"Ainulindalë! Calm down! Death threats are getting us no where," Legolas said calmly to make her think clearly.
"Who the hell said it was a threat!" She shouted. Legolas' eyes widened for no one had ever spoken to him thusly. "Sorry."
"Killing another elf, rape or not, is unforgivable, and one of things that will deny you access to the Halls of Mandos," he said seriously.
"I know but he deserves death for it. She has a boyfriend and the only reason she stayed innocent was that she wanted to wait for that special person. She believed that person was Gielan. Brilthor took that from the both of them. I'm going to go see how she fares. Legolas, may I bring her back here?" She asked hopefully.
"Yes, of course. A great injustice has been done to her. She is more than welcome in my home," he answered gently.
"O.k. I should be no more than a day, but if not, don't come looking for me. I will return," she said. "Legolas, do you think I could borrow some clothes?"
Legolas raised an eyebrow to this.
"Why do you need my clothes?"
"Elves all over the eastern village of Mirkwood know who I am. Your clothes will give me a better chance of slipping in unnoticed. Do I need to explain why I need a sword?"
"Fine," he sighed.
Legolas crawled to the end of his bed and opened the trunk. He began rifling through his clothes. He threw a pure white shirt, dark green leggings, a light green and brown tunic, wrist guards, a belt and a pair of soft, brown boots that were too small for him at Ainulindalë. She stripped off her dress to begin putting on his clothes. He blushed and immediately turned away. She laughed.
"Why does my naked body make you blush so, when you have been quite intimate with me before?" She asked feigning curiosity. She put her hands on her hips waiting for an answer. The tips of Legolas' ears went pink when she pointed this out.
"I only blush because of the way I was raised. I have never known a woman who would readily throw her clothes off in public," he said haughtily.
"Public?" She shook her head and was launched into a laughing fit. She put his clothes on, nearly toppling over twice and when she was finished dressing she could barely breathe. Legolas was sitting with his arms folded pretending to be annoyed.
"So, do you wish sword or bow?" He said this slightly arrogantly.
"I am better with a sword, but whatever you can find I'll manage with," she answered still grinning from earlier.
Legolas hopped off his bed and walked to his closet. He rummaged through it for a few moments and produced a sheathed sword. He handed it to Ainulindalë. She pulled the sword from its sheath and her jaw dropped.
"You cannot give me this," she said quietly in awe.
"Why not?" He asked.
"Look at it," she answered completely entranced.
The sword was a single hand sword, so you could fight while on horseback. It was light and thin and so bright it looked like it was fashioned from the stars themselves. Its hilt was made of bronze and on it, written in elvish runes, was the words 'Uuma ma' ten' rashwe, ta tuluva a' lle' which meant "Don't look for trouble, it will come to you…" Ainulindalë moved it with a few quick motions. She loved its song. It was not the metallic nothingness but a smooth beauty that truly made it unique.
"What about it?" He asked quietly.
"Legolas, I do not need something so extravagant to defend myself," she answered.
"I would feel better if you took it. Please?" He asked fearing for her safety.
"Fine," she sighed.
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A/N: I'm back!! Yay! Did you miss me? Anyway…I hope you like this chapter…It may be messy I was in a rush cuz it's late and I just got home today! Please review…I like to know what I'm doing right and what I'm doing wrong… Feed back is the best way to make my story better and your reading experience great! I changed my pen name but I am still Gia…: ) Well, sorry it's short and I'll have another chapter up tomorrow. Thanks again for reading. Luv Gia