1 My disclaimer from last time still stands. I would like it to stand for
the remainder of my story!
A/N: sorry my last chapter was so long. I couldn't find a place to break it. This chapter is much shorter, almost too short. Sorry bout that. Please Review!
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While puzzling this he returned to the room he had been tended in. He slept fitfully only to be awakened at dawn by noise in the corridor. Grumbling, he opened the door to see what all the commotion was.
There stood a lovely elf, Arwen Evenstar. She turned to the doorway expecting to see a bleary eyed Nefhuine and was shocked to see a tall, travel worn male instead. She quickly regained her composure but her eyes still held curiosity and some worry. It was very unlike Nefhuine to let strange elves into her room, let alone male elves.
*Who are you and where is my Nefhuine, * she asked concernedly.
**Lady, I know naught of whom you speak, I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood. I was sent to deliver an urgent message to Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Whilst riding I was attacked by a swarm of Orcs. I honestly expected to die last night on these very grounds, but the most beautiful Elven maiden shot the twenty or so Orcs that followed me. She then lifted me into the air without touching me and I was brought to this room. I watched in amazement as she healed my wounds with ancient healing arts. I know not what she did, but my wounds have completely disappeared and two were assuredly fatal. I wonder if this could be the one of whom you speak. I mostly lost consciousness after she healed my last wound and she collapsed to the ground. I did not have the strength to rise. At that time a man ran in and lifted the maiden into his arms and disappeared into the corridor. Moments later a dwarf came to my aid. Alas, I remember no more. **
Arwen listened with silent shock eminent on her face to the retellings of the previous night. She knew that the man that he spoke of must be Aragorn.
**Come, ** she replied after a moment. **You must tell your tale to Aragorn and my father, Lord Elrond. **
With that she led him away with great haste, her brow furrowed in anxiousness. It was then that it struck Legolas; Lady Arwen was very like to the Elf maiden in face. He realized that they must be very closely related…
A/N: sorry my last chapter was so long. I couldn't find a place to break it. This chapter is much shorter, almost too short. Sorry bout that. Please Review!
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3 CHAPTER 2
While puzzling this he returned to the room he had been tended in. He slept fitfully only to be awakened at dawn by noise in the corridor. Grumbling, he opened the door to see what all the commotion was.
There stood a lovely elf, Arwen Evenstar. She turned to the doorway expecting to see a bleary eyed Nefhuine and was shocked to see a tall, travel worn male instead. She quickly regained her composure but her eyes still held curiosity and some worry. It was very unlike Nefhuine to let strange elves into her room, let alone male elves.
*Who are you and where is my Nefhuine, * she asked concernedly.
**Lady, I know naught of whom you speak, I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, King of Mirkwood. I was sent to deliver an urgent message to Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Whilst riding I was attacked by a swarm of Orcs. I honestly expected to die last night on these very grounds, but the most beautiful Elven maiden shot the twenty or so Orcs that followed me. She then lifted me into the air without touching me and I was brought to this room. I watched in amazement as she healed my wounds with ancient healing arts. I know not what she did, but my wounds have completely disappeared and two were assuredly fatal. I wonder if this could be the one of whom you speak. I mostly lost consciousness after she healed my last wound and she collapsed to the ground. I did not have the strength to rise. At that time a man ran in and lifted the maiden into his arms and disappeared into the corridor. Moments later a dwarf came to my aid. Alas, I remember no more. **
Arwen listened with silent shock eminent on her face to the retellings of the previous night. She knew that the man that he spoke of must be Aragorn.
**Come, ** she replied after a moment. **You must tell your tale to Aragorn and my father, Lord Elrond. **
With that she led him away with great haste, her brow furrowed in anxiousness. It was then that it struck Legolas; Lady Arwen was very like to the Elf maiden in face. He realized that they must be very closely related…