Solitude part III - Somber
Disclaimer:
Legolas and Arwen ain't mine ( I wish ) and the rest of the LOTR characters. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Don't bother suing cuz you won't get even a cent from me! Mwahhaa.
This would be the sideline of Chapter 2, sort of. This would be in Legolas' point of view when he met Arwen, and I will take on after that. All right, enjoy!
Somber
Something disturbed the prince's peaceful slumber beside the small lake that he was sleeping on. His acute elven ears twitched, there was something or someone approaching. This was peculiar since only Legolas dared and chose to step in the forest without a companion or a guard. He instantly woke up after groaning for a moment, mumbling to himself. He instinctively grabbed for his quiver of arrows.
His eyes were tired from his previous sleeping and whilst he was running in the woods he was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
The prince heard a powerful neigh and rustling of leaves. He took an arrow from the quiver that was attached to his back and he walked up to where the noise was coming from. He saw a white majestic horse, and a.
A LADY!?
Legolas was confused, why would a lady come to the southern region of the Greenwood forest? Was she insane? And without an escort too.
The girl was too hard to see, even with his gifted eyesight. The leaves and the twigs brushed against his face, and occasionally poked his eyeballs, Legolas grumbled in annoyance. He didn't want to make noises in succeeding of scaring her off, it would be instant death for her for sure if she was to run away and disturb the currently sleeping beasts of the southern woods.
He paced around in a radius in which the girl and her horse were at. After he settled himself in a more comfortable spot he can finally see the girl.
The girl tucked a bundle of brown hair behind her ears.
'Was she an elf?'
He examined her carefully, long chocolate brown hair tied up in a relaxed but elegant bun, some loose curled tendrils hung loosely around her face. She was of exquisite beauty, and Legolas blinked, awed at the sight that stood proudly in front of him.
She was different from the flavor he had always seen in court. Women in and outside the palace had long blond hair, but this girl had mahogany hair, her shiny tresses glinted under the rays of the sun, giving it a lovely reddish hue.
The maiden stopped from her tracks whispering phrases he couldn't hear to her horse's ears, she then unsheathed her sword to his surprise. He froze.
She noticed me. A lady with a sword? This is quite interesting.
He cursed some elvish words under his breath.
Dolle naa lost ( your head is empty) Legolas, you are stupid. He said to himself, he crouched down while he pointed his bow towards her head, he let go of the arrow intentionally close to her head, but also not close enough to kill her.
The horse was sent into wild shock and the lady dodged his shot as he expected.
"Who are you? Come out and show yourself!" she yelled. He looked at her face, she didn't look scared, but he can tell that she was surprised. She was looking in every direction, Legolas figured that she didn't expect the arrow, and she didn't know where it came from.
He stepped in front of the bushes which was relief for him since it was irritating his skin for awhile.
"Who am I? Why? I should be asking you that question." He thought outloud, he walked up to her, his bow still in his grasp, and firmly pointed towards her head.
He can finally see a clearer view of the maiden, she was even more lovelier up close. Her eyes was a soft tone of blue like the sunset clouds. Her lips full and pink, cheekbones high and proud. She was much shorter than his tall height, her head barely leveled with his shoulders, nevertheless she stood proud and tall. Her body slim but voluptuous. Her tight riding dress showed a lot of her curves.
He marveled her loveliness then he watched in confusion as she started to stutter and her poise crumbled upon looking at him.
"I. I. --" She stammered in lost with words. He lowered his bow and took the lady's silence as an opportunity to examine her small frame again by encircling her once more. He couldn't get enough of this exquisite creature that was in front of him.
"I have never seen something quite like you before," he paused, " You are an elf, I can see, but you do not have blond hair, is something wrong with your blood?" he continued, with questioning eyes.
Her response was what the poor prince last expected. He cringed as the maiden's face turned from a lovely hue of pink to a dark shade of red which resulted from her unsuspected anger.
"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 screamed at him, her left hands clenched in a tight fist and her knuckles turned to white.
An unanticipated flying hand striked his left cheeks, hard.
The prince grunted from the pain and also because his left cheek was emitting an extreme amount of sting. He touched his reddening face, confused by her violence.
"My lady, I do not know why you are so mad, I don't see why you are so hurt and insulte--" he shrunk, he managed to hit a nerve again as the girl's face looked like it was about to blow.
"Oooh! I have had enough. You.. YOU! deserve a hard slap on the head!" She jumped on him, letting all her anger out by repeatedly pounding on his weary and extremely sore head.
Legolas moaned while he gripped the sides of her body and holds her up trying to stop her from causing him physical pain. The girl paused, but in time she started squirming away from the strong grip that he has on her petite body.
"Lady!" he wheezed, "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."
To his surprise she ceased berating him, he watched with a weary smile whilst the dark haired beauty fixed her wrinkled clothes. She straightened her composure, then unexpectedly smacked him again hard on the face.
"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!" She raged again, proud to bear her family's name.
Despite the hell that the lady has been inflicting him, he admired her. Her spirit, determination and pride. All the factors that the people and father wished he was.
He sighed, accepting wholly his rudeness, "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 apologizes solemnly, and bows." He carefully picked his words, expecting any responses from the hardened girl.
The prince did not know how to deal with strangers especially, a fiery lady such as this one. He has never had a decent conversation with an individual before. He hung his head in shame, maybe they were right, he was truly not fit to be a prince.
He bowed in front of her, solemnly asking for pardon. There is no point fighting with her, He has a weakened soul, and she was right to begin with.
Lady Arwen pressed on as if to intimidate him, "You don't talk to nobody else? Just your father? Why is that, don't you have any friends?"
There was pity in her underlying her words, he can tell, and by this he never felt more sorry for himself. He never had any friends, and probably never will.
Legolas lowered his head, "No, I do not," he spoke in a straight tone. He looked up to see her face, basking in her ethereal beauty. Admiring her.
He looked at her, straight in the eyes, he can see something in her eyes, something he has never seen before.
Concern? . Maybe..
She bothered listening to him, and didn't call him pathetic when he let her beat him without putting up a fight.
He cleared his throat, "However, I may not have friends, but I do want to make peace with you." Legolas flashed her a wry smile. As if he anticipated a sick joke to come from her.
"What is your name?" Arwen asked him, her eyes locked with his in a steady gaze. The prince squirmed uncomfortably under her stare. He wasn't ready to answer her question. He didn't want to tell her his real identity as the prince of GreenWood the great, it would be too much of a shame, a disgrace. He was known all over the kingdom as a cowardly and a good for nothing. She raised an eyebrow at him, pressuring him to answer.
"Goli."
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end of part III peace!
R E V I E W !!!!!! PLEASE.
Disclaimer:
Legolas and Arwen ain't mine ( I wish ) and the rest of the LOTR characters. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Don't bother suing cuz you won't get even a cent from me! Mwahhaa.
This would be the sideline of Chapter 2, sort of. This would be in Legolas' point of view when he met Arwen, and I will take on after that. All right, enjoy!
Somber
Something disturbed the prince's peaceful slumber beside the small lake that he was sleeping on. His acute elven ears twitched, there was something or someone approaching. This was peculiar since only Legolas dared and chose to step in the forest without a companion or a guard. He instantly woke up after groaning for a moment, mumbling to himself. He instinctively grabbed for his quiver of arrows.
His eyes were tired from his previous sleeping and whilst he was running in the woods he was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
The prince heard a powerful neigh and rustling of leaves. He took an arrow from the quiver that was attached to his back and he walked up to where the noise was coming from. He saw a white majestic horse, and a.
A LADY!?
Legolas was confused, why would a lady come to the southern region of the Greenwood forest? Was she insane? And without an escort too.
The girl was too hard to see, even with his gifted eyesight. The leaves and the twigs brushed against his face, and occasionally poked his eyeballs, Legolas grumbled in annoyance. He didn't want to make noises in succeeding of scaring her off, it would be instant death for her for sure if she was to run away and disturb the currently sleeping beasts of the southern woods.
He paced around in a radius in which the girl and her horse were at. After he settled himself in a more comfortable spot he can finally see the girl.
The girl tucked a bundle of brown hair behind her ears.
'Was she an elf?'
He examined her carefully, long chocolate brown hair tied up in a relaxed but elegant bun, some loose curled tendrils hung loosely around her face. She was of exquisite beauty, and Legolas blinked, awed at the sight that stood proudly in front of him.
She was different from the flavor he had always seen in court. Women in and outside the palace had long blond hair, but this girl had mahogany hair, her shiny tresses glinted under the rays of the sun, giving it a lovely reddish hue.
The maiden stopped from her tracks whispering phrases he couldn't hear to her horse's ears, she then unsheathed her sword to his surprise. He froze.
She noticed me. A lady with a sword? This is quite interesting.
He cursed some elvish words under his breath.
Dolle naa lost ( your head is empty) Legolas, you are stupid. He said to himself, he crouched down while he pointed his bow towards her head, he let go of the arrow intentionally close to her head, but also not close enough to kill her.
The horse was sent into wild shock and the lady dodged his shot as he expected.
"Who are you? Come out and show yourself!" she yelled. He looked at her face, she didn't look scared, but he can tell that she was surprised. She was looking in every direction, Legolas figured that she didn't expect the arrow, and she didn't know where it came from.
He stepped in front of the bushes which was relief for him since it was irritating his skin for awhile.
"Who am I? Why? I should be asking you that question." He thought outloud, he walked up to her, his bow still in his grasp, and firmly pointed towards her head.
He can finally see a clearer view of the maiden, she was even more lovelier up close. Her eyes was a soft tone of blue like the sunset clouds. Her lips full and pink, cheekbones high and proud. She was much shorter than his tall height, her head barely leveled with his shoulders, nevertheless she stood proud and tall. Her body slim but voluptuous. Her tight riding dress showed a lot of her curves.
He marveled her loveliness then he watched in confusion as she started to stutter and her poise crumbled upon looking at him.
"I. I. --" She stammered in lost with words. He lowered his bow and took the lady's silence as an opportunity to examine her small frame again by encircling her once more. He couldn't get enough of this exquisite creature that was in front of him.
"I have never seen something quite like you before," he paused, " You are an elf, I can see, but you do not have blond hair, is something wrong with your blood?" he continued, with questioning eyes.
Her response was what the poor prince last expected. He cringed as the maiden's face turned from a lovely hue of pink to a dark shade of red which resulted from her unsuspected anger.
"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 screamed at him, her left hands clenched in a tight fist and her knuckles turned to white.
An unanticipated flying hand striked his left cheeks, hard.
The prince grunted from the pain and also because his left cheek was emitting an extreme amount of sting. He touched his reddening face, confused by her violence.
"My lady, I do not know why you are so mad, I don't see why you are so hurt and insulte--" he shrunk, he managed to hit a nerve again as the girl's face looked like it was about to blow.
"Oooh! I have had enough. You.. YOU! deserve a hard slap on the head!" She jumped on him, letting all her anger out by repeatedly pounding on his weary and extremely sore head.
Legolas moaned while he gripped the sides of her body and holds her up trying to stop her from causing him physical pain. The girl paused, but in time she started squirming away from the strong grip that he has on her petite body.
"Lady!" he wheezed, "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."
To his surprise she ceased berating him, he watched with a weary smile whilst the dark haired beauty fixed her wrinkled clothes. She straightened her composure, then unexpectedly smacked him again hard on the face.
"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!" She raged again, proud to bear her family's name.
Despite the hell that the lady has been inflicting him, he admired her. Her spirit, determination and pride. All the factors that the people and father wished he was.
He sighed, accepting wholly his rudeness, "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 apologizes solemnly, and bows." He carefully picked his words, expecting any responses from the hardened girl.
The prince did not know how to deal with strangers especially, a fiery lady such as this one. He has never had a decent conversation with an individual before. He hung his head in shame, maybe they were right, he was truly not fit to be a prince.
He bowed in front of her, solemnly asking for pardon. There is no point fighting with her, He has a weakened soul, and she was right to begin with.
Lady Arwen pressed on as if to intimidate him, "You don't talk to nobody else? Just your father? Why is that, don't you have any friends?"
There was pity in her underlying her words, he can tell, and by this he never felt more sorry for himself. He never had any friends, and probably never will.
Legolas lowered his head, "No, I do not," he spoke in a straight tone. He looked up to see her face, basking in her ethereal beauty. Admiring her.
He looked at her, straight in the eyes, he can see something in her eyes, something he has never seen before.
Concern? . Maybe..
She bothered listening to him, and didn't call him pathetic when he let her beat him without putting up a fight.
He cleared his throat, "However, I may not have friends, but I do want to make peace with you." Legolas flashed her a wry smile. As if he anticipated a sick joke to come from her.
"What is your name?" Arwen asked him, her eyes locked with his in a steady gaze. The prince squirmed uncomfortably under her stare. He wasn't ready to answer her question. He didn't want to tell her his real identity as the prince of GreenWood the great, it would be too much of a shame, a disgrace. He was known all over the kingdom as a cowardly and a good for nothing. She raised an eyebrow at him, pressuring him to answer.
"Goli."
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end of part III peace!
R E V I E W !!!!!! PLEASE.