icy878 [ argh Elrohir was being stupid... surprise surprise! some friend... huh? lol Elrohir is just argh! and double argh for you not minding Annacálë- lol she was pretty much put here to ruin her life... mwahahaha!!! and she's and evil Mary-Sue Elven princess with eyes that change color- hahaha]
Lilena [ Elrohir was being weird because of (dun dun dun!) Annacálë- alias Mary-Sue! dun dun dun ]
Melissa [ thanks! ]
Anilmathiel [ haha... I don't like her either... she is very devilish... she'll get worse though- much worse- mwahaha! ]
Well, I'm very bored- Canada in the summer isn't nearly as fun as Canada in the winter =( but here's the next update!
Thanks soo much for keeping up with me (sorry!)
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I hear some rustling in the distance and stand on top of the broad branch. There is a limb right above me that I can reach and I grab it, pull myself up, and sit on top of it.
"We are in dire need of finding her." I know they are talking about me. I am extremely tempted to shout down and ask 'why?' but I know it is because I have been sitting here for the past two days. I have not been eating anything, but that is because I am not hungry, nor have I been sleeping, for I am not tired- but I am getting quite thirsty.
"I do not believe she would be in these parts. What would a maiden such as her be doing in the forest?" a soft, very feminine voice murmurs.
"Annacálë, what are you trying to imply?" another soft voice responds, belonging to the first voice I heard.
"Oh!" she replies, sounding a little discomfited, "Legolas, I meant nothing offensive." I do not need to listen to this. But, my curiosity is aroused... I lean down just a little and watch as I listen, tremendously careful not to fall.
"I just meant, that, well, most maidens would not want to climb trees or anything of the sort," Annacálë adds softly, "Surely you have searched her home?" Legolas does not respond and I feel my heart jump a bit. I want to laugh and shout down at them, but I do not.
"Lady Canyaiel is not like other maidens, Princess Annacálë," Legolas responds, his face still like a stone.
Her white cheeks tinge a light, pale pink, "I meant no offence, Prince Legolas. Do forgive me," she pleads. 'No!' I want to shout before I will laugh in her face.
"Of course, my Lady, I meant not to insult you," he replies quickly as he takes her hand in his. I scowl and Legolas' head instantaneously perks up, "My Lady, did you hear that?"
She looks at him, with a curious look in her eyes- which were now green, "Hear what, my Lord?" Oh please, Elbereth, save me from them! I snap a lifeless twig from the tree as I sit carefully on the thick branch, making sure I do not fall by holding onto the rough bark of the tree.
"My Lady, surely you heard that?" She nods. I contemplate whether to throw the branch at her or find a rock and throw that at her instead when, unexpectedly, my slipper falls from my pointed foot and lands on her head. I curse under my breath but she falls to the ground, sprawled about on the green grass in an exaggeratedly staged position.
"Annacálë!" Legolas shouts, looking about frenetically. I am actually quite close to laughing.
Annacálë opens her eyes slowly, which are now dark brown, but leaves them partially closed, "Legolas? Is that you?"
"O Annacálë, please tell me that you are not wounded," Legolas replies softly before calling out, "Elrohir! Elladan!" Elrohir and Elladan enter the clearing, running, as if they were waiting for something to happen, almost as soon as Legolas had shouted.
"Oh! Annacálë, are you all right?"
"Annacálë, please be all right!"
Oh please, Elbereth! Surely I did nothing to deserve this madness? But, alas! She is moving- lamentably.
"I am so sorry," she says hastily, grasping Legolas' hand. He immediately pulls her up, but she falls back down. He picks her up carefully and leans her against a tree. This should be interesting.
"I am so sorry," she repeats, tears flowing from her eyes, which are now silver, "O! Alas, I just wanted to help you in your search to find the maiden!"
Tears fall freely from her eyes now and I almost feel sorry for her- not. In addition, I am 'Lady Canyaiel' or simply 'Canyaiel,' for no one has ever called me a meager maiden before- and if they had, they had not meant it to be discourteous, as 'Princess Annacálë' had.
"But I have just proved to be a burden!" she shouts before breaking down into irrepressible and so-loud-they-surely-must-be-forged sobs.
Elrohir kneels by her, "Fair Lady Annacálë! Do not fret! You have helped us in a way that no one else could! It is by no fault of yours that Maiden Canyaiel has run off, thoughtlessly! Do not fret," he murmurs, touching her curly, white-blond hair.
And I suppose I am the egotistical one? And suddenly I am 'Maiden Canyaiel,' as if that was my name? I scowl.
"Yes, fair lady," Elladan kneels by her, also, "We shall stop our search, for it has been in vain," he says, looking meaningfully at Legolas and Elrohir, "For Maiden Canyaiel is imprudent and ridiculous. We need not look for her any longer, for she is worthless."
Legolas holds out his hand for Annacálë to take, which she does cheerfully and avariciously, "But what shall we tell Lady Celebrían?"
Elladan smirks with a wicked looking smirk that I know only too well, "We shall tell her that we have received word that Maiden Canyaiel has run off to Taniquetil."
"Alas," Legolas shakes his majestic head, "If only she would and if only Lady Celebrían would believe that. But alas! She has not run away and the Lady would never trust it. She is too fond of the ridiculous maiden."
"We shall say that the fair Lady Annacálë has been injured and she had to be taken back to the city, for we fear greatly for her health, for it is the truth! Lady Annacálë, we must take you to the city where my father can heal you," Elrohir responds, as if he was someone magnificent and significant and as if she is about to fall over and die- which, sadly, she was not.
Annacálë stands up but swiftly falls back down, tears streaming from her grey eyes, "O!" Elrohir picks her up and carries her back toward the city with Elladan and Legolas following him like dogs in heat.
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After that, I sat there for a few hours, thinking about what they said. It is dark now. I climb down from the tree and pick up my blue slipper- which they had not even noticed. I shake my head and sigh then I walk around the forest. Surely there has to be a stream around here… and I, of course, walk straight into it. I can walk there for it is not deep, so it is not as bad as I thought it was when I first fell into it, I suppose. I walk out of it and kneel before it, making a cup with my hand so I can drink water- and it tastes so lovely and moistens my dry mouth. And, to be slightly more optimistic, I am now clean.
Suddenly, I realize how hungry I am. I have nothing, though. Now, more than ever, I wish that Arwen is here. But would she understand? Perhaps not, for her exquisiteness far surpassed any others- even Annacálë. She would care for and calm me, though, for she was as kind as she was attractive. I sigh- I am still hungry. Maybe, I can run home and gather all I need and start my life as a pariah. Yes, that would have to suffice.
I walk in the direction in which Elrohir had entered and find that I am right by Calwaiel's home. I walk there instead and knock on the door. The wooden door flies open.
"Canyaiel! It has been so long- the Lord and Lady are quite worried about you."
I smile back gloomily, "Alas, my own best friends are not." She closes the door behind me.
"Canyaiel, you look terrible, sit down." I gladly oblige and collapse into a supple, plush chair. She shoves a plate full of fruit and bread in front of me and I eat it all quickly, barely tasting the sweet fruit and plain bread as it fills my empty stomach.
Calwaiel sighs next to me, "I did not think that Elrohir would do such a thing." I nod quickly in agreement.
"Canyaiel," a harsh voice says in a very tender tone. It is Náro. "If you find me not too intrusive, may I ask what has driven you out of the city of Valmar? Though, fortunately, be it only two days."
I smile, Náro was being quite courteous, I look over at Calwaiel, who nods, "Elrohir threatened me and had injured me."
"Begging your pardon, but may I see?" I held out my left wrist to him, which had an unsightly looking purple bruise around my skinny wrist, apparent even in the muted candlelight.
He touches my hand gently and I wince and pull it back protectively.
"I believe you need to see Lord Elrond."
"Nonsense," I reply. Calwaiel and Náro exchanged looks, understanding and awareness deep in their eyes, almost as if they were exchanging pools of knowledge.
"You need to sleep," Calwaiel says, leading me to an upstairs room decorated in green. I did not take time to study the beautiful room, instead I collapse into the bed and fall asleep instantly.
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