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I STAND ALONE
"He fell off a cliff,"
"Fell off a cliff? It is not common that Elves fall off cliffs!"
"Well, he just fell over the ledge, which just happened to be very high,"
"So he really fell off a ledge…"
"Yes, if that is comprehensible to you!"
"Ai! I should have gone with him! I was blocked up by all the others,"
"Well, if you want me to push you off a cliff, I'll be glad to!"
"No! You already pushed me down the Falls of Rauros! During the ceremony and everything-"
"Hey! That was an accident! Pippin knocked me over trying to reach a mushroom, and I bumped into you!"
"Boromir would have been ashamed to see the chaos on the day we were supposed to commemorate his death…"
"How do you know? I thought I heard him laughing as I had to dive after you! And it was thanks to me that you hadn't drowned!"
"And that I nearly died."
"I saved you, didn't I?"
"…Yes you did."
"So now there isn't anything to be upset about, is there?"
"…I'll still never forgive you for pushing me over."
"It was YOUR fault that you were absentmindedly peering over the edge, all blanking out with your elvish trances!"
"Absentmindedly? It was supposed to be a moment of solemn silence!"
"Shut up."
"I don't whether to kill you, or laugh at you…"
"Neither. He's waking up."
Elenwe opened his eyes. He was in a white room with white sheets and wearing the white healing garments. Naurglahad and Legolas were seated on opposite sides of the bed he was laying in, staring at him expectantly. Elenwe tried to remember what happened after he fell through the bushes. He could only see blackness, and that was all.
"Ay!" cheered Naurglahad, "Elenwe is alive!"
"Good, Elenwe!" cried Legolas, "You made it!"
"What happened?" said Elenwe weakly.
"You kinda'…ah…" Naurglahad couldn't find the right word.
"Fell," said Legolas, "…off a cliff."
"Off a cliff?" sputtered Elenwe, "I fell off a cliff? How-ho-how'd I live?"
"Elrond said that he realized that he had sent you off in the direction of a building orc colony," explained Legolas, "The orcs are making this giant underground pit, so he had to ride after you."
"I saw it," said Naurglahad, "He got out his pretty Ring-amajig-"
"Vilya," corrected Legolas, "The Ring of Sapphire,"
"Right…well, anyways, he said some funky elvish stuff-"
"It's called a spell!"
"Yeah! Whatever! And he summoned the funny water-horsies-"
"That was the River."
"Yes! And he saved you by doing a bunch of magic stuff-" she slapped her hand over Legolas' mouth before he could say anything, "But the odd the odd thing is, the River was on the other side of Imladris!"
"Neither of us have been able to figure out how that happened," said Legolas, whose voice was muffled under Naurglahad's palm, "And get your hand off my face!"
"No, I like it this way," said Naurglahad. She kept her block on his mouth, "And I wouldn't recommend trying to bite my hand either, I have just finished dealing with another Dragon potion," Legolas withdrew himself completely from Naurglahad. "Which, by the way, you must drink right now!"
She whipped out a flask and jammed the uncorked end in Elenwe's mouth, draining all its contents. Elenwe swallowed quickly and shuddered as he felt the magic of the Dragon ingredients occur.
"Oh, and I didn't give this to you, okay?" said Naurglahad, "I'm not supposed to be using this under Elrond's advice." She unplugged the bottle just as someone opened the door. Elrond walked in, under concern for his patient.
"What is that?" he inquired, seeing the flask in Naurglahad's hand.
"This?" said Naurglahad, "Oh! This is nothing!" She smiled reassuringly as she tossed the flask over her shoulder and out the window, where it resulted in a smash, followed by someone screaming that they had been hit in the eye.
"Ah! It hit me! I'm dying! I'm dying! Help!"
Naurglahad grinned again as Elrond glared knives at her. She immediately stood and grabbed Legolas by the wrist before he could spill it.
"We think Elenwe needs rest!" she sang, dragging Legolas out of the door, "And now, we must… 'Depart thee'! Have a nice day!" she yanked him out of the doorway and slammed it shut. Elrond shook his head as he began examination on Elenwe.
~*~
"So you knew he was going out of Imladris?" asked Naurglahad as she and Legolas walked hastily away from the Hospital Wing in order to escape from Elrond.
"Yes, I knew that!" replied Legolas.
"Well why didn't you follow?"
"I was blocked up by a wall of fan girls!"
"Elenwe could've seriously died back there," scolded Naurglahad, "Why didn't you focus on your priorities? Which was more important? Finding your 'true love' amongst a pack of girls that only like you for your looks and royalty, or saving your best friend from dangerous peril?"
"Saving Elenwe! But they wouldn't let me pass! They kept pushing me back into a wall, which is why we're leaving for Lothlorien as soon as he fully recovers!"
"Well, that's good news. But why did you need to exit Rivendell?"
"We were looking for you, or going to look for you."
Naurglahad stopped right in her tracks.
"Why were you looking for me?"
"Something happened on the night of the banquet," said Legolas, "Something gave you a cut in one of the most unusual places for you to be hurt, your face!" he tapped Naurglahad's cheek, "And now, it has disappeared! What is going on with you?"
"It's…it's…" Naurglahad turned away.
"Something you'd rather not discuss." finished Legolas.
"Yes," she murmured, "Exactly."
"And now you need recollection time."
She nodded. Legolas returned it.
"Then be off with you," he said, "You can get ready for the journey across the Misty Mountains,"
"Wise thought," she replied. She faced a separate fork from Legolas in the hall, "And," she added, "Thank you for understanding…that. I'm sorry if I kinda' yelled at your face too much, or yelled at you too much at all."
"Apology accepted," he answered. They took a step in opposite directions before Legolas supplied "When I said that you had nice eyes and that you could dance well…I wasn't lying."
He strode down the corridor as Naurglahad froze in place. Through her paralysis, she couldn't tell whether she paled, remained the same color, or, burn the thought, blushed.
I STAND ALONE
"He fell off a cliff,"
"Fell off a cliff? It is not common that Elves fall off cliffs!"
"Well, he just fell over the ledge, which just happened to be very high,"
"So he really fell off a ledge…"
"Yes, if that is comprehensible to you!"
"Ai! I should have gone with him! I was blocked up by all the others,"
"Well, if you want me to push you off a cliff, I'll be glad to!"
"No! You already pushed me down the Falls of Rauros! During the ceremony and everything-"
"Hey! That was an accident! Pippin knocked me over trying to reach a mushroom, and I bumped into you!"
"Boromir would have been ashamed to see the chaos on the day we were supposed to commemorate his death…"
"How do you know? I thought I heard him laughing as I had to dive after you! And it was thanks to me that you hadn't drowned!"
"And that I nearly died."
"I saved you, didn't I?"
"…Yes you did."
"So now there isn't anything to be upset about, is there?"
"…I'll still never forgive you for pushing me over."
"It was YOUR fault that you were absentmindedly peering over the edge, all blanking out with your elvish trances!"
"Absentmindedly? It was supposed to be a moment of solemn silence!"
"Shut up."
"I don't whether to kill you, or laugh at you…"
"Neither. He's waking up."
Elenwe opened his eyes. He was in a white room with white sheets and wearing the white healing garments. Naurglahad and Legolas were seated on opposite sides of the bed he was laying in, staring at him expectantly. Elenwe tried to remember what happened after he fell through the bushes. He could only see blackness, and that was all.
"Ay!" cheered Naurglahad, "Elenwe is alive!"
"Good, Elenwe!" cried Legolas, "You made it!"
"What happened?" said Elenwe weakly.
"You kinda'…ah…" Naurglahad couldn't find the right word.
"Fell," said Legolas, "…off a cliff."
"Off a cliff?" sputtered Elenwe, "I fell off a cliff? How-ho-how'd I live?"
"Elrond said that he realized that he had sent you off in the direction of a building orc colony," explained Legolas, "The orcs are making this giant underground pit, so he had to ride after you."
"I saw it," said Naurglahad, "He got out his pretty Ring-amajig-"
"Vilya," corrected Legolas, "The Ring of Sapphire,"
"Right…well, anyways, he said some funky elvish stuff-"
"It's called a spell!"
"Yeah! Whatever! And he summoned the funny water-horsies-"
"That was the River."
"Yes! And he saved you by doing a bunch of magic stuff-" she slapped her hand over Legolas' mouth before he could say anything, "But the odd the odd thing is, the River was on the other side of Imladris!"
"Neither of us have been able to figure out how that happened," said Legolas, whose voice was muffled under Naurglahad's palm, "And get your hand off my face!"
"No, I like it this way," said Naurglahad. She kept her block on his mouth, "And I wouldn't recommend trying to bite my hand either, I have just finished dealing with another Dragon potion," Legolas withdrew himself completely from Naurglahad. "Which, by the way, you must drink right now!"
She whipped out a flask and jammed the uncorked end in Elenwe's mouth, draining all its contents. Elenwe swallowed quickly and shuddered as he felt the magic of the Dragon ingredients occur.
"Oh, and I didn't give this to you, okay?" said Naurglahad, "I'm not supposed to be using this under Elrond's advice." She unplugged the bottle just as someone opened the door. Elrond walked in, under concern for his patient.
"What is that?" he inquired, seeing the flask in Naurglahad's hand.
"This?" said Naurglahad, "Oh! This is nothing!" She smiled reassuringly as she tossed the flask over her shoulder and out the window, where it resulted in a smash, followed by someone screaming that they had been hit in the eye.
"Ah! It hit me! I'm dying! I'm dying! Help!"
Naurglahad grinned again as Elrond glared knives at her. She immediately stood and grabbed Legolas by the wrist before he could spill it.
"We think Elenwe needs rest!" she sang, dragging Legolas out of the door, "And now, we must… 'Depart thee'! Have a nice day!" she yanked him out of the doorway and slammed it shut. Elrond shook his head as he began examination on Elenwe.
~*~
"So you knew he was going out of Imladris?" asked Naurglahad as she and Legolas walked hastily away from the Hospital Wing in order to escape from Elrond.
"Yes, I knew that!" replied Legolas.
"Well why didn't you follow?"
"I was blocked up by a wall of fan girls!"
"Elenwe could've seriously died back there," scolded Naurglahad, "Why didn't you focus on your priorities? Which was more important? Finding your 'true love' amongst a pack of girls that only like you for your looks and royalty, or saving your best friend from dangerous peril?"
"Saving Elenwe! But they wouldn't let me pass! They kept pushing me back into a wall, which is why we're leaving for Lothlorien as soon as he fully recovers!"
"Well, that's good news. But why did you need to exit Rivendell?"
"We were looking for you, or going to look for you."
Naurglahad stopped right in her tracks.
"Why were you looking for me?"
"Something happened on the night of the banquet," said Legolas, "Something gave you a cut in one of the most unusual places for you to be hurt, your face!" he tapped Naurglahad's cheek, "And now, it has disappeared! What is going on with you?"
"It's…it's…" Naurglahad turned away.
"Something you'd rather not discuss." finished Legolas.
"Yes," she murmured, "Exactly."
"And now you need recollection time."
She nodded. Legolas returned it.
"Then be off with you," he said, "You can get ready for the journey across the Misty Mountains,"
"Wise thought," she replied. She faced a separate fork from Legolas in the hall, "And," she added, "Thank you for understanding…that. I'm sorry if I kinda' yelled at your face too much, or yelled at you too much at all."
"Apology accepted," he answered. They took a step in opposite directions before Legolas supplied "When I said that you had nice eyes and that you could dance well…I wasn't lying."
He strode down the corridor as Naurglahad froze in place. Through her paralysis, she couldn't tell whether she paled, remained the same color, or, burn the thought, blushed.