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She stood over him, tucking her hair behind her ears. He couldn't be a Hunter, he looked so much like a child, his hair a light gold, his face pale and some what innocent, and his eyes, which where closed at that moment where most intriguing, a deep blue, they did not seem like they could be that of a foreign hunter or of that of the hooded man.
She bent down over him and started checking his pockets for any valuables. Her eyes came to a necklace that rested between his collarbones. She fingered it; it would fetch a pretty penny at market or trade. As she looked at it she rubbed her fingers over the bits of silver and emeralds, set in a Celtic design. A feeling of magic jolted threw her, she cocked her head, puzzled by the trinket, and it felt familiar like the feeling you get when you know it's time to meet up with an old friend. She smiled, as an image formed in her mind. Gailderla, an enchantress that would often visit her Keep, Gailderla was an Elf from another place, were it was she came from she would never say. But if she left you knew that in time she would always come back, until one day she didn't.
She threw the necklace back down at him it was his by right and would stay that way. This man might have some connection with Gailderla, and if he did, she could possibly find out what she was doing here. She picked up the body of the elf and tossed him on top of his horse, slung over the back like he was her kill. She mounted on top following the tracks of the man left behind him…
…Coming to the end of the path, in her view was a village possibly not a village but something more. Water running beside it and green all around it she knew that this place was called Rivendell. The horse picked up it's pace, causing her to smile. So this is where the boy man must live then. She continued forward, the wound on her leg starting to catch up with the rest of her body. A cold sweat had broken out over her, there was more to the wound then just puncture marks from the teeth of the hound. Her eyes continued to drift from open to close; the only thought in her mind was that she was thankful that the horse knew its way. Then it was black…
Legolas woke up in his chambers at Rivendell. The warm sun on his face a refreshing change from the cool air of his previous travels.
"I'm glad to see that you are awake Legolas." He turned his head, eyes falling of the small female elf.
"It's good to be awake Lady Fawn." She let out a laugh.
"You need not be so formal Legolas. We are in your private chambers, and besides that, we are practically married."
Legolas closed his eyes again, wishing he could close his ears. She had put him in a tight corner, he did not wish to say anything to make her sad or angry for that matter yet he also did not wish to lead her on in an idea that he to was looking forward to their marriage.
He nodded and sat up. "How has your stay been at Rivendell then?" He watched her fold a piece of embroidery that she was working one.
"It's been nice to get away from home, the elves here are wonderful…." As Fawn continued talking, Legolas's mind wandered to the woman he had encounter on his ride. He felt his chest and his neck where the punch and kick had landed. There was nothing, no mark, no bruise, if there was no mark from an injury then how on middle earth had he rendered unconchess.
"Lady Fawn, was their any one around when they found me?"
Fawn laughed and slapped his arm playfully. "Found you Legolas, no one found you. You were brought here by some Elvin girl who was half dead." She smiled at him batting her eye, "Wouldn't be surprised if she was right now, she had a nasty bite wound in her leg…" Legolas got up, putting on his shirt he ran out of the room. "Legolas? Darling? Where are you going?"…
The girl woke up, her eyes adjusting to the light filtering into her room. Her leg felt sore and tense from her wound, but no pain shot out from it. She looked under the covers some one had healed it; they had also healed the cut on her face. She let out a sigh and looked around the room. Her eyes stopped when they reached Legolas who stood in the doorway. He smiled, she was a beauty to look at, and he couldn't help but think that. Her hair a dark red, you could mistake it for black easily but there was too much fire in it to be called such. Her skin as pail as the moon, her lips naturally dark and her figure, definitely female, but had a look that called power to it. The most entrancing part of her was her eyes, framed by a fine brow, and dark lashes. One of them was an ice blue the other an emerald green.
"I'm glad to see that your not dead lady." The girl opened her mouth to say something in return, but bit it back as a grin emerged on her face.
"I see you have found our sleeping beauty Legolas." Gailderla stood beside him,
"Hello Gailderla. I have not seen you since I got back." He placed a kiss on her cheek. Gailderla was the resident enchanters; she dealt with the healing work, as well as magic.
"It is good to see you Legolas, though you gave me a fright when you were towed in on horse back."
They both looked back at the girl. "Elesia Gailderla, Elesia."
Gailderla walked forward, sweeping the girl up in her arms…"Ohhh arimia oiu, uio borlinia keo, uio borlinia keo." Legolas stood puzzled. It seemed that the girl and Gailderla knew each other, what was even more puzzling was the language that they were speaking. "Poor Legolas, he doesn't understand a single thing. Perhaps we shall do something about that." She put a hand to the girl's neck, nothing happened, or at least nothing seemed to happen. "Heapina leta languaia." She turned back to Legolas, "You can talk to each other now…"
The girl grabbed her arm. "Do not go Gailderla, I do not know him, and I've yet to talk to you some more."
Gailderla ran fingers threw the girls hair. "We will talk soon little one. But I'm sure this man has a few question to ask you." With that Gailderla got up and left.
Legolas stood, uneasy under the girls gaze. "Well, you gave me quite a scare when I saw those blood hounds after you."
The girl blinked. "You gave me more of a scare Hunter." Legolas moved to sit down.
"I'm no hunter, well on occasional days a choose to hunt, but I hunt no females lady."
She shook her head. "Then you are not the Hunter that I talk about…"
He interrupted her. "And what kind of hunter am I not?"
"The Hunters that I talk about are from my world. They defend their people with the blade and with their mind. They keep danger out, and are our voice. My father was a Hunter; it is the most respected position in all of Dire." She gleamed with pride when she spook of her father.
"We have the same position her as well lady. Except they go by the title of Prince."
She scoffed at the word Prince, giving a role of her eyes. "We also have what you talk of. A Prince, on that thinks he rules by his mind but he steals from us. He thinks that his women should be on her knees when she is around him. That he alone is the pride of the land, that he alone represents the people."
"I am a Prince lady."
"Then you are defiantly not what I expected from your boy face. Besides know sane Draconian would admit to being a Prince."
"Well, I remind you that I am not a…" he stumbled… "Draconian, I am an Elf."
She nodded her head. "Well put Legolas, perhaps you should show me that princes her in Rivendell are different from the ones back home."
He felt odd defending his position, not the same feeling he felt when he was talking to Fawn. "Were are you from exactly?"
Her eye continued to look around the room. "Dire, its part of Vermilion."
"And you are?"
She let a small laugh escape; it was an odd game he played. "A Draconian. I have heard of elves, " She stated, "I am wondering if you have heard of us?"
Legolas nodded.
"In book, there is often reference to an old race called Draconian. Made from the blood of dragons."
She nodded her head and smiled. "Just as elves were made from the earth. Along with the different elements of course."
She looked at him, a fine eyebrow raised. "What do you really want to ask Legolas?"
"How did a woman of your size knock me out of my saddle rendered me unconchess when he herself had just received a wound and fled danger?"
"You have two pressure points that if hit roughly at the same moment it will make anyone look dead. Elves no exception to the rule, one is in your chest, just above your heart, the other just below your neck. My father taught it to me incase I ever needed It." She sighed. "Now if you'll excuse me Legolas, I'm quite tired and wouldn't mind some rest."
He nodded his head ad took the dismissal. "As you wish lady." He turned when he heard her laugh.
"You keep calling me that. My name is not lady, it's Alorie."
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