Disclaimer: Legolas is not mine. *sob sob* the name Miriel is not either.
Technically. The horses, Ewen, and Melthonaen are though as id the plot.
Middle earth is Tolkien's
Thank you o wonderful Lady Ewen for helping me edit, write, and create *snicker* my stickiness. *bows so that head touches ground*
Chapter Three: Are you a Stalker?
"I'll go check on the horses, my lady," Legolas mumbled, his deep blue eyes not coming up off the ground.
Ewen was practically cackling with suppressed laughter and one look at her face showed that she looked about to exploded. As the back of Legolas's head disappeared among the trees, she danced around hopping from one foot to another happily.
"I KNEW IT!!!! He HAD to have a crush on some one and it HAD to be you!"
"EWEN!" Miriel was blushing a very deep pink. Finally not able to take it anymore she leapt up and started to chase Ewen frantically throughout the clearing.
"Going to *gasp* kill *gasp* you. Get *cough* over here you evil little dwarf!" she panted as she ran.
"I am NOT a dwarf! That would be you, my lady," giggled Ewen with a huge smile.
Miriel fell to the ground coughing, and wheezing hoarsely, while suppressing a shiver.
"Hey, Miriel. Are you all right? Maybe lover boy was right, you don't look so good, Ewen asked in a concerned tone.
Just then Legolas walked out of the tangled trees leading three horses. Larkiel, Piron, and his long, tall, dappled grey, Melomir (it means beloved pearl, and pearl means Megan and Megan is Miriel. I am so smart :)).
A small cloud of dust rose about five hundred feet down the path in front of them. Quick as a deer Legolas ran to help his horse's namesake up from the forest floor and onto to her horse. He and Ewen then leapt onto to their horses and nocked an arrow swiftly, taking the arrows from their quivers. Miriel finally realizing that a party of orcs and goblins were heading towards her drew her sword.
Gwendium was made of Mithril, of metal rarely used by the dwarves because of its cost and because frankly, there was not very much of it. Its blade was long and curved with two points at its end. All of its sides were a deadly sharp. Its crossbar was made of steel, with two carved shooting stars spiraling in to a pommel topped by a large ruby.
Anyways, she spurred her horse forwards with a wheezy war cry, holding one arm aloft as her horse reared in the rays of the rising sun. Then all three horses galloped forward. Miriel, in front of the group, simply ran over the orcs that Ewen and Legolas had shot down. Swinging her sword in deadly circles over her head she speared two orcs on its point and Larkiel jumped down on one.
A part of the raiding party died by Miriel's hand and she quickly dismounted off her horse to kick some ass on foot. With a spin there and a drop there, Miriel turned her fight into a never ending dance. Although, this was one dance that had some flaws. During this dance, Miriel let her guard down slightly during a lull and gave in to yet another fit of hacking coughs. She was so wrapped up in catching her breath that she didn't know that there was another orc behind her until it sliced into her arm, leaving a deep and messy gash from her elbow to her shoulder. She quickly stabbed the orc in the stomach and grasped her arm in pain. Looking around, she spotted Legolas doing fine a few yards away from her and Ewen across the road. Checking to see that it was safe, and noticing that the last few orcs were either retreating or being slain, she went over to Ewen. Limping over a road covered in slain orcs she came to the side of Ewen's horse.
"How many did you get?"
"Eighte-" they were interrupted by Miriel's coughing fit. Miriel slid down to her knees, tears running down her pale face as the cough ripped through her throat.
Legolas leapt of his horse.
"That is IT. You are not fine." He walked slowly over and felt her forehead.
"By the Valar!" he cried, pulling his hand away.
"You are freezing. Get up on Melomir now, we need to get you a healer."
"I'm fine," she said quietly, walking over to her horse. She put her foot in the stirrup and painstakingly levered herself onto Larkiel's back. Larkiel shifted, knowing something was wrong with her master and turned to glare at Legolas and Melomir reproachfully.
"Yes, yes, I know," he muttered as Miriel swayed dizzily in her saddle.
Legolas ran over to her and caught her carefully in his arms as she fell. She glared at him, and then sighed. She had no way out.
"Evil elf. I am perfectly fine. Well my arm hurts but.." she muttered under her breath. Legolas rolled his eyes sarcastically and lifted her onto Melomir's back. Larkiel walked off into the forest to most likely eat and eat and get really fat.
Swinging himself up behind her he felt her body muscles get as taught as the string on his bow. Ewen just sat smiling and looking very pleased with her matching making skills. But a thread of doubt wormed its way into her mind. Why is there not someone for me? She asked herself silently, sadness clouding her eyes. She shook her head as if the rid herself of the stupid thoughts. But doubts still clung to her mind.
"My lady," Legolas whispered into Miriel's ear. "If you intend to ride like this for the rest of the day it will do you more harm than help." Miriel repressed a shiver, but was forced to agree with elf's logic. 'I cannot-I WILL not let this happen now. Never.' Cold waves of fear washed over her.
"Sleep, if you can. You need it."
"SLEEP? You really know not of what you speak."
"She is right, brother dear. She is plagued by waking nightmares, and so she cannot sleep for fear of getting caught in them and not being able to return," said Ewen sadly as they rode onward.
"You seemed well enough last night, my lady," Legolas said softly.
"I felt...something keeping watch over me. Like a beacon of light pushing away the darkness." Her eyes clouded over with puzzlement. "You.I dreamt you."
"Yes. Hush, sleep now."
"Sleep. I don't need to sleep. I am not tired and definitely not in the mood for nightmares again."
"You need your rest milady." "No I do not."
"Yes you most definitely do."
"I am fine. How do you think I lived all these years if I wasn't?"
"Did you have pneumonia all those two thousand twenty three years?"
"How do you know how old I am? Are you stalking me? Well no I didn't have a cold, but-"
"So SHUT UP and sleep!"
"You Shu-" Ewen's bell like laughter rang across the forest.
"You two are so cute. You are arguing like a little married couple."
Miriel turned and glared daggers at her.
"You little bitc-" She stopped herself and made an annoyed noise in the back of her throat. Legolas just had a small smile forming on his lips. Seeing his face Ewen just cracked up.
"Whatever. Good night." Miriel's eyes misted over and she relaxed against Legolas. He smiled and bent his head down, smelling her hair happily. Pulling her closer to him, he sighed. ' This feels right. She's so close.' He could almost kiss her lips, her perfect lips. He leaned forward, but pulled away. 'This is not fair to her,' he thought. 'She is so afraid. But why? I could never hurt her, never.' His heart swelled painfully. He cleared his head of these thoughts and rested his chin on the top of his love's head.
Ewen watched it all in silence thinking to herself. 'He really has fallen for her,' she thought. 'Poor brother. She has hidden away her heart and built a fortress around, she is so afraid of being hurt. And yet.... There is always hope,' she thought will a small smile. 'Even for me.'
They pulled their horses up in front of the healers wing. Leaping off their horses, Legolas gathered Miriel in his arms and carried her away. Running lightly through out the halls he found Melthonaen.
"Please, Melthonaen," he begged with a pleading look in his eyes. "Help her. She is terribly ill." Melthonaen nodded and walked into a small room, Legolas following her footsteps. Looking behind him, he could see a trail of blood marking their progress. Alarmed, he checked her over to see what was causing it and found a nasty gash on the outside of her left forearm. 'She let it go without treating it! And I didn't notice it! How could I be so unobservant and she so foolish.' He set Miriel down upon the small bed and turned to Melthonaen for help.
She leaned down gracefully and felt Miriel's forehead. Her _expression grew troubled and she hurriedly checked Miriels pulse.
"We will do what we can. She may yet live." "Is it that serious?" Melthonaen nodded. Legolas's face fell. "Please, put her in a dreamless sleep. You may not understand but it is of utmost importance to her health." He kissed Miriel's forehead and walked out.
"I will try to save you," Melthonaen murmured. "For his sake."
Legolas paced worriedly throughout the gardens surrounding his home. 'She must not die. She cannot. She is my sole reason for living, my light guiding me through the darkness.'
"There seems to be something weighing your mind down brother." Ewen padded to his side. "Please do tell me."
Legolas hesitated. "I-well-sh-she cannot die. I could not bear it. I love her, yet she fears me so. Why?" he said sadly looking up with tear filled eyes.
Ewen sighed. "Fear, brother. Fear. It imprisons her within herself, binding her to lonliness and doubt. She fears love. She fears being hurt. It would break her heart beyond repair. Our guiding star would fall from the sky, our savoir would be lost."
"I would never hurt her. I cannot. It is beyond my strength. I.I wish to help her.To save her from this darkness she surrounds herself in. I wish to tell her of my love for her but I fear.rejection. Yet I cannot love her from afar any longer. Help, sister. Help me."
Thank you o wonderful Lady Ewen for helping me edit, write, and create *snicker* my stickiness. *bows so that head touches ground*
Chapter Three: Are you a Stalker?
"I'll go check on the horses, my lady," Legolas mumbled, his deep blue eyes not coming up off the ground.
Ewen was practically cackling with suppressed laughter and one look at her face showed that she looked about to exploded. As the back of Legolas's head disappeared among the trees, she danced around hopping from one foot to another happily.
"I KNEW IT!!!! He HAD to have a crush on some one and it HAD to be you!"
"EWEN!" Miriel was blushing a very deep pink. Finally not able to take it anymore she leapt up and started to chase Ewen frantically throughout the clearing.
"Going to *gasp* kill *gasp* you. Get *cough* over here you evil little dwarf!" she panted as she ran.
"I am NOT a dwarf! That would be you, my lady," giggled Ewen with a huge smile.
Miriel fell to the ground coughing, and wheezing hoarsely, while suppressing a shiver.
"Hey, Miriel. Are you all right? Maybe lover boy was right, you don't look so good, Ewen asked in a concerned tone.
Just then Legolas walked out of the tangled trees leading three horses. Larkiel, Piron, and his long, tall, dappled grey, Melomir (it means beloved pearl, and pearl means Megan and Megan is Miriel. I am so smart :)).
A small cloud of dust rose about five hundred feet down the path in front of them. Quick as a deer Legolas ran to help his horse's namesake up from the forest floor and onto to her horse. He and Ewen then leapt onto to their horses and nocked an arrow swiftly, taking the arrows from their quivers. Miriel finally realizing that a party of orcs and goblins were heading towards her drew her sword.
Gwendium was made of Mithril, of metal rarely used by the dwarves because of its cost and because frankly, there was not very much of it. Its blade was long and curved with two points at its end. All of its sides were a deadly sharp. Its crossbar was made of steel, with two carved shooting stars spiraling in to a pommel topped by a large ruby.
Anyways, she spurred her horse forwards with a wheezy war cry, holding one arm aloft as her horse reared in the rays of the rising sun. Then all three horses galloped forward. Miriel, in front of the group, simply ran over the orcs that Ewen and Legolas had shot down. Swinging her sword in deadly circles over her head she speared two orcs on its point and Larkiel jumped down on one.
A part of the raiding party died by Miriel's hand and she quickly dismounted off her horse to kick some ass on foot. With a spin there and a drop there, Miriel turned her fight into a never ending dance. Although, this was one dance that had some flaws. During this dance, Miriel let her guard down slightly during a lull and gave in to yet another fit of hacking coughs. She was so wrapped up in catching her breath that she didn't know that there was another orc behind her until it sliced into her arm, leaving a deep and messy gash from her elbow to her shoulder. She quickly stabbed the orc in the stomach and grasped her arm in pain. Looking around, she spotted Legolas doing fine a few yards away from her and Ewen across the road. Checking to see that it was safe, and noticing that the last few orcs were either retreating or being slain, she went over to Ewen. Limping over a road covered in slain orcs she came to the side of Ewen's horse.
"How many did you get?"
"Eighte-" they were interrupted by Miriel's coughing fit. Miriel slid down to her knees, tears running down her pale face as the cough ripped through her throat.
Legolas leapt of his horse.
"That is IT. You are not fine." He walked slowly over and felt her forehead.
"By the Valar!" he cried, pulling his hand away.
"You are freezing. Get up on Melomir now, we need to get you a healer."
"I'm fine," she said quietly, walking over to her horse. She put her foot in the stirrup and painstakingly levered herself onto Larkiel's back. Larkiel shifted, knowing something was wrong with her master and turned to glare at Legolas and Melomir reproachfully.
"Yes, yes, I know," he muttered as Miriel swayed dizzily in her saddle.
Legolas ran over to her and caught her carefully in his arms as she fell. She glared at him, and then sighed. She had no way out.
"Evil elf. I am perfectly fine. Well my arm hurts but.." she muttered under her breath. Legolas rolled his eyes sarcastically and lifted her onto Melomir's back. Larkiel walked off into the forest to most likely eat and eat and get really fat.
Swinging himself up behind her he felt her body muscles get as taught as the string on his bow. Ewen just sat smiling and looking very pleased with her matching making skills. But a thread of doubt wormed its way into her mind. Why is there not someone for me? She asked herself silently, sadness clouding her eyes. She shook her head as if the rid herself of the stupid thoughts. But doubts still clung to her mind.
"My lady," Legolas whispered into Miriel's ear. "If you intend to ride like this for the rest of the day it will do you more harm than help." Miriel repressed a shiver, but was forced to agree with elf's logic. 'I cannot-I WILL not let this happen now. Never.' Cold waves of fear washed over her.
"Sleep, if you can. You need it."
"SLEEP? You really know not of what you speak."
"She is right, brother dear. She is plagued by waking nightmares, and so she cannot sleep for fear of getting caught in them and not being able to return," said Ewen sadly as they rode onward.
"You seemed well enough last night, my lady," Legolas said softly.
"I felt...something keeping watch over me. Like a beacon of light pushing away the darkness." Her eyes clouded over with puzzlement. "You.I dreamt you."
"Yes. Hush, sleep now."
"Sleep. I don't need to sleep. I am not tired and definitely not in the mood for nightmares again."
"You need your rest milady." "No I do not."
"Yes you most definitely do."
"I am fine. How do you think I lived all these years if I wasn't?"
"Did you have pneumonia all those two thousand twenty three years?"
"How do you know how old I am? Are you stalking me? Well no I didn't have a cold, but-"
"So SHUT UP and sleep!"
"You Shu-" Ewen's bell like laughter rang across the forest.
"You two are so cute. You are arguing like a little married couple."
Miriel turned and glared daggers at her.
"You little bitc-" She stopped herself and made an annoyed noise in the back of her throat. Legolas just had a small smile forming on his lips. Seeing his face Ewen just cracked up.
"Whatever. Good night." Miriel's eyes misted over and she relaxed against Legolas. He smiled and bent his head down, smelling her hair happily. Pulling her closer to him, he sighed. ' This feels right. She's so close.' He could almost kiss her lips, her perfect lips. He leaned forward, but pulled away. 'This is not fair to her,' he thought. 'She is so afraid. But why? I could never hurt her, never.' His heart swelled painfully. He cleared his head of these thoughts and rested his chin on the top of his love's head.
Ewen watched it all in silence thinking to herself. 'He really has fallen for her,' she thought. 'Poor brother. She has hidden away her heart and built a fortress around, she is so afraid of being hurt. And yet.... There is always hope,' she thought will a small smile. 'Even for me.'
They pulled their horses up in front of the healers wing. Leaping off their horses, Legolas gathered Miriel in his arms and carried her away. Running lightly through out the halls he found Melthonaen.
"Please, Melthonaen," he begged with a pleading look in his eyes. "Help her. She is terribly ill." Melthonaen nodded and walked into a small room, Legolas following her footsteps. Looking behind him, he could see a trail of blood marking their progress. Alarmed, he checked her over to see what was causing it and found a nasty gash on the outside of her left forearm. 'She let it go without treating it! And I didn't notice it! How could I be so unobservant and she so foolish.' He set Miriel down upon the small bed and turned to Melthonaen for help.
She leaned down gracefully and felt Miriel's forehead. Her _expression grew troubled and she hurriedly checked Miriels pulse.
"We will do what we can. She may yet live." "Is it that serious?" Melthonaen nodded. Legolas's face fell. "Please, put her in a dreamless sleep. You may not understand but it is of utmost importance to her health." He kissed Miriel's forehead and walked out.
"I will try to save you," Melthonaen murmured. "For his sake."
Legolas paced worriedly throughout the gardens surrounding his home. 'She must not die. She cannot. She is my sole reason for living, my light guiding me through the darkness.'
"There seems to be something weighing your mind down brother." Ewen padded to his side. "Please do tell me."
Legolas hesitated. "I-well-sh-she cannot die. I could not bear it. I love her, yet she fears me so. Why?" he said sadly looking up with tear filled eyes.
Ewen sighed. "Fear, brother. Fear. It imprisons her within herself, binding her to lonliness and doubt. She fears love. She fears being hurt. It would break her heart beyond repair. Our guiding star would fall from the sky, our savoir would be lost."
"I would never hurt her. I cannot. It is beyond my strength. I.I wish to help her.To save her from this darkness she surrounds herself in. I wish to tell her of my love for her but I fear.rejection. Yet I cannot love her from afar any longer. Help, sister. Help me."