1 Slipping Away Ch 2
"Legolas are you alright?" asked Alana waving her hand in front of his half closed eyes.
"Hunh?" asked Legolas sleeply.
"Are you awake?" she asked giggling.
"No, not really. That Arwen girl wouldn't give me a moments rest. My father said I'm suppost to show her around, but I haven't seen her all morning."
They sat on a bench in the garden in front of the castle. Many elves walked down the flower lined pathways, mostly running errends. No one really payed attention to their conversation.
"When will your father stop trying to marry you off?"
"Never, I guess.'n
"Well you have to show him who's boss."
"But remember what happened the last time I disobeyed him?" Legolas pulled up his shirt to show her the lash marks on his back.
"Run away!"
"I can't! There's nothing I can do!" yelled Legolas exasperadedly.
"I'm sorry," said Alana gently. "Don't be upset. We'll think of something."
"Thank you my…" began Legolas but he was cut off when a handful of mud hit him in the face. "What the…"he yelled attracting attention.
"There she goes," said Alana to him.
"Who?" asked Legolas, ignoring the laughter from the other elves.
"Your future wife."
Legolas stormed through the halls of the castle, mud dripping from his face. He was going to make Arwen pay for making a fool out of him. Stares followed him as he walked, but he didn't care.
He stopped short, hearing laughter coming from behind a closed door. Smiling he opened it. But to his great dissapointment she was sitting on the bed talking to his father.
"Legolas, where have you been?" asked his father sternly. "Arwen has been looking for you all day! It is very rude to leave a guest while you go play with your little friends."
Legolas was about to say, "Why don't you ask her where I was,' but then realized it wouldn't do him any good. "Come on," he said resentfully. "I'll show you the forest."
"What happened to you?" asked Arwen sweetly, as Legolas led her further into the wood.
"Don't pretend that you don't know,' hissed Legolas. "Why did you want to make a fool of me?"
"You are altogether to perfect for my liking," retorted Arwen.
Legolas stared at her incrediously. "You can't say that! You don't know anything about me!"
"Actually, I know that brown is definetly your color," she smirked before flinging more mud at him.
"That's it, you bitch!" yelled Legolas and he lunged at her, knocking her flat on her face.
As the battle raged on a blonde figure ran back towards the castle, a grin on his face.
"I hope that teaches you a lesson," said Thranduil looping the whip back over his arm. "And you will remain in your room for two days!" He slammed the door behind him.
Legolas winced in pain as blood trickled down his back. Anger still courced through him as he remembered Arwen's pathetic performance downstairs. "I didn't do anything Daddy, he attacked me from behind…"
A soft voice knocked him out of his thoughts. "Legolas?" He turned over painfully to watch Alana climb through the open widow.
"You got it bad this time," she said looking at the wounds.
"Yeah, but it was worth it," he said smiling, as he told her what had happened earlier.
Alana laughed as she began to treat the wounds on his back. His elvish healing abilites were kicking in but they still looked red and sore. "I don't think she'll try anything anymore."
A loud bell sounded making her jump. "I have to go to dinner. I'll bring you back something. Just rest ok?"
"Alright," replied Legolas, feeling tired. As he closed his eyes he saw a tall young man, with black hair and dark eyes. Smiling at the vision he slowly drifted to sleep.
"Legolas are you alright?" asked Alana waving her hand in front of his half closed eyes.
"Hunh?" asked Legolas sleeply.
"Are you awake?" she asked giggling.
"No, not really. That Arwen girl wouldn't give me a moments rest. My father said I'm suppost to show her around, but I haven't seen her all morning."
They sat on a bench in the garden in front of the castle. Many elves walked down the flower lined pathways, mostly running errends. No one really payed attention to their conversation.
"When will your father stop trying to marry you off?"
"Never, I guess.'n
"Well you have to show him who's boss."
"But remember what happened the last time I disobeyed him?" Legolas pulled up his shirt to show her the lash marks on his back.
"Run away!"
"I can't! There's nothing I can do!" yelled Legolas exasperadedly.
"I'm sorry," said Alana gently. "Don't be upset. We'll think of something."
"Thank you my…" began Legolas but he was cut off when a handful of mud hit him in the face. "What the…"he yelled attracting attention.
"There she goes," said Alana to him.
"Who?" asked Legolas, ignoring the laughter from the other elves.
"Your future wife."
Legolas stormed through the halls of the castle, mud dripping from his face. He was going to make Arwen pay for making a fool out of him. Stares followed him as he walked, but he didn't care.
He stopped short, hearing laughter coming from behind a closed door. Smiling he opened it. But to his great dissapointment she was sitting on the bed talking to his father.
"Legolas, where have you been?" asked his father sternly. "Arwen has been looking for you all day! It is very rude to leave a guest while you go play with your little friends."
Legolas was about to say, "Why don't you ask her where I was,' but then realized it wouldn't do him any good. "Come on," he said resentfully. "I'll show you the forest."
"What happened to you?" asked Arwen sweetly, as Legolas led her further into the wood.
"Don't pretend that you don't know,' hissed Legolas. "Why did you want to make a fool of me?"
"You are altogether to perfect for my liking," retorted Arwen.
Legolas stared at her incrediously. "You can't say that! You don't know anything about me!"
"Actually, I know that brown is definetly your color," she smirked before flinging more mud at him.
"That's it, you bitch!" yelled Legolas and he lunged at her, knocking her flat on her face.
As the battle raged on a blonde figure ran back towards the castle, a grin on his face.
"I hope that teaches you a lesson," said Thranduil looping the whip back over his arm. "And you will remain in your room for two days!" He slammed the door behind him.
Legolas winced in pain as blood trickled down his back. Anger still courced through him as he remembered Arwen's pathetic performance downstairs. "I didn't do anything Daddy, he attacked me from behind…"
A soft voice knocked him out of his thoughts. "Legolas?" He turned over painfully to watch Alana climb through the open widow.
"You got it bad this time," she said looking at the wounds.
"Yeah, but it was worth it," he said smiling, as he told her what had happened earlier.
Alana laughed as she began to treat the wounds on his back. His elvish healing abilites were kicking in but they still looked red and sore. "I don't think she'll try anything anymore."
A loud bell sounded making her jump. "I have to go to dinner. I'll bring you back something. Just rest ok?"
"Alright," replied Legolas, feeling tired. As he closed his eyes he saw a tall young man, with black hair and dark eyes. Smiling at the vision he slowly drifted to sleep.