Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Twelve: Lessons
The truth is not always a thing that brings about nicety and such. Sometimes, the truth hurts. It hurts deeply, that some people shall ignore for most of their lives, immortal or not, and end up miserable for the remainder when they realize their entire world is based on lies. So is the truth better than the falsity? That is undecided…
Grian was faithfully curled up at the foot of the bridge waiting when Legolas returned, and she said, "You must be out of breath by now. You've run to meet me here, and you've run back and forth between the castle again. Are you always running Legolas?"
"For you."
She smiled, still blushing and stood dusting off her rear. This should be an interesting session, shouldn't it? Most races would have been deterred by the moonlight, but tonight it shone so brightly, elves saw just a well as they should in the daylight. "…turn your wrist out a bit more so you shan't shoot yourself, what would I be thought of then?"
"You should be thought of the same, I'm just a daft servant elf," she replied, trying to concentrate on the bow, so she wouldn't shoot herself, as he had warned. Yet, rather hard to concentrate on the present task it was, for she found herself thinking of the closeness of another body and quickly banished the thought. It was far more impure than she could have even imagined!
"I don't think so," he replied. "Draw it back, behind your ears, and… let loose."
Grian bit her lip as the arrow stuck into the ground, "Well, that didn't go very far."
"It takes practice," Legolas replied, leaning on the bow to look at her.
"Compared to 2,931 years, I should say that's a pretty good start," she gave him a playful push onto the ground, before giggling and dashing off. Legolas shook his head, and followed. "Oh, am I to find you in this vast forest of Mirkwood?" he joked.
"Yes!" she cried playfully. "After all, you should know it as well as the oldest eagle."
"I don't like birds much my lady," he replied, searching the trees up and down. Still when he slept at night he was tormented by the dreams and images of the many creatures he'd fought only twenty or so years ago, which by elf standards was but the blink of an eye. Every horrid face he could see, his targets sill in the back of his troubled mind.
He thought he heard a smile. "I don't suppose you would. It would be painful, isn't it?" she reveled and her voice's location changed. "But should you consider the subject further, Mr. Greenleaf, I should say to you that a bird is a magnificent work. She flaps her wings and flies away… if only elves could do such. We lightly may tread on some surfaces that others may not, but to fly… wouldn't that be grand? Just think of it!"
"I suppose so," he replied searching a large oak tree. "Where are you?"
"Right behind you," she replied coyly.
Damn women! So enticing…Legolas thought, swiveling around to find nothing.
Oh are you attached to this new love Mr. Greenleaf? Should I kill her for you? I'm sure I could! How should you like that? The evil voice returned to his mind once again and Legolas shut his eyes he should ignore her. Oh you think that will do it, do you? I think you're wrong, because I will defeat you and this weakling you call Grian, for she has a mission to destroy me…Take this Legolas Greenleaf! And remember, my fun is only but beginning…
A searing pain shot through-out his limbs, so fierce that he fell to his knees, gasping for air. Another hand touched his shoulder and he found Grian's eyes full of fright gazing into his, "Legolas, are you alright? What happened?"
"Nothing," he gritted through his teeth. "Nothing to be concerned about, I suppose."
Foolish lad, the Black Queen laughed. Trying to protect her, are you? It's a beautiful thing: love.
"Is it that awful queen again?" she inquired.
"Yes," he replied.
"Then I think I should be concerned about you," she replied, sitting cross-legged in front of him.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
A slight small came upon Legolas, as the pain receded. "That would be kind of you, my lady. Should I be in your favor then?"
She cocked an eyebrow, "Of course, Legolas. Should you have me cheer on your enemies? For I assure you I can do that, but I long to see the Black Queen dead just as much as you should."
Legolas reached forward and removed a leaf from her hair, as she opened her hands and he dropped it in her palms. With the slight whisper of her lips, it broke into a million golden specs of light. "I suppose you learned that from your father as well," he leapt to his feet and offered a hand.
Taking it cautiously, she was whipped to her feet in a short time even for a light-footed elf, "I did."
"Should you be able to show me?"
" 'Once you have tasted the secrets, you will have a strong desire to understand them'," was all she replied and he took it as a light 'no'. In truth, if she was emotionally attached her father as she seemed, he would not plead further. "You once asked if I should sing at the Beltane Festival. And you?"
"I'm but an amateur singer, my lady, I should not like to turn myself red in front of my sovereignty," he replied. "But I frequent the festival."
She smiled, and tried not to look at his hand. He hadn't let go yet, she longed to look upon it, but feared he should think of it as a doubtful action. "So you enjoy the listening? Perhaps dancing?"
"Listening yes, but dancing I've not tried in a thousand years," he replied with every bit of truth he had in him. "My lady, if you would allow me, in South Mirkwood they hold a festival in these fortnights—"
"The Festivities of Mirth!" a ray of light over came her face.
He looked at the fallen golden dust on the ground, "Yes, the Festivities of Mirth—I was thinking of traveling on the morrow's night about to the different celebrations… should you like to come?"
Her face dropped with surprise. Such a high offer that was! Accompanying the soon-to-be crowned king of Mirkwood inviting her on such a journey. "Yes."
"Meet me in the stables at dusk, and I promise I shall come," he told her. "And if you may, bring a sword. Evil lurks in my forests these days."
.-*-.
A.N. You like? Okay… I don't know who said that quote but its not mine. Leggie in love. *sigh* Oh well, on to complete the next chapter!
E-Mail Ya got a beef? E-mail me! messy@usa.com
By Nezumi
Chapter Twelve: Lessons
The truth is not always a thing that brings about nicety and such. Sometimes, the truth hurts. It hurts deeply, that some people shall ignore for most of their lives, immortal or not, and end up miserable for the remainder when they realize their entire world is based on lies. So is the truth better than the falsity? That is undecided…
Grian was faithfully curled up at the foot of the bridge waiting when Legolas returned, and she said, "You must be out of breath by now. You've run to meet me here, and you've run back and forth between the castle again. Are you always running Legolas?"
"For you."
She smiled, still blushing and stood dusting off her rear. This should be an interesting session, shouldn't it? Most races would have been deterred by the moonlight, but tonight it shone so brightly, elves saw just a well as they should in the daylight. "…turn your wrist out a bit more so you shan't shoot yourself, what would I be thought of then?"
"You should be thought of the same, I'm just a daft servant elf," she replied, trying to concentrate on the bow, so she wouldn't shoot herself, as he had warned. Yet, rather hard to concentrate on the present task it was, for she found herself thinking of the closeness of another body and quickly banished the thought. It was far more impure than she could have even imagined!
"I don't think so," he replied. "Draw it back, behind your ears, and… let loose."
Grian bit her lip as the arrow stuck into the ground, "Well, that didn't go very far."
"It takes practice," Legolas replied, leaning on the bow to look at her.
"Compared to 2,931 years, I should say that's a pretty good start," she gave him a playful push onto the ground, before giggling and dashing off. Legolas shook his head, and followed. "Oh, am I to find you in this vast forest of Mirkwood?" he joked.
"Yes!" she cried playfully. "After all, you should know it as well as the oldest eagle."
"I don't like birds much my lady," he replied, searching the trees up and down. Still when he slept at night he was tormented by the dreams and images of the many creatures he'd fought only twenty or so years ago, which by elf standards was but the blink of an eye. Every horrid face he could see, his targets sill in the back of his troubled mind.
He thought he heard a smile. "I don't suppose you would. It would be painful, isn't it?" she reveled and her voice's location changed. "But should you consider the subject further, Mr. Greenleaf, I should say to you that a bird is a magnificent work. She flaps her wings and flies away… if only elves could do such. We lightly may tread on some surfaces that others may not, but to fly… wouldn't that be grand? Just think of it!"
"I suppose so," he replied searching a large oak tree. "Where are you?"
"Right behind you," she replied coyly.
Damn women! So enticing…Legolas thought, swiveling around to find nothing.
Oh are you attached to this new love Mr. Greenleaf? Should I kill her for you? I'm sure I could! How should you like that? The evil voice returned to his mind once again and Legolas shut his eyes he should ignore her. Oh you think that will do it, do you? I think you're wrong, because I will defeat you and this weakling you call Grian, for she has a mission to destroy me…Take this Legolas Greenleaf! And remember, my fun is only but beginning…
A searing pain shot through-out his limbs, so fierce that he fell to his knees, gasping for air. Another hand touched his shoulder and he found Grian's eyes full of fright gazing into his, "Legolas, are you alright? What happened?"
"Nothing," he gritted through his teeth. "Nothing to be concerned about, I suppose."
Foolish lad, the Black Queen laughed. Trying to protect her, are you? It's a beautiful thing: love.
"Is it that awful queen again?" she inquired.
"Yes," he replied.
"Then I think I should be concerned about you," she replied, sitting cross-legged in front of him.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
A slight small came upon Legolas, as the pain receded. "That would be kind of you, my lady. Should I be in your favor then?"
She cocked an eyebrow, "Of course, Legolas. Should you have me cheer on your enemies? For I assure you I can do that, but I long to see the Black Queen dead just as much as you should."
Legolas reached forward and removed a leaf from her hair, as she opened her hands and he dropped it in her palms. With the slight whisper of her lips, it broke into a million golden specs of light. "I suppose you learned that from your father as well," he leapt to his feet and offered a hand.
Taking it cautiously, she was whipped to her feet in a short time even for a light-footed elf, "I did."
"Should you be able to show me?"
" 'Once you have tasted the secrets, you will have a strong desire to understand them'," was all she replied and he took it as a light 'no'. In truth, if she was emotionally attached her father as she seemed, he would not plead further. "You once asked if I should sing at the Beltane Festival. And you?"
"I'm but an amateur singer, my lady, I should not like to turn myself red in front of my sovereignty," he replied. "But I frequent the festival."
She smiled, and tried not to look at his hand. He hadn't let go yet, she longed to look upon it, but feared he should think of it as a doubtful action. "So you enjoy the listening? Perhaps dancing?"
"Listening yes, but dancing I've not tried in a thousand years," he replied with every bit of truth he had in him. "My lady, if you would allow me, in South Mirkwood they hold a festival in these fortnights—"
"The Festivities of Mirth!" a ray of light over came her face.
He looked at the fallen golden dust on the ground, "Yes, the Festivities of Mirth—I was thinking of traveling on the morrow's night about to the different celebrations… should you like to come?"
Her face dropped with surprise. Such a high offer that was! Accompanying the soon-to-be crowned king of Mirkwood inviting her on such a journey. "Yes."
"Meet me in the stables at dusk, and I promise I shall come," he told her. "And if you may, bring a sword. Evil lurks in my forests these days."
.-*-.
A.N. You like? Okay… I don't know who said that quote but its not mine. Leggie in love. *sigh* Oh well, on to complete the next chapter!
E-Mail Ya got a beef? E-mail me! messy@usa.com