Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Eighteen: Preparing the Party
If someone should control all the world, would they not eventually become overcome with boredom? Such would strike as to set someone free perhaps? Or would it only be a cause for more death and destruction upon the ruler's part? Maybe, maybe not. No one is quite certain, only that too much power to one person would cause madness and the destruction of the earth.
"Grían?" Legolas asked, grabbing an elf breathing hard. "Is that you?"
"Yes," she replied, looking up at the green eyes she wished she did not know so well. "I should go clean…"
"Only yourself?" he asked hopefully. "I still should like to see you again tonight. Please?"
"Why?"
"Because I… don't know."
"Alright," she replied readily and he caught her hand and kissed her before she could escape again. She always did seem to be afraid of something he possessed, but neither could put their finger on it, especially as her hands pressed against his chest. Breathlessly she amended, "Perhaps I don't need to…"
"Just perhaps…?"
Beltane Festival honored a goddess too great for any of Mirkwood to imagine. Lovers frolicked in the Mother's womb while the birds chirped their song and the servants sang in synchronization. Grand preparation were made for the castle grounds, as it was the center of the hub. But this year, it would most certainly be different than y ears past.
In previous years, the mood had been light and carefree—however the children still had nightmares, their fathers sharpened their swords, and the elven women wept tears. The battle with the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain remained fresh in all immortal minds and fear prevailed. Beltane would be prepared as usual, everything would happen in the exact same fashion as before, with the exception of the dwarves.
Many Quendi had lost their dear ones in the battle—dwarf or elf one would not ask and one would not say. But muffle solemnity ran like rivers of tears the women cried through Mirkwood's twisted and tortured roads.
Tents, sparkling with elven tapestries were pulled to full height and garlands of flowers hung among the trees to welcome spring. Color dotted the woods and Legolas, the King of Mirkwood whom had previously enjoyed the festival in his near 3,000 years remained somber.
Amaryllis over watched the servants making certain nothing went amiss. She certainly did not want Lord Legolas to believe anything at all had spun out of control that no evil was about. But she wondered how long she could mask him from this and his fate. It pained her, she saw his face in her mind before she slept each night with tears of agony running down her face. She had raised him from his childhood, and refused to see his life fall to the first beautiful maiden to approach him. Outrageous, she said.
"No! Grian!" the elder elf hissed. "I know your little secret and you know you have to leave. You know you must break his heart like a twig. I know why you're here and you won't succeed—I'll see to that."
"You can't stop me and you cannot stop him. Love goes as it pleases."
"I thought you did not love Grian. What's more you'll soon be discovered. Our Lady Galadriel will put a stop to this nonsense. And Gandalf will put an end to you. He doesn't like the way Legolas acts of late," Amaryllis informed her. "You'd better not beat me in that dance competition. I have won for so many years now that if you were to beat me, I might have to punish in some way."
Grian gulped. Such a thing as this would not fare very well on her already suffering health. He should stop loving me, she thought running form the seemingly evil elf right into the elf whom who was being debated. Mr. Greenleaf's arms caught her voluntarily.
Torrents of wind swirled in the spring air, the tents flew up to kiss the sky, and the world upon her fall came to complete tranquility. Hell transformed into heaven in one mere second as Legolas Greenleaf out-stretched a hand to offer his assistance to the temptress who had captured his heart—if he could he would sell his soul to be with her for their eternities—of every hour, of every minute, of every second.
Shaking her head, Amaryllis walked away. This would be harder than she thought. She alone could bring about Grian's downfall, whether or not it broke Legolas should not be of her concern.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Thank you," Grian supplied as her love whooshed her off to the river.
Scowling she traveled to her rooms again—they were as grand as the king's himself. Legolas held her close to his heart surely, but he would never guess this new fact. She felt so horrible for hating Lothlórien, a place in which he loved, and she felt guilty for this plotting against people for her own needs, but soon she would forget it.
An attack would strike at Beltane, of this Amaryllis was quite sure, but knew not if the dwarves would attack. She thought they might—for elves held the joy of Beltane close to their hearts and war set itself upon the mission of misery. Dwarves danced in this as if it were a delight.
Rolling up her sleeve she traced the dragon and told it, "I will avenge you. Master Draekon." And she looked up—battle raging in her eyes.
.-*-.
A.N. We're very close to revealing the queen! Yay! R & R!
Disclaimer -.- We've gone over this. Don't sue me. Comprende?
E-Mail messy@usa.com
By Nezumi
Chapter Eighteen: Preparing the Party
If someone should control all the world, would they not eventually become overcome with boredom? Such would strike as to set someone free perhaps? Or would it only be a cause for more death and destruction upon the ruler's part? Maybe, maybe not. No one is quite certain, only that too much power to one person would cause madness and the destruction of the earth.
"Grían?" Legolas asked, grabbing an elf breathing hard. "Is that you?"
"Yes," she replied, looking up at the green eyes she wished she did not know so well. "I should go clean…"
"Only yourself?" he asked hopefully. "I still should like to see you again tonight. Please?"
"Why?"
"Because I… don't know."
"Alright," she replied readily and he caught her hand and kissed her before she could escape again. She always did seem to be afraid of something he possessed, but neither could put their finger on it, especially as her hands pressed against his chest. Breathlessly she amended, "Perhaps I don't need to…"
"Just perhaps…?"
Beltane Festival honored a goddess too great for any of Mirkwood to imagine. Lovers frolicked in the Mother's womb while the birds chirped their song and the servants sang in synchronization. Grand preparation were made for the castle grounds, as it was the center of the hub. But this year, it would most certainly be different than y ears past.
In previous years, the mood had been light and carefree—however the children still had nightmares, their fathers sharpened their swords, and the elven women wept tears. The battle with the dwarves of the Lonely Mountain remained fresh in all immortal minds and fear prevailed. Beltane would be prepared as usual, everything would happen in the exact same fashion as before, with the exception of the dwarves.
Many Quendi had lost their dear ones in the battle—dwarf or elf one would not ask and one would not say. But muffle solemnity ran like rivers of tears the women cried through Mirkwood's twisted and tortured roads.
Tents, sparkling with elven tapestries were pulled to full height and garlands of flowers hung among the trees to welcome spring. Color dotted the woods and Legolas, the King of Mirkwood whom had previously enjoyed the festival in his near 3,000 years remained somber.
Amaryllis over watched the servants making certain nothing went amiss. She certainly did not want Lord Legolas to believe anything at all had spun out of control that no evil was about. But she wondered how long she could mask him from this and his fate. It pained her, she saw his face in her mind before she slept each night with tears of agony running down her face. She had raised him from his childhood, and refused to see his life fall to the first beautiful maiden to approach him. Outrageous, she said.
"No! Grian!" the elder elf hissed. "I know your little secret and you know you have to leave. You know you must break his heart like a twig. I know why you're here and you won't succeed—I'll see to that."
"You can't stop me and you cannot stop him. Love goes as it pleases."
"I thought you did not love Grian. What's more you'll soon be discovered. Our Lady Galadriel will put a stop to this nonsense. And Gandalf will put an end to you. He doesn't like the way Legolas acts of late," Amaryllis informed her. "You'd better not beat me in that dance competition. I have won for so many years now that if you were to beat me, I might have to punish in some way."
Grian gulped. Such a thing as this would not fare very well on her already suffering health. He should stop loving me, she thought running form the seemingly evil elf right into the elf whom who was being debated. Mr. Greenleaf's arms caught her voluntarily.
Torrents of wind swirled in the spring air, the tents flew up to kiss the sky, and the world upon her fall came to complete tranquility. Hell transformed into heaven in one mere second as Legolas Greenleaf out-stretched a hand to offer his assistance to the temptress who had captured his heart—if he could he would sell his soul to be with her for their eternities—of every hour, of every minute, of every second.
Shaking her head, Amaryllis walked away. This would be harder than she thought. She alone could bring about Grian's downfall, whether or not it broke Legolas should not be of her concern.
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"Thank you," Grian supplied as her love whooshed her off to the river.
Scowling she traveled to her rooms again—they were as grand as the king's himself. Legolas held her close to his heart surely, but he would never guess this new fact. She felt so horrible for hating Lothlórien, a place in which he loved, and she felt guilty for this plotting against people for her own needs, but soon she would forget it.
An attack would strike at Beltane, of this Amaryllis was quite sure, but knew not if the dwarves would attack. She thought they might—for elves held the joy of Beltane close to their hearts and war set itself upon the mission of misery. Dwarves danced in this as if it were a delight.
Rolling up her sleeve she traced the dragon and told it, "I will avenge you. Master Draekon." And she looked up—battle raging in her eyes.
.-*-.
A.N. We're very close to revealing the queen! Yay! R & R!
Disclaimer -.- We've gone over this. Don't sue me. Comprende?
E-Mail messy@usa.com