1 Chapter 15- Gonna
Here we go again! Well, its nice to see you folks, and welcome aboard the ride. Please keep arms, legs, noses and hair inside the carrige and any attempts to jump into the plot will be forbidden! Love y'all and many thanks to 2cute2handle my favourite reviewee!
"Alcarin! What took you so long?!" called Anariel and Berethiel. "We were about to come and find you! Do you like Raist?"
" Yes...Lets go." Said Alcarin, still a little perplexed as to her thoughts and feelings. Eros was wiser than she. Perhaps she should just leave and get permission to travel to Rivendell, or even Lothlorien? She was sure that it would cause less trouble if she did. As they arrived back, Alcarin was worried by the sight of Legolas and Eros standing opposite each other, clearly engaged in some sort of fight. They did not hear the horses hooves, anger blocked their senses.
"You do not love her! You merely wish for her affection so you can throw it away! I truly love her, and..."
"How dare you! I love Alcarin in a way I have never felt before! You only desire her for her status and influence!"
"You are jealous!"
"As are you!"
The words stopped, as they both shocked themselves. Then, before anyone could stop them, they had flung themselves at the other.
"Stop!" One word tore from Alcarin's throat as she flung herself from Raist's back, and towards the struggling pair.
"I love you both!" She shouted, but neither heard. She grabbed Legolas' arm, as he was about to punch Eros. Legolas struggled and pulled, but she would not let go. Eros seized his chance, and kicked Legolas. The furious pair kept fighting, and Alcarin was dragged in, until a male elf rushed to intervene, and Berethiel and Anariel were helping. Alcarin had a bruised leg, she was certain, and her face might not be so beautiful in a little while. Anariel helped her to her feet. Legolas and Eros were still yelling at each other.
"ENOUGH!" Thundered Alcarin, furious and angry with both. Shocked at her venom and lack of gentility, they both paused, and looked guiltily at her and Anariel and Berethiel as they stood, flanking Alcarin. Berethiel stepped forward, glaring at both. "Are you hurt, Alcarin?" "I will be fine, my thanks Princess." She turned to the males.
"You will not fight over me again. And you will listen to me now. I am leaving. Neither of you are to know where I go, and you will not follow me. I am the cause of this, hurting you both and myself. It was unintentional, but the only remedy is this. I wish not to hear of you fighting, do you forget all you have lived through together? Consider yourselves lucky you have a friendship so strong it should survive all. Friendship should not be based on mistakes made, but on reparation given. Please, sirs, apologise."
Eros and Legolas had looked more and more sheepish and guilty through out the entire speech. Now, each looked at the other, and at the maiden, holding herself with icy rigidity, straight and to her full height of 5'4 feet. Small, but tougher than any maiden half again her size. Her fire was part of the reason both loved her, but her gentleness, care and innocence (A/N: sorry, had to! Not always innocent!!) her love and loyalty, and the way she looked at them as if they were the most beautiful things she had ever seen, all added up to a lovely thing- Alcarin. She waited expectantly, watching both.
"I apologise, Legolas. 'Twas most wrong of me."
" Nay, 'twas my fault also. I apologise. Friends?"
The pair smiled at each other, and released by their captors, stepped forward and shook the proffered hands. Alcarin watched, then limped quietly away as the entire palace that had been watching, cheered. It had been a spur of the moment decision, and she was not by any means intending to retract any of her statement. She was going away. Right as soon as she got back to her room.
Here we go again! Well, its nice to see you folks, and welcome aboard the ride. Please keep arms, legs, noses and hair inside the carrige and any attempts to jump into the plot will be forbidden! Love y'all and many thanks to 2cute2handle my favourite reviewee!
"Alcarin! What took you so long?!" called Anariel and Berethiel. "We were about to come and find you! Do you like Raist?"
" Yes...Lets go." Said Alcarin, still a little perplexed as to her thoughts and feelings. Eros was wiser than she. Perhaps she should just leave and get permission to travel to Rivendell, or even Lothlorien? She was sure that it would cause less trouble if she did. As they arrived back, Alcarin was worried by the sight of Legolas and Eros standing opposite each other, clearly engaged in some sort of fight. They did not hear the horses hooves, anger blocked their senses.
"You do not love her! You merely wish for her affection so you can throw it away! I truly love her, and..."
"How dare you! I love Alcarin in a way I have never felt before! You only desire her for her status and influence!"
"You are jealous!"
"As are you!"
The words stopped, as they both shocked themselves. Then, before anyone could stop them, they had flung themselves at the other.
"Stop!" One word tore from Alcarin's throat as she flung herself from Raist's back, and towards the struggling pair.
"I love you both!" She shouted, but neither heard. She grabbed Legolas' arm, as he was about to punch Eros. Legolas struggled and pulled, but she would not let go. Eros seized his chance, and kicked Legolas. The furious pair kept fighting, and Alcarin was dragged in, until a male elf rushed to intervene, and Berethiel and Anariel were helping. Alcarin had a bruised leg, she was certain, and her face might not be so beautiful in a little while. Anariel helped her to her feet. Legolas and Eros were still yelling at each other.
"ENOUGH!" Thundered Alcarin, furious and angry with both. Shocked at her venom and lack of gentility, they both paused, and looked guiltily at her and Anariel and Berethiel as they stood, flanking Alcarin. Berethiel stepped forward, glaring at both. "Are you hurt, Alcarin?" "I will be fine, my thanks Princess." She turned to the males.
"You will not fight over me again. And you will listen to me now. I am leaving. Neither of you are to know where I go, and you will not follow me. I am the cause of this, hurting you both and myself. It was unintentional, but the only remedy is this. I wish not to hear of you fighting, do you forget all you have lived through together? Consider yourselves lucky you have a friendship so strong it should survive all. Friendship should not be based on mistakes made, but on reparation given. Please, sirs, apologise."
Eros and Legolas had looked more and more sheepish and guilty through out the entire speech. Now, each looked at the other, and at the maiden, holding herself with icy rigidity, straight and to her full height of 5'4 feet. Small, but tougher than any maiden half again her size. Her fire was part of the reason both loved her, but her gentleness, care and innocence (A/N: sorry, had to! Not always innocent!!) her love and loyalty, and the way she looked at them as if they were the most beautiful things she had ever seen, all added up to a lovely thing- Alcarin. She waited expectantly, watching both.
"I apologise, Legolas. 'Twas most wrong of me."
" Nay, 'twas my fault also. I apologise. Friends?"
The pair smiled at each other, and released by their captors, stepped forward and shook the proffered hands. Alcarin watched, then limped quietly away as the entire palace that had been watching, cheered. It had been a spur of the moment decision, and she was not by any means intending to retract any of her statement. She was going away. Right as soon as she got back to her room.