Ch 7
He grabbed her arm, and held her up, before she could fall.
"Thanks, that was close," Niromiel said. "My father's been yelling at me
to be ladylike, but how can I? I was excited to see you. And. I didn't want
you making fun of me for taking forever to come down."
"Alright then, Niro. What do you want to do today? The morning is young and there is so little time, so much to do. Many songs to sing, memories to resurrect. Where do we start?"
"Legolas, breather," Niromiel calmed him, "I don't know. Do you want to. go see the horses? Or climb some trees, or." she beckoned Azor.
"Let's just go on a walk. There are so many stories I must tell you. IN fact, the funniest thing occurred to me a few weeks ago." As Legolas rambled on, they walked down the hill, and past some trees. Then down another hill. "You are SLOW," she moaned, and dragged her friend down the hill. There was a little pond and a large, tall, thick wooded oak tree.
They sat down and started talking some more. They spent the whole day talking, and while Niromiel listened to Legolas spin another yarn, she kept thinking 'this is just like my dream. This is just like my dream. This IS my dream. It is a nightmare. Help me! Oh, so help me!' They spent the whole day on the hill, though Niromiel did not intend it to be so. She did not want everything occurring as it had in the nightmare. She had tried to mark the hours in her head, but she had had such a good time with her long lost friend, that Niromiel and Legolas both lost track of time.
"Recently, my father-oh never mind- well, he's trying to marry me off to some rich elf who I probably won't like. Or maybe some king of human lord, and he'll be fat, hairy, and unintelligent, and maybe he'll have no imagination, and nothing to give except a lot of power and riches. But that doesn't really matter does it?" Legolas was about to answer, but Niromiel had interrupted him. He counted it as the fourth time. "In any case, my father has already tried to find suitors for me, but I suppose non of them were drawn to me. One was very stupid. I suppose I had too much intelligence for him. After all, perhaps a duck was too intelligent for him. But you know, whether he had liked me or not, I would cut off my own head before I marry any oaf or rich fool that I don't care the slightest bit about." Niromiel found herself confessing her troubles. Perhaps that was why she and Legolas were such good friends. They both loved to talk and recollect past events, and they loved the trees and the woods, welcoming the trees as homes and animals as friends. Opposites did not always attract.
IT"S REALLY LATE! Have you REALIZED the sun has set and it's dark out?"
"No."
"Legolas, you are pathetic. Help me up." Legolas did and the two started walking up the hill, past the trees, and up the other hill, to Lord Elrond's palace. They tiptoed through the halls. Legolas nearly walked into a wall he had forgotten was there.
"SHH!" Niromiel hissed. "Honestly, you are the loudest elf I have ever met. If my father catches us again, we are going to be VERY DEAD. Oh come on," she growled, and grabbed him by the wrist to the corridor where their rooms were. "Shh, don't walk ahead, wait.okay, there's no one about." They walked ahead. They were just at Niromiel's door when they heard a noise. "Quick, in here!" they both hissed in unison, gave eachother a quick, amazed look and pushed the door open.
A minute later, they footfalls faded away, and Niromiel let out a gasp of relief. "PHEW!" she breathed. "That was pretty close," Legolas said, and they both straightened up. It was dark, but they could make out each other's features. "Uhh..." Niromiel let out. "Well, finally that little ordeal is over. I suppose I would be dog meat if I was caught with you in a situation like this."
"I suppose, " Niromiel started, "That my father would never let me see you again, and marry me off to some rich fool as soon as he could. Though I would probably find some way out, but that's not the point. I hope my father doesn't catch us." "I hope I don't offend you by asking, but why do you care so much what your father says? His criticisms are useless. For they can't change you, and you should stay as you are. Would I have picked you to be my best friend ever in the world that I could imagine, if I did not think you are perfect as you are?"
"That gives me a little confidence, but my father's opinion is still important to me. He has given me very much and I suppose I should show some gratefulness by at least trying to behave. You better go. If we keep talking, someone's bound to overhear us. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" "Of course tomorrow. I have something really funny to tell you that I just remembered. I will wake you up if I have to so meet me early tomorrow. And I mean early."
"Alright, I promise. I give you my word." Legolas looked her hard in the eye, to see if she was not lying, thought it was too dark for even and elf to see.
" You are so piteous, you fool of an elf," Niromiel said finally, and moved to shoo Legolas outside. 'I am NOT making that nightmare a reality. Or I will die.' Legolas moved, but gave her a peck on the cheek, before he finally left. (A/N:AWWWWWWWWWWWW) "Tomorrow, or I will set fireworks on you if that is what it takes to wake you. Mark my words, mellon." Niromiel breathed a sigh of relief a minute later. 'it was only a nightmare. A really BAAAD nightmare."
"Alright then, Niro. What do you want to do today? The morning is young and there is so little time, so much to do. Many songs to sing, memories to resurrect. Where do we start?"
"Legolas, breather," Niromiel calmed him, "I don't know. Do you want to. go see the horses? Or climb some trees, or." she beckoned Azor.
"Let's just go on a walk. There are so many stories I must tell you. IN fact, the funniest thing occurred to me a few weeks ago." As Legolas rambled on, they walked down the hill, and past some trees. Then down another hill. "You are SLOW," she moaned, and dragged her friend down the hill. There was a little pond and a large, tall, thick wooded oak tree.
They sat down and started talking some more. They spent the whole day talking, and while Niromiel listened to Legolas spin another yarn, she kept thinking 'this is just like my dream. This is just like my dream. This IS my dream. It is a nightmare. Help me! Oh, so help me!' They spent the whole day on the hill, though Niromiel did not intend it to be so. She did not want everything occurring as it had in the nightmare. She had tried to mark the hours in her head, but she had had such a good time with her long lost friend, that Niromiel and Legolas both lost track of time.
"Recently, my father-oh never mind- well, he's trying to marry me off to some rich elf who I probably won't like. Or maybe some king of human lord, and he'll be fat, hairy, and unintelligent, and maybe he'll have no imagination, and nothing to give except a lot of power and riches. But that doesn't really matter does it?" Legolas was about to answer, but Niromiel had interrupted him. He counted it as the fourth time. "In any case, my father has already tried to find suitors for me, but I suppose non of them were drawn to me. One was very stupid. I suppose I had too much intelligence for him. After all, perhaps a duck was too intelligent for him. But you know, whether he had liked me or not, I would cut off my own head before I marry any oaf or rich fool that I don't care the slightest bit about." Niromiel found herself confessing her troubles. Perhaps that was why she and Legolas were such good friends. They both loved to talk and recollect past events, and they loved the trees and the woods, welcoming the trees as homes and animals as friends. Opposites did not always attract.
IT"S REALLY LATE! Have you REALIZED the sun has set and it's dark out?"
"No."
"Legolas, you are pathetic. Help me up." Legolas did and the two started walking up the hill, past the trees, and up the other hill, to Lord Elrond's palace. They tiptoed through the halls. Legolas nearly walked into a wall he had forgotten was there.
"SHH!" Niromiel hissed. "Honestly, you are the loudest elf I have ever met. If my father catches us again, we are going to be VERY DEAD. Oh come on," she growled, and grabbed him by the wrist to the corridor where their rooms were. "Shh, don't walk ahead, wait.okay, there's no one about." They walked ahead. They were just at Niromiel's door when they heard a noise. "Quick, in here!" they both hissed in unison, gave eachother a quick, amazed look and pushed the door open.
A minute later, they footfalls faded away, and Niromiel let out a gasp of relief. "PHEW!" she breathed. "That was pretty close," Legolas said, and they both straightened up. It was dark, but they could make out each other's features. "Uhh..." Niromiel let out. "Well, finally that little ordeal is over. I suppose I would be dog meat if I was caught with you in a situation like this."
"I suppose, " Niromiel started, "That my father would never let me see you again, and marry me off to some rich fool as soon as he could. Though I would probably find some way out, but that's not the point. I hope my father doesn't catch us." "I hope I don't offend you by asking, but why do you care so much what your father says? His criticisms are useless. For they can't change you, and you should stay as you are. Would I have picked you to be my best friend ever in the world that I could imagine, if I did not think you are perfect as you are?"
"That gives me a little confidence, but my father's opinion is still important to me. He has given me very much and I suppose I should show some gratefulness by at least trying to behave. You better go. If we keep talking, someone's bound to overhear us. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" "Of course tomorrow. I have something really funny to tell you that I just remembered. I will wake you up if I have to so meet me early tomorrow. And I mean early."
"Alright, I promise. I give you my word." Legolas looked her hard in the eye, to see if she was not lying, thought it was too dark for even and elf to see.
" You are so piteous, you fool of an elf," Niromiel said finally, and moved to shoo Legolas outside. 'I am NOT making that nightmare a reality. Or I will die.' Legolas moved, but gave her a peck on the cheek, before he finally left. (A/N:AWWWWWWWWWWWW) "Tomorrow, or I will set fireworks on you if that is what it takes to wake you. Mark my words, mellon." Niromiel breathed a sigh of relief a minute later. 'it was only a nightmare. A really BAAAD nightmare."
