Disclaimer: ...Back in my old days, we used to own whatever we wanted! I
used to own my own socks, thank goodness for that because my friend had to
rent hers from the carpenter's store. We used to get hit with a cane every
time we did something bad, like smile at a boy, that the jungle next to us
disappeared from the excessive orderings of canes from schools...for lunch,
we had carrots, and other days we had some more carrots. One boy once
turned purple from how much orange (...or was it purple?) carrots he ate,
that we had to send him to the dermatologist. But the dermatologist kicked
us out because the boy didn't have any pimples. Anyways, this is just to
tell you that I once owned Lord of the Rings in my old days, but the FBI
took it away from me. As well as my room, my money...and even my own
socks... *sob*
CHAPTER NINE--- (Ooooooh, one of my lucky numbers! Let's hope u like this chappy!)
WOW! A new chapter ALREADY?!?? AnGeLiC dEvIl is amazing! The day after the other, she posts a new one?! Wow! Common people, join me! It's fun!
Ahem...
I'm hyper...
Need I say more?
I love Craig Parker (Haldir)!!
*~*
Aragorn laughed and they both walked down the hall. Melda kept tripping on her dress and Aragorn almost fell because of her, but they finally managed to get to the dining tables. As they climbed down the stairs, people's faces turned to them. Melda felt completely uncomfortable from all those eyes...just staring at her. She also spotted the she-elf who she attacked and smiled evilly.
"Come. You are invited to the main table." Said Aragorn then he muttered. "Despite everything you did..."
Melda decided to ignore that last remark; she had heard him. She sat on a seat next to Aragorn and Frodo. "Hey Frodo ol' boy!"
Frodo looked at her and smiled. "Have we met?"
"No." Melda said simply. "So do tell me...do you like your fingers?" He then looked at her strangely. "What kind of a question is that?"
"Well I was just wondering, because one of your fingers is gonna end up-- ah! Ah! Aaaaahhh!" Cried Melda as Aragorn twisted her wrist.
"You will control your tongue this time. I do not want you to scare away anybody else." He whispered to her.
"Ok! Ok!" She said gritting her teeth. "Jeebus! That hurt you know!" She began rubbing her wrist and then spotted Arwen coming to the table all lady- like.
She sat beside her father, facing Aragorn. Melda smiled another evil smile. Hey, if she was in middle-earth-the one place she hated most--- why not have fun while you're still around? So she turned to Arwen and said sweetly. "Hello. My name is Melda. You must be Arwen Evenstar."
"Yes, I am. I am pleased to meet you." Arwen said and Melda restrained herself from kicking the elf in the legs under the table. She hated polite people. And being a polite elf made it even worst.
"Lord Aragorn has told me so much about you." She continued, forcing a smile. "He's such a sweet man, you know." Aragorn looked at her with wide eyes. 'Where is this conversation going? She obviously has something up her sleeve.' He thought.
"Yes he is. We were introduced to each other by my father, Lord Elrond." Arwen said her smile still fixed on her face.
"And speaking of Aragorn," Melda continued on, as if Arwen didn't even say a word. "this evening, he came on me while taking my bath. I was frightened but he reassured me that he did not mean to come in purposely and then offered to help bathe me as an apology. Of course, I didn't refuse--I mean he's a great scrubber, you know."
Aragorn spat his water in shock and stared at her. He was about to choke her just when Arwen began yelling at him in Elvish. And Elrond, hearing the conversation, got pissed off at Aragorn thinking it's true and began, swearing so loud in Elvish and in English that it just didn't make sense anymore. Poor Aragorn was left there to explain to them about what really happened while Melda laughed her head off. Elves were so gullible!!
Then she was forced to tell what really happened and it ruined all the fun. Elrond calmed down but his face was still purple and Arwen was giving Melda dirty looks the whole time.
"I don't like her." She said to Aragorn in Elvish.
"Believe me, I do not either." He said replying in Elvish. "I cannot believe your father is making her join the fellowship. I do wish he will reconsider his choice by next morning."
"Nothing better happen between you and her when you leave." Arwen warned. " I shall tell my animal friends to keep an eye on you."
An elf named Glorfindel overheard them, cleared his throat and decided to change the subject. "Uh...so Lady Melda. Are you related to any particular race of elf?"
"No I don't--- THANK GOD." Melda said sipping loudly at her soup in a very rude way then she turned to him. "Why?"
"You look like an elf. A beautiful one that is."
Is he flirting??
"But 'tis a strange combination. Your skin is a color like the sand of the sea, like the Sylvan elves (wood elves), yet your hair is as white as a Drow's (dark elf). Your eyes seem to do with Sylvan elves too, green as summer leaves. Do tell me if one of your parents were some type of elf."
"Ah, what if she is a different type of Drow we have not yet come to know of?" Said another elf, with a long face, long brown hair and blue eyes.
"STOP IT! I'M NOT RELATED TO ANY ELF! I'M PURE HUMAN, THANK GOD! THIS ISN'T MY REAL HAIR COLOR, IT'S BROWN BUT I COLORED IT, OK!??!?!" Melda yelled.
The elves around the table fiddled with their ears and others on tables far away even heard her.
"She hasn't changed a bit has she?" Sam asked Aragorn and the Ranger shook his head sadly.
"Why is she yelling like this? Does she not know we hear perfectly well?" Arwen said, feeling annoyed.
"We tried telling her that, but she does not listen. She says she wants to rip them off." Legolas said.
The elves around her gasped and began talking in Elvish. Melda slumped in her seat and finished eating, sipped the wine they put for her and she got up just when she was pulled back. "Why do you leave so early, miss?"
It was Frodo. Aww... he looked cute with those huge blue questioning eyes.
"Eh...I wanna go back to my room. I don't wanna be around drunk elves."
"But it is rude to leave the table while everyone is still sitting down. You must not leave or you will miss the singing." He said.
"Singing? OH HELL, I'M GETTING OUTTA HERE!" She said as she started pulling away, just then, she was caught by Aragorn.
"Don't you ever have anything better else to do, dammit?" She said.
"You will not leave now. You have offended the elves tonight, you might as well show them a little bit of respect by staying for a while and join the singing later?" He whispered angrily.
"Why am I starting to feel like everyone's controlling my life these days?" Growled Melda as she went back to her seat.
She sat silently for the rest of the evening. The elf with the long face kept shooting quick glances at her now and then, but she tried to hold herself from ripping his hair off. She tried to be nice this evening... only because elves had good food.
After that, they all got up and went to a room where an Elvish hymn was playing softly. The elves sang along and Melda hit her head again and again on the table, though they didn't do anything to stop her. It actually made a good beat for the song.
Melda hated all that lovey-dovey, perfectly composed music. 'Don't they ever do anything wrong?!?' She thought.
Just then, the song ended. One of the elves stood beside her, "Why not let this beautiful Lady sing to us? She says she comes from kaa...kana.da." He had trouble saying Canada. "Then let us hear the music of her culture. I am sure her voice is as excellent as her looks."
Melda growled at him and he stepped back a little.
"No trust me. You do NOT want to hear her sing." Said Sam with wide eyes. "Nor dance."
"Yeah, what the fat little guy said." Agreed Melda for the first time.
"Come now! Do not be shy!" The elf said.
Aragorn, Sam, Merry and Pippin sat there begging for the elf to change his mind. But then he pulled her off the chair and she was in the center of the room and in the center of attention.
Melda sighed and sang the first song that came to her mind; "Dirrty" By Christina Aguilera. And maybe it was the wine that made her do so, but she added some moves with it...moves like the ones from the video-clip.
When she was done, she threw her hands up in the air dramatically, making her look extremely stupid. There were some scattered unsure clapping from here and there and some of the elves just stared at her with dropped jaws, mostly the males.
"Uh....whatever. I'm going to sleep." She said as she waved a hand lazily and stumbled out the door.
No one tried to stop her. As Melda walked down the hallway, having no idea where she was going, she felt someone following her.
"My lady?"
She turned around and saw an elf-guy. He had long straight blond hair and really green eyes.
"What?" Asked Melda uncomfortably.
CHAPTER NINE--- (Ooooooh, one of my lucky numbers! Let's hope u like this chappy!)
WOW! A new chapter ALREADY?!?? AnGeLiC dEvIl is amazing! The day after the other, she posts a new one?! Wow! Common people, join me! It's fun!
Ahem...
I'm hyper...
Need I say more?
I love Craig Parker (Haldir)!!
*~*
Aragorn laughed and they both walked down the hall. Melda kept tripping on her dress and Aragorn almost fell because of her, but they finally managed to get to the dining tables. As they climbed down the stairs, people's faces turned to them. Melda felt completely uncomfortable from all those eyes...just staring at her. She also spotted the she-elf who she attacked and smiled evilly.
"Come. You are invited to the main table." Said Aragorn then he muttered. "Despite everything you did..."
Melda decided to ignore that last remark; she had heard him. She sat on a seat next to Aragorn and Frodo. "Hey Frodo ol' boy!"
Frodo looked at her and smiled. "Have we met?"
"No." Melda said simply. "So do tell me...do you like your fingers?" He then looked at her strangely. "What kind of a question is that?"
"Well I was just wondering, because one of your fingers is gonna end up-- ah! Ah! Aaaaahhh!" Cried Melda as Aragorn twisted her wrist.
"You will control your tongue this time. I do not want you to scare away anybody else." He whispered to her.
"Ok! Ok!" She said gritting her teeth. "Jeebus! That hurt you know!" She began rubbing her wrist and then spotted Arwen coming to the table all lady- like.
She sat beside her father, facing Aragorn. Melda smiled another evil smile. Hey, if she was in middle-earth-the one place she hated most--- why not have fun while you're still around? So she turned to Arwen and said sweetly. "Hello. My name is Melda. You must be Arwen Evenstar."
"Yes, I am. I am pleased to meet you." Arwen said and Melda restrained herself from kicking the elf in the legs under the table. She hated polite people. And being a polite elf made it even worst.
"Lord Aragorn has told me so much about you." She continued, forcing a smile. "He's such a sweet man, you know." Aragorn looked at her with wide eyes. 'Where is this conversation going? She obviously has something up her sleeve.' He thought.
"Yes he is. We were introduced to each other by my father, Lord Elrond." Arwen said her smile still fixed on her face.
"And speaking of Aragorn," Melda continued on, as if Arwen didn't even say a word. "this evening, he came on me while taking my bath. I was frightened but he reassured me that he did not mean to come in purposely and then offered to help bathe me as an apology. Of course, I didn't refuse--I mean he's a great scrubber, you know."
Aragorn spat his water in shock and stared at her. He was about to choke her just when Arwen began yelling at him in Elvish. And Elrond, hearing the conversation, got pissed off at Aragorn thinking it's true and began, swearing so loud in Elvish and in English that it just didn't make sense anymore. Poor Aragorn was left there to explain to them about what really happened while Melda laughed her head off. Elves were so gullible!!
Then she was forced to tell what really happened and it ruined all the fun. Elrond calmed down but his face was still purple and Arwen was giving Melda dirty looks the whole time.
"I don't like her." She said to Aragorn in Elvish.
"Believe me, I do not either." He said replying in Elvish. "I cannot believe your father is making her join the fellowship. I do wish he will reconsider his choice by next morning."
"Nothing better happen between you and her when you leave." Arwen warned. " I shall tell my animal friends to keep an eye on you."
An elf named Glorfindel overheard them, cleared his throat and decided to change the subject. "Uh...so Lady Melda. Are you related to any particular race of elf?"
"No I don't--- THANK GOD." Melda said sipping loudly at her soup in a very rude way then she turned to him. "Why?"
"You look like an elf. A beautiful one that is."
Is he flirting??
"But 'tis a strange combination. Your skin is a color like the sand of the sea, like the Sylvan elves (wood elves), yet your hair is as white as a Drow's (dark elf). Your eyes seem to do with Sylvan elves too, green as summer leaves. Do tell me if one of your parents were some type of elf."
"Ah, what if she is a different type of Drow we have not yet come to know of?" Said another elf, with a long face, long brown hair and blue eyes.
"STOP IT! I'M NOT RELATED TO ANY ELF! I'M PURE HUMAN, THANK GOD! THIS ISN'T MY REAL HAIR COLOR, IT'S BROWN BUT I COLORED IT, OK!??!?!" Melda yelled.
The elves around the table fiddled with their ears and others on tables far away even heard her.
"She hasn't changed a bit has she?" Sam asked Aragorn and the Ranger shook his head sadly.
"Why is she yelling like this? Does she not know we hear perfectly well?" Arwen said, feeling annoyed.
"We tried telling her that, but she does not listen. She says she wants to rip them off." Legolas said.
The elves around her gasped and began talking in Elvish. Melda slumped in her seat and finished eating, sipped the wine they put for her and she got up just when she was pulled back. "Why do you leave so early, miss?"
It was Frodo. Aww... he looked cute with those huge blue questioning eyes.
"Eh...I wanna go back to my room. I don't wanna be around drunk elves."
"But it is rude to leave the table while everyone is still sitting down. You must not leave or you will miss the singing." He said.
"Singing? OH HELL, I'M GETTING OUTTA HERE!" She said as she started pulling away, just then, she was caught by Aragorn.
"Don't you ever have anything better else to do, dammit?" She said.
"You will not leave now. You have offended the elves tonight, you might as well show them a little bit of respect by staying for a while and join the singing later?" He whispered angrily.
"Why am I starting to feel like everyone's controlling my life these days?" Growled Melda as she went back to her seat.
She sat silently for the rest of the evening. The elf with the long face kept shooting quick glances at her now and then, but she tried to hold herself from ripping his hair off. She tried to be nice this evening... only because elves had good food.
After that, they all got up and went to a room where an Elvish hymn was playing softly. The elves sang along and Melda hit her head again and again on the table, though they didn't do anything to stop her. It actually made a good beat for the song.
Melda hated all that lovey-dovey, perfectly composed music. 'Don't they ever do anything wrong?!?' She thought.
Just then, the song ended. One of the elves stood beside her, "Why not let this beautiful Lady sing to us? She says she comes from kaa...kana.da." He had trouble saying Canada. "Then let us hear the music of her culture. I am sure her voice is as excellent as her looks."
Melda growled at him and he stepped back a little.
"No trust me. You do NOT want to hear her sing." Said Sam with wide eyes. "Nor dance."
"Yeah, what the fat little guy said." Agreed Melda for the first time.
"Come now! Do not be shy!" The elf said.
Aragorn, Sam, Merry and Pippin sat there begging for the elf to change his mind. But then he pulled her off the chair and she was in the center of the room and in the center of attention.
Melda sighed and sang the first song that came to her mind; "Dirrty" By Christina Aguilera. And maybe it was the wine that made her do so, but she added some moves with it...moves like the ones from the video-clip.
When she was done, she threw her hands up in the air dramatically, making her look extremely stupid. There were some scattered unsure clapping from here and there and some of the elves just stared at her with dropped jaws, mostly the males.
"Uh....whatever. I'm going to sleep." She said as she waved a hand lazily and stumbled out the door.
No one tried to stop her. As Melda walked down the hallway, having no idea where she was going, she felt someone following her.
"My lady?"
She turned around and saw an elf-guy. He had long straight blond hair and really green eyes.
"What?" Asked Melda uncomfortably.