!All 4 Seasons In 1 Day!
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. Except for the story itself.
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Celide had just finished escorting Aragorn and Arwen to the town's theatre when Legolas pulled her to the side.
"I need to talk to you." He demanded.
"Sure. Lets go find somewhere to sit." She said, smiling as she went to grab his arm.
"No!" he yelled and pushed her arm away. "You never told me who you really were. You knew I wouldn't approve if I knew and yet you still made no effort to inform me." His voice was booming off of the castle walls.
"I do not know what you are talking about." She said with a hint of sadness. "If you know about my past, please, please tell me." She begged as her eyes welled with tears. She had no idea what would cause his sudden coldness. Was her past that bad?
"I don't want anything to do with you. And I don't want my kingdom bothered by your presence. You have till midnight tonight to have your belongings packed and to be out of Mirkwood forever!" She could tell he was sincere by the coldness in his eyes. His chin was set and he stalked off toward his father's study. He left her to fall to her knees with a single tear rolling down her cheek.
~Twenty Minutes Earlier~
"Prince Legolas I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time?" A nasal voice asked (think Fran from the Nanny). Legolas scanned over girl. She had on a gray dress, covered with dirt and grim that had patches on it every so often, and her blonde hair was limp with grease. He was going to tell her that he had to go when she added, "I wanted to inform you of Celide's past since it seems that you two are now friends." She had a smirk on her face.
"Well thank you for the offer my lady, but I believe it would be better if I hear anything that has to do with Celide straight from her. And I do not see why the business between her and I has anything to do with me." He looked straight into her eyes to discover that they were cross. He shuddered; she was as attractive as an orc.
"Excuse me prince if I am out of my place. I am wrong to think that she hasn't told you about her heritage. You are quite brave, my dear prince. I do not think that I would have been able to stick around her if I came to know the real Celide."
Legolas did not have time for this. 'So I don't know anything about Celide other than her hair and eye color.' He thought to himself. "Why do you say that I am brave?" he questioned.
"Oh! You must not know! That's too bad!" She laughed inwardly. She then proceeded to tell him what she knew before he had time to refuse her to tell him. "She is a descendant from an ancient kind known as Atlanteans. They started a war that had more casualties than the war of the ring. The war went on for a short time about one month. Just think of how barbaric the Atlanteans had to have been if they did so much damage in so little time. The magic that they possessed could not be matched. But one day, many of the Atlanteans disappeared and the war ended; the only Atlanteans that survived were children. It is not known what happened to the children."
Legolas was astounded. "How do you know that Celide is an Atlantean?" He asked.
"My prince. She has a book that comes directly from hell. (A/N: In my Middle Earth there is a hell.) These pages were marked." She handed him two pages and giggled when Legolas hand grazed hers.
Legolas studied the pages that had been written in an older form of elvish. Everything she had said was right there in the pages. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention." He said, the anger of being deceived showing in his tone. "What was your name again, my lady."
"Silviol." She replied.
"Thanks. I have to go attend to some business that has just risen." He kissed her hand and stalked off.
Silviol sighed and a gleam shone in her crossed eyes.
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me. Except for the story itself.
^ * ^
Celide had just finished escorting Aragorn and Arwen to the town's theatre when Legolas pulled her to the side.
"I need to talk to you." He demanded.
"Sure. Lets go find somewhere to sit." She said, smiling as she went to grab his arm.
"No!" he yelled and pushed her arm away. "You never told me who you really were. You knew I wouldn't approve if I knew and yet you still made no effort to inform me." His voice was booming off of the castle walls.
"I do not know what you are talking about." She said with a hint of sadness. "If you know about my past, please, please tell me." She begged as her eyes welled with tears. She had no idea what would cause his sudden coldness. Was her past that bad?
"I don't want anything to do with you. And I don't want my kingdom bothered by your presence. You have till midnight tonight to have your belongings packed and to be out of Mirkwood forever!" She could tell he was sincere by the coldness in his eyes. His chin was set and he stalked off toward his father's study. He left her to fall to her knees with a single tear rolling down her cheek.
~Twenty Minutes Earlier~
"Prince Legolas I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time?" A nasal voice asked (think Fran from the Nanny). Legolas scanned over girl. She had on a gray dress, covered with dirt and grim that had patches on it every so often, and her blonde hair was limp with grease. He was going to tell her that he had to go when she added, "I wanted to inform you of Celide's past since it seems that you two are now friends." She had a smirk on her face.
"Well thank you for the offer my lady, but I believe it would be better if I hear anything that has to do with Celide straight from her. And I do not see why the business between her and I has anything to do with me." He looked straight into her eyes to discover that they were cross. He shuddered; she was as attractive as an orc.
"Excuse me prince if I am out of my place. I am wrong to think that she hasn't told you about her heritage. You are quite brave, my dear prince. I do not think that I would have been able to stick around her if I came to know the real Celide."
Legolas did not have time for this. 'So I don't know anything about Celide other than her hair and eye color.' He thought to himself. "Why do you say that I am brave?" he questioned.
"Oh! You must not know! That's too bad!" She laughed inwardly. She then proceeded to tell him what she knew before he had time to refuse her to tell him. "She is a descendant from an ancient kind known as Atlanteans. They started a war that had more casualties than the war of the ring. The war went on for a short time about one month. Just think of how barbaric the Atlanteans had to have been if they did so much damage in so little time. The magic that they possessed could not be matched. But one day, many of the Atlanteans disappeared and the war ended; the only Atlanteans that survived were children. It is not known what happened to the children."
Legolas was astounded. "How do you know that Celide is an Atlantean?" He asked.
"My prince. She has a book that comes directly from hell. (A/N: In my Middle Earth there is a hell.) These pages were marked." She handed him two pages and giggled when Legolas hand grazed hers.
Legolas studied the pages that had been written in an older form of elvish. Everything she had said was right there in the pages. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention." He said, the anger of being deceived showing in his tone. "What was your name again, my lady."
"Silviol." She replied.
"Thanks. I have to go attend to some business that has just risen." He kissed her hand and stalked off.
Silviol sighed and a gleam shone in her crossed eyes.