Author's Note:
I am very sad! C'mon people! My story is not that bad [I hope] and I desire reviews! Please give my first ever LotR fic a break… I'm not that experienced you know :(
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Luv always,
Fëaruin
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The Secret Tale of Finlos
Part 2: Hunting
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Unable to stand the silence much longer, Finlos broke it, her gaze converted to the path ahead of her.
"What is it that you are going to meet my uncle for, anyway?"
Legolas turned suddenly, and smiled at Finlos. "I have been summoned because of the many things that are occurring… a Balrog has appeared in Moria, many Dwarves and Elves have fled. And I'm sure you have heard of Nimrodel? Nimrodel has been lost…"
"Ai," Finlos wailed. "This may explain why so many Silvan Elves in Lórien are fleeing."
"Yes," Legolas replied, as they walked into the heart of Lothlórien. "That is why Lord Celeborn has called for counsel from his fellow Elves."
As they reached the Glade of Celeborn, they saw that many Elves were seated on the grass and in the trees talking amongst themselves, resting before they were to be summoned. However, Celeborn was there himself, leaning against a tree, and he smiled at Finlos and Legolas as they approached, welcoming them with a hearty smile.
"Good morrow, Legolas of Mirkwood!" he greeted, as many other Elves turned and greeted him as well. "I am glad that you were able to turn up today, for we need to counsel with as many as we could. But to less disheartening matters, I see you have met my niece Finlos Kallesilya. She is available, you know."
"Uncle," Finlos bit her lip in restricted irritation, a red flush spreading across her cheeks. Legolas looked at her, and grimaced in amusement.
"Yes, I can see why."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Finlos blushed even more, restraining herself from hitting his arm hard.
Celeborn and Legolas laughed as they left the matter. Celeborn spoke up first after the brief silence, drawing closer to them. "Legolas, I have a favor of you…"
"What is it, Lord Celeborn?" Legolas asked, becoming a little concerned by the note in Celeborn's voice.
"…This… this is a little embarrassing," he whispered, as Finlos interestedly drew nearer to see what made her uncle so ashamed, "…But would you mind going hunting for me? I must keep company our comrades, though we cannot go on with the feast before the counsel, for Lórien's supplies of dried meat has been relinquished after the Elves had fled…"
"Agh," Legolas almost hit himself as he remembered that he had gone hunting earlier for a gift to Lord Celeborn, and distracted by Finlos he had gone into the heart of Lórien without continuing his hunt. "I was hunting earlier, but meeting Finlos I became forgetful and arrived here instead. I will go, Lord Celeborn."
"Thank you, Legolas," Celeborn smiled gratefully. "You have no idea how much this means to me for you have just saved me from embarrassment. Would you like to take Finlos with you?"
"Are you sure she will not end up scaring the game away?" Legolas jested. Finlos surrendered, threw her arms up and stormed away, making her uncle and her new friend laugh. Legolas smirked at Celeborn and ran after Finlos, waving a hand at the Elven Lord.
"Easily offended, aren't you?" Legolas smiled as he caught up to Finlos, a much softer and less satirical smile. "I was only playing."
"Your play can be irritating, my Lord," she kept on stomping. Legolas barely kept himself from sniggering, as they walked together to the borders of Lórien where the Guardians were posted. "Haldir, where is Mornië Maránwë?"
The golden-haired Elven Guardian turned, humbling himself at the presence of his Lord's niece. "Mornië Maránwë? I believe he is in his pen, Lady Finlos…"
"WHY IS HE IN HIS PEN?!?!" She roared at the poor Elf, losing her mind because of Legolas' vexatious jests. "WHY IS IT THAT HE IS NOT WHERE I WANT HIM WHEN I WANT HIM?! GET HIM, YOU FOOL!"
"Peace, Lady," Haldir struggled to fix his hair, after it had stood on its end from Finlos' irritated bellow. "It is not my fault, I cannot leave my post while many visitors are arriving, it has been forbidden by your uncle. I cannot go and ready your stallion, but if you do not mind, I could perhaps ask Rúmil or Orophin if you could borrow a horse…"
"Horses," Finlos corrected, signaling at the Elf beside her. Haldir nodded and called for his brothers, as Legolas turned an admiring eye at the maiden alongside him.
"You are severely adorable when you are angry," he tittered, whilst Haldir's brothers arrived at the scene and began speaking to him in Elvish.
Finlos forced herself to smile, although the sarcasm within it made Legolas chortle even more. "Thank you," she grimaced insincerely, a quiver in her voice. They turned their attention back at Haldir as he acquired the horses.
Legolas mounted Orophin's horse, waiting for Finlos to mount Rúmil's. However, Finlos was frozen on the ground, as she realized something very inane. How half-witted of me, she thought, suppressing an urge to smack her head against the nearest tree. I'm a werewolf. None other horse can carry me but my own!
"Hurry up!" Legolas complained jokingly, but paused when she saw the expression on Finlos' face. "…Finlos?" he muttered, alarmed.
Finlos took a step closer to Rúmil's horse, hoping that for once a creature would come near her willingly, but the stallion gave a horrified neigh and galloped away from the part-wolf, which shocked Legolas and the Elven Guardians nearby. What in the name of Eru just happened…?
"Get Mornië Maránwë," Haldir writhed a hand at a random Elf next to him, who nodded and headed for the pens immediately. Haldir continued to stare at Finlos in astonishment, not understanding what had just happened.
"Finlos?" Legolas whispered again.
"I am fine," Finlos fakely smiled, trying to hide her tears of shame. "It is quite normal that no horse will carry me but my own. Horses rarely like me and, oh, the only ones that will allow me to ride them are those that have grown to like me."
"That is strange," Legolas uttered to himself, feeling a gush of sympathy when he noticed the tears Finlos was trying desperately to hide. They stayed in silence as the Elven Guardian arrived with Finlos' black stallion by this time readied, and she mounted Mornië Maránwë with a genuine smile this time; and with that they left, the voices of the Elves' farewells Quel fara echoing behind them.
Legolas galloped ahead, as Finlos stayed back, still overcome by sorrow. "Are you alright, Lady?"
"What happened to your obnoxious side?" Finlos smirked, and relief gushed through Legolas as he realized that she was back to her old self again.
"Ssh," he suddenly pulled on his horse's reins, and pointing in the bushes as the horse skidded to a stop. "There's our game."
To be continued…
Author's Note:
Sorry about this chapter! It wasn't very good because I wrote it in practically fifteen minutes, since I have to study for exams and Morauko was forcing me to update… :P
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Love, Fëaruin