A/N- Hiya everyone! Here's my lovely fic! Edited now! No Legolas without emotions!
Anyway, hope you like. Please Review, they're addictive, and flames are welcomed with open arms.
Disclaimer- No, I don't own any of the characters, actually no, I lied, I own Sárie and Mehtar, thats it though. I wish I owned Legolas, and middle earth, and that such, but alas. Just don't tell the elf.
Er (1)
The morning sun was just squeezing its way threw the blinds of a modest cottage on the outskirts of Rivendell. All of the inhabitant's eyes were still clouded over, in the kind of trance that elves use instead of sleep.
Or, rather, all but one.
She had been up long before the sun, moving swiftly around the house. She dressed herself in a man's tunic, grimy olive green and mousy brown in colour. After eating a small breakfast of motsa bread, she quickly gathered her bow and quiver, as well as her sword.
"Sárie!" a voice said from behind her.
Sárie Lostdalwen spun around quickly, adjusting the leather strap holding the quiver so it wouldn't pull on the messy golden brown braid she had tossed carelessly over her shoulder.
"Vedui (Greetings) Mehtar!" she brightly greeted her older brother. Mehtar was still half asleep, as his pale blue eyes did not have their usual sparkle and his hair somewhat tousled.
"I don't see what you so happy about." He said with a yawn.
"You wouldn't, but I suppose I'll tell you anyway. I've just made some new arrows, trying a new design. Thought I'd try them out." Sárie said excitedly. Mehtar blinked for a moment.
"Honestly. You get more masculine every day."
"I love you too." She said, giving her brother a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.
Sárie moved slowly and silently through the forest, an arrow strung on her bow. Her grey eyes always alert, always moving. The sun had now risen high in the sky, peaking through the leaves, leaving small splotches of light on the forest floor. The only thing even remotely frightening was a group of butterflies napping on a tree. Sárie was not quite fond of insects to begin with, but butterflies especially. No one suspects the butterflies. While trying to avoid the flock of, she made a sharp turn into a grove of trees.
Sárie always felt at home while surrounded by ancient trees and wildlife. She had never been particularly fond of the bustling center of Rivendell. She spent as much time as she possibly could distance herself from most civilization. Sárie supposed that it was because she didn't like seeing all the prissy pretty elf maidens, as the preferred to be called, shamelessly flirting with every member of the opposite gender who breathed. Those stupid girls with their beautiful gowns and jewels, hair done elaborately, waltzing around, snickering under their breath as Sárie passed by, calling out insults to her.
It brought a scowl to her face merely thinking about it. Sárie stopped for a moment, shaking her head at the foolishness of it all. She gathered her thoughts, and once more, focused on the task ahead of her.
She pulled the arrow back, to the feathered end was near to her ear. She picked a small knob in a tree to aim for. After a moment, she released the arrow. It swooshed past her ear, hitting its mark.
Sárie smiled, drawing another and aiming for the same place.
And she would have hit her mark too, had something not gotten in the way.
In her excitement, Sárie had failed to notice the steady clop of hooves coming down a nearby path, nor, as fate would have it, that the tree she was aiming for was just across that path.
She released the second arrow, and it hit an elf crossing on horseback, square in the left shoulder. She let out a squeak of surprise while the elf cried out in pain and surprise. Sárie was frozen for a moment, before running to see it he was alright.
"Are you alright?" she said breathlessly, as the elf, who had dismounted a rather magnificent looking dappled grey horse. "I apologize! I didn't see you coming!"
The elf looked over at her, his blue eyes narrowed, a bit of blonde hair falling into his face. He grit his teeth and pulled the arrow out of his arm.
"I should certainly hope so." He scowled.
"Let me see it." Sárie told him. The elf rolled up his sleeve and he examined his wound carefully before cautiously letting Sárie get a look.
"It's not too bad at all," Sárie said, heaving a sigh of relief. The elf rolled his eyes and let out a small growl.
"Do you want my help or not?"
"It's the least you could do!"
"Perhaps you could stop acting so childish then!"
"I am not!"
"Uma. Lle vee' nyar. (Yes. As you say.)" Sárie rolled her eyes and sighed. It wasn't even bleeding hard! She ripped a piece of thin olive green material off the bottom of her tunic and tightly tied it around the wound.
"There. It should be fine." Sárie said, resting her hand on the end of her bow. She took a good look at the elf, who was now standing straight. He was a bit taller than she, long blonde hair pulled back into half a ponytail with an elaborate looking braid at the end. His eyes were a sharp blue that greatly contrasted his fair complexion. His clothes were of finely dyed silks with small embroided designs.
Sárie felt herself begin to fidget, as the elf was obviously looking her over. She felt oddly self-conscious, as it appeared that this was not just a well-to-do elf. Judging by his clothing, he had to be royalty. She brushed some dirt off of the front of her grimy tunic.
"You're royalty, aren't you?" she finially got up the nerve to ask.
The elf nodded. "I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood." Sárie swallowed hard. She had shot a prince with an arrow.
"Well, in that case, I very much doubt that you needed my help at all. You have a person to see when you are injured, do you not?" Sárie said quickly, the words sharp on her tongue.
"Pardon?" Legolas shot back.
"With an injury as trivial as this, I'm surprised you even stopped. Do you enjoy bothering the normal folk?" she snapped, her face flushing in anger.
"I'm afraid I haven't a clue as to what you are going on about! If you had been more careful about where you shoot that blasted arrow, none of this would have happened!" Legolas said, without the foggiest idea of why she was getting so worked up about. If anyone was upset, it should have been him, seeing as he was the indjured party and all.
"Aiya!(Oh!) Auta miqula orqu.(Go kiss an Orc.)" She scowled and slapped him hard on the shoulder, right on the wound, before turning back to the forest. "Welcome to Rivendell, Blondie." She grumbled under her breath.
Legolas was left holding his shoulder carefully, wincing in pain as he angrily watched the crazy elf maiden make a rather dramatic exit. "Lunatic."
A/N- Hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to flame!
Anyway, hope you like. Please Review, they're addictive, and flames are welcomed with open arms.
Disclaimer- No, I don't own any of the characters, actually no, I lied, I own Sárie and Mehtar, thats it though. I wish I owned Legolas, and middle earth, and that such, but alas. Just don't tell the elf.
Er (1)
The morning sun was just squeezing its way threw the blinds of a modest cottage on the outskirts of Rivendell. All of the inhabitant's eyes were still clouded over, in the kind of trance that elves use instead of sleep.
Or, rather, all but one.
She had been up long before the sun, moving swiftly around the house. She dressed herself in a man's tunic, grimy olive green and mousy brown in colour. After eating a small breakfast of motsa bread, she quickly gathered her bow and quiver, as well as her sword.
"Sárie!" a voice said from behind her.
Sárie Lostdalwen spun around quickly, adjusting the leather strap holding the quiver so it wouldn't pull on the messy golden brown braid she had tossed carelessly over her shoulder.
"Vedui (Greetings) Mehtar!" she brightly greeted her older brother. Mehtar was still half asleep, as his pale blue eyes did not have their usual sparkle and his hair somewhat tousled.
"I don't see what you so happy about." He said with a yawn.
"You wouldn't, but I suppose I'll tell you anyway. I've just made some new arrows, trying a new design. Thought I'd try them out." Sárie said excitedly. Mehtar blinked for a moment.
"Honestly. You get more masculine every day."
"I love you too." She said, giving her brother a quick kiss on the cheek before heading out the door.
Sárie moved slowly and silently through the forest, an arrow strung on her bow. Her grey eyes always alert, always moving. The sun had now risen high in the sky, peaking through the leaves, leaving small splotches of light on the forest floor. The only thing even remotely frightening was a group of butterflies napping on a tree. Sárie was not quite fond of insects to begin with, but butterflies especially. No one suspects the butterflies. While trying to avoid the flock of, she made a sharp turn into a grove of trees.
Sárie always felt at home while surrounded by ancient trees and wildlife. She had never been particularly fond of the bustling center of Rivendell. She spent as much time as she possibly could distance herself from most civilization. Sárie supposed that it was because she didn't like seeing all the prissy pretty elf maidens, as the preferred to be called, shamelessly flirting with every member of the opposite gender who breathed. Those stupid girls with their beautiful gowns and jewels, hair done elaborately, waltzing around, snickering under their breath as Sárie passed by, calling out insults to her.
It brought a scowl to her face merely thinking about it. Sárie stopped for a moment, shaking her head at the foolishness of it all. She gathered her thoughts, and once more, focused on the task ahead of her.
She pulled the arrow back, to the feathered end was near to her ear. She picked a small knob in a tree to aim for. After a moment, she released the arrow. It swooshed past her ear, hitting its mark.
Sárie smiled, drawing another and aiming for the same place.
And she would have hit her mark too, had something not gotten in the way.
In her excitement, Sárie had failed to notice the steady clop of hooves coming down a nearby path, nor, as fate would have it, that the tree she was aiming for was just across that path.
She released the second arrow, and it hit an elf crossing on horseback, square in the left shoulder. She let out a squeak of surprise while the elf cried out in pain and surprise. Sárie was frozen for a moment, before running to see it he was alright.
"Are you alright?" she said breathlessly, as the elf, who had dismounted a rather magnificent looking dappled grey horse. "I apologize! I didn't see you coming!"
The elf looked over at her, his blue eyes narrowed, a bit of blonde hair falling into his face. He grit his teeth and pulled the arrow out of his arm.
"I should certainly hope so." He scowled.
"Let me see it." Sárie told him. The elf rolled up his sleeve and he examined his wound carefully before cautiously letting Sárie get a look.
"It's not too bad at all," Sárie said, heaving a sigh of relief. The elf rolled his eyes and let out a small growl.
"Do you want my help or not?"
"It's the least you could do!"
"Perhaps you could stop acting so childish then!"
"I am not!"
"Uma. Lle vee' nyar. (Yes. As you say.)" Sárie rolled her eyes and sighed. It wasn't even bleeding hard! She ripped a piece of thin olive green material off the bottom of her tunic and tightly tied it around the wound.
"There. It should be fine." Sárie said, resting her hand on the end of her bow. She took a good look at the elf, who was now standing straight. He was a bit taller than she, long blonde hair pulled back into half a ponytail with an elaborate looking braid at the end. His eyes were a sharp blue that greatly contrasted his fair complexion. His clothes were of finely dyed silks with small embroided designs.
Sárie felt herself begin to fidget, as the elf was obviously looking her over. She felt oddly self-conscious, as it appeared that this was not just a well-to-do elf. Judging by his clothing, he had to be royalty. She brushed some dirt off of the front of her grimy tunic.
"You're royalty, aren't you?" she finially got up the nerve to ask.
The elf nodded. "I am Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood." Sárie swallowed hard. She had shot a prince with an arrow.
"Well, in that case, I very much doubt that you needed my help at all. You have a person to see when you are injured, do you not?" Sárie said quickly, the words sharp on her tongue.
"Pardon?" Legolas shot back.
"With an injury as trivial as this, I'm surprised you even stopped. Do you enjoy bothering the normal folk?" she snapped, her face flushing in anger.
"I'm afraid I haven't a clue as to what you are going on about! If you had been more careful about where you shoot that blasted arrow, none of this would have happened!" Legolas said, without the foggiest idea of why she was getting so worked up about. If anyone was upset, it should have been him, seeing as he was the indjured party and all.
"Aiya!(Oh!) Auta miqula orqu.(Go kiss an Orc.)" She scowled and slapped him hard on the shoulder, right on the wound, before turning back to the forest. "Welcome to Rivendell, Blondie." She grumbled under her breath.
Legolas was left holding his shoulder carefully, wincing in pain as he angrily watched the crazy elf maiden make a rather dramatic exit. "Lunatic."
A/N- Hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to flame!
