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Chapter III: Confrontations and Figures in the Night
Silhouettes danced about a room from the soft light of a melted down candle. The room was bathed in darkness. Seregwen leaned back in a wooden chair in a murky corner in the room out of the light. She slowly sharpened the edge of her sword. It dimly gleamed in the shadows. She ran the thick piece of lead across the blade without thinking. Her mind was elsewhere. Just then a quick breeze blew through the room. The flame of the candle shook violently making the silhouettes shake also.
'.... Your exile is over, Seregwen. Why dost thou turn away from your own people?'
Once again the foul voice whispered to her through the wind. Seregwen shivered and clenched her cloak closer around her for warmth. She never had the nerve to answer its cruel questions. She sat in pure fear of whom it was asking and taunting her every waking moment. The voices didn't stop whilst she slept. They became plainer in her dreams. Her dreams never revealed whom the voice belonged, but it was always the wind that spoke to her.
Seregwen hastily stood up from the chair and set her sword down upon the seat. As she passed the candle she leaned over it and softly blew the out the orange-red flame. Seregwen stealthily slipped through the curtains onto a small veranda. It over looked a beautiful flourishing green garden. The moon was at its last stage before it becomes anew. It was nothing but a thin line of pale light and no more.
As Seregwen stared out into the vast dark valley she saw a tall fair figure walking into the Garden below. He had medium long blonde hair and he wore a light silver mantle. Blue were his eyes like the deep seas to the south. At first Seregwen didn't recognize who this fair elf was. Her eyes watched him longingly from afar. Seregwen's icy heart thawed with passion for him. He then began to sing a song of woe. It moved Seregwen deeply, but his song ended she quickly snapped out of her trance. Once she trudged into her room, Seregwen snuggled into her ample bed and fell into a dark sleep.
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Seregwen found herself slipping down the lighted halls of the House of Elrond. Her face was dark from a restless sleep the night before. Dark rings hung under her eyes and she dragged her feet as she walked. Seregwen hungered for but a simple drop of blood. It felt like years since she went on a hunt. Her will was weak enough that even if a brave soul may pass Seregwen would kill them on sight. And to her delight one the little hobbit stumbled into her path, Merry to exact. She could she them shudder at the sight of her dark silhouette cast on the wall. He was brave enough to start a conversation with her.
" Hullo, Seregwen! How are you this morning? I didn't see you art breakfast," he asked cheerfully. Seregwen tried to shake off the urge to drink every last drop of his blood. She looked down to the little hobbit and smiled as best she could.
" I do not eat food like you, young hobbit. I feast on blood, but I am for bidden to drink the blood of men, elves and even you free folk. But I cannot guarantee that I will spare anyone's blood if I haven't feed in a while," Seregwen explained licking her fangs and strode onward. Yet again the hobbit was brave enough to follow along.
" You and Legolas seemed not to get along very well. I take you don't like elves very much," Merry questioned again. Seregwen sighed. How could a creature so small inquire so much?
" I do enjoy elves, but with Legolas I cannot make an exception. His words were imprudent and unthought-of. For three and a half thousand years I have wandered this land and never have I found an elf like him. Legolas will always be an arrogant prince," Seregwen answered harshly.
" That is nothing like Legolas. He is more than what you think, Lady Seregwen," the hobbit said courageously. This time Seregwen didn't answer Merry. She kept on walking silently until she reached her chambers. But before she entered the room she faced Merry once again.
" I admire your bravery, Meraidoc. Not once in my existence have I met a creature so small brave enough to talk with me. I shall see you later this day." And with that Seregwen left the frightened little hobbit in amazement.
~*~
Later that day when the sun reached its peak in the sky The Fellowship was assembled at the front gate. They all waited patiently, but Legolas noticed that Seregwen was nowhere to be seen. Gandalf and Aragorn silently conversed to the side and out of the line of hearing. Gimli and the hobbits argued about who would kill the most vampires. Legolas kept his thoughts to himself and stood in complete stillness. Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed a figure move in the shaded trees to the right of him. Just as his eyes passed toward the figure it immediately stopped in its path. It reared its slender figure to face him. Legolas smiled when the figure shone its green eyes through the darkness. He knew exactly who it was: Seregwen. She smiled back and motioned for Legolas to approach. He silently slipped from the company and toward her.
" I would like to apologize for my rash words at the counsel. I should have thought before I had spoken," Seregwen said once he passed into the trees. She let down her hood revealing her fair skin and exquisite eyes beneath it. For the first time since Legolas had seen Seregwen he hadn't noticed how beautiful she really was.
" I should make amends too. I was not very trusting of you from first sight," Legolas said giving her a little bow.
" This takes a great weight off my shoulders." After Seregwen had said that there was a long silence. Legolas stared deeply into her eyes as if he was searching for something, but he didn't find anything but darkness. Then to his surprise Seregwen approached him. Legolas stood in complete revelation. Seregwen faced him with fear appearing in her eyes and lightly brushed her pale lips against the bare skin of his neck. She was tempted to prick just the skin, but the sound of the hobbits calling to Legolas startled her and she bounded back into the trees. Legolas was left stand still his state of confusion. But as he felt where Seregwen brushed her lips he found but a little prick of his blood.
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A/N: Sorry for the delay I have been busy. I hope you like this chapter. And please review it fuels my writing process.
Chapter III: Confrontations and Figures in the Night
Silhouettes danced about a room from the soft light of a melted down candle. The room was bathed in darkness. Seregwen leaned back in a wooden chair in a murky corner in the room out of the light. She slowly sharpened the edge of her sword. It dimly gleamed in the shadows. She ran the thick piece of lead across the blade without thinking. Her mind was elsewhere. Just then a quick breeze blew through the room. The flame of the candle shook violently making the silhouettes shake also.
'.... Your exile is over, Seregwen. Why dost thou turn away from your own people?'
Once again the foul voice whispered to her through the wind. Seregwen shivered and clenched her cloak closer around her for warmth. She never had the nerve to answer its cruel questions. She sat in pure fear of whom it was asking and taunting her every waking moment. The voices didn't stop whilst she slept. They became plainer in her dreams. Her dreams never revealed whom the voice belonged, but it was always the wind that spoke to her.
Seregwen hastily stood up from the chair and set her sword down upon the seat. As she passed the candle she leaned over it and softly blew the out the orange-red flame. Seregwen stealthily slipped through the curtains onto a small veranda. It over looked a beautiful flourishing green garden. The moon was at its last stage before it becomes anew. It was nothing but a thin line of pale light and no more.
As Seregwen stared out into the vast dark valley she saw a tall fair figure walking into the Garden below. He had medium long blonde hair and he wore a light silver mantle. Blue were his eyes like the deep seas to the south. At first Seregwen didn't recognize who this fair elf was. Her eyes watched him longingly from afar. Seregwen's icy heart thawed with passion for him. He then began to sing a song of woe. It moved Seregwen deeply, but his song ended she quickly snapped out of her trance. Once she trudged into her room, Seregwen snuggled into her ample bed and fell into a dark sleep.
~*~
Seregwen found herself slipping down the lighted halls of the House of Elrond. Her face was dark from a restless sleep the night before. Dark rings hung under her eyes and she dragged her feet as she walked. Seregwen hungered for but a simple drop of blood. It felt like years since she went on a hunt. Her will was weak enough that even if a brave soul may pass Seregwen would kill them on sight. And to her delight one the little hobbit stumbled into her path, Merry to exact. She could she them shudder at the sight of her dark silhouette cast on the wall. He was brave enough to start a conversation with her.
" Hullo, Seregwen! How are you this morning? I didn't see you art breakfast," he asked cheerfully. Seregwen tried to shake off the urge to drink every last drop of his blood. She looked down to the little hobbit and smiled as best she could.
" I do not eat food like you, young hobbit. I feast on blood, but I am for bidden to drink the blood of men, elves and even you free folk. But I cannot guarantee that I will spare anyone's blood if I haven't feed in a while," Seregwen explained licking her fangs and strode onward. Yet again the hobbit was brave enough to follow along.
" You and Legolas seemed not to get along very well. I take you don't like elves very much," Merry questioned again. Seregwen sighed. How could a creature so small inquire so much?
" I do enjoy elves, but with Legolas I cannot make an exception. His words were imprudent and unthought-of. For three and a half thousand years I have wandered this land and never have I found an elf like him. Legolas will always be an arrogant prince," Seregwen answered harshly.
" That is nothing like Legolas. He is more than what you think, Lady Seregwen," the hobbit said courageously. This time Seregwen didn't answer Merry. She kept on walking silently until she reached her chambers. But before she entered the room she faced Merry once again.
" I admire your bravery, Meraidoc. Not once in my existence have I met a creature so small brave enough to talk with me. I shall see you later this day." And with that Seregwen left the frightened little hobbit in amazement.
~*~
Later that day when the sun reached its peak in the sky The Fellowship was assembled at the front gate. They all waited patiently, but Legolas noticed that Seregwen was nowhere to be seen. Gandalf and Aragorn silently conversed to the side and out of the line of hearing. Gimli and the hobbits argued about who would kill the most vampires. Legolas kept his thoughts to himself and stood in complete stillness. Then out of the corner of his eye he noticed a figure move in the shaded trees to the right of him. Just as his eyes passed toward the figure it immediately stopped in its path. It reared its slender figure to face him. Legolas smiled when the figure shone its green eyes through the darkness. He knew exactly who it was: Seregwen. She smiled back and motioned for Legolas to approach. He silently slipped from the company and toward her.
" I would like to apologize for my rash words at the counsel. I should have thought before I had spoken," Seregwen said once he passed into the trees. She let down her hood revealing her fair skin and exquisite eyes beneath it. For the first time since Legolas had seen Seregwen he hadn't noticed how beautiful she really was.
" I should make amends too. I was not very trusting of you from first sight," Legolas said giving her a little bow.
" This takes a great weight off my shoulders." After Seregwen had said that there was a long silence. Legolas stared deeply into her eyes as if he was searching for something, but he didn't find anything but darkness. Then to his surprise Seregwen approached him. Legolas stood in complete revelation. Seregwen faced him with fear appearing in her eyes and lightly brushed her pale lips against the bare skin of his neck. She was tempted to prick just the skin, but the sound of the hobbits calling to Legolas startled her and she bounded back into the trees. Legolas was left stand still his state of confusion. But as he felt where Seregwen brushed her lips he found but a little prick of his blood.
~*~
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