Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Five: A chroí
Would one rather not see or not hear? It is a simple question, because either way one would be at a loss. The deaf can not hear the glorious notes of music and the blind cannot see the beauty of the land. Yet both have more insight than one may think, and therefore, perhaps we would see better into the intent of people's hearts if all were blind and deaf…
There was a groan in a chamber that seemed too grand for a servant. "She's waking up Mr. Greenleaf!" George ran into the king's rooms, then hurried back out again. Funny, he'd only spoke to the beautiful elven-maiden once or twice before such a wretched thing would fall upon her that she would be out of the greatest healer's care, for she was the Healer in the castle. "Mr. Greenleaf! Hurry! Quick!"
The foreign elf suddenly sat up, and scratched her nose, "Does Baduìn know I'm here?"
"Who?" an elf and a hobbit inquired.
"Hmm?" she asked, looking at them. "Why are you looking at me so oddly? And why am in the guest chambers and… oh my…"
A hobbit looked up from the floor, "Did I forget something?"
"No, I'm just quite… bare," she finished off as gracefully as she could. The two reddened and slunk out the door, not quite remembering such a fact either.
George Gamgee was the brighter than the brightest tomato, as he said to his employer, in a wee voice, barely audible, "I guess I did forget something."
There was a giggle from the doorway. Quite odd, Legolas remarked inside his head, with careful barriers up. It should have taken longer, I think it even takes longer for me to dress… let alone a woman. Oh, well, she was quite quick with her movements when she was in Father's chambers…
"Has that-that witch returned?" she asked quite softly.
"Only for small bits, I hear she enjoys torturing Gandalf. Let her guard down once and I latched onto her aura," Legolas replied. "I guess it should have more of my attention, well, now that we don't have any fear of you dying in your sleep. Who caused such a bloody mess at any rate?"
She gulped down the name. Oh, did she ever want to tell him. But she wasn't a coward she could withstand it, because she needed Amaryllis for something. Even if this was the only way she was going to get it. "Please don't read my mind my lo-Legolas," she said patiently. "It is rude to intrude on one's personal space."
"Won't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry, my… Legolas, but I can't," she replied. "And it isn't very clear anyway. I could be thinking it's the wrong person, I was in the dark after all, and… I shouldn't like to accuse anybody who does not deserve punishment."
Legolas though not pleased with this answer, only told her, "If you ever have a clearer image in your mind, mi lady, then come and find me. And see George!" The elf gave the hobbit, who was small even as hobbits go, a poke. "She can call me Legolas, so why can't you?"
"She's older than me, Mr. Legolas!" George cried. "I not be even out of me tweens yet!"
Legolas shook his head, "Do you want to join me for din…"
"I best be getting back to my duties, my… Legolas," she said and shuffled off like there was an army of Orcs at her heels. Looking down at the floor as she walked, Grian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Strange thoughts entered her mind whenever she even took but a slight glance at the Prince of Mirkwood, and certainly she didn't aspire to be an Amaryllis! Impure thoughts should not enter a mind such as her with those. Foreign thoughts, for she hadn't felt them or thought of it for so long. The prospect certainly frightened her and she wanted to be far away. She had to stay faraway.
The castle tossed itself into chaos as Gandalf the Grey. And Grian hoped to Brighid that the elven-prince would not call upon her to meet the wizard. For if he did, she could not refuse.
"Gandalf!" Legolas gave the man a good handshake however worn the poor wizard looked. "Troubled?"
"And puzzled. I spoke a bit of my mother's language and the Orcs chased me, but stopped and… bowed."
Gulping down his fear of Gandalf's bafflement, Legolas shrugged, "I don't know. What can you tell me about this Black Queen? Elrond came already…"
"He said you were quite unreceptive of these new facts," Gandalf inclined his fuzzy gray eyebrows. "That does not seem like you."
Ah… two idiots together… How quaint, the voice said in their minds. But you don't stand a chance. Oh come now Gandalf, I see what you're thinking, and would you surely like me to tell him what you are? An a-…
Shut it.
An elf, she finished shortly. What's more, he would not understand my language. The language of your mother. Damn Orcs, don't even know my voice. Or perhaps its because…Once again, the Black Queen laughed. I suppose I must only think the chant in Legolas' mind now, since its assured if you hear it you will tell him what it means. Not that it matters, its just something I like to do to keep you in check Gandalf. Oh come now? Don't you love me, a thaisce? "A chroí!" a voice echoed rancorously in all of Mirkwood. Everything and everybody heard it to every last little elf and every last tree. "And its personal!"
"Quite apparently," the two old friends muttered under their breaths before walking into the great hall where Amaryllis, whom Legolas had know since he was a child, graciously presented them with food. Smiling.
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A.N. Back to original chapter lengths. Well, some what. ^.^ Hopes you like. *is on a writing frenzy* Expect a chapter per day for awhile! O.o! I can't believe I'm making that promise. R & R! Go raimh maith agat! (Thank you)
E-Mail messy@usa.com
P.S. At the end EVERYTHING that's in a foreign language will get translated. And I still need more sayings… Norwegian, Gaelic, or Chinese. *kisses and hugs*
By Nezumi
Chapter Five: A chroí
Would one rather not see or not hear? It is a simple question, because either way one would be at a loss. The deaf can not hear the glorious notes of music and the blind cannot see the beauty of the land. Yet both have more insight than one may think, and therefore, perhaps we would see better into the intent of people's hearts if all were blind and deaf…
There was a groan in a chamber that seemed too grand for a servant. "She's waking up Mr. Greenleaf!" George ran into the king's rooms, then hurried back out again. Funny, he'd only spoke to the beautiful elven-maiden once or twice before such a wretched thing would fall upon her that she would be out of the greatest healer's care, for she was the Healer in the castle. "Mr. Greenleaf! Hurry! Quick!"
The foreign elf suddenly sat up, and scratched her nose, "Does Baduìn know I'm here?"
"Who?" an elf and a hobbit inquired.
"Hmm?" she asked, looking at them. "Why are you looking at me so oddly? And why am in the guest chambers and… oh my…"
A hobbit looked up from the floor, "Did I forget something?"
"No, I'm just quite… bare," she finished off as gracefully as she could. The two reddened and slunk out the door, not quite remembering such a fact either.
George Gamgee was the brighter than the brightest tomato, as he said to his employer, in a wee voice, barely audible, "I guess I did forget something."
There was a giggle from the doorway. Quite odd, Legolas remarked inside his head, with careful barriers up. It should have taken longer, I think it even takes longer for me to dress… let alone a woman. Oh, well, she was quite quick with her movements when she was in Father's chambers…
"Has that-that witch returned?" she asked quite softly.
"Only for small bits, I hear she enjoys torturing Gandalf. Let her guard down once and I latched onto her aura," Legolas replied. "I guess it should have more of my attention, well, now that we don't have any fear of you dying in your sleep. Who caused such a bloody mess at any rate?"
She gulped down the name. Oh, did she ever want to tell him. But she wasn't a coward she could withstand it, because she needed Amaryllis for something. Even if this was the only way she was going to get it. "Please don't read my mind my lo-Legolas," she said patiently. "It is rude to intrude on one's personal space."
"Won't you tell me?"
"I'm sorry, my… Legolas, but I can't," she replied. "And it isn't very clear anyway. I could be thinking it's the wrong person, I was in the dark after all, and… I shouldn't like to accuse anybody who does not deserve punishment."
Legolas though not pleased with this answer, only told her, "If you ever have a clearer image in your mind, mi lady, then come and find me. And see George!" The elf gave the hobbit, who was small even as hobbits go, a poke. "She can call me Legolas, so why can't you?"
"She's older than me, Mr. Legolas!" George cried. "I not be even out of me tweens yet!"
Legolas shook his head, "Do you want to join me for din…"
"I best be getting back to my duties, my… Legolas," she said and shuffled off like there was an army of Orcs at her heels. Looking down at the floor as she walked, Grian tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Strange thoughts entered her mind whenever she even took but a slight glance at the Prince of Mirkwood, and certainly she didn't aspire to be an Amaryllis! Impure thoughts should not enter a mind such as her with those. Foreign thoughts, for she hadn't felt them or thought of it for so long. The prospect certainly frightened her and she wanted to be far away. She had to stay faraway.
The castle tossed itself into chaos as Gandalf the Grey. And Grian hoped to Brighid that the elven-prince would not call upon her to meet the wizard. For if he did, she could not refuse.
"Gandalf!" Legolas gave the man a good handshake however worn the poor wizard looked. "Troubled?"
"And puzzled. I spoke a bit of my mother's language and the Orcs chased me, but stopped and… bowed."
Gulping down his fear of Gandalf's bafflement, Legolas shrugged, "I don't know. What can you tell me about this Black Queen? Elrond came already…"
"He said you were quite unreceptive of these new facts," Gandalf inclined his fuzzy gray eyebrows. "That does not seem like you."
Ah… two idiots together… How quaint, the voice said in their minds. But you don't stand a chance. Oh come now Gandalf, I see what you're thinking, and would you surely like me to tell him what you are? An a-…
Shut it.
An elf, she finished shortly. What's more, he would not understand my language. The language of your mother. Damn Orcs, don't even know my voice. Or perhaps its because…Once again, the Black Queen laughed. I suppose I must only think the chant in Legolas' mind now, since its assured if you hear it you will tell him what it means. Not that it matters, its just something I like to do to keep you in check Gandalf. Oh come now? Don't you love me, a thaisce? "A chroí!" a voice echoed rancorously in all of Mirkwood. Everything and everybody heard it to every last little elf and every last tree. "And its personal!"
"Quite apparently," the two old friends muttered under their breaths before walking into the great hall where Amaryllis, whom Legolas had know since he was a child, graciously presented them with food. Smiling.
.-*-.
A.N. Back to original chapter lengths. Well, some what. ^.^ Hopes you like. *is on a writing frenzy* Expect a chapter per day for awhile! O.o! I can't believe I'm making that promise. R & R! Go raimh maith agat! (Thank you)
E-Mail messy@usa.com
P.S. At the end EVERYTHING that's in a foreign language will get translated. And I still need more sayings… Norwegian, Gaelic, or Chinese. *kisses and hugs*