Title: Diplomacy Part 6
Author: Arisma
Rating: R Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own LOTR, the characters, the settings, any of it. I write non-fan based fiction and this story is the product of that line being crossed with my unhealthy fixation with a certain elf. I'm making no money off this, in any way, shape or form, though feedback is better than cheesecake.
Feedback: chalice_nazarene@hotmail.com
A/N- Sorry this part is so short, its really just a bridge between what happened before and what is happening next. Part Seven will be longer, Promise. Feel free to feedback and tell me what an evil person I am.
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The sun hung low in the sky, hidden behind the thick trees of Mirkwood as Legolas entered the square, his mount and men awaiting him. He nodded to Kailin and checked the horses' straps, swinging up when all was in order. He patted the horse's neck affectionately, squinting as the first true rays of sunlight broke over him. Turning he asked Kailin, "All ready?"
His second swallowed and looked at him queerly, saying, "Aren't we supposed to wait for the Quel?"
Legolas' eyes narrowed dangerously and his lips curved into a careful smile, "They profess to be so superior, it shouldn't be difficult for them to catch up, right?" he asked, his eyes hard.
"But, won't that make your fath." he stopped abruptly as his friends eyes glared daggers at him.
"No more, Kailin. We go. Now." And with that he turned and exited the courtyard, leaving the others little choice but to follow.
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They rode hard, their leader barely looking up as the ground sped by. It was nearing dusk when they stopped, began to set up their camp for the night. Kailin watched with growing concern as Legolas hurriedly curried his horse, and then settled away from the others, resting against the base of a sturdy oak. He began to approach him when he heard hoof falls ringing through air.
The Quel warriors entered the clearing at a break neck pace, and Kailin caught his breath when he caught sight of their leader, her face pale and angry. She flew from the saddle before the horse even stopped, scanning the impassive faces of the Mirkwood soldiers. He saw her eyes focus on Legolas, still resting impassively against the tree.
She began walking towards him when the large elf gripped her shoulder, turning her to face him. They exchanged words in the Quel language and he released her, shaking his head. The Mirkwood soldiers separated, letting her pass, watching the events carefully. Kailin felt horror building within him as he saw Legolas stand and face her, his face calm and impassive.
He heard a gasp as her hand flew and connected with his cheek, a ringing open handed slap. Slowly he turned back to face her, ignoring the blood that ran from the corner of his mouth. He smiled slowly as she hissed, "I will not chase after you again, is that clear? Leave whatever is between us away from the battlefield."
He looked at her with cold eyes, not responding, and Kailin thought he saw her shudder. Finally as she spun to leave Legolas spoke. "It's not my obligation to wait while you do whatever you were doing to hinder you so." She stopped and Kailin saw her back stiffen. He saw also the slow smile that crept across his commanders' face when he added, in a lower voice; "I hope you explained to him the Quel's notion of fidelity before you bedded him." There was no mistaking the look of anguish that flashed across her face before she composed herself and continued back to her troops. He saw a look of pain flash across Legolas' face as well, as he settled back against the tree, making a show of his unconcern.
He sighed as he checked his bowstring, polished his blades, the tension between the two camps nearly palpable. This would likely be one of the most difficult sweeps he'd ever participated in. He just hoped they could find some orcs to slay before they killed each other instead.
Author: Arisma
Rating: R Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own LOTR, the characters, the settings, any of it. I write non-fan based fiction and this story is the product of that line being crossed with my unhealthy fixation with a certain elf. I'm making no money off this, in any way, shape or form, though feedback is better than cheesecake.
Feedback: chalice_nazarene@hotmail.com
A/N- Sorry this part is so short, its really just a bridge between what happened before and what is happening next. Part Seven will be longer, Promise. Feel free to feedback and tell me what an evil person I am.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The sun hung low in the sky, hidden behind the thick trees of Mirkwood as Legolas entered the square, his mount and men awaiting him. He nodded to Kailin and checked the horses' straps, swinging up when all was in order. He patted the horse's neck affectionately, squinting as the first true rays of sunlight broke over him. Turning he asked Kailin, "All ready?"
His second swallowed and looked at him queerly, saying, "Aren't we supposed to wait for the Quel?"
Legolas' eyes narrowed dangerously and his lips curved into a careful smile, "They profess to be so superior, it shouldn't be difficult for them to catch up, right?" he asked, his eyes hard.
"But, won't that make your fath." he stopped abruptly as his friends eyes glared daggers at him.
"No more, Kailin. We go. Now." And with that he turned and exited the courtyard, leaving the others little choice but to follow.
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They rode hard, their leader barely looking up as the ground sped by. It was nearing dusk when they stopped, began to set up their camp for the night. Kailin watched with growing concern as Legolas hurriedly curried his horse, and then settled away from the others, resting against the base of a sturdy oak. He began to approach him when he heard hoof falls ringing through air.
The Quel warriors entered the clearing at a break neck pace, and Kailin caught his breath when he caught sight of their leader, her face pale and angry. She flew from the saddle before the horse even stopped, scanning the impassive faces of the Mirkwood soldiers. He saw her eyes focus on Legolas, still resting impassively against the tree.
She began walking towards him when the large elf gripped her shoulder, turning her to face him. They exchanged words in the Quel language and he released her, shaking his head. The Mirkwood soldiers separated, letting her pass, watching the events carefully. Kailin felt horror building within him as he saw Legolas stand and face her, his face calm and impassive.
He heard a gasp as her hand flew and connected with his cheek, a ringing open handed slap. Slowly he turned back to face her, ignoring the blood that ran from the corner of his mouth. He smiled slowly as she hissed, "I will not chase after you again, is that clear? Leave whatever is between us away from the battlefield."
He looked at her with cold eyes, not responding, and Kailin thought he saw her shudder. Finally as she spun to leave Legolas spoke. "It's not my obligation to wait while you do whatever you were doing to hinder you so." She stopped and Kailin saw her back stiffen. He saw also the slow smile that crept across his commanders' face when he added, in a lower voice; "I hope you explained to him the Quel's notion of fidelity before you bedded him." There was no mistaking the look of anguish that flashed across her face before she composed herself and continued back to her troops. He saw a look of pain flash across Legolas' face as well, as he settled back against the tree, making a show of his unconcern.
He sighed as he checked his bowstring, polished his blades, the tension between the two camps nearly palpable. This would likely be one of the most difficult sweeps he'd ever participated in. He just hoped they could find some orcs to slay before they killed each other instead.