A/N: This isn't a chapter I'm very happy with.. it may be edited later. I
don't have a beta reader, so anyone willing, please email or IM me : )
Chapter Two
"Papa?" I opened my father's study door. As always, he was behind his desk, his back towards me.
"Ah, Mersol? Is that you?" Mersol is my older sister; "I've been meaning to talk to you." He turned in his chair to look at me, and stopped his sentence, realizing it was just I.
"Uh, Papa? Can I talk to you?" I asked, looking at the ground.
"I'm a bit preoccupied, but sure." Walking into his study, I sat on a corner of his desk and slumped my shoulders.
"I. um. I. uh." I was terrified to tell my Father that I had let an elf see me, and talk to me. He would explode! I bit my lip and stared at a blank parchment on his desk, "Papa, I-I-I saw an elf, a-an-and he saw me, and we had a slight conversation, and I'm really, really sorry." I said it all really fast, and shut my eyes tightly, waiting for him to tear off my head.
"You WHAT?!" He bellowed, "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS AND FOOLISH?!" My lower lip started to tremble. I've never dealt well with being yelled at.
"I said I was sorry-"
His voice over powered mine, "Sorry?! SORRY? SORRY WON'T FIX WHAT YOU HAVE HARMED!" He lowered his voice to where it was almost inaudible, but the rage was clearly in it. "Now leave my sight so I can fix yet another predicament you have put this race in. If you don't want to be dead anytime soon, I suggest you stay out of my way for awhile."
"Y-yes, sir." I left the room slowly, my head watched my feet move. I shut his door behind me and leaned on it, sighing deeply. I wanted to cry. Any other faerie would have cried. But I wouldn't allow it. I've never cried in my life and do not plan on doing so any time soon.
Once I heard my 'Father's' curses, I decided it was time for a walk in the gardens. As I strolled to my private gardens, my thoughts kept wondering back to Legolas. He was the first elf I'd ever met, and I was now very curious about them. I wanted to see him again, but I knew that would be impossible.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice where I was going, and ran into something (I do tend to do that a lot.) and fell down on my rear end. To my luck, that 'something' happened to be the most gorgeous male faerie.
"Oh, Drenai! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." He said, stretching out his arm to help me up.
"It's my fault Kimrud. Everything is my fault. I should be sorry. All of Middle Earth would be best off without me." I took his hand, and hopped up. I scowled at Kimrud--one of the few people who do try to be nice and tolerate me--and walked off without giving him a last glance. I was in a fowl mood, and all I wanted was to be left alone in the solitude of my gardens.
My gardens. They were the most beautiful of them all. Poppies covered most of the land, but there were a variety of different flowers and colors. There was a small ring of grass in the middle of it all, big enough for one faerie to sit in. My own Faerie ring! It took a lot to earn one, but being the leaders daughter, I'd gotten one by doing nothing. I walked the path to the ring, and sat inside it. Suddenly, all my worries left me. I hadn't a care in the world (I usually don't but you know what I mean).
I closed my eyes and inhaled the different essences. I'm not one for meditating, but right now I just was in the mood. I cleared my mind of every thought, every memory, every image. All but one. Legolas, again! I was getting sick of him already. or was I? His sweet, young, innocent face lingered in my mind. The words he said quite clear. For all I knew, I was developing a liking towards this elf. And that meant some trouble. Elves are just plain trouble, anyway.
I shook my head, trying to free the thought of Legolas, and this time was successful. I sat there for a long time, thinking and feeling nothing. The only thing filling me was the grass and flowers. And soon, I fell asleep.
Chapter Two
"Papa?" I opened my father's study door. As always, he was behind his desk, his back towards me.
"Ah, Mersol? Is that you?" Mersol is my older sister; "I've been meaning to talk to you." He turned in his chair to look at me, and stopped his sentence, realizing it was just I.
"Uh, Papa? Can I talk to you?" I asked, looking at the ground.
"I'm a bit preoccupied, but sure." Walking into his study, I sat on a corner of his desk and slumped my shoulders.
"I. um. I. uh." I was terrified to tell my Father that I had let an elf see me, and talk to me. He would explode! I bit my lip and stared at a blank parchment on his desk, "Papa, I-I-I saw an elf, a-an-and he saw me, and we had a slight conversation, and I'm really, really sorry." I said it all really fast, and shut my eyes tightly, waiting for him to tear off my head.
"You WHAT?!" He bellowed, "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS AND FOOLISH?!" My lower lip started to tremble. I've never dealt well with being yelled at.
"I said I was sorry-"
His voice over powered mine, "Sorry?! SORRY? SORRY WON'T FIX WHAT YOU HAVE HARMED!" He lowered his voice to where it was almost inaudible, but the rage was clearly in it. "Now leave my sight so I can fix yet another predicament you have put this race in. If you don't want to be dead anytime soon, I suggest you stay out of my way for awhile."
"Y-yes, sir." I left the room slowly, my head watched my feet move. I shut his door behind me and leaned on it, sighing deeply. I wanted to cry. Any other faerie would have cried. But I wouldn't allow it. I've never cried in my life and do not plan on doing so any time soon.
Once I heard my 'Father's' curses, I decided it was time for a walk in the gardens. As I strolled to my private gardens, my thoughts kept wondering back to Legolas. He was the first elf I'd ever met, and I was now very curious about them. I wanted to see him again, but I knew that would be impossible.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't notice where I was going, and ran into something (I do tend to do that a lot.) and fell down on my rear end. To my luck, that 'something' happened to be the most gorgeous male faerie.
"Oh, Drenai! I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." He said, stretching out his arm to help me up.
"It's my fault Kimrud. Everything is my fault. I should be sorry. All of Middle Earth would be best off without me." I took his hand, and hopped up. I scowled at Kimrud--one of the few people who do try to be nice and tolerate me--and walked off without giving him a last glance. I was in a fowl mood, and all I wanted was to be left alone in the solitude of my gardens.
My gardens. They were the most beautiful of them all. Poppies covered most of the land, but there were a variety of different flowers and colors. There was a small ring of grass in the middle of it all, big enough for one faerie to sit in. My own Faerie ring! It took a lot to earn one, but being the leaders daughter, I'd gotten one by doing nothing. I walked the path to the ring, and sat inside it. Suddenly, all my worries left me. I hadn't a care in the world (I usually don't but you know what I mean).
I closed my eyes and inhaled the different essences. I'm not one for meditating, but right now I just was in the mood. I cleared my mind of every thought, every memory, every image. All but one. Legolas, again! I was getting sick of him already. or was I? His sweet, young, innocent face lingered in my mind. The words he said quite clear. For all I knew, I was developing a liking towards this elf. And that meant some trouble. Elves are just plain trouble, anyway.
I shook my head, trying to free the thought of Legolas, and this time was successful. I sat there for a long time, thinking and feeling nothing. The only thing filling me was the grass and flowers. And soon, I fell asleep.