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The Double Cross –Chapter 6
Eleanor was left alone in her new room. A she-elf, whatever her name was, went to look for new clothes. After all, she was all wet and she was not wearing the proper clothes according to their standards. The room was painted in dark forest green. There was a bed at the right side of the room. It was one of the old fashion beds that have four wooden poles, one at each corner of the bed. White curtains hung from the vertical rods which were connected to the four poles. The box which came with her and her whip was placed on a wooden desk on the left. In the middle, there was a big window that can see directly to the archery field.
Eleanor dropped her bag and leaned back as she fell onto the bed, closing her eyes and not caring if she is making a mess. She inhaled deeply, enjoying her little moment of silence. She needed time for everything to sink in. All the events happened seemed nothing but a dream. Opening her eyes, nothing changed, she was still in that dark forest green coloured room. She should know better because she felt the sting from the bruises Legolas give to her.
No matter what, she always seemed to be the wrong person at the wrong place, at the wrong time. It happened last time and it happened now. She reached into her bag and found her wallet, opening it, she saw her family portrait. Her mother and father sat comfortably on a chair in front while her sister and she stood at the back, with her leaning on her mother's shoulder while her sister leaned on her father's. Each of them was smiling as they took the picture. It was New Year and they have just moved to Vancouver from Hong Kong a month prior so the whole background was covered with red as red means good fortune to the Chinese. However, now, the red at the background seemed to foreshadow the endless bloodshed that soon happened after.
At that time, she was a spoiled brat, always wanting things to go her way, never even considering about others. Maybe it was her personality or her bad communication skills that caused things to happen. Whatever it was it didn't matter anymore as it had happen a long time ago, never again will she see her parents, and never again will she see her sister. She will never forgive what her sister did to her parents. Eleanor made sure she delivered that message to her sister during their last encounter.
Someone knocked on the door before he or she opened it. It was that elf again; she placed the stack of clothes on the desk. Nodding at Eleanor, she exited the room.
Whatever happened, it was in the past, she can't change it and she can't do anything to help what has occurred. She understood it was out of her power to change and she wasn't even going to try.
Smiling as she got up, she changed into a long white dress that was traced with gold and silver threads all. It had a simple design, with a U-shaped collar at the front and ballooned sleeves which tighten from her elbows downward. There were two layers to the dress, the top layer splits into an upside-down V, revealing another layer of white garment underneath. Wearing the dress reminded Eleanor of those women during the Renaissances. In her high school years, she didn't like to wear dresses because she was afraid of what other would see from it-elephant sized legs and a huge ass. Hell, she doesn't give a damn anymore. So what if my ass is big, sue me.
Alright Eleanor, you can do it. Just use the methods that work for you all the time. Eleanor picked up her bag and whip, taking a deep breath before she opened her door. Being indecisive was never part of her vocabulary list, she prefer to get things done and over with.
He was sitting comfortably underneath a big tree, reading a book. His bow was placed beside him, along with his arrows and his Elven knives. His silver blond hair shined moved in a wave as wind gently blew. He didn't even look up when she approached him.
"Hello Legolas."
Silence. Not very talkative I see. Let's just get this over with.
Strategy #1: Sucking Up
"Wow, impressive. I can't actually remember the last time I've read. What book are you reading right now?"
Legolas looked up from his book, "if you are trying to get my approval. The answer is 'no'." With that, he continued reading.
Bastard…
Strategy #2: Whining
"Please Legolas! You have to let me go! This is my only chance of going home. Please, pretty please, please!!" Eleanor grabbed the hand which Legolas was using to hold the book and waved it back and forth.
Legolas shook his head, gently pulling away, "Lady Eleanor, it is improper for you to hang onto a man no matter what the reason is. It was being thoughtless of me to do what I did before. I've let my pride get in the way. Therefore, we are now even, considering what you have said in front of my father and others. However, the journey to Rivendell might seem to be close yet it is far. There are sightings of orcs roaming along the borders of Mirkwood. I do not see a reason why you would put your life in the line for a simple box."
It is my only chance to go home! Why can't you understand that? Do you really hate me this much to see me suffer? Or you just wanted to see me beg? If you don't want to do it the easy way, I'll do it the easier way.
Eleanor picked up one of his two knives, handing one to him she spoke in a determined voice, "Let us duel. If I win, I can go."
"I will not fight with you. My decision is made and it is final. You do not have the physical ability to do it and you do not know your way around these woods. This is not about me going against you. It is about your safety. If you wanted to transport that box to Rivendell, I will personally do it for you."
"Why don't you just let me go with you?" Eleanor yelled, "I didn't mean to fall onto your bed. I didn't want that to happen! You think that I even wanted to be here! You think that I wanted to transfer that fucking box to that place! I am sick of this! Why am I always in this powerless position! Why am I always being pushed around?" She turned and ran for the forest. Legolas took a step forward, raising his hand as if he could touch her retreating form. He opened his mouth but no sound came out. He watched until she disappeared.
"I'm sorry."
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Eleanor kept running. Getting lost and the monsters which Legolas referred to as orcs never crossed her mind. Tears swelled in her eyes but she made no intention of wiping it away, it blurred her vision; just like her life. Everything about her situation were crashing down onto her, suffocating her-going to an unknown place; getting a transportation mission; having no chance of return; being refused for she was weak and did not know the way.
She tripped upon a log and fell face first onto the muddy water. She pushed herself up. Going on all four, she looked at her reflection on the dirty water. She did something she didn't do ever since her parents died- she cried as she screamed in pain and agony.
"God I am sick of this! If you want a piece of me, I am right here! Come and get me you mother fucker! I was never as strong as I portrayed to be. I am not some action hero; I am just a girl trying a place where I can belong. Is it that difficult?"
She continued to look at her own reflection. Instead of seeing an Asian girl that have the perfect hair and clothes, she found herself looking at a girl with mud all over her face. Her clean body was wet again; her white dress was now splash with mud and grass. She laughed at the image she saw, she could almost feel her heart lighten up.
"I never thought you can look like what you look now Eleanor. God, if he won't let me go. Then I really have to make a run for it. What do you think?"
Ever since she was small, she had this habit of talking to herself to a mirror because her friends were too ignorant to listen to her to talk about her feelings. The mirror is always patient in listening to her. It is always there when she needed a chat. Most of all, unlike people, it will never tell another soul what she said.
Suddenly a loud roar was heard. It echoed around the forest, making it impossible to distinguish the direction it came from.
Looking around in horror, she stood up quickly. All she saw were trees, trees and trees, the palace was nowhere in sight. She pulled out her whip and Legolas' knife.
It can't be orcs could it? Shit what have I gotten myself into!
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