Ch 4

MWAHA!!!

Dinner was over.finally.

Niromiel had to restrain herself from jumping up from her chair and knocking it over. She and Legolas left early anyway, to the slight disappointment of Atticus, and headed off to the library. They went down, practically running, and at last, made it to the library. They sat themselves in comfy chairs near each other, by a fire.

"Well, where to start?" Legolas asked. "There's so much to talk about, and I am speechless."

"That's a first."

"VERY funny. Hey, Legolas, do you remember that time we snuck up on Arwen and we scared her out of her wits?" "Snuck up? Niromiel, we were waiting for an hour for her, while sitting in a tree. And then we jumped down on her head. Or at least we tried. But then we chuckle nearly broke our necks landing on the ground, at her FEET."

"Oh,'' Niromiel said, "that's right."

"Do even feign innocence. Our actions were anything but that. We got yelled at so much by Elrond the last summer I was here. That was so funny. I still remember the look on your face." Legolas began laughing. "You were trying SO hard to keep a straight face. He was furious. So furious."

"And then," Niromiel started, "And then.and then.and then." She fell off her chair. She lay on the floor, not bothering to get up, laughing heartily.

"Are you alright?" Legolas inquired. "Niromiel, Niro-" he fell off his chair too. The two lay on the floor next to eachother, laughing so hard, tears formed in their eyes. Niromiel tried to get up. IT took her five minutes to stand up.

"Weakling," she said to Legolas, trying to drag him up. "Honestly, if my father saw us like this." she shook her head in false disgust. "You are really pathetic?"

"OH, am I, now?" Legolas retorted.

"Why, yes you are."

"You don't say."

"Anyhow, it's been wonderful talking to you, but it's very late, and I don't think my father would be very pleased to find me roaming Rivendell at night, in male company. He's already trying to marry me off, no doubt."

"Hmm.I'll see you tomorrow. I have an idea. Let's go on a walk tomorrow. Early in the morning."

"Alright, you have my word."

" Good night, then."

"yes, then." They parted, and Niromiel was going to go to sleep. She walked into her father. "AHEM,'' he said, and gave her a stern look. "Goodnight father," she answered, as an apology, and gave her father a kiss. Her father only smiled and shook her head. Niromiel went to sleep, lullabying herself with wonderful flashbacks of her youth. Though, she was immortal, so age was something almost unknown to her. In the middle of the night, she was awoken, by a thud!! On her balcony. She grumbled and woke.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, groggy and sleepy.

"Just trying to see if I can still climb from my balcony to yours," Legolas answered, stepping into the room.

"MMM, that's nice.now get out. I want to sleep," she said, and walked into him, pushing him towards the balcony. This was an old game she played when she was little.

" I wanted to tlak to me, don't push me, hang on," Legolas tried.

"Oh fine," she grumbled. "What is it?"

"Remember that time-" .They ended up talking for an hour and finally, Niromiel made her friend leave. "Go, I'm tired, we won't have anything to talk about in the morning. GO," she said. She went back to sleep.
The next morning, Niromiel woke up very early. She grabbed an apple before heading outside with Azor. A minute later, a voice called, "NIROMIEL!" and she turned to face.guess who? Azor barked a greeting, and Legolas petted him. "This is my dog, Azor, the only living soul who ever listens to me ramble on."

"I listen, too."

"When you're not talking, and that's probably, once or twice a month, when you grant the middle earth the gift, of a second's silence while you take a breath, LEGO."

"You are a riot, Niromiel."

"That I am. Let's walk. ONWARD!" Legolas let out a chuckle. "WHAT could possibly be funny now?!"

Legolas wasn't listening. He was singing to himself. "She lives a semi-charmed life. She basks in the sun, And greets the rain. She lets her hair fly, And shines like the stars. I know she's never far. She opens her arms to the sky. I hope I don't have to say goodbye. She is the set of ashes of the phoenix She is the Moon and the stars. She must be from the heavens. If only I believed in fairy tales. How can she be real? Apart from the others, Different form the rest. Sharp as the wave's crest. When's life is a trap, She'll get me out. When the sun awakes, When the ice breaks, I'll being running To find her. If only I believed in fairy tales. How could she be real?' If only I believed it fairy tales."

"That's lovely. I've never heard that song before. Whose song is it?"

"I made it up a minute ago."

"It's very beautiful. Who's it for?"

"Who?"

"Well, a song can't be written for the air. Who is the song for?"

"A girl."

"That narrows it down."

"I'm glad I've cleared it up for you."