There's only one more to go after this. Nearly done. Yay!
~Phe-chan~
Andrea was still huddled wretchedly half-behind, half-beneath the garden bench when she heard Legolas calling Morniwen's name. She scooted back under the shrubs that hid the right side of the bench. She resolved to stay there until Legolas had gone and then attempt to use her tiara to return home. She wasn't quite sure how it worked, but with her extensive knowledge of stereotypical fairy-tale artifacts, she hoped to be able to learn fairly quickly.
Legolas was looking for Morniwen, it was true, yet not for the reason that the elven-maid's lie had caused Andrea to believe. Legolas had realized that Morniwen was right: he DID love Andrea. His honor compelled him to apologize and admit this to Morniwen. However, he also intended to tell her that now more than ever, he wanted their courtship ended.
Unable to find Morniwen, he returned to the gardens to see Andrea running northwards, a shining golden chain clasped tightly in one fist, her "tool-box" under her other arm, and a roll of parchment stuck through her belt. On impulse, he ran after her. She was faster than he had expected her to be, and she did not trip, as she was wont to do.
Still, Legolas was an Elf, and Andrea had barely got out of the gardens and into the forest before he had o'ertaken her and beseeched her,
"Soft! Why do you run from me? I have done you no harm? I will do you no harm."
"You're gonna go away. I'm going home so I don't have to deal with it," she whispered through quiet tears. He wondered why lips crowned with such pearls of sadness seemed so much softer and more fair.
"I have to go. I can't watch you leave."
Struggling to free her shoulders from his beautiful, long- fingered hands, she pleaded,
"Let go of me. You're breaking my heart. You said that Elves die of broken hearts. Let me go! Please... just let go..."
"I will never leave you! How can I?" he cried desperately, her plea cutting into his heart like no knife could. "I will not go! Wait!"
She pulled away from him, certain he mocked her. She began to walk away... deeper into the forest where she could work undisturbed on how to control her tiara.
"Wait! I say it once more; hear me: I will not leave. I will stay! Will you not stay as well?"
"Why?" she asked bitterly. "Why should I hold you here? What can I possibly mean to you?"
"Everything!" he shouted. "Everything, and so much more! I love you!"
"You lie! You're making fun of me!" she screamed.
"I love you! Listen to me! If you will not stay with me, then I will journey through the worlds after you! I will follow you! I will find a way!"
Yet she believed him not, and slipped away through the mist. Weeping the longing tears of love, he ran after her. Sobbing, she clenched the tiara and thought wildly, I just want to go home.
She sat up on the attic floor, breathing heavily. Running to the old mirror, she found herself attired in Elven velvet, her "tool-box" and her tiara still in her hands, and the last of her paintings rolled through her silver belt. She threw the box and the chain to the floor, pulled the painting out of her belt, and still crying, jerked it open. She was about to rip it in two when she realized what it was: a half-finished sketch of the night sky that she had wanted to give to Legolas after she had completed it. Gingerly, she rolled it up and laid it on a desk. Then she ran to her room, flung herself on her bed and offered herself up to her anguish.
As for Legolas, he searched the wood about his father's palace the entire night, shouting Andrea's name. When it became obvious that she was not in close proximity to the palace, he returned and ordered those parties searching for the Dwarves to search equally diligently for Andrea. Unaccustomed to seeing their prince in this half-maddened state, the soldiers of Thranduil obeyed.
Legolas then sought Morniwen. Finding her waiting for him outside his own chamber with an infuriatingly smug _expression, he was so angry that he could not speak. Unaware of her own peril, she loosened his tongue for him.
"My poor Cúedhel. Is she gone already?"
"Witch!" he cried, and the sound of his voice was a thunder that shook the walls and startled the elf-maid so that she trembled.
"Serpent! Snake! Arrogant, hideous, conceited hag! Were you bred for the Evil One in the bowels of Dol Guldur? Monster! Demon!"
He raised his hand to strike her and was stopped only by the fact that the honor of his people would not permit such an act.
"Get out of my sight!" he shouted. "Get out of my sight before I kill you, regardless of your sex! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
As Morniwen fled down the hall behind him, Legolas ran into his room, cast himself upon his bed, and into his pillow screamed so that the palace shook, and his parents both came running. They cradled their son in their arms; desiring how they could help him, make him well. Yet the hour was late; they could not aid him now.
Review or my muses come after you with sugar...though that doesn't sound nearly as scary as it is...
~Phe-chan~
Andrea was still huddled wretchedly half-behind, half-beneath the garden bench when she heard Legolas calling Morniwen's name. She scooted back under the shrubs that hid the right side of the bench. She resolved to stay there until Legolas had gone and then attempt to use her tiara to return home. She wasn't quite sure how it worked, but with her extensive knowledge of stereotypical fairy-tale artifacts, she hoped to be able to learn fairly quickly.
Legolas was looking for Morniwen, it was true, yet not for the reason that the elven-maid's lie had caused Andrea to believe. Legolas had realized that Morniwen was right: he DID love Andrea. His honor compelled him to apologize and admit this to Morniwen. However, he also intended to tell her that now more than ever, he wanted their courtship ended.
Unable to find Morniwen, he returned to the gardens to see Andrea running northwards, a shining golden chain clasped tightly in one fist, her "tool-box" under her other arm, and a roll of parchment stuck through her belt. On impulse, he ran after her. She was faster than he had expected her to be, and she did not trip, as she was wont to do.
Still, Legolas was an Elf, and Andrea had barely got out of the gardens and into the forest before he had o'ertaken her and beseeched her,
"Soft! Why do you run from me? I have done you no harm? I will do you no harm."
"You're gonna go away. I'm going home so I don't have to deal with it," she whispered through quiet tears. He wondered why lips crowned with such pearls of sadness seemed so much softer and more fair.
"I have to go. I can't watch you leave."
Struggling to free her shoulders from his beautiful, long- fingered hands, she pleaded,
"Let go of me. You're breaking my heart. You said that Elves die of broken hearts. Let me go! Please... just let go..."
"I will never leave you! How can I?" he cried desperately, her plea cutting into his heart like no knife could. "I will not go! Wait!"
She pulled away from him, certain he mocked her. She began to walk away... deeper into the forest where she could work undisturbed on how to control her tiara.
"Wait! I say it once more; hear me: I will not leave. I will stay! Will you not stay as well?"
"Why?" she asked bitterly. "Why should I hold you here? What can I possibly mean to you?"
"Everything!" he shouted. "Everything, and so much more! I love you!"
"You lie! You're making fun of me!" she screamed.
"I love you! Listen to me! If you will not stay with me, then I will journey through the worlds after you! I will follow you! I will find a way!"
Yet she believed him not, and slipped away through the mist. Weeping the longing tears of love, he ran after her. Sobbing, she clenched the tiara and thought wildly, I just want to go home.
She sat up on the attic floor, breathing heavily. Running to the old mirror, she found herself attired in Elven velvet, her "tool-box" and her tiara still in her hands, and the last of her paintings rolled through her silver belt. She threw the box and the chain to the floor, pulled the painting out of her belt, and still crying, jerked it open. She was about to rip it in two when she realized what it was: a half-finished sketch of the night sky that she had wanted to give to Legolas after she had completed it. Gingerly, she rolled it up and laid it on a desk. Then she ran to her room, flung herself on her bed and offered herself up to her anguish.
As for Legolas, he searched the wood about his father's palace the entire night, shouting Andrea's name. When it became obvious that she was not in close proximity to the palace, he returned and ordered those parties searching for the Dwarves to search equally diligently for Andrea. Unaccustomed to seeing their prince in this half-maddened state, the soldiers of Thranduil obeyed.
Legolas then sought Morniwen. Finding her waiting for him outside his own chamber with an infuriatingly smug _expression, he was so angry that he could not speak. Unaware of her own peril, she loosened his tongue for him.
"My poor Cúedhel. Is she gone already?"
"Witch!" he cried, and the sound of his voice was a thunder that shook the walls and startled the elf-maid so that she trembled.
"Serpent! Snake! Arrogant, hideous, conceited hag! Were you bred for the Evil One in the bowels of Dol Guldur? Monster! Demon!"
He raised his hand to strike her and was stopped only by the fact that the honor of his people would not permit such an act.
"Get out of my sight!" he shouted. "Get out of my sight before I kill you, regardless of your sex! I hate you! I HATE YOU!"
As Morniwen fled down the hall behind him, Legolas ran into his room, cast himself upon his bed, and into his pillow screamed so that the palace shook, and his parents both came running. They cradled their son in their arms; desiring how they could help him, make him well. Yet the hour was late; they could not aid him now.
Review or my muses come after you with sugar...though that doesn't sound nearly as scary as it is...