Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR. J.R.R.Tolkien owns it.
I STAND ALONE
'This will not end well,' thought Legolas as he and Naurglahad began to dance among the others. It was an elegant little waltz-like composition, simply stepping delicately in coordination around in circles. Some people who were having conversations immediately switched the topic.
"Look at that!" one of them exclaimed among their group, "Prince Legolas is dancing with the Mortal that everyone claims to be his worst enemy!"
"I heard they were best friends," said another, "I think it's wonderful how Legolas has already made strong friendships with Dwarves, and Hobbits, and Mortals already!"
"Perhaps he'd be a friend of Lord Aragorn," said a third, "But I'm not sure about those two,"
"Who knows?"
"Naurglahad?" whispered Legolas, starting to get nervous, "People are starting to stare at us,"
"Are any of your fan girls staring?" said Naurglahad.
"They're glaring at us!"
"Are any of them coming this way?"
"No, but they are getting angrier at the minute!"
"Minutes are too slow! We need seconds!"
The song they were dancing to ended, fading into a new song, one with a deliberate pace. Some people in the crowd gasped silently, the fan girls became outraged, and Elenwe and Elrond were torn between astonishment and laughter as Naurglahad pulled Legolas closer to her and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" Legolas asked in panic, "Now everyone is staring!"
"Couldn't care less!" said Naurglahad, tossing his concern away, "The plan is working! Oh goody!" She spotted an Elf maiden with gold hair and green eyes from the fan girl pack making her way toward Legolas. Naurglahad let go of him right on cue and hurried off the dance floor, leaving Legolas with his new partner. She sat down next to Elenwe who just stared at her in amazement.
"Isn't that just beautiful?" inquired Naurglahad, opening her arms to Legolas and the Elf maiden dancing together. But then, the Elf maiden nearly tripped because she was too busy paying attention to his eyes. Legolas had to catch her from falling, causing the maiden to blush and giggle uncontrollably.
Elenwe and Naurglahad sat back together on the side, hoping that their journey through Cadradhas was worth the trouble. Eventually, watching each fan girl go hysterical as they danced with Legolas got boring, so they abandoned their seats and went out into the garden.
~*~
"She'll be this beautiful goddess whom everyone loves and knows and adores," predicted Naurglahad as she walked with Elenwe along the stone path.
"And Legolas will love her very much!" added Elenwe.
"And their kids will be heroes of Middle-earth, and they'll live in adoration too!"
"Not all heroes are adored," said Elenwe quietly, "A lot of heroes will live abusive lives before they are respected,"
"True," said Naurglahad, "Who do you think you'll end up getting married to?"
"Some wretched evil looking girl that my father will assign to me," he sighed and looked up into the twilight. Just then, Naurglahad noticed, he was an Elf. Not through love of nature, or ability to walk on snow, but through stars. They glimmered in his eyes, which were filled with a sorrowful future in romance. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"No," she said hopefully, "She'll be just as pretty as Legolas' wife, and a lot smarter at that!"
Elenwe smiled down at her. "Like you?"
Naurglahad blushed slightly and laughed, taking her hand from Elenwe's shoulder and putting it on her forehead. She faked a dramatic tone.
"Do not tamper with my emotions!" she cried.
They both laughed, eventually staggering in failure to stand still.
"What's so funny?" said a voice.
Naurglahad and Elenwe turned expectantly. Of course, Legolas was standing there, looking a bit worn out from dancing with all the Elf girls, whom he had danced with twice each.
"Nothing, nothing…" sighed Naurglahad, "So, how have you been getting along with your fan girls?"
"They all stumbled and tripped," sighed Legolas, "And I could only catch half of them,"
"That must have been," Elenwe pondered for the right word, "painfully embarrassing,"
"It was," Legolas, replied, "The first 'fan girl' I danced with was the best of them,"
"The one with blonde hair and green eyes?" asked Naurglahad.
"Yes. Her."
"The one that tripped because she was gaping into your 'gorgeous, deep, blue' eyes?" Legolas rolled his eyes as Naurglahad continued to imitate fan girl-ism. "And then that girl must have been thinking 'Oh! I hope he likes my eyes! I am so proud of my eyes, la la la la la!' And then she trips!" She fell backward into his arms and immediately got up.
"Then every single other girl you danced with tripped! Why? Because they were busy gawking at your face! Mwahahaha!"
She continued to laugh evilly for quite some time. Legolas leaned over to Elenwe and whispered: "How do you get her to be quiet?"
"Compliment her!" he whispered back.
Legolas groaned and shook his head. He put a friendly arm on Naurglahad's shoulder.
"Well none of their eyes were as nice as yours! And none of them could dance as well either!" Naurglahad's jaw hung in silence. Legolas, in satisfaction, put his arm down and waved a farewell.
"Good night!" he said cheerfully, and went down the path toward the dormitories, trying to act as happy as he could be. Naurglahad gaped after him, and Elenwe was having a difficult time trying to restrain a laugh. In realization, she quickly got a hold of Elenwe's collar and held him up in the air with one hand. Elenwe gulped nervously and almost started to perspire cold sweat. Seeing this, Naurglahad simply laughed in his face as she dropped him and ran after Legolas. She'd walk with him to the dorm entrances, and split at their separate corridors.
~*~
About half an hour later, Naurglahad had reached her dormitory. She changed out of her dress, hanging it in the elegantly decorated closet, and stepped into her nightclothes. It was very late at night, and she was just about to flop into bed when she remembered.
"Frickin' paper thing," she muttered, taking out a sheet of parchment from a cabinet and a pen. She remembered that Thranduil asked for a progress report when they reached cities and checkpoints. On her paper she wrote:
"Feeling fine. Cadradhas was…fun. Have to take the court next summer to see the…air!"
She grinned in reminisce of how high that jump was and how clear the air was, and how the sun was so pleasant, and how they had nearly landed on a pile of sharp rocks, and hit a mound of snow and were nearly buried alive under it.
"Legolas has become more…acquainted with the ladies. However, it did take a bit of 'force'. The team is getting along fine in cooperation; we are friendlier with each other. Mission success in sight."
Then, she went to the window and leaned out into a nearby tree. She caught a Tindormerel in one of the branches. Taking the bird inside, she set it on the table and pulled out one green sack and one yellow sack from the cabinet. Inside the green, there was a Tindomerel treat, which she rolled across the table to the bird. It began pecking at the treat immediately. With the yellow sack, she got out a needle and thread. She folded her letter, poked a hole through a corner with the needle, and looped a strand of thread through it. With the thread, she strapped it tightly, yet comfortably around the nightingale's neck.
"Alright," she yawned finally, picking the Tindormerel up and holding it out the window, "Take it to Mirkwood, King Thranduil's court. They'll be waiting for you." She raised her arm, and the Tindomerel flew away.
"Bed."
She dove under the covers and pulled them over her head. She was just about to shut her eyes and instantly fall into slumber when suddenly, she heard footsteps…inside the room. By the sound of the footsteps, she coordinated the position of the intruder in her mind, and snaked a hand under her pillow, where a gleaming silver knife lay. It was a fortunate thing that Naurglahad always kept a weapon nearby. She flung her covers off, ready to fling the knife at whatever was in the room.
A man with black shoulder length hair tied back stood there. He was wearing the black suit of a ninja, with Kunai, silver throwing knives, smaller than Naurglahad's, lining his waist. On his back, he wore not a sword, but a gun, a silent shot sniper gun as Naurglahad recognized it. She knew who he was, and she feared him. Not because he was armed, not because he had intruded in her private quarters. He was Onikunshu Ryunarasu, Lord of the Real World Bounty Hunters, and Naurglahad's father.
I STAND ALONE
'This will not end well,' thought Legolas as he and Naurglahad began to dance among the others. It was an elegant little waltz-like composition, simply stepping delicately in coordination around in circles. Some people who were having conversations immediately switched the topic.
"Look at that!" one of them exclaimed among their group, "Prince Legolas is dancing with the Mortal that everyone claims to be his worst enemy!"
"I heard they were best friends," said another, "I think it's wonderful how Legolas has already made strong friendships with Dwarves, and Hobbits, and Mortals already!"
"Perhaps he'd be a friend of Lord Aragorn," said a third, "But I'm not sure about those two,"
"Who knows?"
"Naurglahad?" whispered Legolas, starting to get nervous, "People are starting to stare at us,"
"Are any of your fan girls staring?" said Naurglahad.
"They're glaring at us!"
"Are any of them coming this way?"
"No, but they are getting angrier at the minute!"
"Minutes are too slow! We need seconds!"
The song they were dancing to ended, fading into a new song, one with a deliberate pace. Some people in the crowd gasped silently, the fan girls became outraged, and Elenwe and Elrond were torn between astonishment and laughter as Naurglahad pulled Legolas closer to her and leaned her head on his shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" Legolas asked in panic, "Now everyone is staring!"
"Couldn't care less!" said Naurglahad, tossing his concern away, "The plan is working! Oh goody!" She spotted an Elf maiden with gold hair and green eyes from the fan girl pack making her way toward Legolas. Naurglahad let go of him right on cue and hurried off the dance floor, leaving Legolas with his new partner. She sat down next to Elenwe who just stared at her in amazement.
"Isn't that just beautiful?" inquired Naurglahad, opening her arms to Legolas and the Elf maiden dancing together. But then, the Elf maiden nearly tripped because she was too busy paying attention to his eyes. Legolas had to catch her from falling, causing the maiden to blush and giggle uncontrollably.
Elenwe and Naurglahad sat back together on the side, hoping that their journey through Cadradhas was worth the trouble. Eventually, watching each fan girl go hysterical as they danced with Legolas got boring, so they abandoned their seats and went out into the garden.
~*~
"She'll be this beautiful goddess whom everyone loves and knows and adores," predicted Naurglahad as she walked with Elenwe along the stone path.
"And Legolas will love her very much!" added Elenwe.
"And their kids will be heroes of Middle-earth, and they'll live in adoration too!"
"Not all heroes are adored," said Elenwe quietly, "A lot of heroes will live abusive lives before they are respected,"
"True," said Naurglahad, "Who do you think you'll end up getting married to?"
"Some wretched evil looking girl that my father will assign to me," he sighed and looked up into the twilight. Just then, Naurglahad noticed, he was an Elf. Not through love of nature, or ability to walk on snow, but through stars. They glimmered in his eyes, which were filled with a sorrowful future in romance. She put a hand on his shoulder.
"No," she said hopefully, "She'll be just as pretty as Legolas' wife, and a lot smarter at that!"
Elenwe smiled down at her. "Like you?"
Naurglahad blushed slightly and laughed, taking her hand from Elenwe's shoulder and putting it on her forehead. She faked a dramatic tone.
"Do not tamper with my emotions!" she cried.
They both laughed, eventually staggering in failure to stand still.
"What's so funny?" said a voice.
Naurglahad and Elenwe turned expectantly. Of course, Legolas was standing there, looking a bit worn out from dancing with all the Elf girls, whom he had danced with twice each.
"Nothing, nothing…" sighed Naurglahad, "So, how have you been getting along with your fan girls?"
"They all stumbled and tripped," sighed Legolas, "And I could only catch half of them,"
"That must have been," Elenwe pondered for the right word, "painfully embarrassing,"
"It was," Legolas, replied, "The first 'fan girl' I danced with was the best of them,"
"The one with blonde hair and green eyes?" asked Naurglahad.
"Yes. Her."
"The one that tripped because she was gaping into your 'gorgeous, deep, blue' eyes?" Legolas rolled his eyes as Naurglahad continued to imitate fan girl-ism. "And then that girl must have been thinking 'Oh! I hope he likes my eyes! I am so proud of my eyes, la la la la la!' And then she trips!" She fell backward into his arms and immediately got up.
"Then every single other girl you danced with tripped! Why? Because they were busy gawking at your face! Mwahahaha!"
She continued to laugh evilly for quite some time. Legolas leaned over to Elenwe and whispered: "How do you get her to be quiet?"
"Compliment her!" he whispered back.
Legolas groaned and shook his head. He put a friendly arm on Naurglahad's shoulder.
"Well none of their eyes were as nice as yours! And none of them could dance as well either!" Naurglahad's jaw hung in silence. Legolas, in satisfaction, put his arm down and waved a farewell.
"Good night!" he said cheerfully, and went down the path toward the dormitories, trying to act as happy as he could be. Naurglahad gaped after him, and Elenwe was having a difficult time trying to restrain a laugh. In realization, she quickly got a hold of Elenwe's collar and held him up in the air with one hand. Elenwe gulped nervously and almost started to perspire cold sweat. Seeing this, Naurglahad simply laughed in his face as she dropped him and ran after Legolas. She'd walk with him to the dorm entrances, and split at their separate corridors.
~*~
About half an hour later, Naurglahad had reached her dormitory. She changed out of her dress, hanging it in the elegantly decorated closet, and stepped into her nightclothes. It was very late at night, and she was just about to flop into bed when she remembered.
"Frickin' paper thing," she muttered, taking out a sheet of parchment from a cabinet and a pen. She remembered that Thranduil asked for a progress report when they reached cities and checkpoints. On her paper she wrote:
"Feeling fine. Cadradhas was…fun. Have to take the court next summer to see the…air!"
She grinned in reminisce of how high that jump was and how clear the air was, and how the sun was so pleasant, and how they had nearly landed on a pile of sharp rocks, and hit a mound of snow and were nearly buried alive under it.
"Legolas has become more…acquainted with the ladies. However, it did take a bit of 'force'. The team is getting along fine in cooperation; we are friendlier with each other. Mission success in sight."
Then, she went to the window and leaned out into a nearby tree. She caught a Tindormerel in one of the branches. Taking the bird inside, she set it on the table and pulled out one green sack and one yellow sack from the cabinet. Inside the green, there was a Tindomerel treat, which she rolled across the table to the bird. It began pecking at the treat immediately. With the yellow sack, she got out a needle and thread. She folded her letter, poked a hole through a corner with the needle, and looped a strand of thread through it. With the thread, she strapped it tightly, yet comfortably around the nightingale's neck.
"Alright," she yawned finally, picking the Tindormerel up and holding it out the window, "Take it to Mirkwood, King Thranduil's court. They'll be waiting for you." She raised her arm, and the Tindomerel flew away.
"Bed."
She dove under the covers and pulled them over her head. She was just about to shut her eyes and instantly fall into slumber when suddenly, she heard footsteps…inside the room. By the sound of the footsteps, she coordinated the position of the intruder in her mind, and snaked a hand under her pillow, where a gleaming silver knife lay. It was a fortunate thing that Naurglahad always kept a weapon nearby. She flung her covers off, ready to fling the knife at whatever was in the room.
A man with black shoulder length hair tied back stood there. He was wearing the black suit of a ninja, with Kunai, silver throwing knives, smaller than Naurglahad's, lining his waist. On his back, he wore not a sword, but a gun, a silent shot sniper gun as Naurglahad recognized it. She knew who he was, and she feared him. Not because he was armed, not because he had intruded in her private quarters. He was Onikunshu Ryunarasu, Lord of the Real World Bounty Hunters, and Naurglahad's father.