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Chapter 11- "In Which Legolas Is Called a Hentai"
It was my fault. I had gotten angry and argued with her, pushed her limits when I knew she had suffered serious head trauma. Worst of all I had thrown my help to her in her face. An Elf never did such things. As soon as she fell I ran around to her. She had slumped on the floor by her friend who was calling her name and giving me the most evil look.
"Look what you did to her?" She accused.
But she didn't need to. I had already condemned myself. Why had I felt the need to argue with her? I was a Prince. I knew better than to let my emotions control me. But she had looked so angry and spoken out of turn towards my father. She was defiant, like a flame refusing to go out and I felt like I should press her just a little. I had gone too far.
I knelt beside her and removed the sling holding my arm. My shoulder was much better, Elves healed quickly, but the healers had insisted that I wear it. Well it was only a hindrance now. I slid my arms gently around her body and lifted her. She seemed so light and delicate. Such a beauty she was. All Elves are beautiful but not all possess that shocking quality that usually makes humans feel as if they are dreaming when they look upon them. The kind of unusual dark beauty that The Lady Arwen and Queen Silme possessed. Her lids were closed and she looked pale. She had been so beautiful walking into the banquet hall earlier. The white dress she wore had been a perfect compliment to her dark hair and eyes. It gave her a pure look that was captivating in its own forbidden goodness. Rather than be caught staring, I turned to my father.
"I will take her to her quarters, father." He simply nodded but I knew he would probably be having a talk with me later. I was not only my father's son but also heir to the throne of Eryn Lasgalen and today I had not acted accordingly with my station. Yes, I could definitely expect a lecture, but first I would see to the lady.
I knew where her room was. It was one of the nicer rooms in the palace reserved for honored guests. I knew this because I had been the one to order it for her. My own quarters were much further back in the caves. I laid her down on the bed gently and prepared a damp cloth to wipe her forehead with. I could tell that she was in some kind of pain earlier but I had still pressed her and argued. She was obviously afraid, in a new place, and had parents who were afraid for her. If it were me I would probably have wanted to reassure my loved ones as quickly as possible also.
She moaned softly and turned towards me. I noticed that she was no longer unconscious just asleep. I pulled some stray strands of her hair back from her face. She wore it in the oddest ways. A simple style, consisting of a long, single, thick, black braid down her back. Certainly no Lady Elf I had ever seen wore their hair that way. I continued to look at her, she seemed to be in denial about her heritage. She was obviously an Elf maiden, yet she always became upset when anyone mentioned it. Why was she not proud to be an Elf? Most humans envied Elves for their immortality. Suddenly I remembered something she had said earlier. Why had she referred to her perfectly pointed ears as a mutation? I had never heard of such before. And if she felt that way about her own ears then what of mine? I pushed thoughts of insecurity away. If this young Elf did not want to be one, it was because she did not know how wonderful it was. She had been raised by humans, it was only natural. Why I was drawn to her I did not know. But I had felt something the first time our eyes greeted each other and I was determined to find out why and what it was.
I began stroking her hair. "So, poikaer (pure one) I feel I must show you the ways of the Elves. I will teach you to take pride in your people. To know our silent strength, the power behind our language. To become part of our love and connection with nature. All of this will I show you. I shall count this task my duty as Prince, to help the one who saved my life to discover a new world."
I was certain that I could show it to her, untouched natural beauty beyond her dreams that was the essence of our people's happiness. Little did I know, it would soon be she that would show me things I had never imagined?
Taking her hand I began to rub her arm, keeping my touch light so as not to wake her. I spoke partly in my native tongue but mostly in the common language, so that her subconscious would pick it up. This was an actual process known among Elves. To speak soothing words would ease her rest, cause her to imagine and remember the things spoken of.
"Quel esta mellonamin (Rest well my friend). For I would have us be friends though I am certain you will make me work for it. One day I will take you to the Silmataurea (Starlight Woods). And we will watch the Amrun (Sunrise) together from the safety of the galadh (trees). I will teach you to understand when the el (stars) speak to us at night, and how to be comforted by the songs the hwesta (wind) carries. How to survive relying only on nature and to make estolada (camp) in any environment. You need not fear loneliness. I will stay by you. Quel kaima lirimaer. (Sleep well lovely one)
Then I was looking into her eyes. Her very alert angry looking eyes. She had woken and my calming words did not seem to have had any affect. Whatsoever.
"Why are you touching me?"
"Well, you had fallen asleep and." I trailed off. Why was she so angry.
"Baka! Hentai! Ecchi!" she yelled. "Get off of me. Now you pervert! How dare you take advantage of me while I'm sleeping?" (uh, she pretty much called him a stupid pervert in Japanese for all of those non-anime watchers)
"Lady Niari, I did not, would not take advantage of you. I." I trailed off again. Hadn't I been trying to help her. How dare she wake and accuse me of. of. anything. I had just wasted my time. I could hardly believe the things I had just been whispering to her. An Elf could shout and sing songs of love and devotion to her and she would still react the same.
"My lady I will take my leave of you now. It is obvious that you cannot appreciate even my smallest offerings of friendship and kindness to you. I hope you recover soon." I got up from her bed to leave.
"Prince Legolas wait." I kept walking.
"I said wait dammit. Now just hold on." I turned to look at her. She was sitting up and looking sheepishly at the floor.
"I'm sorry. Really I am. You scared me is all. I guess I'm not used to waking up to a handsome Prince holding my hand and singing me to sleep." She looked up and smiled at me. "Or to keep me asleep. Whatever. The point is I'm rash and I'm rude and I hope you'll accept my apology. I know you were only trying to be nice."
I couldn't help it. I smiled back. "It was my pleasure. But I wasn't singing to you just talking."
She patted the bed beside her and moved over a little to give me room. While I crossed back to her she said.
"Really? I could have sworn you were singing. You have a beautiful voice. There doesn't seem to be much difference does there?" I could only smile again. There was a difference and I would show it to her. I began to sing.
I sang to her a simple song that I sang mostly when alone. About the changing of the seasons and their unique magnificence no matter how many thousands of times one watches them. I doubt she understood a word though, I sang in Sindarin.
"Wow." Was all she said when I finished. "That was, it was just. Wow. Do it again." That made me laugh.
"I will another time. Elves love to sing, we do it often. It helps us to remember things long past. But right now Lady Niari you need more sleep. I promise I will sing to you again.
"Prince Legolas, will you do me a favor? Quit calling me Lady Niari. Call me Ni-ni or something. We're cool peoples now so I don't mind."
I looked at her confused "I'm sorry Lady Niari, I don't feel a chill, but if you are cold I can get you a blanket."
She blinked at me. "What? Oh, no. Not cool as in cold. I mean we're friends now so you can call me Ni-ni." She explained rolling her eyes a little.
"Oh, of course. But you must call me Legolas. No one addresses me as Prince unless I'm in a formal setting."
She smiled at that. "Sure thing Legolas. Hey! What's your last name again?'
"Greenleaf." I replied.
"Ok then. I'll have to think up a nickname for you as well."
She gave me a strange look, cocking her head to the side as if studying me. "If I didn't know better I'd say that I was in Europe somewhere. In England I guess. It's the only reason I can think of to account for that accent of yours."
"I believe that it is you speaking with an accent my lady." I grinned at her. I had been wondering about the way she spoke. I had traveled all over Middle Earth and never encountered anything like it.
"Hey, watch it with the lady business." She was frowning at me again.
"My apologies." I bowed to her. She frowned even more. "I must be going now. er, Ni-ni." She giggled at the way I said her name. "The healers have suggested that I rest for at least two hours during the day since the attack and I'd like to get it out of the way so that I can practice some archery." I made a face indicating that I'd rather be doing just that.
"Ooh, archery. Cool. Will you show me one day?"
"Yes, I'll look forward to it." I said and turned to leave as she lay back down.
"Me too. Quel kaima, Legolas." I turned back quickly when she said it, but she had already closed her eyes. I walked slowly to my room smiling the whole way. Glad that my little whispering session had imprinted so strongly onto her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Authors Note: I know that I've only begun to develop their character personalities but please be patient. They aren't about to fall in love any time soon. Really the story just started, (all I've written so far is the necessary get into it parts plus a couple of little hints of background that will be important later) so for those who like them long, you have lots to look forward to. There is so much more to write, and the action will soon pick up. I'm kind of excited myself. But updates may come a little slower so please bear with me.
~Love and Happiness
Chapter 11- "In Which Legolas Is Called a Hentai"
It was my fault. I had gotten angry and argued with her, pushed her limits when I knew she had suffered serious head trauma. Worst of all I had thrown my help to her in her face. An Elf never did such things. As soon as she fell I ran around to her. She had slumped on the floor by her friend who was calling her name and giving me the most evil look.
"Look what you did to her?" She accused.
But she didn't need to. I had already condemned myself. Why had I felt the need to argue with her? I was a Prince. I knew better than to let my emotions control me. But she had looked so angry and spoken out of turn towards my father. She was defiant, like a flame refusing to go out and I felt like I should press her just a little. I had gone too far.
I knelt beside her and removed the sling holding my arm. My shoulder was much better, Elves healed quickly, but the healers had insisted that I wear it. Well it was only a hindrance now. I slid my arms gently around her body and lifted her. She seemed so light and delicate. Such a beauty she was. All Elves are beautiful but not all possess that shocking quality that usually makes humans feel as if they are dreaming when they look upon them. The kind of unusual dark beauty that The Lady Arwen and Queen Silme possessed. Her lids were closed and she looked pale. She had been so beautiful walking into the banquet hall earlier. The white dress she wore had been a perfect compliment to her dark hair and eyes. It gave her a pure look that was captivating in its own forbidden goodness. Rather than be caught staring, I turned to my father.
"I will take her to her quarters, father." He simply nodded but I knew he would probably be having a talk with me later. I was not only my father's son but also heir to the throne of Eryn Lasgalen and today I had not acted accordingly with my station. Yes, I could definitely expect a lecture, but first I would see to the lady.
I knew where her room was. It was one of the nicer rooms in the palace reserved for honored guests. I knew this because I had been the one to order it for her. My own quarters were much further back in the caves. I laid her down on the bed gently and prepared a damp cloth to wipe her forehead with. I could tell that she was in some kind of pain earlier but I had still pressed her and argued. She was obviously afraid, in a new place, and had parents who were afraid for her. If it were me I would probably have wanted to reassure my loved ones as quickly as possible also.
She moaned softly and turned towards me. I noticed that she was no longer unconscious just asleep. I pulled some stray strands of her hair back from her face. She wore it in the oddest ways. A simple style, consisting of a long, single, thick, black braid down her back. Certainly no Lady Elf I had ever seen wore their hair that way. I continued to look at her, she seemed to be in denial about her heritage. She was obviously an Elf maiden, yet she always became upset when anyone mentioned it. Why was she not proud to be an Elf? Most humans envied Elves for their immortality. Suddenly I remembered something she had said earlier. Why had she referred to her perfectly pointed ears as a mutation? I had never heard of such before. And if she felt that way about her own ears then what of mine? I pushed thoughts of insecurity away. If this young Elf did not want to be one, it was because she did not know how wonderful it was. She had been raised by humans, it was only natural. Why I was drawn to her I did not know. But I had felt something the first time our eyes greeted each other and I was determined to find out why and what it was.
I began stroking her hair. "So, poikaer (pure one) I feel I must show you the ways of the Elves. I will teach you to take pride in your people. To know our silent strength, the power behind our language. To become part of our love and connection with nature. All of this will I show you. I shall count this task my duty as Prince, to help the one who saved my life to discover a new world."
I was certain that I could show it to her, untouched natural beauty beyond her dreams that was the essence of our people's happiness. Little did I know, it would soon be she that would show me things I had never imagined?
Taking her hand I began to rub her arm, keeping my touch light so as not to wake her. I spoke partly in my native tongue but mostly in the common language, so that her subconscious would pick it up. This was an actual process known among Elves. To speak soothing words would ease her rest, cause her to imagine and remember the things spoken of.
"Quel esta mellonamin (Rest well my friend). For I would have us be friends though I am certain you will make me work for it. One day I will take you to the Silmataurea (Starlight Woods). And we will watch the Amrun (Sunrise) together from the safety of the galadh (trees). I will teach you to understand when the el (stars) speak to us at night, and how to be comforted by the songs the hwesta (wind) carries. How to survive relying only on nature and to make estolada (camp) in any environment. You need not fear loneliness. I will stay by you. Quel kaima lirimaer. (Sleep well lovely one)
Then I was looking into her eyes. Her very alert angry looking eyes. She had woken and my calming words did not seem to have had any affect. Whatsoever.
"Why are you touching me?"
"Well, you had fallen asleep and." I trailed off. Why was she so angry.
"Baka! Hentai! Ecchi!" she yelled. "Get off of me. Now you pervert! How dare you take advantage of me while I'm sleeping?" (uh, she pretty much called him a stupid pervert in Japanese for all of those non-anime watchers)
"Lady Niari, I did not, would not take advantage of you. I." I trailed off again. Hadn't I been trying to help her. How dare she wake and accuse me of. of. anything. I had just wasted my time. I could hardly believe the things I had just been whispering to her. An Elf could shout and sing songs of love and devotion to her and she would still react the same.
"My lady I will take my leave of you now. It is obvious that you cannot appreciate even my smallest offerings of friendship and kindness to you. I hope you recover soon." I got up from her bed to leave.
"Prince Legolas wait." I kept walking.
"I said wait dammit. Now just hold on." I turned to look at her. She was sitting up and looking sheepishly at the floor.
"I'm sorry. Really I am. You scared me is all. I guess I'm not used to waking up to a handsome Prince holding my hand and singing me to sleep." She looked up and smiled at me. "Or to keep me asleep. Whatever. The point is I'm rash and I'm rude and I hope you'll accept my apology. I know you were only trying to be nice."
I couldn't help it. I smiled back. "It was my pleasure. But I wasn't singing to you just talking."
She patted the bed beside her and moved over a little to give me room. While I crossed back to her she said.
"Really? I could have sworn you were singing. You have a beautiful voice. There doesn't seem to be much difference does there?" I could only smile again. There was a difference and I would show it to her. I began to sing.
I sang to her a simple song that I sang mostly when alone. About the changing of the seasons and their unique magnificence no matter how many thousands of times one watches them. I doubt she understood a word though, I sang in Sindarin.
"Wow." Was all she said when I finished. "That was, it was just. Wow. Do it again." That made me laugh.
"I will another time. Elves love to sing, we do it often. It helps us to remember things long past. But right now Lady Niari you need more sleep. I promise I will sing to you again.
"Prince Legolas, will you do me a favor? Quit calling me Lady Niari. Call me Ni-ni or something. We're cool peoples now so I don't mind."
I looked at her confused "I'm sorry Lady Niari, I don't feel a chill, but if you are cold I can get you a blanket."
She blinked at me. "What? Oh, no. Not cool as in cold. I mean we're friends now so you can call me Ni-ni." She explained rolling her eyes a little.
"Oh, of course. But you must call me Legolas. No one addresses me as Prince unless I'm in a formal setting."
She smiled at that. "Sure thing Legolas. Hey! What's your last name again?'
"Greenleaf." I replied.
"Ok then. I'll have to think up a nickname for you as well."
She gave me a strange look, cocking her head to the side as if studying me. "If I didn't know better I'd say that I was in Europe somewhere. In England I guess. It's the only reason I can think of to account for that accent of yours."
"I believe that it is you speaking with an accent my lady." I grinned at her. I had been wondering about the way she spoke. I had traveled all over Middle Earth and never encountered anything like it.
"Hey, watch it with the lady business." She was frowning at me again.
"My apologies." I bowed to her. She frowned even more. "I must be going now. er, Ni-ni." She giggled at the way I said her name. "The healers have suggested that I rest for at least two hours during the day since the attack and I'd like to get it out of the way so that I can practice some archery." I made a face indicating that I'd rather be doing just that.
"Ooh, archery. Cool. Will you show me one day?"
"Yes, I'll look forward to it." I said and turned to leave as she lay back down.
"Me too. Quel kaima, Legolas." I turned back quickly when she said it, but she had already closed her eyes. I walked slowly to my room smiling the whole way. Glad that my little whispering session had imprinted so strongly onto her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Authors Note: I know that I've only begun to develop their character personalities but please be patient. They aren't about to fall in love any time soon. Really the story just started, (all I've written so far is the necessary get into it parts plus a couple of little hints of background that will be important later) so for those who like them long, you have lots to look forward to. There is so much more to write, and the action will soon pick up. I'm kind of excited myself. But updates may come a little slower so please bear with me.
~Love and Happiness