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A/N I realise this may be confusing, as I've changed everything rather drastically. Chap 3 upwards is practically a different story, and I'm considering taking them off all together. I might not, though. But don't get disillusioned, they will be rewritten, and the crappiness will be erased. I hope.
~*~*~ THE MEETING ~*~*~
After meeting with Dimechorion, Pherwing had made her way home slowly, occasionally pausing to throw things at people. It was well past dusk before she arrived back at the house. Her brother, Laithol, was there to meet her.
"Where were you!?" he demanded angrily.
"Plotting the demise of the King and Prince, and the downfall of the Kingdom. Why?" she answered nonchalantly. Honesty was the best policy, she decided, piously. Laithol allowed himself a small smile.
"Of course you were Pherwing. Now hurry up, Father has been postponing dinner for the last three hours. We're hungry," He scowled once more. But she simply flashed her loveliest smile, and wandered away.
***
The next morning, Pherwing sprang out of bed bright and early. Well, crawled out at noon, but with the rich, that was about all you got. She dressed modestly, deciding to play her 'Lost yet positively stunning' look to it's greatest effect.
She made her way downstairs, wondering where she might find Legolas, her oh so wonderful Prince.
After wandering the grounds aimlessly for a while, she remembered that her brother was often found in the company of the Prince... But Eru, where would they be?
"I'm a moron..." she said out loud, and made for the Palace.
***
After realising that royalty was often found near the Palace, Pherwing had rushed to the home of Mirkwood's royal family. Nearing her destination, however, she began to wonder what excuse she could invent for turning up at the palace unannounced.
Inspiration struck, however, when she decided that she was paying her delightful brother a visit, and wondered if he could be found in the Palace. Her brilliance amazed her.
When she announced this, the guards merely grunted, and told her to do as she wished. She asked them whether that stretched to World Domination. They said no. She told them they should be more specific. They grunted.
Wandering the grounds, she eventually found Legolas and Laithol entertaining themselves on the archery range.
"Good morning!" she yelled cheerfully.
Laithol put down his bow and arrows, and Legolas followed suit.
"Hello, Pherwing. Father kicked you out again?" Laithol asked her.
"Hello, Laithol. Whore turned you off for lacking in bedroom requirements again?" she replied, before remembering that she was innocent and naïve. The two men were staring at her open mouthed.
"I mean... No, I went out for a walk and decided to visit you... heh..." she said quickly.
Legolas and Laithol merely stood there, looking slightly reminiscent of fish, their mouths opening and closing slowly. She decided to wait for them to think up a good comeback, and amused herself by examining Legolas. He had wonderful hair, she decided. And all that archery seemed to have paid off, as he was lean and yet muscular. Finally Laithol regained the power of speech.
"How. nice. I don't believe you've met Legolas?" his voice was strangely strained.
"Of course I have..." 'Incompetent moron, he's the Prince! Say it! Say it!' was spinning round her head, but she bit her tongue, and finished: "Who has not met the Great Prince of Mirkwood?"
She hoped her halo didn't outshine the Sun.
Legolas smiled, and kissed her hand. She giggled. 'I sound like I child. I'll just be glad that no one else heard that'.
"However, my lady, I do believe I've never had the pleasure of meeting -you-," he said. He sounded like a bad romance ballad, she decided, but tried to look charmed.
"I'm Pherwing Celebnoviel BlueVine, Daughter of Aldarion," she told him, trying to sound childishly proud. How awful.
"I'm Legolas Greenleaf, positively enchanted..." he kissed her hand once more. 'retch retch gargle retch' she thought. Laithol, however, had no need for pretended politeness, and voiced these thoughts aloud, easing the tension. Silently, Pherwing thanked him. Hearing his next sentence however, she took back her apology.
"Now, I'm going. I'll be sick otherwise. Coming, Pherwing?" 'Yes, anything to get me out of this horrible romantic ballad parody!!' is what she wanted to say. However, she settled for,
"Actually, I was going to stay behind and have a go on the archery range. My aim is awry," she said. Curses!
"Maybe I could help you?" Eyach, go away, you creep!
"I'd love that," she said, and he took her hand.
After a painful half hour or so, she made a decidedly lame excuse, but as he was busy staring into her eyes, he bought it.
"I would love to see you again, Pherwing," he said, kissing her hand once more.
"And I you, my Prince," she said, straining to keep the sarcasm from her words. She slipped away.
On her long trek home, however, he mulled over some things. Legolas wasn't half bad, really. He flattered her to the point of irritation, and obviously thought she was stunningly beautiful. Under different circumstances, she could've really liked him. However, she was stuck with these circumstances, and there was nothing she could do.
However, for a while, his attentions would be more than welcome...
***
A/N Mueheheheh... I like this version so much better... Review if you like, flame if you don't, I don't really care. In fact, flame me whatever. I like flames. They amuse me.
A/N I realise this may be confusing, as I've changed everything rather drastically. Chap 3 upwards is practically a different story, and I'm considering taking them off all together. I might not, though. But don't get disillusioned, they will be rewritten, and the crappiness will be erased. I hope.
~*~*~ THE MEETING ~*~*~
After meeting with Dimechorion, Pherwing had made her way home slowly, occasionally pausing to throw things at people. It was well past dusk before she arrived back at the house. Her brother, Laithol, was there to meet her.
"Where were you!?" he demanded angrily.
"Plotting the demise of the King and Prince, and the downfall of the Kingdom. Why?" she answered nonchalantly. Honesty was the best policy, she decided, piously. Laithol allowed himself a small smile.
"Of course you were Pherwing. Now hurry up, Father has been postponing dinner for the last three hours. We're hungry," He scowled once more. But she simply flashed her loveliest smile, and wandered away.
***
The next morning, Pherwing sprang out of bed bright and early. Well, crawled out at noon, but with the rich, that was about all you got. She dressed modestly, deciding to play her 'Lost yet positively stunning' look to it's greatest effect.
She made her way downstairs, wondering where she might find Legolas, her oh so wonderful Prince.
After wandering the grounds aimlessly for a while, she remembered that her brother was often found in the company of the Prince... But Eru, where would they be?
"I'm a moron..." she said out loud, and made for the Palace.
***
After realising that royalty was often found near the Palace, Pherwing had rushed to the home of Mirkwood's royal family. Nearing her destination, however, she began to wonder what excuse she could invent for turning up at the palace unannounced.
Inspiration struck, however, when she decided that she was paying her delightful brother a visit, and wondered if he could be found in the Palace. Her brilliance amazed her.
When she announced this, the guards merely grunted, and told her to do as she wished. She asked them whether that stretched to World Domination. They said no. She told them they should be more specific. They grunted.
Wandering the grounds, she eventually found Legolas and Laithol entertaining themselves on the archery range.
"Good morning!" she yelled cheerfully.
Laithol put down his bow and arrows, and Legolas followed suit.
"Hello, Pherwing. Father kicked you out again?" Laithol asked her.
"Hello, Laithol. Whore turned you off for lacking in bedroom requirements again?" she replied, before remembering that she was innocent and naïve. The two men were staring at her open mouthed.
"I mean... No, I went out for a walk and decided to visit you... heh..." she said quickly.
Legolas and Laithol merely stood there, looking slightly reminiscent of fish, their mouths opening and closing slowly. She decided to wait for them to think up a good comeback, and amused herself by examining Legolas. He had wonderful hair, she decided. And all that archery seemed to have paid off, as he was lean and yet muscular. Finally Laithol regained the power of speech.
"How. nice. I don't believe you've met Legolas?" his voice was strangely strained.
"Of course I have..." 'Incompetent moron, he's the Prince! Say it! Say it!' was spinning round her head, but she bit her tongue, and finished: "Who has not met the Great Prince of Mirkwood?"
She hoped her halo didn't outshine the Sun.
Legolas smiled, and kissed her hand. She giggled. 'I sound like I child. I'll just be glad that no one else heard that'.
"However, my lady, I do believe I've never had the pleasure of meeting -you-," he said. He sounded like a bad romance ballad, she decided, but tried to look charmed.
"I'm Pherwing Celebnoviel BlueVine, Daughter of Aldarion," she told him, trying to sound childishly proud. How awful.
"I'm Legolas Greenleaf, positively enchanted..." he kissed her hand once more. 'retch retch gargle retch' she thought. Laithol, however, had no need for pretended politeness, and voiced these thoughts aloud, easing the tension. Silently, Pherwing thanked him. Hearing his next sentence however, she took back her apology.
"Now, I'm going. I'll be sick otherwise. Coming, Pherwing?" 'Yes, anything to get me out of this horrible romantic ballad parody!!' is what she wanted to say. However, she settled for,
"Actually, I was going to stay behind and have a go on the archery range. My aim is awry," she said. Curses!
"Maybe I could help you?" Eyach, go away, you creep!
"I'd love that," she said, and he took her hand.
After a painful half hour or so, she made a decidedly lame excuse, but as he was busy staring into her eyes, he bought it.
"I would love to see you again, Pherwing," he said, kissing her hand once more.
"And I you, my Prince," she said, straining to keep the sarcasm from her words. She slipped away.
On her long trek home, however, he mulled over some things. Legolas wasn't half bad, really. He flattered her to the point of irritation, and obviously thought she was stunningly beautiful. Under different circumstances, she could've really liked him. However, she was stuck with these circumstances, and there was nothing she could do.
However, for a while, his attentions would be more than welcome...
***
A/N Mueheheheh... I like this version so much better... Review if you like, flame if you don't, I don't really care. In fact, flame me whatever. I like flames. They amuse me.