CHAPTER SIX-
Legolas' face grimaced in disgust as his sharp ears heard Melda's gagging and throwing up.
"I told you! I told you I don't know anything about horses!" Melda said while she took the time when her stomach began turning again. "Your horse is just like a roller coaster! And I can't even stand THAT" She bend down and began throwing up again.
"I didn't know someone would suffer so much from a little horse ride. That wasn't his maximum speed anyway." Said Legolas as his face wrinkled in disgust. He tried to look somewhere else but the sounds of vomiting gave him mental images. So there was no way to escape them.
Melda wiped her mouth and walked next to him. "Are you done?" Legolas asked covering his nose from the smell.
"Hang on, elfy." Melda said as she walked over to her bag and took out a breath mint.
Legolas climbed on his horse while muttering bitterly something that sounded like, Feuyaer.
"Hey! I heard that!" Snapped Melda.
"It was..er a compliment." Said Legolas.
"You're very bad at lying you know that?"
"No I am serious!"
"Ok what did it mean?"
"Er..that went well..?"
"My throwing up went well?" Asked Melda stupidly raising her eyebrows. She wasn't able to do the one eyebrow thing so she did what she was able to.
"Yes! I mean at least you didn't choke on your.vomit. So that means that it went well."
Melda eyed him suspiciously and just shrugged it off. She mentally noted the word to ask her LotR fanatic friend, Macey what it means when she gets home. *If* she ever will.
She climbed on the some big rocks and Legolas made his horse advance near them. That way, Melda was able to get on the horse with ease. "This time go SLOW. Ok, ya heard me? *Slllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllow*."
Legolas rolled his eyes and lightly kicked his horse in its stomach making it trot. "We'll be as old as Lady Galadriel by the time we reach Rivendell."
Melda gave him a glare and said nothing.
*~*
'She's a pretty lass. But I have no idea how she ended up with a personality and an attitude like this. She always says all these strange words I cannot comprehend. Her silvery white hair shines bright under the moonlight.' Thought Legolas. 'But a little too oily for my account. She must have spent quite a long time Aragorn. When did she last have bath? And I should probably make one of the maids in Rivendell advise her to bathe once we get there. And her green eyes always twinkle every time I look into them. At least they cannot get oily or smelly. But nevertheless-'
"STOP STARING AT ME!"
Legolas shut his ears in pain. "You don't have to yell. I am sitting right in front of you!"
"Ya! Well why do you keep looking at me?"
"What? Am I not allowed to have my freedom to even look? Besides I just want to make sure that you are alright in case you end up throwing up at my hair or anything like that!"
Melda gave him a death-glare. And Legolas decided to ignore it and focus on the road ahead. "When are we gonna get there?"
"By early morning if we do not rest. But we could reach there earlier if you just let my horse walk faster." Sighed Legolas.
"No. I'm cool. 5 kilometers per hour is just fine for me." Said Melda happily. Suddenly she sighed deppressivly. "So I guess I missed my bro's funeral..."
"Your what?" Legolas asked shocked.
"My brother's funeral, you ass. He died from cancer." Legolas had no idea why Melda called him a donkey since he looked NOTHING like one and whatever cancer was but from her tone, he knew it was some bad malady. "Oh, I am truly sorry, my lady. That explains your impatience."
"No shit, Sherlock."
Legolas raised an eyebrow. What IS she saying? Does she come from some tribe he had never heard of?
"Where do you come from, anyway?" He finally asked.
"Mordor." Melda said without thinking.
Legolas and his horse immediately halted and he looked at her in utter shock. "MORDOR?"
"N---no! It was just a joke, stupid. I come from CANADA."
"You LIE! I have never heard of such a city. And you talk to me without any respect when you know I am a Prince of an almighty powerful Elven place! Now I understand your strange behavior! "
'Oh shit.this is bad! Like REALLY BAD!!' Melda thought desperately. "I'm not from Mordor! I don't know anything about that place! I SWEAR!"
"You are a spy! I should have known!"
"I. AM. NOT!" was all Melda could say. Man! That elf was hardheaded!
Legolas climbed down his horse and pushed Melda painfully to the floor with his strong arms. He then took out something from the luggage his horse was carrying, which turned out to be a rope and he began tying Melda's hands and legs. Then he pushed her up on the horse and she sat on the saddle on her stomach with her legs sticking out on one side and her head on the other. It was a very uncomfortable position. "Ha! Tell that to Lord Elrond himself!"
*~*
"This is very uncomfortable." Whined Melda. What did she put herself into?
"That is your problem; not mine." Leoglas said carelessly.
"Ya! Well you caused that problem, you stupid elf!" Melda yelled.
"Auta miqula orqu (go kiss an orc)", Legolas said.
"Oh shut up!"
"Why should I? You do not even understand what I am saying."
"I know it's bad! Like an insult!"
"Congratulations, you actually used a bit of your intelligence. You probably won't use again it for a couple of centuries. I'm glad I am immortal to stick around and see that next time."
Melda growled in anger.
"Oh you want a foreign language insults war?!?! Un espece de con! J'esperes que tu te fais bruler MAL dans l'enfer! Quand j'aurais la chance, je vais t'etrangler! "
Legolas sighed, "Dolle naa los, Antolle ulua sulrim. (You're head is empty and much wind pours from your mouth.)"
"I can't believe Tolkein created a guy as stupid as you."
"What's a Tolkein?" Asked Legolas, curiosity taking over him.
"As if I'm telling YOU."
"I know what he is. It's another one of your spies."
"Ha! You wish! If Tolkein didn't write that stupid book, you would have never existed!"
Legolas raised an eyebrow and muttered. "Howling mad."
"I heard THAT!"
"It was supposed to be intentionally."
*~*~*~*
For a while, Melda nor Legolas said anything to each other though you could still hear him muttering stuff in Elvish and Melda, thinking they were insults, began swearing at him in French.
"I wish you would just shut up and go to sleep." He sighed again.
"I wish I would too. But a close up of your smelly feet isn't all that tempting to make me fall asleep." Said Melda.
Legolas pulled his foot away from her face, feeling insulted. "I'll have you know that I spray them with Lavender mist every time I---hey shut up!"
Melda chocked on laughter, which she tried to turn into a cough, but failed. "Hehe...SOME one has feet problems."
"If I was not a noble prince, you would have gotten a dagger through your throat before you would have even realized what was happening." Hissed Legolas.
"Awwww...Leggy-loo-loo! Why aren't you treating me like a normal lady?" Melda said mockingly.
"Well, first of all, any girl like you would never be even CALLED a Lady. Secondly, you are a spy of Sauron, you are not worth to be treated with manners. And Thirdly, I do not treat any one with respect who does not return that respect to I too."
Melda looked at him in disgust. THAT'S the guy all the girls are crazy about? THAT'S the guy who would take you into his arms, sweep you off your feet and whisper to you elven love sentences under the willow trees of Rivendell? THAT'S the knight in shining armor!?
Melda, being very tired, finally drifted to sleep. Legolas let out a sigh of relief. 'FINALY', he thought.
*~*~*
Melda slowly opened her eyes and then they widened at the beauty she saw. The grass was so green and the path was so clean. The trees were turning into several autumn colors..incase you didn't know it was October in the movie and the book so the autumn weather was slowly seeping in. There were statues of elves here and there.
"Where are we?" Melda mumbled.
"We are reaching Rivendell." Said a familiar voice.
Her eyes widened again, if they could get any wider (which would look very scary, if u ask me.which I'm sure you didn't ask). 'What happened last night?! She thought, trying to get her memory back. Damn! I was hoping it was a freakin' dream! Why me!?...yeah and now that we are in Rivendell,' "What's gonna happen to me?" She thought aloud.
"Most likely thrown into the dungeons, or become mindlessly tortured." Legolas said smiling, just as if he said that to anyone he met.
Melda looked at him in horror. "W--what?!"
"You heard me. Besides you deserve no better."
She whimpered and stayed silent.
Soon, Legolas' horse slowed down and it began trotting and finally, it stopped. You remember that scene when Legolas gallantly climbs down the horse and looks around Rivendell in the movie? Ya, well just imagine him climbing down and pushing a girl with dirty clothes and hair that has not been washed for two days on the ground.
With Melda getting up and slapping him with hands tied. Legolas looked at her in shock. "Oh you are going to pay for that!"
"Oh I'm sorry! I'm outa money!" She said sarcastically.
Legolas growled in anger and dragged her into Rivendell. He couldn't WAIT to get rid of her.
"If you don't let go off me NOW, I'm gonna scream!" Melda said. "You won't be able to properly, if I cut your tongue right out of your mouth!" Legolas threatened.
Melda began screaming on the top of her lungs as Legolas dragged her down Rivendell's halls desperately. They didn't even get the time to enjoy its beauty like people normally do. Elves and humans who saw them pass by looked at them with fright and confusion.
Legolas ignored them and dragged Melda all the way to the dungeons. Once they were there, he threw her into a cell and left her there. "I'll make Lord Elrond punish you good!"
Melda stuck out her tongue and began insulting him in as many languages as she could; English, French, Japanese, Dutch, Arabic and even in Chinese and in Zulu.
Once she ran out of words, she sat and looked around in frustration. 'Ya! Shouldn't I be in a beautiful elven chamber with a hot bath waiting for me!? And then someone there to escort me to the feast honorably like typical Mary-sues!!? ' She thought angrily. "I am SO gonna KILL that issy- prissy ELF!!"
Just then her cell door opened and she saw a man with black hair and richly dressed with the most magical eyebrows she had ever seen. Melda thought that if he set them free, they would take over the world.
It was Elrond and Legolas was with him. They were talking rapidly in Elvish and every now and then, Legolas would give her glares. Once they were done, Elrond walked up to her and asked her gently. "Mani naa essa en lle, arwen? Lle tyava quel? (what is your name, my lady? Do you feel well?)"
"Ba?" Melda asked, mesmerized by his eyebrows. Even when he tried to be nice, they still made him look scary.
"You do not speak Elvish do you?" He asked.
She immediately came out of her trance. "Wha? No I don't."
"It is just that you have the beauty of an elf." Elrond said. "I thought
Legolas might be wrong in saying you were just a human."
Legolas snorted. "Beauty? I could find more beauty in an orc! She is a servant of Sauron, my lord. A SPY! We should punish her for her treachery."
Elrond sighed. "Has it not ever occurred to you that she is too young to be a servant of the almighty dark lord?"
Legolas looked dumbfounded.
"Really Legolas. Your stupidity even surprises me sometimes."
"W-well maybe, she was raised in Mordor to become a super spy or something like that!" Legolas argued.
"Hey! If I was a super spy, I would have killed you the moment I saw you, stupid elf!" Yelled Melda. "Seriously! You should dye your hair a different color so that it would make you look smarter. LOOK not SOUND."
Legolas had no idea what she meant but he knew it was an insult. He gave her a death glare. "Is that all you can do, dumb blond?! (I have nothing against blonds, I just thought it might be funny.)" Melda said.
"Well white hair comes after blond, so I guess you're stupider than I!" Legolas retorted.
"That's not my natural hair color! I'm a brunette. Besides this isn't white, it's silver-ish! Why don't you just--"
"ENOUGH!" Yelled Elrond. "Legolas, I would have expected better behavior coming from a prince."
Melda smiled triumphantly but it immediately faded when Elrond glared at her. "And *you*. I would have expected better manners coming from a lady."
Legolas smirked. Melda gave them both a mental death-glare and smiled sweetly and said in her sweetest voice. "I am sorry Lord Edmond."
"It's EL-ROND." Elrond said.
She smacked her forehead and heard Legolas cracking up with laughter. Elrond gave Legolas a glare, "I said ENOUGH of that. This Lady has the right of misspelling my name as since we have never met before and it is difficult to pronounce Elven names when you are a human."
He then looked at Melda. "Very well then my lady, I shall take you to your room instead of this damp cell."
"Oh THANK YOU!" She smiled gratefully. She got up, but she felt very weak. When was the last time she ate?? It's probably been two days!
Elrond helped her up and they went out of the dungeons, with Legolas at their heals. Melda stuck out her tongue at him behind Elrond's back. Legolas was ready to strike, but restrained himself before he was able to take out his Elven daggers.
As they walked down the marble halls, Elrond kept doing short glances often at Melda. And of course, she was aware of that. Suddenly she grew annoyed of him and yelled. "WOULD YOU STOP STARING AT ME!??"
"Quiet you! You do not speak to an Elf lord like that!" Legolas hissed murderously.
Elrond looked at her in shock.
"THERE YOU GO AGAIN! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP STARING AT ME!" Legolas grabbed her wrist really hard. "DO. NOT. TALK. TO. LORD. ELROND. LIKE. THAT." He said it the exact same way you read it with his teeth clenched.
"Legolas that is enough, and my Lady, I am sorry. I will stop staring at you." Elrond sighed. What's up with this woman?
"GOOD! YOU DO THAT!"
And Melda continued walking on, speeding up and having no idea where she was going. As she passed by other elves, they too, looked at her in a way Lord Elrond did. And every time, she yelled to them. "MY GOD! FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO LOOK AT, YOU STUPID ELF!" Or, "HELLO! WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU? A MONUMENT FROM A FREAK SHOW THAT ESCAPED FROM THERE AND IS NOW GOING TO TAKE OVER RIVENDELL!?! STOP STARING AT ME, OR I'LL WRING YOUR NECK!!!"
The elves all stared at her some more, which annoyed her very much, in shock, feeling very insulted. She even had the nerve to walk over to a she- elf who didn't take her eyes off of her when she yelled and actually tackled her on the floor and began pulling her hair. "That's what you get you stupid elf for messing with ME!"
The she-elf began screaming loudly and luckily, Elrond and Legolas came just in time to pull Melda off her. The she-elf began yelling loudly as she picked up big wads of golden hair that was ripped off her head. "Send that crazy woman to the dungeons! She is evil!" Melda smiled. "Been there done that!"
"Hang her for this, Lord Elrond!"
The three hurried away from the scene.
"Why did you do that!?" Elrond said fiercely.
"Cause she wouldn't stop staring at me!" Melda said.
"That is no particular reason for you to attack her, my lady!" Elrond said in the same tone.
Melda smiled that sweet smile again which Legolas now confirmed as 'pure evilness' and said. "I'm sowy."
Elrond sighed. "Just don't do that again."
"Ok, Ok. Keep your wig on!"
He stared at her strangely and Legolas rolled his eyes. They walked for while in silence and Melda felt weaker as she walked. 'Need.food.' She thought. 'Argh! When are we gonna get there! I wonder if they make cakes here? Damn, I wanted to tell Sana that I caught Jeff and Diana making out in the teacher's lounge when the teachers weren't there! Oh crap! I forgot I had a date with Justin on Saturday!! Mmm...muffins.' It was perfectly normal for Melda's thoughts to change abruptly. But don't worry, she's sane. Even though the voices in her head sometimes spoke Japanese and she had no idea what they were saying.
"What is your name again?" Elrond said abruptly that it made her jump up and shriek in fright.
"Oh um, it's Melda Delaquela."
"Daughter of?" He asked.
"Sauron." She said again without thinking.
Elrond and Legolas both looked at her with shocked expressions. "I TOLD YOU LORD ELROND! SHE IS FROM MORDOR! AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT SHE'S SAURON'S DAUGHTER TOO!"
"No sir! I was only joking!" Melda said desperately. 'Crap! Why does everything bad have to happen to me??'
"We shall confirm it back in the dungeons!" Said Elrond as he and Legolas dragged her back from where they came, kicking and screaming like a mental person.
Suddenly, Melda fainted. Because she wasted all her energy and she didn't eat in a long time.
Legolas' face grimaced in disgust as his sharp ears heard Melda's gagging and throwing up.
"I told you! I told you I don't know anything about horses!" Melda said while she took the time when her stomach began turning again. "Your horse is just like a roller coaster! And I can't even stand THAT" She bend down and began throwing up again.
"I didn't know someone would suffer so much from a little horse ride. That wasn't his maximum speed anyway." Said Legolas as his face wrinkled in disgust. He tried to look somewhere else but the sounds of vomiting gave him mental images. So there was no way to escape them.
Melda wiped her mouth and walked next to him. "Are you done?" Legolas asked covering his nose from the smell.
"Hang on, elfy." Melda said as she walked over to her bag and took out a breath mint.
Legolas climbed on his horse while muttering bitterly something that sounded like, Feuyaer.
"Hey! I heard that!" Snapped Melda.
"It was..er a compliment." Said Legolas.
"You're very bad at lying you know that?"
"No I am serious!"
"Ok what did it mean?"
"Er..that went well..?"
"My throwing up went well?" Asked Melda stupidly raising her eyebrows. She wasn't able to do the one eyebrow thing so she did what she was able to.
"Yes! I mean at least you didn't choke on your.vomit. So that means that it went well."
Melda eyed him suspiciously and just shrugged it off. She mentally noted the word to ask her LotR fanatic friend, Macey what it means when she gets home. *If* she ever will.
She climbed on the some big rocks and Legolas made his horse advance near them. That way, Melda was able to get on the horse with ease. "This time go SLOW. Ok, ya heard me? *Slllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllow*."
Legolas rolled his eyes and lightly kicked his horse in its stomach making it trot. "We'll be as old as Lady Galadriel by the time we reach Rivendell."
Melda gave him a glare and said nothing.
*~*
'She's a pretty lass. But I have no idea how she ended up with a personality and an attitude like this. She always says all these strange words I cannot comprehend. Her silvery white hair shines bright under the moonlight.' Thought Legolas. 'But a little too oily for my account. She must have spent quite a long time Aragorn. When did she last have bath? And I should probably make one of the maids in Rivendell advise her to bathe once we get there. And her green eyes always twinkle every time I look into them. At least they cannot get oily or smelly. But nevertheless-'
"STOP STARING AT ME!"
Legolas shut his ears in pain. "You don't have to yell. I am sitting right in front of you!"
"Ya! Well why do you keep looking at me?"
"What? Am I not allowed to have my freedom to even look? Besides I just want to make sure that you are alright in case you end up throwing up at my hair or anything like that!"
Melda gave him a death-glare. And Legolas decided to ignore it and focus on the road ahead. "When are we gonna get there?"
"By early morning if we do not rest. But we could reach there earlier if you just let my horse walk faster." Sighed Legolas.
"No. I'm cool. 5 kilometers per hour is just fine for me." Said Melda happily. Suddenly she sighed deppressivly. "So I guess I missed my bro's funeral..."
"Your what?" Legolas asked shocked.
"My brother's funeral, you ass. He died from cancer." Legolas had no idea why Melda called him a donkey since he looked NOTHING like one and whatever cancer was but from her tone, he knew it was some bad malady. "Oh, I am truly sorry, my lady. That explains your impatience."
"No shit, Sherlock."
Legolas raised an eyebrow. What IS she saying? Does she come from some tribe he had never heard of?
"Where do you come from, anyway?" He finally asked.
"Mordor." Melda said without thinking.
Legolas and his horse immediately halted and he looked at her in utter shock. "MORDOR?"
"N---no! It was just a joke, stupid. I come from CANADA."
"You LIE! I have never heard of such a city. And you talk to me without any respect when you know I am a Prince of an almighty powerful Elven place! Now I understand your strange behavior! "
'Oh shit.this is bad! Like REALLY BAD!!' Melda thought desperately. "I'm not from Mordor! I don't know anything about that place! I SWEAR!"
"You are a spy! I should have known!"
"I. AM. NOT!" was all Melda could say. Man! That elf was hardheaded!
Legolas climbed down his horse and pushed Melda painfully to the floor with his strong arms. He then took out something from the luggage his horse was carrying, which turned out to be a rope and he began tying Melda's hands and legs. Then he pushed her up on the horse and she sat on the saddle on her stomach with her legs sticking out on one side and her head on the other. It was a very uncomfortable position. "Ha! Tell that to Lord Elrond himself!"
*~*
"This is very uncomfortable." Whined Melda. What did she put herself into?
"That is your problem; not mine." Leoglas said carelessly.
"Ya! Well you caused that problem, you stupid elf!" Melda yelled.
"Auta miqula orqu (go kiss an orc)", Legolas said.
"Oh shut up!"
"Why should I? You do not even understand what I am saying."
"I know it's bad! Like an insult!"
"Congratulations, you actually used a bit of your intelligence. You probably won't use again it for a couple of centuries. I'm glad I am immortal to stick around and see that next time."
Melda growled in anger.
"Oh you want a foreign language insults war?!?! Un espece de con! J'esperes que tu te fais bruler MAL dans l'enfer! Quand j'aurais la chance, je vais t'etrangler! "
Legolas sighed, "Dolle naa los, Antolle ulua sulrim. (You're head is empty and much wind pours from your mouth.)"
"I can't believe Tolkein created a guy as stupid as you."
"What's a Tolkein?" Asked Legolas, curiosity taking over him.
"As if I'm telling YOU."
"I know what he is. It's another one of your spies."
"Ha! You wish! If Tolkein didn't write that stupid book, you would have never existed!"
Legolas raised an eyebrow and muttered. "Howling mad."
"I heard THAT!"
"It was supposed to be intentionally."
*~*~*~*
For a while, Melda nor Legolas said anything to each other though you could still hear him muttering stuff in Elvish and Melda, thinking they were insults, began swearing at him in French.
"I wish you would just shut up and go to sleep." He sighed again.
"I wish I would too. But a close up of your smelly feet isn't all that tempting to make me fall asleep." Said Melda.
Legolas pulled his foot away from her face, feeling insulted. "I'll have you know that I spray them with Lavender mist every time I---hey shut up!"
Melda chocked on laughter, which she tried to turn into a cough, but failed. "Hehe...SOME one has feet problems."
"If I was not a noble prince, you would have gotten a dagger through your throat before you would have even realized what was happening." Hissed Legolas.
"Awwww...Leggy-loo-loo! Why aren't you treating me like a normal lady?" Melda said mockingly.
"Well, first of all, any girl like you would never be even CALLED a Lady. Secondly, you are a spy of Sauron, you are not worth to be treated with manners. And Thirdly, I do not treat any one with respect who does not return that respect to I too."
Melda looked at him in disgust. THAT'S the guy all the girls are crazy about? THAT'S the guy who would take you into his arms, sweep you off your feet and whisper to you elven love sentences under the willow trees of Rivendell? THAT'S the knight in shining armor!?
Melda, being very tired, finally drifted to sleep. Legolas let out a sigh of relief. 'FINALY', he thought.
*~*~*
Melda slowly opened her eyes and then they widened at the beauty she saw. The grass was so green and the path was so clean. The trees were turning into several autumn colors..incase you didn't know it was October in the movie and the book so the autumn weather was slowly seeping in. There were statues of elves here and there.
"Where are we?" Melda mumbled.
"We are reaching Rivendell." Said a familiar voice.
Her eyes widened again, if they could get any wider (which would look very scary, if u ask me.which I'm sure you didn't ask). 'What happened last night?! She thought, trying to get her memory back. Damn! I was hoping it was a freakin' dream! Why me!?...yeah and now that we are in Rivendell,' "What's gonna happen to me?" She thought aloud.
"Most likely thrown into the dungeons, or become mindlessly tortured." Legolas said smiling, just as if he said that to anyone he met.
Melda looked at him in horror. "W--what?!"
"You heard me. Besides you deserve no better."
She whimpered and stayed silent.
Soon, Legolas' horse slowed down and it began trotting and finally, it stopped. You remember that scene when Legolas gallantly climbs down the horse and looks around Rivendell in the movie? Ya, well just imagine him climbing down and pushing a girl with dirty clothes and hair that has not been washed for two days on the ground.
With Melda getting up and slapping him with hands tied. Legolas looked at her in shock. "Oh you are going to pay for that!"
"Oh I'm sorry! I'm outa money!" She said sarcastically.
Legolas growled in anger and dragged her into Rivendell. He couldn't WAIT to get rid of her.
"If you don't let go off me NOW, I'm gonna scream!" Melda said. "You won't be able to properly, if I cut your tongue right out of your mouth!" Legolas threatened.
Melda began screaming on the top of her lungs as Legolas dragged her down Rivendell's halls desperately. They didn't even get the time to enjoy its beauty like people normally do. Elves and humans who saw them pass by looked at them with fright and confusion.
Legolas ignored them and dragged Melda all the way to the dungeons. Once they were there, he threw her into a cell and left her there. "I'll make Lord Elrond punish you good!"
Melda stuck out her tongue and began insulting him in as many languages as she could; English, French, Japanese, Dutch, Arabic and even in Chinese and in Zulu.
Once she ran out of words, she sat and looked around in frustration. 'Ya! Shouldn't I be in a beautiful elven chamber with a hot bath waiting for me!? And then someone there to escort me to the feast honorably like typical Mary-sues!!? ' She thought angrily. "I am SO gonna KILL that issy- prissy ELF!!"
Just then her cell door opened and she saw a man with black hair and richly dressed with the most magical eyebrows she had ever seen. Melda thought that if he set them free, they would take over the world.
It was Elrond and Legolas was with him. They were talking rapidly in Elvish and every now and then, Legolas would give her glares. Once they were done, Elrond walked up to her and asked her gently. "Mani naa essa en lle, arwen? Lle tyava quel? (what is your name, my lady? Do you feel well?)"
"Ba?" Melda asked, mesmerized by his eyebrows. Even when he tried to be nice, they still made him look scary.
"You do not speak Elvish do you?" He asked.
She immediately came out of her trance. "Wha? No I don't."
"It is just that you have the beauty of an elf." Elrond said. "I thought
Legolas might be wrong in saying you were just a human."
Legolas snorted. "Beauty? I could find more beauty in an orc! She is a servant of Sauron, my lord. A SPY! We should punish her for her treachery."
Elrond sighed. "Has it not ever occurred to you that she is too young to be a servant of the almighty dark lord?"
Legolas looked dumbfounded.
"Really Legolas. Your stupidity even surprises me sometimes."
"W-well maybe, she was raised in Mordor to become a super spy or something like that!" Legolas argued.
"Hey! If I was a super spy, I would have killed you the moment I saw you, stupid elf!" Yelled Melda. "Seriously! You should dye your hair a different color so that it would make you look smarter. LOOK not SOUND."
Legolas had no idea what she meant but he knew it was an insult. He gave her a death glare. "Is that all you can do, dumb blond?! (I have nothing against blonds, I just thought it might be funny.)" Melda said.
"Well white hair comes after blond, so I guess you're stupider than I!" Legolas retorted.
"That's not my natural hair color! I'm a brunette. Besides this isn't white, it's silver-ish! Why don't you just--"
"ENOUGH!" Yelled Elrond. "Legolas, I would have expected better behavior coming from a prince."
Melda smiled triumphantly but it immediately faded when Elrond glared at her. "And *you*. I would have expected better manners coming from a lady."
Legolas smirked. Melda gave them both a mental death-glare and smiled sweetly and said in her sweetest voice. "I am sorry Lord Edmond."
"It's EL-ROND." Elrond said.
She smacked her forehead and heard Legolas cracking up with laughter. Elrond gave Legolas a glare, "I said ENOUGH of that. This Lady has the right of misspelling my name as since we have never met before and it is difficult to pronounce Elven names when you are a human."
He then looked at Melda. "Very well then my lady, I shall take you to your room instead of this damp cell."
"Oh THANK YOU!" She smiled gratefully. She got up, but she felt very weak. When was the last time she ate?? It's probably been two days!
Elrond helped her up and they went out of the dungeons, with Legolas at their heals. Melda stuck out her tongue at him behind Elrond's back. Legolas was ready to strike, but restrained himself before he was able to take out his Elven daggers.
As they walked down the marble halls, Elrond kept doing short glances often at Melda. And of course, she was aware of that. Suddenly she grew annoyed of him and yelled. "WOULD YOU STOP STARING AT ME!??"
"Quiet you! You do not speak to an Elf lord like that!" Legolas hissed murderously.
Elrond looked at her in shock.
"THERE YOU GO AGAIN! I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP STARING AT ME!" Legolas grabbed her wrist really hard. "DO. NOT. TALK. TO. LORD. ELROND. LIKE. THAT." He said it the exact same way you read it with his teeth clenched.
"Legolas that is enough, and my Lady, I am sorry. I will stop staring at you." Elrond sighed. What's up with this woman?
"GOOD! YOU DO THAT!"
And Melda continued walking on, speeding up and having no idea where she was going. As she passed by other elves, they too, looked at her in a way Lord Elrond did. And every time, she yelled to them. "MY GOD! FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO LOOK AT, YOU STUPID ELF!" Or, "HELLO! WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU? A MONUMENT FROM A FREAK SHOW THAT ESCAPED FROM THERE AND IS NOW GOING TO TAKE OVER RIVENDELL!?! STOP STARING AT ME, OR I'LL WRING YOUR NECK!!!"
The elves all stared at her some more, which annoyed her very much, in shock, feeling very insulted. She even had the nerve to walk over to a she- elf who didn't take her eyes off of her when she yelled and actually tackled her on the floor and began pulling her hair. "That's what you get you stupid elf for messing with ME!"
The she-elf began screaming loudly and luckily, Elrond and Legolas came just in time to pull Melda off her. The she-elf began yelling loudly as she picked up big wads of golden hair that was ripped off her head. "Send that crazy woman to the dungeons! She is evil!" Melda smiled. "Been there done that!"
"Hang her for this, Lord Elrond!"
The three hurried away from the scene.
"Why did you do that!?" Elrond said fiercely.
"Cause she wouldn't stop staring at me!" Melda said.
"That is no particular reason for you to attack her, my lady!" Elrond said in the same tone.
Melda smiled that sweet smile again which Legolas now confirmed as 'pure evilness' and said. "I'm sowy."
Elrond sighed. "Just don't do that again."
"Ok, Ok. Keep your wig on!"
He stared at her strangely and Legolas rolled his eyes. They walked for while in silence and Melda felt weaker as she walked. 'Need.food.' She thought. 'Argh! When are we gonna get there! I wonder if they make cakes here? Damn, I wanted to tell Sana that I caught Jeff and Diana making out in the teacher's lounge when the teachers weren't there! Oh crap! I forgot I had a date with Justin on Saturday!! Mmm...muffins.' It was perfectly normal for Melda's thoughts to change abruptly. But don't worry, she's sane. Even though the voices in her head sometimes spoke Japanese and she had no idea what they were saying.
"What is your name again?" Elrond said abruptly that it made her jump up and shriek in fright.
"Oh um, it's Melda Delaquela."
"Daughter of?" He asked.
"Sauron." She said again without thinking.
Elrond and Legolas both looked at her with shocked expressions. "I TOLD YOU LORD ELROND! SHE IS FROM MORDOR! AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT SHE'S SAURON'S DAUGHTER TOO!"
"No sir! I was only joking!" Melda said desperately. 'Crap! Why does everything bad have to happen to me??'
"We shall confirm it back in the dungeons!" Said Elrond as he and Legolas dragged her back from where they came, kicking and screaming like a mental person.
Suddenly, Melda fainted. Because she wasted all her energy and she didn't eat in a long time.