@Princess Arwen Evenstar 77-Yeah, Leggy's gonna do a LOT more then that to
save Otrinity's hide! hee hee hee!
@Tindamiste Silveryrain-Aww, thank u! I can only update every now and then since I'm busy with school and such!
@Silian-Yes, very evil! hee hee hee! by the way, those men have quite a lot to do before they've finished with the Mirkwood elves! HAHA! Oh, and thanx for putting up the errors! I'll fix 'em when I find the time!
I love ur reviews u guys! They're all so sweet! By the way, starting Wednesday I may not up date for 5 days because I'm off for a class trip to Quebec! Don't worry though, I'll update as soon as I get back! ;)
Chapter 6
Years passed. Winter had come and gone five times, a minor time among the elves but a major period between Otrinity and Legolas. Though at the beginning she was rather jittery around the elves, she never acted violent towards them. She even acted kind towards the youth, giving them short bareback rides and giving them occasional baths. Legolas was always at her side, lifting up children and handing them a towel after a short laugh.
Thranduil's opinion of Otrinity grew gradually gentler since she was so kind to the young ones. However, he was occasionally set back whenever she would stare at him, her eyes as expressionless as stone. The elf king would be forced to look away, not wishing to loose the battle between their minds since he knew he would.
Otrinity slept in the stables on most nights, or she would come up to Legolas's chamber (how was beyond the thoughts of the servants and guards) or Legolas would go sleep with her. They were never apart for long, their friendship stronger then the dwarf cities. Legolas was the only grown elf who could ride her unless he convinced Otrinity that they would not cause any harm. They never would have of course, but Otrinity was careful about who she trusted. She was kind to everyone of course, never glaring or threatening, although she didn't smile at everyone.
Otrinity and Legolas often would go into the woods together, but Otrinity would avoid the clearing where Legolas had found her, along with the surrounding woods. He wasn't sure how she knew that that was the place where her mother was murdered, but he was sure that was why.
Also, over time, a low lump began to swell on Otrinity's forehead.
On a certain day, Legolas and Otrinity stumbled upon a small brakish stream. Otrinity suddenly whinnied and pranced. Legolas didn't bother ducking since he knew Otrinity would never strike him with her hooves, even accidentally. Otrinity landed once more and began drinking. Legolas's nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Don't drink that, Otrinity! It must taste horrible!" Otrinity simply picked up her back foot and nudged Legolas forward. Legolas cried out as he stumbled. His face landed in the dark water. He opened his mouth underneath, taking in a strange, tingling taste.
It was sweet! No, it was juicy! No, tangy! Legolas couldn't decide, so he took another drink. It was a mixture of all! He continued to drink it, taking up the tantalizing aroma as well.
Finally, when he drank his fill, he leaned against the base of a tree. Otrinity nudged him again. Legolas sighed with happiness, still feeling that tingling on his tongue. Otrinity again lifted his arm gently with her silky muzzle. Legolas grinned.
"Very well." he said, standing. Soon, they were on their way again, hiking upstream. Legolas licked his lips until there was no taste at all left on them. It seemed unreal that such a tasty beverage could be found flowing through his home! As they went he would watch the stream. He noticed that it was brackish, but dyed brown. When he would lift it in his hands, it would leave behind a strange stick that soon faded.
Legolas and Otrinity then stumbled upon the reason. A large tree, as tall as the many around it, stood, bending over the stream. Legolas could see its swaying branches dipping in the waters, on them, a strange melting fruit that clung tightly to the branches. The water washed around it, soaking in its intriguing flavor. Legolas immediately filled his flask to the rim, grinning as it danced upon his tongue.
Suddenly, a sharp prick struck him. Again, it had come.
Again, they had come.
@Tindamiste Silveryrain-Aww, thank u! I can only update every now and then since I'm busy with school and such!
@Silian-Yes, very evil! hee hee hee! by the way, those men have quite a lot to do before they've finished with the Mirkwood elves! HAHA! Oh, and thanx for putting up the errors! I'll fix 'em when I find the time!
I love ur reviews u guys! They're all so sweet! By the way, starting Wednesday I may not up date for 5 days because I'm off for a class trip to Quebec! Don't worry though, I'll update as soon as I get back! ;)
Chapter 6
Years passed. Winter had come and gone five times, a minor time among the elves but a major period between Otrinity and Legolas. Though at the beginning she was rather jittery around the elves, she never acted violent towards them. She even acted kind towards the youth, giving them short bareback rides and giving them occasional baths. Legolas was always at her side, lifting up children and handing them a towel after a short laugh.
Thranduil's opinion of Otrinity grew gradually gentler since she was so kind to the young ones. However, he was occasionally set back whenever she would stare at him, her eyes as expressionless as stone. The elf king would be forced to look away, not wishing to loose the battle between their minds since he knew he would.
Otrinity slept in the stables on most nights, or she would come up to Legolas's chamber (how was beyond the thoughts of the servants and guards) or Legolas would go sleep with her. They were never apart for long, their friendship stronger then the dwarf cities. Legolas was the only grown elf who could ride her unless he convinced Otrinity that they would not cause any harm. They never would have of course, but Otrinity was careful about who she trusted. She was kind to everyone of course, never glaring or threatening, although she didn't smile at everyone.
Otrinity and Legolas often would go into the woods together, but Otrinity would avoid the clearing where Legolas had found her, along with the surrounding woods. He wasn't sure how she knew that that was the place where her mother was murdered, but he was sure that was why.
Also, over time, a low lump began to swell on Otrinity's forehead.
On a certain day, Legolas and Otrinity stumbled upon a small brakish stream. Otrinity suddenly whinnied and pranced. Legolas didn't bother ducking since he knew Otrinity would never strike him with her hooves, even accidentally. Otrinity landed once more and began drinking. Legolas's nose wrinkled in disgust.
"Don't drink that, Otrinity! It must taste horrible!" Otrinity simply picked up her back foot and nudged Legolas forward. Legolas cried out as he stumbled. His face landed in the dark water. He opened his mouth underneath, taking in a strange, tingling taste.
It was sweet! No, it was juicy! No, tangy! Legolas couldn't decide, so he took another drink. It was a mixture of all! He continued to drink it, taking up the tantalizing aroma as well.
Finally, when he drank his fill, he leaned against the base of a tree. Otrinity nudged him again. Legolas sighed with happiness, still feeling that tingling on his tongue. Otrinity again lifted his arm gently with her silky muzzle. Legolas grinned.
"Very well." he said, standing. Soon, they were on their way again, hiking upstream. Legolas licked his lips until there was no taste at all left on them. It seemed unreal that such a tasty beverage could be found flowing through his home! As they went he would watch the stream. He noticed that it was brackish, but dyed brown. When he would lift it in his hands, it would leave behind a strange stick that soon faded.
Legolas and Otrinity then stumbled upon the reason. A large tree, as tall as the many around it, stood, bending over the stream. Legolas could see its swaying branches dipping in the waters, on them, a strange melting fruit that clung tightly to the branches. The water washed around it, soaking in its intriguing flavor. Legolas immediately filled his flask to the rim, grinning as it danced upon his tongue.
Suddenly, a sharp prick struck him. Again, it had come.
Again, they had come.
