Warning Um, implied… *clears throat* Well, ya know, but its not true!
Just accusations and some-what adult insults… And a tad of swearing or too.
Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Three: Unseen Elf
Is it more cowardly to flee from the powerful? Or is it even more cowardly to stay and battle against an enemy one is too weak to face? Truly, one could not decide. Because though the battle shines with valor and honor, he is tremendously foolish. The soul in flight exuded a fear of the creature, he is wise. But is it more cowardly…
"My master! Are you alright?" the elven-maiden with a light voice asked, and Legolas looked up, gazing. She was beautiful.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… thou."
"…I've not seen you before," he peered at her curiously. Such a skin he'd yet to see, she was shorter than many elves. Only 5 foot or so, yet her long black hair created an elegant look about her face, cascading down in a braid. Her eyes enchanting eyes tempted to draw him in, but he shook his head. Galadriel only bestowed such a shameful effect upon him, but they enticed him, and without even looking directly into their green frames, he found himself thinking thoughts of a certain sort. "What do you do about here?"
She blushed, her tawny skin was golden in the torch's light, but the pink to her cheeks did not go unnoticed. "I do whatever needs to be done. Sometimes I clean, sometimes I cook, and sometimes I tend your father, my Prince."
"I am simply Legolas to anyone who works here. You are a beautiful creature, it's a wonder I haven't noticed you before," Legolas wondered to himself, out-loud. He wasn't one to take advantage of his father's attendants, however, noticing a pretty one now and then wasn't a crime was it? But this one out-shined them all—she had a natural beauty, almost as if she were a goddess that shined reminding him of more pleasant times despite what had just befallen upon him. Responsibility and the possibility of an end to his rambling days.
She blushed even more so. "You shouldn't say such things, my P—Legolas."
"It is a true statement," he replied and dusted his hands off as he got up. Leaning over his father, he found the pale face still hardly breathing. "Witch, Bitch, Black Queen, whatever you may be, I will find you and I will kill you."
The timid attendant stepped forward, "How can you be sure that you can defeat her sir?"
The young elven-prince swung around, startled. Hadn't Elrond said they'd be alone? The room had been un-heard by anyone, least of all a servant? "How would you know?"
"Well, if you'll excuse my worry, sir," she nearly shriveled into a ball. "All elves can read minds it isn't just limited to you royals you know. And… I thought if I knew why the king was… well…"
"True," Legolas replied. "I suppose it did look queer, seeing as he has been unaware of his surroundings for some time now. Two full seasons." He turned again. "And yet your mind is barricaded. Why is that?"
She looked down at the floor, shuffling her feet. "My father was part wizard, taught me such things. Very good to have sometimes you know, because you don't want people intruding upon your thoughts whenever they bloody feel like it."
Legolas nodded. "I suppose my defenses were down, seeing as I was concentrated on other things…"
"Is this Black Queen, what else is know about her? Why hasn't Master Elrond defeated her?"
Legolas shrugged, and looked at his father again. "He told me he cannot… You seem like a sensible elf, I would ask of you: I have three choices. I can abandon this whole place because I don't want this responsibility. I could stay here, rule over Mirkwood and nearly escape my possessed father every 5 or so seconds. Or, I could kill my father, justifyingly because there is something that will never be cured in his head. What would you do?"
"I do not, my Lo-Legolas," she replied shrugging. "I haven't had such a choice, and never will. My father departed from this world long ago."
"I'm sorry. How?"
"He was destroyed by an evil wizard," she replied. "But I wouldn't suggest running away. I think you have much more potential at running Mirkwood and the elven-world than anyone should ever know. Maybe you could even bring back to life Lórien. That's what the entire kitchen in whispers of anyway, for many of them came from there and wish to see it in glory again."
He folded his arms, "Tell them not to get ahead of themselves."
"You are destined for great things, my lor-Legolas," she said smally.
You are destined for great things, the evil voice returned and immediately his walls went up. Funny… you should be weaker since my last attack. Perhaps you grow immunity to these or something of the sort. We shall see. But you ARE destined for great things, Legolas Greenleaf. Good or bad she did not say. But great things. Legolas was happy he had stumped her with his barricades of thought. It would simply not do if the enemy knew the strategy. You girl! He thought he heard her yelling in the servant's head. Keep your mouth shut.
"What is your name?" Legolas asked, ignoring the fact that the Black Queen was in his head. Most evil angered easily and in most cases he'd seen, the evil should come out into physical form when angered. He wanted to look upon this one's face.
"Grian," she replied softly. "Gree-un."
Legolas looked her up and down while the Queen in his mind snorted, mumbling to herself about insolent little brats… "I should like to call on you when Gandalf gets here. I think it would be beneficial to Middle Earth if the Black Queen was destroyed as soon as possible. And I truly believe you are the one to do it."
"Yes, my lor-Legolas," she replied, curtseying before saying. "I must get more damp cloth for the king's forehead."
Legolas waved his hand dismissively. His mind dallied other places in this time of trouble, yet knew he had to say it, "Don't bother, Grian. If he is to die it will end the great suffering he is enduring at the moment." The heart he possessed inside him felt squeezed dry of what any compassion may have still had in it from recent affairs. To top his fortnight off, they'd probably pronounce him King at the next council, to be held here, in Mirkwood.
"Yes, my lord. Oh dear! I mean Legolas…" she said, and gathered the spilled cloth from the floor mopping up the ice cold water. She wasn't quite sure if he had even heard her reply, and certainly she wouldn't doubt such a thing or hold it against the young Prince. His mind should rightly be other places.
All in a rush, as usual, George Gamgee hussled into the room, "Mr. Gandalf comes! He's still a few days off, and is acting fair queer… Said no one was to visit him any longer… He says it is urgent, but refuses to take another horse…"
Grain slipped away from the three unnoticed, and made her way to the dark chambers of the kitchen where she would be yelled at by the dreaded and cruel Amaryllis. The young elf that dallied in the once golden, now dark halls, only remained visible by her pale green eyes—still luminous as she started to descend upon the servant's staircase. George Gamgee could faintly be heard rambling to his Lord in bits and pieces. Grian had to wonder—why was she permitted to call the prince Legolas? Perhaps he had tried to cure George of the habit; all of such would be in vain she supposed. For he was a Gamgee after all, which said it all in one word…
"Grain!" a voice barked pinning her against the wall. 'Twas the elf, Amaryllis, a cruel elf who exuded only outer beauty, he inner beauty was not there to exist. "You did not prepare the feast as you were directed." Amaryllis smiled as the younger elf shivered and shook under her. She would tear this castle and kingdom apart one by one. Hated all of Mirkwood, she did! And her only purpose for working here for so long was only to have that goal in sight.
"I found a shorter way of doing things, so I could help the king…"
"You did not follow directions. And what is your business going about to the king's chambers at any time in which you please. Perhaps you're giving his more than the wet rags?" Amaryllis accused her. Grain wish to any gods she could shrink, but fifteen minutes later she sunk to the floor. It hurt so badly, to be so battered and torn. For no known reason, Amaryllis, her superior, hated her and every small space of air she breathed in. George Gamgee found her when the day was not quite night but rather close to it, and his grew wider than the ocean stretched. He bustled back to his master. Swiftly Legolas almost flew to the elven-maiden wounded body and wounded pride.
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A.N. Very long. Mmhmm. I know. I'm thinking about raising the rating to PG-13 because from here on out it gets darker and darker and darker… You get the idea. Anywhosers, I be having fun with this fic. ^.^ PLEASE review. *begs on hands and knees* Bitte??? Wellup, maybe I just should be patient, ne? Tschüs!
Disclaimer Oi, I told you before. I no own Lord of the Rings! ^.^ Loverly peeps in Britain do! Yet… I do own George Gamgee and Grain and Amaryllis so peaz no use them with out my permission. Ja? Danke.
E-Mail messy@usa.com I love getting e-mail! (Esp. how my writing sucked or was ok or whatever)
P.S. No saying in different languages? Oi… any sites? Me not know hardly any.
Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Three: Unseen Elf
Is it more cowardly to flee from the powerful? Or is it even more cowardly to stay and battle against an enemy one is too weak to face? Truly, one could not decide. Because though the battle shines with valor and honor, he is tremendously foolish. The soul in flight exuded a fear of the creature, he is wise. But is it more cowardly…
"My master! Are you alright?" the elven-maiden with a light voice asked, and Legolas looked up, gazing. She was beautiful.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… thou."
"…I've not seen you before," he peered at her curiously. Such a skin he'd yet to see, she was shorter than many elves. Only 5 foot or so, yet her long black hair created an elegant look about her face, cascading down in a braid. Her eyes enchanting eyes tempted to draw him in, but he shook his head. Galadriel only bestowed such a shameful effect upon him, but they enticed him, and without even looking directly into their green frames, he found himself thinking thoughts of a certain sort. "What do you do about here?"
She blushed, her tawny skin was golden in the torch's light, but the pink to her cheeks did not go unnoticed. "I do whatever needs to be done. Sometimes I clean, sometimes I cook, and sometimes I tend your father, my Prince."
"I am simply Legolas to anyone who works here. You are a beautiful creature, it's a wonder I haven't noticed you before," Legolas wondered to himself, out-loud. He wasn't one to take advantage of his father's attendants, however, noticing a pretty one now and then wasn't a crime was it? But this one out-shined them all—she had a natural beauty, almost as if she were a goddess that shined reminding him of more pleasant times despite what had just befallen upon him. Responsibility and the possibility of an end to his rambling days.
She blushed even more so. "You shouldn't say such things, my P—Legolas."
"It is a true statement," he replied and dusted his hands off as he got up. Leaning over his father, he found the pale face still hardly breathing. "Witch, Bitch, Black Queen, whatever you may be, I will find you and I will kill you."
The timid attendant stepped forward, "How can you be sure that you can defeat her sir?"
The young elven-prince swung around, startled. Hadn't Elrond said they'd be alone? The room had been un-heard by anyone, least of all a servant? "How would you know?"
"Well, if you'll excuse my worry, sir," she nearly shriveled into a ball. "All elves can read minds it isn't just limited to you royals you know. And… I thought if I knew why the king was… well…"
"True," Legolas replied. "I suppose it did look queer, seeing as he has been unaware of his surroundings for some time now. Two full seasons." He turned again. "And yet your mind is barricaded. Why is that?"
She looked down at the floor, shuffling her feet. "My father was part wizard, taught me such things. Very good to have sometimes you know, because you don't want people intruding upon your thoughts whenever they bloody feel like it."
Legolas nodded. "I suppose my defenses were down, seeing as I was concentrated on other things…"
"Is this Black Queen, what else is know about her? Why hasn't Master Elrond defeated her?"
Legolas shrugged, and looked at his father again. "He told me he cannot… You seem like a sensible elf, I would ask of you: I have three choices. I can abandon this whole place because I don't want this responsibility. I could stay here, rule over Mirkwood and nearly escape my possessed father every 5 or so seconds. Or, I could kill my father, justifyingly because there is something that will never be cured in his head. What would you do?"
"I do not, my Lo-Legolas," she replied shrugging. "I haven't had such a choice, and never will. My father departed from this world long ago."
"I'm sorry. How?"
"He was destroyed by an evil wizard," she replied. "But I wouldn't suggest running away. I think you have much more potential at running Mirkwood and the elven-world than anyone should ever know. Maybe you could even bring back to life Lórien. That's what the entire kitchen in whispers of anyway, for many of them came from there and wish to see it in glory again."
He folded his arms, "Tell them not to get ahead of themselves."
"You are destined for great things, my lor-Legolas," she said smally.
You are destined for great things, the evil voice returned and immediately his walls went up. Funny… you should be weaker since my last attack. Perhaps you grow immunity to these or something of the sort. We shall see. But you ARE destined for great things, Legolas Greenleaf. Good or bad she did not say. But great things. Legolas was happy he had stumped her with his barricades of thought. It would simply not do if the enemy knew the strategy. You girl! He thought he heard her yelling in the servant's head. Keep your mouth shut.
"What is your name?" Legolas asked, ignoring the fact that the Black Queen was in his head. Most evil angered easily and in most cases he'd seen, the evil should come out into physical form when angered. He wanted to look upon this one's face.
"Grian," she replied softly. "Gree-un."
Legolas looked her up and down while the Queen in his mind snorted, mumbling to herself about insolent little brats… "I should like to call on you when Gandalf gets here. I think it would be beneficial to Middle Earth if the Black Queen was destroyed as soon as possible. And I truly believe you are the one to do it."
"Yes, my lor-Legolas," she replied, curtseying before saying. "I must get more damp cloth for the king's forehead."
Legolas waved his hand dismissively. His mind dallied other places in this time of trouble, yet knew he had to say it, "Don't bother, Grian. If he is to die it will end the great suffering he is enduring at the moment." The heart he possessed inside him felt squeezed dry of what any compassion may have still had in it from recent affairs. To top his fortnight off, they'd probably pronounce him King at the next council, to be held here, in Mirkwood.
"Yes, my lord. Oh dear! I mean Legolas…" she said, and gathered the spilled cloth from the floor mopping up the ice cold water. She wasn't quite sure if he had even heard her reply, and certainly she wouldn't doubt such a thing or hold it against the young Prince. His mind should rightly be other places.
All in a rush, as usual, George Gamgee hussled into the room, "Mr. Gandalf comes! He's still a few days off, and is acting fair queer… Said no one was to visit him any longer… He says it is urgent, but refuses to take another horse…"
Grain slipped away from the three unnoticed, and made her way to the dark chambers of the kitchen where she would be yelled at by the dreaded and cruel Amaryllis. The young elf that dallied in the once golden, now dark halls, only remained visible by her pale green eyes—still luminous as she started to descend upon the servant's staircase. George Gamgee could faintly be heard rambling to his Lord in bits and pieces. Grian had to wonder—why was she permitted to call the prince Legolas? Perhaps he had tried to cure George of the habit; all of such would be in vain she supposed. For he was a Gamgee after all, which said it all in one word…
"Grain!" a voice barked pinning her against the wall. 'Twas the elf, Amaryllis, a cruel elf who exuded only outer beauty, he inner beauty was not there to exist. "You did not prepare the feast as you were directed." Amaryllis smiled as the younger elf shivered and shook under her. She would tear this castle and kingdom apart one by one. Hated all of Mirkwood, she did! And her only purpose for working here for so long was only to have that goal in sight.
"I found a shorter way of doing things, so I could help the king…"
"You did not follow directions. And what is your business going about to the king's chambers at any time in which you please. Perhaps you're giving his more than the wet rags?" Amaryllis accused her. Grain wish to any gods she could shrink, but fifteen minutes later she sunk to the floor. It hurt so badly, to be so battered and torn. For no known reason, Amaryllis, her superior, hated her and every small space of air she breathed in. George Gamgee found her when the day was not quite night but rather close to it, and his grew wider than the ocean stretched. He bustled back to his master. Swiftly Legolas almost flew to the elven-maiden wounded body and wounded pride.
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A.N. Very long. Mmhmm. I know. I'm thinking about raising the rating to PG-13 because from here on out it gets darker and darker and darker… You get the idea. Anywhosers, I be having fun with this fic. ^.^ PLEASE review. *begs on hands and knees* Bitte??? Wellup, maybe I just should be patient, ne? Tschüs!
Disclaimer Oi, I told you before. I no own Lord of the Rings! ^.^ Loverly peeps in Britain do! Yet… I do own George Gamgee and Grain and Amaryllis so peaz no use them with out my permission. Ja? Danke.
E-Mail messy@usa.com I love getting e-mail! (Esp. how my writing sucked or was ok or whatever)
P.S. No saying in different languages? Oi… any sites? Me not know hardly any.