A/N: I'm back. Sorry it's been over a month since I've last posted. I had
this chapter finished but forgot to post it earlier. I hope it is worth the
wait. Enjoy and let me know what you think of it!
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Chapter Five
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Legolas snatched her arm. "Do not even thing about it," he muttered angrily from the corner of his mouth.
He turned his attention back to Elrond, but still kept a portion of his senses trained on her.
"It is decided that you will leave at dusk," Elrond finished.
"Dusk? Tonight?" Legolas asked. 'So much for a good night's rest.'
"Yes. Everything is prepared," he turned to the character beside Legolas. "Are you willing to speak any more on your orders?"
When she did not respond, Legolas started silently twisting the skin on the arm he held. She grimaced and answered, "No. That information will be reveled in due time."
"Very well. You are dismissed to ready yourselves."
Legolas bowed and puller her down as well then led her out of the room.
"Let go of me!" she hissed.
He gripped her tighter. "I do not trust you."
"Trust, smushed. You will never trust me!" Legolas allowed her to yank her arm away.
"That is for sure," he mumbled.
~~~
The Mirkwood prince was relieved to discover he was allowed leave to prepare for his trip back home. He entered his room to find a quiver of Rivendell crafted arrows lying on the bed. He smiled and silently thanked Elladan for his contribution.
He packed his clothing into his small travel pack and changed into a green tunic, leaving his dress outfits in the armoire.
Everything was prepared except for his horse which Elrond said his son had taken care of. Gathering his belongings, he opened the door to find a maid with a pile of clothes looking at him in awe.
*Prince Greenleaf,* she whispered, kneeling.
*What is the meaning of these?*
*They are for your companion. I have been sent to ask you to deliver them to her.* He nodded and reached out to take them, but she continued. *And see which fit appropriately.*
He paused, looking at her. *I will show you to her room.*
*Oh, no no, Prince of Mirkwood. No one but you can touch the maiden.*
*That is nonsense--*
*Forgive me, but I cannot.* She handed him the clothes and scurried off.
He glanced down at the pile in his arms which consisted of dresses and tunics. Sighing, he headed to her room.
The guards glanced at his load, but said nothing as he knocked and entered the room.
"My lady," he began, laying them on her bed. "I have been asked to have you try these on and choose those you prefer."
"No," she replied, not even turning to him.
"No? These are gifts. You will accept with honor."
"I will not degrade myself to your level," she explained, turning to him.
"Degrade?"
"Do you need a dictionary, Elfling?" she cooed.
"No, I am astonished you would see us as lower than you."
"Just because you are the highest race on your planet doesn't mean you are the highest period."
"Yes, I am aware of that, but if you want to help us, you have to learn to live with us and accept us."
She turned away and crossed her arms. "Leave me."
"Are you---?"
"No!" she barked. "Leave!"
Afraid that she may start using her powers, he took a step closer. Her ears were not sensitive enough and did not hear as he continued taking slow steps. Apparently, she thought he was still standing there because she whirled around and screamed at him.
"Why--"
He walked too close for when she turned their faces were less than an inch apart. She paused, stunned as she stared into his eyes. The moment was merely a few seconds long, but enough to make the young prince skeptical.
"What are you doing?" She took as step back and shoved him away. A shock spread from her touch throughout his body and he watched to effects as it did the same for her.
She stepped back further, her mouth agape and her eyes searching him. Legolas thought she almost looked frightened of him.
"Who-wha-how?" she stuttered before running past him. Legolas grabbed her arm and she screamed.
"Where are you going?" he asked, curious of her actions.
"Get away! Don't touch me!" Her voice was panicked and shaky.
"My lady?"
Her legs started to tremble and she twisted from his grip, taking a step toward the door. She didn't make it far, though. Her leg, no longer able to support her weight, collapsed and sent her falling to the floor. Legolas caught her before impact. She withered in this hold and he lowered her to the floor. Her shoulders shook violently as he noted the sobs escaping her throat.
"I cannot do this! You are mistaken. Please take me back!" she begged.
Legolas was nothing but confused, for he thought she was speaking to him. "Shh. . ." he whispered in her ear, trying to calm her. Her struggle slowly ceased and she buried her fast in his chest, seeking solitude and comfort. The elf tensed at first, then forced himself to relax slightly, but continued to feel uneasy.
The situation reminded him of when they first arrived in Rivendell and he had prevented her from harming Elrond. His tough seemed to sometimes trigger panic and fright in her. Doubt also, for in both situations she had cried out about someone being mistaken.
Her sobs continued and he held her uncomfortably, starting to hum a soft elvish tune to calm her.
His goal was reached soon enough for her sobs ceased and she fell limp in his arms after awhile, asleep. He gently picked her up and carried her to the bed. There, he laid her down, wiping the tear stains from her face and exiting the room to let her rest before they would leave.
The whole scene in her room was new to him. It wasn't that he had never had to put up with a crying maiden, only new that the maiden had sought him for comfort. He was inexperienced at trying to calm their worries and definitely had never had a maiden fall asleep in his arms before. He had no feelings for this woman in particular, but he had found himself pleasure in holding her. The emotions that started to rise within him were unfamiliar and he needed to busy himself to rid of them, especially if the two of them would be alone for days, maybe even weeks, without contact with others.
~~~
The guard reluctantly woke her a few hours later to prepare to depart. He informed Legolas that she was 'demanding and somewhat angry.' Thanking the guard, he headed to the stables to prepare her horse.
He took the liberty of packing a few of the elven dresses and tunics that she refused to try on. Trying to choose the ones that were similar to hers was seemingly difficult because of the vast difference.
The dress she wore was a stunning white which had some mysterious form of magic that repelled nature's wears. It only had one sleeve which was a trait Legolas had never seen on any dress before. The one sleeve was tight fitting and ended mid-forearm. The prince guessed her other arm was bare so she would possess more movement with her 'flinging arm' as he had grown to call it.
The dress fit tightly to her hips, making the curves of her breasts and sides very obvious. From there, the fabric loosened and flowed evenly and comfortably to her ankles, concealing her legs. Her shoes, white like the dress, also possessed the magic. They looked as if they were never worn; not even the sole's color changed to match that of the earth they walked on. The shoes, almost slipper-like, were made of a cloth material, covering her foot to almost an inch below her ankle bone.
He could see why she liked the dress. It make her look stunning and he was sure that she would captures elves eyes by her beauty if it weren't for the rumors around the palace about her. But the fact that she did not even glance at the dresses that were offered to her showed how much she didn't care for the elves' things.
After both horses were readied, Legolas turned to see her gliding down the palace steps, looking unsure of where she was heading.
Legolas walked her way, hoping she would spot him. As he walked closer, he noticed her eyes connect with his, but she pretended not to see him and continued wandering away.
"My lady?" Legolas asked, stopping, "do you not wish to know the way? It seems you wish to go on alone. May I suggest you head in the opposite direction?"
She stopped in her tracks when she realized he was speaking to her.
"Ah, my guide, I did not see you."
The prince looked at her, not amused the least. "I shall not be named your guide for I am not. You are merely making the journey with me."
She ignored his words and brushed past him. "This way I presume, guide?"
"May, we are riding. Go to the horses," he indicated the direction.
"Horse?" she asked, pausing and looking at the animals closely. "What odd looking beasts. . ."
Legolas walked past her and ran a hand across his horse's mane. "Beasts they are not, but beautiful creatures." He heard a snort from her as he mounted.
"I am not getting on that thing."
"Ay, stranger, you will. Or you will be left behind. If you need my assistance mounting your steed, I will help you."
"Help?" she laughed, "I-a Nak---I need help of an elf?"
He heard the name she had started to say accidentally, but she looked as though she were trying to cover it up. Knowing he would not get the answer if he voiced his question aloud, he too acted as though she did not say it. "Well, I thought you might prefer that over making a fool of yourself." He sat looking at her for a moment as the decision seemed to be raging through her mind. She did not answer so he made the decision for her. "Very well. I will be waiting for you at the gates just ahead. He whispered in elvish to his horse and said something to her horse as well as he rode past.
She stood there for a second and cursed because she could not use her powers on the creature, or hurt him for that matter. She clenched her fists as she thought how pleasing it would be to wring his neck. A bolt of lightning suddenly popped not even a foot beside her, causing her to jump and screech unladylike. Apologizing in her native language profusely, she levitated herself onto the white beast the elf had called a horse.
She adjusted until she found the most comfortable position possible-which was not very-and tried to think of how to make the thing go. Thinking of how the elf had, she scowled. She did not know any elvish or whatever the gibberish was they spoke here. How was she expected to follow?
'Perhaps the horse will understand more than one language on this planet,' she thought before saying. "Onward!"
The beast snorted and scuffed it's feet. "Forward! Follow! Go, you damned beast!" she yelled unsuccessfully, but the horse responded to her last words, although not how she wanted or expected. The horse reared up on its hind legs and neighed loudly. Because she had not been holding on, she screamed before tumbling to the ground.
~~~
Meanwhile, Legolas stood watching at the edge of the forest. He couldn't help but smile at how much difficulty the woman was having. He knew they must be heading out and did not want the woman in too fierce of a mood, so he sighed and admitted his fun was over. Letting the wind carry his voice, he spoke only loud enough for her horse to hear and disappeared into the trees.
~~~
She hit the ground, frustrated, with her fists and cursed once more in her native tongue. She wanted to murder that elf nice and slowly, yes, having him beg for death. Surprised there were no warning bolts, she stood up. The horse was back on all fours again and she neared it carefully, now knowing how threatening it could be.
But the creature would not let her near. As she approached it, it started walking toward the forest. She stopped and stared as the horse left her for the spot the elf told her to meet. It was then she remembered the words he spoke to the beast before departing.
"You have a cruel sense of humor, elf."
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A/N: Again I'm really sorry. Please review. The more reviews the quicker the post!
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Chapter Five
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Legolas snatched her arm. "Do not even thing about it," he muttered angrily from the corner of his mouth.
He turned his attention back to Elrond, but still kept a portion of his senses trained on her.
"It is decided that you will leave at dusk," Elrond finished.
"Dusk? Tonight?" Legolas asked. 'So much for a good night's rest.'
"Yes. Everything is prepared," he turned to the character beside Legolas. "Are you willing to speak any more on your orders?"
When she did not respond, Legolas started silently twisting the skin on the arm he held. She grimaced and answered, "No. That information will be reveled in due time."
"Very well. You are dismissed to ready yourselves."
Legolas bowed and puller her down as well then led her out of the room.
"Let go of me!" she hissed.
He gripped her tighter. "I do not trust you."
"Trust, smushed. You will never trust me!" Legolas allowed her to yank her arm away.
"That is for sure," he mumbled.
~~~
The Mirkwood prince was relieved to discover he was allowed leave to prepare for his trip back home. He entered his room to find a quiver of Rivendell crafted arrows lying on the bed. He smiled and silently thanked Elladan for his contribution.
He packed his clothing into his small travel pack and changed into a green tunic, leaving his dress outfits in the armoire.
Everything was prepared except for his horse which Elrond said his son had taken care of. Gathering his belongings, he opened the door to find a maid with a pile of clothes looking at him in awe.
*Prince Greenleaf,* she whispered, kneeling.
*What is the meaning of these?*
*They are for your companion. I have been sent to ask you to deliver them to her.* He nodded and reached out to take them, but she continued. *And see which fit appropriately.*
He paused, looking at her. *I will show you to her room.*
*Oh, no no, Prince of Mirkwood. No one but you can touch the maiden.*
*That is nonsense--*
*Forgive me, but I cannot.* She handed him the clothes and scurried off.
He glanced down at the pile in his arms which consisted of dresses and tunics. Sighing, he headed to her room.
The guards glanced at his load, but said nothing as he knocked and entered the room.
"My lady," he began, laying them on her bed. "I have been asked to have you try these on and choose those you prefer."
"No," she replied, not even turning to him.
"No? These are gifts. You will accept with honor."
"I will not degrade myself to your level," she explained, turning to him.
"Degrade?"
"Do you need a dictionary, Elfling?" she cooed.
"No, I am astonished you would see us as lower than you."
"Just because you are the highest race on your planet doesn't mean you are the highest period."
"Yes, I am aware of that, but if you want to help us, you have to learn to live with us and accept us."
She turned away and crossed her arms. "Leave me."
"Are you---?"
"No!" she barked. "Leave!"
Afraid that she may start using her powers, he took a step closer. Her ears were not sensitive enough and did not hear as he continued taking slow steps. Apparently, she thought he was still standing there because she whirled around and screamed at him.
"Why--"
He walked too close for when she turned their faces were less than an inch apart. She paused, stunned as she stared into his eyes. The moment was merely a few seconds long, but enough to make the young prince skeptical.
"What are you doing?" She took as step back and shoved him away. A shock spread from her touch throughout his body and he watched to effects as it did the same for her.
She stepped back further, her mouth agape and her eyes searching him. Legolas thought she almost looked frightened of him.
"Who-wha-how?" she stuttered before running past him. Legolas grabbed her arm and she screamed.
"Where are you going?" he asked, curious of her actions.
"Get away! Don't touch me!" Her voice was panicked and shaky.
"My lady?"
Her legs started to tremble and she twisted from his grip, taking a step toward the door. She didn't make it far, though. Her leg, no longer able to support her weight, collapsed and sent her falling to the floor. Legolas caught her before impact. She withered in this hold and he lowered her to the floor. Her shoulders shook violently as he noted the sobs escaping her throat.
"I cannot do this! You are mistaken. Please take me back!" she begged.
Legolas was nothing but confused, for he thought she was speaking to him. "Shh. . ." he whispered in her ear, trying to calm her. Her struggle slowly ceased and she buried her fast in his chest, seeking solitude and comfort. The elf tensed at first, then forced himself to relax slightly, but continued to feel uneasy.
The situation reminded him of when they first arrived in Rivendell and he had prevented her from harming Elrond. His tough seemed to sometimes trigger panic and fright in her. Doubt also, for in both situations she had cried out about someone being mistaken.
Her sobs continued and he held her uncomfortably, starting to hum a soft elvish tune to calm her.
His goal was reached soon enough for her sobs ceased and she fell limp in his arms after awhile, asleep. He gently picked her up and carried her to the bed. There, he laid her down, wiping the tear stains from her face and exiting the room to let her rest before they would leave.
The whole scene in her room was new to him. It wasn't that he had never had to put up with a crying maiden, only new that the maiden had sought him for comfort. He was inexperienced at trying to calm their worries and definitely had never had a maiden fall asleep in his arms before. He had no feelings for this woman in particular, but he had found himself pleasure in holding her. The emotions that started to rise within him were unfamiliar and he needed to busy himself to rid of them, especially if the two of them would be alone for days, maybe even weeks, without contact with others.
~~~
The guard reluctantly woke her a few hours later to prepare to depart. He informed Legolas that she was 'demanding and somewhat angry.' Thanking the guard, he headed to the stables to prepare her horse.
He took the liberty of packing a few of the elven dresses and tunics that she refused to try on. Trying to choose the ones that were similar to hers was seemingly difficult because of the vast difference.
The dress she wore was a stunning white which had some mysterious form of magic that repelled nature's wears. It only had one sleeve which was a trait Legolas had never seen on any dress before. The one sleeve was tight fitting and ended mid-forearm. The prince guessed her other arm was bare so she would possess more movement with her 'flinging arm' as he had grown to call it.
The dress fit tightly to her hips, making the curves of her breasts and sides very obvious. From there, the fabric loosened and flowed evenly and comfortably to her ankles, concealing her legs. Her shoes, white like the dress, also possessed the magic. They looked as if they were never worn; not even the sole's color changed to match that of the earth they walked on. The shoes, almost slipper-like, were made of a cloth material, covering her foot to almost an inch below her ankle bone.
He could see why she liked the dress. It make her look stunning and he was sure that she would captures elves eyes by her beauty if it weren't for the rumors around the palace about her. But the fact that she did not even glance at the dresses that were offered to her showed how much she didn't care for the elves' things.
After both horses were readied, Legolas turned to see her gliding down the palace steps, looking unsure of where she was heading.
Legolas walked her way, hoping she would spot him. As he walked closer, he noticed her eyes connect with his, but she pretended not to see him and continued wandering away.
"My lady?" Legolas asked, stopping, "do you not wish to know the way? It seems you wish to go on alone. May I suggest you head in the opposite direction?"
She stopped in her tracks when she realized he was speaking to her.
"Ah, my guide, I did not see you."
The prince looked at her, not amused the least. "I shall not be named your guide for I am not. You are merely making the journey with me."
She ignored his words and brushed past him. "This way I presume, guide?"
"May, we are riding. Go to the horses," he indicated the direction.
"Horse?" she asked, pausing and looking at the animals closely. "What odd looking beasts. . ."
Legolas walked past her and ran a hand across his horse's mane. "Beasts they are not, but beautiful creatures." He heard a snort from her as he mounted.
"I am not getting on that thing."
"Ay, stranger, you will. Or you will be left behind. If you need my assistance mounting your steed, I will help you."
"Help?" she laughed, "I-a Nak---I need help of an elf?"
He heard the name she had started to say accidentally, but she looked as though she were trying to cover it up. Knowing he would not get the answer if he voiced his question aloud, he too acted as though she did not say it. "Well, I thought you might prefer that over making a fool of yourself." He sat looking at her for a moment as the decision seemed to be raging through her mind. She did not answer so he made the decision for her. "Very well. I will be waiting for you at the gates just ahead. He whispered in elvish to his horse and said something to her horse as well as he rode past.
She stood there for a second and cursed because she could not use her powers on the creature, or hurt him for that matter. She clenched her fists as she thought how pleasing it would be to wring his neck. A bolt of lightning suddenly popped not even a foot beside her, causing her to jump and screech unladylike. Apologizing in her native language profusely, she levitated herself onto the white beast the elf had called a horse.
She adjusted until she found the most comfortable position possible-which was not very-and tried to think of how to make the thing go. Thinking of how the elf had, she scowled. She did not know any elvish or whatever the gibberish was they spoke here. How was she expected to follow?
'Perhaps the horse will understand more than one language on this planet,' she thought before saying. "Onward!"
The beast snorted and scuffed it's feet. "Forward! Follow! Go, you damned beast!" she yelled unsuccessfully, but the horse responded to her last words, although not how she wanted or expected. The horse reared up on its hind legs and neighed loudly. Because she had not been holding on, she screamed before tumbling to the ground.
~~~
Meanwhile, Legolas stood watching at the edge of the forest. He couldn't help but smile at how much difficulty the woman was having. He knew they must be heading out and did not want the woman in too fierce of a mood, so he sighed and admitted his fun was over. Letting the wind carry his voice, he spoke only loud enough for her horse to hear and disappeared into the trees.
~~~
She hit the ground, frustrated, with her fists and cursed once more in her native tongue. She wanted to murder that elf nice and slowly, yes, having him beg for death. Surprised there were no warning bolts, she stood up. The horse was back on all fours again and she neared it carefully, now knowing how threatening it could be.
But the creature would not let her near. As she approached it, it started walking toward the forest. She stopped and stared as the horse left her for the spot the elf told her to meet. It was then she remembered the words he spoke to the beast before departing.
"You have a cruel sense of humor, elf."
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A/N: Again I'm really sorry. Please review. The more reviews the quicker the post!
