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"Oh god, Pherwing, what's happened now?" Laithol asked, full of concern, and rushed to her side. He got no reply and tried again,
"Pherwing, please tell me…" he begged, and she decided if she had told Legolas she could tell her brother. She told him the whole tale, of being threatened and then really falling in love with Legolas. At some points he looked angry, but she wasn't sure who at. When she had finished, he said,
"I don't know why, but I understand. I understand… I'll talk to Legolas, see if I can knock some sense into him," he told her, but she spoke up,
"Laithol, don't ruin your friendship with him. I'm glad you understand and I'm really grateful, but don't do anything special for me, I've been stupid…" he shook his head,
"Maybe so Pherwing, but I love you, and Father would not have wanted to let this kill you from the inside," She managed a weak smile as he left her chamber, with a grim look set on his face.
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Laithol walked purposefully to the stables, and mounted his fastest stallion, Fairax. He knew exactly where Legolas would be, he knew his friend better than he knew himself. The black stallion flew off like the devil was behind it, and Laithol's long, traditionally plaited brown hair flew out behind him. He reached Legolas' hideout and dismounted some way off. He walked across to Legolas, who he had spotted sitting against a tree with his eyes closed.
"Legolas!" he shouted harshly, jolting the Prince from his day dreams.
"Laithol, I haven't seen you for a while!" was shouted in reply. Laithol crouched next to the man who had caused his sister so much pain.
"Not since you started courting my sister…" said Laithol, hatred evident in his voice, and his eyes.
"That is over, through no fault of my own!" said the Prince, and getting up, made to leave. Laithol tapped him on the shoulder lightly, and he swung round, more than a little irritated,
"What now?" asked the Prince, but said nothing more as Laithol swung back his fist and hit him square on the nose. It began to bleed profusely. Legolas would not take this sitting down and he sprang up, catching Laithol full on the mouth. The Prince staggered around a second while Laithol spat blood, before lunging at him again, giving him a soon to be awful black eye. The Prince kicked him but Laithol kneed him in the stomach and then again where it hurts, and he fell to the floor. Legolas tripped Laithol up and he lay sprawled on the ground, but kicked the Prince in the ribs, got up and walked away. He had a gash on his forward from when Legolas had tripped him, and a split lip, but he had given the Prince much worse.
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While this had been happening, Pherwing had been mulling over what her brother had said. What was it, ah yes, he was going to 'knock some sense into him'. Oh God! She thought, and sprang up. The last time Laithol had knocked some sense into one of his friends, he had broken their leg. But then the offender had called their mother a whore and said he had been with her more than once. A lie, of course, but Laithol had gone for him. Pherwing remembered how fiercely protective he was of her and dressed quickly, before sprinting down to the stables, and mounting her horse, and speeding off. She prayed she would get to Legolas before any serious damage was done. When she arrived her brother was nowhere to be seen but Legolas was sprawled out in the centre of the clearing. She rushed over to him, but he pushed her away.
A/N Don't get the wrong idea about Laithol, he's Legolas' best friend, but he is very protective of his sister. Don't worry, I'm obsessed with Legolas and no serious harm will be done. I'm still undecided what to do with them, but keep reviewing and you'll find out. I want at least 5 more reviews before I post the next chapter.
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"Oh god, Pherwing, what's happened now?" Laithol asked, full of concern, and rushed to her side. He got no reply and tried again,
"Pherwing, please tell me…" he begged, and she decided if she had told Legolas she could tell her brother. She told him the whole tale, of being threatened and then really falling in love with Legolas. At some points he looked angry, but she wasn't sure who at. When she had finished, he said,
"I don't know why, but I understand. I understand… I'll talk to Legolas, see if I can knock some sense into him," he told her, but she spoke up,
"Laithol, don't ruin your friendship with him. I'm glad you understand and I'm really grateful, but don't do anything special for me, I've been stupid…" he shook his head,
"Maybe so Pherwing, but I love you, and Father would not have wanted to let this kill you from the inside," She managed a weak smile as he left her chamber, with a grim look set on his face.
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Laithol walked purposefully to the stables, and mounted his fastest stallion, Fairax. He knew exactly where Legolas would be, he knew his friend better than he knew himself. The black stallion flew off like the devil was behind it, and Laithol's long, traditionally plaited brown hair flew out behind him. He reached Legolas' hideout and dismounted some way off. He walked across to Legolas, who he had spotted sitting against a tree with his eyes closed.
"Legolas!" he shouted harshly, jolting the Prince from his day dreams.
"Laithol, I haven't seen you for a while!" was shouted in reply. Laithol crouched next to the man who had caused his sister so much pain.
"Not since you started courting my sister…" said Laithol, hatred evident in his voice, and his eyes.
"That is over, through no fault of my own!" said the Prince, and getting up, made to leave. Laithol tapped him on the shoulder lightly, and he swung round, more than a little irritated,
"What now?" asked the Prince, but said nothing more as Laithol swung back his fist and hit him square on the nose. It began to bleed profusely. Legolas would not take this sitting down and he sprang up, catching Laithol full on the mouth. The Prince staggered around a second while Laithol spat blood, before lunging at him again, giving him a soon to be awful black eye. The Prince kicked him but Laithol kneed him in the stomach and then again where it hurts, and he fell to the floor. Legolas tripped Laithol up and he lay sprawled on the ground, but kicked the Prince in the ribs, got up and walked away. He had a gash on his forward from when Legolas had tripped him, and a split lip, but he had given the Prince much worse.
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While this had been happening, Pherwing had been mulling over what her brother had said. What was it, ah yes, he was going to 'knock some sense into him'. Oh God! She thought, and sprang up. The last time Laithol had knocked some sense into one of his friends, he had broken their leg. But then the offender had called their mother a whore and said he had been with her more than once. A lie, of course, but Laithol had gone for him. Pherwing remembered how fiercely protective he was of her and dressed quickly, before sprinting down to the stables, and mounting her horse, and speeding off. She prayed she would get to Legolas before any serious damage was done. When she arrived her brother was nowhere to be seen but Legolas was sprawled out in the centre of the clearing. She rushed over to him, but he pushed her away.
A/N Don't get the wrong idea about Laithol, he's Legolas' best friend, but he is very protective of his sister. Don't worry, I'm obsessed with Legolas and no serious harm will be done. I'm still undecided what to do with them, but keep reviewing and you'll find out. I want at least 5 more reviews before I post the next chapter.