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In a short time, the two had stumbled across the great city of Nadisha, a wondrous city, made from pure marble and slate. Legolas gazed in awe at the buildings, whilst Mäerallé convinced the guards to let them in. The dwarf at the front of the gates moved, and the two of them plodded inside. Mäerallé smiled slightly at Legolas' confusion and wonderment at the fortress and huge buildings.
"It's both Dwarf and Human." She said, gesturing at random houses. "The dwarves call it their city of wonders, the humans call it Everland because once you come here you want to stay forever." She paused, letting Legolas take in all she said. "I've come here several times, none too long, but it's a nice place to recuperate from.uh.things." Legolas glanced at her, raising a brow.
"What sort of 'things'?" He asked, folding his arms stubbornly. Mäerallé shrugged and stuck her tongue out.
"Whatever things you like to imagine." She flounced into a large hall, where dwarves were gathering.
"And pray tell what happened to the Princely respect?" He questioned, blocking her way. She curtsied, and skipped round him, to a table of fruit and bread. Legolas followed, chuckling to himself as he did so. He plucked a ripe peach from the bowls of fruit, and munched silently, occasionally breaking out in snorts of laughter as Mäerallé flung her dark blonde hair behind her and knelt at his feet, throwing in the sporadic 'Oh wise Prince' for show. After she had quite finished, she took a dagger from her belt, and used it to delicately cut some bread.
"I'm sure that isn't what that's meant for." Legolas grinned. Mäerallé cocked her head to one side quickly, and put it away.
"No kidding." She started. "I've killed creatures with this dagger, and don't you forget it! But.I kill more by my bow than with my dagger." She snapped out of the conversation quickly, choosing to talk to a human who was passing by. Legolas pondered about her weapons, why did she need them? Was she an assassin? Either way, she was his guide, and a lot of fun.and help. She laughed merrily as the human twirled her around on the hall's slate floor. How pretty she looked, He thought. He then shook his head, dismissing his thoughts and smiling. He had no time for things like that, for he needed to find the last place of his brethren and sit in contemplation there. As the day drew to a close, the two set up in the hall to sleep. Mäerallé settled down, and curled up underneath her cloak. Legolas smiled softly and sighed. He too settled down and fell asleep. As the two slept, the dwarves smiled, each laying a garland down by Legolas' feet.
"To the Prince of Elves." They all whispered, before leaving the two to sleep. When Legolas awoke the next morning, he found no trace of Mäerallé and panicked. The men all sniggered at his fright, and gestured to another room. He read the dwarfish on the door ''Bathroom'' it said. Legolas rolled his eyes, and paced, waiting for Mäerallé to finish her bath. As she came out from the door, Legolas sprung on her.
"Where to next?" He asked, grabbing her by the shoulders almost desperately. Mäerallé seemed puzzled, and then her eyes glistened with realization.
"Uh.over the mountains, to Helvellie. It's quite nice there." She sighed, waving at her friends. Then exiting the hall, taking Legolas with her. They left Nadisha swiftly, and Mäerallé looked up towards the mountains, sighing uncomfortably. She shrugged her cloak on her shoulders, and Legolas smiled. Could he really ever find the last known city of elves?
In a short time, the two had stumbled across the great city of Nadisha, a wondrous city, made from pure marble and slate. Legolas gazed in awe at the buildings, whilst Mäerallé convinced the guards to let them in. The dwarf at the front of the gates moved, and the two of them plodded inside. Mäerallé smiled slightly at Legolas' confusion and wonderment at the fortress and huge buildings.
"It's both Dwarf and Human." She said, gesturing at random houses. "The dwarves call it their city of wonders, the humans call it Everland because once you come here you want to stay forever." She paused, letting Legolas take in all she said. "I've come here several times, none too long, but it's a nice place to recuperate from.uh.things." Legolas glanced at her, raising a brow.
"What sort of 'things'?" He asked, folding his arms stubbornly. Mäerallé shrugged and stuck her tongue out.
"Whatever things you like to imagine." She flounced into a large hall, where dwarves were gathering.
"And pray tell what happened to the Princely respect?" He questioned, blocking her way. She curtsied, and skipped round him, to a table of fruit and bread. Legolas followed, chuckling to himself as he did so. He plucked a ripe peach from the bowls of fruit, and munched silently, occasionally breaking out in snorts of laughter as Mäerallé flung her dark blonde hair behind her and knelt at his feet, throwing in the sporadic 'Oh wise Prince' for show. After she had quite finished, she took a dagger from her belt, and used it to delicately cut some bread.
"I'm sure that isn't what that's meant for." Legolas grinned. Mäerallé cocked her head to one side quickly, and put it away.
"No kidding." She started. "I've killed creatures with this dagger, and don't you forget it! But.I kill more by my bow than with my dagger." She snapped out of the conversation quickly, choosing to talk to a human who was passing by. Legolas pondered about her weapons, why did she need them? Was she an assassin? Either way, she was his guide, and a lot of fun.and help. She laughed merrily as the human twirled her around on the hall's slate floor. How pretty she looked, He thought. He then shook his head, dismissing his thoughts and smiling. He had no time for things like that, for he needed to find the last place of his brethren and sit in contemplation there. As the day drew to a close, the two set up in the hall to sleep. Mäerallé settled down, and curled up underneath her cloak. Legolas smiled softly and sighed. He too settled down and fell asleep. As the two slept, the dwarves smiled, each laying a garland down by Legolas' feet.
"To the Prince of Elves." They all whispered, before leaving the two to sleep. When Legolas awoke the next morning, he found no trace of Mäerallé and panicked. The men all sniggered at his fright, and gestured to another room. He read the dwarfish on the door ''Bathroom'' it said. Legolas rolled his eyes, and paced, waiting for Mäerallé to finish her bath. As she came out from the door, Legolas sprung on her.
"Where to next?" He asked, grabbing her by the shoulders almost desperately. Mäerallé seemed puzzled, and then her eyes glistened with realization.
"Uh.over the mountains, to Helvellie. It's quite nice there." She sighed, waving at her friends. Then exiting the hall, taking Legolas with her. They left Nadisha swiftly, and Mäerallé looked up towards the mountains, sighing uncomfortably. She shrugged her cloak on her shoulders, and Legolas smiled. Could he really ever find the last known city of elves?