Nenya, Vilya, Narya, & Linya
By Aimi
Chapter Three
AN: Thanks for the reviews, you guys. ;D
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I heard a tittering outside my door when I awoke after a night of very little sleep.
Oh how I wished who ever it was outside my door would shut up!
There went that horrible tittering sound again. Who ever this person was, they were such fakes...
I threw back the covers with great sigh. "Okay someone has to pay!"
My door barely squeaked as it cracked open, I saw one familiar person and another I did not know.
Alkar was almost throwing herself on this poor hapless elf. But still, enough is enough with that horrible tittering! It was enough to make a Orcs' head blow up from the sheer sound of it.
"Alkar, I am trying to get some rest. Please keep it down." I said briskly with my arms crossed.
Alkar looked away from the elf she was throwing herself at and gave me a disdainful look.
"My sister, Lindëoelena." To me she said, "Goodness, it's time that you woke up!"
I huffed at that, "You would be tired too if someone kept you up with their horrible singing!"
"Come, Legolas." She said dragging the poor elf towards a door leading outside to the
courtyard, "I hear the gardens are wonderful in the morning hours."
I walked back into my room, annoyed as all get out. If it wasn't Alkar who kept me up all night, then who in world was it?
Out on the terrace the air had tinge to it, which gave me the thought this was going to be a long day...great.
There came a knock at my door, Lammen entered, "I thought you were under a spell, I
couldn't wake you at all earlier!"
I looked over and sighed, "Sorry, had a long night. Singing, tons of it." I slipped on my riding dress, I felt the need to get away from these walls, "It was strange too. It wasn't Alkar, so I am thinking it was next door."
Lammen picked up a brush and began working on my hair, "What did it sound like?"
I frowned at myself in the vanity mirror, "Like a mixture of black speech and quenya. The singer was neither male nor female, nor too loud or too soft."
Lammen dropped the brush and quickly went after it.
"Lammen?" I asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Your shaking like a leaf."
She sighed from behind me, "Fine, a little surprised at dropping the brush." She place the
brush back on the vanity table, "Don't go too far or stay out too late."
I nodded, "I'll try not too."
~*~
I am normally not the paranoid type, but I felt as I was being closely watched by something. Several times I could have swore I heard someone walking behind me, only to see there was none.
Horse's cry was heard and I turned to be faced once more with that strange mortal.
"You" I said sharply. "Who are you?"
He rode his brown gelding up next to my horse, "A friend of the king."
I open my mouth to say more, but a sudden pain in my left hand seared up, "Ah!"
He gave a long look at the hand, which wore the ring, "Get rid of it on the first full moon."
My eyes widen and glanced down to the ring, and then looked up to find him gone, "Great stars..." The pain had stopped at least.
Tittering, oh great my sister was out here too, probably still tittering and hanging all over that elf.
I quietly rode my horse towards the source of tittering and put that crazy Mortal out of my thoughts, "Ugh." Was the first thing out of my mouth, it wasn't Alkar tittering at her newest conquest, it was Orophin from Lorien who was tittering.
"Thought I'd never lose her," I was so busy getting sick over the tittering blockheads that I hadn't heard this newcomer.
I gasped and looked down beside me, it was that blonde elf, Legoglass, Leggyloo,
Leg-something, "Um you, you are....um...I've seem to forgotten your name."
"Legolas, son of Thranduil." He said with a slight bow, "And I too have forgotten your
name."
"Lindëoelena, daughter of Annael. So your Thranduil's son," We edged away further from the air head elves, "I didn't know he had a son."
Nearby was Legolas' own mount, I was unsure what more to say.
"Not many do, Lindëoelena. Sorry if what I said about your sister offended you."
I shook my head no, "Believe I talk like that about her all the time and it's good to hear I am not the only one who thinks her so."
He smiled and I grinned, "It was nice meeting you, Legolas."
Before I left he asked if he could call me, which I politely said no. I've got enough to deal with, lets not add on a love interest to the list...
I rode alone on the way to the White City, my horse seem to be skittish, "Shhh, Quesse."
Once more I felt eyes on me and the sun was falling quickly, I grew fearful as time past.
"Noro lim." I urged the horse into a canter
A gasp escaped me when Quesse reared back and I fell........
TBC
Review, be nice, polite in your critique.
Thank you.
By Aimi
Chapter Three
AN: Thanks for the reviews, you guys. ;D
~*~
I heard a tittering outside my door when I awoke after a night of very little sleep.
Oh how I wished who ever it was outside my door would shut up!
There went that horrible tittering sound again. Who ever this person was, they were such fakes...
I threw back the covers with great sigh. "Okay someone has to pay!"
My door barely squeaked as it cracked open, I saw one familiar person and another I did not know.
Alkar was almost throwing herself on this poor hapless elf. But still, enough is enough with that horrible tittering! It was enough to make a Orcs' head blow up from the sheer sound of it.
"Alkar, I am trying to get some rest. Please keep it down." I said briskly with my arms crossed.
Alkar looked away from the elf she was throwing herself at and gave me a disdainful look.
"My sister, Lindëoelena." To me she said, "Goodness, it's time that you woke up!"
I huffed at that, "You would be tired too if someone kept you up with their horrible singing!"
"Come, Legolas." She said dragging the poor elf towards a door leading outside to the
courtyard, "I hear the gardens are wonderful in the morning hours."
I walked back into my room, annoyed as all get out. If it wasn't Alkar who kept me up all night, then who in world was it?
Out on the terrace the air had tinge to it, which gave me the thought this was going to be a long day...great.
There came a knock at my door, Lammen entered, "I thought you were under a spell, I
couldn't wake you at all earlier!"
I looked over and sighed, "Sorry, had a long night. Singing, tons of it." I slipped on my riding dress, I felt the need to get away from these walls, "It was strange too. It wasn't Alkar, so I am thinking it was next door."
Lammen picked up a brush and began working on my hair, "What did it sound like?"
I frowned at myself in the vanity mirror, "Like a mixture of black speech and quenya. The singer was neither male nor female, nor too loud or too soft."
Lammen dropped the brush and quickly went after it.
"Lammen?" I asked worriedly, "Are you okay? Your shaking like a leaf."
She sighed from behind me, "Fine, a little surprised at dropping the brush." She place the
brush back on the vanity table, "Don't go too far or stay out too late."
I nodded, "I'll try not too."
~*~
I am normally not the paranoid type, but I felt as I was being closely watched by something. Several times I could have swore I heard someone walking behind me, only to see there was none.
Horse's cry was heard and I turned to be faced once more with that strange mortal.
"You" I said sharply. "Who are you?"
He rode his brown gelding up next to my horse, "A friend of the king."
I open my mouth to say more, but a sudden pain in my left hand seared up, "Ah!"
He gave a long look at the hand, which wore the ring, "Get rid of it on the first full moon."
My eyes widen and glanced down to the ring, and then looked up to find him gone, "Great stars..." The pain had stopped at least.
Tittering, oh great my sister was out here too, probably still tittering and hanging all over that elf.
I quietly rode my horse towards the source of tittering and put that crazy Mortal out of my thoughts, "Ugh." Was the first thing out of my mouth, it wasn't Alkar tittering at her newest conquest, it was Orophin from Lorien who was tittering.
"Thought I'd never lose her," I was so busy getting sick over the tittering blockheads that I hadn't heard this newcomer.
I gasped and looked down beside me, it was that blonde elf, Legoglass, Leggyloo,
Leg-something, "Um you, you are....um...I've seem to forgotten your name."
"Legolas, son of Thranduil." He said with a slight bow, "And I too have forgotten your
name."
"Lindëoelena, daughter of Annael. So your Thranduil's son," We edged away further from the air head elves, "I didn't know he had a son."
Nearby was Legolas' own mount, I was unsure what more to say.
"Not many do, Lindëoelena. Sorry if what I said about your sister offended you."
I shook my head no, "Believe I talk like that about her all the time and it's good to hear I am not the only one who thinks her so."
He smiled and I grinned, "It was nice meeting you, Legolas."
Before I left he asked if he could call me, which I politely said no. I've got enough to deal with, lets not add on a love interest to the list...
I rode alone on the way to the White City, my horse seem to be skittish, "Shhh, Quesse."
Once more I felt eyes on me and the sun was falling quickly, I grew fearful as time past.
"Noro lim." I urged the horse into a canter
A gasp escaped me when Quesse reared back and I fell........
TBC
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Thank you.