Disclaimer: I don't own Trowa or Noin. Besides them 2 the rest are ones
my friends or I myself have made. Also the land Laven is all my idea.
Chapter 8
Trease sat beside Faxon as Elanjila dressed his wound. He had passed out from loss of blood.
He saved me, Trease thought to herself. He shielded me with his own body, and I could do nothing for him.
She looked down at him. He was pale and his face, even unconscious, was twisted with pain. He moved his head a bit and made a little noise.
Trowa came into the room with some more water and soaked a cloth, then put it on Faxon's forehead. It was very unusual for a human to help an injured elf. But then a gain he did come from Earth. She didn't know if she believed him about that, though. It was very hard for someone from Earth to get to Laven.
Trowa looked at Trease.
"Trowav," Elanjila said. When Trowa looked at her, she made a motion with her eyes to get Trease out of the room. Trowa nodded and turned to Trease.
"We should go get some food made for you. It seems like you haven't eaten all day," he said holding a hand out to help her stand.
She sighed not wanting to leave but she knew he was right. She took his hand and stood. He followed her out to the kitchen then leaned against the sink, crossing his arms. She took out some food and looked at him. He seemed to be thinking of something.
"Is there something bothering you?" she asked him.
"Well, not bothering me. I just can't seem to get someone out of my mind. She's an elf. She has long black hair and darker skin," he said.
Trease looked at him. She knew who he was talking about. Most elves have heard about it; the daughter of a light elf Queen that bore the dark elf King child. Not many people have ever seen her. The wizard that takes care of her usually keeps her hidden.
"So you have seen her," Trease said. "Not many people have."
"Why is that? Do you know her?" Trowa asked her.
"I know of her. Everyone at least knows of her mother the light elf Queen and her father the dark elf King," Trease said.
"So she's a princess?" Trowa asked.
"Yes, in a way. But I believe the people won't let her be, now that her mother is dead. They don't want a half breed around," Treasa said.
"That's so racist!" Trowa said, getting mad. "Just because she is a half breed doesn't mean they should hate her!"
"I have never heard a human say something like that before," Treasa said in surprise.
"Just because I am a human doesn't mean that I am like the ones here," Trowa said, defensively.
"Sorry," Treasa said.
Trowa turned and looked out the window. He then screamed and fell back onto the floor. Treasa looked out the window and smiled. Grog was looking through the window. Treasa giggled when she looked at Trowa on the floor. He was on his butt looking at Grog. She walked over to the window and leaned out toward Grog.
"Do you like scaring people?" Treasa asked him.
"I was just standing out here to see if this human was going to cause any trouble," Grog said glaring at Trowa.
Trowa sighed and got up. He brushed his pants off and leaned against the table. He went to open his mouth to say something but was interrupted when the door to the room where Faxon was at opened and Elanjila stepped out with the others following her.
"How is he?" Trease asked.
"He is going to be fine. Elanjila might be able to close the wounds tomorrow," Lithren said.
"There's one thing I don't get," Treasa said. She continued when they all looked at her. She looked at Elanjila, "You seem to befriend a human easily and I know you don't like the racist thing at all, so why don't you speck the human language? I know you can understand it and can speck it."
"Because it's a foul language," Elanjila said to Treasa in her head.
"So you can speck it in my head but not by mouth? I guess your just as racist as most others," Treasa said. "Don't talk to my sister that way!" Lithren yelled.
Elanjila waved her hand and Lithren shut his mouth. She stared at Treasa. Treasa's mouth went dry. She knew that she was a high elf and in turn had to be very powerful. She had been the Queen's advisor and bodyguard. But Treasa held her ground. Elanjila stared at her a little longer then went towards the door she had just come from.
"Let's all get some sleep," Lithren said.
They all agreed and went to the beds Treasa had made for them. Treasa sat by Faxon and fell asleep. But she didn't sleep soundly, she didn't know what Elanjila would do.
Chapter 8
Trease sat beside Faxon as Elanjila dressed his wound. He had passed out from loss of blood.
He saved me, Trease thought to herself. He shielded me with his own body, and I could do nothing for him.
She looked down at him. He was pale and his face, even unconscious, was twisted with pain. He moved his head a bit and made a little noise.
Trowa came into the room with some more water and soaked a cloth, then put it on Faxon's forehead. It was very unusual for a human to help an injured elf. But then a gain he did come from Earth. She didn't know if she believed him about that, though. It was very hard for someone from Earth to get to Laven.
Trowa looked at Trease.
"Trowav," Elanjila said. When Trowa looked at her, she made a motion with her eyes to get Trease out of the room. Trowa nodded and turned to Trease.
"We should go get some food made for you. It seems like you haven't eaten all day," he said holding a hand out to help her stand.
She sighed not wanting to leave but she knew he was right. She took his hand and stood. He followed her out to the kitchen then leaned against the sink, crossing his arms. She took out some food and looked at him. He seemed to be thinking of something.
"Is there something bothering you?" she asked him.
"Well, not bothering me. I just can't seem to get someone out of my mind. She's an elf. She has long black hair and darker skin," he said.
Trease looked at him. She knew who he was talking about. Most elves have heard about it; the daughter of a light elf Queen that bore the dark elf King child. Not many people have ever seen her. The wizard that takes care of her usually keeps her hidden.
"So you have seen her," Trease said. "Not many people have."
"Why is that? Do you know her?" Trowa asked her.
"I know of her. Everyone at least knows of her mother the light elf Queen and her father the dark elf King," Trease said.
"So she's a princess?" Trowa asked.
"Yes, in a way. But I believe the people won't let her be, now that her mother is dead. They don't want a half breed around," Treasa said.
"That's so racist!" Trowa said, getting mad. "Just because she is a half breed doesn't mean they should hate her!"
"I have never heard a human say something like that before," Treasa said in surprise.
"Just because I am a human doesn't mean that I am like the ones here," Trowa said, defensively.
"Sorry," Treasa said.
Trowa turned and looked out the window. He then screamed and fell back onto the floor. Treasa looked out the window and smiled. Grog was looking through the window. Treasa giggled when she looked at Trowa on the floor. He was on his butt looking at Grog. She walked over to the window and leaned out toward Grog.
"Do you like scaring people?" Treasa asked him.
"I was just standing out here to see if this human was going to cause any trouble," Grog said glaring at Trowa.
Trowa sighed and got up. He brushed his pants off and leaned against the table. He went to open his mouth to say something but was interrupted when the door to the room where Faxon was at opened and Elanjila stepped out with the others following her.
"How is he?" Trease asked.
"He is going to be fine. Elanjila might be able to close the wounds tomorrow," Lithren said.
"There's one thing I don't get," Treasa said. She continued when they all looked at her. She looked at Elanjila, "You seem to befriend a human easily and I know you don't like the racist thing at all, so why don't you speck the human language? I know you can understand it and can speck it."
"Because it's a foul language," Elanjila said to Treasa in her head.
"So you can speck it in my head but not by mouth? I guess your just as racist as most others," Treasa said. "Don't talk to my sister that way!" Lithren yelled.
Elanjila waved her hand and Lithren shut his mouth. She stared at Treasa. Treasa's mouth went dry. She knew that she was a high elf and in turn had to be very powerful. She had been the Queen's advisor and bodyguard. But Treasa held her ground. Elanjila stared at her a little longer then went towards the door she had just come from.
"Let's all get some sleep," Lithren said.
They all agreed and went to the beds Treasa had made for them. Treasa sat by Faxon and fell asleep. But she didn't sleep soundly, she didn't know what Elanjila would do.