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Chapter Six
Legolas let out a deep breath as he stood in the doorway looking at the form in the bed. "Vedui' Celendil."(Greetings) he said in an emotionless voice. Moving across the room, he took a seat on the stool that stood next to her bed.
She turned her head slowly and looked towards the prince.
"Vedui' edhe." (Greetings Elf.) she slowly looked up at him and then turned to look back up at the ceiling. "You never did answer any of my questions did you." she asked in a cold tone.
"What would you like to know, Pen-neth?" (Little one) he answered back to her in the same cold tone that she used, his expression never wavering, as his eyes searched hers furtively.
"What is your name?" she whispered as she continued to look at the ceiling, not giving away any emotions on her face. She was going to keep her emotions in check and wasn't about to throw away the years of training she went through just for a prince to look straight through her.
"My name is Legolas Greenleaf, the Prince of Mirkwood, you can probably guess who my atar is." he looked at her with a small smile on his lips. * Valor, do I always have to smile at her!! *
"Lle lakwenien?" (Are you joking?) she turned to stare at him with a blank expression on her face, but her eyes gave away her true emotions. They were turning a dangerous red, the colour of the lava that flows through Mount Doom!!
"N'uma, I am Legolas Greenleaf." he looked at her carefully, she had gone a shade of deathly white and her eyes were beginning to burn through him. "Mani naa ta?" (What is it?)
She took a shuddering breath and tried to calm her nerves but was failing miserably. "Aut!" (Go!) She kept her eye contact with her Prey that sat in front of her. Her eyes burned as if pure red flames where dancing around, but they were full of pure anger and hatred towards the prince. "Healer!" was the next thing she shouted.
"Why do you wish me to go and why are you so angry at me? What have I done to deserve such hateful eyes from you?" he asked confused as he sat up straight, pulling his shoulders back looking as if he could take on anything and everything, but, once again, he was shown otherwise by Celendil and her mysterious ways and thoughts.
"These eyes have good reason to hate you and your father. NOW GET OUT!!" she tried to climb out of bed, stumbling as pain rushed through her sides and sprained ankle, that still had not yet fully healed.
Legolas stood up, surprised. "You have no right to HATE my father or me. I have never seen you before in my life and if I did then, I obviously forgot you for a good reason, for you are a malicious cow!" he stood rigid in front of her wobbly body.
"And once again the pompous prince makes major mistakes about me and his own father. Doesn't that show how much you know about your father, or is it that you forgave him because we were insignificant to you all!?" she glared at him with her fire red eyes as she started to walk forward closing the gap between them. The air in the room became so thick that you could slice it with a butter knife.
He was about to open his mouth to put down her confidence with the worst comments that came to mind but she once again cut him off.
"Do you really have no idea what you and your father did to us all, or is it too long ago for your little mind to remember!" they both stared at each other eye to eye, a dark blue mixing with red.
"Well, why don't you enlighten me my lady or should I say wench!" he said, they where standing so close to one another that they could feel each other's breath upon their faces.
"Well here you go prince, here is a history lesson for you or didn't you take any of them seeing as though you can do as you like without condemning your self! You and your FATHER!" she spat his name out as though he was an orc! "Were the ones that condemned us all to death, to live our lives on the brink of evil and have no sleep for weeks on end, trying to stay alive not being able to eat the right food all the youngsters dying from lack of nutrients and starvation! That is the reason I hate you all so much!"
A bright light began to grow around Celendils' body as she stood there arguing with the Prince. Legolas stopped talking and took a step back, aghast at what was happening to her, he had never seen so much light come from one body other than Lady Galdadriel.
She spread her arms outstretched, as if trying to touch something with the tips of her fingers. They began to rise to waist height, then her body lifted of the ground. Her eyes were a burning red, her hair had turned white, and the gown that she wore had been a forest green, but was now silver.
By now she was floating in mid air, four foot of the floor. Cali who had been forgotten, found refuge under the bed, for she was all too familiar with what was about to happen. Celendil looked at Legolas, her hands began to glow, a red sparkling light she held like it was a normal ball to play with. She hesitated for a moment and then light turned a white sparkling crystal light. She threw it hard at Legolas, who tried to catch it but it passed through his hands and into his chest making him fly backwards hitting the wall with a load crash, the wall caving in were Legolas had hit.
He slid down the wall slowly to the floor; his legs sprawled out everywhere, and his chin laying on his chest unconscious. When she came back down to middle earth she had no cuts, no bruises, no pain, no nothing... she had healed herself. There came a startled gasp from the doorway, where the healer had turned up and had been watching the whole episode. He rushed over to where Legolas lay, checking to see if he had survived such a terrible blow to the back. Legolas slowly began to stir, opening his eyes, groggily saying that he was all right as he stood up, stretching slowly but surely you could hear his back crack. He walked over to where Celendil stood.
"Stay here and don't move. I will be back to talk to you later." he turned his back to Celendil and walked out of the room.
"Prince Legolas!" Hyden followed him out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. "Before you go, I need to speak with you. I know what just happened, but I must tell you this anyway."
"Go ahead Hyden." He looked at him square in the eyes. He was curious to find out what the hell she was and also wanted to find out what his father knew.
"When she was unconscious she screamed out every night calling for someone named Zandaria without fail. Who she is, I do not know." He looked at the prince with worry in his eyes. But at this time Legolas did not care.
"Why do you tell me this?"
"I wanted you to know what she was like and to give you something to find out, but you already have plenty to deal with by the look on your face." Hyden looked scared but continued on while looking beseechingly up at Legolas.
"Lle tela?" (Are you finished?)
"Amin naa tela." (I am finished.) As Legolas turned to walk out of the room, Hyden asked, "Manke daro lle cel?" (Where are you going?)
"To see my atar." (Father)
Well tell me what you think go on I need to know.
Chapter Six
Legolas let out a deep breath as he stood in the doorway looking at the form in the bed. "Vedui' Celendil."(Greetings) he said in an emotionless voice. Moving across the room, he took a seat on the stool that stood next to her bed.
She turned her head slowly and looked towards the prince.
"Vedui' edhe." (Greetings Elf.) she slowly looked up at him and then turned to look back up at the ceiling. "You never did answer any of my questions did you." she asked in a cold tone.
"What would you like to know, Pen-neth?" (Little one) he answered back to her in the same cold tone that she used, his expression never wavering, as his eyes searched hers furtively.
"What is your name?" she whispered as she continued to look at the ceiling, not giving away any emotions on her face. She was going to keep her emotions in check and wasn't about to throw away the years of training she went through just for a prince to look straight through her.
"My name is Legolas Greenleaf, the Prince of Mirkwood, you can probably guess who my atar is." he looked at her with a small smile on his lips. * Valor, do I always have to smile at her!! *
"Lle lakwenien?" (Are you joking?) she turned to stare at him with a blank expression on her face, but her eyes gave away her true emotions. They were turning a dangerous red, the colour of the lava that flows through Mount Doom!!
"N'uma, I am Legolas Greenleaf." he looked at her carefully, she had gone a shade of deathly white and her eyes were beginning to burn through him. "Mani naa ta?" (What is it?)
She took a shuddering breath and tried to calm her nerves but was failing miserably. "Aut!" (Go!) She kept her eye contact with her Prey that sat in front of her. Her eyes burned as if pure red flames where dancing around, but they were full of pure anger and hatred towards the prince. "Healer!" was the next thing she shouted.
"Why do you wish me to go and why are you so angry at me? What have I done to deserve such hateful eyes from you?" he asked confused as he sat up straight, pulling his shoulders back looking as if he could take on anything and everything, but, once again, he was shown otherwise by Celendil and her mysterious ways and thoughts.
"These eyes have good reason to hate you and your father. NOW GET OUT!!" she tried to climb out of bed, stumbling as pain rushed through her sides and sprained ankle, that still had not yet fully healed.
Legolas stood up, surprised. "You have no right to HATE my father or me. I have never seen you before in my life and if I did then, I obviously forgot you for a good reason, for you are a malicious cow!" he stood rigid in front of her wobbly body.
"And once again the pompous prince makes major mistakes about me and his own father. Doesn't that show how much you know about your father, or is it that you forgave him because we were insignificant to you all!?" she glared at him with her fire red eyes as she started to walk forward closing the gap between them. The air in the room became so thick that you could slice it with a butter knife.
He was about to open his mouth to put down her confidence with the worst comments that came to mind but she once again cut him off.
"Do you really have no idea what you and your father did to us all, or is it too long ago for your little mind to remember!" they both stared at each other eye to eye, a dark blue mixing with red.
"Well, why don't you enlighten me my lady or should I say wench!" he said, they where standing so close to one another that they could feel each other's breath upon their faces.
"Well here you go prince, here is a history lesson for you or didn't you take any of them seeing as though you can do as you like without condemning your self! You and your FATHER!" she spat his name out as though he was an orc! "Were the ones that condemned us all to death, to live our lives on the brink of evil and have no sleep for weeks on end, trying to stay alive not being able to eat the right food all the youngsters dying from lack of nutrients and starvation! That is the reason I hate you all so much!"
A bright light began to grow around Celendils' body as she stood there arguing with the Prince. Legolas stopped talking and took a step back, aghast at what was happening to her, he had never seen so much light come from one body other than Lady Galdadriel.
She spread her arms outstretched, as if trying to touch something with the tips of her fingers. They began to rise to waist height, then her body lifted of the ground. Her eyes were a burning red, her hair had turned white, and the gown that she wore had been a forest green, but was now silver.
By now she was floating in mid air, four foot of the floor. Cali who had been forgotten, found refuge under the bed, for she was all too familiar with what was about to happen. Celendil looked at Legolas, her hands began to glow, a red sparkling light she held like it was a normal ball to play with. She hesitated for a moment and then light turned a white sparkling crystal light. She threw it hard at Legolas, who tried to catch it but it passed through his hands and into his chest making him fly backwards hitting the wall with a load crash, the wall caving in were Legolas had hit.
He slid down the wall slowly to the floor; his legs sprawled out everywhere, and his chin laying on his chest unconscious. When she came back down to middle earth she had no cuts, no bruises, no pain, no nothing... she had healed herself. There came a startled gasp from the doorway, where the healer had turned up and had been watching the whole episode. He rushed over to where Legolas lay, checking to see if he had survived such a terrible blow to the back. Legolas slowly began to stir, opening his eyes, groggily saying that he was all right as he stood up, stretching slowly but surely you could hear his back crack. He walked over to where Celendil stood.
"Stay here and don't move. I will be back to talk to you later." he turned his back to Celendil and walked out of the room.
"Prince Legolas!" Hyden followed him out of the room, shutting the door quietly behind him. "Before you go, I need to speak with you. I know what just happened, but I must tell you this anyway."
"Go ahead Hyden." He looked at him square in the eyes. He was curious to find out what the hell she was and also wanted to find out what his father knew.
"When she was unconscious she screamed out every night calling for someone named Zandaria without fail. Who she is, I do not know." He looked at the prince with worry in his eyes. But at this time Legolas did not care.
"Why do you tell me this?"
"I wanted you to know what she was like and to give you something to find out, but you already have plenty to deal with by the look on your face." Hyden looked scared but continued on while looking beseechingly up at Legolas.
"Lle tela?" (Are you finished?)
"Amin naa tela." (I am finished.) As Legolas turned to walk out of the room, Hyden asked, "Manke daro lle cel?" (Where are you going?)
"To see my atar." (Father)
Well tell me what you think go on I need to know.