She had always tried to keep those thoughts far away from her
consciousness. Yes, the day her Mother died had thoroughly been pushed from
her mind every time it tried to enter. But the anger and resentment still
coursed through her veins. The men were easily defeated, yet this held no
pleasure for Elenya. They did not suffer as she now did. Ultimately,
Elenya found herself in an endless circle of hatred towards the race of
men, for the perpetrators were dead, and no justice could be served.
"Why such a heavy frown?" Elenya turned to see her Father standing, arms crossed and brow furrowed. She now sat within the confines of her small, rather ordinary house. Her family held no special status, thus her home was fairly simple and plain.
"Oh Father," Elenya rose from her sitting position to gently kiss his forehead, "You needn't worry about me!" She smiled, as if this small gesture would dismiss all other calculations the man had made in the past.
Her father shook his head and stared intimately at the ground. He did not move, so deep in thought he was. Suddenly, he grasped Elenya's hand.
"You and I must have a talk, and now seems a good of time as any." He seemed to hesitate before he went on. "Life has held no pleasure for me since your mother died," He spoke quickly, "and the sea calls to me. It will not be long before I depart these lands and am united again with the Lost. But I fear for you, Elenya. I see the ever approaching menace of Men, the menace that could very well be elves end. You have developed a mind that hates and fears that of Men, and it has been left unchecked for far too long. The cries of your heart echo in my ears and echo in the resounding wood of Mirkwood. You must learn to open yourself up, for when I leave these lands, you and your brother will be alone. I cannot bear to think that you will never let anyone else into your life. You have closed yourself off for long enough."
Elenya heard the words, for her father spoke clearly and passionately, yet they made no impact, did not hit the wall that surrounded her heart. So she did what she had been doing for the last two hundred years. She plastered a smile to her face and walked away.
She walked through her wooden door frame, out of her home, and ran. She ran through the wooded paths of Mirkwood, surrounded by the beauty of the trees, the greenery of it all. But she saw nothing. The trees in front of her were mere blades of grass in the distance, and she weaved in out of them effortlessly.
Elenya knew the words her father spoke were true, more than true, but accepting them was the difficult part. She had held onto the hatred for far too long to let it go now; it was such a vital part of her, it supported her as a neck supports its head.
Before Elenya could stop herself, her forehead met that of a rather thin tree trunk, and found herself face to face with the ground. A sharp pain ran through her back and she cursed out loud. The tree seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere. How could she have been so stupid? It was mid afternoon, full daylight, yet she had not seen it! Elenya rolled herself off her back and onto her stomach with a moan.
"Do not move! I am terribly sorry, Milady. I had not seen you. It seems our collision was rather mutual." The deep voice chuckled as if the situation was somehow amusing.
Elenya started. The small tree was not a tree after all! She had conveniently run head on into a relatively tall elf, whose face was now hidden by the glare of the sun. Perfect. Not a sound moment to herself! Not only was she practically paralyzed on the ground (for every movement sent a sharp pain up her spine), but this elf proceeded to mock her! No, she would not have it. In a relentless attempt to rid herself of him, she began to lift her head, then neck......Yes! She would be up in no time! But then there was that all too familiar sting. It seemed she would have to resign herself to her current position on the dirt floor.
The elf bent down and knelt beside her, and suddenly the glare was gone and his face was visible. And a beautiful face it was. But there was no misnomer about it. The arc of the eyebrows, the smirk of the lips, the furrow of the eyebrows all pointed to one thing and one thing alone. This man was royalty. Terrific.
He began to place his hands under her back as if to lift her. "You appear to have hit the ground quite hard. I am truly sorry!" And abruptly her legs were going upward and her neck being elevated.
"Release me! Release me at once!" She did not need anyone's help! Why did one always assume her helpless? Really! It wasn't as if she were sprawled on the ground dependently.
Alright, she was helpless.
But couldn't the elf just leave her alone? Didn't he have some sort of royal treasury meeting to attend? You know, where the whole lot of them got together and counted their golden coins?
The elf released her instantly. "I apologize, Milady. I did not mean to startle you. I was merely trying to carry you to the healers. You look as if you are in pain." He saw Elenya roll her eyes. "Unless, of course you plan on walking there yourself?" He stood up and looked down upon her critically. She straightened as much as possible without completely disgracing herself. What a site she must be to behold. Collapsed on the ground with no where to look but straight up into his damned eyes.
"Well, yes! If you must know, I do plan on walking there myself. I am self- sufficient, regardless of your other encounters with the opposite sex." She lifted her chin proudly.
"Then by all means," He smirked, "Be my guest." He backed away as if to allow room for her to stand. She did not move. How would she get out of this one with any honor left in her being?
He tilted his head to the side, and a knowing smile touched his lips. "Why, girl, have you not moved? Do you plan on lying there all day?" He crossed his arms.
Elenya's eyes widened. "Of course not. I am just," She searched for an excuse, "Enjoying the view. That's all." If she could have, she would have smacked herself right there and then.
"Ah, well, you can admire my face some other time. For now, I suggest getting up and going home. I do not wish to waste my day arguing with you."
"Then leave, will you not?"
"I cannot leave a young girl stranded in the middle of the woods!" He nearly screamed, "You will not permit me to"------ She cut him off.
"I am not a young girl!"
He continued as if no interruption had been made, "You will not permit me to carry you to the healers, yet you cannot move!" He sat down against a tree a few feet away and sighed heavily. After a few minutes he said, "My name is Legolas. What is yours?"
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"Why such a heavy frown?" Elenya turned to see her Father standing, arms crossed and brow furrowed. She now sat within the confines of her small, rather ordinary house. Her family held no special status, thus her home was fairly simple and plain.
"Oh Father," Elenya rose from her sitting position to gently kiss his forehead, "You needn't worry about me!" She smiled, as if this small gesture would dismiss all other calculations the man had made in the past.
Her father shook his head and stared intimately at the ground. He did not move, so deep in thought he was. Suddenly, he grasped Elenya's hand.
"You and I must have a talk, and now seems a good of time as any." He seemed to hesitate before he went on. "Life has held no pleasure for me since your mother died," He spoke quickly, "and the sea calls to me. It will not be long before I depart these lands and am united again with the Lost. But I fear for you, Elenya. I see the ever approaching menace of Men, the menace that could very well be elves end. You have developed a mind that hates and fears that of Men, and it has been left unchecked for far too long. The cries of your heart echo in my ears and echo in the resounding wood of Mirkwood. You must learn to open yourself up, for when I leave these lands, you and your brother will be alone. I cannot bear to think that you will never let anyone else into your life. You have closed yourself off for long enough."
Elenya heard the words, for her father spoke clearly and passionately, yet they made no impact, did not hit the wall that surrounded her heart. So she did what she had been doing for the last two hundred years. She plastered a smile to her face and walked away.
She walked through her wooden door frame, out of her home, and ran. She ran through the wooded paths of Mirkwood, surrounded by the beauty of the trees, the greenery of it all. But she saw nothing. The trees in front of her were mere blades of grass in the distance, and she weaved in out of them effortlessly.
Elenya knew the words her father spoke were true, more than true, but accepting them was the difficult part. She had held onto the hatred for far too long to let it go now; it was such a vital part of her, it supported her as a neck supports its head.
Before Elenya could stop herself, her forehead met that of a rather thin tree trunk, and found herself face to face with the ground. A sharp pain ran through her back and she cursed out loud. The tree seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere. How could she have been so stupid? It was mid afternoon, full daylight, yet she had not seen it! Elenya rolled herself off her back and onto her stomach with a moan.
"Do not move! I am terribly sorry, Milady. I had not seen you. It seems our collision was rather mutual." The deep voice chuckled as if the situation was somehow amusing.
Elenya started. The small tree was not a tree after all! She had conveniently run head on into a relatively tall elf, whose face was now hidden by the glare of the sun. Perfect. Not a sound moment to herself! Not only was she practically paralyzed on the ground (for every movement sent a sharp pain up her spine), but this elf proceeded to mock her! No, she would not have it. In a relentless attempt to rid herself of him, she began to lift her head, then neck......Yes! She would be up in no time! But then there was that all too familiar sting. It seemed she would have to resign herself to her current position on the dirt floor.
The elf bent down and knelt beside her, and suddenly the glare was gone and his face was visible. And a beautiful face it was. But there was no misnomer about it. The arc of the eyebrows, the smirk of the lips, the furrow of the eyebrows all pointed to one thing and one thing alone. This man was royalty. Terrific.
He began to place his hands under her back as if to lift her. "You appear to have hit the ground quite hard. I am truly sorry!" And abruptly her legs were going upward and her neck being elevated.
"Release me! Release me at once!" She did not need anyone's help! Why did one always assume her helpless? Really! It wasn't as if she were sprawled on the ground dependently.
Alright, she was helpless.
But couldn't the elf just leave her alone? Didn't he have some sort of royal treasury meeting to attend? You know, where the whole lot of them got together and counted their golden coins?
The elf released her instantly. "I apologize, Milady. I did not mean to startle you. I was merely trying to carry you to the healers. You look as if you are in pain." He saw Elenya roll her eyes. "Unless, of course you plan on walking there yourself?" He stood up and looked down upon her critically. She straightened as much as possible without completely disgracing herself. What a site she must be to behold. Collapsed on the ground with no where to look but straight up into his damned eyes.
"Well, yes! If you must know, I do plan on walking there myself. I am self- sufficient, regardless of your other encounters with the opposite sex." She lifted her chin proudly.
"Then by all means," He smirked, "Be my guest." He backed away as if to allow room for her to stand. She did not move. How would she get out of this one with any honor left in her being?
He tilted his head to the side, and a knowing smile touched his lips. "Why, girl, have you not moved? Do you plan on lying there all day?" He crossed his arms.
Elenya's eyes widened. "Of course not. I am just," She searched for an excuse, "Enjoying the view. That's all." If she could have, she would have smacked herself right there and then.
"Ah, well, you can admire my face some other time. For now, I suggest getting up and going home. I do not wish to waste my day arguing with you."
"Then leave, will you not?"
"I cannot leave a young girl stranded in the middle of the woods!" He nearly screamed, "You will not permit me to"------ She cut him off.
"I am not a young girl!"
He continued as if no interruption had been made, "You will not permit me to carry you to the healers, yet you cannot move!" He sat down against a tree a few feet away and sighed heavily. After a few minutes he said, "My name is Legolas. What is yours?"
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