Brought Up Halfway Between Angel's and Mortals.
An elf pushed out the boat towards the havens across the sea. His oars gleamed in the light, as he left he remembered his friends, and stopped. Could he really leave these beautiful lands to join his brethren? No. No. He turned around swiftly, the sea almost sighing at his change of heart, and hurried back into the forest that touched the sea. Onwards, to the new city of Elbriethan.
I
"A loaf of bread and that'll do nicely, thanks." A woman's voice rang out. The loaf was exchanged for a few coins, and then the woman departed. Market day in Elbriethan, full of busy bargain hunters and merchants. It was only just dawn, and people were too docile to barter, it was the perfect time for the merchants. The woman munched on her loaf and put the rest in a small pouch on her belt. She pulled her hood up, and concealed her belt quickly.
"I need arrows.desperately." Said a bargain hunter. He looked curiously at the arrows the merchant showed him.
"Elven, they say." The merchant persuaded. The stranger snorted, shaking his head.
"Those engravings aren't even vaguely Elven. But I'll take 12 of them, if you please." The woman shook her head also, pausing to watch the newcomer barter with several merchants for food and water. She followed him curiously, keeping to the shadows, her feet making no sound at all. The stranger paused at a guide stall, tired young faces staring up at him. He looked slightly worried, and bit his lip.
"I'll.take." He stopped, all confidence lost.
"You wont take any of them, because they don't know any of the trail's I know." The woman interrupted, stepping forth from the shadows. The stranger stepped back slightly, looking from the merchant to the woman curiously.
"Oh, blast you Mäerallé! You've lost me my customer." The merchant barked, cussing her and turning away. The stranger stared.
"Mäerallé? Are you Elven?" He asked, walking forward to her, as she leant languidly against the wooden post of the stall. Mäerallé frowned slightly, inhaling sharply.
"This is not the place to discuss such things, come with me, than we shall talk." She sped off into the shadows, climbing a wall, and disappearing from view. The stranger puzzled over following her, and then hurried after, pursuing her to an oak tree next to the forest. Mäerallé sat beneath it, staring up at him.
"It took you long enough. Now, you know Elven?" She asked, as he crouched down on the floor.
"Yes, I.I was going to leave these shores, but I found I could not. My name is Legolas, by the way." He said, leaning back on the tree. She sat up quickly, staring in awe at Legolas.
"The Legolas? The Legolas who fought at Helm's deep, who brought the Dwarves and Elves together?" She stuttered, her eyes going wide. "Y.you're a prince!" Legolas smiled slightly, nodding. Mäerallé removed her hood, chewing her lip slightly.
"I believe you have not answered my first question." He stated. He already knew the answer, as his sharp eyes had seen the pointed ears of the woman as she detached her hood.
"Half. I'm part human too. Been about for absolute ages, my mother left for the haven, and my dad's dead." She sighed, ceasing the lip chewing to stare at him. Realizing her mouth was slightly open; she closed it.
" I thought you were a bit small for an elf. But, that's beside the point, could you guide me through the new cities, as I have been alone on a small isle a way away." Legolas asked, getting up and helping her up also.
"Sure, um.your highness."
"No.please.call me Legolas."
"Ok then Legolas, follow me." She drew her sword, and marched forth, into the forest.
An elf pushed out the boat towards the havens across the sea. His oars gleamed in the light, as he left he remembered his friends, and stopped. Could he really leave these beautiful lands to join his brethren? No. No. He turned around swiftly, the sea almost sighing at his change of heart, and hurried back into the forest that touched the sea. Onwards, to the new city of Elbriethan.
I
"A loaf of bread and that'll do nicely, thanks." A woman's voice rang out. The loaf was exchanged for a few coins, and then the woman departed. Market day in Elbriethan, full of busy bargain hunters and merchants. It was only just dawn, and people were too docile to barter, it was the perfect time for the merchants. The woman munched on her loaf and put the rest in a small pouch on her belt. She pulled her hood up, and concealed her belt quickly.
"I need arrows.desperately." Said a bargain hunter. He looked curiously at the arrows the merchant showed him.
"Elven, they say." The merchant persuaded. The stranger snorted, shaking his head.
"Those engravings aren't even vaguely Elven. But I'll take 12 of them, if you please." The woman shook her head also, pausing to watch the newcomer barter with several merchants for food and water. She followed him curiously, keeping to the shadows, her feet making no sound at all. The stranger paused at a guide stall, tired young faces staring up at him. He looked slightly worried, and bit his lip.
"I'll.take." He stopped, all confidence lost.
"You wont take any of them, because they don't know any of the trail's I know." The woman interrupted, stepping forth from the shadows. The stranger stepped back slightly, looking from the merchant to the woman curiously.
"Oh, blast you Mäerallé! You've lost me my customer." The merchant barked, cussing her and turning away. The stranger stared.
"Mäerallé? Are you Elven?" He asked, walking forward to her, as she leant languidly against the wooden post of the stall. Mäerallé frowned slightly, inhaling sharply.
"This is not the place to discuss such things, come with me, than we shall talk." She sped off into the shadows, climbing a wall, and disappearing from view. The stranger puzzled over following her, and then hurried after, pursuing her to an oak tree next to the forest. Mäerallé sat beneath it, staring up at him.
"It took you long enough. Now, you know Elven?" She asked, as he crouched down on the floor.
"Yes, I.I was going to leave these shores, but I found I could not. My name is Legolas, by the way." He said, leaning back on the tree. She sat up quickly, staring in awe at Legolas.
"The Legolas? The Legolas who fought at Helm's deep, who brought the Dwarves and Elves together?" She stuttered, her eyes going wide. "Y.you're a prince!" Legolas smiled slightly, nodding. Mäerallé removed her hood, chewing her lip slightly.
"I believe you have not answered my first question." He stated. He already knew the answer, as his sharp eyes had seen the pointed ears of the woman as she detached her hood.
"Half. I'm part human too. Been about for absolute ages, my mother left for the haven, and my dad's dead." She sighed, ceasing the lip chewing to stare at him. Realizing her mouth was slightly open; she closed it.
" I thought you were a bit small for an elf. But, that's beside the point, could you guide me through the new cities, as I have been alone on a small isle a way away." Legolas asked, getting up and helping her up also.
"Sure, um.your highness."
"No.please.call me Legolas."
"Ok then Legolas, follow me." She drew her sword, and marched forth, into the forest.