Disclaimer: Legolas isn't mine *sobs* or anything else for that matter…
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"No one, Legolas," she lied quickly. He looked at her, disbelief written in his eyes,
"Then how did you get a large bruise the shape of a hand on your face?" he asked.
"I, I can't tell you, leave me alone, Legolas, I don't want to be near you any more. Just go," she pleaded.
"Is it me who gets you hurt?" he asked, the idea dawning on him, as concern radiated from his face.
"No…Yes…I think I love you…I know I hate you…Just please go away," she asked again. She made to walk away, but he put his hand on her shoulder. She went rigid. That was, no, he didn't mean it like, oh god, couldn't he just leave her alone, she thought. She turned back to face him, her face pale in fury, or fear,
"Let go of me! Don't touch me there," she hissed. Anyone would have thought he'd done something indecent. He let go quickly and put his hand to his side,
"I'm sorry Liramaer," he said, and she stepped away from him. He had no idea what was going on. Neither did she, come to think of it.
"Don't call me that! In fact don't come near me!" she shouted. Laithol came pounding down the stairs when he heard her.
"What is going on here!?!" he demanded, walking over and standing in front of his sister,
"Laithol, leave us," said Legolas, but Pherwing cried,
"No, please, stay,"
"What have you said Legolas?" Laithol asked.
"I have said nothing!" and with that, the Prince of Mirkwood abruptly turned around and left.
"What happened Pherwing?" her brother asked, soothing and concerned, "Amin dela 'ten lle"
"Uuma dela," she reassured him. He seemed dissatisfied, but a knock at the door prevented further talk. It proved to be a messenger telling them that after the funeral King Thranduil requested their company at dinner. They rushed upstairs to get some dinner clothes before returning and setting off for the funeral. It was a sombre affair, as most funerals are, but this was more saddening than usual. Pherwing's father, Aldarion, had been a beloved and well respected member of the community, and all were sorry to see him go. Pherwing's brow creased in a frown for a second when she saw Legolas, but it was soon gone. After all, she had to remember why she was here. He went to walk over to her, but seemingly changed his mind and moved further away. She was glad, as she couldn't speak to anyone right now, least of all him. She was dreading the dinner with the king later. But it came all too soon,
"Milord, Milady, are you ready to go?" asked a coachman after he had noticed the king and Prince leaving.
"Yes," said Laithol, and Pherwing just followed him into the coach. It wasn't far to the palace, and in about 5 minutes they had arrived. A footman greetad them and took them to a butler who showed them where to stand while they waited for the king. He was more than fashionably late when he finally came, followed by his son,
"Ah! Laithol, Pherwing! We haven't spoken in centuries!" the king greeted them, and Legolas gave them both a curt nod. Laithol and Pherwing bowed/curtsied, and were told to follow the King to the dining hall. They did so in silence. They were bid sit down near enough that the King and Prince could talk to them, and only sat down when they had.
"I was very sorry to hear about your father, you know, he was great man, Aldarion, great man," the king told them. The conversation continued in much the same fashion, and she took little or no part in it. After a while she began to feel profoundly sick, and asked to be excused.
"Yes of course! Legolas, show her to the Gardens!" said the king, and the two got up. Laithol gave her an envious glare, as the king liked to talk, and wasn't exactly the best at listening. Pherwing was shown to a small bench in the garden, which she waited to see if he sat down on first, before she did.
"I told you I was just Legolas, sit down if you like…" he said nonchalantly. She did so. He spoke again,
"I'm sorry if I offended you or something back there… I loved you from the moment I saw you, and I thought you felt the same way…"
"I do… And that's the problem… It's just… Just… please Legolas, don't ask any more questions. Uuma dela, melamin,"
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A/N you might kinda think I'm rushing things but this is just how I write stuff. If ya don't like it, don't read it! Thanx if ya reviewed!
Liramaer – Lovely one
Amin dela 'ten lle – I'm worried about you
Uuma dela – Don't worry
Melamin – My love
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"No one, Legolas," she lied quickly. He looked at her, disbelief written in his eyes,
"Then how did you get a large bruise the shape of a hand on your face?" he asked.
"I, I can't tell you, leave me alone, Legolas, I don't want to be near you any more. Just go," she pleaded.
"Is it me who gets you hurt?" he asked, the idea dawning on him, as concern radiated from his face.
"No…Yes…I think I love you…I know I hate you…Just please go away," she asked again. She made to walk away, but he put his hand on her shoulder. She went rigid. That was, no, he didn't mean it like, oh god, couldn't he just leave her alone, she thought. She turned back to face him, her face pale in fury, or fear,
"Let go of me! Don't touch me there," she hissed. Anyone would have thought he'd done something indecent. He let go quickly and put his hand to his side,
"I'm sorry Liramaer," he said, and she stepped away from him. He had no idea what was going on. Neither did she, come to think of it.
"Don't call me that! In fact don't come near me!" she shouted. Laithol came pounding down the stairs when he heard her.
"What is going on here!?!" he demanded, walking over and standing in front of his sister,
"Laithol, leave us," said Legolas, but Pherwing cried,
"No, please, stay,"
"What have you said Legolas?" Laithol asked.
"I have said nothing!" and with that, the Prince of Mirkwood abruptly turned around and left.
"What happened Pherwing?" her brother asked, soothing and concerned, "Amin dela 'ten lle"
"Uuma dela," she reassured him. He seemed dissatisfied, but a knock at the door prevented further talk. It proved to be a messenger telling them that after the funeral King Thranduil requested their company at dinner. They rushed upstairs to get some dinner clothes before returning and setting off for the funeral. It was a sombre affair, as most funerals are, but this was more saddening than usual. Pherwing's father, Aldarion, had been a beloved and well respected member of the community, and all were sorry to see him go. Pherwing's brow creased in a frown for a second when she saw Legolas, but it was soon gone. After all, she had to remember why she was here. He went to walk over to her, but seemingly changed his mind and moved further away. She was glad, as she couldn't speak to anyone right now, least of all him. She was dreading the dinner with the king later. But it came all too soon,
"Milord, Milady, are you ready to go?" asked a coachman after he had noticed the king and Prince leaving.
"Yes," said Laithol, and Pherwing just followed him into the coach. It wasn't far to the palace, and in about 5 minutes they had arrived. A footman greetad them and took them to a butler who showed them where to stand while they waited for the king. He was more than fashionably late when he finally came, followed by his son,
"Ah! Laithol, Pherwing! We haven't spoken in centuries!" the king greeted them, and Legolas gave them both a curt nod. Laithol and Pherwing bowed/curtsied, and were told to follow the King to the dining hall. They did so in silence. They were bid sit down near enough that the King and Prince could talk to them, and only sat down when they had.
"I was very sorry to hear about your father, you know, he was great man, Aldarion, great man," the king told them. The conversation continued in much the same fashion, and she took little or no part in it. After a while she began to feel profoundly sick, and asked to be excused.
"Yes of course! Legolas, show her to the Gardens!" said the king, and the two got up. Laithol gave her an envious glare, as the king liked to talk, and wasn't exactly the best at listening. Pherwing was shown to a small bench in the garden, which she waited to see if he sat down on first, before she did.
"I told you I was just Legolas, sit down if you like…" he said nonchalantly. She did so. He spoke again,
"I'm sorry if I offended you or something back there… I loved you from the moment I saw you, and I thought you felt the same way…"
"I do… And that's the problem… It's just… Just… please Legolas, don't ask any more questions. Uuma dela, melamin,"
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A/N you might kinda think I'm rushing things but this is just how I write stuff. If ya don't like it, don't read it! Thanx if ya reviewed!
Liramaer – Lovely one
Amin dela 'ten lle – I'm worried about you
Uuma dela – Don't worry
Melamin – My love