Interlude
"I do feel that there is something rather odd about Lady Bryn, Davariel," Legolas mused as he removed his cloak and placed it on a nearby stand.
Davariel raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. He had not spent enough time with her to adequately make such judgments, but Legolas' opinions were not something he often took lightly so he believed that the observation deserved some merit.
"How so, my friend?" He replied as he sank himself into a plush leather chair. "In the short time I spent with her I found nothing particularly disagreeable. Strange looking for a human though."
"There is something about her manner that is puzzling me most."
"What about your own manner, my friend," He smirked. "Perhaps it is your taunting that makes her act so. You do love to provoke her. You are quite devious in your antics and it has been long since I have seen you act in such a manner."
Legolas smirked as memories of his mischievous days as a young elf, cunning in his games, filled his memory. But the smile soon fell as the present invaded his thoughts, reminding him of the strange mystery that plagues him in the form of a young woman named Bryn.
"I only act as such to play her at her own game. I see it as the only way to get her to trip herself up, to reveal something that perhaps she didn't originally intend. It was only this afternoon that she insisted that she hailed from Mordor! And those Uruk Hai that attacked us were particularly interested in her."
Davariel's thick eyebrows shot up to the top of his forehead in surprise. He sat with his head perched in his palm, observing the blonde prince curiously. Legolas had always been one for wanting to solve the mysteries of the world, perhaps from that stemmed his love of travel, but this particular mystery had him completely captivated. His face was clouded in concentration and his eyes glazed as he tried to fit together the meagre pieces of the puzzle at his disposal.
"Did she?" Davariel asked. "That is odd."
From the moment Legolas had met Bryn in the hall he knew that there was something strange about her. Her unusual mannerisms, Her footwear, then there was her extraordinary speed and strength in battle. Even the way she moved was alien to him. And who is William Bloody Shakespeare?
Having been out for a night of, what Wilthov had dubbed, 'larks and frivolity', Legolas had returned to the guest room in a riled up state due to the elven wine he had had and also the loud company which he had drank it. He was merely trying to have a little fun with her that night they had met, but it seemed that she was a little more temperamental than he had first anticipated. It was this first encounter that had started the war of wits between them. He thought that he could use this war as a way of learning more about her. Ruffle her feathers and get her flustered and careless, revealing more pieces of this strange puzzle. He knew that this was not such a good way to treat a lady, but it was his only tool. No one was willing to reveal anything, especially Gandalf and Elrond, and extreme circumstances called for more cunning measures.
"I will get to the bottom of this, Davinion." Legolas vowed. "I swear it on my oath as an elf."
"Are you sure that there is something to get to the bottom of sire?"
"Things are a little too strange for there not to be. I will find it, Davinion. I will find it."
"I do feel that there is something rather odd about Lady Bryn, Davariel," Legolas mused as he removed his cloak and placed it on a nearby stand.
Davariel raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. He had not spent enough time with her to adequately make such judgments, but Legolas' opinions were not something he often took lightly so he believed that the observation deserved some merit.
"How so, my friend?" He replied as he sank himself into a plush leather chair. "In the short time I spent with her I found nothing particularly disagreeable. Strange looking for a human though."
"There is something about her manner that is puzzling me most."
"What about your own manner, my friend," He smirked. "Perhaps it is your taunting that makes her act so. You do love to provoke her. You are quite devious in your antics and it has been long since I have seen you act in such a manner."
Legolas smirked as memories of his mischievous days as a young elf, cunning in his games, filled his memory. But the smile soon fell as the present invaded his thoughts, reminding him of the strange mystery that plagues him in the form of a young woman named Bryn.
"I only act as such to play her at her own game. I see it as the only way to get her to trip herself up, to reveal something that perhaps she didn't originally intend. It was only this afternoon that she insisted that she hailed from Mordor! And those Uruk Hai that attacked us were particularly interested in her."
Davariel's thick eyebrows shot up to the top of his forehead in surprise. He sat with his head perched in his palm, observing the blonde prince curiously. Legolas had always been one for wanting to solve the mysteries of the world, perhaps from that stemmed his love of travel, but this particular mystery had him completely captivated. His face was clouded in concentration and his eyes glazed as he tried to fit together the meagre pieces of the puzzle at his disposal.
"Did she?" Davariel asked. "That is odd."
From the moment Legolas had met Bryn in the hall he knew that there was something strange about her. Her unusual mannerisms, Her footwear, then there was her extraordinary speed and strength in battle. Even the way she moved was alien to him. And who is William Bloody Shakespeare?
Having been out for a night of, what Wilthov had dubbed, 'larks and frivolity', Legolas had returned to the guest room in a riled up state due to the elven wine he had had and also the loud company which he had drank it. He was merely trying to have a little fun with her that night they had met, but it seemed that she was a little more temperamental than he had first anticipated. It was this first encounter that had started the war of wits between them. He thought that he could use this war as a way of learning more about her. Ruffle her feathers and get her flustered and careless, revealing more pieces of this strange puzzle. He knew that this was not such a good way to treat a lady, but it was his only tool. No one was willing to reveal anything, especially Gandalf and Elrond, and extreme circumstances called for more cunning measures.
"I will get to the bottom of this, Davinion." Legolas vowed. "I swear it on my oath as an elf."
"Are you sure that there is something to get to the bottom of sire?"
"Things are a little too strange for there not to be. I will find it, Davinion. I will find it."