"Wait up" Legolas called. Lintelossëwen slowed her pace till Legolas was
walking next to her. They walked in silence for a while. Legolas looked at
her. Her skin was smooth and flawless save a scar or two. Her long black
hair cascaded down her back.
She is very odd, he thought, there was something about her that was just off. He studied her face for a while and he suddenly realized what it was, her eyes. They were violet. Such a strange color for eyes, he thought, he had never seen anyone with that color eyes before. But there was some thing about her… Legolas decided to break the silence.
"Chilly day, isn't it?" He said, although he knew the cold didn't bother either of them too much.
"It chills my soul more than anything," Lintelossëwen replied. It was a very dreary day, the clouds blocked out the sun, and every thing was very gray and dull.
"Legolas?" Lintelossëwen said, "Do I frighten you?"
"What?" Legolas asked.
"Do I scare you?" Lintelossëwen inquired, "I don't mean to if I do, I frighten everyone I guess."
"What are you talking about?" Legolas asked.
"I heard you and Tarlammenion talking, he's afraid of me, and I wanted to know if you're afraid of me too."
Legolas hesitated. "Sometimes," he replied.
"Oh, I see" Lintelossëwen said looking somewhat hurt.
"Lintelossëwen, you must know that the way you act and dress is not normal, people don't understand that, and it frightens them." Legolas said.
"Yeah, I guess." Lintelossëwen said but she looked more than a little annoyed.
"Maybe people wouldn't be so scared if you tried a little harder," Legolas said, "It wouldn't hurt you to wear a nice dress or something." Lintelossëwen's eyes flared up in anger.
"The way I dress is my business and no one else's." She replied angrily, and then she looked at Legolas.
"And what about you?" she said.
"What about me?" Legolas asked.
"You know what I mean, you're a prince of Mirkwood, as far as I can tell you live a pretty cushy life. What would ever possess you to run away?"
"My so called father." Legolas replied bitterly.
"Oh, and what has your 'so called father' done that's so horrible." Lintelossëwen asked.
"He treats me like a child, he is insufferable." Legolas said.
"Oh, Boohoo, cry me a river," Lintelossëwen said sarcastically. Legolas was shocked at her coldness.
"You don't understand," Legolas said, "It's unbearable."
"No, I understand completely" Lintelossëwen said, "You're upset because daddy yells at you every now and again. Look at you." She indicated to his clothing, he was dressed in green crushed velvet, lined with gold and silver.
"You say he is so cruel to you yet you walk around in clothing fit for a king, and you live in a palace. You don't have the right to complain, your life's been a breeze."
"I wouldn't expect you to understand," Legolas said angrily, "You're a dirty, anti-social, cretin. You put on an act and pretend to be all big and bad but all you are is a coward. No one can put up with you that's why you never stay any where for very long."
"You arrogant jackass." Lintelossëwen said.
"Scrubby poser," Legolas replied.
"Auta migula orqu." Lintelossëwen hissed.
"Amin feuya te lle," Legolas spat.
Lintelossëwen lunged at Legolas but Legolas ducked and she just barely missed him. They both drew their bows and fitted their arrows, they moved so fast all that could be seen was a blur. And they stood there with arrows pointed at one an others head. Gimli came crashing through the brush lunging straight for Lintelossëwen. But she was too quick for him; she turned and shot her arrow at Gimli. It would have hit him had it not been for Tarlammenion, who dropped silently from a tree and knocked Lintelossëwen to the ground. Her arrow missed Gimli by a hair. Legolas shot his arrow at Lintelossëwen but she rolled and knocked him off his feet. His bow went flying out of his hand, as he fell. But he was quick to draw his short sword. He stabbed at Lintelossëwen, and his sword sliced through her shoulder. She hissed in pain, but jumped to her feet. Tarlammenion pounced on her but she spun around and kicked high, her boot connected with his jaw, and she sent him crashing to the ground. She drew both her long knifes. She attacked Legolas with speed and agility, but he was ready for her. A vicious battle ensued, blow and counter-blow; neither was better than the other. Tarlammenion and Gimli could only stand aside and watch, for the battle was so fierce that they fear any distraction would cause Legolas to lose his concentration and the battle. So they stood, ready for any chance to jump into the battle. Legolas hit Lintelossëwen with the blunt end of his sword and she fell, but Lintelossëwen kicked his legs out from under him and he fell on his back. Tarlammenion used this opportunity to shoot at Lintelossëwen with Legolas' bow, but Tarlammenion's archery skills were non-existent at best. It was a lucky shot that just barely grazed the nape of her neck. Lintelossëwen stood staring down two angry elves and a dwarf. Anger burned in her eyes but there was also despair, she knew she was defeated she turned without saying a word and left.
"Good riddance" Tarlammenion said, rubbing his jaw.
"What was that all about?" Gimli asked.
Legolas sat on the ground breathing hard, the battle had taken a lot out of him but he felt emotionally drained as well. He was confused, despite the terrifying battle Lintelossëwen and him had engaged in part of him felt sorry to se her go and wished she'd come back. He took a deep breath and pushed his feelings aside, he stood up and began to collect his things, which were tossed this way and that during the battle.
"What do we do now?" Tarlammenion asked.
"We push on" Legolas replied, " I know the general direction we should go, and we can ask along the way. There must be someone else who knows how to reach the mountains."
"Well, one things for sure, I'll sleep a lot better tonight." Tarlammenion said.
Lintelossëwen wrapped up her wounds; though she wasn't a very skillful healer. Her wounds would cause her quite a bit of pain, and they'd most likely leave a scar. Her wounds would heal though. And the only thing that ached at the moment was her heart. Legolas' words had hurt her, not because they were cruel but because they were the truth. People were afraid of her because of the way she acted and dressed; this she knew was true. But when Legolas suggested that she wear a dress she lost it. She always had a short fuse. Now that she thought back on it, it was a silly thing to get upset about. But one thing led to another and she lunged at him, but not with the intention of seriously hurting him. But when he drew his bow against her she lost her last shred of self-control. And now, because of her lack of self-control, she was alone again. Was she doomed to spend the rest of her life alone? Maybe Legolas was right maybe if she changed her appearance her personality would follow. But dresses and things like that just weren't her. She couldn't help but be herself. Was that so horrible? She walked along the path she was doubling back, when she left the company she headed north and about half a day later she realized that there was nothing for her that way. So now she headed back south. So she walked on, alone and miserable. Then she stopped and looked around, she was back at the little clearing where she and Legolas fought. She could see footprints in the mud; she decided to indulge in her curiosity and follow them for a while. She wanted to know if they were going the right way. She followed the footprints a ways, then she stopped. She saw paw prints, wolf prints. The wolves in this area were very dangerous; they were at least four times the size of the average wolf and ten times as mean, if they were wounded they would continue to fight till they were dead. Oh great, she thought, now I have a moral dilemma. She could just continue south and leave the wolves to stalk and kill Legolas, Tarlammenion and Gimli, then live with their blood on her hands for the rest of her life. Or she could try to save them, and risk being killed herself.
"Why should I," She said to herself, "They'd probably kill me themselves it they had the chance." She made her decision and began to head south, but her conscience nagged her. She let out an exasperated cry, and began running west, she would have to run all day and night if she was going to catch up with them.
*The characters Legolas, Gimli and Thrandiul are not my own; the are creations of J.R.R Tolkin.
She is very odd, he thought, there was something about her that was just off. He studied her face for a while and he suddenly realized what it was, her eyes. They were violet. Such a strange color for eyes, he thought, he had never seen anyone with that color eyes before. But there was some thing about her… Legolas decided to break the silence.
"Chilly day, isn't it?" He said, although he knew the cold didn't bother either of them too much.
"It chills my soul more than anything," Lintelossëwen replied. It was a very dreary day, the clouds blocked out the sun, and every thing was very gray and dull.
"Legolas?" Lintelossëwen said, "Do I frighten you?"
"What?" Legolas asked.
"Do I scare you?" Lintelossëwen inquired, "I don't mean to if I do, I frighten everyone I guess."
"What are you talking about?" Legolas asked.
"I heard you and Tarlammenion talking, he's afraid of me, and I wanted to know if you're afraid of me too."
Legolas hesitated. "Sometimes," he replied.
"Oh, I see" Lintelossëwen said looking somewhat hurt.
"Lintelossëwen, you must know that the way you act and dress is not normal, people don't understand that, and it frightens them." Legolas said.
"Yeah, I guess." Lintelossëwen said but she looked more than a little annoyed.
"Maybe people wouldn't be so scared if you tried a little harder," Legolas said, "It wouldn't hurt you to wear a nice dress or something." Lintelossëwen's eyes flared up in anger.
"The way I dress is my business and no one else's." She replied angrily, and then she looked at Legolas.
"And what about you?" she said.
"What about me?" Legolas asked.
"You know what I mean, you're a prince of Mirkwood, as far as I can tell you live a pretty cushy life. What would ever possess you to run away?"
"My so called father." Legolas replied bitterly.
"Oh, and what has your 'so called father' done that's so horrible." Lintelossëwen asked.
"He treats me like a child, he is insufferable." Legolas said.
"Oh, Boohoo, cry me a river," Lintelossëwen said sarcastically. Legolas was shocked at her coldness.
"You don't understand," Legolas said, "It's unbearable."
"No, I understand completely" Lintelossëwen said, "You're upset because daddy yells at you every now and again. Look at you." She indicated to his clothing, he was dressed in green crushed velvet, lined with gold and silver.
"You say he is so cruel to you yet you walk around in clothing fit for a king, and you live in a palace. You don't have the right to complain, your life's been a breeze."
"I wouldn't expect you to understand," Legolas said angrily, "You're a dirty, anti-social, cretin. You put on an act and pretend to be all big and bad but all you are is a coward. No one can put up with you that's why you never stay any where for very long."
"You arrogant jackass." Lintelossëwen said.
"Scrubby poser," Legolas replied.
"Auta migula orqu." Lintelossëwen hissed.
"Amin feuya te lle," Legolas spat.
Lintelossëwen lunged at Legolas but Legolas ducked and she just barely missed him. They both drew their bows and fitted their arrows, they moved so fast all that could be seen was a blur. And they stood there with arrows pointed at one an others head. Gimli came crashing through the brush lunging straight for Lintelossëwen. But she was too quick for him; she turned and shot her arrow at Gimli. It would have hit him had it not been for Tarlammenion, who dropped silently from a tree and knocked Lintelossëwen to the ground. Her arrow missed Gimli by a hair. Legolas shot his arrow at Lintelossëwen but she rolled and knocked him off his feet. His bow went flying out of his hand, as he fell. But he was quick to draw his short sword. He stabbed at Lintelossëwen, and his sword sliced through her shoulder. She hissed in pain, but jumped to her feet. Tarlammenion pounced on her but she spun around and kicked high, her boot connected with his jaw, and she sent him crashing to the ground. She drew both her long knifes. She attacked Legolas with speed and agility, but he was ready for her. A vicious battle ensued, blow and counter-blow; neither was better than the other. Tarlammenion and Gimli could only stand aside and watch, for the battle was so fierce that they fear any distraction would cause Legolas to lose his concentration and the battle. So they stood, ready for any chance to jump into the battle. Legolas hit Lintelossëwen with the blunt end of his sword and she fell, but Lintelossëwen kicked his legs out from under him and he fell on his back. Tarlammenion used this opportunity to shoot at Lintelossëwen with Legolas' bow, but Tarlammenion's archery skills were non-existent at best. It was a lucky shot that just barely grazed the nape of her neck. Lintelossëwen stood staring down two angry elves and a dwarf. Anger burned in her eyes but there was also despair, she knew she was defeated she turned without saying a word and left.
"Good riddance" Tarlammenion said, rubbing his jaw.
"What was that all about?" Gimli asked.
Legolas sat on the ground breathing hard, the battle had taken a lot out of him but he felt emotionally drained as well. He was confused, despite the terrifying battle Lintelossëwen and him had engaged in part of him felt sorry to se her go and wished she'd come back. He took a deep breath and pushed his feelings aside, he stood up and began to collect his things, which were tossed this way and that during the battle.
"What do we do now?" Tarlammenion asked.
"We push on" Legolas replied, " I know the general direction we should go, and we can ask along the way. There must be someone else who knows how to reach the mountains."
"Well, one things for sure, I'll sleep a lot better tonight." Tarlammenion said.
Lintelossëwen wrapped up her wounds; though she wasn't a very skillful healer. Her wounds would cause her quite a bit of pain, and they'd most likely leave a scar. Her wounds would heal though. And the only thing that ached at the moment was her heart. Legolas' words had hurt her, not because they were cruel but because they were the truth. People were afraid of her because of the way she acted and dressed; this she knew was true. But when Legolas suggested that she wear a dress she lost it. She always had a short fuse. Now that she thought back on it, it was a silly thing to get upset about. But one thing led to another and she lunged at him, but not with the intention of seriously hurting him. But when he drew his bow against her she lost her last shred of self-control. And now, because of her lack of self-control, she was alone again. Was she doomed to spend the rest of her life alone? Maybe Legolas was right maybe if she changed her appearance her personality would follow. But dresses and things like that just weren't her. She couldn't help but be herself. Was that so horrible? She walked along the path she was doubling back, when she left the company she headed north and about half a day later she realized that there was nothing for her that way. So now she headed back south. So she walked on, alone and miserable. Then she stopped and looked around, she was back at the little clearing where she and Legolas fought. She could see footprints in the mud; she decided to indulge in her curiosity and follow them for a while. She wanted to know if they were going the right way. She followed the footprints a ways, then she stopped. She saw paw prints, wolf prints. The wolves in this area were very dangerous; they were at least four times the size of the average wolf and ten times as mean, if they were wounded they would continue to fight till they were dead. Oh great, she thought, now I have a moral dilemma. She could just continue south and leave the wolves to stalk and kill Legolas, Tarlammenion and Gimli, then live with their blood on her hands for the rest of her life. Or she could try to save them, and risk being killed herself.
"Why should I," She said to herself, "They'd probably kill me themselves it they had the chance." She made her decision and began to head south, but her conscience nagged her. She let out an exasperated cry, and began running west, she would have to run all day and night if she was going to catch up with them.
*The characters Legolas, Gimli and Thrandiul are not my own; the are creations of J.R.R Tolkin.