Hello, Ami here. Alright, by a single someone's review, of who's name I
can't remember, I'm going to continue this story. The chapter is short and
lame. Well, hope you like it anyway! Bye^_^
My Past, My Present, My Future.
Legolas stared out of his window, not knowing what to think. He was still thinking about the girl in the woods, thinking about the girl from his past, thinking about Arwen, and how lucky she was to not have to worry about such complications...
"Why can't I think about a single girl," he groaned. Not knowing of the presence behind him.
"What girl?" someone said. Legolas turned around, only to be face to face with the little hobbit named Pippin. "What girl are you talking about?"
"Three actually," Legolas said looking back out of his window. "One from my past, one from my present, and one who will most likely to be in my future."
"What are their names?" the hobbit pressed.
"I only know one," Legolas replied. "And that would be Arwen. Arwen happens to be the one from the present."
"Yeah well, I could see that!" Pippin joked. "Who are the other two?"
"I really don't know," the Elven Prince murmured. "All I know is that they both wear masks..." Legolas closed his eyes, and let the darkness envelope him.
"A mask, huh," Pippin said, thinking for a moment. "Well, that does remind me of the Elven girl I saw in the woods today." Legolas' head shot up when he said this.
"What?" now it was Legolas' turn to press.
"I saw an Elven girl in the woods," Pippin said again. "Nice lady too, she gave me a whistle and said that whenever I wanted to talk to her, I just had to blow it, and she would come. I decided not to tell Merry though, he would have though that I was crazy!" Legolas had only heard up to the part where Pippin said that she would some to the sound of a certain whistle.
"Come with me," he said, dragging the hobbit to the forest.
"Hey!" Pippin cried. "What do you think your doing?"
"I need to see that girl," Legolas answered stiffly, continuing to drag him into the forest...
My Past, My Present, My Future.
Legolas stared out of his window, not knowing what to think. He was still thinking about the girl in the woods, thinking about the girl from his past, thinking about Arwen, and how lucky she was to not have to worry about such complications...
"Why can't I think about a single girl," he groaned. Not knowing of the presence behind him.
"What girl?" someone said. Legolas turned around, only to be face to face with the little hobbit named Pippin. "What girl are you talking about?"
"Three actually," Legolas said looking back out of his window. "One from my past, one from my present, and one who will most likely to be in my future."
"What are their names?" the hobbit pressed.
"I only know one," Legolas replied. "And that would be Arwen. Arwen happens to be the one from the present."
"Yeah well, I could see that!" Pippin joked. "Who are the other two?"
"I really don't know," the Elven Prince murmured. "All I know is that they both wear masks..." Legolas closed his eyes, and let the darkness envelope him.
"A mask, huh," Pippin said, thinking for a moment. "Well, that does remind me of the Elven girl I saw in the woods today." Legolas' head shot up when he said this.
"What?" now it was Legolas' turn to press.
"I saw an Elven girl in the woods," Pippin said again. "Nice lady too, she gave me a whistle and said that whenever I wanted to talk to her, I just had to blow it, and she would come. I decided not to tell Merry though, he would have though that I was crazy!" Legolas had only heard up to the part where Pippin said that she would some to the sound of a certain whistle.
"Come with me," he said, dragging the hobbit to the forest.
"Hey!" Pippin cried. "What do you think your doing?"
"I need to see that girl," Legolas answered stiffly, continuing to drag him into the forest...