Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Ten: Babbling Brook
Should one wish to be immortal? What if such a person was without love, immortality should have been in vain. If such an immortal was unhappy they should turn to crueler methods, and thus inflict pain upon those whom do love. So does a being's world revolve around love? Though many question such, the answer, should be, yes. It does. For if the immortal finds his love, then he is content to live out eternity with the kindred soul…
Moonlight streamed through the trees, and she could nearly see his hair reflecting the light back at the round thing in the sky. Too majestic, even for an elf, it seemed to them both. Am I awake or am I dreaming? They both wondered at the same time. "Not very long is it?" he joked, leaning upon an elbow on the rail. "I suppose you should know, an elf gets more beautiful with age."
"You should heed yourself from flattering me with comments," she replied, with her eyebrows inclined. In her own quick mind, she could not think of anything to reply to such a thing, though dashingly handsome he was. In fact, recently, in all about her duties occasionally she would run into something because her thoughts tarried in places they shouldn't, some visuals a pure elf would not have. Running into things was a health hazard and very un-elf-like. Though she had already been a princess herself, when she was young she dreamed of marrying a dashing young handsome prince—finding such laid for her at the moment, she knew not what to make of it.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Once again, Legolas grinned sideways, "I should refrain from such you mean? But there would be no fun in that." She smiled and looked down at her hands, thinking to herself how rough they should feel in another's, worn by labor, quite unladylike. "That's first time I have seen smile, Lady Grian. Quite beautiful it is."
"Thank you, you've seemed so very solemn yourself," she replied.
"Only in the time that my father has fallen ill," he informed her, looking out to the brook that babbled along. "He left his estate to me, and before such he would have lived immortally…"
"NO! YOU BASTARD!" she yelled at Thranduil. "I do not care about your wife. You cannot give up the will to live Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Nooo…"
Suddenly Grian jumped to her feet, "Your father…"
Legolas sighed, as he tried to connect to his father's tainted mind, "Has lost his will to live. It doesn't surprise me." She looked at him like he was insane. "I was fully expecting him to go to the halls in such a way. He always loved to show his defiance, whether it was jumping through fire or locking up dwarves, he loved it. Dying on his own accord would not surprise me."
"Oh," she twiddled her thumbs. "Not sad."
"I am sad that we've lost him. And even more sad they will be plagued with me as their ruler. I didn't wish this position, and I shall be a horrid king."
"But… it… you… you have been ruling this kingdom in the last few months have you not? Not many kings, but a few have slept in trees Legolas Greenleaf."
His head snapped around, "I like travel."
Then she snorted, "As if Aragorn, King of Gondor, does not still travel. They don't even worry about his safety! He is an escort. And surely you've made a careful selection in your companionships, though I suppose that one was forced upon you."
"You know of the Fellowship?"
"Yes, everybody does," she replied, it never occurred the more comfortable she became the more blunt she also became. "And of Sauron and Saruman."
"Not many know of Saruman," Legolas inclined his eyebrows and she shrugged.
"Amaryllis told me all I know about Western Middle Earth and all I knew of you, until you spoke to me, Legolas. Recently, she doesn't speak to me at all anymore, unless its in a harsh tone," she hit her head, suddenly. He liked, possibly loved Amaryllis, the woman had raised him. "Forgive me, for—"
He raised an eyebrow, "For what? Speaking your mind? That doesn't bother me in the least bit. In fact, since you have been so quiet thus far it's a relief to know you have opinions…"
"I've plenty of opinions, but learned to keep them to myself long ago."
He grinned, sitting beside her, "Enlighten me."
"About what?" she teased. "There's many subjects in this wide realm, and I surely cannot simply pluck one from the tree."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Sizing her up, once again, he stated simply, "Weapons of preference."
"I rather like archery, but nothing can compare to wielding a sword," she told him. "Because even you, the master archer of elves, has to admit that certain objectives cannot be achieved by an archer. Close range, for instance, you have to have a sword."
"Are you swordswoman? Or an archer?"
She looked at him, in mockery, "Swordswoman, as you put it, Legolas, but not an archer. I've never been able to aim at a goal in the distance. I've a compulsive nature. Though longed to learn I have over the course of many years, but the people in the east, we prefer swords."
"I've never longed to learn swordsmanship," he told her honestly. "It always seemed to me that a hero would wield a sword and never an arrow. Which can be quite the opposite, for what is any given army without archers? Nothing."
"True," she replied. "It's a great skill to learn, I just never had anyone to teach me."
Thoughts formed in his mind, and he knew exactly what he was going to do to the precise moment she uttered she'd not a soul to teach her. It was his duty, wasn't it? "Isn't that an inviting statement?"
.-*-.
A.N. I liked how Leggie handled that with his old man. ^.^ I really am managing to drag this out, aren't I? *applauds self* I have way too much self confidence. Grian getting to be like me, well, at school. Me be very shy until you get me to open up. Well, I be going! Nothing else to note! Danke!
Disclaimer I own nothing except the following: The Black Queen, her master (yet to be named), Grian (I've got a trick up my sleeve), Amaryllis, George Gamgee, and the plot. I think that's the only OCs…
E-Mail messy@usa.com
By Nezumi
Chapter Ten: Babbling Brook
Should one wish to be immortal? What if such a person was without love, immortality should have been in vain. If such an immortal was unhappy they should turn to crueler methods, and thus inflict pain upon those whom do love. So does a being's world revolve around love? Though many question such, the answer, should be, yes. It does. For if the immortal finds his love, then he is content to live out eternity with the kindred soul…
Moonlight streamed through the trees, and she could nearly see his hair reflecting the light back at the round thing in the sky. Too majestic, even for an elf, it seemed to them both. Am I awake or am I dreaming? They both wondered at the same time. "Not very long is it?" he joked, leaning upon an elbow on the rail. "I suppose you should know, an elf gets more beautiful with age."
"You should heed yourself from flattering me with comments," she replied, with her eyebrows inclined. In her own quick mind, she could not think of anything to reply to such a thing, though dashingly handsome he was. In fact, recently, in all about her duties occasionally she would run into something because her thoughts tarried in places they shouldn't, some visuals a pure elf would not have. Running into things was a health hazard and very un-elf-like. Though she had already been a princess herself, when she was young she dreamed of marrying a dashing young handsome prince—finding such laid for her at the moment, she knew not what to make of it.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Once again, Legolas grinned sideways, "I should refrain from such you mean? But there would be no fun in that." She smiled and looked down at her hands, thinking to herself how rough they should feel in another's, worn by labor, quite unladylike. "That's first time I have seen smile, Lady Grian. Quite beautiful it is."
"Thank you, you've seemed so very solemn yourself," she replied.
"Only in the time that my father has fallen ill," he informed her, looking out to the brook that babbled along. "He left his estate to me, and before such he would have lived immortally…"
"NO! YOU BASTARD!" she yelled at Thranduil. "I do not care about your wife. You cannot give up the will to live Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Nooo…"
Suddenly Grian jumped to her feet, "Your father…"
Legolas sighed, as he tried to connect to his father's tainted mind, "Has lost his will to live. It doesn't surprise me." She looked at him like he was insane. "I was fully expecting him to go to the halls in such a way. He always loved to show his defiance, whether it was jumping through fire or locking up dwarves, he loved it. Dying on his own accord would not surprise me."
"Oh," she twiddled her thumbs. "Not sad."
"I am sad that we've lost him. And even more sad they will be plagued with me as their ruler. I didn't wish this position, and I shall be a horrid king."
"But… it… you… you have been ruling this kingdom in the last few months have you not? Not many kings, but a few have slept in trees Legolas Greenleaf."
His head snapped around, "I like travel."
Then she snorted, "As if Aragorn, King of Gondor, does not still travel. They don't even worry about his safety! He is an escort. And surely you've made a careful selection in your companionships, though I suppose that one was forced upon you."
"You know of the Fellowship?"
"Yes, everybody does," she replied, it never occurred the more comfortable she became the more blunt she also became. "And of Sauron and Saruman."
"Not many know of Saruman," Legolas inclined his eyebrows and she shrugged.
"Amaryllis told me all I know about Western Middle Earth and all I knew of you, until you spoke to me, Legolas. Recently, she doesn't speak to me at all anymore, unless its in a harsh tone," she hit her head, suddenly. He liked, possibly loved Amaryllis, the woman had raised him. "Forgive me, for—"
He raised an eyebrow, "For what? Speaking your mind? That doesn't bother me in the least bit. In fact, since you have been so quiet thus far it's a relief to know you have opinions…"
"I've plenty of opinions, but learned to keep them to myself long ago."
He grinned, sitting beside her, "Enlighten me."
"About what?" she teased. "There's many subjects in this wide realm, and I surely cannot simply pluck one from the tree."
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
Sizing her up, once again, he stated simply, "Weapons of preference."
"I rather like archery, but nothing can compare to wielding a sword," she told him. "Because even you, the master archer of elves, has to admit that certain objectives cannot be achieved by an archer. Close range, for instance, you have to have a sword."
"Are you swordswoman? Or an archer?"
She looked at him, in mockery, "Swordswoman, as you put it, Legolas, but not an archer. I've never been able to aim at a goal in the distance. I've a compulsive nature. Though longed to learn I have over the course of many years, but the people in the east, we prefer swords."
"I've never longed to learn swordsmanship," he told her honestly. "It always seemed to me that a hero would wield a sword and never an arrow. Which can be quite the opposite, for what is any given army without archers? Nothing."
"True," she replied. "It's a great skill to learn, I just never had anyone to teach me."
Thoughts formed in his mind, and he knew exactly what he was going to do to the precise moment she uttered she'd not a soul to teach her. It was his duty, wasn't it? "Isn't that an inviting statement?"
.-*-.
A.N. I liked how Leggie handled that with his old man. ^.^ I really am managing to drag this out, aren't I? *applauds self* I have way too much self confidence. Grian getting to be like me, well, at school. Me be very shy until you get me to open up. Well, I be going! Nothing else to note! Danke!
Disclaimer I own nothing except the following: The Black Queen, her master (yet to be named), Grian (I've got a trick up my sleeve), Amaryllis, George Gamgee, and the plot. I think that's the only OCs…
E-Mail messy@usa.com