author: Jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter five: omentie
"I'm dreaming." Nendili sobbed out at last, having nearly cried herself tearless.
"Dreaming? Far from it... Actually we think you may have just woken up. Prince Legolas has told us of how he found you, lying out in the woods... He thinks you've fallen. Do you remember falling?" Arwen looked at her on the floor.
*Why would Legolas lie?* she thought to herself. A great fear arose from the pit of her stomach. *maybe he doesn't remember being transported here through a portal... or anything.* more tears fell down her cheeks as she stammered out a final "no."
"Well, come on... We'll talk with Gandalf later. He'll figure it all out." she smiled again at the younger elf and walked her out the door.
!*~*~*!
Arwen walked her to a large pair of golden doors at the end of a long hallway, "Prince Legolas should be inside, just sit with him. I'll be back in a little while, I hear that a friend of mine has arrived in the night." she winked at Nendili and walked away, humming a cheerful tune. Nendili took in a deep breath, not knowing what to expect inside and opened the door cautiously. She was overwhelmed by the sight before her. Three long tables stretched across the gigantic room, each filled with foods. The aroma nearly knocked her down. There were chairs lined up against each of the tables and it seemed none were empty. She scanned the room for blonde hair, only to find several people with platinum coloured heads. Finally, a pair of soft blue eyes met her own and smiled at her. She sighed in relief and hurried over to the table at which Legolas sat. He wore dark green pants and tunic, and to her suprise no bow and quiver. He stood as she sat down, and then took his own seat again, smiling at her.
"You gave me a fright." he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Startled at the sudden touch, she looked into his eyes.
"I'm quite frightened myself." she finally responded, gaining strength as every moment passed.
"It still confuses me, how you seem to just let your emotions show upon your features. Perhaps you were cursed as a child?"
"I've been told I don't show any of my emotions. Perhaps being so far away from home-Why DID you lie to them Legolas? Why did you make up that story about-" he silenced her and whispered in her ear a swift "Later." he looked a little worried but smiled anyway.
"Now, I do not know how long you have been away from this home of yours, you must eat." he began helping her to fill her plate up with breads and jams and meats. He refilled her glass for her, even though she told him that she was sure she had the strength to lift the small pitcher of wine.
She had never tasted such delicacies in all of her life. The closest thing to real wine she'd ever had was a Fuzzy Navel, and that was just a cooler. The meal went on and she was introduced to several people, most of whom she forgot their names just after. Finally she saw Arwen come through the doors, escorted by a rugged man with long locks of dark hair streaming down to his shoulders. He was very handsome, and had a kind glitter about his eyes. Legolas smiled sadly as he watched them come in. He had a deep look of sympathy in his eyes.
"Legolas?"she asked, becoming more comfortable with his name.
"Hm?" he replied, looking back into her eyes.
"Who is he?"
"He is Aragorn. A Royal among men."
"Ah."she said. *a man...like me. no, the old me.*
"Legolas?" she again said.
"Yes Nendili?"
"Who am I?" he gave her the same look of sympathy.
"I'm not sure." he answered, looking to an old man who sat further down the table. The man turned and looked back at him, smiling kindly.
"I'm not sure."
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Weehoo, keep those Reviews coming! sorry it took so long, im really busy! also apologies for it's shortness!
jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter five: omentie
"I'm dreaming." Nendili sobbed out at last, having nearly cried herself tearless.
"Dreaming? Far from it... Actually we think you may have just woken up. Prince Legolas has told us of how he found you, lying out in the woods... He thinks you've fallen. Do you remember falling?" Arwen looked at her on the floor.
*Why would Legolas lie?* she thought to herself. A great fear arose from the pit of her stomach. *maybe he doesn't remember being transported here through a portal... or anything.* more tears fell down her cheeks as she stammered out a final "no."
"Well, come on... We'll talk with Gandalf later. He'll figure it all out." she smiled again at the younger elf and walked her out the door.
!*~*~*!
Arwen walked her to a large pair of golden doors at the end of a long hallway, "Prince Legolas should be inside, just sit with him. I'll be back in a little while, I hear that a friend of mine has arrived in the night." she winked at Nendili and walked away, humming a cheerful tune. Nendili took in a deep breath, not knowing what to expect inside and opened the door cautiously. She was overwhelmed by the sight before her. Three long tables stretched across the gigantic room, each filled with foods. The aroma nearly knocked her down. There were chairs lined up against each of the tables and it seemed none were empty. She scanned the room for blonde hair, only to find several people with platinum coloured heads. Finally, a pair of soft blue eyes met her own and smiled at her. She sighed in relief and hurried over to the table at which Legolas sat. He wore dark green pants and tunic, and to her suprise no bow and quiver. He stood as she sat down, and then took his own seat again, smiling at her.
"You gave me a fright." he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Startled at the sudden touch, she looked into his eyes.
"I'm quite frightened myself." she finally responded, gaining strength as every moment passed.
"It still confuses me, how you seem to just let your emotions show upon your features. Perhaps you were cursed as a child?"
"I've been told I don't show any of my emotions. Perhaps being so far away from home-Why DID you lie to them Legolas? Why did you make up that story about-" he silenced her and whispered in her ear a swift "Later." he looked a little worried but smiled anyway.
"Now, I do not know how long you have been away from this home of yours, you must eat." he began helping her to fill her plate up with breads and jams and meats. He refilled her glass for her, even though she told him that she was sure she had the strength to lift the small pitcher of wine.
She had never tasted such delicacies in all of her life. The closest thing to real wine she'd ever had was a Fuzzy Navel, and that was just a cooler. The meal went on and she was introduced to several people, most of whom she forgot their names just after. Finally she saw Arwen come through the doors, escorted by a rugged man with long locks of dark hair streaming down to his shoulders. He was very handsome, and had a kind glitter about his eyes. Legolas smiled sadly as he watched them come in. He had a deep look of sympathy in his eyes.
"Legolas?"she asked, becoming more comfortable with his name.
"Hm?" he replied, looking back into her eyes.
"Who is he?"
"He is Aragorn. A Royal among men."
"Ah."she said. *a man...like me. no, the old me.*
"Legolas?" she again said.
"Yes Nendili?"
"Who am I?" he gave her the same look of sympathy.
"I'm not sure." he answered, looking to an old man who sat further down the table. The man turned and looked back at him, smiling kindly.
"I'm not sure."
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Weehoo, keep those Reviews coming! sorry it took so long, im really busy! also apologies for it's shortness!
jetty