Author's Note:

I have no words to say to you people who never review my story *hint hint* Although I just did say words because I had to say I had no words to say even though I had… ah, forget it.

PLEASE REVIEW! I'm so desperate and I know you're all sick of Legomances but I swear I'll TRY to make this more different to other stories as possible.

Luv always,

Fëaruin

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The Secret Tale of Finlos

Part 3: A Twinge Of Annoyance

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Finlos whirled her black stallion around to her right, looking towards the direction where Legolas was pointing. And he had been right; her eyes following his finger she came to a stag grazing in the shadows of the trees, not even noticing their presence.

Legolas slowly dismounted Orophin's horse, taking care not to make any sound at all. Reaching for his bow and an arrow from his quiver, he passed a look at Finlos that could have silenced an Orc, and Finlos looked at the deer in confusion for she had seldom been out hunting before until now. Fitting the arrow, he held his breath and shuffled a little to the right to target the buck in its proper range, when…

"Stop!" Finlos yelled. "What do you think you're doing?"

Legolas froze and glared at Finlos, dropping his arrow. "Ai, Ascarer! Mani ná lle umien?!?!" he hissed. "Ed i'eär ar' elenea! Dina!" (Agh, impulsive one! What are you doing?!?! By the sea and stars, be silent!!!)

Finlos looked at the stag which had still failed to notice them and silenced her voice into a whisper. "I don't hunt, Master Elf, and therefore I doubt that I would not be sick if I see your arrow in that animal. Would it not be better if we fished instead?"

Legolas almost tore the hairs out of his head. "Your uncle asked us for dried meat, Lady," and prepared to ignore whatever Finlos was going to say next.

"Is fish not meat also?"

"No!" Legolas seethed, fitting his arrow again towards the same direction.

But before he released it, the deer had already seen them and come towards the Elf with affection, which startled him. Legolas yelped and fell to the ground, and the buck followed, licking the smooth pale face. Finlos smiled at this; she had not seen Legolas as one who was so gentle with animals, and the Elf's eye twitched as he noticed the smirk upon the half-Hobbit's face. He rolled over away from the animal and reached for the bow, which made Finlos come to awareness; she dismounted her horse, ran up to Legolas in horror and stomped on his hand hard.

"OUCH!!" Legolas wailed, which did not frighten the stag away at all. "Mankoi lle uma tanya?! Tanya awra!" (Why did you do that?! That hurt!)

Finlos narrowed her eyes at the Elf as the beast neared again, giving him a glare that was commanding and determined. "Daro, Legolas," she said coldly. "N'ndengina ta."

Legolas froze. He did not understand it. Finlos' eyes darkened slightly from the brilliant blue, making her seem cold and distant… 'Stop, Legolas. Do not kill it,' she had commanded. They were silent for a few seconds as their gazes locked, one alarmed, one unforgiving, until they heard a shrill squeal that crashed their hearts straight into the roof of their mouths.

Turning around, they saw that the deer that was so affectionate with Legolas had backed away in fear, whimpering. With sympathy Finlos neared it again- holding out her hand as a gesture of friendship- and before her arm was even stretched the robust, well-built stag had fled, leaving Legolas confused on the ground, and Finlos ashamed next to him. And it was not the case that no animal could sense Finlos was a werewolf even in her natural form… for they did, and no one save herself and the beasts of Middle-Earth knew…

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"Ai, poor Finlos," Fëaruin exclaimed.

"I know," Legolas bowed his head down, a shadow forming on his face. "I did not figure out why these mysterious things kept occurring until she died…"

"By your weapon, might I add," Fëaruin raised an eyebrow at the eccentric Elf.

"It was an accident!"

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you. There seems to be a lack of interest in me listening to lying Elves… or maybe it is that bee up there fluttering so loudly… but I seem to like bees, or at least I do now anyway. Now what was this thing I heard my friend Celebel say about 'drat'?"

"Fëaruin…"

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"Drat!" Legolas cursed, for he could only watch his game run away. Finlos flushed with shame, turning to flee, before Legolas rose from the ground and caught her arm.

"Let me go, Legolas!" she cried. "I have had enough shame for today."

"What do you mean?" he pulled a leaf out of his hair, eyes clouding with irritation. "You lost our game. Now what is Lord Celeborn supposed to think when we return with nothing which was exactly the opposite to what we promised?"

"Is that all you can think about?!" Finlos retorted, picking her way from the bush back into the heart of Lothlórien. "I have just realized exactly why animals fear to come near me. Have you any idea how difficult it is that I will never have a bird in my hand or a butterfly around my feet? And here you are, angry at me because you are afraid my uncle will name you a bad archer!"

"Never had I said such a thing!" Legolas gasped, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe if you told me what was wrong I wouldn't be so angry at you for frightening our dinner away. And if you trust me not, fine. I will assume that it is because you have a nature more frightening than an Orc's that you would probably have all of Mordor flee in fear of you!"

"And you I assume are surrounded constantly in a sea of female Elves waiting for your hand?" Finlos raised an eyebrow as she arrived at her uncle's glade. "Who may I ask would be foolish enough to do that just so that they could be yelled at for frightening a deer outside their own will?"

"At least female Elves do see me and imagine that I am less frightening than a Balrog! And none of them have actually frightened away a deer that they could be compared to you!" Legolas hissed, ignoring the many eyes that were now staring at them in puzzlement.

"Good, then. Compared to your effeminate nature I could be considered quite powerful to have a beast fly away from me when all I had to do was step forth to it. You perhaps could hardly startle a moth without having to scream and run away because it flew towards you to defend itself."

"You… you… tiresome one. Unlike you I am quite good with beasts and birds as you had seen with the stag that was so gentle with me. Why would I want to frighten a deer away?"

"…It's a male thing, Legolas. You just wouldn't understand," Finlos glared, turning away. As Legolas saw her back moving away his bow and his jaw dropped to the ground, his eye twitching faster than he could sprint.

"…YOU ARE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IRRITATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

To be continued…