LOVE'S CHANCE AT FATE



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Chapter 11: Wondering and Nightly trouble



'How could he have found me?' Was all that raced through Vilisse's mind as she ran. She turned back to see him running after her. He was going to bring her back. She knew it.

She ducked down under some carts and ran through the side streets, trying to loose him. She darted in an alley, and hid around the corner, panting from the chase. She didn't think he had seen her come this way, maybe she had lost him. After a moment or two, she turned around to check. He was not to be seen.

Sighing, she slid down to the ground. She closed her eyes, and rested her head against the side of the building.

'How could they have found me? I thought they would have given up!' She shook her head in wonder. Looking at the sky above, she realized she needed to get home. It was almost time to throw on the apron again, and become Amerlin, Waitress of the Prancing Pony. Sighing more in worry than confusion that the elves would be back tonight, Vilisse stood. She took the side streets back home, in order to avoid another confrontation.



'Why did she run?' Wondered Legolas. 'Did she recognize me? Is she really the lost Vilisse?' He could only wonder as the group went back to their room at the Inn.



Vilisse was exhausted. It had been four hours of non-stop customers since she had last had a break. Now she sat in an empty chair near the kitchen entrance, figuring the final tab for a table that was ready to leave. She looked up to see four familiar elves walking in, just a little ways away. Jenna smiled at them in conversation and gave them a table. It was a good thing she was behind the counter, or Vilisse would have had some explaining to do. She snuck out of the loud kitchen, hopeful that they wouldn't see her, and finished off her last table for the night.

"See ya tomorrow!" She called to Butterbur as she hung her apron on a hook as he sizzled some soup.

"Bye Amer! Have a good night!" He went back to his duties. She put away her tabs and headed out into the fresh night air. It had been awhile since she had taken a walk under the night stars, and now that she knew she wouldn't be ambushed by the elves, she walked in utter peace. Looking up at the stars, she began to dream of things past, and things that would never be. Her mind drifted back to Legolas as she walked outside the town's walls and into an open field.

"What am I so afraid of?" She wondered out loud, laying down on the soft grass and peering up at the stars. 'Why can't I just keep a cool head, and pass it off? It's not like he's going to make me go any where with him, is it?' And then, she thought back to the glass incident and smiled. He had been rather sweet. And after all, he really hadn't done anything to her to make her afraid of him, it was her father she never wanted to see again, not Legolas. After all, she realized, he had been caught in the same web as herself. So far, her dealings with him hadn't been too scary, as she thought they might be. The only memories she had of Legolas had been sweet and innocent, when they were both just friends, and vowed to stay that way. The last time she had seen the Prince had been long, long ago. But still., something she could not deny tugged her heart in two.

"No..." She thought again, as reason seemed to take a hold again. "Love will always be for someone better than I...." she reminded herself coldly. 'I mean, what am I thinking?' she asked herself. 'He never said that he wanted to love me, his nose was bleeding! And how could he anyway? He's charming enough... ask any elf maid in the world and they would probably be sure to do anything to rest upon his arm for eternity. I shouldn't even waste my time... I haven't come this far for this long to fail myself..."

Vilisse tugged at one of the weeds below her. A white wild flower, she smiled sadly. She had been running away from something good for these past years, and she knew it. Why she had been so afraid of falling in love, the helplessness that came along with it perhaps, was what she feared to drown in. She had seen human lives die this way, and had wanted no part of it. But she had also seen them flourish, and many friends she had made along the way had left her to this life with someone else to love, who they claimed to make them whole, as if they had only been a piece before. But how they felt whole, Vilisse could not understand... until today, that is. And it was this day that she realized perhaps her Elders had been wiser than she thought. 'Not all males are out to dominate and destruct... perhaps some really do care...' she thought. 'And maybe, Legolas is still my friend....'

Her ears picked up a sound from something in the field behind her. She had discerned some kind of creature moving through the corn stalks. Realizing she was unarmed and might be able to just blend in for it to pass her by, she lay as flat as she could in the long grass, hoping that the heavy footsteps were not those of a foe. Unfortunately for her, the footsteps of a rather large and stocky man ran over her left hand. It seemed he had been looking for her, because he immediately bent down and grabbed the smashed hand.

"Ow! Let go of me!" She twisted her hand out of his grasp and began to run away from him, using all the speed she could muster after the long night. But it wasn't long before he caught up to her slowing strides and tackled her to the ground, pinning her arms and legs down with his own body weight. She hit her forehead on the bottom of his chin, and managed to get him off of her for the moment. But all too quickly he recovered. The man pulled out a rusty dagger from his side boot and leaped at her ankle. He had managed to grab it right before she whipped around to sock him, but he put up his knife first.

"Don' move, or it be nicely up your leg," he threatened, pulling her closer to him under the dagger's eye. "Now, if your a good girl, you're gonna give me what I wan'. Understand?" Growled the man. He spared a second and placed a knife to her throat.

"What do you want?" She managed to choke out, fearing the answer. She felt ashamed at being unprepared. Of course she hadn't thought to bring anything with her. All she had was her work clothes and a pencil.

"Hmmm... now that's a good question, in't?" He asked, forcing her to lay on her stomach as he put binds on her wrists, and covered her mouth with a work rag, causing her to gag loudly.

"You scream, and you'll have hell ta pay." He pulled her to her feet, and they went through field and forest and at last, they stopped. With knife still in hand, he sat her down next to a tree stump. Desperate thinking led to thoughts of escape. For a brief moment, she thought she was faster than him, and when he turned to get something out of his pack, she bolted. But she had no idea how much stronger he was than she at the moment. Hope against hope, she managed to run out of the forest and into the corn field, where, she thought, he would surely lose her. Stopping half way in to catch her breath, she turned around just as he plowed into her.

"I told you ya'd have hell ta pay." He straddled her so she couldn't get up. Her angry eyes stared back into his lustful ones, as she lay helpless beneath him, trying to kick him, but to no avail. The last thing she remembered was absolute darkness.






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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