DENG! Part IV already!? 2 chapters in one day!? I'm on a roll baby! Read
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Part IV : At Ease
Legolas mentally slapped himself. Nadorhuan ! (Cowardly dog) Goli?! The name exceeds the definition of stupidity. He should've thought of something better.
.But then again, so was Legolas. he thought to himself, he had always hated his name, it sounded "dumb".
Arwen suppressed and choked back a snicker. "Goli? That is an uncommon name for an elf!"
"Yes, I guess it is," he responded with a weak smile.
The lady peered over his bow and arrow, "Are you any good with that?"
"It is my most favored weapon, asides from a dagger. They are much easier to wield rather than dealing with a tiring sword. It's a swift and easy kill." He replied thoughtfully fingering his wooden bow.
"A sword is most definitely not tiring, if you only handled it as good as me I assure you that you will find it comparable to your bow if not even better," she retaliated back to him, feeling that he was belittling her again.
"Neither weapons are better than each other. When I said swords are tiring, I did not mean I didn't like it."
"Your mind games are truly puzzling me. Regarding on what you said what do you expect me to think?"
He leaned his back on a tree coolly. "Lady, my ability with a bow and an arrow does not neglect my skills with a sword. I merely said that I prefer light weapons because it does not strip me much energy in compare with a tiring sword, as I stated earlier." He put his hands inside his pockets, "furthermore," he continued "I can't stand the sight of my sword dripping with blood."
"You think too much of your bloody self," Arwen muttered, agitated by his response.
He crossed his arms across his chest, "I seem to get into your nerves again milady, it wonders me if I shall ever entertain you without being snapped at." Legolas uttered, he was growing tired of Arwen's sharp comments.
"Well, we seem to be floating in the same boat," she responded glaring at him. "In any event," the lady proceeded, flipping her brown hair airily "A sword is way better than some pathetic bow and arrow."
He grinned watching her in amusement.
She seems to have some feminine bones in her body after all.
"Lle maa quel. (you look good)" He breathed, adoring the way her hair shown under the rays of sun.
Arwen's heart quickened and blushed, but looked away.
I don't want that stupid and ill-mannered elf get the best of me!
"Lle lakwenien? (are you joking me?)" She laughed nervously not wanting him to look at her embarrassed and delighted state.
The blond elf swallowed a lump in his throat and changed the subject. "So. You are of noble lineage am I correct?"
The brunette's heart sunk, she wanted more compliments from this beautiful elf in front of her, but she dared not to say anything.
"Yes, I am." She replied looking down at her shoes as if it was fascinating and the only thing she can look at."
"Mankoi (why)?" she asked. "Are you a commoner?"
Legolas looked around, not wanting to look at her straight in the eyes for his eyes might tell her something that will betray what he is going to say. "Yes, Saesa omentien lle (pleasure meeting you). My eyes has never laid upon a royalty." He lied, focusing his eyes on her horse.
Arwen blinked at him. "I can tell from your body language that you are not what you are facing up to be."
He stiffened, but remained to his original name and identity.
"I have told you Lady Arwen. My name is Goli and I am a commoner, in which part of that do you think I lie?"
The girl just stood with her hands on her side, "I don't know. But I know this, there is something about you that is not what you claim to be. I do not know why you have to lie about your identity."
"I am not lying about my identity! And even if I am 'tis none of your concerns. You do not know me, and once you get to know me you will wish that you never got to know me."
Arwen stood aghast at his unexpected outburst.
"Peace, be at ease. I didn't mean to probe your character. And.and. don't think that about yourself. I wish to get to know you." She said sincerely, calming him down by caressing his tensed face, tracing the fine lines of his eyebrows.
"You seem to show a lot of promise. You are just not used to talking to people, and I understand why you are the way you are. I have never encountered someone with your qualities before so withdrawn, yet at the same time strong and proud."
She stopped. "Oh, I am sorry," she giggled, "I don't know what I am saying. I am making no sense at all!"
But Legolas put a finger to her lips. "It surprises me that you know this much about me and understand me when we just met. Nobody has ever done that to me before, I have always been an outcast."
He stepped back from her finally aware of their closeness. He smiled awkwardly.
"I must be boring you. I don't know what came over me, please excuse me. You are a stranger to me, I have been taught not to talk to stranger much less seek advice to one."
Arwen laughed, "You amuse me Goli. Your innocence is too much for your age."
Legolas quirked his head at her. "I am taking that as 'bad'," he frowned.
"How old are you?"
"I am young for an elf." He responded, avoiding to answer the question.
"So am I, but I am asking for an age. That is what I am asking."
"I am to turn 21." He finally said. "And that is the truth, I am not being dishonest. What about you?"
"I am to turn 18 this spring."
"The day when you turn 18 is important for a she-elf especially with your high status." He commented.
"The same goes for you, when are you turning 21?"
"Not for a commoner such as myself. It will be nothing, I have never celebrated birthdays, I believe it is nonsense especially for an elf that will never age after he hits 21."
"But you have not reached 21 yet. When is your birthday?" She asks, getting frustrated. It always takes a long time for him to answer her questions, its as if he was trying to ignore them.
The prince looked at her straight in the eyes, "I am to turn 21 tonight my lady."
Disclaimer: They ain't mine don't bother. All LOTR Characters © J.R.R. Tolkien
Part IV : At Ease
Legolas mentally slapped himself. Nadorhuan ! (Cowardly dog) Goli?! The name exceeds the definition of stupidity. He should've thought of something better.
.But then again, so was Legolas. he thought to himself, he had always hated his name, it sounded "dumb".
Arwen suppressed and choked back a snicker. "Goli? That is an uncommon name for an elf!"
"Yes, I guess it is," he responded with a weak smile.
The lady peered over his bow and arrow, "Are you any good with that?"
"It is my most favored weapon, asides from a dagger. They are much easier to wield rather than dealing with a tiring sword. It's a swift and easy kill." He replied thoughtfully fingering his wooden bow.
"A sword is most definitely not tiring, if you only handled it as good as me I assure you that you will find it comparable to your bow if not even better," she retaliated back to him, feeling that he was belittling her again.
"Neither weapons are better than each other. When I said swords are tiring, I did not mean I didn't like it."
"Your mind games are truly puzzling me. Regarding on what you said what do you expect me to think?"
He leaned his back on a tree coolly. "Lady, my ability with a bow and an arrow does not neglect my skills with a sword. I merely said that I prefer light weapons because it does not strip me much energy in compare with a tiring sword, as I stated earlier." He put his hands inside his pockets, "furthermore," he continued "I can't stand the sight of my sword dripping with blood."
"You think too much of your bloody self," Arwen muttered, agitated by his response.
He crossed his arms across his chest, "I seem to get into your nerves again milady, it wonders me if I shall ever entertain you without being snapped at." Legolas uttered, he was growing tired of Arwen's sharp comments.
"Well, we seem to be floating in the same boat," she responded glaring at him. "In any event," the lady proceeded, flipping her brown hair airily "A sword is way better than some pathetic bow and arrow."
He grinned watching her in amusement.
She seems to have some feminine bones in her body after all.
"Lle maa quel. (you look good)" He breathed, adoring the way her hair shown under the rays of sun.
Arwen's heart quickened and blushed, but looked away.
I don't want that stupid and ill-mannered elf get the best of me!
"Lle lakwenien? (are you joking me?)" She laughed nervously not wanting him to look at her embarrassed and delighted state.
The blond elf swallowed a lump in his throat and changed the subject. "So. You are of noble lineage am I correct?"
The brunette's heart sunk, she wanted more compliments from this beautiful elf in front of her, but she dared not to say anything.
"Yes, I am." She replied looking down at her shoes as if it was fascinating and the only thing she can look at."
"Mankoi (why)?" she asked. "Are you a commoner?"
Legolas looked around, not wanting to look at her straight in the eyes for his eyes might tell her something that will betray what he is going to say. "Yes, Saesa omentien lle (pleasure meeting you). My eyes has never laid upon a royalty." He lied, focusing his eyes on her horse.
Arwen blinked at him. "I can tell from your body language that you are not what you are facing up to be."
He stiffened, but remained to his original name and identity.
"I have told you Lady Arwen. My name is Goli and I am a commoner, in which part of that do you think I lie?"
The girl just stood with her hands on her side, "I don't know. But I know this, there is something about you that is not what you claim to be. I do not know why you have to lie about your identity."
"I am not lying about my identity! And even if I am 'tis none of your concerns. You do not know me, and once you get to know me you will wish that you never got to know me."
Arwen stood aghast at his unexpected outburst.
"Peace, be at ease. I didn't mean to probe your character. And.and. don't think that about yourself. I wish to get to know you." She said sincerely, calming him down by caressing his tensed face, tracing the fine lines of his eyebrows.
"You seem to show a lot of promise. You are just not used to talking to people, and I understand why you are the way you are. I have never encountered someone with your qualities before so withdrawn, yet at the same time strong and proud."
She stopped. "Oh, I am sorry," she giggled, "I don't know what I am saying. I am making no sense at all!"
But Legolas put a finger to her lips. "It surprises me that you know this much about me and understand me when we just met. Nobody has ever done that to me before, I have always been an outcast."
He stepped back from her finally aware of their closeness. He smiled awkwardly.
"I must be boring you. I don't know what came over me, please excuse me. You are a stranger to me, I have been taught not to talk to stranger much less seek advice to one."
Arwen laughed, "You amuse me Goli. Your innocence is too much for your age."
Legolas quirked his head at her. "I am taking that as 'bad'," he frowned.
"How old are you?"
"I am young for an elf." He responded, avoiding to answer the question.
"So am I, but I am asking for an age. That is what I am asking."
"I am to turn 21." He finally said. "And that is the truth, I am not being dishonest. What about you?"
"I am to turn 18 this spring."
"The day when you turn 18 is important for a she-elf especially with your high status." He commented.
"The same goes for you, when are you turning 21?"
"Not for a commoner such as myself. It will be nothing, I have never celebrated birthdays, I believe it is nonsense especially for an elf that will never age after he hits 21."
"But you have not reached 21 yet. When is your birthday?" She asks, getting frustrated. It always takes a long time for him to answer her questions, its as if he was trying to ignore them.
The prince looked at her straight in the eyes, "I am to turn 21 tonight my lady."