~~* Sadly. I am not the great Tolkien. * tear * I do own Eámanë though,
and this gorgeous stranger. Yes indeed.. he is mine! * grabs him and hold
on tight. * Wait till you see his description YUUUUUM!*~~
"Right then. Let me just. say goodbye." She sighed and looked around
the room. When would she see it again? After a few minutes, she got
up and followed him out the door.
"You'll see it again princess, don't worry. You have my word as an
elf, a warrior, and . a friend." He looked at her with sincerity. It
was like he could read her mind, and that both bothered and comforted
her.
"Now, let's just hope your word is as good as you claim." She said.
"Yes. Let's hope." He said looking at her with a sidelong glance.
Soon after, they arrived back in Bree. Mr. Butterbur met them at the
door. "What are you doing back dear? Did you change your mind on
staying with me?" he smiled hopefully winking at her.
"I wish Mr. Butterbur. Instead, I am going on an adventure." She
looked at Armolas, who was making a list of supplies, scribbling on a
note pad he had withdrawn from his cloak.
"Do you really trust that elf Eámanë?" Mr. Butterbur asked worriedly.
"I think I have to Mr. Butterbur. I really don't have a choice." She
watched Armolas from across the room. He had a very easy manner, and
he seemed to have a smile on his face all the time. His golden blonde
hair shone in the sunlight, and fluttered behind him as he dashed from
one end of the shop to the other.
"Just don't let yourself get swept away." Mr. Butterbur warned. "I
expect you'll be back here next year then?"
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away!" she promised. She kissed Mr.
Butterbur on the cheek before going to Armolas' side.
"You seem friendly enough with the staff." Armolas said stiffly. His
smile was just under the surface, but he looked angry, or. jealous.
"Aww. look, Armolas is jealous!" She squealed slightly, pinching his
cheeks. He blushed faintly and coughed.
"I am not. I was just noticing." He stammered, turning pinker.
Eámanë suppressed a giggle and followed him silently. After some time
had passed, Armolas sat down with a weary sigh.
"You've had 1350 years to prepare and you are just getting this stuff
together now?" Eámanë teased.
"Oh leave me alone." Armolas muttered. "I didn't see you helping
much."
"I tried, you told me to go sit down and have a pint." She smiled,
passing him a mug of brandy wine.
"I did?" he asked. When she nodded, he shrugged and slumped down in
his chair. "I don't remember saying that." He took a large swallow
and licked his lips. "Nothing better then Butterbur's Brandy wine."
He said putting the mug down.
"So will you tell me more about this journey we are about to embark on
now, or should I wait until it's over and then ask?" laughed Eámanë.
Armolas sighed the heavy sigh of an elf carrying the weight of the
world on his shoulders. He was thinking, and she took the time to
study her escort into the unknown.
His hair was the color of corn silk in summer, and it hung full and
thick to his sturdy waist. His eyes were ever startling, quick to
sparkle with mischief and devilment, but now they held a brooding
storm of pain and anger. His smooth skin held a glorious tan seldom
found on elves, and it enhanced his rugged appearance.
He certainly wasn't a typical elf. Most were barely there, just wispy
leaves on the breeze, but Armolas was buff and muscular under his
thinning brown and green traveler's clothes. He was still agile as a
cat, moving his body gracefully through any actions he made.
His delicate ears pointed sharply, much like her own. He had a regal
nose, and at the moment his mouth was a hard line. His lips were
soft, and lush, but pushed together in his attempt to maintain his
decorum. He sighed again, pulling her from her straying thoughts.
They had been leading her to wondering what it would be like to be
kissed by those lips.
"I will eventually tell you everything there is to know." He began.
"But they say the best place to start is the beginning." He turned
his eyes to meet hers, and that took her breath away. "By now, you
are all too familiar with the story of the One Ring of Power and how
the fellowship destroyed it." Eámanë nodded.
"Well, my twin brother was part of it. He is Legolas
Greenleaf." She gasped. She had heard of the strong, silent
elf that had been a vital part of the fellowship often. Armolas
continued.
"After it was over, I never saw him again. He had heard the call of
the sea, and he is out there with the dwarf Gimli, sailing on
adventures Middle Earth will never hear about. My family knows his
rich laugh will never again echo through Mirkwood, but there is a dire
need for me to bring something he knows back."
Already questions were forming in her mind, but she silenced them and
merely nodded again. He was still looking deeply into her eyes, but
it was as though he wasn't seeing her, but his brother.
"My purpose in finding you was more then just giving you those
messages. It is vital that you go to my brother as well. All you
need to get is one word."
"One word?"
"Just one. With that one word, we can unlock a sacred door and the
prophecy can be fulfilled at last."
"What prophecy?" Armolas's eyes glazed over. His voice came out in
frightening monotone as he recited from his memory.
"Right then. Let me just. say goodbye." She sighed and looked around
the room. When would she see it again? After a few minutes, she got
up and followed him out the door.
"You'll see it again princess, don't worry. You have my word as an
elf, a warrior, and . a friend." He looked at her with sincerity. It
was like he could read her mind, and that both bothered and comforted
her.
"Now, let's just hope your word is as good as you claim." She said.
"Yes. Let's hope." He said looking at her with a sidelong glance.
Soon after, they arrived back in Bree. Mr. Butterbur met them at the
door. "What are you doing back dear? Did you change your mind on
staying with me?" he smiled hopefully winking at her.
"I wish Mr. Butterbur. Instead, I am going on an adventure." She
looked at Armolas, who was making a list of supplies, scribbling on a
note pad he had withdrawn from his cloak.
"Do you really trust that elf Eámanë?" Mr. Butterbur asked worriedly.
"I think I have to Mr. Butterbur. I really don't have a choice." She
watched Armolas from across the room. He had a very easy manner, and
he seemed to have a smile on his face all the time. His golden blonde
hair shone in the sunlight, and fluttered behind him as he dashed from
one end of the shop to the other.
"Just don't let yourself get swept away." Mr. Butterbur warned. "I
expect you'll be back here next year then?"
"Wild horses couldn't keep me away!" she promised. She kissed Mr.
Butterbur on the cheek before going to Armolas' side.
"You seem friendly enough with the staff." Armolas said stiffly. His
smile was just under the surface, but he looked angry, or. jealous.
"Aww. look, Armolas is jealous!" She squealed slightly, pinching his
cheeks. He blushed faintly and coughed.
"I am not. I was just noticing." He stammered, turning pinker.
Eámanë suppressed a giggle and followed him silently. After some time
had passed, Armolas sat down with a weary sigh.
"You've had 1350 years to prepare and you are just getting this stuff
together now?" Eámanë teased.
"Oh leave me alone." Armolas muttered. "I didn't see you helping
much."
"I tried, you told me to go sit down and have a pint." She smiled,
passing him a mug of brandy wine.
"I did?" he asked. When she nodded, he shrugged and slumped down in
his chair. "I don't remember saying that." He took a large swallow
and licked his lips. "Nothing better then Butterbur's Brandy wine."
He said putting the mug down.
"So will you tell me more about this journey we are about to embark on
now, or should I wait until it's over and then ask?" laughed Eámanë.
Armolas sighed the heavy sigh of an elf carrying the weight of the
world on his shoulders. He was thinking, and she took the time to
study her escort into the unknown.
His hair was the color of corn silk in summer, and it hung full and
thick to his sturdy waist. His eyes were ever startling, quick to
sparkle with mischief and devilment, but now they held a brooding
storm of pain and anger. His smooth skin held a glorious tan seldom
found on elves, and it enhanced his rugged appearance.
He certainly wasn't a typical elf. Most were barely there, just wispy
leaves on the breeze, but Armolas was buff and muscular under his
thinning brown and green traveler's clothes. He was still agile as a
cat, moving his body gracefully through any actions he made.
His delicate ears pointed sharply, much like her own. He had a regal
nose, and at the moment his mouth was a hard line. His lips were
soft, and lush, but pushed together in his attempt to maintain his
decorum. He sighed again, pulling her from her straying thoughts.
They had been leading her to wondering what it would be like to be
kissed by those lips.
"I will eventually tell you everything there is to know." He began.
"But they say the best place to start is the beginning." He turned
his eyes to meet hers, and that took her breath away. "By now, you
are all too familiar with the story of the One Ring of Power and how
the fellowship destroyed it." Eámanë nodded.
"Well, my twin brother was part of it. He is Legolas
Greenleaf." She gasped. She had heard of the strong, silent
elf that had been a vital part of the fellowship often. Armolas
continued.
"After it was over, I never saw him again. He had heard the call of
the sea, and he is out there with the dwarf Gimli, sailing on
adventures Middle Earth will never hear about. My family knows his
rich laugh will never again echo through Mirkwood, but there is a dire
need for me to bring something he knows back."
Already questions were forming in her mind, but she silenced them and
merely nodded again. He was still looking deeply into her eyes, but
it was as though he wasn't seeing her, but his brother.
"My purpose in finding you was more then just giving you those
messages. It is vital that you go to my brother as well. All you
need to get is one word."
"One word?"
"Just one. With that one word, we can unlock a sacred door and the
prophecy can be fulfilled at last."
"What prophecy?" Armolas's eyes glazed over. His voice came out in
frightening monotone as he recited from his memory.
