A/N: I am NOT discontinuing the story! yay! I've just been really busy lately, but since I'm on spring break, I decided to write a new chapter! here ya go! Enjoy!
Bright sunlight peeked through Gwenyth's closed eyelids. Letting out a soft groan, she forced her self to a sitting position. Dizziness fell over her, forcing her to lay back down.
"Do not move, Princess. You suffered from quite a fall!" she heard Gimli say, walking into the room. "You gave your father quite a scare! What a little fighter you are!" he laughed, leaving again. She slightly raised her pounding head when she heard some one enter her room again. This time is was her father.
"Gwenyth! Thank goodness you're okay! Now I can beat you senseless! Never disobey me again young lady! I do things for your own good, not against you! If I tell you to stay in your room it's because I am afraid of what exactly happened today! You were almost killed!" he said in one long breath, all the while holding Gwenyth.
"I'm so sorry father! I never meant to cause you such worry! I just wanted to prove myself. I'm tired of being a princess! I'm tired of being treated like porcelain! I can handle myself!" Gwenyth sighed, pulling away. "Who saved me?" she asked reluctantly.
"Legolas. He knew it was you from the start, so he followed you. When you fell, he came to your aid. You're lucky he noticed or you would be dead." he answered standing up. "Do you wish to see him?"
"Yes." she answered through clenched teeth. Anger coursed through her. He had followed her! How DARE he!
"Princess? I see you're feeling better." Legolas said, smiling as he entered. He sat down on the edge of her bed. She threw him a death glare.
"How dare you follow me! I can handle myself! I know how to fight! Why does everyone think that just because I am a princess I can't handle myself! I had it under control!" she yelled, sitting up tall.
"Well obviously you didn't because I had to stop that orc from killing you! You had nothing under control. Princess, I suggest you learn what you can and cannot do before you end up dead!" he countered, standing up and walking to the door.
"Quit calling me princess and do NOT tell me what I can and cannot do! I know my weaknesses and strengths better than you! Now get OUT!" she yelled, throwing her covers off and attempting to stand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." he said, raising his eyebrows.
"I will do what I wish!" she said defiantly, standing. No sooner had she said this, she fell not so gracefully to the floor. Legolas moved to help her, but she stopped him. "No! I am fine! Just get out!" Legolas let a slight chuckle escape, but left quickly when she gave him a cold glare.
She hoisted herself back onto the bed and sat there for a few minutes. Her anger had subsided, but she still felt the frustrated.
"I can do ANYTHING around here!" she thought, resting her head on her palm. "I have to get out of here!" she said out loud, this time crawling slowly out of bed. She walked to her dresser and sifted through it gently. She found a simple white dress and quickly through it on. She pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and pulled on her slippers. Grabbing her cloak, she eased the door open and poked her head outside. No one was around. Quickly, she jumped out the door and quietly tore down the hall. Once outside, she looked for her horse, but Annabelle was no where to be found.
"Princess? Aren't you supposed to be resting?" a guard asked, coming around the left corner.
"I just felt like going for a ride. Now, where is my horse?" she asked, standing taller.
"Have you not been informed? Princess, Annabelle was killed in the battle. Just after you fell. I am sorry. I thought for sure your father would tell you." the guard said quietly, before walking away. Tears formed in Gwenyth's eyes. Annabelle, her first horse. She had had her since she was five.
"How could I have been so stupid?" she cried, falling to her knees. "I put my best friend in danger and caused her death! This is all my fault!" Tears ran quickly down her flushed cheeks. Pushing herself from the ground, she did the only thing she knew to do. Run. She sprinted down the path and into the forest. She could hear yelling behind her and knew they had seen her run. "I have to get away from here!" she thought, pushing herself to run faster. Trees whizzed by her as she ran, drowning out the sound of the yelling behind her. Her breathing came in short gasps as she ran even faster. The harsh wind whipped at her face, pushing her tears back. Finally, she became tired and worn, so she stopped to rest at a huge tree. Leaning against the tree, she tried to catch her breath.
"Smart move, Princess." she heard a voice above her say in a teasing voice. "You are quite easy to catch up with."
"Haven't I told you to stop calling me Princess?" she countered, gasping still for breath.
"Yes, you have, but that doesn't mean I've listened." Legolas laughed, jumping out of the tree to her side. "Why did you run?" he asked, looking into her eyes. Tears began to form again. She fell to her knees again, tired and crying, she was unable to stand.
"Annabelle, my beloved horse, whom I have had since I was young, is dead because of me and my foolishness. I cannot stay here where so many memories reside to remind me of my mistake!" she cried, not facing Legolas. He moved to hug her, but she stopped him. "Let me go. If you force me back I will only run again. Nothing can keep me here!" Legolas thought for a moment, before standing up.
"Fine, I will not force you back." he said. She looked at him appraisingly, surprised he had agreed. She had expected an argument of some sort. "On one condition though." There it was. The argument she was waiting for. "You let me go with you."
"Oh no no no! You are not going with me! I refuse to let you! Turn around and go back to the palace! Go! NOW!" she yelled, pointing in the direction of Rivendell, tears still lingering on her cheeks.
"No. You have a choice. Either I force you back, or I go with you. Take your pick." he said defiantly. She let out a growl of frustration. Pulling herself up, she walked up to Legolas until they were face to face.
"Fine! Go with me, but I promise to make it hell for you!" she growled before turning around and walking deeper into the forest.
"Great! I can't wait." he said, smiling triumphantly, following her.
"This is going to be a long trip." she thought, scowling.
Bright sunlight peeked through Gwenyth's closed eyelids. Letting out a soft groan, she forced her self to a sitting position. Dizziness fell over her, forcing her to lay back down.
"Do not move, Princess. You suffered from quite a fall!" she heard Gimli say, walking into the room. "You gave your father quite a scare! What a little fighter you are!" he laughed, leaving again. She slightly raised her pounding head when she heard some one enter her room again. This time is was her father.
"Gwenyth! Thank goodness you're okay! Now I can beat you senseless! Never disobey me again young lady! I do things for your own good, not against you! If I tell you to stay in your room it's because I am afraid of what exactly happened today! You were almost killed!" he said in one long breath, all the while holding Gwenyth.
"I'm so sorry father! I never meant to cause you such worry! I just wanted to prove myself. I'm tired of being a princess! I'm tired of being treated like porcelain! I can handle myself!" Gwenyth sighed, pulling away. "Who saved me?" she asked reluctantly.
"Legolas. He knew it was you from the start, so he followed you. When you fell, he came to your aid. You're lucky he noticed or you would be dead." he answered standing up. "Do you wish to see him?"
"Yes." she answered through clenched teeth. Anger coursed through her. He had followed her! How DARE he!
"Princess? I see you're feeling better." Legolas said, smiling as he entered. He sat down on the edge of her bed. She threw him a death glare.
"How dare you follow me! I can handle myself! I know how to fight! Why does everyone think that just because I am a princess I can't handle myself! I had it under control!" she yelled, sitting up tall.
"Well obviously you didn't because I had to stop that orc from killing you! You had nothing under control. Princess, I suggest you learn what you can and cannot do before you end up dead!" he countered, standing up and walking to the door.
"Quit calling me princess and do NOT tell me what I can and cannot do! I know my weaknesses and strengths better than you! Now get OUT!" she yelled, throwing her covers off and attempting to stand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." he said, raising his eyebrows.
"I will do what I wish!" she said defiantly, standing. No sooner had she said this, she fell not so gracefully to the floor. Legolas moved to help her, but she stopped him. "No! I am fine! Just get out!" Legolas let a slight chuckle escape, but left quickly when she gave him a cold glare.
She hoisted herself back onto the bed and sat there for a few minutes. Her anger had subsided, but she still felt the frustrated.
"I can do ANYTHING around here!" she thought, resting her head on her palm. "I have to get out of here!" she said out loud, this time crawling slowly out of bed. She walked to her dresser and sifted through it gently. She found a simple white dress and quickly through it on. She pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and pulled on her slippers. Grabbing her cloak, she eased the door open and poked her head outside. No one was around. Quickly, she jumped out the door and quietly tore down the hall. Once outside, she looked for her horse, but Annabelle was no where to be found.
"Princess? Aren't you supposed to be resting?" a guard asked, coming around the left corner.
"I just felt like going for a ride. Now, where is my horse?" she asked, standing taller.
"Have you not been informed? Princess, Annabelle was killed in the battle. Just after you fell. I am sorry. I thought for sure your father would tell you." the guard said quietly, before walking away. Tears formed in Gwenyth's eyes. Annabelle, her first horse. She had had her since she was five.
"How could I have been so stupid?" she cried, falling to her knees. "I put my best friend in danger and caused her death! This is all my fault!" Tears ran quickly down her flushed cheeks. Pushing herself from the ground, she did the only thing she knew to do. Run. She sprinted down the path and into the forest. She could hear yelling behind her and knew they had seen her run. "I have to get away from here!" she thought, pushing herself to run faster. Trees whizzed by her as she ran, drowning out the sound of the yelling behind her. Her breathing came in short gasps as she ran even faster. The harsh wind whipped at her face, pushing her tears back. Finally, she became tired and worn, so she stopped to rest at a huge tree. Leaning against the tree, she tried to catch her breath.
"Smart move, Princess." she heard a voice above her say in a teasing voice. "You are quite easy to catch up with."
"Haven't I told you to stop calling me Princess?" she countered, gasping still for breath.
"Yes, you have, but that doesn't mean I've listened." Legolas laughed, jumping out of the tree to her side. "Why did you run?" he asked, looking into her eyes. Tears began to form again. She fell to her knees again, tired and crying, she was unable to stand.
"Annabelle, my beloved horse, whom I have had since I was young, is dead because of me and my foolishness. I cannot stay here where so many memories reside to remind me of my mistake!" she cried, not facing Legolas. He moved to hug her, but she stopped him. "Let me go. If you force me back I will only run again. Nothing can keep me here!" Legolas thought for a moment, before standing up.
"Fine, I will not force you back." he said. She looked at him appraisingly, surprised he had agreed. She had expected an argument of some sort. "On one condition though." There it was. The argument she was waiting for. "You let me go with you."
"Oh no no no! You are not going with me! I refuse to let you! Turn around and go back to the palace! Go! NOW!" she yelled, pointing in the direction of Rivendell, tears still lingering on her cheeks.
"No. You have a choice. Either I force you back, or I go with you. Take your pick." he said defiantly. She let out a growl of frustration. Pulling herself up, she walked up to Legolas until they were face to face.
"Fine! Go with me, but I promise to make it hell for you!" she growled before turning around and walking deeper into the forest.
"Great! I can't wait." he said, smiling triumphantly, following her.
"This is going to be a long trip." she thought, scowling.
