A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, they are greatly appreciated. I¡¯m sorry it¡¯s taken so long to update, but my summer holidays have been kinda packed. Anyway here it is, it¡¯s called the inevitable because you can¡¯t have a legomance without the characters meeting can you?
Chapter 3 ¨C The Inevitable
Legolas¡¯ POV
I like to walk outside at night under the innumerable stars. The fresh air is something many take for granted, I used to be one of the many, but after my experience in the Fellowship (the war was about 10 years ago), everything changed. I¡¯m no longer the young and foolish prince who chased women all around the palace, it¡¯s amazing how one can age so much in such a short period of time. However that isn¡¯t to say I¡¯ve given up the woman-hunt completely though (try picturing Leggie wiggling his eyebrows in a cheeky way then fall about laughing at the ridiculous mental image).
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, so here I am strolling aimlessly around the woods, taking in the¡ well, woody scent. My ears prickle at a sound. It actually takes me several moments to recognize the sound as singing because never in all my life, about 3000 years, have I heard singing like this before. It¡¯s horrendous. Well I suppose I am exaggerating a bit, it¡¯s mostly in tune even though some of the notes are a bit dodgy, but for someone (namely me) who has never heard less than perfect singing in his life before, it definitely sounds horrendous.
For some reason unfathomable to myself, I decide to seek out the source of this¡song¡if indeed you can call it a song. Its lyrics are rather peculiar too, not to mention depressing.
I¡¯m tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don¡¯t know what you¡¯re expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes¡
(A/N: This is track 13, Numb, on the Linkin Park album Meteora, the album is astounding, get it NOW!)
Nobody sings of anything that is even distantly related to depression in Mirkwood. Nobody. Yet, someone obviously is, my curiosity has just about reached exploding point. It isn¡¯t hard to locate the source of the singing, after all I am an elf. I stop at the bottom of a large weeping willow. The singing stops. This puzzles me, no elf sings like that, yet no human could possibly detect my presence because I had not made a sound. HUH?
Faith¡¯s POV
I decided to go for a night stroll, like I have done every single night for the past three bloody torturous years. So there I was singing one of my favorite songs (the more angst in it the better) when I sense someone at the bottom of my tree. Oh freakin¡¯ great. My last place where I can find a shred of comfort away from those nincompoops at the palace has been discovered. What else can I expect really? I got a bit carried away with the emotion in the song, and when I get carried away, I tend to get..er..loud.
I stop singing, well I can¡¯t really sing, but lets just call it singing for now, and jump down from my tree, might as well get this over and done with. If I¡¯m lucky I may find a new tree to weep in tonight, but then again, when have I ever been lucky???
Legolas¡¯ POV
A figure jumped out of the tree. If I had said ¡®flew¡¯ it may make it sound a bit more graceful, but it sure as hell wasn¡¯t a graceful jump. It landed with a thud that made me wince, you can¡¯t forget I have sensitive ears. It stood up.
Well one thing¡¯s for sure, this ¡®it¡¯ is a she, but everything else about her is confusing. I don¡¯t normally get confused, but this little missy in front of me has caused me more confusion than when Gimli tried to come on to me (I always knew that dwarf was gay). She¡¯s quite tall for a human, she¡¯s definitely not an elf, with a jump like that? Are you kidding me? Anyway, I¡¯d say she¡¯s about 5¡¯9. Her skin is a peculiar colour, sort of olive (A/N: she¡¯s half American, half Chinese. I have strong views against racism so I decided to put some other race in the story apart from white people, no offence against white people, but other races just don¡¯t get enough say these days), it¡¯s slightly darker than Aragorn¡¯s and he¡¯s spent his whole life traveling around Middle-Earth. Huh? Her hair is a jet black and unusually short (it¡¯s about shoulder-length, but in Mirkwood, that¡¯s unusually short for a female, not to mention a male). Her eyes are a dull brown and rather small, her lips are a nice rosebud shape but so is everyone¡¯s in Mirkwood. Unlike the women at the palace and even the servants I have seen and acquainted, she is not thin, she is slim but more curvy than stick-like. Everything about her is just¡. Wrong! (A/N: I hate reading about women with perfect bodies and a perfect face cos it¡¯s soooo BORING)
Oh and I haven¡¯t even mentioned her dress yet. I happen to know that servants (she must be a servant, what else would a human be doing in Mirkwood unless his name happens to be Aragorn and I doubt Aragorn has had a sex change, not when his wife is 4 months pregnant) are supplied with two plain gowns in the colour of their choice. Most servants chose white, and others chose light, ordinary pastel colours. Her dress, however, is black. It¡¯s unbelievable I never noticed her before.
She spoke.
¡®When you¡¯re done staring at me, your majesty¡¯
I jump. Her voice drips with sarcasm, like honeyed poison, but it¡¯s not the rudeness that surprises me most. It¡¯s the coldness of her words, colder than ice, and swimming in pain. It makes the points of my ears shiver.
Faith¡¯s POV
Oh fucking fantastic. Of all the people it could have been to find me singing horribly out of tune, it had to be the bloody prince himself. OK this bloody prince is seriously hot, any warm-blooded girl would think so, not at all like the gay looking male-versions-of-barbies that captured me. But I¡¯ve seen and felt more than enough to know that a seriously fit body won¡¯t save me from drowning. I decide to have a little fun, the rules say you must be polite to all those who¡¯s status is higher than yours. But whoever said I followed the rulebook is seriously unstable. Sometimes, I guess life does have a point. So I say in my most chilling voice,
¡®When you¡¯re done staring at me, your majesty¡¯
He jumps! The royal, noble, seriously sexy, mighty prince of Mirkwood jumps! I bite the inside of my cheeks so hard to stop laughing (that would definitely ruin the effects) that I draw blood, ah well, it¡¯s so definitely worth it.
And now for another little trick I use to freak people out. I empty my eyes of all emotion, it wasn¡¯t easy when I first did it, but there¡¯s nothing you can¡¯t achieve without practice. If you wanna know why I even bother trying to perfect a way of freaking people out, didn¡¯t you know I¡¯m psychotic? Anyway, so I empty my eyes of all emotion and they darken, it¡¯s amazing even if I do say so myself. They¡¯re no longer a dull ordinary brown, but almost black and so cold, it¡¯s enough to freak the most relaxed people. I draw more blood to stop myself laughing when I see his reaction.
Legolas¡¯ POV
She lowers her head in what I think is shame. Good, at least she has the decency to be ashamed. Then she looks up at me, straight at my eyes and I feel the blood freeze in my veins. Her eyes are no longer a dull brown, but they¡¯re so dark, almost black, and so cold. Lifeless and empty, like she has no soul. My eyes widen in shock and I can feel my jaw drop.
A slow smile, or rather smirk, fight its way onto her face, it seems as though she¡¯s been struggling with herself not to let it show.
¡®Goodnight to you, my prince¡¯
And with that, she runs off. Just like her jump, her running isn¡¯t graceful either, but she sure is fast. Now I¡¯m left standing alone in the middle of the woods and there is one thought echoing around my brain. WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED???
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