pick up. Here, wait by this bush, and I will run and be back shortly."
"Alright. Please be sure to bring sufficient food for yourself. I am used to light meals, but from legends, there is not much anything living by Thor."
"yes," he replied very quietly, and ran quickly and silently off west.
Morgaine sighed and sat down to rest, and thought heavily and worriedly about Legolas and the long, hard journey ahead.
***sry for the shortness of the chapter!! My hands are hurting from typing so much, so ill write more like tomorrow or something.