Rewritten! Yes, I am rewriting the first chapters to get rid of confusion,
and I decided to continue on w/ the story.f**k anyone who doesn't like my
plot or writing!
Thoughts: ' '
An apple and a bow
Legolas' point of view:
Within second, there came a head, gasping for air, Legolas' eyes went wide with realization when he noticed it was an elf, a she elf.
'I just shot a girl!' Legolas's mind screamed, loud enough not to see that she caught the arrow. All he could so is stare. 'I must have looked like a complete fool.' She started to move, as something fell on her from the tree. It floated in the water as she rubbed her head and whined.
"Just what I need, a wet bow!" he held out his hand, and she mumbled as she started trudging out of the water, not paying attention she slipped on a wet rock. He was close enough to catch her, becoming slightly wet himself.
"Thanks" She said quietly, as she raised her eyes to meet his and he helped her out. He could not help but stare. ' She must think me mad, but I could not help myself. ' She had the most beautiful honey brown eyes, with long dark brown, almost black hair. She was not a Mirkwood elf, that was all he was sure of, but he wanted, no he felt the desire and need to know more. She let go of his grasp, and in his hand remained an arrow.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see what - - or who fell, and since there - -" "That's fine. I would have done the same," she said with a smile while ringing out her hair. And dropping bow to the ground.
"That is if my bow were dry." She said with a smile. He couldn't help himself but laugh.
"How'd you know that the." he looked down at the arrow, and blushed. She just laughed.
"I am truly sorry Sir Elf, but a lady never reveals her secrets." She said with a smile. He just smiled back.
'He will have to think about that now won't we?'
"I am truly sorry about that, is there anything I could do to make it up to you, - -?" He asked.
"Well, come to think of it, I have yet to have lunch, would you happen to have any to spare? I did not realize my journey would be so long."
"I am sorry if I have caused that unconvinced. You are welcome to whatever I have." He went over to where his horse was, and grabbed a sack from a ring on the saddle, and came back to where I was.
"Thank-you. I must get out of this dress, please excuse me." Elizal said as she grabbed the extra clothing from my bag. He just stared at her.
"Umm? Do you yo- - "
"Oh my, I am sorry!" Legolas turned his back to her and he heard her laugh.
'Am sure if I was not blushing before, I must be now.'
He sat down against a tree, and took out the food he had packed, all of a sudden there was a loud thump.
"Are you ok.?" he ran towards her, and then realized she may not be fully clothed, so he stood near by. She stumbled over her feet, on her way back and he managed to catch her again. He helped her up, and his gaze caught hers yet again.
Elizal lost herself in his gaze. He had the most pure and pristine blue eyes she had ever seen. As he helped her up, they never once broke the gaze. It was as if he looked right through her. His long blonde hair glittered in the sun, and fell loosly off his sholders. There were a few now messy braids in the front of his face. Elizal was sure that they were once as perfect as the rest of him seemed to be.
'At least before she dropped out of that tree.' She thought to herself.
"I am fine, thank you." she said with a smile, and probably blush cheeks. He wore a white blouse, slightly unbuttoned, with brown breeches. He had a green tunic hanging from a branch on a tree behind them. He helped her by grabbing her hand wrapped a protective arm around her waist to keep her steady. She shivered at the contact. They walked to where he had laid out the food. She looked upon it, and with her sight came a grumble. She looked down, and realized what it was. She pulled my hand away, unwillingly.
'Please say he did not hear that!' Is all she could think. And he did, he had started laughing, and the blush that had now inhabited her cheeks did not help the situation.
"Here, help yourself to whatever your heart desires, Lad- - " It seemed as if he just realized that he did not know my name.
She giggled, as his face became lost in confusion.
"Elizal" She said as he lead me to where he had laid out the food.
"Elizal" He repeated quietly as he said opposite her.
In front of them lay various kinds of delicious fruits; Elizal did not know which to choose. There was a beautiful red apple, as she went for it she felt a hand on top of hers. She looked up and meet his gaze once more. She was filled with a chill again, and it was followed by then the sweetest sensation when his hand touched hers. It was the most amazing feeling in the entire world.
Elizal blushed and smiled at him, as did he. He had the most amazing smile she had ever seen, kind hearted, warm, passionate, and something was amiss.
"Here, you take it." He took the apple in his hand and offered to me.
At that time she realized where the sun was, she bite my lip and looked back to him.
"I am truly sorry, but I must be going. I am well over due on my original task." she forced herself to look away from his beautiful endless pools of blue eyes, and gathered her things.
"Thank you very much Sir." She turned to say and saw a bewildered face, which only made her heart melt once more.
He approached her, and handed her the apple.
"For the road," "Elizal." He said in a whisper, with a smile. She reached for it, and he took her hand and kissed it. For that second in time everything was still, life was perfect, a rush of emotion had come and still lingered.
"Thank you." She said meekly, still lost in how such a small act had affected her. And rode off.
"My name is Leg.." She heard him yell behind her.
'I guess it I am better off not knowing it' She said trying to convince her hurting heart.
While riding towards her destination her mind was filled with thoughts of this afternoon. Not once had anyone been able to look into the depths of her soul, so much that she could no longer stand it, and yet needed more. The touch of his lips on her hands were more than she could bear, it was like touching fire, warm and gentle. Yet filled with the unknown, and desire.
'And I will never know his name.'
Elizal's ears twitched, as she heard a thin whistle through the air behind her and caught an arrow. Her eyes follow in the direction in which they came. She saw orcs, on top of some unnatural creature, glaring at her. She grabbed her bow, and turned Liern to face them. She meet there glare, and grabbed an arrow from her quiver. She set it in her bow, and it began.
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Meanwhile...
Legolas just watched as the radiant figured rode into the sun. There was something about her, something that made him smile and even laugh joyfully at the thought of her. She had the softest of skin, but it had red and pink marks scattered all over. Her smile made him melt, and the sound of her laugh made him laugh as well, it was contagious. She had the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. No one had ever filled his thoughts like this before; he hardly knew anything about her, only her name, which was the sound of angels in a symphony.
"Elizal" He said quietly not realizing that he had company. "I go by Arwen, but if it pleases you, call me Elizal." Legolas wiped around and saw his old friend, and embraced her for a hug. His eyes went to her father, and he bowed. "Legolas, there is no need for that" Lord Elrond said.
Arwen helped him clean up the rest of the items, and he escorted them to the palace along with the other guards.
They rode in silence, peacefully enjoying the beautiful day, when the sound of shooting, and mumbled screams came from further up. The guards rode on all side of them, as the rest went up ahead to see what was going on. By the time they had all reached the area, it was stained in blood. Bodies of dead orcs lay littered like dead leaves at fall on the ground. There were noises in the distant.
"You four, follow that noise." Legolas took charge. "It looks like whom ever shot them has moved on." One said. The rest took there orders from him, Legolas still not satisfied. He got off his horse and looked. Arwen stopped when she noticed her friend was not by her side. "Legolas? What are yo - - " He held his hand up as to keep going. She did not, she got off and looked in the area in which he was. After a while they found nothing and continued to walk. They looked around as they went, not completely looking where they stepped.
"Ahhh." a muffled and vaguely familiar voice moaned. Legolas realized he had stepped upon feet. He followed the feet into the feet where he found a bloodied Elizal.
"Elizal" he said quietly, he thought no one heard him.
'So. this is she..' Arwen thought. "Guards!" Arwen yelled. "Get her to a horse, and hasten to the palace." Arwen commanded. The man nodded he went to scoop her up but an arm stopped him.
"I will take her." Legolas said as he lifted her up and onto his horse, he mounted and made sure she was secured. And rode off..
Thoughts: ' '
An apple and a bow
Legolas' point of view:
Within second, there came a head, gasping for air, Legolas' eyes went wide with realization when he noticed it was an elf, a she elf.
'I just shot a girl!' Legolas's mind screamed, loud enough not to see that she caught the arrow. All he could so is stare. 'I must have looked like a complete fool.' She started to move, as something fell on her from the tree. It floated in the water as she rubbed her head and whined.
"Just what I need, a wet bow!" he held out his hand, and she mumbled as she started trudging out of the water, not paying attention she slipped on a wet rock. He was close enough to catch her, becoming slightly wet himself.
"Thanks" She said quietly, as she raised her eyes to meet his and he helped her out. He could not help but stare. ' She must think me mad, but I could not help myself. ' She had the most beautiful honey brown eyes, with long dark brown, almost black hair. She was not a Mirkwood elf, that was all he was sure of, but he wanted, no he felt the desire and need to know more. She let go of his grasp, and in his hand remained an arrow.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't see what - - or who fell, and since there - -" "That's fine. I would have done the same," she said with a smile while ringing out her hair. And dropping bow to the ground.
"That is if my bow were dry." She said with a smile. He couldn't help himself but laugh.
"How'd you know that the." he looked down at the arrow, and blushed. She just laughed.
"I am truly sorry Sir Elf, but a lady never reveals her secrets." She said with a smile. He just smiled back.
'He will have to think about that now won't we?'
"I am truly sorry about that, is there anything I could do to make it up to you, - -?" He asked.
"Well, come to think of it, I have yet to have lunch, would you happen to have any to spare? I did not realize my journey would be so long."
"I am sorry if I have caused that unconvinced. You are welcome to whatever I have." He went over to where his horse was, and grabbed a sack from a ring on the saddle, and came back to where I was.
"Thank-you. I must get out of this dress, please excuse me." Elizal said as she grabbed the extra clothing from my bag. He just stared at her.
"Umm? Do you yo- - "
"Oh my, I am sorry!" Legolas turned his back to her and he heard her laugh.
'Am sure if I was not blushing before, I must be now.'
He sat down against a tree, and took out the food he had packed, all of a sudden there was a loud thump.
"Are you ok.?" he ran towards her, and then realized she may not be fully clothed, so he stood near by. She stumbled over her feet, on her way back and he managed to catch her again. He helped her up, and his gaze caught hers yet again.
Elizal lost herself in his gaze. He had the most pure and pristine blue eyes she had ever seen. As he helped her up, they never once broke the gaze. It was as if he looked right through her. His long blonde hair glittered in the sun, and fell loosly off his sholders. There were a few now messy braids in the front of his face. Elizal was sure that they were once as perfect as the rest of him seemed to be.
'At least before she dropped out of that tree.' She thought to herself.
"I am fine, thank you." she said with a smile, and probably blush cheeks. He wore a white blouse, slightly unbuttoned, with brown breeches. He had a green tunic hanging from a branch on a tree behind them. He helped her by grabbing her hand wrapped a protective arm around her waist to keep her steady. She shivered at the contact. They walked to where he had laid out the food. She looked upon it, and with her sight came a grumble. She looked down, and realized what it was. She pulled my hand away, unwillingly.
'Please say he did not hear that!' Is all she could think. And he did, he had started laughing, and the blush that had now inhabited her cheeks did not help the situation.
"Here, help yourself to whatever your heart desires, Lad- - " It seemed as if he just realized that he did not know my name.
She giggled, as his face became lost in confusion.
"Elizal" She said as he lead me to where he had laid out the food.
"Elizal" He repeated quietly as he said opposite her.
In front of them lay various kinds of delicious fruits; Elizal did not know which to choose. There was a beautiful red apple, as she went for it she felt a hand on top of hers. She looked up and meet his gaze once more. She was filled with a chill again, and it was followed by then the sweetest sensation when his hand touched hers. It was the most amazing feeling in the entire world.
Elizal blushed and smiled at him, as did he. He had the most amazing smile she had ever seen, kind hearted, warm, passionate, and something was amiss.
"Here, you take it." He took the apple in his hand and offered to me.
At that time she realized where the sun was, she bite my lip and looked back to him.
"I am truly sorry, but I must be going. I am well over due on my original task." she forced herself to look away from his beautiful endless pools of blue eyes, and gathered her things.
"Thank you very much Sir." She turned to say and saw a bewildered face, which only made her heart melt once more.
He approached her, and handed her the apple.
"For the road," "Elizal." He said in a whisper, with a smile. She reached for it, and he took her hand and kissed it. For that second in time everything was still, life was perfect, a rush of emotion had come and still lingered.
"Thank you." She said meekly, still lost in how such a small act had affected her. And rode off.
"My name is Leg.." She heard him yell behind her.
'I guess it I am better off not knowing it' She said trying to convince her hurting heart.
While riding towards her destination her mind was filled with thoughts of this afternoon. Not once had anyone been able to look into the depths of her soul, so much that she could no longer stand it, and yet needed more. The touch of his lips on her hands were more than she could bear, it was like touching fire, warm and gentle. Yet filled with the unknown, and desire.
'And I will never know his name.'
Elizal's ears twitched, as she heard a thin whistle through the air behind her and caught an arrow. Her eyes follow in the direction in which they came. She saw orcs, on top of some unnatural creature, glaring at her. She grabbed her bow, and turned Liern to face them. She meet there glare, and grabbed an arrow from her quiver. She set it in her bow, and it began.
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Meanwhile...
Legolas just watched as the radiant figured rode into the sun. There was something about her, something that made him smile and even laugh joyfully at the thought of her. She had the softest of skin, but it had red and pink marks scattered all over. Her smile made him melt, and the sound of her laugh made him laugh as well, it was contagious. She had the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. No one had ever filled his thoughts like this before; he hardly knew anything about her, only her name, which was the sound of angels in a symphony.
"Elizal" He said quietly not realizing that he had company. "I go by Arwen, but if it pleases you, call me Elizal." Legolas wiped around and saw his old friend, and embraced her for a hug. His eyes went to her father, and he bowed. "Legolas, there is no need for that" Lord Elrond said.
Arwen helped him clean up the rest of the items, and he escorted them to the palace along with the other guards.
They rode in silence, peacefully enjoying the beautiful day, when the sound of shooting, and mumbled screams came from further up. The guards rode on all side of them, as the rest went up ahead to see what was going on. By the time they had all reached the area, it was stained in blood. Bodies of dead orcs lay littered like dead leaves at fall on the ground. There were noises in the distant.
"You four, follow that noise." Legolas took charge. "It looks like whom ever shot them has moved on." One said. The rest took there orders from him, Legolas still not satisfied. He got off his horse and looked. Arwen stopped when she noticed her friend was not by her side. "Legolas? What are yo - - " He held his hand up as to keep going. She did not, she got off and looked in the area in which he was. After a while they found nothing and continued to walk. They looked around as they went, not completely looking where they stepped.
"Ahhh." a muffled and vaguely familiar voice moaned. Legolas realized he had stepped upon feet. He followed the feet into the feet where he found a bloodied Elizal.
"Elizal" he said quietly, he thought no one heard him.
'So. this is she..' Arwen thought. "Guards!" Arwen yelled. "Get her to a horse, and hasten to the palace." Arwen commanded. The man nodded he went to scoop her up but an arm stopped him.
"I will take her." Legolas said as he lifted her up and onto his horse, he mounted and made sure she was secured. And rode off..