Bleed for Me
By Siren
Hey guys! I might have to put 'Back Again' on hold for a little bit. Please forgive me! It's easy to update this story because I already have several chapters ready to upload. With 'Back Again' I have to write it chapter by chapter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After my 'mystery man' walked away, I sat there for a few minutes. I tried to process what just happened, but it didn't make sense. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to figure it out tonight, I stood up and went back to my room, which is where I am now. Sighing, I pick my gown up from the floor, fold it neatly, and put it on a dresser. I was still bummed that the party hadn't been as fun for me as I thought it would. I expected to at least dance a little. Maybe elves simply don't like humans at their banquets.
Thinking about that makes me wonder why Astaider and Hodoer didn't really hang out with me. Maybe they just didn't want to be seen with me. My stomach churns at that thought. The only person who really paid attention to me tonight was that guy. This only proves that I attract the strangest person. EEP! I shouldn't be rushing ahead of myself. I don't know if he's actually 'attracted' to me. I am feeling the need to slam my head into the wall right about now.
Oh well. I shrug, turn around, and bop my forehead on the wall. "Ow. Stupid cement wall!" Well, I have officially killed a few brain cells, knocked my brain around, and got myself dizzy. Mission accomplished. Not bothering to get changed, I crawl into the bed and close my eyes. Sleep is nice. And with sleep comes really weird dreams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yup, I was right.
I had a dream that I was running through Wal-Mart, squirting shampoo in people's faces while peeking at guys trying on clothes. (A.N.-Yes, this is a real dream I had. No more watching commercials before I go to bed.) Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by another beautiful morning. I really need to do something because I'm getting bored. Sighing, I get out of bed, change into a different shirt, and leave my room. Maybe I'll run into my 'mystery man' today.
Walking down the corridors, I hear the elves chatting about the banquet last night. Apparently it was a lot of fun for them. "Stupid elves," I mutter. I start to turn into a room when a voice rings out behind me.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't lord Elrond's human guest. Did you enjoy the banquet?"
Great, it's that bitch-elf from yesterday. I turn around, a smile plastered on my face. "It was great," I lie. She smiles coldly, and glances at her friends. "This, ladies, is lord Elrond's guest. She hails from Gondor apparently, though it still doesn't explain WHY she is a guest in these halls." I roll my eyes and force back a sigh. Some people are such asses. "I have traveled very far milady, and was injured in the process. Lord Elrond was kind and had allowed me to stay while I heal."
She lifts an eyebrow and looks me over. "You don't appear injured," she says skeptically. I cross my arms over my chest. "Looks can be deceiving, milady. Do you doubt lord Elrond's healing abilities?" I ask, turning the tables on her. She looks surprised for a moment but quickly regains her composure. "Of course not. Lord Elrond is a magnificent healer, possibly the best in all of Middle Earth." I take a step closer to her. "Than why do you doubt that he healed me?"
She opens her mouth, trying to think of a response. I smirk triumphantly, and see that her friends are looking at her expectantly. "Have a nice day milady," I say. I don't listen to her response and walk away.
Me: 1
Stupid she-elf: 0
I walk into the dining hall, grab a plate of food and sit down at a table. I keep my head bowed while I eat, not wanting to talk to anyone.
"Good morning Siren. Did you enjoy the banquet?"
Apparently I don't get what I want. "Oh it was probably enjoyable for the elves," I say with a hint of bitterness in my tone. I can't help it; I'm pissed off. I hear someone sit down next to me, and don't bother to look up. "Is something wrong?" Legolas asks. Rage rising... "Of course not. Everything is just perfect," I say and stab whatever it is I'm eating. Legolas slides a finger under my chin and turns my head to him. "You're angry," he mumbles with confusion in his eyes. Give the boy a freakin' prize!
I jerk away from his touch. "Now why would I be angry? Just because everyone ignored me last night and that bitch from yesterday had to bother me this morning is no reason for me to be angry! I hate this place and everyone in it! I want to go HOME!" I yell. Standing up I shove the chair away and start to storm off. I notice several elves staring at me with wide eyes and frown at them. "Haven't you ever seen a human have a hissy-fit before?" I growl. They quickly look away, somewhat embarrassed and baffled.
"Siren," Legolas calls. I ignore him, simply lifting a hand and raising the middle finger. "Screw you Blondie," I reply and walk away. I trudge down the corridors and head into town. Where did Astaider and Hodoer get their whiskey? The elves around me are sure to stay clear of me. Is it the scowl on my face or the negative energy I'm giving off? Please note the extreme sarcasm. I pass by Astaider and Hodoer's house, and for a moment I'm tempted to see if they're home.
Shaking my head, I continue walking. After a while I find myself on the boarders of the town and a field. I keep walking until the town is almost out of sight. Good. I don't want to look at happy elves anyway. The grass around me is tall, coming up to my waist. Letting out a sigh, I sit down and look up at the cloudless sky. I miss my home. Most of all I miss my friends and my family. How much time has passed in my world? Did they report my absence to the police yet?
I hear a whizzing sound, and look up to see an arrow fly over my head. I let out a yelp and flatten myself against the ground. After the arrow passes, I stand up and look around. "WHO THE HELL JUST SHOT THAT ARROW?" My gaze finally finds the culprit. Go figure, it's the guy from last night. He looks a bit surprised to see me, and I think it's safe to say that the feeling's mutual. "Are you blind or do you just not give a shit?" I demand, hands on my hips. He blinks and blushes a bit.
"Forgive me milady, I did not see you. Are you alright?" Oh God that voice is sexy. "Oh I'm fine except for the racing heart and the fact that you almost imbedded an arrow in my skull!" He walks over to me and as pathetic as this sounds, my pulse quickens a bit. He checks me over for wounds, and nods when he finds none. "I'm glad you're unharmed. Once again I apologize. You were hidden in the grass and I do not have the eyes of an elf." I smile a bit. "No, your's are prettier."
Oh good God in heaven, did I just say that? 'Prettier'? How lame is that? Ugh! Yeah, my flirting is really on the fritz. "I mean, it's okay. The only elf I know that would ever shoot at me is this really bitchy she- elf and I doubt she could even hold a bow." Not that I can either. I've never held a bow in my life. He grins, somewhat relieved that I'm talking to him and not beating the hell out of him. "Do you know how to use a bow milady?" he asks. I glance at the bow in his hands and lift an eyebrow. "Nope. And you can stop calling me 'milady'. My name is Siren."
"Siren. Interesting name. I'm Avarier, son of Aaron." An elvish name? "Avarier? Isn't that elvish for 'unwilling one'?" He grins and nods. "My mother loved the elvish language. She started calling me 'Avarier' because I was always unwilling to act like the other children my age." Ah, a loner. "I get that. I'm more immature than the kids my age. My mom is always like 'you're 16 now. Act your age!' But I never listen." He laughs and nods. "Precisely. It is nice to know that I am not the only unusual human around."
I smile and glance behind me. His arrow is rooted in a tree trunk and I walk over to it. "Nice shot," I say. He pulls it out with a grunt and slips it back into his quiver. "Diola lle," he replies in elvish. Thank God for those elvish web pages! "Lle creoso." He looks at me in surprise and smiles. "You speak elvish?" I shrug and turn around. "Only some stuff. I'm not fluent though." We start walking back to town, and I must say, my mood is definitely better.
"I did not see you at the banquet last night. Did you not attend?" I shrug. "I went but I got bored. No one talked to me or asked me to dance. I didn't even get to spike the drinks," I mumble. Remembering last night, I glance up at him. "Why did you do that last night?" I ask. He looks over me, eyes squinted. "Do what?" "Why did you ask me to keep singing?" He shrugs and turns back to the scenery. "You had a nice voice." "Really?" He nods and I blush a bit. This guy really knows how to flatter a girl.
"I bet that my voice wasn't so great when Astaider, Hodoer and I got drunk." Avarier laughs and shakes his head. "I heard about that. Tanya nae sai eina." (That was (very) funny.) "You may think so, but the hangover I got from it wasn't." He lets out a sigh and throws me a look of pity. "Poor child, did the evil ale make you ill?" I shove him lightly and laugh. "It's not funny! That hangover was really bad!" He chuckles, and I narrow my eyes.
Grabbing an arrow from his quiver, I hold it in front of me. "Laugh at me again and I'll shove this arrow up your ass," I threaten. He smiles and we stop walking. He leans down a bit so that we're only a few inches apart. "You would harm me with my own arrow?" he asks with a glint in his eye. God he smells good. "You bet I would," I reply with a grin. He smirks, pulls away and starts walking. "You wouldn't dare," he says smugly. I smile widely and hold up the arrow.
I walk up behind him, raise the arrow and jab him in the butt. He yelps and jumps a bit. I burst into laughter, watching him rub his sore butt and throwing me dirty looks. "You just poked me with an arrow!" he exclaims, pointing at me. I try to catch my breath and nod. "I told you so!" He glares at me, takes two strides towards me, and takes the arrow away. He presses one hand to the small of my back and I gulp. I could kiss him right now. I raise my chin, my heart pounding. This is it...
His free hand moves to my stomach...and tickles me without mercy. I snort and burst into another fit of giggles. My knees give out, but he keeps me standing. "Not...fair...! Avarier...quit it!" He ignores me and continues to tickle me relentlessly.
"So this is where our mortal companion was all day."
He stops tickling me, and I look up to see Astaider and Hodoer glancing at us in amusement. "Hey guys. This is Avarier. Avarier, the blonde is Astaider and the brunette is Hodoer." The two elves in front of me study him for a moment before scowling. "Aren't you the mortal that came from Gondor?" I blink and look up at him. Gondor? As in Aragorn's Gondor? Avarier's jaw clenches but he nods. "Yes, I hail from Gondor. I was sent here as a messenger." My eyes widened. So he knew Aragorn? Hodoer's eyes narrow and she takes a step towards us. Is it just me or did it suddenly get colder?
"Your friend here used to be one of King Aragorn's guards, but he was demoted."
Demoted? "Why?" I ask. Astaider steps in front of Avarier, looking him straight in the eye. "He attacked an elf," she answered coldly. I stare at her in shock and shake my head. "No way. Why would Aragorn send him to Rivendell if he did something like that?" They can't be right. Aside from Orcs, Uruk-Hai, goblins and other monsters who would attack an elf? "Avarier did not come here alone. Two of lord Aragorn's finest soldiers were sent with him as a precaution." I shake my head and turn to him. "They're wrong, aren't they? They have to be wrong."
He lowers his gaze away from Astaider. "Avarier?" He looks at me apologetically, and I know. I know he did it. "Why did you attack an elf?" I hear Hodoer snort behind me. "Why does it matter?" I ignore her, my eyes never leaving his. "Did the elf do something bad? Were you protecting someone?" I try to keep my voice steady, my eyes pleading for him to tell me. "Your friend is right, lady Siren. The reasons for my actions are of no importance." He glares at the two elves and turns to walk away. "Avarier, where are you going?"
"Back to Gondor," he answers, walking away.
I move to go after him, but Hodoer grabs my arm. "Leave him be," she says, her eyes never leaving his retreating form. "He has attacked one of our kind once already. He cannot be trusted." I pull away, but her grip is strong. "I'm sure he didn't mean to do it. And besides, I'm not an elf. He wouldn't hurt me." Astaider sighs and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Pity him, feel empathy for him, but never trust him. He is dangerous, Siren. To both elves and men. Promise us that you will not associate with him." I look up at the blonde, torn. "Please Siren."
Sighing, I give in. "Alright. I promise." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's nighttime now. I spent the day with Astaider and Hodoer, talking about the banquet. It turns out that they were bored too, and missed my company. Also, Hodoer spiked the punch and I missed quite a show. It seems that lord Elrond stood up in front of the crowd and announced that he would like the tailors to make him a pair of frilly pink panties. He just loved the color pink, or so he said. I laughed and gave Hodoer a high-five. I explained the concept to her, and she caught on quickly.
Now I'm walking down a corridor on the second level of the House of Elrond. One of the elves said that Legolas was in a study room, signing and reading documents. How boring. Seeing a soft light emitting from a room, I lean against the doorway and peek inside. Ah, there's the elf I was looking for. He's bent over a pile of papers, a quill in one hand and letter in the other. "Reading fan mail?" I ask with a grin. Legolas looks up for a moment, than returns to reading. "I'm reading a letter from the king of Gondor," he answers with no emotion in his voice. I guess he's still mad about my little outburst this morning.
"I'm sorry about this morning. I was just feeling left out." He still doesn't say anything, his eyes skimming over the page. (A.N.- I suggest playing 'Goodbye to You' by Michelle Branch, or anything with a soft melody with a guitar.) "Ah, the silent treatment. You know, mute people are the best at that," I say and walk over to the desk. He smirks but doesn't look up. At least I'm making progress. I pull up a chair, turn it around and sit on it backwards. "Am I forgiven yet or do I just have to keep babbling?" He puts the letter and quill down and looks over at me. "If forgiving you will spare me the agony of your babbling, than yes you are forgiven."
I grin brightly. "Yay for me. So, how was your day?" He sighs and massages his temples. "I must go to Gondor in two days. King Aragorn requests my presence." I sit up a bit, eyes wide. "Can I go?" He lifts an eyebrow. "Why?" I hold my hands together, prepared to drop to my knees to bed. " 'Cause I really, really, really wanna go. Please? Pretty please? I swear I'll behave! I promise to behave!" I cross my fingers when I say that last part. The elf laughs and shakes his head. "I'm afraid that you can't go with me. I'm going there because of business."
I kneel on the chair and pout. "So? I've never been to Middle Earth before and I really wanna see Gondor. I'll stay out of your way. I can even be serious about stuff." He chuckles. "Are you sure about that last part?" Not a chance. "Yeah. C'mon, PLEASE let me go with you." He still looks doubtful, so I go to my last resort:
Fake tears.
I stick out my bottom lip and tears well in my eyes. "Am I really so bad that you won't let me go with you? I mean, if you really think that I won't be able to behave than Hodoer and Astaider could go too. But if you don't want to even CONSIDER letting me go, than I guess I can't do anything to change that. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go now and sulk. Alone. About Gondor. Sulking. Alone. Sulking. Alone." I glance over at him, and he looks like he's about to burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, you weren't even going to say anything? You suck!" I say and stand up. He laughs and grabs my arm. "Fine, you can come with me. You'll most likely be very entertaining." I grin and start jumping up and down. "Really?" Soon he's jumping up and down too. "Yes really," he says through his laughter. "Yay! Oh my God, I have to tell Hodoer and Astaider! They are gonna be so excited!"
I turn around and start hopping down the corridors.
CRASH!
"What in the world...?!"
"I'M GOING TO GONDOR!"
"Good, I hope you stay there you ignorant mortal!"
"Bite me bitch! (laughs and hops away)"
Me: 2
Stupid She elf: -1
2 Be Continued
By Siren
Hey guys! I might have to put 'Back Again' on hold for a little bit. Please forgive me! It's easy to update this story because I already have several chapters ready to upload. With 'Back Again' I have to write it chapter by chapter. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After my 'mystery man' walked away, I sat there for a few minutes. I tried to process what just happened, but it didn't make sense. Knowing that I wouldn't be able to figure it out tonight, I stood up and went back to my room, which is where I am now. Sighing, I pick my gown up from the floor, fold it neatly, and put it on a dresser. I was still bummed that the party hadn't been as fun for me as I thought it would. I expected to at least dance a little. Maybe elves simply don't like humans at their banquets.
Thinking about that makes me wonder why Astaider and Hodoer didn't really hang out with me. Maybe they just didn't want to be seen with me. My stomach churns at that thought. The only person who really paid attention to me tonight was that guy. This only proves that I attract the strangest person. EEP! I shouldn't be rushing ahead of myself. I don't know if he's actually 'attracted' to me. I am feeling the need to slam my head into the wall right about now.
Oh well. I shrug, turn around, and bop my forehead on the wall. "Ow. Stupid cement wall!" Well, I have officially killed a few brain cells, knocked my brain around, and got myself dizzy. Mission accomplished. Not bothering to get changed, I crawl into the bed and close my eyes. Sleep is nice. And with sleep comes really weird dreams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yup, I was right.
I had a dream that I was running through Wal-Mart, squirting shampoo in people's faces while peeking at guys trying on clothes. (A.N.-Yes, this is a real dream I had. No more watching commercials before I go to bed.) Opening my eyes, I'm greeted by another beautiful morning. I really need to do something because I'm getting bored. Sighing, I get out of bed, change into a different shirt, and leave my room. Maybe I'll run into my 'mystery man' today.
Walking down the corridors, I hear the elves chatting about the banquet last night. Apparently it was a lot of fun for them. "Stupid elves," I mutter. I start to turn into a room when a voice rings out behind me.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't lord Elrond's human guest. Did you enjoy the banquet?"
Great, it's that bitch-elf from yesterday. I turn around, a smile plastered on my face. "It was great," I lie. She smiles coldly, and glances at her friends. "This, ladies, is lord Elrond's guest. She hails from Gondor apparently, though it still doesn't explain WHY she is a guest in these halls." I roll my eyes and force back a sigh. Some people are such asses. "I have traveled very far milady, and was injured in the process. Lord Elrond was kind and had allowed me to stay while I heal."
She lifts an eyebrow and looks me over. "You don't appear injured," she says skeptically. I cross my arms over my chest. "Looks can be deceiving, milady. Do you doubt lord Elrond's healing abilities?" I ask, turning the tables on her. She looks surprised for a moment but quickly regains her composure. "Of course not. Lord Elrond is a magnificent healer, possibly the best in all of Middle Earth." I take a step closer to her. "Than why do you doubt that he healed me?"
She opens her mouth, trying to think of a response. I smirk triumphantly, and see that her friends are looking at her expectantly. "Have a nice day milady," I say. I don't listen to her response and walk away.
Me: 1
Stupid she-elf: 0
I walk into the dining hall, grab a plate of food and sit down at a table. I keep my head bowed while I eat, not wanting to talk to anyone.
"Good morning Siren. Did you enjoy the banquet?"
Apparently I don't get what I want. "Oh it was probably enjoyable for the elves," I say with a hint of bitterness in my tone. I can't help it; I'm pissed off. I hear someone sit down next to me, and don't bother to look up. "Is something wrong?" Legolas asks. Rage rising... "Of course not. Everything is just perfect," I say and stab whatever it is I'm eating. Legolas slides a finger under my chin and turns my head to him. "You're angry," he mumbles with confusion in his eyes. Give the boy a freakin' prize!
I jerk away from his touch. "Now why would I be angry? Just because everyone ignored me last night and that bitch from yesterday had to bother me this morning is no reason for me to be angry! I hate this place and everyone in it! I want to go HOME!" I yell. Standing up I shove the chair away and start to storm off. I notice several elves staring at me with wide eyes and frown at them. "Haven't you ever seen a human have a hissy-fit before?" I growl. They quickly look away, somewhat embarrassed and baffled.
"Siren," Legolas calls. I ignore him, simply lifting a hand and raising the middle finger. "Screw you Blondie," I reply and walk away. I trudge down the corridors and head into town. Where did Astaider and Hodoer get their whiskey? The elves around me are sure to stay clear of me. Is it the scowl on my face or the negative energy I'm giving off? Please note the extreme sarcasm. I pass by Astaider and Hodoer's house, and for a moment I'm tempted to see if they're home.
Shaking my head, I continue walking. After a while I find myself on the boarders of the town and a field. I keep walking until the town is almost out of sight. Good. I don't want to look at happy elves anyway. The grass around me is tall, coming up to my waist. Letting out a sigh, I sit down and look up at the cloudless sky. I miss my home. Most of all I miss my friends and my family. How much time has passed in my world? Did they report my absence to the police yet?
I hear a whizzing sound, and look up to see an arrow fly over my head. I let out a yelp and flatten myself against the ground. After the arrow passes, I stand up and look around. "WHO THE HELL JUST SHOT THAT ARROW?" My gaze finally finds the culprit. Go figure, it's the guy from last night. He looks a bit surprised to see me, and I think it's safe to say that the feeling's mutual. "Are you blind or do you just not give a shit?" I demand, hands on my hips. He blinks and blushes a bit.
"Forgive me milady, I did not see you. Are you alright?" Oh God that voice is sexy. "Oh I'm fine except for the racing heart and the fact that you almost imbedded an arrow in my skull!" He walks over to me and as pathetic as this sounds, my pulse quickens a bit. He checks me over for wounds, and nods when he finds none. "I'm glad you're unharmed. Once again I apologize. You were hidden in the grass and I do not have the eyes of an elf." I smile a bit. "No, your's are prettier."
Oh good God in heaven, did I just say that? 'Prettier'? How lame is that? Ugh! Yeah, my flirting is really on the fritz. "I mean, it's okay. The only elf I know that would ever shoot at me is this really bitchy she- elf and I doubt she could even hold a bow." Not that I can either. I've never held a bow in my life. He grins, somewhat relieved that I'm talking to him and not beating the hell out of him. "Do you know how to use a bow milady?" he asks. I glance at the bow in his hands and lift an eyebrow. "Nope. And you can stop calling me 'milady'. My name is Siren."
"Siren. Interesting name. I'm Avarier, son of Aaron." An elvish name? "Avarier? Isn't that elvish for 'unwilling one'?" He grins and nods. "My mother loved the elvish language. She started calling me 'Avarier' because I was always unwilling to act like the other children my age." Ah, a loner. "I get that. I'm more immature than the kids my age. My mom is always like 'you're 16 now. Act your age!' But I never listen." He laughs and nods. "Precisely. It is nice to know that I am not the only unusual human around."
I smile and glance behind me. His arrow is rooted in a tree trunk and I walk over to it. "Nice shot," I say. He pulls it out with a grunt and slips it back into his quiver. "Diola lle," he replies in elvish. Thank God for those elvish web pages! "Lle creoso." He looks at me in surprise and smiles. "You speak elvish?" I shrug and turn around. "Only some stuff. I'm not fluent though." We start walking back to town, and I must say, my mood is definitely better.
"I did not see you at the banquet last night. Did you not attend?" I shrug. "I went but I got bored. No one talked to me or asked me to dance. I didn't even get to spike the drinks," I mumble. Remembering last night, I glance up at him. "Why did you do that last night?" I ask. He looks over me, eyes squinted. "Do what?" "Why did you ask me to keep singing?" He shrugs and turns back to the scenery. "You had a nice voice." "Really?" He nods and I blush a bit. This guy really knows how to flatter a girl.
"I bet that my voice wasn't so great when Astaider, Hodoer and I got drunk." Avarier laughs and shakes his head. "I heard about that. Tanya nae sai eina." (That was (very) funny.) "You may think so, but the hangover I got from it wasn't." He lets out a sigh and throws me a look of pity. "Poor child, did the evil ale make you ill?" I shove him lightly and laugh. "It's not funny! That hangover was really bad!" He chuckles, and I narrow my eyes.
Grabbing an arrow from his quiver, I hold it in front of me. "Laugh at me again and I'll shove this arrow up your ass," I threaten. He smiles and we stop walking. He leans down a bit so that we're only a few inches apart. "You would harm me with my own arrow?" he asks with a glint in his eye. God he smells good. "You bet I would," I reply with a grin. He smirks, pulls away and starts walking. "You wouldn't dare," he says smugly. I smile widely and hold up the arrow.
I walk up behind him, raise the arrow and jab him in the butt. He yelps and jumps a bit. I burst into laughter, watching him rub his sore butt and throwing me dirty looks. "You just poked me with an arrow!" he exclaims, pointing at me. I try to catch my breath and nod. "I told you so!" He glares at me, takes two strides towards me, and takes the arrow away. He presses one hand to the small of my back and I gulp. I could kiss him right now. I raise my chin, my heart pounding. This is it...
His free hand moves to my stomach...and tickles me without mercy. I snort and burst into another fit of giggles. My knees give out, but he keeps me standing. "Not...fair...! Avarier...quit it!" He ignores me and continues to tickle me relentlessly.
"So this is where our mortal companion was all day."
He stops tickling me, and I look up to see Astaider and Hodoer glancing at us in amusement. "Hey guys. This is Avarier. Avarier, the blonde is Astaider and the brunette is Hodoer." The two elves in front of me study him for a moment before scowling. "Aren't you the mortal that came from Gondor?" I blink and look up at him. Gondor? As in Aragorn's Gondor? Avarier's jaw clenches but he nods. "Yes, I hail from Gondor. I was sent here as a messenger." My eyes widened. So he knew Aragorn? Hodoer's eyes narrow and she takes a step towards us. Is it just me or did it suddenly get colder?
"Your friend here used to be one of King Aragorn's guards, but he was demoted."
Demoted? "Why?" I ask. Astaider steps in front of Avarier, looking him straight in the eye. "He attacked an elf," she answered coldly. I stare at her in shock and shake my head. "No way. Why would Aragorn send him to Rivendell if he did something like that?" They can't be right. Aside from Orcs, Uruk-Hai, goblins and other monsters who would attack an elf? "Avarier did not come here alone. Two of lord Aragorn's finest soldiers were sent with him as a precaution." I shake my head and turn to him. "They're wrong, aren't they? They have to be wrong."
He lowers his gaze away from Astaider. "Avarier?" He looks at me apologetically, and I know. I know he did it. "Why did you attack an elf?" I hear Hodoer snort behind me. "Why does it matter?" I ignore her, my eyes never leaving his. "Did the elf do something bad? Were you protecting someone?" I try to keep my voice steady, my eyes pleading for him to tell me. "Your friend is right, lady Siren. The reasons for my actions are of no importance." He glares at the two elves and turns to walk away. "Avarier, where are you going?"
"Back to Gondor," he answers, walking away.
I move to go after him, but Hodoer grabs my arm. "Leave him be," she says, her eyes never leaving his retreating form. "He has attacked one of our kind once already. He cannot be trusted." I pull away, but her grip is strong. "I'm sure he didn't mean to do it. And besides, I'm not an elf. He wouldn't hurt me." Astaider sighs and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Pity him, feel empathy for him, but never trust him. He is dangerous, Siren. To both elves and men. Promise us that you will not associate with him." I look up at the blonde, torn. "Please Siren."
Sighing, I give in. "Alright. I promise." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's nighttime now. I spent the day with Astaider and Hodoer, talking about the banquet. It turns out that they were bored too, and missed my company. Also, Hodoer spiked the punch and I missed quite a show. It seems that lord Elrond stood up in front of the crowd and announced that he would like the tailors to make him a pair of frilly pink panties. He just loved the color pink, or so he said. I laughed and gave Hodoer a high-five. I explained the concept to her, and she caught on quickly.
Now I'm walking down a corridor on the second level of the House of Elrond. One of the elves said that Legolas was in a study room, signing and reading documents. How boring. Seeing a soft light emitting from a room, I lean against the doorway and peek inside. Ah, there's the elf I was looking for. He's bent over a pile of papers, a quill in one hand and letter in the other. "Reading fan mail?" I ask with a grin. Legolas looks up for a moment, than returns to reading. "I'm reading a letter from the king of Gondor," he answers with no emotion in his voice. I guess he's still mad about my little outburst this morning.
"I'm sorry about this morning. I was just feeling left out." He still doesn't say anything, his eyes skimming over the page. (A.N.- I suggest playing 'Goodbye to You' by Michelle Branch, or anything with a soft melody with a guitar.) "Ah, the silent treatment. You know, mute people are the best at that," I say and walk over to the desk. He smirks but doesn't look up. At least I'm making progress. I pull up a chair, turn it around and sit on it backwards. "Am I forgiven yet or do I just have to keep babbling?" He puts the letter and quill down and looks over at me. "If forgiving you will spare me the agony of your babbling, than yes you are forgiven."
I grin brightly. "Yay for me. So, how was your day?" He sighs and massages his temples. "I must go to Gondor in two days. King Aragorn requests my presence." I sit up a bit, eyes wide. "Can I go?" He lifts an eyebrow. "Why?" I hold my hands together, prepared to drop to my knees to bed. " 'Cause I really, really, really wanna go. Please? Pretty please? I swear I'll behave! I promise to behave!" I cross my fingers when I say that last part. The elf laughs and shakes his head. "I'm afraid that you can't go with me. I'm going there because of business."
I kneel on the chair and pout. "So? I've never been to Middle Earth before and I really wanna see Gondor. I'll stay out of your way. I can even be serious about stuff." He chuckles. "Are you sure about that last part?" Not a chance. "Yeah. C'mon, PLEASE let me go with you." He still looks doubtful, so I go to my last resort:
Fake tears.
I stick out my bottom lip and tears well in my eyes. "Am I really so bad that you won't let me go with you? I mean, if you really think that I won't be able to behave than Hodoer and Astaider could go too. But if you don't want to even CONSIDER letting me go, than I guess I can't do anything to change that. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go now and sulk. Alone. About Gondor. Sulking. Alone. Sulking. Alone." I glance over at him, and he looks like he's about to burst out laughing.
"Oh my God, you weren't even going to say anything? You suck!" I say and stand up. He laughs and grabs my arm. "Fine, you can come with me. You'll most likely be very entertaining." I grin and start jumping up and down. "Really?" Soon he's jumping up and down too. "Yes really," he says through his laughter. "Yay! Oh my God, I have to tell Hodoer and Astaider! They are gonna be so excited!"
I turn around and start hopping down the corridors.
CRASH!
"What in the world...?!"
"I'M GOING TO GONDOR!"
"Good, I hope you stay there you ignorant mortal!"
"Bite me bitch! (laughs and hops away)"
Me: 2
Stupid She elf: -1
2 Be Continued