Feeling unloved - please review...*pout* *wibble*...:0(
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Edie woke up before Legolas and saw him lying on the floor with his eyes opened. This unnerved and worried her at first, but then she realised that he was sleeping and not dead as she had first thought, as his chest heaved slightly and the low sounds of breathing escaped his lips, barely audible.
She lay and watched him for a few minutes, marvelling at how beautiful the Elf was with the morning light spilling softly through the window and down, down upon him came its rays.
His eyes were a clear, ocean blue, and his hair as golden as the sun. His hand was wrapped loosely around his bow as if he thought an enemy would attack at any moment and he would have to spring into action, firing the arrows that lay in his quiver at a great speed.
He must have felt her eyes boring into him, for he awoke and blinked, sitting up and looking around the room, and then at Edie.
"What's the matter?" he asked, still blinking, it appeared that he was not a morning person as Edie had originally thought.
Edie bit her lip, holding back a giggle. "Nothing." she mumbled and looked down at the bedsheets, noticing that her wound had been bleeding during the night and decided not to mention it. She had been irritable the day before, and was adamant not to be so on that day.
After a quick breakfast, the pair set off again with fresh provisions, walking through the village together, and only Legolas was aware that they were being followed closely by Sirius.
He could hear him, and smell him, and he was sure that it was he who had been moving around outside their room before the Innkeeper had interrupted him.
He was very mindful of Sirius following them into the wooded area, and he could hear every leaf and twig that his heavy feet chanced to step on. Worried for Edie's safety he urged her onwards, and was quite surprised when she did not grouse and complain.
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Lord Antinous was ever watchful for another messanger from the King. He had recieved two more messanges since the first, informing him of his Majesty's rapid decline in health and knew that it would be only a matter of weeks before his health gave out and his tired body gave in to death.
He chuckled to himself as he knew that he would be named King, the favourite of Laertes.
Soon the annoying little Princess would be dead - he had trust in the sinister man from the tavern and eagerly awaited news of his success as well.
The men, he knew, were still looking to return the Princess to his Majesty in pristine condition. Not if he could help it.
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After a few days walking they came to another village, this time though, Legolas insisted that they made camp just outside and slept beneath the stars, and was again a little shocked that Edie did not object.
As Edie sat down on the earth, nibbling on a piece of bread and looking at a small beetle that was walking across the ground Legolas made a fire.
"I do not mean to worry you, but there is someone pursuing us." he said quietly.
Edie smiled, "Oh, I know that Legolas. I've known that since we started out." she said absently picking up a twig and poking the beetle.
"There's someone else. Closer." The Elf said and turned to her.
"Oh." Edie put the twig down and looked at him. "Is it...that man?" she asked, wrinking her nose in distaste.
Legolas nodded and went back to the fire.
"Well, I can deal with that." she said airily, feeling a lot more liberated than she had in days, even though there were now two people that sought them.
She was fed up with being in pain, worrying about being dirty, and running away. Now she just thought that if she opened her mind, and stopped worrying about things - basically let herself go - then she would have a better time and they would probably cover more ground without her bellyaching.
"I've had a revelation, Legolas." she declared proudly.
Though she could not see it, he smiled as he finally got the fire going, and then looked to her.
"Oh yes? Please continue." he said, setting into the earth with his legs crossed beneath him and his hands laced together under his chin.
"I have realised that being a Princess is not for me. I want to be free. I don't want to wear restrictive dresses in disgusting colours." she said, refering to the lovely pink she always had to wear as a child. "I am fed up with trying to be clean, I am fed up with being resentful, and most of all I'm fed up with worrying. It's all too much. A girl my age shouldn't have to worry about the sorts of things I do."
Legolas raised an eyebrow and put a thoughtful finger to his lips. "You're shirking away from your duties to your people. I don't mean to sound judgemental, but don't you feel a responsibility to them?"
"No, no, no, no, no." Edie sang lightly. "You're not going to get me out of my good mood."
"I'm not trying to. I'm just saying that by running away, true you're getting out of a terrible union, but by doing so you are essentially leaving the people with Lord Antious to be their King once your father dies."
"Well, that won't be for a long time. Perhaps I'll go back when I feel ready. When Lord Antinous..." she sneered at his name. "...is married to someone else. Not me. I can't stand the man. He sickens me. Just the mention of his name threatens to worsen my mood. But no. I will not be changed. I want to live. I don't want to go back to the castle. I was cooped up there. I want to fly free, Legolas." she said quietly, with tears of emotion in her eyes. "I felt so trapped when I was younger. I would escape into the world of faerietales, and then when Lord Antinous arrived on the scene, I was only nine summers old. I wasn't old enough to have my hopes of a perfect life dashed so cruelly against the rocks. No. I...I...I just want to live for once without being reminded who and what I am." she said hitting the ground and letting the tears flow freely now as all the feelings and thoughts she had pent up for years finally came out.
Legolas nodded knowingly and said nothing. Now he saw the real Edie. Not the hard shell she had worn. Being bossy, and uptight, and quick to anger was just her way of coping with who she was.
This was the real Edie.
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Edie woke up before Legolas and saw him lying on the floor with his eyes opened. This unnerved and worried her at first, but then she realised that he was sleeping and not dead as she had first thought, as his chest heaved slightly and the low sounds of breathing escaped his lips, barely audible.
She lay and watched him for a few minutes, marvelling at how beautiful the Elf was with the morning light spilling softly through the window and down, down upon him came its rays.
His eyes were a clear, ocean blue, and his hair as golden as the sun. His hand was wrapped loosely around his bow as if he thought an enemy would attack at any moment and he would have to spring into action, firing the arrows that lay in his quiver at a great speed.
He must have felt her eyes boring into him, for he awoke and blinked, sitting up and looking around the room, and then at Edie.
"What's the matter?" he asked, still blinking, it appeared that he was not a morning person as Edie had originally thought.
Edie bit her lip, holding back a giggle. "Nothing." she mumbled and looked down at the bedsheets, noticing that her wound had been bleeding during the night and decided not to mention it. She had been irritable the day before, and was adamant not to be so on that day.
After a quick breakfast, the pair set off again with fresh provisions, walking through the village together, and only Legolas was aware that they were being followed closely by Sirius.
He could hear him, and smell him, and he was sure that it was he who had been moving around outside their room before the Innkeeper had interrupted him.
He was very mindful of Sirius following them into the wooded area, and he could hear every leaf and twig that his heavy feet chanced to step on. Worried for Edie's safety he urged her onwards, and was quite surprised when she did not grouse and complain.
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Lord Antinous was ever watchful for another messanger from the King. He had recieved two more messanges since the first, informing him of his Majesty's rapid decline in health and knew that it would be only a matter of weeks before his health gave out and his tired body gave in to death.
He chuckled to himself as he knew that he would be named King, the favourite of Laertes.
Soon the annoying little Princess would be dead - he had trust in the sinister man from the tavern and eagerly awaited news of his success as well.
The men, he knew, were still looking to return the Princess to his Majesty in pristine condition. Not if he could help it.
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After a few days walking they came to another village, this time though, Legolas insisted that they made camp just outside and slept beneath the stars, and was again a little shocked that Edie did not object.
As Edie sat down on the earth, nibbling on a piece of bread and looking at a small beetle that was walking across the ground Legolas made a fire.
"I do not mean to worry you, but there is someone pursuing us." he said quietly.
Edie smiled, "Oh, I know that Legolas. I've known that since we started out." she said absently picking up a twig and poking the beetle.
"There's someone else. Closer." The Elf said and turned to her.
"Oh." Edie put the twig down and looked at him. "Is it...that man?" she asked, wrinking her nose in distaste.
Legolas nodded and went back to the fire.
"Well, I can deal with that." she said airily, feeling a lot more liberated than she had in days, even though there were now two people that sought them.
She was fed up with being in pain, worrying about being dirty, and running away. Now she just thought that if she opened her mind, and stopped worrying about things - basically let herself go - then she would have a better time and they would probably cover more ground without her bellyaching.
"I've had a revelation, Legolas." she declared proudly.
Though she could not see it, he smiled as he finally got the fire going, and then looked to her.
"Oh yes? Please continue." he said, setting into the earth with his legs crossed beneath him and his hands laced together under his chin.
"I have realised that being a Princess is not for me. I want to be free. I don't want to wear restrictive dresses in disgusting colours." she said, refering to the lovely pink she always had to wear as a child. "I am fed up with trying to be clean, I am fed up with being resentful, and most of all I'm fed up with worrying. It's all too much. A girl my age shouldn't have to worry about the sorts of things I do."
Legolas raised an eyebrow and put a thoughtful finger to his lips. "You're shirking away from your duties to your people. I don't mean to sound judgemental, but don't you feel a responsibility to them?"
"No, no, no, no, no." Edie sang lightly. "You're not going to get me out of my good mood."
"I'm not trying to. I'm just saying that by running away, true you're getting out of a terrible union, but by doing so you are essentially leaving the people with Lord Antious to be their King once your father dies."
"Well, that won't be for a long time. Perhaps I'll go back when I feel ready. When Lord Antinous..." she sneered at his name. "...is married to someone else. Not me. I can't stand the man. He sickens me. Just the mention of his name threatens to worsen my mood. But no. I will not be changed. I want to live. I don't want to go back to the castle. I was cooped up there. I want to fly free, Legolas." she said quietly, with tears of emotion in her eyes. "I felt so trapped when I was younger. I would escape into the world of faerietales, and then when Lord Antinous arrived on the scene, I was only nine summers old. I wasn't old enough to have my hopes of a perfect life dashed so cruelly against the rocks. No. I...I...I just want to live for once without being reminded who and what I am." she said hitting the ground and letting the tears flow freely now as all the feelings and thoughts she had pent up for years finally came out.
Legolas nodded knowingly and said nothing. Now he saw the real Edie. Not the hard shell she had worn. Being bossy, and uptight, and quick to anger was just her way of coping with who she was.
This was the real Edie.
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