Legalan's Tale
Chapter Ten
And The Seriousness Pursues
"Bran?" Sulel called into her darkened bedchambers. He was not sure what he would find inside. There was no answer.
"Bran?" He called in again, this time carefully stepping in. He heard voices coming from the balcony, which every bedchamber was lucky enough to have. "Bran?" He saw her standing on the wide stone railing of the balcony, looking to the ground below and mumbling quietly to herself. He could only barely make out the words even with his heightened Elvin senses. It was some she seemed to be talking with someone only she could see and hear. "And, God, I don't really hate Lily. She was only doing what anyone else would have done. I can't blame her for that. And, God, I don't hate Legolas, either. He'll be nice for Lily, and I'm sure that they will live happily together... without me. And my sister didn't actually stick my fingers in the toaster when I was six, either. I did it myself."
"Bran?" Sulel asked.
"What is it?" She snapped back acidly, without turning around.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm having tea with the fricken' queen of Rohan! What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I'm committing suicide! And don't you dare try to stop me!" Sulel stayed where he was. Bran looked back down at the ground some ninety feet below her. "I'm going to do this, Sulel, and don't you dare try to stop me, Sulel try to stop me." She finally turned to face him. "Sulel, I'm throwing myself off a balcony, get over here and try to stop me!"
The confused elf pulled her off the railing and ushered her into her bedroom, where she broke down in tears. "Why did you stop me?" She asked, sobbing. "I was really serious!"
By this time, poor little Sulel didn't know what exactly to do, for he had quite expected to be confronted by her rage. Now, there was this sobbing girl in the middle of the floor who resembled Bran in looks alone.
The girl formally known as Bran then threw her arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder, mumbling 'stupid elf'. Well, at least that was a little reassuring, he thought as he awkwardly patted her back.
For weeks, he had dreamed of something like this happening. Now that it was, it was more than a little frightening. "Bran?" He asked, on the verge of tears himself. But his tears would only be shed out of utter confusion.
"Stupid elf." Was his response, as she pushed him away and stalked into the water closet (bathroom). There were sounds of ripping material, and short, enraged screams. Five minutes later, Bran returned fully dressed in black athletic pants and a black hooded sweatshirt. "I'm going home." She announced. Sulel stared at her, blankly.
She was almost out the door when he unintentionally called out to her. She turned around to face him.
"I love you." He said simply.
There was a flash of pure regret in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced with her trademark sarcasm and a cock of the eyebrow.
"I bet you do." She said, and walked away.
EXACTLY THIRTY MINUTES LATER;
"Stupid forest.... Stupid trees... Ouchies...." Bran tried in vain to navigate her way through the dense woodland in the middle of the night. The only light she had was that of the unnaturally bright moon. The small jingle-jangle of a bell interrupted her display of her... more colorful vocabulary. She turned to see a small black kitten approaching her. Smiling, she knelt down. "Hey there, little kitty." She picked up the tiny thing and it mewed in her arms. "You remind me of one of my kitties at home. His name is Louie. He lived under my school when I was six years old, until one day when I took him home."
"Ah... The side of Bran we never see." Came a voice behind her. She turned to find Arwen standing there, looking immaculate and perfect and as if it were only natural to be standing in the forest in the middle of the night.
"I knew you weren't dead!" Bran exclaimed.
"I know. Now if only I could convince Aragorn that..." Arwen said, rolling her eyes. "I heard about what happened in the gardens."
"Word's traveled this fast?"
"No. I was standing behind you."
"Oh."
"That's Lily's kitten, you know. Legolas gave it to her."
Bran sneered bitterly.
"She's very hurt, you know." Arwen continued on. "She hasn't had an easy life, and from what I've gathered, you're the one thing that shed a little bit of brightness on it. Maybe you should forgive her."
Bran's chin lifted and there was a look of immense pride around her. "She can tell it to Oprah, baby, 'cause I ain't listening to her pathetic sob story anymore."
Arwen shrugged. "Do what you'd like. It's not my place to tell you what or what not to do. I just thought you'd like to know. She's hurting." A blank look replaced the look of wisdom on Arwen's face as she wandered back into the forest.
"That was odd..." Bran commented. So, Lily was hurting, was she? Well, ha. She deserved it, after all. Well, maybe she didn't. Lily didn't actually do anything wrong, except for give in to the temptations of the human flesh... Well, in this case, Elvish. Could anyone actually be faulted for that? Could Lily?
Of course.
********
"Saurman?"
"What is it?"
"The prisoner's escaped."
"Darn..."
********
THE NEXT MORNING:
Lily emerged from her room, pale and silent. The cat Legolas had given her had run away. Bran hated her. What else could go wrong? At that exact moment, Lily bumped into Sulel, who just gave her a look that made her feel three feet tall. Which isn't very tall. Lily continued on her way with her head bowed. She just didn't feel very good right now. She wished she could talk to Bran.
"I believe this is yours."
Lily turned around. "Bran?"
"She is yours, isn't she? If she isn't, I'm keeping her."
Lily's eyes shone with delight at Bran's decision to speak to her again.
"Going once..."
Lily smiled at Bran, her best friend.
"Going twice..."
This day was about to get a whole lot better.
"Going three times...."
Lily didn't trust herself to speak. She was overflowing with happiness.
"SOLD, to the lady in the red dress!" Bran yelled, taking the kitten and holding her close. She smiled pleasantly at Lily and skipped away down the hall.
~~~~~
Author's notes: Molly of Ozz wrote this chapter! YES I DID! WOOOOOOO! GO ME! Okay, I'm done. I'm planning on writing a sequel to this, so after this ends, prepare for that. And, I'm quite sorry about the serious qualities of the last three chapters (this one included, though I do hope I did a good job in lightening it up a bit). Legalan insists that it's crucial to the plot. I, for one, don't see how that's possible, because there is no plot. It's supposed to be random insanity for people to laugh and be merry at. But, oh well. I'll let her do her thing. AND, Lord of the Rings does not belong to me, though I remain confident in the fact that it will someday *gets assaulted by random lawyers. Oh, and the Bran loving animals thing, it's a bit crucial to the sequel. Yes, I'm quite serious about this sequel thing. Run and hide, lock your doors, 'CAUSE I'LL BE BACK!!!! *gets carted off by the nice men in white coats*
And The Seriousness Pursues
"Bran?" Sulel called into her darkened bedchambers. He was not sure what he would find inside. There was no answer.
"Bran?" He called in again, this time carefully stepping in. He heard voices coming from the balcony, which every bedchamber was lucky enough to have. "Bran?" He saw her standing on the wide stone railing of the balcony, looking to the ground below and mumbling quietly to herself. He could only barely make out the words even with his heightened Elvin senses. It was some she seemed to be talking with someone only she could see and hear. "And, God, I don't really hate Lily. She was only doing what anyone else would have done. I can't blame her for that. And, God, I don't hate Legolas, either. He'll be nice for Lily, and I'm sure that they will live happily together... without me. And my sister didn't actually stick my fingers in the toaster when I was six, either. I did it myself."
"Bran?" Sulel asked.
"What is it?" She snapped back acidly, without turning around.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm having tea with the fricken' queen of Rohan! What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I'm committing suicide! And don't you dare try to stop me!" Sulel stayed where he was. Bran looked back down at the ground some ninety feet below her. "I'm going to do this, Sulel, and don't you dare try to stop me, Sulel try to stop me." She finally turned to face him. "Sulel, I'm throwing myself off a balcony, get over here and try to stop me!"
The confused elf pulled her off the railing and ushered her into her bedroom, where she broke down in tears. "Why did you stop me?" She asked, sobbing. "I was really serious!"
By this time, poor little Sulel didn't know what exactly to do, for he had quite expected to be confronted by her rage. Now, there was this sobbing girl in the middle of the floor who resembled Bran in looks alone.
The girl formally known as Bran then threw her arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder, mumbling 'stupid elf'. Well, at least that was a little reassuring, he thought as he awkwardly patted her back.
For weeks, he had dreamed of something like this happening. Now that it was, it was more than a little frightening. "Bran?" He asked, on the verge of tears himself. But his tears would only be shed out of utter confusion.
"Stupid elf." Was his response, as she pushed him away and stalked into the water closet (bathroom). There were sounds of ripping material, and short, enraged screams. Five minutes later, Bran returned fully dressed in black athletic pants and a black hooded sweatshirt. "I'm going home." She announced. Sulel stared at her, blankly.
She was almost out the door when he unintentionally called out to her. She turned around to face him.
"I love you." He said simply.
There was a flash of pure regret in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced with her trademark sarcasm and a cock of the eyebrow.
"I bet you do." She said, and walked away.
EXACTLY THIRTY MINUTES LATER;
"Stupid forest.... Stupid trees... Ouchies...." Bran tried in vain to navigate her way through the dense woodland in the middle of the night. The only light she had was that of the unnaturally bright moon. The small jingle-jangle of a bell interrupted her display of her... more colorful vocabulary. She turned to see a small black kitten approaching her. Smiling, she knelt down. "Hey there, little kitty." She picked up the tiny thing and it mewed in her arms. "You remind me of one of my kitties at home. His name is Louie. He lived under my school when I was six years old, until one day when I took him home."
"Ah... The side of Bran we never see." Came a voice behind her. She turned to find Arwen standing there, looking immaculate and perfect and as if it were only natural to be standing in the forest in the middle of the night.
"I knew you weren't dead!" Bran exclaimed.
"I know. Now if only I could convince Aragorn that..." Arwen said, rolling her eyes. "I heard about what happened in the gardens."
"Word's traveled this fast?"
"No. I was standing behind you."
"Oh."
"That's Lily's kitten, you know. Legolas gave it to her."
Bran sneered bitterly.
"She's very hurt, you know." Arwen continued on. "She hasn't had an easy life, and from what I've gathered, you're the one thing that shed a little bit of brightness on it. Maybe you should forgive her."
Bran's chin lifted and there was a look of immense pride around her. "She can tell it to Oprah, baby, 'cause I ain't listening to her pathetic sob story anymore."
Arwen shrugged. "Do what you'd like. It's not my place to tell you what or what not to do. I just thought you'd like to know. She's hurting." A blank look replaced the look of wisdom on Arwen's face as she wandered back into the forest.
"That was odd..." Bran commented. So, Lily was hurting, was she? Well, ha. She deserved it, after all. Well, maybe she didn't. Lily didn't actually do anything wrong, except for give in to the temptations of the human flesh... Well, in this case, Elvish. Could anyone actually be faulted for that? Could Lily?
Of course.
********
"Saurman?"
"What is it?"
"The prisoner's escaped."
"Darn..."
********
THE NEXT MORNING:
Lily emerged from her room, pale and silent. The cat Legolas had given her had run away. Bran hated her. What else could go wrong? At that exact moment, Lily bumped into Sulel, who just gave her a look that made her feel three feet tall. Which isn't very tall. Lily continued on her way with her head bowed. She just didn't feel very good right now. She wished she could talk to Bran.
"I believe this is yours."
Lily turned around. "Bran?"
"She is yours, isn't she? If she isn't, I'm keeping her."
Lily's eyes shone with delight at Bran's decision to speak to her again.
"Going once..."
Lily smiled at Bran, her best friend.
"Going twice..."
This day was about to get a whole lot better.
"Going three times...."
Lily didn't trust herself to speak. She was overflowing with happiness.
"SOLD, to the lady in the red dress!" Bran yelled, taking the kitten and holding her close. She smiled pleasantly at Lily and skipped away down the hall.
~~~~~
Author's notes: Molly of Ozz wrote this chapter! YES I DID! WOOOOOOO! GO ME! Okay, I'm done. I'm planning on writing a sequel to this, so after this ends, prepare for that. And, I'm quite sorry about the serious qualities of the last three chapters (this one included, though I do hope I did a good job in lightening it up a bit). Legalan insists that it's crucial to the plot. I, for one, don't see how that's possible, because there is no plot. It's supposed to be random insanity for people to laugh and be merry at. But, oh well. I'll let her do her thing. AND, Lord of the Rings does not belong to me, though I remain confident in the fact that it will someday *gets assaulted by random lawyers. Oh, and the Bran loving animals thing, it's a bit crucial to the sequel. Yes, I'm quite serious about this sequel thing. Run and hide, lock your doors, 'CAUSE I'LL BE BACK!!!! *gets carted off by the nice men in white coats*