Long blonde hair fell out of the back of his hood, cascading down over his
shoulders, a few strands drifting in the wind. Two neat braids, on either
side of his head, revealed his elfin-featured ears. He opened his mouth
slowly to utter words to the Prince.
"I am Celendil." the words rolling off of her soft tongue, like a soft summers' breeze.
The Hooded Rider was not a man but a she elf. The Prince's eyes widened, taking in the beauty of this elf. His bright blue eyes, the color of the midsummer's day sky, clashing with the warm orange eyes of the she-elf. He was overwhelmed, loosing himself in her gaze unaware that he had become limp, his arm lowering to his side, placing his sword into its sheath. Celendil, waking from her dream, realised what she had done. She took this chance to escape. She clenched her fist, still keeping her eyes locked with those of the Prince. Raising her arm quickly, she punched with full swing, hitting the Prince's jaw. The Prince literally knocked out of his pleasant enchanted daydream shook his head and held his jaw in surprise.
As soon as she had thrown the punch, Celendil turned and began to run towards her horse, which was on the other side of the meadow.
The Prince realising that he had already sheathed his sword cursed himself for being caught unaware. He watched as the figure of Celendil, who by now had a good head start on him, dashed across the meadow. Sighing, he sprinted after her, catching up to her quickly. Grabbing her by the arm, he swung her around to face him. Celendil turned unwillingly, meeting his eyes straight on, as she brought her hands up to his chest and pushed with great force. The Prince not ready for the attack went crashing to the ground. Determined not to let her escape again he held onto to her arm. The Prince fell down into the long grass landing on his back; Celendil closely followed landing on top of him.
"Let go of me!" she yelled into his face. Her eyebrows arched and her eyes full of flames. She tried to wriggle from his tight grip. Finally managing to break free from his grasp, she rolled off him, standing quickly as she attempted to run again, but the Prince acted quicker. He rolled on to his side, reaching quickly for her ankle. Gripping it, he pulled her back, face down, to the ground. He flipped her around so she was facing him, and then sat on her stomach, pinning her wrists to the grassy ground by her sides. She was now stuck there with no escape.
She stopped struggling, her only movement was the rising and falling of her chest, eyes darting around the surroundings, assessing her little situation that she had got her self into. She looked around and caught his gaze; looking deep into his eyes nearly loosing her self once more. Realising that she had been staring, she quickly started to fidget underneath the prince trying to break free from his strong grip. She was kicking nothing but air but the thought of trying to get out calmed her nerves. With the Prince sitting on her stomach and her wrists pinned to the ground she was well and truly stuck. She growled in anger at the elf Prince. Her eyebrows knitted and her cheeks crimson red.
"What do you intend to do to me now, Elf!" she growled angrily, not breaking eye contact other than the occasional blinking of her eyes. She sighed heavily, waiting for his reply.
"What were you doing in the gardens by the palace?" he said, questioning Celendil again. His eyes widened waiting for her to answer.
"Back on to that question again I see. Well, I already told you that one and it is none of your concern anyway! Now let go of me!!" she replied hesitantly at the beginning but delivered the lines with a scowl on her features. Her eyes beginning to squint in anger towards the elf who was still sitting on her and not looking as though he was going to move anytime soon.
"I'm not going to move until you tell me the real reason why you were in the palace gardens! I am also curious as to why you are trained in the blades and fighting skills!" his voice, deepening with his patience beginning to wear thin. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, in order for him to control his emotional state of anger. His eyes opened quickly hearing her take a breath.
"You will not get anything out of me boy! So I would just let me be on my way!" she yelled, lifting her head slightly, feeling the blades of grass push through her long blonde hair and onto the back of her neck, making her shiver all over. Her head still lifted off the ground, expecting to be set free from his strong grasp.
"I will not let you go. You will come back with me so my father can meet you and see what he thinks of you!" he reached for a rope that hung at his side on his belt grabbing it quickly, he grabbed her wrists again before she could try and escape. He rolled her around so that she was facing the grassy ground. He pulled her wrists together behind her back and tied them up. He got up off her back and pulled her up with him so they were both standing, meanwhile whistling a soft but high-pitched tune.
"What was that for? Or are you just trying to show off like you all do!" she looked at him with annoyance and confusion written across her face.
He looked into her eyes for a moment trying to figure out what that last comment was all about.
"Just wait and watch. and stay still!" his eyebrow rose at her. His eyes found hers once again they stayed in this paralyzed state until he heard the pounding of hooves and the neighs coming from his horse. A large Dun came from out of the woods closely followed by the Celendil's horse. The Dun biting the reins those of the black horse, leading him towards the Prince.
"O" she said with stunned eyes "Let go of my horse!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that. She has a mind of her own. Free spirit since she was a foal." He smiled at her and then turned to his horse. The Dun walked powerfully towards him, standing so close that he could feel the Dun's grassy breath on his cheek. He lifted his hand slowly and stroked her muzzle.
"You will ride my horse."
"And how do expect me to do that when my hands are tied behind my back!" she said with a large smirk and a glint in her eye.
He picked her up and threw her on to his horse.
"That is how you were to get up on to my horse!"
"Well you are not joining me on this horse so you will have to walk, because you will have to think twice before getting on my horse. For the last person who did ended up having two broken legs, one broken arm and a few shattered ribs. Not to mention unconscious for one fortnight." She looked down upon the Prince with a large grin. She was certain that he wouldn't try to go close to her horse. But she was totally wrong. He walked straight up to the black steed and stood to one side of him he stroked the shoulder of the horse, then up his neck around to his cheeks making small circles with his hands calming the horse and showing that he was no threat but a friend. The horse turned his head to the prince and stared into his eyes for a moment. The horse shook his head from one side to the other then looking directly in front. He jumped lightly on to the steeds back; stroking his neck he walked the horse forward until standing next to his own which Celendil now sat upon.
"You traitor! Of all the people I called you my friend!" she looked away in a huff.
"It is true that horses know who to trust and to call friends and to know who there enemies are."
"Well obviously this one does not, for you are in the wrong judge of character." she snorted glaring at her horse and then looked straight ahead.
The black steed walked a few steps backwards. Moving his head closer to the Dun he nipped her bum. The Dun squealed, rearing high and then jumping in the air with her back hooves 2 inches off the floor. Celendil, not being able to hold on to anything, went flying backwards, landing on the floor with a loud crack.
"Well you deserved that! You got a taste of your own medicine!" He chuckled lightly. "Come on, we are to get back to the palace."
"Ummmmffff!" She squirmed on the ground in pain. The Prince jumped down and landed gracefully on the grassy floor. Walking to her side he knelt down and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Are you alright Celendil?" The Prince asked in a concerned tone.
"I am Celendil." the words rolling off of her soft tongue, like a soft summers' breeze.
The Hooded Rider was not a man but a she elf. The Prince's eyes widened, taking in the beauty of this elf. His bright blue eyes, the color of the midsummer's day sky, clashing with the warm orange eyes of the she-elf. He was overwhelmed, loosing himself in her gaze unaware that he had become limp, his arm lowering to his side, placing his sword into its sheath. Celendil, waking from her dream, realised what she had done. She took this chance to escape. She clenched her fist, still keeping her eyes locked with those of the Prince. Raising her arm quickly, she punched with full swing, hitting the Prince's jaw. The Prince literally knocked out of his pleasant enchanted daydream shook his head and held his jaw in surprise.
As soon as she had thrown the punch, Celendil turned and began to run towards her horse, which was on the other side of the meadow.
The Prince realising that he had already sheathed his sword cursed himself for being caught unaware. He watched as the figure of Celendil, who by now had a good head start on him, dashed across the meadow. Sighing, he sprinted after her, catching up to her quickly. Grabbing her by the arm, he swung her around to face him. Celendil turned unwillingly, meeting his eyes straight on, as she brought her hands up to his chest and pushed with great force. The Prince not ready for the attack went crashing to the ground. Determined not to let her escape again he held onto to her arm. The Prince fell down into the long grass landing on his back; Celendil closely followed landing on top of him.
"Let go of me!" she yelled into his face. Her eyebrows arched and her eyes full of flames. She tried to wriggle from his tight grip. Finally managing to break free from his grasp, she rolled off him, standing quickly as she attempted to run again, but the Prince acted quicker. He rolled on to his side, reaching quickly for her ankle. Gripping it, he pulled her back, face down, to the ground. He flipped her around so she was facing him, and then sat on her stomach, pinning her wrists to the grassy ground by her sides. She was now stuck there with no escape.
She stopped struggling, her only movement was the rising and falling of her chest, eyes darting around the surroundings, assessing her little situation that she had got her self into. She looked around and caught his gaze; looking deep into his eyes nearly loosing her self once more. Realising that she had been staring, she quickly started to fidget underneath the prince trying to break free from his strong grip. She was kicking nothing but air but the thought of trying to get out calmed her nerves. With the Prince sitting on her stomach and her wrists pinned to the ground she was well and truly stuck. She growled in anger at the elf Prince. Her eyebrows knitted and her cheeks crimson red.
"What do you intend to do to me now, Elf!" she growled angrily, not breaking eye contact other than the occasional blinking of her eyes. She sighed heavily, waiting for his reply.
"What were you doing in the gardens by the palace?" he said, questioning Celendil again. His eyes widened waiting for her to answer.
"Back on to that question again I see. Well, I already told you that one and it is none of your concern anyway! Now let go of me!!" she replied hesitantly at the beginning but delivered the lines with a scowl on her features. Her eyes beginning to squint in anger towards the elf who was still sitting on her and not looking as though he was going to move anytime soon.
"I'm not going to move until you tell me the real reason why you were in the palace gardens! I am also curious as to why you are trained in the blades and fighting skills!" his voice, deepening with his patience beginning to wear thin. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath, in order for him to control his emotional state of anger. His eyes opened quickly hearing her take a breath.
"You will not get anything out of me boy! So I would just let me be on my way!" she yelled, lifting her head slightly, feeling the blades of grass push through her long blonde hair and onto the back of her neck, making her shiver all over. Her head still lifted off the ground, expecting to be set free from his strong grasp.
"I will not let you go. You will come back with me so my father can meet you and see what he thinks of you!" he reached for a rope that hung at his side on his belt grabbing it quickly, he grabbed her wrists again before she could try and escape. He rolled her around so that she was facing the grassy ground. He pulled her wrists together behind her back and tied them up. He got up off her back and pulled her up with him so they were both standing, meanwhile whistling a soft but high-pitched tune.
"What was that for? Or are you just trying to show off like you all do!" she looked at him with annoyance and confusion written across her face.
He looked into her eyes for a moment trying to figure out what that last comment was all about.
"Just wait and watch. and stay still!" his eyebrow rose at her. His eyes found hers once again they stayed in this paralyzed state until he heard the pounding of hooves and the neighs coming from his horse. A large Dun came from out of the woods closely followed by the Celendil's horse. The Dun biting the reins those of the black horse, leading him towards the Prince.
"O" she said with stunned eyes "Let go of my horse!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that. She has a mind of her own. Free spirit since she was a foal." He smiled at her and then turned to his horse. The Dun walked powerfully towards him, standing so close that he could feel the Dun's grassy breath on his cheek. He lifted his hand slowly and stroked her muzzle.
"You will ride my horse."
"And how do expect me to do that when my hands are tied behind my back!" she said with a large smirk and a glint in her eye.
He picked her up and threw her on to his horse.
"That is how you were to get up on to my horse!"
"Well you are not joining me on this horse so you will have to walk, because you will have to think twice before getting on my horse. For the last person who did ended up having two broken legs, one broken arm and a few shattered ribs. Not to mention unconscious for one fortnight." She looked down upon the Prince with a large grin. She was certain that he wouldn't try to go close to her horse. But she was totally wrong. He walked straight up to the black steed and stood to one side of him he stroked the shoulder of the horse, then up his neck around to his cheeks making small circles with his hands calming the horse and showing that he was no threat but a friend. The horse turned his head to the prince and stared into his eyes for a moment. The horse shook his head from one side to the other then looking directly in front. He jumped lightly on to the steeds back; stroking his neck he walked the horse forward until standing next to his own which Celendil now sat upon.
"You traitor! Of all the people I called you my friend!" she looked away in a huff.
"It is true that horses know who to trust and to call friends and to know who there enemies are."
"Well obviously this one does not, for you are in the wrong judge of character." she snorted glaring at her horse and then looked straight ahead.
The black steed walked a few steps backwards. Moving his head closer to the Dun he nipped her bum. The Dun squealed, rearing high and then jumping in the air with her back hooves 2 inches off the floor. Celendil, not being able to hold on to anything, went flying backwards, landing on the floor with a loud crack.
"Well you deserved that! You got a taste of your own medicine!" He chuckled lightly. "Come on, we are to get back to the palace."
"Ummmmffff!" She squirmed on the ground in pain. The Prince jumped down and landed gracefully on the grassy floor. Walking to her side he knelt down and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Are you alright Celendil?" The Prince asked in a concerned tone.