Been a while? I'd say neh? ^_^;
Well.
Here's chapter 3. It's so lame it doesn't deserve a capital 'C' or it's own separate chapter 3 line.
Oh yeah, I don't own anything apart from a few bushes, lakes, twigs, clothes, rocks, rivers whatever. ^_ Enjoy.
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RECAP!! ^0^ I LOVE RECAPS!!!!!!
But I can't be stuffed doing one so just go read the last chapter again.
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He swallowed and very slowly looked under the lifted ash brown blanket.
"Alright," Legolas spoke gently, slightly calmed, "where are the rest of my garments?"
The elven woman slowly pointed to the cave wall behind her. It was quite dark there, but Legolas could easily make out his cloak, tunic and bow and arrow hanging from a large wooden rack. He also noticed one other cloak (probably the woman's spare) and two fist sized black sacks, but he didn't give them a second thought.
"What is your name?" he spoke firmly to the silent elf.
She looked up at him cautiously.
Legolas stared straight back, unmoved.
"You... do have a name-"
"-and I request you do not ask me it."
"What is your reason? It is only a name."
"I cannot tell you because it is not the time."
"And you know that for sure?"
"Yes."
Legolas paused and contemplated her quick answer for a second. They spoke without hesitation and kept their strong eye contact. The woman seemed dead serious while Legolas just toyed with her.
"When will it be the time?" he questioned.
"When I next see you."
"... How do you know all of this will happen, or when? Are you a-"
"-please, you are still injured. You should lie down until you are fully healed." The woman looked away for a moment, obviously trying to change the subject.
Legolas sensed this and just shrugged it off, but he remained sitting up.
"Who was my rescuer?" he suddenly asked.
"It was I."
She answered evenly, not a flinch of pride or doubt.
"... Thank you." Legolas half smiled. "But could you please hand me my clothes?"
"You are not healed completely though-"
"-I should leave, I am sorry if I have caused you any trouble."
And Legolas bolted up and grabbed his clothes lightning fast. His rescuer rose and sighed. It seemed she knew she couldn't stop him. Legolas pulled his shirt and tunic on quickly and began to put on his cloak.
As he reached for his bow and arrow, he paused and faced the watching elf woman.
"When I next see you, do you promise to tell me your name?"
She paused but eventually gave a small nod.
Legolas noticed as he was walking out of the small cave, a wooden staff leaned up against the farthest cave wall. Its bulb on the end glowed.
'The light...' he thought, '...that's where it was coming from...'
He stared in amazement and quickly turned to the elf lady. She suddenly looked very mysterious and slightly chilling. A golden aura seemed to surround her tall body.
Legolas shook his head and began to run.
The woman stood on the edge of her cave and called out.
"When I next see you, Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil!"
Legolas stopped very suddenly. He never told the woman his name, did he?
When he turned around to see if he could spot the elf, she was gone. And so was the cave.
"So he has run away has he?"
"Oh no, no! Of course not, my lady! Far from it!"
Lady Forfiwen sat gracefully on Legolas' bed and gazed at the intricate golden stitching on the covers. She ran her finger slowly over the swift lines and spirals, and sighed.
"Do you like the blanket, my lady? I'm sure Master Legolas wouldn't mind if you took them. They are quite beautiful and surely-"
"Belegmenel, I don't need petty things such as a golden blanket. Honestly, I thought you knew me better than that!" Forfiwen raised her already high-arched eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, Lady Forfiwen."
"Oh what does it matter. When Legolas and I are married, these will be mine anyway."
Belegmenel just frowned.
Just as he was about to comment, a messenger's voice from outside could be heard.
"He is back! He is back! Everyone quick! Master Legolas is back!"
At that, both Forfiwen and Belegmenel jumped. As Forfiwen hurried out the bedroom doors, Belegmenel just jumped off the balcony.
The messenger and Belegmenel were the first to see Legolas. He was tired-looking, slow and very unstable. Belegmenel ran and just caught Legolas before he collapsed. At that moment, Forfiwen ran out desperately, grasping Belegmenel's shoulder.
"Is he alright? What's wrong with him? Does he need anything?"
Belegmenel just shook her off and answered, "Please excuse me, my lady."
Forfiwen frowned and watched silently as Belegmenel dragged Legolas away.
It was blurry. Golden and brilliant, but blurry.
Legolas strained to get his vision straight. He groaned.
'I have to stop waking up like this...'
When his sight finally returned, he was greeted by a very anxious-looking Forfiwen.
He was in his room, in his bed. It was still day and Forfiwen was sitting beside him, holding his hand.
"Are you alright? Can you see alright?" She squeezed his hand and stroked it.
"Yes, yes..." he gently shook her hand off and placed his hand over his eyes.
Forfiwen suddenly frowned.
"When do we get married?"
To be continued.
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WOW. No elvish today! Quite boring but yes, it IS going somewhere. I just had to fill the gap kinda. But at least I FINALLY got to it.
And I'd appreciate it if you reviewed cos it was for you guys after all.
Thanks and hugs,
R.L
P.S I want to thank the reviewers. So I will. Tomorrow. On my bio. Cheers~
P.S.S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEW ZEALAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well.
Here's chapter 3. It's so lame it doesn't deserve a capital 'C' or it's own separate chapter 3 line.
Oh yeah, I don't own anything apart from a few bushes, lakes, twigs, clothes, rocks, rivers whatever. ^_ Enjoy.
-------
RECAP!! ^0^ I LOVE RECAPS!!!!!!
But I can't be stuffed doing one so just go read the last chapter again.
-------
He swallowed and very slowly looked under the lifted ash brown blanket.
"Alright," Legolas spoke gently, slightly calmed, "where are the rest of my garments?"
The elven woman slowly pointed to the cave wall behind her. It was quite dark there, but Legolas could easily make out his cloak, tunic and bow and arrow hanging from a large wooden rack. He also noticed one other cloak (probably the woman's spare) and two fist sized black sacks, but he didn't give them a second thought.
"What is your name?" he spoke firmly to the silent elf.
She looked up at him cautiously.
Legolas stared straight back, unmoved.
"You... do have a name-"
"-and I request you do not ask me it."
"What is your reason? It is only a name."
"I cannot tell you because it is not the time."
"And you know that for sure?"
"Yes."
Legolas paused and contemplated her quick answer for a second. They spoke without hesitation and kept their strong eye contact. The woman seemed dead serious while Legolas just toyed with her.
"When will it be the time?" he questioned.
"When I next see you."
"... How do you know all of this will happen, or when? Are you a-"
"-please, you are still injured. You should lie down until you are fully healed." The woman looked away for a moment, obviously trying to change the subject.
Legolas sensed this and just shrugged it off, but he remained sitting up.
"Who was my rescuer?" he suddenly asked.
"It was I."
She answered evenly, not a flinch of pride or doubt.
"... Thank you." Legolas half smiled. "But could you please hand me my clothes?"
"You are not healed completely though-"
"-I should leave, I am sorry if I have caused you any trouble."
And Legolas bolted up and grabbed his clothes lightning fast. His rescuer rose and sighed. It seemed she knew she couldn't stop him. Legolas pulled his shirt and tunic on quickly and began to put on his cloak.
As he reached for his bow and arrow, he paused and faced the watching elf woman.
"When I next see you, do you promise to tell me your name?"
She paused but eventually gave a small nod.
Legolas noticed as he was walking out of the small cave, a wooden staff leaned up against the farthest cave wall. Its bulb on the end glowed.
'The light...' he thought, '...that's where it was coming from...'
He stared in amazement and quickly turned to the elf lady. She suddenly looked very mysterious and slightly chilling. A golden aura seemed to surround her tall body.
Legolas shook his head and began to run.
The woman stood on the edge of her cave and called out.
"When I next see you, Legolas Greenleaf, son of King Thranduil!"
Legolas stopped very suddenly. He never told the woman his name, did he?
When he turned around to see if he could spot the elf, she was gone. And so was the cave.
"So he has run away has he?"
"Oh no, no! Of course not, my lady! Far from it!"
Lady Forfiwen sat gracefully on Legolas' bed and gazed at the intricate golden stitching on the covers. She ran her finger slowly over the swift lines and spirals, and sighed.
"Do you like the blanket, my lady? I'm sure Master Legolas wouldn't mind if you took them. They are quite beautiful and surely-"
"Belegmenel, I don't need petty things such as a golden blanket. Honestly, I thought you knew me better than that!" Forfiwen raised her already high-arched eyebrows.
"I'm sorry, Lady Forfiwen."
"Oh what does it matter. When Legolas and I are married, these will be mine anyway."
Belegmenel just frowned.
Just as he was about to comment, a messenger's voice from outside could be heard.
"He is back! He is back! Everyone quick! Master Legolas is back!"
At that, both Forfiwen and Belegmenel jumped. As Forfiwen hurried out the bedroom doors, Belegmenel just jumped off the balcony.
The messenger and Belegmenel were the first to see Legolas. He was tired-looking, slow and very unstable. Belegmenel ran and just caught Legolas before he collapsed. At that moment, Forfiwen ran out desperately, grasping Belegmenel's shoulder.
"Is he alright? What's wrong with him? Does he need anything?"
Belegmenel just shook her off and answered, "Please excuse me, my lady."
Forfiwen frowned and watched silently as Belegmenel dragged Legolas away.
It was blurry. Golden and brilliant, but blurry.
Legolas strained to get his vision straight. He groaned.
'I have to stop waking up like this...'
When his sight finally returned, he was greeted by a very anxious-looking Forfiwen.
He was in his room, in his bed. It was still day and Forfiwen was sitting beside him, holding his hand.
"Are you alright? Can you see alright?" She squeezed his hand and stroked it.
"Yes, yes..." he gently shook her hand off and placed his hand over his eyes.
Forfiwen suddenly frowned.
"When do we get married?"
To be continued.
======================
WOW. No elvish today! Quite boring but yes, it IS going somewhere. I just had to fill the gap kinda. But at least I FINALLY got to it.
And I'd appreciate it if you reviewed cos it was for you guys after all.
Thanks and hugs,
R.L
P.S I want to thank the reviewers. So I will. Tomorrow. On my bio. Cheers~
P.S.S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NEW ZEALAND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!