A/n Here's chapter 2! Wow, can you believe I got it up this fast? Neither can I. Where I found the time, being as mid-terms are this week, the world may never know. Not a word to my teachers, your hear me? Anyway, enjoy~
Atta (2)
"Aiya! (Oh!) Tanya arwa! (That hurt!)" Sárie sucked on a burned index finger. She had never been a particularly good cook, (actually, a rather foul cook would be more exact description) and why Mehtar had decided it was her night to prepare dinner was beyond her understanding.
"Don't go and kill yourself." Mehtar warned from another room.
"I just might." Sárie replied, taking a pot off the fire. She scolded herself for forgetting to put water in it. How can something boil without water? She finished getting the meal to a place where it would cook without constant observation, or at least, she hoped so anyway. Sárie went to find her brother. For what she was going to have to put up with after cooking, he at least owed her a good spar. Sárie was going to be quite sure she got it.
She found Mehtar sitting on an old, mossy green coloured sofa, and staring out an open window. He looked a tad better than he had earlier that morning, though it was hard to say when his hair looked tidier. He looked wise beyond his years, though he was merely few hundred older than Sárie.
"Soooo," she said lightheartedly, plopping down next to him. "Feel like taking me on?"
"Feel like losing?" Mehtar replied.
"A bit full of ourselves, aren't we?"
"We are being brutally honesty."
"We? Talking in third person now, eh? Maybe I should start calling you Gollum?" Sárie asked, and couldn't help but smile at Mehtar's appalled reaction. "Well then, I challenge you to a duel, Mehtar, swords only, full contact?"
"No contact, and you've got yourself a spar." He replied.
"But!" Sárie protested, tugging on his arm.
"No contact."
"Fiiine." Sárie whinged, like a child.
Mehtar stood up, and looked around for a moment, stretching his arms. "Aier(Short one), khila amin (follow me)." Sárie puffed her cheeks out, obviously insulted but complied grumbling under her breath something that sounded oddly like: "Dolle naa lost (your head is empty)..."
They stood in a well-trodden path in front of the cottage. Sárie drew her sword from its sheath, holding it at arms length, pointing it at her brother. Mehtar did the same. It was sort of a pre-spar ritual since they were children.
"A duel to the death, eh?" Sárie said, and even after years of the same line, it was hard for her not to crack a smile.
"That it is. Lets just pray your sword is as strong as your ego." Mehtar replied curtly (he was always one who could keep a straight face).
With that, the two lunged at each other. The cold metal of their swords clashed on the impact. Mehtar stumbled back, surprised by the strength behind Sárie's blow.
"You've been practicing, I see." He commented, easily countering a series of thrusts from his younger sister.
"Impressed?" she grunted, struggling to block his lightning fast blows.
"A little." He said, changing his position and going back onto defense. Sárie felt the shiver of the sword in her hands, her eyes scrunching as she heard them clang. She then had to duck as Mehtar swung his blade high, nearly trimming Sárie's long plait. Sárie let out a soft growl, countering with an extra forceful warning. Mehtar, on the other hand, was looking quite amused by this point, which was only annoying Sárie to no end. After about five mibutes of this, there was still no apparent winner. Then, with one strong swing of his sword, Mehtar took the sword out of Sárie's hand and sent her stumbling backwards.
Sárie felt herself lose her footing, and fall backwards toward the dirt. She instinctively squeezed her eyes closed and held out her hands behind her, hoping to break the fall.
It never came.
Sárie slowly opened an eye and looked up. She saw long blonde hair, clashing dark eyebrows and a rather full of themselves grin.
"Oh no, not you," she growled, as he carelessly dropped her on the ground.
"Ow!"
"Oh my! Sorry, my strength seems to have left me, there was an, unfortunate accident with me arm." Legolas said sarcastically his eyebrows raised, obviously pleased with himself.
"I'll bet." Sárie replied sharply, "what are you doing here anyway, Blondie? Come to serve your revenge or something of the sort?" She stood up, brushing dirt off of her tunic and scowling.
"Unfortunately no, that was just a lucky break. Lord Elrond is here to ask a favour of your brother." Legolas said, looking to where the other two elves were now engaged in friendly conversation. She hadn't seen either Legolas or Elrond arrive.
"And my name's not Blondie, as you seem fond of calling me, and it seems I still don't know yours."
"Funny how that works out, isn't it?" Sárie smirked.
"I take it you're not going to tell me." Legolas said, looking like he didn't particurarly care to begin with.
"Basically, Saurar (foul one)." Sárie mumbled.
"Antolle ulua sulrim (Much wind pours from your mouth). I have ways of finding these things out."
"Auta miqula orqu (Go kiss an Orc)."
"You already told me to."
"Well, then do it again!"
"Heh."
"Lle holma ve' edan (You smell like a human)."
"Oh, now that was big of you." Legolas sneered.
"And it was big of you to drop me back there. You're a real gentleman."
"You're the one who started this in the first place! If you hadn't shot me in the arm to beg-"
"Sárie!" Mehtar cut Legolas off.
"What!?" Sárie called back. Legolas gave her an odd look, as if to say 'So that's your name. Told you I'd find out.' "And don't look at me like that!" she snapped back at Legolas, merely shrugged and put on his best innocent face.
"Look at me that way one more time, and you just may have a bruise on that fair elven face of yours." She said briskly, beginning to walk toward her brother.
"Is that a threat?" Legolas asked, grabbing her arm, forcing Sárie to face him.
"You've got a brain, haven't you? Use it." Sárie replied pulling her arm away, with a smirk on her face.
"Sárie!" Mehtar said again, this time for sternly.
She spun around, looking at her brother. "What?"
"You might want to go check on whatever you've been cooking. I think it's burning."
A/N Well, thast what you get for all my hard work. Hope it was enjoyable. If any of you read this, could you please comment on one thing:
Is Legolas too OOC? I mean, he always appeared to me as someone who would hold a grudge, I mean, he's an elf for godsakes, but I think I may have taken a bit too far.
Thx again! Don't forget to flame!
~Kaelin
Atta (2)
"Aiya! (Oh!) Tanya arwa! (That hurt!)" Sárie sucked on a burned index finger. She had never been a particularly good cook, (actually, a rather foul cook would be more exact description) and why Mehtar had decided it was her night to prepare dinner was beyond her understanding.
"Don't go and kill yourself." Mehtar warned from another room.
"I just might." Sárie replied, taking a pot off the fire. She scolded herself for forgetting to put water in it. How can something boil without water? She finished getting the meal to a place where it would cook without constant observation, or at least, she hoped so anyway. Sárie went to find her brother. For what she was going to have to put up with after cooking, he at least owed her a good spar. Sárie was going to be quite sure she got it.
She found Mehtar sitting on an old, mossy green coloured sofa, and staring out an open window. He looked a tad better than he had earlier that morning, though it was hard to say when his hair looked tidier. He looked wise beyond his years, though he was merely few hundred older than Sárie.
"Soooo," she said lightheartedly, plopping down next to him. "Feel like taking me on?"
"Feel like losing?" Mehtar replied.
"A bit full of ourselves, aren't we?"
"We are being brutally honesty."
"We? Talking in third person now, eh? Maybe I should start calling you Gollum?" Sárie asked, and couldn't help but smile at Mehtar's appalled reaction. "Well then, I challenge you to a duel, Mehtar, swords only, full contact?"
"No contact, and you've got yourself a spar." He replied.
"But!" Sárie protested, tugging on his arm.
"No contact."
"Fiiine." Sárie whinged, like a child.
Mehtar stood up, and looked around for a moment, stretching his arms. "Aier(Short one), khila amin (follow me)." Sárie puffed her cheeks out, obviously insulted but complied grumbling under her breath something that sounded oddly like: "Dolle naa lost (your head is empty)..."
They stood in a well-trodden path in front of the cottage. Sárie drew her sword from its sheath, holding it at arms length, pointing it at her brother. Mehtar did the same. It was sort of a pre-spar ritual since they were children.
"A duel to the death, eh?" Sárie said, and even after years of the same line, it was hard for her not to crack a smile.
"That it is. Lets just pray your sword is as strong as your ego." Mehtar replied curtly (he was always one who could keep a straight face).
With that, the two lunged at each other. The cold metal of their swords clashed on the impact. Mehtar stumbled back, surprised by the strength behind Sárie's blow.
"You've been practicing, I see." He commented, easily countering a series of thrusts from his younger sister.
"Impressed?" she grunted, struggling to block his lightning fast blows.
"A little." He said, changing his position and going back onto defense. Sárie felt the shiver of the sword in her hands, her eyes scrunching as she heard them clang. She then had to duck as Mehtar swung his blade high, nearly trimming Sárie's long plait. Sárie let out a soft growl, countering with an extra forceful warning. Mehtar, on the other hand, was looking quite amused by this point, which was only annoying Sárie to no end. After about five mibutes of this, there was still no apparent winner. Then, with one strong swing of his sword, Mehtar took the sword out of Sárie's hand and sent her stumbling backwards.
Sárie felt herself lose her footing, and fall backwards toward the dirt. She instinctively squeezed her eyes closed and held out her hands behind her, hoping to break the fall.
It never came.
Sárie slowly opened an eye and looked up. She saw long blonde hair, clashing dark eyebrows and a rather full of themselves grin.
"Oh no, not you," she growled, as he carelessly dropped her on the ground.
"Ow!"
"Oh my! Sorry, my strength seems to have left me, there was an, unfortunate accident with me arm." Legolas said sarcastically his eyebrows raised, obviously pleased with himself.
"I'll bet." Sárie replied sharply, "what are you doing here anyway, Blondie? Come to serve your revenge or something of the sort?" She stood up, brushing dirt off of her tunic and scowling.
"Unfortunately no, that was just a lucky break. Lord Elrond is here to ask a favour of your brother." Legolas said, looking to where the other two elves were now engaged in friendly conversation. She hadn't seen either Legolas or Elrond arrive.
"And my name's not Blondie, as you seem fond of calling me, and it seems I still don't know yours."
"Funny how that works out, isn't it?" Sárie smirked.
"I take it you're not going to tell me." Legolas said, looking like he didn't particurarly care to begin with.
"Basically, Saurar (foul one)." Sárie mumbled.
"Antolle ulua sulrim (Much wind pours from your mouth). I have ways of finding these things out."
"Auta miqula orqu (Go kiss an Orc)."
"You already told me to."
"Well, then do it again!"
"Heh."
"Lle holma ve' edan (You smell like a human)."
"Oh, now that was big of you." Legolas sneered.
"And it was big of you to drop me back there. You're a real gentleman."
"You're the one who started this in the first place! If you hadn't shot me in the arm to beg-"
"Sárie!" Mehtar cut Legolas off.
"What!?" Sárie called back. Legolas gave her an odd look, as if to say 'So that's your name. Told you I'd find out.' "And don't look at me like that!" she snapped back at Legolas, merely shrugged and put on his best innocent face.
"Look at me that way one more time, and you just may have a bruise on that fair elven face of yours." She said briskly, beginning to walk toward her brother.
"Is that a threat?" Legolas asked, grabbing her arm, forcing Sárie to face him.
"You've got a brain, haven't you? Use it." Sárie replied pulling her arm away, with a smirk on her face.
"Sárie!" Mehtar said again, this time for sternly.
She spun around, looking at her brother. "What?"
"You might want to go check on whatever you've been cooking. I think it's burning."
A/N Well, thast what you get for all my hard work. Hope it was enjoyable. If any of you read this, could you please comment on one thing:
Is Legolas too OOC? I mean, he always appeared to me as someone who would hold a grudge, I mean, he's an elf for godsakes, but I think I may have taken a bit too far.
Thx again! Don't forget to flame!
~Kaelin
