LOVE'S CHANCE AT FATE



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Chapter Seven: Changes



53 years had passed since the day Vilisse Arandur had left everything familiar behind in search of life elsewhere. She hadn't left a trace to follow. Vilisse figured her Elders had let go of her memory and gave her up as dead. She knew her father would have let go of her memory eventually, but the only regret was what effect it was sure to have on her mother.

She had the look of a beautiful young woman about her. Vilisse had grown stronger both emotional and physically, more than what her parents could have prepared her for.

Now, turning over a glassy-blue amulet in her palm, given to her on her 100th birthday, she looked out onto the grassy plain before her. She was on her way again, something she had grown used to over the last 53 years. Vilisse had dealt with many adversaries in that time, both that wanted her dead and those that wanted her hand. She had somehow managed to either avoid or combat them rather well. Even those who had come to love her as family would not see her leave them behind. But she always managed to leave just before they got wind of it.

She walked with a quick pace across the plain, treading lightly on the golden grass that had grown long into stalks. Vilisse looked up at the bright sun high overhead, and judged it to be around eleven. She smiled, reminiscing about the place she had stayed for the longest she had been anywhere-one year. She turned the blue stone over in her hand and put it up to the light and it shone through clearly, enhancing its glass-like qualities.

"Padleen, what are you doing?" She turned around to face a young man around twenty two years of age, exactly as one would have thought her to be.

"I am on a walk. What are you doing back here?" She asked him, knowing, but unafraid of what he was going to accuse her.

"Padleen, you aren't coming back, are you?" He paused. "Is it true what they say of you? That you never stay anywhere long before leaving everyone in the dust?" Concern was showing in his dark eyes. If he had been an elf, she would have considered him more than just a friend, and that's what he thought.

"That is a lie, and you know it. Move on Forlin. Move on. We are not meant to be, nor have we ever been."

"But then, why did you play me? Are you that cruel?" He asked, starting to get angry and sad with her at the same time.

"I never played you, Forlin." She said softly, touching his face. "I care about you, but when I come back it will not be for your feelings. I must leave now." She turned to leave, but he grabbed her shoulder.

"No! You will NOT leave like this. At least tell Grandmum of your departure! She will be heartbroken, and you know it! When you first came here, she took you in out of the rain! Quite literally, and now you can't even face her to say goodbye? You are a coward if you leave now Padleen."

"I am no coward! Let go of me. NOW." She commanded him. But he didn't let go.

"You think you have forever to live, Padleen. But there will come a day when you don't want to be alone anymore." He pulled her close against him, leaning for a kiss. "You won't live forever, but we could." He kissed her passionately, and she pushed against him, breaking it away.

"No. We can't live forever, Forlin. You can't live forever." She began to walk away, but he pulled her back again, this time hurting her arm.

"I won't let you leave." He warned. She merely frowned at him.

"You will let go. I don't want to hurt you Forlin. Let go of me NOW." He smiled at her.

"You don't want to hurt ME?"

"That's right. Got a problem with that?" She twisted her arm out of his hold, flexed his knee with her foot and had him a headlock in less than three seconds. He struggled against her. "I don't want to hurt you. As I said before, I care for you as a brother, but nothing more. Will you leave me be?" He struggled against her. Finally, figuring he had been defeated, he gave in.

"Certainly." She pushed him to the ground and left him gasping for breath. As she turned away he muttered, "As you wish, Orc," and rubbed his neck. She turned around sharply and marched back up to him.

"What was that?" A pause as she stood before him. "Sorry, but I didn't want to do this." She kicked him hard in the stomach, making him fall further to the ground clutching his stomach in utter pain, keeling over with the urge to vomit.

She walked away, frowning. She really liked him, and wished he hadn't been so arrogant about her leaving. 'Oh well. Just another goodbye.' She thought, shrugging it off.

Her thoughts drifted to the future. Vilisse knew there was a place she could stay named Bree, which wasn't too far off from where she was now.



By the time she had reached Bree, it was nearly dawn of the next day, and she had to wait until the Innkeeper came out to greet her in the early morning light. She got a room and requested if there was any work needed in town that the cheery keeper knew of. He told her he could use some help, and it would pay for her rent and some extra. She agreed to this, and was set to work in the Inn's restaurant. All the while, Mr. Butterbur the Inn-keeper kept buying her story that she was a poor traveling orphan human girl and that she had no where to turn to.






Translations:

Vilisse: (meaning in Quenya) a person's "spirit", meaning his or her general personality and attitude.



Huore: Heart-vigor, aggressive in the ways of the heart (traditional spelled with two dots above the e, however my computer doesn't know the codes).



Istima: Knowledge, learned.



Elwen: Hearted- to have heart.



Arandur: A King's servant, Steward.



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