I stared at my dad. From the look on his face I though he would kill me. His blue-gray eyes showed bright in the sun.
"Chill pop, no Biggy," I said trying to lighten the mood.
"Here daughters obey their fathers!" He yelled in our tongue.
"Yeah, I bet they aren't allowed to speak either," I said calmly back.
"Go away until you can speak politely," he said, this time in English.
"uh, Dad-,"
"Go," he said and pointed to an exit.
I squinted at him, got out of my chair, and stormed out of the garden we were sitting in
"Carí mama taro!" I screamed as I left.
I walked until I couldn't be angry anymore. I took in my surroundings.
The air was light as I breathed in. Not smoke-filled like the air of all the cities I've lived in. I looked up at the clear blue sky and then below at the rivers of clear blue water and the eerie glow of the trees reflecting the sun. I listened to the birds in the trees, and watched as a hawk flew over my head. I felt like I could talk to him.
"Hey!" I called to him. And as soon as the call left my mouth he wheeled around and flew toward me.
I stuck my forearm out for a perch and he landed, talons sinking into my flesh.
"Who are you, that can speak to me?" I heard him say in my head. His curious eyes on me, cocking his head from side to side.
"I'm Jonny," I said aloud.
"Are you an Elf?" He asked.
"No, I'm not an Elf," I told him, "What's your name?"
"I am Barak," he replied, "What are you, if you're no Elf?"
"I'm human…ish," I shrugged, "I've never been able to speak to animals before."
"Maybe you didn't listen."
"Maybe," I said thoughtfully.
"I must hunt. Nice meeting you, Jonny," Barak said and took off of my arm sinking his talons a little deeper into my skin before releasing me.
I flinched a little and watched him go.
"Never have I met a maiden of men that could speak to a hawk and understand," said a voice from behind me.
I turned to see Legolas, who must have followed me after my fit of rage.
"I'm just figuring that out also," I replied and hugged my uncovered belly because I felt cold.
"Here put this on," he said, handing me his tan cloak he was wearing earlier, "It will keep you warm, since you refuse to wear what Aidwen brought you."
"Thanks, but I'm good," I refused.
"I insist."
"Desent put you up to this, didn't he?" I accused.
"No he asked my father. And he in turn asked me," he smirked.
I rolled my eyes and took the cloak and put it on, "Help! I lost!" I yelped getting stuck, "I can't find the opening!"
Legolas laughed as he helped me get to the opening for my head.
I popped through, "Thanks," I said, red cheeked.
"You're welcome," he replied, a glint in his eyes.
"Hey. You have blue eyes," I said confused.
He kept smiling.
"I thought you had brown."
Still smiling.
"Fine, keep your secrets. But your eyes changed colors," I said crossing my arms.
Off in the distance, I heard a horse whinny.
"You have horses here?" I asked with a smile.
"Indeed."
"Show me," I said and grabbed his hand as I leapt toward the sound.
When we got to the gate and stables I saw a beige mare lying on the ground, breathing heavily.
"What's wrong?" I asked Legolas, who squinted at the horse.
"She is giving birth," he stated.
"She's calling for help. I hear her in my head," I told him concerned.
"She is capable of this on her own," he said.
Not listening I pulled the cloak over my head and handed it to him.