Chapter 6
Lalaith sat next to Legolas. This was undoubtedly the best night of her life.
When she had first met the prince, she thought that he was not real, just some figment of her imagination. Lucky for her, he wasn't. Now, after trying over and over to get his attention, Lalaith was certain that he returned her feelings of love at first sight. He definitely wouldn't be sitting here if he didn't.
At lunch, they had stayed politely silent so that the King could talk to the true dignitaries.
Thranduil had inquired at first about a Lady Keladry, with a frown on his face as if to say that he had not approved of his son spending time with Lalaith. Legolas had answered that the Lady wasn't hungry.
Lalaith put the frown out of her mind as later they took a walk. Legolas had shown her a small glade filled with wildflowers and a waterfall. Only the fact that there was a she-Elf with shining chestnut hair and startling wolf-grey eyes sitting in it ruined the effect.
Legolas had addressed her as Lady Keladry Draug of Lothlorien. The title didn't faze Lalaith one bit. She was, after all, much prettier than this Lady. She had pulled Legolas away from the glade quickly, saying that she felt cold, for all that it was the middle of summer.
After that they wandered until supper, during which Legolas regaled her with tales of the Fellowship and his part in the War of the Ring. This made Lalaith fall even more in love with him, if that were possible. How brave and selfless he was! She laughed at all his jokes, sighed for all of his stories.
At supper they sat next to each other, occasionally gently bumping legs, as if to remind themselves that they were there.
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Legolas was sure that he had never been this happy. Granted, he had laughed more with Keladry, but Lalaith offered him compassion. She understood about the battles he had fought, the dangers he had lived through.
He had taken her to see his glade, only to find that Keladry was still where he left her. Lalaith had pulled him out very quickly, but not quickly enough that he didn't see that tear tracks on Kel's face. He'd find out why later.
For now, he had to deal with his father's frowns, which he could only ignore when Lalaith was smiling. Legolas asked her about her childhood, her friends, her family.
When the last course was over Legolas stood. He told Lalaith that he had to go patrol for a while, then he would be back.
Legolas wandered through the gardens, looking for Keladry. He found her in the same glade as earlier. As far as he could tell, she hadn't moved an inch. "Kel, are you okay?" he asked as he knelt down beside her.
Kel looked up in surprise. Legolas was not supposed to be here. He was supposed to be with Lalaith, the one he loved. "I'm fine," she lied. "Where's Lalaith? I thought you were going to give her a tour of the gardens before supper."
Legolas shook his head. "It's well past supper. Lalaith is enjoying the revelry of Mirkwood. Why weren't you at lunch or supper? Father was worried."
"Your father, the King, was worried about me? Why should he care about me? Besides, if you had listened to me before you went running off to lunch you would know why I wasn't there." Keladry shrugged. "But I guess you didn't hear, did you." She stood up, brushing off her skirt as she did so. "A girl shouldn't have to repeat something after she has yelled it for the whole of Mirkwood to hear. Now if you will excuse me, I have some lessons to complete." Keladry walked off in the direction of her room.
When she got there, she found Lalaith waiting at her door. "Can I help you with something, Miss Lalaith?" she asked politely.
"Yes you can. You can tell me why Legolas lied to me and ran away to find you, Lady Keladry. I would also appreciate it if you called me Lady, like you do every other she-Elf you meet." Lalaith was furious that her sweetheart had lied to her. And for this she-Elf that paled in comparison to herself.
"He came because we are friends. That is his saying anyway. I refuse to interfere with your relationship, only because he would hate me for it. Does that answer any questions about my abilities as a sorceress?" Keladry smiled at Lalaith, although it didn't reach her eyes.
Lalaith could see the power that was gathering in Keladry's eyes and decided to leave it at that. "Diola lle ten' naa coiasira. Thank you for your time." Lalaith curtsied and walked away. 'That Lady gives me the creeps,' she thought to herself.
"You should see what I can do in battle," Keladry called out. She is so transparent that I could read her mind in seconds.'
Lalaith gave her an odd look over her shoulder and hurried away even faster.
Keladry was still chuckling as she entered her room and found Gandalf sitting in the chair that went with her vanity table. "Gandalf, I've had my fill with talking to people. Can it wait until morning?" Keladry groaned.
"It can not wait until morning. I came to inform you that we have decided to attack the Uruk-hai camp at first light tomorrow morning. Mediate before you go to sleep and when you wake up. You will need all of your power, as well as your bow and sword. Sleep well," Gandalf said as he stood to leave the room.
"Tomorrow??" Keladry gaped. "I need to be ready for the first light? Great."
"I will see you then." Gandalf walked out of the room and smiled when the door slammed shut behind him. He could feel Kel's energy seal it so no one could enter. Her last name of Draug wolf should have been Urite fiery or Ruinamin red-flame.
Keladry collapsed onto her bed with a sigh. Why did life have to become complicated the minute she left Marble Tower? She changed into her night gown and slipped into bed. She could meditate while lying down and then go to sleep.
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Okay. I'm writing this before hand, just because I'm bored. Some people may have already voiced this opinion, but does any one other than me HATE Lalaith? I mean, she is SO selfish, she's rude to Keladry, she just gets on my nerves. I know that someone else has to hate her because I created her and I hate her. That's like God (I'm Roman Catholic) hating the Hebrews. Not that he does. I'm quite sure that He loves everyone equally, whether they worship Him or not. I'm just using the example figuratively. ^_^;; Any way. Read and review so that I don't feel like this was just a pain in the butt. . .
Lalaith sat next to Legolas. This was undoubtedly the best night of her life.
When she had first met the prince, she thought that he was not real, just some figment of her imagination. Lucky for her, he wasn't. Now, after trying over and over to get his attention, Lalaith was certain that he returned her feelings of love at first sight. He definitely wouldn't be sitting here if he didn't.
At lunch, they had stayed politely silent so that the King could talk to the true dignitaries.
Thranduil had inquired at first about a Lady Keladry, with a frown on his face as if to say that he had not approved of his son spending time with Lalaith. Legolas had answered that the Lady wasn't hungry.
Lalaith put the frown out of her mind as later they took a walk. Legolas had shown her a small glade filled with wildflowers and a waterfall. Only the fact that there was a she-Elf with shining chestnut hair and startling wolf-grey eyes sitting in it ruined the effect.
Legolas had addressed her as Lady Keladry Draug of Lothlorien. The title didn't faze Lalaith one bit. She was, after all, much prettier than this Lady. She had pulled Legolas away from the glade quickly, saying that she felt cold, for all that it was the middle of summer.
After that they wandered until supper, during which Legolas regaled her with tales of the Fellowship and his part in the War of the Ring. This made Lalaith fall even more in love with him, if that were possible. How brave and selfless he was! She laughed at all his jokes, sighed for all of his stories.
At supper they sat next to each other, occasionally gently bumping legs, as if to remind themselves that they were there.
* * *
Legolas was sure that he had never been this happy. Granted, he had laughed more with Keladry, but Lalaith offered him compassion. She understood about the battles he had fought, the dangers he had lived through.
He had taken her to see his glade, only to find that Keladry was still where he left her. Lalaith had pulled him out very quickly, but not quickly enough that he didn't see that tear tracks on Kel's face. He'd find out why later.
For now, he had to deal with his father's frowns, which he could only ignore when Lalaith was smiling. Legolas asked her about her childhood, her friends, her family.
When the last course was over Legolas stood. He told Lalaith that he had to go patrol for a while, then he would be back.
Legolas wandered through the gardens, looking for Keladry. He found her in the same glade as earlier. As far as he could tell, she hadn't moved an inch. "Kel, are you okay?" he asked as he knelt down beside her.
Kel looked up in surprise. Legolas was not supposed to be here. He was supposed to be with Lalaith, the one he loved. "I'm fine," she lied. "Where's Lalaith? I thought you were going to give her a tour of the gardens before supper."
Legolas shook his head. "It's well past supper. Lalaith is enjoying the revelry of Mirkwood. Why weren't you at lunch or supper? Father was worried."
"Your father, the King, was worried about me? Why should he care about me? Besides, if you had listened to me before you went running off to lunch you would know why I wasn't there." Keladry shrugged. "But I guess you didn't hear, did you." She stood up, brushing off her skirt as she did so. "A girl shouldn't have to repeat something after she has yelled it for the whole of Mirkwood to hear. Now if you will excuse me, I have some lessons to complete." Keladry walked off in the direction of her room.
When she got there, she found Lalaith waiting at her door. "Can I help you with something, Miss Lalaith?" she asked politely.
"Yes you can. You can tell me why Legolas lied to me and ran away to find you, Lady Keladry. I would also appreciate it if you called me Lady, like you do every other she-Elf you meet." Lalaith was furious that her sweetheart had lied to her. And for this she-Elf that paled in comparison to herself.
"He came because we are friends. That is his saying anyway. I refuse to interfere with your relationship, only because he would hate me for it. Does that answer any questions about my abilities as a sorceress?" Keladry smiled at Lalaith, although it didn't reach her eyes.
Lalaith could see the power that was gathering in Keladry's eyes and decided to leave it at that. "Diola lle ten' naa coiasira. Thank you for your time." Lalaith curtsied and walked away. 'That Lady gives me the creeps,' she thought to herself.
"You should see what I can do in battle," Keladry called out. She is so transparent that I could read her mind in seconds.'
Lalaith gave her an odd look over her shoulder and hurried away even faster.
Keladry was still chuckling as she entered her room and found Gandalf sitting in the chair that went with her vanity table. "Gandalf, I've had my fill with talking to people. Can it wait until morning?" Keladry groaned.
"It can not wait until morning. I came to inform you that we have decided to attack the Uruk-hai camp at first light tomorrow morning. Mediate before you go to sleep and when you wake up. You will need all of your power, as well as your bow and sword. Sleep well," Gandalf said as he stood to leave the room.
"Tomorrow??" Keladry gaped. "I need to be ready for the first light? Great."
"I will see you then." Gandalf walked out of the room and smiled when the door slammed shut behind him. He could feel Kel's energy seal it so no one could enter. Her last name of Draug wolf should have been Urite fiery or Ruinamin red-flame.
Keladry collapsed onto her bed with a sigh. Why did life have to become complicated the minute she left Marble Tower? She changed into her night gown and slipped into bed. She could meditate while lying down and then go to sleep.
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Okay. I'm writing this before hand, just because I'm bored. Some people may have already voiced this opinion, but does any one other than me HATE Lalaith? I mean, she is SO selfish, she's rude to Keladry, she just gets on my nerves. I know that someone else has to hate her because I created her and I hate her. That's like God (I'm Roman Catholic) hating the Hebrews. Not that he does. I'm quite sure that He loves everyone equally, whether they worship Him or not. I'm just using the example figuratively. ^_^;; Any way. Read and review so that I don't feel like this was just a pain in the butt. . .
