A/N: Ahhhhhhh!! Don't eat me, please! I'm sooooo sorry that I haven't
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The crunching of Legolas' and my own feet on the earth seemed to be the only sound heard in the woods. We had not talked since I had asked if Legolas would like to go on a walk. The silence, to say the least, was quite uncomfortable.
"So." Started I. Legolas turned to look at me.
"So?" I chewed the inside of my lip, thinking of just what we could talk about. What do Elves and Faeries have in common? What do both races like? I could not think of a thing.
"Uh." I drew a blank.
"What is your family like?" Legolas asked non-chantilly. I cringed. Of all things to ask, that was what he pulled out of his brainless-pretty, the back of my mind helpfully supplied-head.
"Well. my mother died when I was only fifty-three. It seemed to have broken my fathers heart, so he busied himself with benefiting his people. I have only one sister. She is older than I, so she bosses me around." I took a deep breath in, stealing a side-glance at the elf next to me, who was staring back.
"My apologies, then."
"Yes, well. It is all right." Once again, silence.
*****
That night, after I had returned home, the smiling face of Kimrud welcomed me. Sometimes, he was just a bit too much. He was always happy, always nice. It got annoying once in awhile.
"Hullo, Drenai! How are you?"
I kept all emotion off my face. all besides boredom. "I'm magnificent, Kimrud. Can't you tell?" Kimrud's face fell.
"Where were you off to today?" He asked politely.
"I went out for a walk. How about you?"
"I stayed around here all day, which you should do too. If you would just stay here, you wouldn't get in such trouble so often." His eye's held so much worry that I had to soften my face a bit, glad that at least one cared a little.
"I know, but I hate being kept here for so lo-" I was cut off by a harsh voice calling my name. I turned slowly to face the plump, red face of my father.
"Good evening, Papa." I tried to remain calm.
"Drenai RosÃn Lymoth! Where have you been all day? I trust not frolicking with that-that Elf!" He burst, spit flying everywhere.
"N-no, o-of course not. I-I-I wouldn't want to put our race in any more danger than it is already," I replied quickly, hoping it would all end.
"Good," was all he could say. He turned abruptly on his heal, and walked off briskly muttering to himself. Once he was out of sight, I let out the breath that I did not know I had been holding. The young male faery next to me clucked his tongue disapprovingly, but said nothing. I looked at him perceptively, and, too, walked off, but to my own rooms.
The crunching of Legolas' and my own feet on the earth seemed to be the only sound heard in the woods. We had not talked since I had asked if Legolas would like to go on a walk. The silence, to say the least, was quite uncomfortable.
"So." Started I. Legolas turned to look at me.
"So?" I chewed the inside of my lip, thinking of just what we could talk about. What do Elves and Faeries have in common? What do both races like? I could not think of a thing.
"Uh." I drew a blank.
"What is your family like?" Legolas asked non-chantilly. I cringed. Of all things to ask, that was what he pulled out of his brainless-pretty, the back of my mind helpfully supplied-head.
"Well. my mother died when I was only fifty-three. It seemed to have broken my fathers heart, so he busied himself with benefiting his people. I have only one sister. She is older than I, so she bosses me around." I took a deep breath in, stealing a side-glance at the elf next to me, who was staring back.
"My apologies, then."
"Yes, well. It is all right." Once again, silence.
*****
That night, after I had returned home, the smiling face of Kimrud welcomed me. Sometimes, he was just a bit too much. He was always happy, always nice. It got annoying once in awhile.
"Hullo, Drenai! How are you?"
I kept all emotion off my face. all besides boredom. "I'm magnificent, Kimrud. Can't you tell?" Kimrud's face fell.
"Where were you off to today?" He asked politely.
"I went out for a walk. How about you?"
"I stayed around here all day, which you should do too. If you would just stay here, you wouldn't get in such trouble so often." His eye's held so much worry that I had to soften my face a bit, glad that at least one cared a little.
"I know, but I hate being kept here for so lo-" I was cut off by a harsh voice calling my name. I turned slowly to face the plump, red face of my father.
"Good evening, Papa." I tried to remain calm.
"Drenai RosÃn Lymoth! Where have you been all day? I trust not frolicking with that-that Elf!" He burst, spit flying everywhere.
"N-no, o-of course not. I-I-I wouldn't want to put our race in any more danger than it is already," I replied quickly, hoping it would all end.
"Good," was all he could say. He turned abruptly on his heal, and walked off briskly muttering to himself. Once he was out of sight, I let out the breath that I did not know I had been holding. The young male faery next to me clucked his tongue disapprovingly, but said nothing. I looked at him perceptively, and, too, walked off, but to my own rooms.