I hope you all are having a good time back in school (and if you're not in
school yet then I envy you.)
Matchmaking
Three weeks had passed since Tawny and Legolas' first lesson. Legolas was a slow learner to be sure, and required much attention from Tawny. Constantly she was correcting him in certain areas. His most recent problem had been with the way in which he was to carry himself around women. Was it good to carry a bow on one's back if one had just gotten in from hunting?
"Not unless you want to look cocky." Tawny rolled her eyes. "But if you want to attract doting she-elves then be my guest. Chances are you'll be fighting them off with a stick if you do choose to carry it on your back."
At this Legolas chuckled, and then took the bow off of his back. "As you say, Lady Tawny."
These three weeks had certainly been a learning experience. Legolas could honestly say he was in love with the little human and her strange ways. But for all her strange ways she was also wise, a quality he admired greatly in women.
Tawny chose that moment to interrupt his thoughts. "Legolas?"
At the sound of his name he turned attentively to her. "Hmm?"
"It's nearing nighttime, and we have yet to eat anything today." Her stomach growled in agreement. She blushed and curled her arm over it in an embarrassed fashion. Hearing it, Legolas stood and eliminated the distance between them. Teasingly he bent down to her height, and at that she swatted him playfully on the forearm.
"So are you saying you are hungry?" he asked, acting as though he was clueless.
"Famished!" She responded in earnest.
"Then to the kitchens we shall go." He offered her his arm, which she took amicably.
He led her through the maze of corridors, making sure to not pass near any she-elves in the process. His father seemed to have alerted them all that it was their duty to see the prince married, and each time Legolas got alone with one he was contantly treated as some sort of leaning device. He could still hear their high, melodic voices now.
"Oh, Prince Legolas!"
Oh shoot, that wasn't just his head. Tawny too had turned at the sound and looked down the hall to see a particularly gorgeous she-elf running towards him. At the look on Legolas face she whispered to him. "Go hide. I'll handle this."
The she-elf finally reached Tawny, and looked around confusedly. "Was Prince Legolas not here a moment ago?"
"No, I cannot say he was." Tawny smiled to her. "Though he may have been, I don't really know."
"You don't know?" the other character looked at Tawny with wide eyes.
"Well, yes. It is your dream after all."
"My dream?" The poor elf was now blinking rapidly, trying to understand exactly what Tawny was saying. Legolas, from his position behind a tapestry, could see the whole goings-on, tried not to laugh out loud at the scene.
"You are dreaming, madame." Tawny assured her. "I think perhaps you may have wandered down the wrong path in your dream. Do not worry. If you go back to your room and lie down you will awake and understand it all." The girl took her arm and turned her around gently. "Now go." She said softly. "And you will understand." The she elf nodded dolefully and walked away.
When her footsteps could be heard no more, Legolas stepped out from behind the tapestry. Both looking at each other, they burst out laughing.
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"Fascinating." Legolas said out loud, and turned to look at Tawny.
"What is?" she asked, sidling up to him. Tawny folded her arms across her chest, and cocked her head to the side as she looked at him inquisitively.
"There is an archery competition among the younger soldiers of Mirkwood in three day's time."
"That's great!" Tawny jumped up once, much to the surprise of Legolas. He took a step back and gave her a look.
"Why is that?" He asked worriedly, wondering what the muses in her head were telling her to do at the moment.
"Well..." she took a step towards him, her eyes gleaming. Legolas shut his own for a moment, and then looked down at her once more. "You could ask Ameth to the event."
He let out a disappointed sigh, which the observant human did not miss. "Oh, I see."
"What could possibly be wrong?" she asked, exasperated. Getting those two together was proving more difficult than she had thought.
To save himself, the prince of Mirkwood smiled down at her in what he hoped was a gracious manner. "Nothing, mellon." His voice rang in his ears. It sounded hollow to him. But then, she wasn't an elf, so perhaps she wouldn't notice.
At times, there are certain things one must choose to ignore when having a conversation with others. Tawny Wethyn knew that his tone of voice was one of them. If he really wanted to discuss it with her he would have brought it up himself. "Alright, then." With that she turned him around in the same fashion she had with the she-elf whom she had convinced was but dreaming, and gave him a rough shove, knowing it would do little to affect him. "Now I do think you should go and ask her to the event."
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And ask her he did. Though it was not in the fashion Tawny would have applauded. Instead the two spent half an hour planning how to keep away from each other during the event. How ironic that they were supposed to be attracted to one another, and yet in secret were planning ways to avoid one another.
When the plan had been laid down, each said their goodbyes, Ameth promising to look excited when she talked to the little human matchmaker about the competition and her companion to the event.
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"He has asked me!" Tawny turned from her vanity where she had been looking for a brush to see Ameth standing in the center of the room.
"That is wonderful, Ameth." Tawny smiled brightly to her.
Ameth casually strolled her to her bed, and sat down gracefully. "Has anyone asked you to the competition."
Tawny's smile froze as she heard the question. She hadn't thought about getting asked to the event. Now she would have to go alone. Well, she had done it back in high school, she could do it now. "No, no one has asked me." She replied calmly. Ameth saw the look in her eyes, and sighed.
"I am sorry." Sincerely she spoke, and then stood. "If you will excuse me, I must be going."
"Oh, yes." The girl waved her friend away. "Congratulations." A genuine smile was on her face, and Ameth smiled back.
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"We have a problem." The first words Legolas heard as Ameth burst through the door confused him greatly.
"A problem?"
"Tawny has no one to accompany her to the competition." Ameth took the seat Legolas was offering her, and sat up straight in it. While she was an impressive young elf, she was still an elf, and did seem quite apart from the situation.
He stood, and walked to the fire, "Well then we will find her one."
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It would have been easier to find an ogre a companion to the event than to find the poor human one. If Tawny had known how Ameth and Legolas were going about finding her a companion, it would have greatly embarrassed her. Besides, Tawny needed no help.
Because the two had been so busy trying to find someone, they had not spoken to Tawny for a day. And within a day in mortal time, quite a lot can happen.
Hamasen approached Tawny while she was walking through the maze of corridors down to the library. It may have been filled with books in a language she could not understand, but there was something comforting about it's warmth. He took hold of her elbow gently, and she whirled to face whomever it was that might be behind her.
"Remember me?" he asked gently, and she nodded. Pulling her arm from his grasp, she smiled to him.
"Hamasen. How are you?" she asked easily. He smiled right back at her.
"I am wonderful Lady Tawny, now that I have found you."
"And what is it that would be so wonderful about finding me?" She asked, quite amused. Hamasen was a rather attractive man, and to receive his attention felt somewhat honoring.
"I was hoping to ask you if I might accompany you to the archery competition." Hamasen shifted his feet slightly so he was leaning closer to her.
"I would enjoy it very much." Tawny's smile became a grin.
"Then I suppose I shall meet you at the door to your chambers in two day's time."
"I suppose you shall." The two gave each other conspiratorial looks, and then nodded, going their separate ways.
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On the day of the archery competion, Tawny, on the arm of Hamasen, walked past Ameth and Legolas. Both were walking together, though Ameth was not on Legolas' arm. Both turned to each other, and were not surprised to find their jaws practically touching the ground in shock. This was not going according to plan at all.
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AN: Hmm, looks like Legolas and Ameth are going to have to change their plans around a bit.
And, a sneak peek at chapter 7:
The crowd cheered about them, but neither Legolas nor Ameth were paying attention. Neither was Tawny, for that matter. Her eyes were locked on the two elves. Out of sight of most other elves, the two were kissing rather deeply. Pulling away from Hamasen (who was shocked to find her suddenly leaving his side) Tawny ran from the competition grounds. Legolas looked up just in time to see a short figure clad in blue rushing past them. To his dismay he noticed that she seemed to be crying.
Matchmaking
Three weeks had passed since Tawny and Legolas' first lesson. Legolas was a slow learner to be sure, and required much attention from Tawny. Constantly she was correcting him in certain areas. His most recent problem had been with the way in which he was to carry himself around women. Was it good to carry a bow on one's back if one had just gotten in from hunting?
"Not unless you want to look cocky." Tawny rolled her eyes. "But if you want to attract doting she-elves then be my guest. Chances are you'll be fighting them off with a stick if you do choose to carry it on your back."
At this Legolas chuckled, and then took the bow off of his back. "As you say, Lady Tawny."
These three weeks had certainly been a learning experience. Legolas could honestly say he was in love with the little human and her strange ways. But for all her strange ways she was also wise, a quality he admired greatly in women.
Tawny chose that moment to interrupt his thoughts. "Legolas?"
At the sound of his name he turned attentively to her. "Hmm?"
"It's nearing nighttime, and we have yet to eat anything today." Her stomach growled in agreement. She blushed and curled her arm over it in an embarrassed fashion. Hearing it, Legolas stood and eliminated the distance between them. Teasingly he bent down to her height, and at that she swatted him playfully on the forearm.
"So are you saying you are hungry?" he asked, acting as though he was clueless.
"Famished!" She responded in earnest.
"Then to the kitchens we shall go." He offered her his arm, which she took amicably.
He led her through the maze of corridors, making sure to not pass near any she-elves in the process. His father seemed to have alerted them all that it was their duty to see the prince married, and each time Legolas got alone with one he was contantly treated as some sort of leaning device. He could still hear their high, melodic voices now.
"Oh, Prince Legolas!"
Oh shoot, that wasn't just his head. Tawny too had turned at the sound and looked down the hall to see a particularly gorgeous she-elf running towards him. At the look on Legolas face she whispered to him. "Go hide. I'll handle this."
The she-elf finally reached Tawny, and looked around confusedly. "Was Prince Legolas not here a moment ago?"
"No, I cannot say he was." Tawny smiled to her. "Though he may have been, I don't really know."
"You don't know?" the other character looked at Tawny with wide eyes.
"Well, yes. It is your dream after all."
"My dream?" The poor elf was now blinking rapidly, trying to understand exactly what Tawny was saying. Legolas, from his position behind a tapestry, could see the whole goings-on, tried not to laugh out loud at the scene.
"You are dreaming, madame." Tawny assured her. "I think perhaps you may have wandered down the wrong path in your dream. Do not worry. If you go back to your room and lie down you will awake and understand it all." The girl took her arm and turned her around gently. "Now go." She said softly. "And you will understand." The she elf nodded dolefully and walked away.
When her footsteps could be heard no more, Legolas stepped out from behind the tapestry. Both looking at each other, they burst out laughing.
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"Fascinating." Legolas said out loud, and turned to look at Tawny.
"What is?" she asked, sidling up to him. Tawny folded her arms across her chest, and cocked her head to the side as she looked at him inquisitively.
"There is an archery competition among the younger soldiers of Mirkwood in three day's time."
"That's great!" Tawny jumped up once, much to the surprise of Legolas. He took a step back and gave her a look.
"Why is that?" He asked worriedly, wondering what the muses in her head were telling her to do at the moment.
"Well..." she took a step towards him, her eyes gleaming. Legolas shut his own for a moment, and then looked down at her once more. "You could ask Ameth to the event."
He let out a disappointed sigh, which the observant human did not miss. "Oh, I see."
"What could possibly be wrong?" she asked, exasperated. Getting those two together was proving more difficult than she had thought.
To save himself, the prince of Mirkwood smiled down at her in what he hoped was a gracious manner. "Nothing, mellon." His voice rang in his ears. It sounded hollow to him. But then, she wasn't an elf, so perhaps she wouldn't notice.
At times, there are certain things one must choose to ignore when having a conversation with others. Tawny Wethyn knew that his tone of voice was one of them. If he really wanted to discuss it with her he would have brought it up himself. "Alright, then." With that she turned him around in the same fashion she had with the she-elf whom she had convinced was but dreaming, and gave him a rough shove, knowing it would do little to affect him. "Now I do think you should go and ask her to the event."
******
And ask her he did. Though it was not in the fashion Tawny would have applauded. Instead the two spent half an hour planning how to keep away from each other during the event. How ironic that they were supposed to be attracted to one another, and yet in secret were planning ways to avoid one another.
When the plan had been laid down, each said their goodbyes, Ameth promising to look excited when she talked to the little human matchmaker about the competition and her companion to the event.
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"He has asked me!" Tawny turned from her vanity where she had been looking for a brush to see Ameth standing in the center of the room.
"That is wonderful, Ameth." Tawny smiled brightly to her.
Ameth casually strolled her to her bed, and sat down gracefully. "Has anyone asked you to the competition."
Tawny's smile froze as she heard the question. She hadn't thought about getting asked to the event. Now she would have to go alone. Well, she had done it back in high school, she could do it now. "No, no one has asked me." She replied calmly. Ameth saw the look in her eyes, and sighed.
"I am sorry." Sincerely she spoke, and then stood. "If you will excuse me, I must be going."
"Oh, yes." The girl waved her friend away. "Congratulations." A genuine smile was on her face, and Ameth smiled back.
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"We have a problem." The first words Legolas heard as Ameth burst through the door confused him greatly.
"A problem?"
"Tawny has no one to accompany her to the competition." Ameth took the seat Legolas was offering her, and sat up straight in it. While she was an impressive young elf, she was still an elf, and did seem quite apart from the situation.
He stood, and walked to the fire, "Well then we will find her one."
******
It would have been easier to find an ogre a companion to the event than to find the poor human one. If Tawny had known how Ameth and Legolas were going about finding her a companion, it would have greatly embarrassed her. Besides, Tawny needed no help.
Because the two had been so busy trying to find someone, they had not spoken to Tawny for a day. And within a day in mortal time, quite a lot can happen.
Hamasen approached Tawny while she was walking through the maze of corridors down to the library. It may have been filled with books in a language she could not understand, but there was something comforting about it's warmth. He took hold of her elbow gently, and she whirled to face whomever it was that might be behind her.
"Remember me?" he asked gently, and she nodded. Pulling her arm from his grasp, she smiled to him.
"Hamasen. How are you?" she asked easily. He smiled right back at her.
"I am wonderful Lady Tawny, now that I have found you."
"And what is it that would be so wonderful about finding me?" She asked, quite amused. Hamasen was a rather attractive man, and to receive his attention felt somewhat honoring.
"I was hoping to ask you if I might accompany you to the archery competition." Hamasen shifted his feet slightly so he was leaning closer to her.
"I would enjoy it very much." Tawny's smile became a grin.
"Then I suppose I shall meet you at the door to your chambers in two day's time."
"I suppose you shall." The two gave each other conspiratorial looks, and then nodded, going their separate ways.
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On the day of the archery competion, Tawny, on the arm of Hamasen, walked past Ameth and Legolas. Both were walking together, though Ameth was not on Legolas' arm. Both turned to each other, and were not surprised to find their jaws practically touching the ground in shock. This was not going according to plan at all.
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AN: Hmm, looks like Legolas and Ameth are going to have to change their plans around a bit.
And, a sneak peek at chapter 7:
The crowd cheered about them, but neither Legolas nor Ameth were paying attention. Neither was Tawny, for that matter. Her eyes were locked on the two elves. Out of sight of most other elves, the two were kissing rather deeply. Pulling away from Hamasen (who was shocked to find her suddenly leaving his side) Tawny ran from the competition grounds. Legolas looked up just in time to see a short figure clad in blue rushing past them. To his dismay he noticed that she seemed to be crying.
