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Chapter Eight: Invincible

Another night came upon the Castle, The pupils hadn't been there two weeks and the teachers had given work to do outside of class. They were told to do it in their dormitories, but Elorelei had had a problem with that.

Her history book lay splayed out upon her bed, and a two-foot essay on the writings of Grand Duchess something-or-other was due in two days. Knowing fully well that Legolas would wait until the very last day to do his, Elorelei had writen a foot the night it was assigned and was just finishing up so that she could brag in the Prince's face while he complained. While that wasn't one of the nicer things they said to each other, it was a change from indifference they both expressed at times.

The last foot completed, Elorelei rolled up her paper only to have it snatched from her by Niqueran's long fingers.

"I'll just copy this, Graceheart has been on me since the term started," snarled the girl, taking it over to her bed.

Elorelei sat back calmly, but inside she was burning. It was suicide to touch her things. "Accio History report." Her calmness carrying a deadly edge. The report flew from Niqueran's hands and to Elorelei's bed. "Inflamare Oribisa." More words that were cold and hateful. A ring of fire sprung up at Niqueran's heels. It's flames roared and crackles, beating the ceiling and enclosing it's victim. The elf let loose a terrible, desperate cry while Junita and Fawneya looked on, helpless. Burns were beginning to form on the elf's fair skin and dress when Elorelei finally muttered the countercurse. All traces of the fire disappeared. It was if nothing had happened at all.

"A trick," gasped Niqueran. "An illusion to make me believe in the fire."

"I needed no illusion to make you believe that fire, it was real." Nodding at her, Junita looked and saw the ashes left on the dress. Black shiny burns speckled Niqueran's fair skin. Elorelei gathered her things. "I'll just complete my days work outside, if it's all the same to you, allright?" Narrowing her eyes, she added, "Do not touch my things, or you will suffer more greatly than you can ever imagine..."

*~*~*~*

The night was quiet while Elorelei left the grounds. No one would follow her tonight, she thought, it was too late and no one was awake, probably.

She carefully pushed branched from her path and stole deeper into the forest. It was ten minutes later when she found what she wanted. A soft clearing, ringed with trees, over-looking a river. The water made a gentle swishing sound and Elorelei comfortably settled herself on a higher branch. A tune came to her head and she very faintly hummed it.

She hardly sang and it was a miracle to hear her hum. Being immensely self-conscious about her voice, Elorelei never sang for audiences or in choirs. Her singing voice was much more powerful than her humming, but no one except for her grandfather and her brother had ever heard it.

The forest became tired while she hummed into the night sky. Her voice was low and sweet, carrying threw the trees like a wind. It was almost as if she was singing the forest to sleep when she herself dropped off.

Moments into the forest's content slumber...

"WHOA!" The silence broke as Legolas fell from a nearby tree branch and got his leg entangled up in some.

Elorelei glared furiously at him, even though he was hanging there by his ankle, looking pathetic. "Ugh, when do you LEARN, Legolas Greenleaf?" She jumped nimbly from branch to branch, until she stood sort of next to him.

He struggled and tried to free his ankle, noticing the smile creep up Elorelei's face, he stopped. "What?" He asked, unwilling to let her know he was in serious pain.

"Do you want to get down from there, Princey?" She teased, giving him a soft poke in the ribs.

He tried not to laugh, as he was very ticklish and it may have killed him. "Oh no, I want to stay in this tree until my leg falls off." He said sarcastically. Elorelei shrugged and made to leap down and leave him. "NO! I mean, I want to get down, I just... need help..." The last two words barely made it past his lips.

"What was that last part?" She poked him in the ribs again, but this time he burst out laughing and began to sway. His ankle made a horrible cracking noise and he screamed, falling from the tree altogether.

"Oh my God, Legolas?" Elorelei jumped down from the tree and almost hurt herself, she landed so hard.

Legolas writhed in agony. His head throbbed with pain from the fall and his ankle felt like it was burning off, it wasn't off already. What if it was still dangling in the tree? All bloody? But no, he could vaguely make it out, still there attached to his leg. His vision clouded, so he was vaguely aware of Elorelei's arms helping him against the tree trunk.

"Legolas, I know 'Are you okay?' is a stupid question, but it's mandatory. Are you okay?"

He nodded, but wasn't entirely sure what the question was. Cool water ran down is throat moments later and his vision cleared up some. Elorelei was crouched at his feet, wrapping his ankle tightly with something he couldn't make out.

"What...." His vocal chords reached for air. "What are you doing?"

She didn't appear to have heard him at first, but whistled low and long for Iledian. "I'm helping you," She said, giving him another drink of the cool river waters. "I don't know why, but I'm helping you anyway." She thought in her own mind and Iledian came running down from the stables. "Just be still, okay?"

Legolas was more than happy to oblige as his surroundings came more into focus. His ankle was blaring at him, broadcasting its pain and racked it through his body, but at least his mind was clearing. The mare looked like a vision as she gallantly rode upon the two elves. Elorelei gave her soft low instructions, muttering for Legolas to grab the horse's neck. Suddenly, the Prince was on horseback, and the Princess on the back. That was all Legolas knew before the tormenting hurt consumed his mind and he passed out.

*~*~*~*

The dawn broke over the Castle calmly enough. Legolas barely stirred from his bed, even as the light shown upon his eyes. Interestingly, it took the sound of a bird singing directly in his ear to wake him. Before he could retaliate on his disturbed rest, the bird flew out of an open window and sang it's way away on a morning breeze. Which made Legolas all the more crankier. Then he realized where he was.

"Just waking up, I suppose, young Prince?" said a merry voice. It belonged to a pretty flame-haired elf, with shiny green eyes. Her dress was white, but very plain. "You should thank your friend, that ankle was getting worse by the second. It would have been pretty much done for, if she hadn't gotten here so fast."

Legolas blinked many times before he remembered what she was talking about. The humming, Elorelei, falling out of the tree, his ankle... He winced and reached a hand down to touch it. It felt about three times as big as it should have, and very tender. The elf immediately ran over and started making a fuss as if he were made of precious stones. "Great, really great." He muttered.

"I know, isn't it simply FABULOUS?" said another, more sarcastic, voice. He didn't even have to guess who it was.

"Hello, Princess," He tried to hide a smile. Legolas never thought he'd be thankful that someone treated him the same, no matter what his situation.

"Hey, Princey." Elorelei grinned, seating herself on a nearby bed.

"Don't call me Princey."

"Then don't call me Princess."

Elorelei was not the friendliest person in the Castle, but she would be the kind of hopelessly sarcastic but devoted friend that everyone had. Legolas realized that she was his.

A/N: This chapter was lazy, blame it.