This is not what I thought it might be, nor what some of you might expect.
This is the first part of what happened in English class when we were analyzing some part of Macbeth and I was reading some other part. The rest of what I wrote in that incredibly long fifty-three minutes is going to be the (now fourth) chapter of this piece. It'll be more Macbeth, a little conversation, and a refused offer to become a better Mary Sue.
This one... well, review it, because I'm not quite sure how well it went.
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On the hike to Rivendell, there is little conversation between the elf and the human. What little there is, is quickly cut short by disinterest on one side and confusion on the other.
After the ill-fated humming incident, Maria begins thinking of quotes, just for the heck. What else would her mind be doing?
Without intending to, she murmurs a particularly appropriate one under her breath. "...I had else been perfect, /Whole as the marble, founded as the rock- "
Legolas is confused. "What's wrong?"
"Huh? Oh, it's Shakespeare."
"Your husband, Anaheit?"
That amuses her. "In some ways. What's the name of your king?"
"Elrond."
"Great name. Great man?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful. I hate those."
The march goes on. Legolas is trying to understand this... person. She has appeared out of nowhere, been addressed by a godly being interested in her welfare, and now she apparently (thank heavens; Elrond was _still_ trying to find Aragorn's friend a bride) had a husband. Even Rafael, intelligent and well versed in the fighting skills as he was, might have trouble with this one.
Behind him on the trail, he heard the sound of a near-trip and some interesting bits of invective.
"Bloody root! Descended from a long tradition of flat-eared house elves with digestive problems, may you be the mate of a lecherous dwarf and dug up by irritable orcs! May you be eaten by deer and be multiply baptized by teenage elven rituals." (Anyone who didn't catch that can email me. Or grow a sick mind like the one I have. Whichever.)
At the last, Legolas's brows rose. How did she know about that? He paused and turned to face her. "Excuse me?"
*He heard that?* Kate turned a color that resembled something between a blush and a gargle. "Pardon?"
He's an _elf,_ they have sensibilities. "Ah, the last of your... rather creative insults to the tree-"
*He _can't_ be upset I cussed out a tree.* She is looking at one of the most unrevealing expressions she has ever seen. *Almost V-* Not going there. *Can he?*
*Do I have to spell this out for her? Mary Sues are normally brighter than this. Maybe she's playing shy.* "The... " how to phrase it? "informal coming of age ceremony." There.
*The... he thought I was serious. Sigh. Apparently _all_ people with ears are highly oblivious, no matter what species they think they are.* "All societies are the same, in essence."
"Ah."
"Mm-hmm."
Legolas turns and resumes walking.
Maria rolls her eyes and daydreams about Guillermo, the reason that she is only marginally aware of her marvelous view of Legolas's ass.
~*~
Through the trees, Legolas can hear the lilting strains of an elf-harp, and speeds his pace.
Behind him, Anaheit emerges from her daydreams and catches up to him. "What- " She hears it. "Oh."
Somehow, the forest light begins to glow a ;little more brightly, the sun to give off a bit more radiance. There is a sound of a stream nearby, and more of the harp's melody reaches (two sets) of appreciative ears. It weaves a delicate, thready melody, singing softly to itself in the dreamlike scene.
Anaheit rolls her eyes.
~*~
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There may be more interval. There may be more story. And there will always be more poetry. So go review some of it!
This is the first part of what happened in English class when we were analyzing some part of Macbeth and I was reading some other part. The rest of what I wrote in that incredibly long fifty-three minutes is going to be the (now fourth) chapter of this piece. It'll be more Macbeth, a little conversation, and a refused offer to become a better Mary Sue.
This one... well, review it, because I'm not quite sure how well it went.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On the hike to Rivendell, there is little conversation between the elf and the human. What little there is, is quickly cut short by disinterest on one side and confusion on the other.
After the ill-fated humming incident, Maria begins thinking of quotes, just for the heck. What else would her mind be doing?
Without intending to, she murmurs a particularly appropriate one under her breath. "...I had else been perfect, /Whole as the marble, founded as the rock- "
Legolas is confused. "What's wrong?"
"Huh? Oh, it's Shakespeare."
"Your husband, Anaheit?"
That amuses her. "In some ways. What's the name of your king?"
"Elrond."
"Great name. Great man?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful. I hate those."
The march goes on. Legolas is trying to understand this... person. She has appeared out of nowhere, been addressed by a godly being interested in her welfare, and now she apparently (thank heavens; Elrond was _still_ trying to find Aragorn's friend a bride) had a husband. Even Rafael, intelligent and well versed in the fighting skills as he was, might have trouble with this one.
Behind him on the trail, he heard the sound of a near-trip and some interesting bits of invective.
"Bloody root! Descended from a long tradition of flat-eared house elves with digestive problems, may you be the mate of a lecherous dwarf and dug up by irritable orcs! May you be eaten by deer and be multiply baptized by teenage elven rituals." (Anyone who didn't catch that can email me. Or grow a sick mind like the one I have. Whichever.)
At the last, Legolas's brows rose. How did she know about that? He paused and turned to face her. "Excuse me?"
*He heard that?* Kate turned a color that resembled something between a blush and a gargle. "Pardon?"
He's an _elf,_ they have sensibilities. "Ah, the last of your... rather creative insults to the tree-"
*He _can't_ be upset I cussed out a tree.* She is looking at one of the most unrevealing expressions she has ever seen. *Almost V-* Not going there. *Can he?*
*Do I have to spell this out for her? Mary Sues are normally brighter than this. Maybe she's playing shy.* "The... " how to phrase it? "informal coming of age ceremony." There.
*The... he thought I was serious. Sigh. Apparently _all_ people with ears are highly oblivious, no matter what species they think they are.* "All societies are the same, in essence."
"Ah."
"Mm-hmm."
Legolas turns and resumes walking.
Maria rolls her eyes and daydreams about Guillermo, the reason that she is only marginally aware of her marvelous view of Legolas's ass.
~*~
Through the trees, Legolas can hear the lilting strains of an elf-harp, and speeds his pace.
Behind him, Anaheit emerges from her daydreams and catches up to him. "What- " She hears it. "Oh."
Somehow, the forest light begins to glow a ;little more brightly, the sun to give off a bit more radiance. There is a sound of a stream nearby, and more of the harp's melody reaches (two sets) of appreciative ears. It weaves a delicate, thready melody, singing softly to itself in the dreamlike scene.
Anaheit rolls her eyes.
~*~
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There may be more interval. There may be more story. And there will always be more poetry. So go review some of it!