Legolas plunged into the trees, adrenaline taking over his better
judgement. The young prince darted branches, bushes, and trunks. He leapt
over each obstacle, dodging this way and that, blue eyes concentrated on
the evasive shadow before him.
Finally, she whirled around, "What do you want?"
He paused, "Just to know more about you."
She glared, flipping annoying strands of hair out of her face. She crossed her arms, "Alright, what do you want to know."
Legolas pulled an arrow out of his quiver, he twirled it in his right hand. The elf pulled back his bow and shot it in the ground before her, "Is this yours?"
She eyed him cautiously before bending down and pulling the arrow from the dirt, she rolled it around in her hand, examining every detail before returning her gaze to the elf in front of her, "Yes, it is," she stated simply.
"Why do you fight for the Kanogor?" Legolas asked.
Her eyes widened at the question she feared most, "Does it matter?" She turned back around and continued down the path she was taking.
He followed, questions flooding his mind.
"Why are you so persistent?" she growled, still running.
Legolas caught up and ran beside her, he gave her a sly grin, "Does it matter?"
Finally, she stopped, turning to face him, "If I answer you, will you leave me alone?"
He nodded, "Amin Vesta I promise."
She looked at him, slowly processing the words, translating them in her head. Slowly she nodded, fairly assured that she got the correct meaning, "Fine, I fight for the Kanogor because they are my family."
Legolas looked at her, "Again with the family, you're elven."
Her eyes became colder, "Only by appearance. In my heart, I am one of the Kanogor."
"Why?" Legolas asked, "How did you come to be with the Kanogor?"
She sighed, "My town was devastated by the Drakkon, a band of plunderers and thieves. The Kanogor found me when I was only 10 and took me in. They raised me as one of their own."
"Daeril!" a gruff voice called through the trees, it's rough tongue struggling over the elven word.
Legolas watched as a large orc appeared from behind the bushes; black blood stained its forehead.
"Grakkil!" she called happily, running up and greeting him happily. The orc embraced her roughly. His dark, beady eyes caught sight of the blond elf behind her.
"Who's this?" he growled, reaching for the scythe at his waist.
"No wait!" Daeril protested, ". . .he saved my life."
Grakkil still kept his scythe raised, "He could give you away, others like him could come hunting after you."
"You don't trust me?" Legolas arched an eyebrow.
"Why should I?" the orc growled.
"I just saved Daeril's life for one," the elf accented the name as if mocking the way Grakkil pronounced it.
"I don't care if you saved my sister's life, it still show's nothing of your credibility," the orc stepped forward.
Legolas' eyes flashed, but the indignant elf made no answer. He turned back around, departing back to camp. . .
* * *
Legolas smiled somberly, watching the crowd of elves come to greet the victorious army at the gates of Greenwood.
"Why do you not rejoice?" Legolas turned to see his friend, Edhel, a broad grin spread across his face.
"Daeril," Legolas said quietly, "Her name is Daeril. . ."
Edhel frowned, "Who?"
"The elf who bears arms for the Kanogor, her name is Daeril," Legolas answered.
Edhel sighed, "Still thinking about her then?"
Legolas nodded.
"What happened out in the forest?" his companion inquired.
"I just asked her of her history. . ." the prince answered.
"And. . .?"
Legolas sighed before revealing the information to his friend. *****one week later******
Legolas stepped out from the study, enjoying the friendly rays of the sun. His head snapped around as a familiar voice caught his sharp elven ears.
"Let me go!" she shrieked.
Legolas darted around the corner, finding Daeril attempting to struggle out of the grip of Greenwood guards.
"Let her go!" Legolas cried.
Her blond head snapped up, "You- You!"
Legolas backed away, the pure rage emitted from her eyes absolutely terrified him.
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Finally, she whirled around, "What do you want?"
He paused, "Just to know more about you."
She glared, flipping annoying strands of hair out of her face. She crossed her arms, "Alright, what do you want to know."
Legolas pulled an arrow out of his quiver, he twirled it in his right hand. The elf pulled back his bow and shot it in the ground before her, "Is this yours?"
She eyed him cautiously before bending down and pulling the arrow from the dirt, she rolled it around in her hand, examining every detail before returning her gaze to the elf in front of her, "Yes, it is," she stated simply.
"Why do you fight for the Kanogor?" Legolas asked.
Her eyes widened at the question she feared most, "Does it matter?" She turned back around and continued down the path she was taking.
He followed, questions flooding his mind.
"Why are you so persistent?" she growled, still running.
Legolas caught up and ran beside her, he gave her a sly grin, "Does it matter?"
Finally, she stopped, turning to face him, "If I answer you, will you leave me alone?"
He nodded, "Amin Vesta I promise."
She looked at him, slowly processing the words, translating them in her head. Slowly she nodded, fairly assured that she got the correct meaning, "Fine, I fight for the Kanogor because they are my family."
Legolas looked at her, "Again with the family, you're elven."
Her eyes became colder, "Only by appearance. In my heart, I am one of the Kanogor."
"Why?" Legolas asked, "How did you come to be with the Kanogor?"
She sighed, "My town was devastated by the Drakkon, a band of plunderers and thieves. The Kanogor found me when I was only 10 and took me in. They raised me as one of their own."
"Daeril!" a gruff voice called through the trees, it's rough tongue struggling over the elven word.
Legolas watched as a large orc appeared from behind the bushes; black blood stained its forehead.
"Grakkil!" she called happily, running up and greeting him happily. The orc embraced her roughly. His dark, beady eyes caught sight of the blond elf behind her.
"Who's this?" he growled, reaching for the scythe at his waist.
"No wait!" Daeril protested, ". . .he saved my life."
Grakkil still kept his scythe raised, "He could give you away, others like him could come hunting after you."
"You don't trust me?" Legolas arched an eyebrow.
"Why should I?" the orc growled.
"I just saved Daeril's life for one," the elf accented the name as if mocking the way Grakkil pronounced it.
"I don't care if you saved my sister's life, it still show's nothing of your credibility," the orc stepped forward.
Legolas' eyes flashed, but the indignant elf made no answer. He turned back around, departing back to camp. . .
* * *
Legolas smiled somberly, watching the crowd of elves come to greet the victorious army at the gates of Greenwood.
"Why do you not rejoice?" Legolas turned to see his friend, Edhel, a broad grin spread across his face.
"Daeril," Legolas said quietly, "Her name is Daeril. . ."
Edhel frowned, "Who?"
"The elf who bears arms for the Kanogor, her name is Daeril," Legolas answered.
Edhel sighed, "Still thinking about her then?"
Legolas nodded.
"What happened out in the forest?" his companion inquired.
"I just asked her of her history. . ." the prince answered.
"And. . .?"
Legolas sighed before revealing the information to his friend. *****one week later******
Legolas stepped out from the study, enjoying the friendly rays of the sun. His head snapped around as a familiar voice caught his sharp elven ears.
"Let me go!" she shrieked.
Legolas darted around the corner, finding Daeril attempting to struggle out of the grip of Greenwood guards.
"Let her go!" Legolas cried.
Her blond head snapped up, "You- You!"
Legolas backed away, the pure rage emitted from her eyes absolutely terrified him.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sorry so late, classes have been killer... Anyhoo please review!