Hello Again, thanks for any reviews!! I just wanted to note that I've put
up the first three chapters very quickly. I'm not going to be able to put
up a lot of chapter at a time because I'm very busy with school and other
activities, I'm not going to leave anyone hanging, but expect about 2
chapters a week, three if I have a lot of time. I have come to the
attention that many of my characters are o.o.c. I am aware of that.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Lord of the rings, but I do own Ariomialwen and Trandian Treesong. Don't take them from me please!
Legolas paced his room, his obvious feelings locked up inside of him. If he had ever been this upset before, he would have gone and told his friend. but now that was obviously impossible. Thought it was close to dawn, he had gotten no sleep since earlier that evening.
"Why did she have to be so darn stubborn? She knew the pressure of being left in charge and she-!" Legolas screamed out loud, and then clamped his mouth shut, determined not to be heard by anyone else who might be around his chambers. To vent his feelings he picked up a pillow from his bed and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell limply to the ground.
"Stupid girl, I don't even know why I liked her. She was a man lover!" Even as he screamed the words to himself in anguish, he knew that they were not true. She was half of him, as he was half of her. He had known that someday-royal privilege might get in the way of their friendship. When he had gone on the quest for the ring, directly before which they have exchanged gifts, Legolas had worried that absence might dim their friendship, but when he returned, it burned brighter then ever. She was the only elf who really ever understood his undying friendship with Gimli the dwarf, whom she had met and become fond of, and she adored Aragorn, Gandalf, and the hobbits as well. Legolas had worried about trouble when his father left, but nothing like this. Suddenly a voice was heard at the door.
"Your highness, we have the lady Ariomialwen back, but-" The door flew open, startling the soldier that was making the report. "Where is she?" Legolas asked urgently. "What happened?"
"Sir, she was fighting an Orc at the ruins of the refugee camp. It was huge, and she was badly hurt. She'll live, but-"
"Where is she?" Legolas asked. "In her rooms, your highness." Legolas bounded out of his rooms, nearly running over the soldier.
The blackness that surrounded Ariomialwen slowly sifted away, letting pain all around her sink in. Her left arm throbbed unremittingly, and her entire body was covered with scratches. She groaned, remembering the fight with the Orc and being carried back through the forest. The room around her was all too familiar; it was her own. She looked at her arm; it was heavily bandaged and splinted; the Orc must have severed the bone in it. Healing salve and other bandages covered the heavier scratches; other, less serious wounds were uncovered. Judging by the headache and weakness that she felt, most likely from blood loss, she wasn't going to be able to leave again for several days. She didn't even know if she would try to escape. Perhaps is she explained things to her father he would let her go live in Rivendell with Elrond, or Gondor with Arwen. One thing she knew; she wasn't staying here. Her head began to throb from brooding, so she decided to leave the subject of what she would say to whom for when she could think more clearly.
The Door opened, and Legolas walked in with trepidation. Quickly Ariomialwen pretended to be asleep hoping that he would just leave. Instead he say down on the side of her bed and gently touched her cheek. How bad she wished that he would go away, but it was obvious that he was not planning to if she continued to feign sleep.
"Go away Legolas!" she told him without opening her eyes.
"Cloud," he seemed surprised that she was awake. "Please, you have to listen to me!" "You didn't listen to me when I told you that innocent people were going to die, and now 300 are dead!" Ariomialwen opened her eyes and glared at him. "Leave me be, I leave at first dawn." She knew that the words were absurd. She was going to be in bed for several days, but the words came out of her mouth anyway. Legolas knew the same thing, and he knew that it would be incongruous to argue with her.
"Cloud, you know that I-"
"Go away Legolas." She turned away from him.
"I am not going to leave until you hear me out." Ariomialwen indignantly forced herself to climb out of the bed, though it felt like she was carrying lead weight on her body. "Then I will leave." As soon as she put both feet on the ground, she found that she couldn't support her own weight. Legolas caught her as she fell, and despite violent protests, put her back on the bed. His touch was a painful reminder of their struggle in the forest, and she quickly squirmed away from him until she was on the opposite edge of the bed that he sat on.
"Now listen to me!" Legolas was growing resentful at her refusal to listen to the explanation that he had tried to give her since she ran from the castle that evening. "You're, you're my best friend cloud, but royal obligations have to-" The words royal obligation sent her temper loose. She cut him off.
"I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you, and your stupid castle, and your stupid country. I hate you! Go away, and leave me. It is entirely your fault that an Orc nearly chopped me to pieces, and it is your fault that 300 men, women, and children are now dead. They had nothing to do with your stupid royal obligation! I wish that I had never met you Legolas Greenleaf. Go find another friend. I hate you!" With her last word she dove under the comforter, sobbing.
Legolas dropped the crescent moon that he had hoped to give back to her on the floor and left the room without another word, though in the silence her swore that he could hear his heart crack into millions of pieces.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Lord of the rings, but I do own Ariomialwen and Trandian Treesong. Don't take them from me please!
Legolas paced his room, his obvious feelings locked up inside of him. If he had ever been this upset before, he would have gone and told his friend. but now that was obviously impossible. Thought it was close to dawn, he had gotten no sleep since earlier that evening.
"Why did she have to be so darn stubborn? She knew the pressure of being left in charge and she-!" Legolas screamed out loud, and then clamped his mouth shut, determined not to be heard by anyone else who might be around his chambers. To vent his feelings he picked up a pillow from his bed and threw it across the room. It hit the wall and fell limply to the ground.
"Stupid girl, I don't even know why I liked her. She was a man lover!" Even as he screamed the words to himself in anguish, he knew that they were not true. She was half of him, as he was half of her. He had known that someday-royal privilege might get in the way of their friendship. When he had gone on the quest for the ring, directly before which they have exchanged gifts, Legolas had worried that absence might dim their friendship, but when he returned, it burned brighter then ever. She was the only elf who really ever understood his undying friendship with Gimli the dwarf, whom she had met and become fond of, and she adored Aragorn, Gandalf, and the hobbits as well. Legolas had worried about trouble when his father left, but nothing like this. Suddenly a voice was heard at the door.
"Your highness, we have the lady Ariomialwen back, but-" The door flew open, startling the soldier that was making the report. "Where is she?" Legolas asked urgently. "What happened?"
"Sir, she was fighting an Orc at the ruins of the refugee camp. It was huge, and she was badly hurt. She'll live, but-"
"Where is she?" Legolas asked. "In her rooms, your highness." Legolas bounded out of his rooms, nearly running over the soldier.
The blackness that surrounded Ariomialwen slowly sifted away, letting pain all around her sink in. Her left arm throbbed unremittingly, and her entire body was covered with scratches. She groaned, remembering the fight with the Orc and being carried back through the forest. The room around her was all too familiar; it was her own. She looked at her arm; it was heavily bandaged and splinted; the Orc must have severed the bone in it. Healing salve and other bandages covered the heavier scratches; other, less serious wounds were uncovered. Judging by the headache and weakness that she felt, most likely from blood loss, she wasn't going to be able to leave again for several days. She didn't even know if she would try to escape. Perhaps is she explained things to her father he would let her go live in Rivendell with Elrond, or Gondor with Arwen. One thing she knew; she wasn't staying here. Her head began to throb from brooding, so she decided to leave the subject of what she would say to whom for when she could think more clearly.
The Door opened, and Legolas walked in with trepidation. Quickly Ariomialwen pretended to be asleep hoping that he would just leave. Instead he say down on the side of her bed and gently touched her cheek. How bad she wished that he would go away, but it was obvious that he was not planning to if she continued to feign sleep.
"Go away Legolas!" she told him without opening her eyes.
"Cloud," he seemed surprised that she was awake. "Please, you have to listen to me!" "You didn't listen to me when I told you that innocent people were going to die, and now 300 are dead!" Ariomialwen opened her eyes and glared at him. "Leave me be, I leave at first dawn." She knew that the words were absurd. She was going to be in bed for several days, but the words came out of her mouth anyway. Legolas knew the same thing, and he knew that it would be incongruous to argue with her.
"Cloud, you know that I-"
"Go away Legolas." She turned away from him.
"I am not going to leave until you hear me out." Ariomialwen indignantly forced herself to climb out of the bed, though it felt like she was carrying lead weight on her body. "Then I will leave." As soon as she put both feet on the ground, she found that she couldn't support her own weight. Legolas caught her as she fell, and despite violent protests, put her back on the bed. His touch was a painful reminder of their struggle in the forest, and she quickly squirmed away from him until she was on the opposite edge of the bed that he sat on.
"Now listen to me!" Legolas was growing resentful at her refusal to listen to the explanation that he had tried to give her since she ran from the castle that evening. "You're, you're my best friend cloud, but royal obligations have to-" The words royal obligation sent her temper loose. She cut him off.
"I hate you!" she screamed. "I hate you, and your stupid castle, and your stupid country. I hate you! Go away, and leave me. It is entirely your fault that an Orc nearly chopped me to pieces, and it is your fault that 300 men, women, and children are now dead. They had nothing to do with your stupid royal obligation! I wish that I had never met you Legolas Greenleaf. Go find another friend. I hate you!" With her last word she dove under the comforter, sobbing.
Legolas dropped the crescent moon that he had hoped to give back to her on the floor and left the room without another word, though in the silence her swore that he could hear his heart crack into millions of pieces.