Disclaimer: I own only the plot, Peridot, and...um...that freaky DVD in the living room that keeps calling my name. Rayne Maker, see how you've scared me? LOL...
A/N: I have no idea why I called this chapter by this name; it sounded good at the time. Anyway, BBBITWWW, I hope this is long enough to make up for the lost time. Also, my next story, whenever I get around to it, will be "Survivor: Middle Earth". Please look out for it, this isn't my best story, but the others are pretty good, and I'm desperate for reviews. Okay, maybe not, but I like to read them. One more thing...ACK! I'm getting spacers Monday! The day after tomorrow, which means...November 11, 2002...BRACES! ACK AGAIN!
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Chapter 8: Aches the Dawn
It was now two months until the Fellowship would be formed. Frodo might or might not have been brought in already, Peridot wasn't sure. Not that she cared. She still wasn't talking to Legolas. Erianwen was relieved but amazed that neither of them had dropped dead of sadness that day. She had found herself in a pretty stressful position, because she was close to both and stuck in the middle. She was flustered and worried trying to convince both of them that their fears were ridiculous (in a nice way, though; I'm kind of in a bad mood right now), but to no avail. And both their views were so different you'd think they were watching completely different channels in different countries in different languages.
Amy, on the other hand, was having no trouble whatsoever. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. In fact, she seemed very pleased in having shattered the lives of two elves. I keep thinking she's cackling evilly and conjuring spells and summoning demons in her spare time. Every time she walked by Peridot, she stuck her tongue out or grinned in a way that reminds me of Walter. (A/N: Speaking of my devil... where is he? *walks off and comes back, dizzy and with sore thumbs, five hours later* Sorry-video game mania. He won, of course, because he was cheating. Walter- "Was not! Just talent, that's all." *rolls eyes* Please, gimmie a break.)
"She's such an ignorant- I won't even say it." Peridot was again complaining about her raven-haired foe. Erianwen was holding up pretty well. (A/N: I tell you, the real "Erianwen" is the greatest-really patient.) "She's being so devilish and immature about it!" The best friend and listener glared at the back of Amy's head for being so messed up. How could one person wreak so much havoc in just a few minutes?
Somehow the time was flying by. Now it was only a week until the Fellowship was brought together (A/N: Sick of me yet? I'm not sure when this was, too lazy to look it up). Legolas would be in that group, would be leaving soon, and they still hadn't made up. Amy was still strutting around in front of him, as obviously uncomfortable and unimpressed as he was.
Here's a real ego booster for you, Erianwen. You're the only one keeping them alive! (Audience cheers) If it wasn't for her reassuring talks and excellent choice of words, they both would've lost hope a long time ago.
"The Council of Elrond" apparently lasted a long time, say, a week or something. They would take breaks for meals adn to relieve the company of their boredom. Legolas tried to focus, he really did, but he also worried. He really felt like he messed up, to put it loosely. Peridot was still ignoring him, though not as harshly as before.
The day came when the Fellowship would depart from the beautiful city-like Elven refuge. Peridot wished them all a hurried good luck, then closed herself in her room. Just before he left Erianwen saw Legolas coming down the hallway. He started to open the door, but she stopped him. "Lady Peridot is not feeling well this evening. She desires no company." She tried to hide a certain look, but he caught it.
"She's not truly ill, is she?" Erianwen shook her head, "But I'd advise against entering her room..."
So Legolas knocked on the door and heard a muffled "Who is it?" He paused. "It's me." "Go away!" she snapped from within.
He sighed and slipped a folded piece of paper under the door. "I'm leaving soon," he said quietly, "and I wanted to let you know. Amin mela lle." He turned and relctantly left. Peridot had her ear pressed against the door, longing for him to talk some more. She picked up the paper, and Erianwen could hear her reading it softly. She heard a soft thump as her best friend leaned against the door and slid down to sit on the marble floor as she read:
"Amin mela, Peridot Mist,
I'm not sure how long I'll be, but I'm hoping you'll be waiting for me. I promise I'll return someday, and I'm terribly sorry in every way. You're forever on my mind, and I wish I could find the right words.
I had a dream last night that you forgave me, and I'm not sure if it's true. I just wanted to let you know: I'll never stop loving you.
~~Legolas Greenleaf "
A/N: I have no idea why I called this chapter by this name; it sounded good at the time. Anyway, BBBITWWW, I hope this is long enough to make up for the lost time. Also, my next story, whenever I get around to it, will be "Survivor: Middle Earth". Please look out for it, this isn't my best story, but the others are pretty good, and I'm desperate for reviews. Okay, maybe not, but I like to read them. One more thing...ACK! I'm getting spacers Monday! The day after tomorrow, which means...November 11, 2002...BRACES! ACK AGAIN!
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Chapter 8: Aches the Dawn
It was now two months until the Fellowship would be formed. Frodo might or might not have been brought in already, Peridot wasn't sure. Not that she cared. She still wasn't talking to Legolas. Erianwen was relieved but amazed that neither of them had dropped dead of sadness that day. She had found herself in a pretty stressful position, because she was close to both and stuck in the middle. She was flustered and worried trying to convince both of them that their fears were ridiculous (in a nice way, though; I'm kind of in a bad mood right now), but to no avail. And both their views were so different you'd think they were watching completely different channels in different countries in different languages.
Amy, on the other hand, was having no trouble whatsoever. She was thoroughly enjoying herself. In fact, she seemed very pleased in having shattered the lives of two elves. I keep thinking she's cackling evilly and conjuring spells and summoning demons in her spare time. Every time she walked by Peridot, she stuck her tongue out or grinned in a way that reminds me of Walter. (A/N: Speaking of my devil... where is he? *walks off and comes back, dizzy and with sore thumbs, five hours later* Sorry-video game mania. He won, of course, because he was cheating. Walter- "Was not! Just talent, that's all." *rolls eyes* Please, gimmie a break.)
"She's such an ignorant- I won't even say it." Peridot was again complaining about her raven-haired foe. Erianwen was holding up pretty well. (A/N: I tell you, the real "Erianwen" is the greatest-really patient.) "She's being so devilish and immature about it!" The best friend and listener glared at the back of Amy's head for being so messed up. How could one person wreak so much havoc in just a few minutes?
Somehow the time was flying by. Now it was only a week until the Fellowship was brought together (A/N: Sick of me yet? I'm not sure when this was, too lazy to look it up). Legolas would be in that group, would be leaving soon, and they still hadn't made up. Amy was still strutting around in front of him, as obviously uncomfortable and unimpressed as he was.
Here's a real ego booster for you, Erianwen. You're the only one keeping them alive! (Audience cheers) If it wasn't for her reassuring talks and excellent choice of words, they both would've lost hope a long time ago.
"The Council of Elrond" apparently lasted a long time, say, a week or something. They would take breaks for meals adn to relieve the company of their boredom. Legolas tried to focus, he really did, but he also worried. He really felt like he messed up, to put it loosely. Peridot was still ignoring him, though not as harshly as before.
The day came when the Fellowship would depart from the beautiful city-like Elven refuge. Peridot wished them all a hurried good luck, then closed herself in her room. Just before he left Erianwen saw Legolas coming down the hallway. He started to open the door, but she stopped him. "Lady Peridot is not feeling well this evening. She desires no company." She tried to hide a certain look, but he caught it.
"She's not truly ill, is she?" Erianwen shook her head, "But I'd advise against entering her room..."
So Legolas knocked on the door and heard a muffled "Who is it?" He paused. "It's me." "Go away!" she snapped from within.
He sighed and slipped a folded piece of paper under the door. "I'm leaving soon," he said quietly, "and I wanted to let you know. Amin mela lle." He turned and relctantly left. Peridot had her ear pressed against the door, longing for him to talk some more. She picked up the paper, and Erianwen could hear her reading it softly. She heard a soft thump as her best friend leaned against the door and slid down to sit on the marble floor as she read:
"Amin mela, Peridot Mist,
I'm not sure how long I'll be, but I'm hoping you'll be waiting for me. I promise I'll return someday, and I'm terribly sorry in every way. You're forever on my mind, and I wish I could find the right words.
I had a dream last night that you forgave me, and I'm not sure if it's true. I just wanted to let you know: I'll never stop loving you.
~~Legolas Greenleaf "