T/N: Aren't you happy? I didn't make you wait two months this time!
Mellon: Thanks for the review, mellon nin! I'm glad you liked it! I hope you like this one, too! There's a sunrise in it! ^_~ I bet you could tell from the chapter title.
Nikki: See? I didn't wait another two months. Happy now? ~*~ Of COURSE she was with a guy, this is ME we're talking about! Yes Danen – I picked the name out of Celtic myths cuz I thought it was a cool word that represented Elves well. Not sure if I spelled it right, though. -_- It is NOT a yogurt name! Lafi told me about how it reminded me of yogurt awhile ago. ~*~ We'll find out what Thranduil does eventually. He won't kill her, he'll punish her. I'm glad she's growing on you, sorta. That's what she's supposed to do so thank gawd ~*~ LoL- yeah, child-like. Ok. But he hasn't been exposed to much R-rated action yet. I'm not talking about sex, Nikki, & I don't expect him to get any in this story. You can make up your own fantasies without me.
Gabby-the-elf: Did I keep you waiting too long? Or is this soon enough? Thanks for being so. . . obsessive with my story! I hope this meets expectations.
I'm sorry, but you won't see any more of Thranduil yelling. Well, in this chapter at least. I figured you'd get the feeling of the story & of the main characters if you were as annoyed as them at not being able to witness the deafening of Calinuel & Danen.
Chapter 8
"Do you expect him to be nice?" Tavari asked as a huge blast of noise came from the door. "You and Legolas interrupted him."
"Prince Legolas did many times," Dorlinen stated with a shrug.
"I only interrupted him once," Randir scowled and glared at Legolas. "You ruin everything!"
"Wha-" Legolas tried to ask.
"First you slow use down," Randir began, "then you scream and faint in front of everyone, then you tell father about the prank, then you get us kicked out of Cal's room-"
"Well, I'll admit I did most of that," Legolas nodded, "but I didn't tell father anything!"
"Traitor and liar!"
"I didn't!"
"Well, you didn't mean to," Randir crossed his arms, "but you let something slip at dinner."
"I DID NOT!"
"It's true, Prince Randir," Dorlinen said quietly. "All he talked about at dinner was genealogy."
"He's right!" Legolas shouted. "I was talking about how weird it is that father, Cal, and I have golden hair and yours is dark brown!"
Randir stared stupidly at his brother for a minute, then laughed. "That's right! I remember, I just made it all up in my head earlier. Oh Legolas- hair?"
Legolas blushed slightly. "I was nervous," he mumbled.
"Well, now that that's settled," Randir said in a business tone, "we should go get those threads." He grinned as Legolas' eyes suddenly doubled in size.
"It's nearly sunrise," Tavari grumbled, "or maybe the sun has already risen while you were arguing about imagined stupidity and hair."
~*~
The sun hadn't risen by the time Randir and Tavari had climbed their favorite tree and looked to the horizon.
"Randir, the sun rises from the East," Tavari said, pointing. "That way."
"Oh, right."
They watched as the golden fruit of the tree Laurelin, the younger of the Two Trees of Valinor, was guided into the glowing sky by the mighty fire- maiden Arien. The clouds furthest east seemed to burst into a great yellow and orange flame as the sun glided farther from the shimmering horizon. Meadow grass waved, trees glistened and gleamed, and all that is pure and good rose and sang a glorious and happy song to greet the new day.
"That was boring," Tavari yawned. "It wasn't nearly as colorful as sunset. I don't know why I always wanted to see dawn break."
Randir's mouth was open and he was drooling slightly, but when Tavari called to him, he followed her down the tree and back into the palace.
~*~
Princess Calinuel was laying stomach-down on her bed, her face buried in one of her pillows, and sobbing quietly. She had done it now. Her father had yelled at her much louder than she had ever heard him yell at Randir – she should know, she watched happily in the corner every time. At least, every time since she was born. Maybe he had been in this much trouble.
Calinuel whimpered and mutely cursed herself. That was no consolation – she didn't want to be like Randir! He was reckless, stupid, and rarely got anything he wanted from Father. Knowing the wonderful life she knew was over, she sobbed louder. Suddenly Calinuel felt a hand on her shoulder.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERTED ORC!" she screamed. Realizing he might be the king, quickly she spun around. Seeing it was Danen, she glared. He gulped.
"Well," he said in a small voice, "I'll just be going then. . . May I go?"
"I clearly implied I never wanted to see you again, didn't I?"
"Um. . ." Danen racked his brain. "No?" Her glare somehow darkened. "Yes?"
"Then GET OUT!" she shrieked, pointing to the door and still holding her pillow tightly in her other arm.
Danen stood, bowed slightly, and walked stiffly out of the room. The young princess glared at the door long after he left before letting out a shuddering wail as she started to cry quietly again. She had no friends, no family, and the Elf she lost her sweet innocence to was leaving to join the border guard. Worse of all – she could have no social life at all until the banquet that celebrated her coming of age and the return of autumn. Calinuel wouldn't even be able to participate in the day's activities, or the whole week's celebrations, for that matter. She would only be able to show up for the feasts in the evenings – the rest of her meals would be served directly to her in her quarters.
Her worst nightmares had come true. Princess Calinuel would spend a week and two days with nobody doting over her, nobody flirting with her, nobody talking with her, nobody paying her even the slightest attention or caring at all about what she was doing. She would spend a week and two days utterly and completely alone.
She was already going mad.
T/N: That's it for today! Please review!
Mellon: Thanks for the review, mellon nin! I'm glad you liked it! I hope you like this one, too! There's a sunrise in it! ^_~ I bet you could tell from the chapter title.
Nikki: See? I didn't wait another two months. Happy now? ~*~ Of COURSE she was with a guy, this is ME we're talking about! Yes Danen – I picked the name out of Celtic myths cuz I thought it was a cool word that represented Elves well. Not sure if I spelled it right, though. -_- It is NOT a yogurt name! Lafi told me about how it reminded me of yogurt awhile ago. ~*~ We'll find out what Thranduil does eventually. He won't kill her, he'll punish her. I'm glad she's growing on you, sorta. That's what she's supposed to do so thank gawd ~*~ LoL- yeah, child-like. Ok. But he hasn't been exposed to much R-rated action yet. I'm not talking about sex, Nikki, & I don't expect him to get any in this story. You can make up your own fantasies without me.
Gabby-the-elf: Did I keep you waiting too long? Or is this soon enough? Thanks for being so. . . obsessive with my story! I hope this meets expectations.
I'm sorry, but you won't see any more of Thranduil yelling. Well, in this chapter at least. I figured you'd get the feeling of the story & of the main characters if you were as annoyed as them at not being able to witness the deafening of Calinuel & Danen.
Chapter 8
"Do you expect him to be nice?" Tavari asked as a huge blast of noise came from the door. "You and Legolas interrupted him."
"Prince Legolas did many times," Dorlinen stated with a shrug.
"I only interrupted him once," Randir scowled and glared at Legolas. "You ruin everything!"
"Wha-" Legolas tried to ask.
"First you slow use down," Randir began, "then you scream and faint in front of everyone, then you tell father about the prank, then you get us kicked out of Cal's room-"
"Well, I'll admit I did most of that," Legolas nodded, "but I didn't tell father anything!"
"Traitor and liar!"
"I didn't!"
"Well, you didn't mean to," Randir crossed his arms, "but you let something slip at dinner."
"I DID NOT!"
"It's true, Prince Randir," Dorlinen said quietly. "All he talked about at dinner was genealogy."
"He's right!" Legolas shouted. "I was talking about how weird it is that father, Cal, and I have golden hair and yours is dark brown!"
Randir stared stupidly at his brother for a minute, then laughed. "That's right! I remember, I just made it all up in my head earlier. Oh Legolas- hair?"
Legolas blushed slightly. "I was nervous," he mumbled.
"Well, now that that's settled," Randir said in a business tone, "we should go get those threads." He grinned as Legolas' eyes suddenly doubled in size.
"It's nearly sunrise," Tavari grumbled, "or maybe the sun has already risen while you were arguing about imagined stupidity and hair."
~*~
The sun hadn't risen by the time Randir and Tavari had climbed their favorite tree and looked to the horizon.
"Randir, the sun rises from the East," Tavari said, pointing. "That way."
"Oh, right."
They watched as the golden fruit of the tree Laurelin, the younger of the Two Trees of Valinor, was guided into the glowing sky by the mighty fire- maiden Arien. The clouds furthest east seemed to burst into a great yellow and orange flame as the sun glided farther from the shimmering horizon. Meadow grass waved, trees glistened and gleamed, and all that is pure and good rose and sang a glorious and happy song to greet the new day.
"That was boring," Tavari yawned. "It wasn't nearly as colorful as sunset. I don't know why I always wanted to see dawn break."
Randir's mouth was open and he was drooling slightly, but when Tavari called to him, he followed her down the tree and back into the palace.
~*~
Princess Calinuel was laying stomach-down on her bed, her face buried in one of her pillows, and sobbing quietly. She had done it now. Her father had yelled at her much louder than she had ever heard him yell at Randir – she should know, she watched happily in the corner every time. At least, every time since she was born. Maybe he had been in this much trouble.
Calinuel whimpered and mutely cursed herself. That was no consolation – she didn't want to be like Randir! He was reckless, stupid, and rarely got anything he wanted from Father. Knowing the wonderful life she knew was over, she sobbed louder. Suddenly Calinuel felt a hand on her shoulder.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERTED ORC!" she screamed. Realizing he might be the king, quickly she spun around. Seeing it was Danen, she glared. He gulped.
"Well," he said in a small voice, "I'll just be going then. . . May I go?"
"I clearly implied I never wanted to see you again, didn't I?"
"Um. . ." Danen racked his brain. "No?" Her glare somehow darkened. "Yes?"
"Then GET OUT!" she shrieked, pointing to the door and still holding her pillow tightly in her other arm.
Danen stood, bowed slightly, and walked stiffly out of the room. The young princess glared at the door long after he left before letting out a shuddering wail as she started to cry quietly again. She had no friends, no family, and the Elf she lost her sweet innocence to was leaving to join the border guard. Worse of all – she could have no social life at all until the banquet that celebrated her coming of age and the return of autumn. Calinuel wouldn't even be able to participate in the day's activities, or the whole week's celebrations, for that matter. She would only be able to show up for the feasts in the evenings – the rest of her meals would be served directly to her in her quarters.
Her worst nightmares had come true. Princess Calinuel would spend a week and two days with nobody doting over her, nobody flirting with her, nobody talking with her, nobody paying her even the slightest attention or caring at all about what she was doing. She would spend a week and two days utterly and completely alone.
She was already going mad.
T/N: That's it for today! Please review!