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Part II : silence ( REVISED )

Artemis let out a powerful neigh and halted at the eerie entrance of the large clumps of spiritless trees. Arwen looked around as a cold shudder escaped her throat, she clutched tighter at the reins of her chalky hued horse. The forest looked remarkably dead and lifeless, it was cold yes, however the more she rode away from the kingdom it was getting warmer, she must be going south. Hopefully she would find a river nearby so she can swim. She missed Rivendell and its clear blue rivers and she longed to see one to deprive her the yearning of coming back home.


She urged Artemis to speed up. She noticed that small twigs and branches left a mark in her face and probably ripped parts of her dress, she cursed under her breath, her father wouldn't be so happy to see her with scratches on her face and her dress ripped apart.


The further Arwen and her steed went deeper into the forest the leaves started to show itself, and more greens are evident. This was no longer some dead forest, the trees were tall and its leaves and thick branches covered the sight of the sun and clouds.


Arwen whispered elven words in the horse's ears and Artemis stops. She set herself to wander around the thick woods, she sniffed around the air. She could smell a body of water around here. She pulled on her horse and hiked in search of a river.


Then she paused in her tracks. Something was bothering her sensitive ears. Something was lurking behind the bushes, surrounding her and Artemis. Her breathing becomes strained and labored as she unsheathe her sword, she put her fingers on her lips as if to silence her horse and to soothe him. Artemis was sensing something too, and she didn't want to frighten him, all she would lastly need right now was a horse thrashing around, making the situation worst.


She concentrated her sense of hearing in an attempt to try and identify the creature who was encircling and closing on them. This creature was quick, she observed, it's very hard to sense him. To her surprise and shock an unexpected arrow flew from out of nowhere almost hitting her head. To add more dismay Artemis started beating on its hooves and was sent into a wild frenzy.


"Who are you? Come out and show yourself!" She yelled in every direction not knowing who she is talking to, her pointed and gleaming sword in her hands, wavering.


She didn't know how to feel, scared, excited, or only shock. NO. She was not frightened, she wanted this adventure, and she was armed, everything will be all right.


'Everything will be all right. Everything will be all right . Everything will be allright' she repeated to herself over and over again like a mantra.


She can tell she is not dealing with a normal creature, it's fast, and the arrow that almost hit her head was accurate, if she hadn't moved she would have gotten killed. An Orc maybe? A goblin? Dwarf? Or some ugly sinister looking beast?


A light voice and a slight ruffle of the bushes broke her musings. She looked up, alarmed. That definitely did not sound like some sinister looking beast.


Like a soft music


"Who am I? Why? I should be asking you that question."

And there it revealed to her, she gulped, but the handle of her blade was still in her hands not dropping.


it was an elf just like herself but different.



Not a bad looking elf at that. Hell he's far from that. She thought. He had long blond hair, and his hair on the sides was neatly braided. His eyes were a deep pool of beautiful dark blue, She found herself swimming.


This man -- no. .. boy, was tall, slim and lithe, he did not look dangerous at all. She was unconsciously smiling. 'his looks are lethal though...' His appearance was gentle, sweet, beautiful, and alluring. His physique was strong yet as the same time delicate. she never thought her eyes would land on something so beautiful. He's not handsome. Yet,


he's beautiful


"I I" Arwen stumbled. trying to put the right words in her mouth, she was speechless at his utterly angelic face.


The wood elf lowered down his bow and his arrow, bewildered at her staring at him.


As if in a trance, her weapon drops, and her steady gaze was interrupted when he starts encircling her.


What the? What is he doing?


"I have never seen something quiet like you before," the wood-elf spoke, breaking the silence.


"You are an elf, I can see, but you do not have blond hair, is something wrong with your blood?" he questioned, the sincerity in his eyes shows innocence.


Arwen was taken aback, this 'mild and nice looking elf', is impolite, and he may look "pure" but his words definitely deceives his looks! How dare he say that about me! Is he just plain dumb or uneducated? He has never seen an elf like me? Where has he been!?


"OH! The nerve of you! Nothing is wrong with my blood you-you. insolent-- IMP! You are the most rudest elf I have ever encountered in my whole life!" She fumed, and she slapped his face with full force.


Her face was red with rage. Nobody had insulted her before in her life, and to think that she was praising his oh-so-good looks in her mind! Not only did he offend her but also her whole kin! Oh, now this ELF is as good as an ORC!


The blond elf looked puzzled as he touched his reddened and inflamed cheeks. "My lady, I do not know why you are so angry, I don't see why you are hurt and insulte--"


"Oooh! I have had enough. You.. YOU! deserve a hard slap on the head!" She leapt on him, delivering a powerful blow on the center of his face and she continued berating on his head, insanely driven by rage.


'I don't care if I ruin his face, this- this ORC deserves it!'


Arwen stopped. She mentally checked herself and her position, her eyes widens. She screamed at the top of her lungs, this just adds more fuel to her anger. She was not on top of him anymore, beating him up, but she was hanging on the air, the elf holding her up to get away from the physical pain she has been giving him. She flailed her arms and legs around to escape the strong grip on her body.


"Lady!" He desperately said catching up to his breath, "I did not mean to insult you, I just meant, I have never seen an elf like your kind before, much less a beauty that surpasses yours! Please, stop inflicting damage on my already battered face."

She paused, his compliments making her face flush different shades of red, he dropped her on the ground clumsily.

The lady dusted her dress and straightened the wrinkled fabric before flexing her backbone.


Then she smacked him again on the head.


"You! You! Compliments won't get you nowhere, you do not insult my blood! I am the daughter of Lord Elrond, the ruler of Rivendell. I am Arwen Undomiel and I will not tolerate anybody degrading my kin, we are respected elves in the middle Earth, we hold our heads up high!"


"I am deeply sorry Lady Arwen, but I did not mean to be rude. I just haven't experienced talking to somebody else, only my father, pardon my actions, it's not justified. I accept your outburst, and I accept my mistakes." He apologized solemnly, and bows.


Arwen was still cautious, and cocked her head at him. "You don't talk to nobody else? Just your father? Why is that, don't you have any friends?"


The elf lowered his head. "No, I do not," he raised his head to meet her gaze, "However, I may not have friends, but I do want to make peace with you." He offered with a heartfelt smile.


"What is your name?" She questioned, intrigued by him.


He stiffened, and was silent for awhile. She raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at him, confused.


Finally he spoke. "My name is Goli."

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à (January 03, 2003) This Chapter is incredibly short, and I apologize for that. I wrote this real fast , I will proofread it again later today. I have to go out soon =) Again Review, positive comments and constructive criticisms inspires me. Thank you!

-- (January 08, 2003) OK, this chapter was proofread, hopefully, the grammar mistakes has been corrected . I am still in search of a proof-reader, if you are interested email me at stylin_bebe_604@hotmail.com . I thank Ely Siriar for her constructive criticism, mwuah girl! You inspired me to edit my chapter 2! And to all the readers and reviewers, you guys are the best, don't be shy to point out any mistakes big or little, it will make me write better!