E/N: Hi there people!! Well, i don't really know what to say, except, OMG!
Heath Ledger looks really bad with a beard! I really hope Orlando doesn't
look that bad in their new movie… :oS And, has everyone checked out my new
website? www.geocities.com/endomiel1 All kinds of things about Endomiel,
including 'pictures'. Please do check it out! Anyway, I'll get to writing
now.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, i wish… well, except for Endomiel and a few of the other made-up characters, and, well, there's nothing to do about it… :o(
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Chapter 15: Never ever trust the mail, use a pigeon!
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The 17th of Halimath, 1384 (Shire Reckoning)
Hi people (Or elves, or hobbits, or *shiver* dwarves… *shiver*),
How're y'all doing? Sorry for not writing yesterday, I guess I forgot… oops… anyway, here I am, to tell you about today, and well, let's start!
I got up pretty early, hoping everyone would still be asleep. Legolas and I agreed on getting up early so we could spend some time together, but when I came out of my tent, Boromir, Faramir and Éomer where up too. Ah, damn! I never get things my way… I looked at the guys. What were they doing? I walked over to the table and sat down with the four of them. I guess they were playing some kind of card game. I dunno, back in the Shire we never played card-games. We did interesting things… yeah, prepared food, and ate it! Aww… food… the mere thought of it makes my stomach rumble… *grgrrrgrrgggrkkkkk* uh-oh… was that my stomach?
'Was that your stomach, Endomiel?' Faramir said. I guess it was my stomach…
'Uh… I guess so…'
'You hungry?' I looked him in the eyes. 'Never mind, stupid question.'
'You're always hungry, aren't you?' Legolas said in a tone like I was way under him. In stance, that is, of course…
'You got a problem with that?' I said on an icy tone.
'Yeah.'
'Well, then make me something to eat!'
'Do it yourself.'
'I sure will!' I stood up and walked towards the tent with food. I grabbed a box of cereal. Walked to the plates and stuff and grabbed a bowl. Walked back to the food-tent. Put the cereal box down. Poured milk in my bowl. Picked the cereal up again. 'Poured' cereal in my bowl. Threw my spoon in. Cereal everywhere, but not on me. I'm a goddess, I don't get hit by flying cereal. I walked back to the table and sat down. I started eating the cereal.
'Are you sure you should be eating that stuff?' Legolas said.
'I eat what I want to.' I mumbled.
'Don't eat the cereal. You're addicted.'
'Am not.' I said as I took another bite.
'You're going to stop eating that cereal, if you like it or not.' Legolas grabbed my bowl and pulled it away from me.
'Hey!' I shouted. 'Give me my cereal!!!' I reached over the table and tried to grab the bowl of cereal.
'You are not getting the cereal back.' He said with a cold voice.
'I am getting the cereal back. Right NOW!!' I stood up and walked to Legolas.
'You are not getting your cereal back.' WHAT THE?!?! I am getting my cereal back! Watch me! I grabbed the bowl out of his hands and walked back to my place, sat down and took a bite, chewing with my mouth open. HAH! Take that! Legolas rolled his eyes. I lifted my chin up high. I started looking around the camp. Elvea was standing in front of our tent, kind of staring at us. I really felt like sticking out my tongue at her, but I didn't. I stuck my tongue out to Legolas instead. MWUHAHAHA!!! God… I'm acting like such a baby… Oh well, at least I'm having fun!! :o)
After breakfast, we started packing our stuff. After that Glorfindel arrived and we rode back home. Somewhere along the way, Elvea fell off her horse or something like that. Panic has arrived. How I like that emotion… :o)
'O My Eru!!!' Éomer yelled. 'Elvea?????? Elveeeeeeeeeeea???'
'She's unconscious.' Glorfindel said. Like, DUH!
'Is she going to be alright?' Éomer panicked. 'She's not going to die, is she?' How stupid are humans anyway? We are elves!! *ELVES* sigh…
'Éomer, she's and Elf, Elves don't just die like that.'
'Right.' He was silent a few seconds, then, he started talking again. 'What now? I cant just let her lie there…' Glorfindel cut him off.
'I'm taking her to school, you guys just follow this road, you'll reach school, okay?'
'Sure.' I said. I wasn't going to hurry my way to school for Elvea. I'm having fun here, talking to Legolas and stuff like that.
'I'm going with you, I can't just leave her!' Éomer shouted as he jumped back on his horse and rode off with Glorfindel. And they're off! Buh-bye!! See ya later!! Finally, the teacher's gone. Freedom at last! Time for my next diabolical plan! Now, to think of one… well, the rest of the trip back to school, I talked to Legolas and thought of a new diabolical plan. Still don't have a new diabolical plan…
When I arrived back at school, I let Loome run free in the meadow next to the stables. I walked to my room. There was mail on the desk. YAY!! Mail!! With my name on it!! Mail, and it actually arrived at the right spot? It's a miracle! I opened the letter. It's form my parents! Oh, and Brent put a little note in it too. Everything was okay with them, and they hoped I was having fun in Rivendell (They don't have a clue… :o) and they say 'Hi!' to all the hobbits. Arwen walked in.
'Hi Endomiel! Hey, have you bought a dress yet?'
'A dress? Why a dress?'
'For the dance tonight.'
'Dance?' Okay… how could I've missed that?
'Yeah, a dance. You do know what that is, right?'
'Of course!'
'Well, there's a dance tomorrow evening.'
'Oh.'
'But, I gotta go, I got uh… urgent business outside.' Sure she does. Urgent business, my @$$!
I also left the room, and took a stroll through the mess. I sat down with Éomer.
'Hi Éomer.'
'Hi.' He looked depressed.
'What's wrong with you?'
'I, uhm, I haven't got a date for the dance tomorrow.' Is that a big problem? I don't have a date either…
'So? What's the problem?'
'You know, every cool guy has to have a date.' So you have to have a date to be cool or something like that? Very strange…
'And your point is… I mean, I don't have a date either.'
'That's because the guys have to ask the girls out.'
'Oh.' A few minutes of silence. 'One way or the other, I still don't have a date.'
'Someone will ask you, you're pretty.' I blushed.
'Thanks.' More minutes of silence. 'So, who do you want to ask to the dance?'
'Well… you know…'
'Well… you can tell me.'
'I wanted to ask, uhm, Elvea, but uhm, I don't know if she'll go with me.'
'Of course she'll go with you! Why wouldn't she?' he looked me into the eyes. 'Okay, I'll shut up now…'
'I could just ask her…' That's when I came up with my diabolical master plan!! (Okay, okay, it's not diabolical, and it's not really a master plan, but I guess Éomer could use some help)
'I got a plan!'
'What kind of plan?' Éomer said as he backed away a bit. What? Was he scared? My plans are good plans!! No, I mean, they're usually evil plans, but they always work! Usually… I mean, this plan cannot fail!!
'Well, the plan is, we walk over to Elvea, and you just ask her! This plan is so simple, it just can't fail!'
'You got a point there…' Éomer moved back to the spot where he was sitting before.
'Let's do it!'
'That's easy for you to say…'
'Oh, Come on, if you do that, then I'll uh… I'll uh…' What could I do?
'You'll ask Legolas out.'
'What? I'm not going to ask him out! No chance!'
'Why not?'
'For one, it's Legolas! Arrogant, annoying ugly, stuck-up elven prince! He's even worse then Elvea!' Éomer shot me a nasty look. Okay, so I shouldn't have said that. I could have known he likes her…
'Okay. That's a deal. If I ask Elvea out, you have to ask Legolas out.'
'But he's going to say no anyway.'
'So?'
'That's just pure humiliation!'
'And it isn't humiliation for me if Elvea says no?'
'No!' His eyes grew big. 'I mean, she won't say no.'
'How could you know?'
'Trust me, I know.' Okay, so I don't know, just make that guy ask her. But then again, if he asks her, I have to ask Legolas, and well, he's going to say no anyway, because we can't be together in public. Why is life so damn complicated? *Sigh*
'Okay…' Did he just say okay? Man, am I that convincing? Yay! My powers are returning!! I stood up and dragged Éomer to the hallway. I looked around the corner and saw Elvea talking to Boromir. Good, time to put my plan in action.
'Okay Éomer, there she is, come on, talk to her!'
'Uhm, well, I think I'll have something to drink first…'
'Oh no you aren't!' I dragged him over to Elvea. 'Hi Elvea! Éomer has something to ask you.'
'I do?' Éomer said.
'Yeah, you idiot, you do.' I whispered as I pushed him closer to Elvea.
'Oh, right, uhm, Elvea, doyouwanttobemydatetothedancetomorrow?' WOW! Like, that was fast! *Blink* *blink* Like, did he say everything, or did I miss some words?
'I'm sorry Éomer, but Boromir just asked me, so, maybe next time.' AH! Like, what a B*tch! I thought she liked Éomer?! Very confusing… Did I miss something again? Éomer shot Boromir a death glare witch even I could be proud of (and that's one deadly glare, I can tell you!) and he grabbed my arm and dragged me off.
'You said she wouldn't say no. You said you knew for sure. You said…'
'Éomer, I was sure!'
'Then why did she say no?'
'I don't know…'
'Now what?'
'I don't know… Uhm… Always look on the bright side of life?'
'I guess…' A grin crept over his face. 'There is one bright side to all this, now I get to see you ask Legolas out.' O Eru… Please save me… Éomer dragged me to their room. Legolas wasn't there. We walked into the room. 'Ah, there he is.' Éomer said as he looked out of the window. He dragged me outside and stopped at a corner. 'Okay, he's behind this corner, you wait here a minute, I'll go inside so I have a better view. I'll be in my room if you need me, now you go ask him out.' Nononononono… please… make the hurting stop… I waited about a minute, took a deep breath, and turned around. Now way I was going to ask Legolas on a date! I did a few steps to the entrance of the building. I turned around again. If I chicken out now, they'll all think of me like a chicken for the rest of their life! I walked back to the corner, took another deep breath, and walked out. I walked out to Legolas. He just set a pigeon free.
'What were you doing with that pigeon?' I asked.
'I'm sending a letter.'
'You don't use the mail?'
'No, it's to slow. A pigeon is the fastest way to send a letter these days.'
'Very good of you to use a pigeon.'
'How do you mean?'
'Never trust the postal system. I once had to be delivered…'
'You had to be delivered?' Uh, of course I can't tell him I myself had to be delivered… uhm..
'I had a package which had to be delivered.'
'Oh, okay.'
'And I wanted it to be delivered in Ithiliën, but it was delivered in the Old Forest in the Shire instead, damn postal service.'
'Aha.'
'Uh-huh.'
'Well, we royalty usually use pigeons. They're faster and I guess you can trust them more then the postal system.'
'So, what did you send?'
'A letter to my father.'
'Oh.'
'Yeah, he sent me a letter too telling me to come back to Mirkwood and go to school there, together with Lutetia.'
'And? What did you write back?'
'That I'm staying and I wish to break up with Lutetia.' A smile crept up my face.
'What does that mean?' I asked him.
'That means we're free to do whatever we want, because my dad knows I don't want to get married to Lutetia.'
'And that's a good thing, right?'
'Yes, that's a good thing.' He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me. I heard a very loud whistle from where Éomer was supposed to be. Legolas turned his head around. I turned his head back. 'What was that?'
'A bird. Maybe your pigeon.'
'Sure.'
'Uh-huh.'
'So, why were you here anyway?'
'Oh, nothing really…'
'You know, there's a dance tomorrow evening.' Let's act like I don't know. :o)
'There is?'
'Yep.'
'Cool.'
'Hey…'
'What?'
'Would you like to be my date to the dance tomorrow?'
'Of course!'
'Cool.' We just stood there a while, holding each other. Smiling, grinning, let's just call it, being very, very happy… :o)
'So I guess everybody may know now…' I said.
'Yep.'
'Want to tell them?'
'Do you?'
'Not really…'
'Me neither.'
'Let's not tell them'
'Good idea.' We kissed again. If Éomer was going to whistle again, I would turn around right now, walk into that room, break his nose, and walk back out here. That guy can be soooo annoying… Luckily for him, I didn't hear a whistle.
'Hey Legolas…'
'Yeah?'
'I'm going, I still got to pick out a dress.'
'You actually go a dress?' He got a point there… I don't have a dress…
'Uhm, uh course!'
'I didn't know that!'
'There are so many things about me you don't know…' I said as I turned around and walked to the entrance of the building.
'Are you ever going to tell me those things?' He shouted.
'Maybe.' You actually think I'm going to tell him about me being Goddess of Evil? I don't think so… I walked back into my room, opened the closet and took a look. Nope, just what I though, I don't have a dress. I sat on my bed. Now what? Were could I get a dress? At that moment, queen of the giant wardrobe, walked in. She opened the closet and took a look.
'Oh man… I have nothing to wear…' She sighed.
'For what?' I asked.
'The dance tomorrow.' I walked over to the closet. Just like a few minutes ago, hundreds of dresses.
'You've got nothing to wear? How do you mean, you've got nothing to wear? *I* have got nothing to wear!'
'You can borrow one of my gowns, if you want to.' Yeah right! Like I'm going to wear one of her old dresses. She just said so herself, none of them was good enough to wear to the dance tomorrow. How stupid does she think I am?
'No thank you.' I said coldly.
'Is there a problem?' Oh, come on! Like she didn't know!
'Yes, there is a problem. A certain spoilt stuck-up High-elven princess with an "I'm-so-great-and-mighty-and-nice-and-wonderful" attitude is my problem!' I spat. HAH! Gave her a piece of my mind! That gotta hurt.
'What have I done wrong to you that I'm your problem?' She calmly said. Come on! Don't play stupid! I know she knows! I'm getting really mad now…
'Like you don't know! You stole my boyfriend, that's what you did! Oh, and the best part: the next day you're going all Sarah Slut over him, continuously making out in front of my eyes with him, and doing things I don't even want to know when you two were alone! But let me tell you something! You never meant anything to him! He never even loved you! He just used you to make me jealous!' She started to laugh. Laugh? Laugh? Oh man, she was so dead! Elf or not, I'm going to kill her now!
'Is that what this is all about? That thing with Legolas?' I didn't answer. 'It never meant anything to me either. It was an agreement. I would help him get you back, and…'
'What did you get?' Silence. 'You got nothing. Maybe some meaningless kisses, but like I said, they're meaningless!'
'I got a friend for it.' Of come on! I know we both can't stand her! Poor Legolas… having to spend those days with her… Poor, poor Legolas… I think I'll have to cheer him up one of these days… :o)
'We never really kissed.' She continued. I knew it! I knew it! 'It was all fake, like you said yourself.'
'What about when Boromir caught you two?'
'We heard him coming. We didn't want to risk it being you, so we started faking again, and then he showed up.'
'You know what I think? You just did it to get back at Éomer. I really don't understand what he sees in you. First you keep him on a leash, then you give him what he wants, just to break up with him again and watch him die on the inside, in the meantime continuing to toy with his mind! But you know what was really disgusting? To go to the prom with one of his best friends, when you knew he was going to ask you! I know you like him, why do you keep hurting him like that?!' I shouted.
'I'm toying with his mind? Yeah sure. He's the one who ended it, or didn't he tell you that? I never wanted to hurt him, and I really don't enjoy seeing people in pain.' She shouted back at me. 'And I didn't know he was going to ask me. I wish I would've known, and then I would've waited. But to be honest, I didn't think he would, seeing how he ignored me the last couple of days.'
'It served you right that he did. But you should've seen how he reacted this morning when you fainted. He was all like "is she going to be okay" and "oh my god, not Elvea" and "I'm not letting you go alone with her Glorfindel, I'm coming with you!" and let's not forget "I'm not going to let her die, I can't bear to live without her around me!" It took Glorfindel quite a while before he made it clear to Éomer that you were going to be fine. And still he went with you to Rían. But seeing how you treat him, I don't think you deserve him, at all.' That was the truth. Éomer liked her, even tho I cannot understand why…
'Then why are you acting like you want us back together?'
'He is still one of my friends, and I don't want my friends to be unhappy, even if that means *you* being the girlfriend.' What a disgusting thought… She didn't say anything.
'Go ahead and hate me. See if I care. I only tried to help you and Legolas you know. You could be thankful, if I wouldn't have helped it may have taken a lot longer. But we'll never know that. And you're right that I hurt Éomer with it, but I never had the intention to do that. And maybe one day when we're together again, IF we're together again, you'll see that it's true, and that I really do love him. In the meantime go ahead and hate me, I really couldn't care less' yeah right! Like it really would have taken a long time for us to get back together if she wasn't there! I mean, if she wasn't there, Legolas would be single during camp, and we all know he can't do long without me, and I can't do long without him. It's just a matter of time! She walked out of the room. I guess I won. MWUHAHAHAHA!!! I sat back down on the bed. I started writing a letter to my parents. When I was done, I posted it. I hope it arrives where I want it too… I walked to the mailbox and threw the letter in. I turned around and walked back to my room. I ran into Arwen again.
'Hey, Endomiel! I was just looking for you!'
'Sure.' I sat down on my bed again.
'Yeah! You know, the other girls and I, we were thinking of going to Rivendell to buy a dress for tomorrow evening, do you want to come?' I guess I could, I needed a dress anyway, and it's not like I had anything else to do…
'Sure.'
'Okay! Come on, we're leaving now!' I grabbed my bag and walked to the stables with Arwen. I got Loome out of the meadow and jumped on. We rode to Rivendell and stopped in front of a mall-kinda-building. We walked into this store with dresses for special occasions. It was huge! Nothing like I'd ever seen before! But then again, I'd never seen an Elven shop before. I wonder, were their supermarkets like this too? Think of all the different kinds food you can get there… :o) Elvea grabbed a dress and walked into a changing booth. She came out wearing the dress. Mwuh, not too bad.
'Dear Eru…' Arwen whispered. Like, she really knows how to exaggerate.
'What is it? Is it that bad?' Oh come on… I rolled my eyes.
'No, it's beautiful… Éomer is so gonna stare his eyes out when he sees you…' Éowyn said.
'I'm not going to the dance with Éomer.' Elvea said.
'So? That doesn't mean he can't stare his eyes out…' Rosie giggled.
'So you think I should buy it?'
'You'd be pretty stupid if you didn't.' I said. So, she probably wouldn't buy it, if you catch my draft. She bought the dress. She still is stupid. :oP I grabbed a dress from the rack. Red, long sleeves, high cut, reaching to the ground, quite plain and simple actually. I tried it on. It looked pretty good, for a dress. I really, really hate dresses. Ever tried to climb a tree while wearing a dress? Believe me when I say it's not possible. I decided to buy that one.
'Endy, why that one?' Arwen asked.
'Well, I don't have a date or anything, so I don't see why I should buy a expensive dress for the dance.'
'Aww… poor Endy…' Rosie said.
'No, it's okay, I don't mind…' I smiled. I don't mind… After we all had bought a dress we went to buy some additional stuff, like make-up and jewelry and stuff like that.
'Hey guys, I need you help on this.' Elvea said. What this time?
'With what?' Éowyn said.
'Well, it's this thing, being a princess and all, I have to wear a crown or tiara to every dance, it doesn't matter which kind.' Like we care. Or, like I care. 'So I'm also supposed to wear one tomorrow, but wouldn't that be like I just want attention or something like that?' Well, DUH!!
'Uhm… I don't know. If it's what you're supposed to do, just do it. We won't mind, and I'm sure nobody else will make a problem of it' Arwen answered.
'Okay, thanks'
'Hey! Do all the royal Elves have to wear a crown or tiara to dances and parties?' I asked. If that was true, so did Legolas. A crown, okay, but a tiara… I could barely contain my laughter…
'Yeah, why?' I started to laugh.
'She'd like to she Legolas wear a tiara.' Rosie chuckled. My thoughts exactly! After that we had to help her pick the one that goes best with her dress. Like, she has 32 crowns and tiaras! I don't even have one… We went to have some lunch in a lunchroom. Very nice food :o) After that we went back to school. I hung out with Legolas the rest of the day. We talked and joked around a while, until it was dinnertime at last. We all sat down at the table where we always sit. Elvea arrived late.
'Hey Elvea, are you all right?' What's with the concern? Okay, so she fainted a few times today, it's not like she's going to die or anything like that. Boromir and Éomer had a fight. About Elvea. God, did I miss something again? What is wrong with me? I'm missing all kinds of things! ARG! I snapped out of my thoughts, to land in the middle of their fight.
'I don't blame you for wanting her you know, look at her! Besides, you're not the only guy who would love to be alone with her and have a night of fun. I've heard some seniors talking about her, and it's-' Éomer yelled.
'Not the only guy? Are you referring to yourself, Éomer?' Boromir cut in.
'You don't love her, you're just trying to use her! You're disgusting!'
'I may be disgusting, but you're avoiding the question'
'You want me to answer it? Fine. I love her. There, I said it. She's all I freakin' think about. There's not a single moment of the day she's not on my mind. She's even in my dreams, she's everywhere! I love everything about her, but you? You obviously just want something else than her love.' Éomer said, almost spitting out the words. What is wrong with these people? What happened to the normal conversation?
'STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!!!' Elvea shouted. Okay… She was seriously pissed… They were in big trouble… poor guys… 'Look at yourselves with your immature behavior! To be honest, right now you both disgust me! You don't just disgust me, you make me sick! I'd rather date Glorfindel than one of you two right now!' That's gross! Not only because he's a teacher, but also, well, he's a she! Elvea stormed out of the mess.
'What was that all about?' I asked Legolas.
'Uhm, well, Boromir asked Elvea to the dance, and Éomer wanted to take Elvea to the dance, and they got mad at each other, and well, that's actually all.'
'Oh, okay.' I continued eating my dinner. Yummy, it's… uhm… it's… high- school food?
After dinner, I sat outside with Legolas. Or actually laid. Or actually, a combination of both. Lying isn't really easy when you're up in a tree. Like always, staring up at the stars, my earplugs in my ears, listening to Amanda Marshal's 'The Sunday morning after'. His hands ran through my hair, while I wrapped my arm around his waist. It got dark quick, and was time for soon. I 'said' goodbye to Legolas and walked to my room. I started writing in my diary, and when I'm done doing that, I'm gonna go to sleep. So, I'll see you all tomorrow!
Namarië!!!
Endomiel
E/N: Hi there! I'm really, really sorry for not updating for so long!! My computer broke down, and I didn't really feel like writing either… the next chapter will be better, I swear! I'm already writing it, so expect it up somewhere, uhm… next week? Well, remember, check my site, and review!!! Buh- Bye!!
Endomiel
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine, i wish… well, except for Endomiel and a few of the other made-up characters, and, well, there's nothing to do about it… :o(
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Chapter 15: Never ever trust the mail, use a pigeon!
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The 17th of Halimath, 1384 (Shire Reckoning)
Hi people (Or elves, or hobbits, or *shiver* dwarves… *shiver*),
How're y'all doing? Sorry for not writing yesterday, I guess I forgot… oops… anyway, here I am, to tell you about today, and well, let's start!
I got up pretty early, hoping everyone would still be asleep. Legolas and I agreed on getting up early so we could spend some time together, but when I came out of my tent, Boromir, Faramir and Éomer where up too. Ah, damn! I never get things my way… I looked at the guys. What were they doing? I walked over to the table and sat down with the four of them. I guess they were playing some kind of card game. I dunno, back in the Shire we never played card-games. We did interesting things… yeah, prepared food, and ate it! Aww… food… the mere thought of it makes my stomach rumble… *grgrrrgrrgggrkkkkk* uh-oh… was that my stomach?
'Was that your stomach, Endomiel?' Faramir said. I guess it was my stomach…
'Uh… I guess so…'
'You hungry?' I looked him in the eyes. 'Never mind, stupid question.'
'You're always hungry, aren't you?' Legolas said in a tone like I was way under him. In stance, that is, of course…
'You got a problem with that?' I said on an icy tone.
'Yeah.'
'Well, then make me something to eat!'
'Do it yourself.'
'I sure will!' I stood up and walked towards the tent with food. I grabbed a box of cereal. Walked to the plates and stuff and grabbed a bowl. Walked back to the food-tent. Put the cereal box down. Poured milk in my bowl. Picked the cereal up again. 'Poured' cereal in my bowl. Threw my spoon in. Cereal everywhere, but not on me. I'm a goddess, I don't get hit by flying cereal. I walked back to the table and sat down. I started eating the cereal.
'Are you sure you should be eating that stuff?' Legolas said.
'I eat what I want to.' I mumbled.
'Don't eat the cereal. You're addicted.'
'Am not.' I said as I took another bite.
'You're going to stop eating that cereal, if you like it or not.' Legolas grabbed my bowl and pulled it away from me.
'Hey!' I shouted. 'Give me my cereal!!!' I reached over the table and tried to grab the bowl of cereal.
'You are not getting the cereal back.' He said with a cold voice.
'I am getting the cereal back. Right NOW!!' I stood up and walked to Legolas.
'You are not getting your cereal back.' WHAT THE?!?! I am getting my cereal back! Watch me! I grabbed the bowl out of his hands and walked back to my place, sat down and took a bite, chewing with my mouth open. HAH! Take that! Legolas rolled his eyes. I lifted my chin up high. I started looking around the camp. Elvea was standing in front of our tent, kind of staring at us. I really felt like sticking out my tongue at her, but I didn't. I stuck my tongue out to Legolas instead. MWUHAHAHA!!! God… I'm acting like such a baby… Oh well, at least I'm having fun!! :o)
After breakfast, we started packing our stuff. After that Glorfindel arrived and we rode back home. Somewhere along the way, Elvea fell off her horse or something like that. Panic has arrived. How I like that emotion… :o)
'O My Eru!!!' Éomer yelled. 'Elvea?????? Elveeeeeeeeeeea???'
'She's unconscious.' Glorfindel said. Like, DUH!
'Is she going to be alright?' Éomer panicked. 'She's not going to die, is she?' How stupid are humans anyway? We are elves!! *ELVES* sigh…
'Éomer, she's and Elf, Elves don't just die like that.'
'Right.' He was silent a few seconds, then, he started talking again. 'What now? I cant just let her lie there…' Glorfindel cut him off.
'I'm taking her to school, you guys just follow this road, you'll reach school, okay?'
'Sure.' I said. I wasn't going to hurry my way to school for Elvea. I'm having fun here, talking to Legolas and stuff like that.
'I'm going with you, I can't just leave her!' Éomer shouted as he jumped back on his horse and rode off with Glorfindel. And they're off! Buh-bye!! See ya later!! Finally, the teacher's gone. Freedom at last! Time for my next diabolical plan! Now, to think of one… well, the rest of the trip back to school, I talked to Legolas and thought of a new diabolical plan. Still don't have a new diabolical plan…
When I arrived back at school, I let Loome run free in the meadow next to the stables. I walked to my room. There was mail on the desk. YAY!! Mail!! With my name on it!! Mail, and it actually arrived at the right spot? It's a miracle! I opened the letter. It's form my parents! Oh, and Brent put a little note in it too. Everything was okay with them, and they hoped I was having fun in Rivendell (They don't have a clue… :o) and they say 'Hi!' to all the hobbits. Arwen walked in.
'Hi Endomiel! Hey, have you bought a dress yet?'
'A dress? Why a dress?'
'For the dance tonight.'
'Dance?' Okay… how could I've missed that?
'Yeah, a dance. You do know what that is, right?'
'Of course!'
'Well, there's a dance tomorrow evening.'
'Oh.'
'But, I gotta go, I got uh… urgent business outside.' Sure she does. Urgent business, my @$$!
I also left the room, and took a stroll through the mess. I sat down with Éomer.
'Hi Éomer.'
'Hi.' He looked depressed.
'What's wrong with you?'
'I, uhm, I haven't got a date for the dance tomorrow.' Is that a big problem? I don't have a date either…
'So? What's the problem?'
'You know, every cool guy has to have a date.' So you have to have a date to be cool or something like that? Very strange…
'And your point is… I mean, I don't have a date either.'
'That's because the guys have to ask the girls out.'
'Oh.' A few minutes of silence. 'One way or the other, I still don't have a date.'
'Someone will ask you, you're pretty.' I blushed.
'Thanks.' More minutes of silence. 'So, who do you want to ask to the dance?'
'Well… you know…'
'Well… you can tell me.'
'I wanted to ask, uhm, Elvea, but uhm, I don't know if she'll go with me.'
'Of course she'll go with you! Why wouldn't she?' he looked me into the eyes. 'Okay, I'll shut up now…'
'I could just ask her…' That's when I came up with my diabolical master plan!! (Okay, okay, it's not diabolical, and it's not really a master plan, but I guess Éomer could use some help)
'I got a plan!'
'What kind of plan?' Éomer said as he backed away a bit. What? Was he scared? My plans are good plans!! No, I mean, they're usually evil plans, but they always work! Usually… I mean, this plan cannot fail!!
'Well, the plan is, we walk over to Elvea, and you just ask her! This plan is so simple, it just can't fail!'
'You got a point there…' Éomer moved back to the spot where he was sitting before.
'Let's do it!'
'That's easy for you to say…'
'Oh, Come on, if you do that, then I'll uh… I'll uh…' What could I do?
'You'll ask Legolas out.'
'What? I'm not going to ask him out! No chance!'
'Why not?'
'For one, it's Legolas! Arrogant, annoying ugly, stuck-up elven prince! He's even worse then Elvea!' Éomer shot me a nasty look. Okay, so I shouldn't have said that. I could have known he likes her…
'Okay. That's a deal. If I ask Elvea out, you have to ask Legolas out.'
'But he's going to say no anyway.'
'So?'
'That's just pure humiliation!'
'And it isn't humiliation for me if Elvea says no?'
'No!' His eyes grew big. 'I mean, she won't say no.'
'How could you know?'
'Trust me, I know.' Okay, so I don't know, just make that guy ask her. But then again, if he asks her, I have to ask Legolas, and well, he's going to say no anyway, because we can't be together in public. Why is life so damn complicated? *Sigh*
'Okay…' Did he just say okay? Man, am I that convincing? Yay! My powers are returning!! I stood up and dragged Éomer to the hallway. I looked around the corner and saw Elvea talking to Boromir. Good, time to put my plan in action.
'Okay Éomer, there she is, come on, talk to her!'
'Uhm, well, I think I'll have something to drink first…'
'Oh no you aren't!' I dragged him over to Elvea. 'Hi Elvea! Éomer has something to ask you.'
'I do?' Éomer said.
'Yeah, you idiot, you do.' I whispered as I pushed him closer to Elvea.
'Oh, right, uhm, Elvea, doyouwanttobemydatetothedancetomorrow?' WOW! Like, that was fast! *Blink* *blink* Like, did he say everything, or did I miss some words?
'I'm sorry Éomer, but Boromir just asked me, so, maybe next time.' AH! Like, what a B*tch! I thought she liked Éomer?! Very confusing… Did I miss something again? Éomer shot Boromir a death glare witch even I could be proud of (and that's one deadly glare, I can tell you!) and he grabbed my arm and dragged me off.
'You said she wouldn't say no. You said you knew for sure. You said…'
'Éomer, I was sure!'
'Then why did she say no?'
'I don't know…'
'Now what?'
'I don't know… Uhm… Always look on the bright side of life?'
'I guess…' A grin crept over his face. 'There is one bright side to all this, now I get to see you ask Legolas out.' O Eru… Please save me… Éomer dragged me to their room. Legolas wasn't there. We walked into the room. 'Ah, there he is.' Éomer said as he looked out of the window. He dragged me outside and stopped at a corner. 'Okay, he's behind this corner, you wait here a minute, I'll go inside so I have a better view. I'll be in my room if you need me, now you go ask him out.' Nononononono… please… make the hurting stop… I waited about a minute, took a deep breath, and turned around. Now way I was going to ask Legolas on a date! I did a few steps to the entrance of the building. I turned around again. If I chicken out now, they'll all think of me like a chicken for the rest of their life! I walked back to the corner, took another deep breath, and walked out. I walked out to Legolas. He just set a pigeon free.
'What were you doing with that pigeon?' I asked.
'I'm sending a letter.'
'You don't use the mail?'
'No, it's to slow. A pigeon is the fastest way to send a letter these days.'
'Very good of you to use a pigeon.'
'How do you mean?'
'Never trust the postal system. I once had to be delivered…'
'You had to be delivered?' Uh, of course I can't tell him I myself had to be delivered… uhm..
'I had a package which had to be delivered.'
'Oh, okay.'
'And I wanted it to be delivered in Ithiliën, but it was delivered in the Old Forest in the Shire instead, damn postal service.'
'Aha.'
'Uh-huh.'
'Well, we royalty usually use pigeons. They're faster and I guess you can trust them more then the postal system.'
'So, what did you send?'
'A letter to my father.'
'Oh.'
'Yeah, he sent me a letter too telling me to come back to Mirkwood and go to school there, together with Lutetia.'
'And? What did you write back?'
'That I'm staying and I wish to break up with Lutetia.' A smile crept up my face.
'What does that mean?' I asked him.
'That means we're free to do whatever we want, because my dad knows I don't want to get married to Lutetia.'
'And that's a good thing, right?'
'Yes, that's a good thing.' He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed me. I heard a very loud whistle from where Éomer was supposed to be. Legolas turned his head around. I turned his head back. 'What was that?'
'A bird. Maybe your pigeon.'
'Sure.'
'Uh-huh.'
'So, why were you here anyway?'
'Oh, nothing really…'
'You know, there's a dance tomorrow evening.' Let's act like I don't know. :o)
'There is?'
'Yep.'
'Cool.'
'Hey…'
'What?'
'Would you like to be my date to the dance tomorrow?'
'Of course!'
'Cool.' We just stood there a while, holding each other. Smiling, grinning, let's just call it, being very, very happy… :o)
'So I guess everybody may know now…' I said.
'Yep.'
'Want to tell them?'
'Do you?'
'Not really…'
'Me neither.'
'Let's not tell them'
'Good idea.' We kissed again. If Éomer was going to whistle again, I would turn around right now, walk into that room, break his nose, and walk back out here. That guy can be soooo annoying… Luckily for him, I didn't hear a whistle.
'Hey Legolas…'
'Yeah?'
'I'm going, I still got to pick out a dress.'
'You actually go a dress?' He got a point there… I don't have a dress…
'Uhm, uh course!'
'I didn't know that!'
'There are so many things about me you don't know…' I said as I turned around and walked to the entrance of the building.
'Are you ever going to tell me those things?' He shouted.
'Maybe.' You actually think I'm going to tell him about me being Goddess of Evil? I don't think so… I walked back into my room, opened the closet and took a look. Nope, just what I though, I don't have a dress. I sat on my bed. Now what? Were could I get a dress? At that moment, queen of the giant wardrobe, walked in. She opened the closet and took a look.
'Oh man… I have nothing to wear…' She sighed.
'For what?' I asked.
'The dance tomorrow.' I walked over to the closet. Just like a few minutes ago, hundreds of dresses.
'You've got nothing to wear? How do you mean, you've got nothing to wear? *I* have got nothing to wear!'
'You can borrow one of my gowns, if you want to.' Yeah right! Like I'm going to wear one of her old dresses. She just said so herself, none of them was good enough to wear to the dance tomorrow. How stupid does she think I am?
'No thank you.' I said coldly.
'Is there a problem?' Oh, come on! Like she didn't know!
'Yes, there is a problem. A certain spoilt stuck-up High-elven princess with an "I'm-so-great-and-mighty-and-nice-and-wonderful" attitude is my problem!' I spat. HAH! Gave her a piece of my mind! That gotta hurt.
'What have I done wrong to you that I'm your problem?' She calmly said. Come on! Don't play stupid! I know she knows! I'm getting really mad now…
'Like you don't know! You stole my boyfriend, that's what you did! Oh, and the best part: the next day you're going all Sarah Slut over him, continuously making out in front of my eyes with him, and doing things I don't even want to know when you two were alone! But let me tell you something! You never meant anything to him! He never even loved you! He just used you to make me jealous!' She started to laugh. Laugh? Laugh? Oh man, she was so dead! Elf or not, I'm going to kill her now!
'Is that what this is all about? That thing with Legolas?' I didn't answer. 'It never meant anything to me either. It was an agreement. I would help him get you back, and…'
'What did you get?' Silence. 'You got nothing. Maybe some meaningless kisses, but like I said, they're meaningless!'
'I got a friend for it.' Of come on! I know we both can't stand her! Poor Legolas… having to spend those days with her… Poor, poor Legolas… I think I'll have to cheer him up one of these days… :o)
'We never really kissed.' She continued. I knew it! I knew it! 'It was all fake, like you said yourself.'
'What about when Boromir caught you two?'
'We heard him coming. We didn't want to risk it being you, so we started faking again, and then he showed up.'
'You know what I think? You just did it to get back at Éomer. I really don't understand what he sees in you. First you keep him on a leash, then you give him what he wants, just to break up with him again and watch him die on the inside, in the meantime continuing to toy with his mind! But you know what was really disgusting? To go to the prom with one of his best friends, when you knew he was going to ask you! I know you like him, why do you keep hurting him like that?!' I shouted.
'I'm toying with his mind? Yeah sure. He's the one who ended it, or didn't he tell you that? I never wanted to hurt him, and I really don't enjoy seeing people in pain.' She shouted back at me. 'And I didn't know he was going to ask me. I wish I would've known, and then I would've waited. But to be honest, I didn't think he would, seeing how he ignored me the last couple of days.'
'It served you right that he did. But you should've seen how he reacted this morning when you fainted. He was all like "is she going to be okay" and "oh my god, not Elvea" and "I'm not letting you go alone with her Glorfindel, I'm coming with you!" and let's not forget "I'm not going to let her die, I can't bear to live without her around me!" It took Glorfindel quite a while before he made it clear to Éomer that you were going to be fine. And still he went with you to Rían. But seeing how you treat him, I don't think you deserve him, at all.' That was the truth. Éomer liked her, even tho I cannot understand why…
'Then why are you acting like you want us back together?'
'He is still one of my friends, and I don't want my friends to be unhappy, even if that means *you* being the girlfriend.' What a disgusting thought… She didn't say anything.
'Go ahead and hate me. See if I care. I only tried to help you and Legolas you know. You could be thankful, if I wouldn't have helped it may have taken a lot longer. But we'll never know that. And you're right that I hurt Éomer with it, but I never had the intention to do that. And maybe one day when we're together again, IF we're together again, you'll see that it's true, and that I really do love him. In the meantime go ahead and hate me, I really couldn't care less' yeah right! Like it really would have taken a long time for us to get back together if she wasn't there! I mean, if she wasn't there, Legolas would be single during camp, and we all know he can't do long without me, and I can't do long without him. It's just a matter of time! She walked out of the room. I guess I won. MWUHAHAHAHA!!! I sat back down on the bed. I started writing a letter to my parents. When I was done, I posted it. I hope it arrives where I want it too… I walked to the mailbox and threw the letter in. I turned around and walked back to my room. I ran into Arwen again.
'Hey, Endomiel! I was just looking for you!'
'Sure.' I sat down on my bed again.
'Yeah! You know, the other girls and I, we were thinking of going to Rivendell to buy a dress for tomorrow evening, do you want to come?' I guess I could, I needed a dress anyway, and it's not like I had anything else to do…
'Sure.'
'Okay! Come on, we're leaving now!' I grabbed my bag and walked to the stables with Arwen. I got Loome out of the meadow and jumped on. We rode to Rivendell and stopped in front of a mall-kinda-building. We walked into this store with dresses for special occasions. It was huge! Nothing like I'd ever seen before! But then again, I'd never seen an Elven shop before. I wonder, were their supermarkets like this too? Think of all the different kinds food you can get there… :o) Elvea grabbed a dress and walked into a changing booth. She came out wearing the dress. Mwuh, not too bad.
'Dear Eru…' Arwen whispered. Like, she really knows how to exaggerate.
'What is it? Is it that bad?' Oh come on… I rolled my eyes.
'No, it's beautiful… Éomer is so gonna stare his eyes out when he sees you…' Éowyn said.
'I'm not going to the dance with Éomer.' Elvea said.
'So? That doesn't mean he can't stare his eyes out…' Rosie giggled.
'So you think I should buy it?'
'You'd be pretty stupid if you didn't.' I said. So, she probably wouldn't buy it, if you catch my draft. She bought the dress. She still is stupid. :oP I grabbed a dress from the rack. Red, long sleeves, high cut, reaching to the ground, quite plain and simple actually. I tried it on. It looked pretty good, for a dress. I really, really hate dresses. Ever tried to climb a tree while wearing a dress? Believe me when I say it's not possible. I decided to buy that one.
'Endy, why that one?' Arwen asked.
'Well, I don't have a date or anything, so I don't see why I should buy a expensive dress for the dance.'
'Aww… poor Endy…' Rosie said.
'No, it's okay, I don't mind…' I smiled. I don't mind… After we all had bought a dress we went to buy some additional stuff, like make-up and jewelry and stuff like that.
'Hey guys, I need you help on this.' Elvea said. What this time?
'With what?' Éowyn said.
'Well, it's this thing, being a princess and all, I have to wear a crown or tiara to every dance, it doesn't matter which kind.' Like we care. Or, like I care. 'So I'm also supposed to wear one tomorrow, but wouldn't that be like I just want attention or something like that?' Well, DUH!!
'Uhm… I don't know. If it's what you're supposed to do, just do it. We won't mind, and I'm sure nobody else will make a problem of it' Arwen answered.
'Okay, thanks'
'Hey! Do all the royal Elves have to wear a crown or tiara to dances and parties?' I asked. If that was true, so did Legolas. A crown, okay, but a tiara… I could barely contain my laughter…
'Yeah, why?' I started to laugh.
'She'd like to she Legolas wear a tiara.' Rosie chuckled. My thoughts exactly! After that we had to help her pick the one that goes best with her dress. Like, she has 32 crowns and tiaras! I don't even have one… We went to have some lunch in a lunchroom. Very nice food :o) After that we went back to school. I hung out with Legolas the rest of the day. We talked and joked around a while, until it was dinnertime at last. We all sat down at the table where we always sit. Elvea arrived late.
'Hey Elvea, are you all right?' What's with the concern? Okay, so she fainted a few times today, it's not like she's going to die or anything like that. Boromir and Éomer had a fight. About Elvea. God, did I miss something again? What is wrong with me? I'm missing all kinds of things! ARG! I snapped out of my thoughts, to land in the middle of their fight.
'I don't blame you for wanting her you know, look at her! Besides, you're not the only guy who would love to be alone with her and have a night of fun. I've heard some seniors talking about her, and it's-' Éomer yelled.
'Not the only guy? Are you referring to yourself, Éomer?' Boromir cut in.
'You don't love her, you're just trying to use her! You're disgusting!'
'I may be disgusting, but you're avoiding the question'
'You want me to answer it? Fine. I love her. There, I said it. She's all I freakin' think about. There's not a single moment of the day she's not on my mind. She's even in my dreams, she's everywhere! I love everything about her, but you? You obviously just want something else than her love.' Éomer said, almost spitting out the words. What is wrong with these people? What happened to the normal conversation?
'STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!!!' Elvea shouted. Okay… She was seriously pissed… They were in big trouble… poor guys… 'Look at yourselves with your immature behavior! To be honest, right now you both disgust me! You don't just disgust me, you make me sick! I'd rather date Glorfindel than one of you two right now!' That's gross! Not only because he's a teacher, but also, well, he's a she! Elvea stormed out of the mess.
'What was that all about?' I asked Legolas.
'Uhm, well, Boromir asked Elvea to the dance, and Éomer wanted to take Elvea to the dance, and they got mad at each other, and well, that's actually all.'
'Oh, okay.' I continued eating my dinner. Yummy, it's… uhm… it's… high- school food?
After dinner, I sat outside with Legolas. Or actually laid. Or actually, a combination of both. Lying isn't really easy when you're up in a tree. Like always, staring up at the stars, my earplugs in my ears, listening to Amanda Marshal's 'The Sunday morning after'. His hands ran through my hair, while I wrapped my arm around his waist. It got dark quick, and was time for soon. I 'said' goodbye to Legolas and walked to my room. I started writing in my diary, and when I'm done doing that, I'm gonna go to sleep. So, I'll see you all tomorrow!
Namarië!!!
Endomiel
E/N: Hi there! I'm really, really sorry for not updating for so long!! My computer broke down, and I didn't really feel like writing either… the next chapter will be better, I swear! I'm already writing it, so expect it up somewhere, uhm… next week? Well, remember, check my site, and review!!! Buh- Bye!!
Endomiel