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simple as that. I'm getting lazy and tired of writing out disclaimers all
the time :) haha, you all know who I own and who I don't own, right???
Author's Notes: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! To comment on Trancos, I just wanted to make a 'different' Thranduil because he's has this sort of tendency to get really, really evil in a lot of fics (even in one of mine!) so I decided to make him a jolly Santa clone :) Oh, and to answer Rebekka, I'm not sure if Igraine is a girl's name or a boy's name *blushes* I guess I forgot to do my homework *grin* I just thought it was a nice name. Oh, and I don't know that much about archery, I went a couple of times but that's about it. So if any of my archery thingymajigs that I say are wrong, just tell me. Once again, thanks for the reviews, I'm glad you guys are liking this!
Morguase hadn't slept and instead watched the glorious sun lazily rise, comtemplating her plan. It was rough and fuzzy around the edges but if anyone could pull it off, it would be her.
Someone knocked on her door, bringing her back to the present. The knocks were soft, unlike the ones at home. At the palace, there were specifically two kinds of knocks. The first was two solid thuds as if someone was demanding to be noticed but well behaved, or out of touch with their emotions, to show it. The second was sharp raps usually from Igraine's hand, ringing with importance.
Morgause frowned, she had remembered to lock it so that wouldn't bring any suspicion.
"It's locked," she finally said.
"Someone locked you in?" It was Legolas and he was clearly surprised.
"Did you lock yourself in? No, that's stupid. Hold on, I'll get the key." That irked her, the way he hadn't even asked if she had wanted to be let out. If she had not been raised to have no feelings, she would have realized that she was merely picking Legolas apart, trying to find bad things about him. But Morgause had been raised to feel nothing but anger and determination and she believed what she thought.
Slowly, she lowered herself out of bed and pulled on some random clothes from the trunk. Suddenly, Morgause heard her doorknob turning. Instinct ran over her recent memory and she carefully stepped out the window and waited. The door was slowly opened and the minute the intruder was in range, Morgause leaped back into the room and knocked him down.
It was Legolas and suddenly she remembered that it wasn't a killer. Cursing at how stupid she was being, Morgause jumped to her feet. Legolas looked perplexed. He was still on his side on the ground. Propping himself up on an elbow, he studied her, eyebrows knitted together in thought.
"Are you always this jumpy? I said that I was getting the key, did you not hear me?" Legolas frowned slightly, deep in thought. Morgause tried her best to look sheepish.
"I.....forgot." Legolas shook his head and looked at the window. He whistled softly.
"That's a good seven and a half feet you cleared in one leap," he said, shaking his hair out of his face. He grinned. "I'm glad I don't live where you do or else I'd need a decoy to enter a room." Morgause ordered her face to smile. It ended up being very tight and puckered but it would have to do. She hated going against all she had been taught. Dragons don't show their emotions. Dragons are unpredictable. Only fools show how their feeling on their sleeve.
"Ready to eat?" asked Legolas, interrupting her thoughts. Eat? Morgause thought. Is that all they do around here? Misinterpreting her slight scowl, he added, softly, "It's okay. Father's out, hunting party of some sort. He won't be back for at least a couple of days. You can eat whatever you'd like."
Morgause blanched. Hunting? If the first rule in being an assasin wasn't to always stay on track, she would have hopped on Angulet and galloped to find Thranduil. She would have his head in an instant for being so barbaric. That reminded her.
"Before we eat," she said. "Can I fetch my horse? I'm afraid it still maybe outside." Thankfully, Legolas didn't ask questions although they were in his eyes.
"Okay," he said, finally. "Will it take long?" Morgause shrugged.
"Depends on whether Angulet is in a good mood or not." Legolas laughed in surprise.
"Hurry," he said in innocent, eager impatience. "I don't want the food to get cold."
As Morgause stood outside, whistling once in a while, she wondered why Legolas was being so kind. Must be some sort of civil thing. The air was cooler in Mirkwood than it was back home and she found herself shivering and nearly wishing to go inside and have something warm to eat and drink.
No, she admonished herself silently. I will not take anything from hunters, from barbaric, meat thirsty hunters.....
"This is good," Morgause said, around a mouthful of food. "What is it?"
"Well, at least you're hungrier than you were yesterday," said Legolas, with another easy laugh. "It would have been uncomfortable to have you watch me eat." Morgause dropped her fork and stared with wide eyes at Legolas. He laughed again and Morgause felt something warm inside herself and it wasn't bloodwrath.
It's because my plan is going to well, thought Morgause. I just can't wait to get this over with. I hope it won't hurt him. Morgause jumped at the last thought. No, she thought firmly. A son of a hunter deserves pain. Dragons are merciless. But....
Morgause stared at her hand, white knuckled from holding her utensil so tightly. She gritted her teeth.
"I don't feel like eating anymore," she said. "Can I do something else?"
"Can you shoot? We could go to the target practice ranges," said Legolas. Morgause grinned, a genuine one this time. Of course she could.
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Morgause twanged her bowstring a couple of times to see if it was taut enough.
"You do this like you've done it before," said Legolas, grinning. "You're an excellent archer, aren't you?"
"How'd you know?" asked Morgause, curiously. The wind blew her hair off her neck, chilling the beads of sweat.
"I knew since the moment you picked up that bow," he answered. "But, there is a margin of error, let's see if I'm wrong."
He wasn't. Anything Legolas could shoot, Morgause could match him, maybe even beat him. But then, Legolas did something that even Morgause didn't think she could do.
She loosed her arrow and it was heading straight towards the center of the target when out of nowhere, Legolas' arrow headed towards her own, knocked it off course and buried itself into the heart of the target. Morgause stared, open mouthed.
"How did you do that?" she finally asked. She examined the arrows. Maybe half an inch to an inch thick, moving at roughly ninety miles an hour. And how did he make his arrow retain its speed and direction? She shook her head.
"I resign," she said, only half joking. Morgause threw her bow on the ground, still stunned.
"It's not that hard if you know the trick," he said, laughing. Morgause frowned, not believing him. "If you stay a little longer," said Legolas, suddenly quiet. "Then I could show you how." Morgause blinked up at him. She didn't know how long she was staying but to learn that trick, she would stay for seven years and counting.
*Okay guys, some of you might have catched that transulcent hints of romance starting to bud. Don't worry, there's too many complications to have them get together like right away (don't you just hate it when that happens? Like when Legolas meets a girl and the next day they're engaged???) But if you guys really want them to get together, I could work something out :) Tell me what you think! Bye for now!
Author's Notes: Hey guys, thanks for the reviews! To comment on Trancos, I just wanted to make a 'different' Thranduil because he's has this sort of tendency to get really, really evil in a lot of fics (even in one of mine!) so I decided to make him a jolly Santa clone :) Oh, and to answer Rebekka, I'm not sure if Igraine is a girl's name or a boy's name *blushes* I guess I forgot to do my homework *grin* I just thought it was a nice name. Oh, and I don't know that much about archery, I went a couple of times but that's about it. So if any of my archery thingymajigs that I say are wrong, just tell me. Once again, thanks for the reviews, I'm glad you guys are liking this!
Morguase hadn't slept and instead watched the glorious sun lazily rise, comtemplating her plan. It was rough and fuzzy around the edges but if anyone could pull it off, it would be her.
Someone knocked on her door, bringing her back to the present. The knocks were soft, unlike the ones at home. At the palace, there were specifically two kinds of knocks. The first was two solid thuds as if someone was demanding to be noticed but well behaved, or out of touch with their emotions, to show it. The second was sharp raps usually from Igraine's hand, ringing with importance.
Morgause frowned, she had remembered to lock it so that wouldn't bring any suspicion.
"It's locked," she finally said.
"Someone locked you in?" It was Legolas and he was clearly surprised.
"Did you lock yourself in? No, that's stupid. Hold on, I'll get the key." That irked her, the way he hadn't even asked if she had wanted to be let out. If she had not been raised to have no feelings, she would have realized that she was merely picking Legolas apart, trying to find bad things about him. But Morgause had been raised to feel nothing but anger and determination and she believed what she thought.
Slowly, she lowered herself out of bed and pulled on some random clothes from the trunk. Suddenly, Morgause heard her doorknob turning. Instinct ran over her recent memory and she carefully stepped out the window and waited. The door was slowly opened and the minute the intruder was in range, Morgause leaped back into the room and knocked him down.
It was Legolas and suddenly she remembered that it wasn't a killer. Cursing at how stupid she was being, Morgause jumped to her feet. Legolas looked perplexed. He was still on his side on the ground. Propping himself up on an elbow, he studied her, eyebrows knitted together in thought.
"Are you always this jumpy? I said that I was getting the key, did you not hear me?" Legolas frowned slightly, deep in thought. Morgause tried her best to look sheepish.
"I.....forgot." Legolas shook his head and looked at the window. He whistled softly.
"That's a good seven and a half feet you cleared in one leap," he said, shaking his hair out of his face. He grinned. "I'm glad I don't live where you do or else I'd need a decoy to enter a room." Morgause ordered her face to smile. It ended up being very tight and puckered but it would have to do. She hated going against all she had been taught. Dragons don't show their emotions. Dragons are unpredictable. Only fools show how their feeling on their sleeve.
"Ready to eat?" asked Legolas, interrupting her thoughts. Eat? Morgause thought. Is that all they do around here? Misinterpreting her slight scowl, he added, softly, "It's okay. Father's out, hunting party of some sort. He won't be back for at least a couple of days. You can eat whatever you'd like."
Morgause blanched. Hunting? If the first rule in being an assasin wasn't to always stay on track, she would have hopped on Angulet and galloped to find Thranduil. She would have his head in an instant for being so barbaric. That reminded her.
"Before we eat," she said. "Can I fetch my horse? I'm afraid it still maybe outside." Thankfully, Legolas didn't ask questions although they were in his eyes.
"Okay," he said, finally. "Will it take long?" Morgause shrugged.
"Depends on whether Angulet is in a good mood or not." Legolas laughed in surprise.
"Hurry," he said in innocent, eager impatience. "I don't want the food to get cold."
As Morgause stood outside, whistling once in a while, she wondered why Legolas was being so kind. Must be some sort of civil thing. The air was cooler in Mirkwood than it was back home and she found herself shivering and nearly wishing to go inside and have something warm to eat and drink.
No, she admonished herself silently. I will not take anything from hunters, from barbaric, meat thirsty hunters.....
"This is good," Morgause said, around a mouthful of food. "What is it?"
"Well, at least you're hungrier than you were yesterday," said Legolas, with another easy laugh. "It would have been uncomfortable to have you watch me eat." Morgause dropped her fork and stared with wide eyes at Legolas. He laughed again and Morgause felt something warm inside herself and it wasn't bloodwrath.
It's because my plan is going to well, thought Morgause. I just can't wait to get this over with. I hope it won't hurt him. Morgause jumped at the last thought. No, she thought firmly. A son of a hunter deserves pain. Dragons are merciless. But....
Morgause stared at her hand, white knuckled from holding her utensil so tightly. She gritted her teeth.
"I don't feel like eating anymore," she said. "Can I do something else?"
"Can you shoot? We could go to the target practice ranges," said Legolas. Morgause grinned, a genuine one this time. Of course she could.
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Morgause twanged her bowstring a couple of times to see if it was taut enough.
"You do this like you've done it before," said Legolas, grinning. "You're an excellent archer, aren't you?"
"How'd you know?" asked Morgause, curiously. The wind blew her hair off her neck, chilling the beads of sweat.
"I knew since the moment you picked up that bow," he answered. "But, there is a margin of error, let's see if I'm wrong."
He wasn't. Anything Legolas could shoot, Morgause could match him, maybe even beat him. But then, Legolas did something that even Morgause didn't think she could do.
She loosed her arrow and it was heading straight towards the center of the target when out of nowhere, Legolas' arrow headed towards her own, knocked it off course and buried itself into the heart of the target. Morgause stared, open mouthed.
"How did you do that?" she finally asked. She examined the arrows. Maybe half an inch to an inch thick, moving at roughly ninety miles an hour. And how did he make his arrow retain its speed and direction? She shook her head.
"I resign," she said, only half joking. Morgause threw her bow on the ground, still stunned.
"It's not that hard if you know the trick," he said, laughing. Morgause frowned, not believing him. "If you stay a little longer," said Legolas, suddenly quiet. "Then I could show you how." Morgause blinked up at him. She didn't know how long she was staying but to learn that trick, she would stay for seven years and counting.
*Okay guys, some of you might have catched that transulcent hints of romance starting to bud. Don't worry, there's too many complications to have them get together like right away (don't you just hate it when that happens? Like when Legolas meets a girl and the next day they're engaged???) But if you guys really want them to get together, I could work something out :) Tell me what you think! Bye for now!