Sighing in relief, she leaned against the door and looked up, face to face
with the deepest
blue eyes she had ever seen. They belonged to a golden haired elf, and although they
were breathtaking features in themselves the rest of him wasn't all that bad looking
either. He was only a couple inches taller than she, with a strong jaw and golden skin. He
had hair that shone like spun gold and looked twice as soft. He was not overly muscular,
as Jamill had been; rather, he had a particularly lithe form.
They could not have been more opposite. She was a pale skinned elf with dark hair of a
similar length to his own. She was slightly shorter, and had the most perplexed look of
wonder brightening her features. He eyebrows were arched, her mouth was slightly open,
and her nose was scrunched up in a manner that Legolas found alarmingly cute. After an
uncomfortable silence, Arwen finally spoke. "Forgive my intrusion." She meekly
requested, waiting for a response that never came before going on in a rush. "I really
didn't mean to burst in like this, I'm truly sorry. It's just that I heard your flute, well I
guess it was your flute, it could be someone else's couldn't it. I mean it's not like I'd
normally burst in here and disturb your, I mean the flute playing. Although it was very
good and, well I couldn't place the song, though it was very sad and I mean your playing
was good. If it was you, and." she abruptly halted as the other raised an eyebrow. In
reality, Legolas was silent because he didn't know what to say. Quite frankly, this girl
perplexed him. She had appeared out of nowhere, banging down his door, claiming to be
the daughter of Elrond, run in without a word, slammed the door behind her, and now
she was babbling at a hundred words a second. Swallowing, he realized that his father
could return from the party at any point, and being with the daughter of Thranduil's
archrival would put Legolas in a precarious situation. She seemed nice enough, but
Legolas knew it would be best for both of them if she left as soon as possible. The hatred
shared between Elrond and Thranduil was mutual.
"It's ok." He began "Lady Arwen." He seemed to add the name as an
afterthought. "Umm, what's your name?" Arwen ventured to ask. Legolas looked at the
floor.
"Legolas." He mumbled. She recognized the name, and made a mental note that
this elf was from Greenwood. "So." Arwen was trying to draw him into a conversation and failing spectacularly. "How do you like Rivendell so far?" she asked "It's okay." He refused to say more. "How was the ride?" "Average." "Well how's Greenwood this time of year?" "Like any other woods." "Why didn't you come to the party?" Legolas only shrugged. This kind of made Arwen angry, she had been trying to befriend
this elf, and all he did was scorn her. No wonder her father thought so little of
Greenwood. "Why do you act as though I am an inquisition?" she finally asked.
"Why do you act as though I am a criminal?" he replied sharply. She stared at him for a moment, and was unable to hide the hurt in her eyes. His face remained stony. "Fine, I shall leave, and burden you no more with my presence." With that she stomped off. Legolas' façade fell to pieces the moment she left
the room. He instantly felt like the biggest jerk in all of middle earth. True his father had
told him many bad things about the lady Arwen, but she had only tried to befriend him so
far, and he had thrown it right back in her face. His mother would have been so
disappointed in him. Sighing, he stepped towards the door Arwen had just exited.
Arwen frowned. How had she offended him? She didn't know, but this day just kept
getting worse and worse. Suddenly, a voice followed her down the corridor. "Wait."
Legolas called, leaning half way out the door. She stopped, but did not turn. "Please." He
repeated, "Wait." Putting up a mask of indifference, Arwen looked back to him curtly.
Sighing at her glare, Legolas began to speak. "As I said, my name is Legolas Greenleaf. I
am the only son of King Thranduil, and first prince of Greenwood. Imladris is truly
stunning, although to tell you the truth it's been a terribly boring night so far. The ride
over was really dull, and rather cold. Greenwood is beautiful this time of year; the forest
is enchanting all covered in powdery robes of white. As for the party, I figured it would
be boring, so I just decided to stay in my room and play my flute a bit." When he had
finished answering her questions, he paused and looked at her expectantly.
"That was quite the transformation." She said, raising her eyebrow in a very Elrond-
like fashion. He looked at the ground. Fearing she was losing him again, Arwen hastily
continued. "So you're the prince of Greenwood? I suppose that means you'll be king some day." She said, feeling triumph as he seemed to be focused back on her.
"Yes, I'll be king after my father." He affirmed.
"Do you want to be king?" she asked.
"Of course!" Legolas said with a grin. "When I'm king, I won't have to do anything anyone says. I'll be the boss, and everyone will have to do what I say."
"Really, anything you say?" Arwen asked skeptically. "Well sure!" Legolas answered, "Does anyone tell your father what to do?" "No one besides my mom." Arwen replied. "See, when you're queen of the valley, everyone will treat you like that too." Legolas explained, only to be shocked by a peal of laughter from the other.
"Me, Queen of Imladris? Nay Legolas, I will never be queen here. I have two older brothers in line before me." She said.
"True, but you'll still be a queen. You'll just have to marry a king.or a prince." The second part was an afterthought.
"That is true." She conceded, before suddenly catching a draft and becoming aware of their surroundings. They were standing together in the hallway, both leaning against the wall. Sometime during the conversation Legolas had shut the door to his room.
Arwen, who had no concept of how long she had been gone from the party, began to
walk down towards a window at the end of the corridor, motioning for Legolas to follow.
Arwen looked outside, and gasped when she realized it was dark. "Ai it is already dark
out!" she exclaimed.
"But the night is still young." replied Legolas, who had come to stand beside her.
Looking at him, she smiled at her great progress. Earlier, he had been trying with all his might to get her to leave and now he was fighting for just the opposite.
"I have an idea," she offered. "Mithrandir should be setting off his fireworks
anytime now. We can see them." Legolas' face instantly brightened. He had never
seen a fireworks show by the great Mithrandir, though like all Elven children, he heard spectacular stories about them. "I didn't know Mithrandir was doing a fireworks show, and I can't believe I'm actually going to see it. All of the others back in Greenwood will be terribly jealous!"
suddenly, at the thought of Greenwood, Legolas hesitated. "Though, I'm not so sure my
father would be pleased if he saw me with you." He hung his head sadly. Arwen nodded,
she knew well the relationship the lord of the valley had with King Thranduil. To say that
her own father would be slightly miffed about her being around Legolas would be an
understatement. Suddenly she had an idea. "Hey these are fireworks right?" she exclaimed, "We don't need to go to the party to watch them." "You mean you want to watch them here?" Legolas asked, indicating the window. "No, I know a better place. Follow me!" and with these words she went running back down the corridor.
Legolas knew he shouldn't leave, lest he incur his fathers wrath, but it was early night,
and he was sure that Thranduil would enjoy the party for awhile yet. Realizing that he
didn't want to get lost in Rivendell's seemingly endless hallways anymore than he had
earlier with his father, Legolas raced after Arwen. For a long time, they simply ran.
Arwen knew the paths without question, and she did not hesitate. The way to this place
was clear. They took so many turns and twists that soon Legolas was sure that if he lost
Arwen, he would disappear into this endless labyrinth, never to be found again. Finally,
they arrived at what appeared to be a different kind of hallway. It was much brighter than
all its predecessors, and it was open air, with an ivy-like railing that's seemed to be there
for beauty rather than to stop plummets. Arwen stopped in front of a large set of double
doors. They were beautifully carved doors, made of cherry wood. They were unpainted,
but still marvelous to behold. On the top snaked lighter arms of oak, which twisted and
turned in a pattern of exquisite simplicity. These rounded branches also raised to form the
handle. "Whose room is this?" Legolas' voice was dripping with awe. "It's my father and mother's of course." Arwen answered. True she too could see
the untamed beauty of the door as well as any other, but she had been here so many times
that it was hardly a thrill anymore. Reaching forward, she tentatively knocked. When
there was no response from within, Arwen cautiously pulled at the doors. They were
remarkably silent for their great bulk, and they swung soundlessly in the hall. Arwen took
a quick sweep of the room beyond with her keen eyes, but she knew it was only paranoia
that convinced her of any chance of her father's presence. There would have been at least
two guards outside. "Come on." She motioned to him. He quickly followed, his own eyes
appraising what he could discern in the dark room. She stepped with certainty, and soon
they had crossed the room to another door. She pulled it open, and moonlight flooded the
chamber. Before them lay a great balcony, which, like the door was well known by
Arwen. Unlike the door, this thing would never lose its magic. It had a sweeping view of
the outdoor part of the party below, and thanks to the moon, they could see clear past the
Bruinen, to the woods and finally the line that marked the horizon. "Well, what do you
think?" she asked.
"I would tell you, but I can think of no words." Legolas stared "It is breathtaking, to be inadequate."
"The moonlight does it a credit." Arwen agreed. "And this balcony is perfect not only for
its view but for its privacy. My father comes here to think, so he insisted it be concealed.
They can't see us from the party, in fact, one would have to go all the way out to the
Bruinen to see us, and once they're that far, they'll just think we are my parents." Legolas
turned to her with a laugh, "I can't imagine anyone mistaking me for your father." Arwen
laughed too when she thought of him in her father's great robes. As though to illustrate
her point, Legolas turned his expression to one of grave seriousness and crossed his arms
across his chest in a reprimanding way. They both laughed, and Arwen was the next to
talk. "Certainly not. They would definitely mistake you for my mother." At this, Legolas glanced at her sharply. "Such blatant attacks on my masculinity Lady Elrond." At this she gave him a
little shove and they both started laughing. Suddenly an explosion of light and
sound assaulted their senses. They both turned to see the sky burst into an explosion of
colors. The fireworks show was spectacular. They watched it for some time, but never did either of them find themselves bored. At the end, to top the whole show off, a little
stream of blue began to weave its way to the sky. It peaked in its flight and exploded in a
flurry of sapphire blue. A great gem formed in the sky above Rivendell. "Vilya," cried Arwen excitedly "It is Vilya" She was grinning ear to ear, and the cold had brought a flush of rose to her cheeks and the pointed tips of her ears. "Amazing." Legolas said in awe. "Mithrandir is amazing! Is there a chance I might meet him? I mean do you know if he's staying in Imladris?" Arwen glanced at him. "You have heard the tales about him I'm sure. Mithrandir comes and goes as he
pleases. I doubt even my father could answer that question for you." She said. For a
moment they just stood there at the railing. The lanterns from the outdoor pavilion were
not lit because of the ample moonlight.
After a bit, Arwen sighed and pushed herself away from the rail. "We should go. My
parents might be turning in soon." Legolas nodded. Together they walked back through
the dark room, and the mighty doors and the twisting hallways. They paused once more
at a window. It was situated beside the door that led to the guest wing. Though the thick
walls drowned much, both could hear the slight murmur of excited Elves returning to
their rooms. They waited there until they heard no voices. Sighing once more, Arwen
reached for the door. Instead of pulling the handle she simple rested her hand against it,
leaning for its support. The night had been wonderful for her. The prince Legolas had
turned out to be charming company, and the fireworks had been magnificent. She was so
caught up in her musings that she didn't notice the sound of footsteps. Legolas however
did. His sudden turn caught her attention and she followed his gaze. Before them stood an
elf of overwhelming proportions. Arwen could have mistaken him for an adult, had she
not known better.
"Jamill." She stated his name impassively. "I been on a right long search for you." He
laughed a deep throaty laugh. Legolas stepped forward. He was much shorter and a lot
skinnier than Jamill, but his eyes were narrowed and as they studied the other, Arwen
saw they were devoid of fear. "Who's this then?" Jamill asked, crossing his arms across his chest with a smirk. The puny ant before him was almost comical, and defiance radiated from him like rolling fog. "I'm Legolas," Legolas himself answered. He was slightly tweaked by the sudden appearance of this strange elf, but he strove to keep a calm demeanor, his first impressions had been wrong once already tonight. "Huh. I know who you are. You one o them tree elves. Ya don look like much." Legolas' eyes narrowed. It was well know around the court of Greenwood that he had gotten most of his looks, and personality from his mother, but one thing Thranduil had certainly given him was his pride. Not overwhelming pride of everything and everyone, but pride for Greewood. A pride for his home and his people, a pride of the trees. "Wood elf." He said. Jamill stared, and Arwen said nothing. "I am a wood elf." Legolas said, "And it gives me pride to be so." Legolas was still focused, still calm, but there were tremors on the surface of the water. Jamill, who
was a bully by nature didn't like the vibe this boy was giving him. Not only that, but he
was under the influence of a few pints, and he was feeling loose. He finally spoke, "Don see why ya would be. Damn bunch of tree huggers. Prancing around in the woods all day singing your little songs. Why I bet you don't even know the meaning of
work." Arwen saw were this was going, and would have spoken herself if Legolas had not. "And who are your people, the Orcs that roam the plains of middle earth stupidly
waiting for the arrows of our people to separate them from their cursed existence. Hold
your foul tongue and perhaps I shall have pity on you and in my mercy allow my arrow to
separate you from that existence of yours. If you leave now, I might even let you go.
Though the damage you have done to Imladris by your mere presence is no doubt
irrevocable. I'm sure Lord Elrond was going to close off your quarters after you left
anyway. He wouldn't want to risk the sickness of others. But then again, I've heard that
stupidity is only slightly contagious." Legolas was done, and Arwen saw fire in his eyes,
the water had bubbled up and the dam had broken free. It was obvious that Jamill wasn't
going to win a battle of words. Hoping to still avoid the inevitable, Arwen stepped
between them, but Jamill roughly grabbed her wrist and pushed her aside into the
opposite wall of the passageway. He ran at Legolas and punched him with all his might.
Legolas slid back across the unused corridor, sending up a cloud of forgotten dust in his
wake. He might have continued sliding for some time, had his back not suddenly
slammed into the stone wall, roughly aborting his flight. His face was bleeding from the
hit, and his back was aching from the force of the wall. The pain coursing through his
body was great; the rage coursing alongside it was greater.
Well there you go, chapter two. It seemed a lot longer than it was didn't it? That's just because I used ample spacing. Anyway, I want to thank all you reviewers again, and I have a special request for anyone who wants to review again. (Not that I would pressure you to do that or anything.) Please specify what you think I should do about Thranduil. I specifically left him out of this chapter, but I have plans for him in the next one. Just tell me whether you think he should be violent, because it would be easy for me to almost eliminate or to leave that part of the story. Anywho, thanks a lot, especially to Meg (Or Megolas for short.er long). She edited this story. (Any grammatical errors are her fault and JP cannot be held responsible) If you like Harry Potter you can check out her stories under the pen name Megz. -J.P. P.S. Gandalf would kick Dumbledores' @$$! (Damn now I have to give this a PG rating)
blue eyes she had ever seen. They belonged to a golden haired elf, and although they
were breathtaking features in themselves the rest of him wasn't all that bad looking
either. He was only a couple inches taller than she, with a strong jaw and golden skin. He
had hair that shone like spun gold and looked twice as soft. He was not overly muscular,
as Jamill had been; rather, he had a particularly lithe form.
They could not have been more opposite. She was a pale skinned elf with dark hair of a
similar length to his own. She was slightly shorter, and had the most perplexed look of
wonder brightening her features. He eyebrows were arched, her mouth was slightly open,
and her nose was scrunched up in a manner that Legolas found alarmingly cute. After an
uncomfortable silence, Arwen finally spoke. "Forgive my intrusion." She meekly
requested, waiting for a response that never came before going on in a rush. "I really
didn't mean to burst in like this, I'm truly sorry. It's just that I heard your flute, well I
guess it was your flute, it could be someone else's couldn't it. I mean it's not like I'd
normally burst in here and disturb your, I mean the flute playing. Although it was very
good and, well I couldn't place the song, though it was very sad and I mean your playing
was good. If it was you, and." she abruptly halted as the other raised an eyebrow. In
reality, Legolas was silent because he didn't know what to say. Quite frankly, this girl
perplexed him. She had appeared out of nowhere, banging down his door, claiming to be
the daughter of Elrond, run in without a word, slammed the door behind her, and now
she was babbling at a hundred words a second. Swallowing, he realized that his father
could return from the party at any point, and being with the daughter of Thranduil's
archrival would put Legolas in a precarious situation. She seemed nice enough, but
Legolas knew it would be best for both of them if she left as soon as possible. The hatred
shared between Elrond and Thranduil was mutual.
"It's ok." He began "Lady Arwen." He seemed to add the name as an
afterthought. "Umm, what's your name?" Arwen ventured to ask. Legolas looked at the
floor.
"Legolas." He mumbled. She recognized the name, and made a mental note that
this elf was from Greenwood. "So." Arwen was trying to draw him into a conversation and failing spectacularly. "How do you like Rivendell so far?" she asked "It's okay." He refused to say more. "How was the ride?" "Average." "Well how's Greenwood this time of year?" "Like any other woods." "Why didn't you come to the party?" Legolas only shrugged. This kind of made Arwen angry, she had been trying to befriend
this elf, and all he did was scorn her. No wonder her father thought so little of
Greenwood. "Why do you act as though I am an inquisition?" she finally asked.
"Why do you act as though I am a criminal?" he replied sharply. She stared at him for a moment, and was unable to hide the hurt in her eyes. His face remained stony. "Fine, I shall leave, and burden you no more with my presence." With that she stomped off. Legolas' façade fell to pieces the moment she left
the room. He instantly felt like the biggest jerk in all of middle earth. True his father had
told him many bad things about the lady Arwen, but she had only tried to befriend him so
far, and he had thrown it right back in her face. His mother would have been so
disappointed in him. Sighing, he stepped towards the door Arwen had just exited.
Arwen frowned. How had she offended him? She didn't know, but this day just kept
getting worse and worse. Suddenly, a voice followed her down the corridor. "Wait."
Legolas called, leaning half way out the door. She stopped, but did not turn. "Please." He
repeated, "Wait." Putting up a mask of indifference, Arwen looked back to him curtly.
Sighing at her glare, Legolas began to speak. "As I said, my name is Legolas Greenleaf. I
am the only son of King Thranduil, and first prince of Greenwood. Imladris is truly
stunning, although to tell you the truth it's been a terribly boring night so far. The ride
over was really dull, and rather cold. Greenwood is beautiful this time of year; the forest
is enchanting all covered in powdery robes of white. As for the party, I figured it would
be boring, so I just decided to stay in my room and play my flute a bit." When he had
finished answering her questions, he paused and looked at her expectantly.
"That was quite the transformation." She said, raising her eyebrow in a very Elrond-
like fashion. He looked at the ground. Fearing she was losing him again, Arwen hastily
continued. "So you're the prince of Greenwood? I suppose that means you'll be king some day." She said, feeling triumph as he seemed to be focused back on her.
"Yes, I'll be king after my father." He affirmed.
"Do you want to be king?" she asked.
"Of course!" Legolas said with a grin. "When I'm king, I won't have to do anything anyone says. I'll be the boss, and everyone will have to do what I say."
"Really, anything you say?" Arwen asked skeptically. "Well sure!" Legolas answered, "Does anyone tell your father what to do?" "No one besides my mom." Arwen replied. "See, when you're queen of the valley, everyone will treat you like that too." Legolas explained, only to be shocked by a peal of laughter from the other.
"Me, Queen of Imladris? Nay Legolas, I will never be queen here. I have two older brothers in line before me." She said.
"True, but you'll still be a queen. You'll just have to marry a king.or a prince." The second part was an afterthought.
"That is true." She conceded, before suddenly catching a draft and becoming aware of their surroundings. They were standing together in the hallway, both leaning against the wall. Sometime during the conversation Legolas had shut the door to his room.
Arwen, who had no concept of how long she had been gone from the party, began to
walk down towards a window at the end of the corridor, motioning for Legolas to follow.
Arwen looked outside, and gasped when she realized it was dark. "Ai it is already dark
out!" she exclaimed.
"But the night is still young." replied Legolas, who had come to stand beside her.
Looking at him, she smiled at her great progress. Earlier, he had been trying with all his might to get her to leave and now he was fighting for just the opposite.
"I have an idea," she offered. "Mithrandir should be setting off his fireworks
anytime now. We can see them." Legolas' face instantly brightened. He had never
seen a fireworks show by the great Mithrandir, though like all Elven children, he heard spectacular stories about them. "I didn't know Mithrandir was doing a fireworks show, and I can't believe I'm actually going to see it. All of the others back in Greenwood will be terribly jealous!"
suddenly, at the thought of Greenwood, Legolas hesitated. "Though, I'm not so sure my
father would be pleased if he saw me with you." He hung his head sadly. Arwen nodded,
she knew well the relationship the lord of the valley had with King Thranduil. To say that
her own father would be slightly miffed about her being around Legolas would be an
understatement. Suddenly she had an idea. "Hey these are fireworks right?" she exclaimed, "We don't need to go to the party to watch them." "You mean you want to watch them here?" Legolas asked, indicating the window. "No, I know a better place. Follow me!" and with these words she went running back down the corridor.
Legolas knew he shouldn't leave, lest he incur his fathers wrath, but it was early night,
and he was sure that Thranduil would enjoy the party for awhile yet. Realizing that he
didn't want to get lost in Rivendell's seemingly endless hallways anymore than he had
earlier with his father, Legolas raced after Arwen. For a long time, they simply ran.
Arwen knew the paths without question, and she did not hesitate. The way to this place
was clear. They took so many turns and twists that soon Legolas was sure that if he lost
Arwen, he would disappear into this endless labyrinth, never to be found again. Finally,
they arrived at what appeared to be a different kind of hallway. It was much brighter than
all its predecessors, and it was open air, with an ivy-like railing that's seemed to be there
for beauty rather than to stop plummets. Arwen stopped in front of a large set of double
doors. They were beautifully carved doors, made of cherry wood. They were unpainted,
but still marvelous to behold. On the top snaked lighter arms of oak, which twisted and
turned in a pattern of exquisite simplicity. These rounded branches also raised to form the
handle. "Whose room is this?" Legolas' voice was dripping with awe. "It's my father and mother's of course." Arwen answered. True she too could see
the untamed beauty of the door as well as any other, but she had been here so many times
that it was hardly a thrill anymore. Reaching forward, she tentatively knocked. When
there was no response from within, Arwen cautiously pulled at the doors. They were
remarkably silent for their great bulk, and they swung soundlessly in the hall. Arwen took
a quick sweep of the room beyond with her keen eyes, but she knew it was only paranoia
that convinced her of any chance of her father's presence. There would have been at least
two guards outside. "Come on." She motioned to him. He quickly followed, his own eyes
appraising what he could discern in the dark room. She stepped with certainty, and soon
they had crossed the room to another door. She pulled it open, and moonlight flooded the
chamber. Before them lay a great balcony, which, like the door was well known by
Arwen. Unlike the door, this thing would never lose its magic. It had a sweeping view of
the outdoor part of the party below, and thanks to the moon, they could see clear past the
Bruinen, to the woods and finally the line that marked the horizon. "Well, what do you
think?" she asked.
"I would tell you, but I can think of no words." Legolas stared "It is breathtaking, to be inadequate."
"The moonlight does it a credit." Arwen agreed. "And this balcony is perfect not only for
its view but for its privacy. My father comes here to think, so he insisted it be concealed.
They can't see us from the party, in fact, one would have to go all the way out to the
Bruinen to see us, and once they're that far, they'll just think we are my parents." Legolas
turned to her with a laugh, "I can't imagine anyone mistaking me for your father." Arwen
laughed too when she thought of him in her father's great robes. As though to illustrate
her point, Legolas turned his expression to one of grave seriousness and crossed his arms
across his chest in a reprimanding way. They both laughed, and Arwen was the next to
talk. "Certainly not. They would definitely mistake you for my mother." At this, Legolas glanced at her sharply. "Such blatant attacks on my masculinity Lady Elrond." At this she gave him a
little shove and they both started laughing. Suddenly an explosion of light and
sound assaulted their senses. They both turned to see the sky burst into an explosion of
colors. The fireworks show was spectacular. They watched it for some time, but never did either of them find themselves bored. At the end, to top the whole show off, a little
stream of blue began to weave its way to the sky. It peaked in its flight and exploded in a
flurry of sapphire blue. A great gem formed in the sky above Rivendell. "Vilya," cried Arwen excitedly "It is Vilya" She was grinning ear to ear, and the cold had brought a flush of rose to her cheeks and the pointed tips of her ears. "Amazing." Legolas said in awe. "Mithrandir is amazing! Is there a chance I might meet him? I mean do you know if he's staying in Imladris?" Arwen glanced at him. "You have heard the tales about him I'm sure. Mithrandir comes and goes as he
pleases. I doubt even my father could answer that question for you." She said. For a
moment they just stood there at the railing. The lanterns from the outdoor pavilion were
not lit because of the ample moonlight.
After a bit, Arwen sighed and pushed herself away from the rail. "We should go. My
parents might be turning in soon." Legolas nodded. Together they walked back through
the dark room, and the mighty doors and the twisting hallways. They paused once more
at a window. It was situated beside the door that led to the guest wing. Though the thick
walls drowned much, both could hear the slight murmur of excited Elves returning to
their rooms. They waited there until they heard no voices. Sighing once more, Arwen
reached for the door. Instead of pulling the handle she simple rested her hand against it,
leaning for its support. The night had been wonderful for her. The prince Legolas had
turned out to be charming company, and the fireworks had been magnificent. She was so
caught up in her musings that she didn't notice the sound of footsteps. Legolas however
did. His sudden turn caught her attention and she followed his gaze. Before them stood an
elf of overwhelming proportions. Arwen could have mistaken him for an adult, had she
not known better.
"Jamill." She stated his name impassively. "I been on a right long search for you." He
laughed a deep throaty laugh. Legolas stepped forward. He was much shorter and a lot
skinnier than Jamill, but his eyes were narrowed and as they studied the other, Arwen
saw they were devoid of fear. "Who's this then?" Jamill asked, crossing his arms across his chest with a smirk. The puny ant before him was almost comical, and defiance radiated from him like rolling fog. "I'm Legolas," Legolas himself answered. He was slightly tweaked by the sudden appearance of this strange elf, but he strove to keep a calm demeanor, his first impressions had been wrong once already tonight. "Huh. I know who you are. You one o them tree elves. Ya don look like much." Legolas' eyes narrowed. It was well know around the court of Greenwood that he had gotten most of his looks, and personality from his mother, but one thing Thranduil had certainly given him was his pride. Not overwhelming pride of everything and everyone, but pride for Greewood. A pride for his home and his people, a pride of the trees. "Wood elf." He said. Jamill stared, and Arwen said nothing. "I am a wood elf." Legolas said, "And it gives me pride to be so." Legolas was still focused, still calm, but there were tremors on the surface of the water. Jamill, who
was a bully by nature didn't like the vibe this boy was giving him. Not only that, but he
was under the influence of a few pints, and he was feeling loose. He finally spoke, "Don see why ya would be. Damn bunch of tree huggers. Prancing around in the woods all day singing your little songs. Why I bet you don't even know the meaning of
work." Arwen saw were this was going, and would have spoken herself if Legolas had not. "And who are your people, the Orcs that roam the plains of middle earth stupidly
waiting for the arrows of our people to separate them from their cursed existence. Hold
your foul tongue and perhaps I shall have pity on you and in my mercy allow my arrow to
separate you from that existence of yours. If you leave now, I might even let you go.
Though the damage you have done to Imladris by your mere presence is no doubt
irrevocable. I'm sure Lord Elrond was going to close off your quarters after you left
anyway. He wouldn't want to risk the sickness of others. But then again, I've heard that
stupidity is only slightly contagious." Legolas was done, and Arwen saw fire in his eyes,
the water had bubbled up and the dam had broken free. It was obvious that Jamill wasn't
going to win a battle of words. Hoping to still avoid the inevitable, Arwen stepped
between them, but Jamill roughly grabbed her wrist and pushed her aside into the
opposite wall of the passageway. He ran at Legolas and punched him with all his might.
Legolas slid back across the unused corridor, sending up a cloud of forgotten dust in his
wake. He might have continued sliding for some time, had his back not suddenly
slammed into the stone wall, roughly aborting his flight. His face was bleeding from the
hit, and his back was aching from the force of the wall. The pain coursing through his
body was great; the rage coursing alongside it was greater.
Well there you go, chapter two. It seemed a lot longer than it was didn't it? That's just because I used ample spacing. Anyway, I want to thank all you reviewers again, and I have a special request for anyone who wants to review again. (Not that I would pressure you to do that or anything.) Please specify what you think I should do about Thranduil. I specifically left him out of this chapter, but I have plans for him in the next one. Just tell me whether you think he should be violent, because it would be easy for me to almost eliminate or to leave that part of the story. Anywho, thanks a lot, especially to Meg (Or Megolas for short.er long). She edited this story. (Any grammatical errors are her fault and JP cannot be held responsible) If you like Harry Potter you can check out her stories under the pen name Megz. -J.P. P.S. Gandalf would kick Dumbledores' @$$! (Damn now I have to give this a PG rating)