author: Jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter Eleven: The Talents
Days passed in Rivendell like minutes. Days for Nendili full of eating and training in Talent from Gandalf. She could now easily control her element of water. Just touching the water with the tips of her fingers she could create a Tsunami if she wished it. She also found herself spending much more time with Legolas. He and Calaquendi often kept her entertained with fierce debates about bow shape and arrow poison. She had the sneaking suspicion that they were really fighting over herself, but she would hurriedly tell herself "I am not narcissistic, I am not narcissistic..."
Everything was going splendidly as usual. It was a cold snowy December day and Gandalf had cut her lessons short so that he could let Helca practice with snow all day. After an hour of the icy cold, half frozen water, Nendili was walking cheerily toward the Great Hall.
"Nendili!" a voice called from the shadow of a doorway.
"Who is there?" she asked timidly. Although she found much rest in Rivendell she was still suspicious of most people.
"It's only me Nendi." Calaquendi chortled, walking out into the sunlight. He was dressed splendidly in dark blue robes, his hair tied back in a bit of ribbon. He looked ages older when his hair was pulled back, his eyelashes flaked with snow.
He walked,smiling toward her, the cold wind stirring his hair.
"Aren't you cold?" he asked her, taking into account her dress. The sleeves had large elegant slashes cut up to her shoulders.
"You know better than I that elves do not get cold." Nendili replied.
"You don't feel it even in the depths of you soul, a cold vast darkness of eternity?"he asked, lifting his fingertips to graze her lower lip. Nendili stayed silent. Her lips trimbled suddenly as she shuddered. Calaquendi smiled.
"Perhaps you are colder than you thought. Here, let me-" he captured her lips with his own, his hands quickly pinning her against his firm body. Nendili could hear a roaring like a waterfall behind her eyes. This was new and dirty and wrong. She found herself struggling against the elf with all her might. But he wouldn't let her go. Her screams died in her throat as she heard him chuckle and he let her go. She stumbled back, banging her elbow painfully on the stone of an archway. She could taste blood in her mouth from his brutal kisses. She spat it out on the snow covered ground, turning ivory to velvet as the crystals gave way and melted beneath it. He chortled again and striding quickly over to her he pinned her against the cold wall.
"Can you feel it? The emptiness of endless time drifting on and on??? How can you not?" tears were now breaching her eyelids as she struggled pointlessly against her captor. His eyes had a mad set to them, the pupils huge, only a vague rim of Golden brown circling them. Malice was written clearly across his face and an evil smile played upon his lips.
"You can't defeat them you know..." he said suddenly snapping her back to reality.
"The Dark lord will rise again in triumph and smite all those who stand in his way. Lights will burn out by the thousands, and in the end evil will prevail." for the first time since he had spoken his eyes connected with hers and he licked his lips hungrily.
"Come to our aide, and no harm will befall you. You can have everything... Power, life, love..." again he paused and inched towards her, looking her straight in the eyes.
"The decision is yours of course, no pressure."
"No, none at all." she said spitefully, spitting out more blood.
"You look so beautiful when you are angry..." he said, inching ever closer. She'd had enough of his smarmy accent and ere. She spat another mouthful of blood in his face. He grimaced and pushed her down in the icy bank. He never even moved to wipe away the blood, it just dripped down his chin and fell to the snow.
"Is this your decision then? You'd rather die than serve our lord?" he asked, walking towards her shaking form. She merely glared at him.
"Well then, you'll have to die." he pulled out his sword and touched the tip of it. blood dripped from his finger.
"Sharp as Legolas could get it... He's a fine swordsman that elf is, pity he had no idea..." his grin broadened.
"Well, farewell water nymph..."
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"And now i'm here, and about to embark on this insanely urgent journey with your lot." Merry finished telling his life's story to Legolas as he waited for Nendili to return. He'd been near sleep when Merry's tale had ended. Legolas smiled at the hobbit, excused himself, and made his way over to Feanaro who sat alone.
"Where's Helca?" Legolas asked, leaning casually on a chair.
"She's practicing with Gandalf. She'll be gone for hours... Where's Nendili?"
"Well, I suppose she must be with them because she's been gone for ages."
Feanaro gave him a funny look.
"Doubtful..."
"Why do you say that?" asked Legolas, coming forward a bit.
"Because, Gandalf's had us practicing on our own for weeks." it only took a few seconds for the words to sink in and then Legolas was gone, leaving stares and murmurs behind him.
"Gandalf!" he shouted as the wizard's hat came into view over the top of a hill. The wizard looked up at him from a pile of frozen objects. Beside him sat Helca, freezing a pitcher of water.
"Yes Legolas?"
"Where's Nendili?"
"I've not the slightest, she left a few minutes ago..." Legolas sighed with relief and smiled.
"Then she hasn't been gone long?"
"Oh, no..." Gandalf replied.
"Thanks!"
Legolas walked back toward the Great Hall at ease. What had he ben thinking? Of course nothing was wrong!
As he walked toward the Archway that led into a back alley he knew was a shortcut to the Main Hall he heard the muffled voice of someone. He crept to the edge of the wall and looked through the small space between it and the next. Calaquendi Stood visible through it, a look of anger clear on his face. He was looking down at the ground where something lay. It looked to him like a bundle of blue silk and lace.
"Is this your decision then? You'd rather die than serve our lord?" Calaquendi asked the bundle, walking towards it. It did not respond.
"Well then, you'll have to die." he pulled out his sword and touched the tip of it. blood dripped from his finger.
"Sharp as Legolas could get it..." Legolas' eyes widened in recognition.
"He's a fine swordsman that elf is, pity he had no idea..." his grin broadened.
"Well, farewell water nymph..."
Realization struck Legolas like a blunt on the head. He stood only for a moment and then ran out toward the red headed assailent, knocking the sword out of his hand. But before anything could register he heard quickly spoken elven words and felt a painful shock run through him. He heard someone scream from behind him and as he fell to the ground his head landed on the soft fabric of silk. He heard more elven above his head as his eyes unfocused and he fell unconcious.
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XOXO
much luv
jetty
title: The Missing Girl
Chapter Eleven: The Talents
Days passed in Rivendell like minutes. Days for Nendili full of eating and training in Talent from Gandalf. She could now easily control her element of water. Just touching the water with the tips of her fingers she could create a Tsunami if she wished it. She also found herself spending much more time with Legolas. He and Calaquendi often kept her entertained with fierce debates about bow shape and arrow poison. She had the sneaking suspicion that they were really fighting over herself, but she would hurriedly tell herself "I am not narcissistic, I am not narcissistic..."
Everything was going splendidly as usual. It was a cold snowy December day and Gandalf had cut her lessons short so that he could let Helca practice with snow all day. After an hour of the icy cold, half frozen water, Nendili was walking cheerily toward the Great Hall.
"Nendili!" a voice called from the shadow of a doorway.
"Who is there?" she asked timidly. Although she found much rest in Rivendell she was still suspicious of most people.
"It's only me Nendi." Calaquendi chortled, walking out into the sunlight. He was dressed splendidly in dark blue robes, his hair tied back in a bit of ribbon. He looked ages older when his hair was pulled back, his eyelashes flaked with snow.
He walked,smiling toward her, the cold wind stirring his hair.
"Aren't you cold?" he asked her, taking into account her dress. The sleeves had large elegant slashes cut up to her shoulders.
"You know better than I that elves do not get cold." Nendili replied.
"You don't feel it even in the depths of you soul, a cold vast darkness of eternity?"he asked, lifting his fingertips to graze her lower lip. Nendili stayed silent. Her lips trimbled suddenly as she shuddered. Calaquendi smiled.
"Perhaps you are colder than you thought. Here, let me-" he captured her lips with his own, his hands quickly pinning her against his firm body. Nendili could hear a roaring like a waterfall behind her eyes. This was new and dirty and wrong. She found herself struggling against the elf with all her might. But he wouldn't let her go. Her screams died in her throat as she heard him chuckle and he let her go. She stumbled back, banging her elbow painfully on the stone of an archway. She could taste blood in her mouth from his brutal kisses. She spat it out on the snow covered ground, turning ivory to velvet as the crystals gave way and melted beneath it. He chortled again and striding quickly over to her he pinned her against the cold wall.
"Can you feel it? The emptiness of endless time drifting on and on??? How can you not?" tears were now breaching her eyelids as she struggled pointlessly against her captor. His eyes had a mad set to them, the pupils huge, only a vague rim of Golden brown circling them. Malice was written clearly across his face and an evil smile played upon his lips.
"You can't defeat them you know..." he said suddenly snapping her back to reality.
"The Dark lord will rise again in triumph and smite all those who stand in his way. Lights will burn out by the thousands, and in the end evil will prevail." for the first time since he had spoken his eyes connected with hers and he licked his lips hungrily.
"Come to our aide, and no harm will befall you. You can have everything... Power, life, love..." again he paused and inched towards her, looking her straight in the eyes.
"The decision is yours of course, no pressure."
"No, none at all." she said spitefully, spitting out more blood.
"You look so beautiful when you are angry..." he said, inching ever closer. She'd had enough of his smarmy accent and ere. She spat another mouthful of blood in his face. He grimaced and pushed her down in the icy bank. He never even moved to wipe away the blood, it just dripped down his chin and fell to the snow.
"Is this your decision then? You'd rather die than serve our lord?" he asked, walking towards her shaking form. She merely glared at him.
"Well then, you'll have to die." he pulled out his sword and touched the tip of it. blood dripped from his finger.
"Sharp as Legolas could get it... He's a fine swordsman that elf is, pity he had no idea..." his grin broadened.
"Well, farewell water nymph..."
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"And now i'm here, and about to embark on this insanely urgent journey with your lot." Merry finished telling his life's story to Legolas as he waited for Nendili to return. He'd been near sleep when Merry's tale had ended. Legolas smiled at the hobbit, excused himself, and made his way over to Feanaro who sat alone.
"Where's Helca?" Legolas asked, leaning casually on a chair.
"She's practicing with Gandalf. She'll be gone for hours... Where's Nendili?"
"Well, I suppose she must be with them because she's been gone for ages."
Feanaro gave him a funny look.
"Doubtful..."
"Why do you say that?" asked Legolas, coming forward a bit.
"Because, Gandalf's had us practicing on our own for weeks." it only took a few seconds for the words to sink in and then Legolas was gone, leaving stares and murmurs behind him.
"Gandalf!" he shouted as the wizard's hat came into view over the top of a hill. The wizard looked up at him from a pile of frozen objects. Beside him sat Helca, freezing a pitcher of water.
"Yes Legolas?"
"Where's Nendili?"
"I've not the slightest, she left a few minutes ago..." Legolas sighed with relief and smiled.
"Then she hasn't been gone long?"
"Oh, no..." Gandalf replied.
"Thanks!"
Legolas walked back toward the Great Hall at ease. What had he ben thinking? Of course nothing was wrong!
As he walked toward the Archway that led into a back alley he knew was a shortcut to the Main Hall he heard the muffled voice of someone. He crept to the edge of the wall and looked through the small space between it and the next. Calaquendi Stood visible through it, a look of anger clear on his face. He was looking down at the ground where something lay. It looked to him like a bundle of blue silk and lace.
"Is this your decision then? You'd rather die than serve our lord?" Calaquendi asked the bundle, walking towards it. It did not respond.
"Well then, you'll have to die." he pulled out his sword and touched the tip of it. blood dripped from his finger.
"Sharp as Legolas could get it..." Legolas' eyes widened in recognition.
"He's a fine swordsman that elf is, pity he had no idea..." his grin broadened.
"Well, farewell water nymph..."
Realization struck Legolas like a blunt on the head. He stood only for a moment and then ran out toward the red headed assailent, knocking the sword out of his hand. But before anything could register he heard quickly spoken elven words and felt a painful shock run through him. He heard someone scream from behind him and as he fell to the ground his head landed on the soft fabric of silk. He heard more elven above his head as his eyes unfocused and he fell unconcious.
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one review... one. ONE! gah!!! i cannot work under conditions such as this!!! Please review!!!
XOXO
much luv
jetty