T/N: Ah, my first flame (for this story). It was bound to happen like it
did with my others! ^_^ Thanks for you input, I'll think about considering
to consider considering your advise.
Bekky: Well, Lafi cheats. She put in all of her nicknames & words in names (like her middle name & last name only) so she can have a million combinations to get the best name. She's such a cheater! ^_^ Well, JEEZ, I'm sorry. Do you honestly want the whole story to be about Thranduil eating blackberries? LoLz, actually, you might like that. . . sorry, but I know you, you would! ^_~ Luv ya! Thanks!
Chapter 5
Tavari hummed pleasantly as she finished the shading on the nose of a very handsome picture she had drawn of her dear Prince Randir. She placed it carefully on her pillow and fetched her bow and quiver. Notching and arrow, she aimed.
The door suddenly burst open behind her with no sign or warning and definitely no knock. Her elbow was bumped and her arrow missed its target, but still hit the figure in the sketch directly below the waist and perfectly between the legs.
"I meant to aim for an eye, but I think that suited my purposes far better. Thank you," Tavari turned to smile sweetly at the intruder, who as she expected, was Randir. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes were bigger than she'd ever seen them. 'He'd look cute if I wasn't so angry at him,' Tavari thought. She mentally shrugged. 'Oh well.'
Randir stood straight and tall and slowly closed his mouth. There was an awkward silence. Tavari smiled sweetly at Randir, and he stared terrified back.
"Good evening, my prince."
Randir opened his mouth to talk, but no sound came out.
"Are you well? It is very late to be wandering the palace in some pants and an untied robe."
"I am well." Randir squeaked.
Tavari rolled her eyes. This was ridiculous. "Randir, it's alright." She shrugged slightly. "You simply forgot." The last word had a slight edge that she honestly or at least thought she didn't mean to add.
"Yes?" Randir asked, confused as to what to say next. Why did she sound so nice?
Tavari glared. "What do you mean by that?"
"I forgot," Randir said a little more confidently, but she was glaring. She was angry. He gulped - he was such an idiot.
"Did you forget on purpose?" Tavari started to feel a little less angry and a bit more hurt.
"No!" Randir quickly defended himself. "Of course not! Nobody forgets on purpose! Unless, of course, they had a horrible ordeal and don't wish to remember it. Or, if someone told them something they don't want to know."
"Am I such torture?"
"Of course not!" Randir mentally punched himself. 'Shut up, you idiot!' Unfortunately, he didn't follow his advice. "I was just listing examples. Of when people forget on purpose. But I swear I didn't forget you on purpose! I was very busy."
"With what?"
"Uh. . ."
Now Tavari felt a sharp pain in her chest. Randir had always told her everything ever since she could remember. What had happened that made him distrust her so?
Randir could see her worry sketched on her fair face. "I was with Legolas all day. Well, and a new Elf named Dorlinen," he said quickly.
Tavari rolled her eyes. "You're lying. You've never spent a whole day with your little brother before. He's always reading or wandering around with his friends. And Dorlinen. . . there is no Elf named Dorlinen in Eryn Lasgalen."
"I'm not lying!" Randir almost shouted. "Legolas came up with a plan for Cal's birthday. And there is a Dorl in Eryn Lasgalen; Dorlinen, son of Lunin, of the Southern village Carilamn."
Tavari gasped. "Carilamn?" She shook her head. "But, I thought-"
"There were few survivors. Dorl, for his health, is very lucky."
Tavari nodded slowly and embraced the prince before looking up at him guiltily. "I'm sorry I shot your crotch."
Randir smiled and shrugged. "It was just a drawing. And a rather nice one, at that." He frowned. "Though I think you need to work on the head, it's rather lopsided-"
Tavari laughed and pushed him. "Yes, of course! I wanted it to look as realistic as possible!" She giggled and ducked from a playful nudge he aimed at her. She rolled over her bed and hid on the other side.
Randir grinned. "You're not going to insult me and get away with it that easily!" He tore the arrow and paper from her pillow and threw it at her. When it fell, he laughed to see her mouth full of feathers. She glared mockingly and threw another pillow at him. He easily dodged it, but couldn't dodge the flying Elf-maiden that suddenly landed in his arms. He fell backwards and laughed even harder. The prince tried to get back up, but Tavari giggled and somehow managed to keep him from his feet.
~*~
Legolas yawned and stretched. He sat up and looked around before angrily tossing himself back down again. Why did he just wake up? Was he trying to encourage Randir to get him killed? 'Lay down and sleep!'
Legolas did so, but couldn't sleep. He sighed and glanced out the window. The night was reaching its end. He groaned and pulled his blankets over his face. Randir would be in any minute now. Sighing and mumbling, he got up and decided that he might as well get ready.
~*~
Legolas was sitting on his bed and staring at his wall. He looked out the window and swore under his breath. Sunrise would be in a little less than an hour. What was Randir waiting for? Legolas went into the hall and silently strode to Randir's room. He wanted to get this over with. He opened the door.
"Dorl? Where's Randir?"
Dorlinen was curled comfortably in his many blankets and Randir was nowhere in sight. Legolas searched his rooms - they were empty. He shook Dorlinen.
"I s'ip brea-fas' to'ay, Moffer." Dorlinen slurred into his pillow. "Wa'e meh when eveyon's gegging' rea'y to leave for ffeh hunt. . ."
Legolas continued to shake him. Dorlinen frowned and grumbled something. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Yawning, he looked around.
"Where am I?"
"Um. . . Randir's room?"
Dorlinen frowned at him for a moment. "Oh! Prince Randir! Right." He squinted at Legolas. "Oh, goo' mornin' Prince Legolas." He yawned again. "Please take no offense, but what do you want?"
"Don't you remember what we were going to do tonight?"
Dorlinen frowned at Legolas, obviously very confused. His eyes suddenly widened and he got quickly out of his bed. "I'm sorry my prince, but I don't do that. . . with. . . only with women, I'm sorry. . ."
Legolas' eyes widened too when he realized what Dorlinen was thinking. "No, no, I didn't mean that! I meant, you and I, and Randir, were going to get spider threads tonight."
Dorlinen, once again, frowned. "Oh! For Princess Calinuel's hairbrush?"
"Yes!" Legolas nodded.
"Right," Dorlinen sighed and pulled on a shirt. He fetched his and Randir's bows and quivers and looked around, yet again frowning in confusion. "Where's Prince Randir?"
"I don't know," Legolas looked around as if the walls would tell him. They did. There was a necklace of flowers hanging on the wall. Tavari must have made it; Randir wouldn't know how to do that. "Tavari."
"Who?" Dorlinen asked.
"You haven't heard of Tavari?" Legolas asked, completely shocked. "She's been his best friend since they were tiny Elflings and they plan to marry as soon as possible."
"Why would he be with her now?"
"Just come on." Legolas led him into the hall.
T/N: Will they be able to get Randir in time! What the hell did I mean by that? Tune in next weekend! (& please try to review, no matter how painful you claim it is to do)
Bekky: Well, Lafi cheats. She put in all of her nicknames & words in names (like her middle name & last name only) so she can have a million combinations to get the best name. She's such a cheater! ^_^ Well, JEEZ, I'm sorry. Do you honestly want the whole story to be about Thranduil eating blackberries? LoLz, actually, you might like that. . . sorry, but I know you, you would! ^_~ Luv ya! Thanks!
Chapter 5
Tavari hummed pleasantly as she finished the shading on the nose of a very handsome picture she had drawn of her dear Prince Randir. She placed it carefully on her pillow and fetched her bow and quiver. Notching and arrow, she aimed.
The door suddenly burst open behind her with no sign or warning and definitely no knock. Her elbow was bumped and her arrow missed its target, but still hit the figure in the sketch directly below the waist and perfectly between the legs.
"I meant to aim for an eye, but I think that suited my purposes far better. Thank you," Tavari turned to smile sweetly at the intruder, who as she expected, was Randir. His mouth was slightly agape and his eyes were bigger than she'd ever seen them. 'He'd look cute if I wasn't so angry at him,' Tavari thought. She mentally shrugged. 'Oh well.'
Randir stood straight and tall and slowly closed his mouth. There was an awkward silence. Tavari smiled sweetly at Randir, and he stared terrified back.
"Good evening, my prince."
Randir opened his mouth to talk, but no sound came out.
"Are you well? It is very late to be wandering the palace in some pants and an untied robe."
"I am well." Randir squeaked.
Tavari rolled her eyes. This was ridiculous. "Randir, it's alright." She shrugged slightly. "You simply forgot." The last word had a slight edge that she honestly or at least thought she didn't mean to add.
"Yes?" Randir asked, confused as to what to say next. Why did she sound so nice?
Tavari glared. "What do you mean by that?"
"I forgot," Randir said a little more confidently, but she was glaring. She was angry. He gulped - he was such an idiot.
"Did you forget on purpose?" Tavari started to feel a little less angry and a bit more hurt.
"No!" Randir quickly defended himself. "Of course not! Nobody forgets on purpose! Unless, of course, they had a horrible ordeal and don't wish to remember it. Or, if someone told them something they don't want to know."
"Am I such torture?"
"Of course not!" Randir mentally punched himself. 'Shut up, you idiot!' Unfortunately, he didn't follow his advice. "I was just listing examples. Of when people forget on purpose. But I swear I didn't forget you on purpose! I was very busy."
"With what?"
"Uh. . ."
Now Tavari felt a sharp pain in her chest. Randir had always told her everything ever since she could remember. What had happened that made him distrust her so?
Randir could see her worry sketched on her fair face. "I was with Legolas all day. Well, and a new Elf named Dorlinen," he said quickly.
Tavari rolled her eyes. "You're lying. You've never spent a whole day with your little brother before. He's always reading or wandering around with his friends. And Dorlinen. . . there is no Elf named Dorlinen in Eryn Lasgalen."
"I'm not lying!" Randir almost shouted. "Legolas came up with a plan for Cal's birthday. And there is a Dorl in Eryn Lasgalen; Dorlinen, son of Lunin, of the Southern village Carilamn."
Tavari gasped. "Carilamn?" She shook her head. "But, I thought-"
"There were few survivors. Dorl, for his health, is very lucky."
Tavari nodded slowly and embraced the prince before looking up at him guiltily. "I'm sorry I shot your crotch."
Randir smiled and shrugged. "It was just a drawing. And a rather nice one, at that." He frowned. "Though I think you need to work on the head, it's rather lopsided-"
Tavari laughed and pushed him. "Yes, of course! I wanted it to look as realistic as possible!" She giggled and ducked from a playful nudge he aimed at her. She rolled over her bed and hid on the other side.
Randir grinned. "You're not going to insult me and get away with it that easily!" He tore the arrow and paper from her pillow and threw it at her. When it fell, he laughed to see her mouth full of feathers. She glared mockingly and threw another pillow at him. He easily dodged it, but couldn't dodge the flying Elf-maiden that suddenly landed in his arms. He fell backwards and laughed even harder. The prince tried to get back up, but Tavari giggled and somehow managed to keep him from his feet.
~*~
Legolas yawned and stretched. He sat up and looked around before angrily tossing himself back down again. Why did he just wake up? Was he trying to encourage Randir to get him killed? 'Lay down and sleep!'
Legolas did so, but couldn't sleep. He sighed and glanced out the window. The night was reaching its end. He groaned and pulled his blankets over his face. Randir would be in any minute now. Sighing and mumbling, he got up and decided that he might as well get ready.
~*~
Legolas was sitting on his bed and staring at his wall. He looked out the window and swore under his breath. Sunrise would be in a little less than an hour. What was Randir waiting for? Legolas went into the hall and silently strode to Randir's room. He wanted to get this over with. He opened the door.
"Dorl? Where's Randir?"
Dorlinen was curled comfortably in his many blankets and Randir was nowhere in sight. Legolas searched his rooms - they were empty. He shook Dorlinen.
"I s'ip brea-fas' to'ay, Moffer." Dorlinen slurred into his pillow. "Wa'e meh when eveyon's gegging' rea'y to leave for ffeh hunt. . ."
Legolas continued to shake him. Dorlinen frowned and grumbled something. He slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. Yawning, he looked around.
"Where am I?"
"Um. . . Randir's room?"
Dorlinen frowned at him for a moment. "Oh! Prince Randir! Right." He squinted at Legolas. "Oh, goo' mornin' Prince Legolas." He yawned again. "Please take no offense, but what do you want?"
"Don't you remember what we were going to do tonight?"
Dorlinen frowned at Legolas, obviously very confused. His eyes suddenly widened and he got quickly out of his bed. "I'm sorry my prince, but I don't do that. . . with. . . only with women, I'm sorry. . ."
Legolas' eyes widened too when he realized what Dorlinen was thinking. "No, no, I didn't mean that! I meant, you and I, and Randir, were going to get spider threads tonight."
Dorlinen, once again, frowned. "Oh! For Princess Calinuel's hairbrush?"
"Yes!" Legolas nodded.
"Right," Dorlinen sighed and pulled on a shirt. He fetched his and Randir's bows and quivers and looked around, yet again frowning in confusion. "Where's Prince Randir?"
"I don't know," Legolas looked around as if the walls would tell him. They did. There was a necklace of flowers hanging on the wall. Tavari must have made it; Randir wouldn't know how to do that. "Tavari."
"Who?" Dorlinen asked.
"You haven't heard of Tavari?" Legolas asked, completely shocked. "She's been his best friend since they were tiny Elflings and they plan to marry as soon as possible."
"Why would he be with her now?"
"Just come on." Legolas led him into the hall.
T/N: Will they be able to get Randir in time! What the hell did I mean by that? Tune in next weekend! (& please try to review, no matter how painful you claim it is to do)