Lirima's Point Of View
When I woke up, Arwen had already gone. I climbed out of bed and started to look for some clothes today. I chose a white shirt, and was about to pick a blood red skirt, but it reminded me too much of my horrible dream, so I quickly put on a dark blue one instead, and put my hair into a plait, before heading to breakfast.
I saw Elrond looking at me, and I knew Arwen had been talking about my dreams with him, but I knew there was nothing he could do. I decided against breakfast, and headed out into the sunshine to practise my archery.
It was a gorgeous day, and all my fears seemed to vanish with the sun. I found a target, and lined up my bow and was just about to shoot, when I heard a twang to my left. I spun to see Edan standing there, smiling at me. I turned back and took aim again, and saw his arrow had gone straight through the middle. I smiled faintly, and released my bowstring. A moment later my arrow sliced his in half. I turned and waked away into the forest, to find somewhere quiet.
As I walked down the shady path, I noticed that he was following me. I sighed. How long would it take him to learn that I wasn't in love with him? And when would he realise you can't track an elf through woods without being spotted. Idiot.
I grabbed hold of the tree branch above my head and swung myself up lightly, and waited. As Edan passed under me, I jumped down and onto his back, and dragged him down to the ground.
I thought I had him pinned down, but he twisted his leg round mine and pulled me flat, before sitting on top of me.
"You didn't manage to beat me this time." He said mockingly. He bent down to try and kiss me, but I head-butted him hard. He fell off, dazed. I stood and brushed myself off, before walking calmly away, a smile of satisfaction on my face.
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Edan's Point Of View
That stupid bitch.
It was all just a game to her.
Hatred burned inside my heart, wanting to make her pay. At first I had loved her, but she had been cold and distant, and mocking to me, even though she got on well with my sister. And my love had turned sour, so now a competition raged between us. We tried to best each other at everything, even in love. I had many conquests from the local village, but she played in a different league. While I had to win girls over slowly, she just smiled at the men, and they would do anything for her, even though she wasn't interested at all. She could beat me at all fighting skills, and at riding. No one else could ride her horse, he was so wild, but for her he was as good as gold. I heard my sister calling, and headed home.
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Lirima's POV
I was heading back to my room when I heard someone call for me. Legolas. I had grown up with him and Arwen, but now, for me, that inseparable friendship had changed to something else. I was in love with him, but I knew it could never be returned, because he was the prince of Mirkwood, and I was just an ordinary elf, with no parents.
I snapped out of my daydream, and realised he had been talking to me. He noticed I hadn't been paying any attention, so he asked me again.
"Would you like to come riding? Aragon and I were thinking of going for the whole day, and I thought you might like the change of scenery." He was always so kind, so thoughtful. I nodded in agreement, and we made towards the stables to ready Merka.
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Legolas' POV
As we headed to the stables, I sneaked a look at her beautiful form. She looked very feminine, but the determination in her face was unmistakable. I had known her for years, and had come out slightly for the worse in the few scraps we had had as youngsters. Her hair was very unusual, slightly wavy and a chestnut colour, with golden and red hints.
As we turned the corner, I heard yelling, and a horse neigh. Merka must have got out again. Lirima sighed, and we picked up the pace. As we rounded the corner, I saw several elves rushing around Merka, who was up on his hind legs and very upset. Lirima ran up to him and whispered in his ear, and he dropped back to the ground.
She walked in front of him, and led him back to his stable. He had captured young, and they had tried to train him, but he was still very wilful. For Lirima, he would do anything.
After that, we quickly saddled him, and Lirima went to get changed, as I arranged lunch. When she came back, she was dressed in breeches and a shirt. Unlike most elf maidens in Rivendell, she didn't wear a dress, claiming that they got in the way, and could get you killed if you were ever attacked on the roads.
We went to fetch Aragon and then told Lord Elrond where we were going, and left for the day.
When I woke up, Arwen had already gone. I climbed out of bed and started to look for some clothes today. I chose a white shirt, and was about to pick a blood red skirt, but it reminded me too much of my horrible dream, so I quickly put on a dark blue one instead, and put my hair into a plait, before heading to breakfast.
I saw Elrond looking at me, and I knew Arwen had been talking about my dreams with him, but I knew there was nothing he could do. I decided against breakfast, and headed out into the sunshine to practise my archery.
It was a gorgeous day, and all my fears seemed to vanish with the sun. I found a target, and lined up my bow and was just about to shoot, when I heard a twang to my left. I spun to see Edan standing there, smiling at me. I turned back and took aim again, and saw his arrow had gone straight through the middle. I smiled faintly, and released my bowstring. A moment later my arrow sliced his in half. I turned and waked away into the forest, to find somewhere quiet.
As I walked down the shady path, I noticed that he was following me. I sighed. How long would it take him to learn that I wasn't in love with him? And when would he realise you can't track an elf through woods without being spotted. Idiot.
I grabbed hold of the tree branch above my head and swung myself up lightly, and waited. As Edan passed under me, I jumped down and onto his back, and dragged him down to the ground.
I thought I had him pinned down, but he twisted his leg round mine and pulled me flat, before sitting on top of me.
"You didn't manage to beat me this time." He said mockingly. He bent down to try and kiss me, but I head-butted him hard. He fell off, dazed. I stood and brushed myself off, before walking calmly away, a smile of satisfaction on my face.
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Edan's Point Of View
That stupid bitch.
It was all just a game to her.
Hatred burned inside my heart, wanting to make her pay. At first I had loved her, but she had been cold and distant, and mocking to me, even though she got on well with my sister. And my love had turned sour, so now a competition raged between us. We tried to best each other at everything, even in love. I had many conquests from the local village, but she played in a different league. While I had to win girls over slowly, she just smiled at the men, and they would do anything for her, even though she wasn't interested at all. She could beat me at all fighting skills, and at riding. No one else could ride her horse, he was so wild, but for her he was as good as gold. I heard my sister calling, and headed home.
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Lirima's POV
I was heading back to my room when I heard someone call for me. Legolas. I had grown up with him and Arwen, but now, for me, that inseparable friendship had changed to something else. I was in love with him, but I knew it could never be returned, because he was the prince of Mirkwood, and I was just an ordinary elf, with no parents.
I snapped out of my daydream, and realised he had been talking to me. He noticed I hadn't been paying any attention, so he asked me again.
"Would you like to come riding? Aragon and I were thinking of going for the whole day, and I thought you might like the change of scenery." He was always so kind, so thoughtful. I nodded in agreement, and we made towards the stables to ready Merka.
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Legolas' POV
As we headed to the stables, I sneaked a look at her beautiful form. She looked very feminine, but the determination in her face was unmistakable. I had known her for years, and had come out slightly for the worse in the few scraps we had had as youngsters. Her hair was very unusual, slightly wavy and a chestnut colour, with golden and red hints.
As we turned the corner, I heard yelling, and a horse neigh. Merka must have got out again. Lirima sighed, and we picked up the pace. As we rounded the corner, I saw several elves rushing around Merka, who was up on his hind legs and very upset. Lirima ran up to him and whispered in his ear, and he dropped back to the ground.
She walked in front of him, and led him back to his stable. He had captured young, and they had tried to train him, but he was still very wilful. For Lirima, he would do anything.
After that, we quickly saddled him, and Lirima went to get changed, as I arranged lunch. When she came back, she was dressed in breeches and a shirt. Unlike most elf maidens in Rivendell, she didn't wear a dress, claiming that they got in the way, and could get you killed if you were ever attacked on the roads.
We went to fetch Aragon and then told Lord Elrond where we were going, and left for the day.