A/n sorry that this is a day late, I'm ill forgive me I slept from when I got home till this morning, it's not my fault!
Little Elf
Chapter Twenty
18th Afteryule 3017
Elle sat at her desk idly sketching a tiara. "Reminiscing?" Elle looked up, knocking Mithglin's jaw, which had been close looking at the picture.
"Sorry!" Elle gasped placing her hand over Mithglins, which was rubbing his chin. "Should I kiss it better?" asked Elle winking
"Yes." Answered Mithglin quite seriously
Elle rolled her eyes before dutifully kissing him "Is there a reason for your presence?"
"Aye. Though I would have thought my just being here was enough."
"My dear Mithglin, feel free to come into my room whenever you feel like it, rain or shine, night or day."
"I'll take you up on that." He answered already making himself comfortable on her bed.
Elle started putting pencils into her pencil case, while stacking papers.
"What's this?" Mithglin asked
Elle turned and immediately paled "Where did you find that?"
"Under your pillow?"
"Well then put it back."
"What is it?" Mithglin's curiosity was piqued
"Suicide notes Mithglin. Now but that back where you found it."
Mithglin opened the book and started to scan it "I can't read this."
"It's in Westron."
"I'll go find Haldir." He said resolutely
"No! Don't"
"Why? You want to kill yourself! I thought I helped you heal."
"I was being sarcastic you nit. That's my dairy."
Elle snatched it off him "touchy."
"I'm not being touchy. This diary is the only thing I have left of my past and I don't want people man-handling it."
"Amin hiraetha I'm sorry But your memories are also in your heart."
"Yeah." Elle paused for a moment and walked out of her bag and took out her purse.
"What are you doing?"
Elle sat by him and held up the purse, it was black leather. "What is it?"
"You keep money in it."
"How does that help?"
Elle smiled and opened it. She pulled out a piece of paper 3 inches by 2. It was a picture of Elle, her parents and brother. Its backdrop was a waterfall, a pool beneath it clear and crystal like, glittering in the sunlight. It was taken while on holiday in Canada when Elle was seventeen
"That was a very good artist to draw such a thing, it is very life like."
"Hmm. That's my mum Virginia and that's my dad Ralph. The person acting like a tom fool is my brother Michael."
"What is he doing?"
Elle rolled her eyes smiling fondly at Michael who was making bunny ears behind her mum's head. "He's just being Michael."
Elle sighed falling back on her pillow "How was your day?" Mithglin asked glancing at her
"My arm hurts."
"Which one?"
"Both! But my left one especially
Mithglin frowned "Left? I thought you were right-handed."
"I am. But Lord Celeborn decided that I must be ambidextrous to use knives."
"Ahh, another lovely sport." Snorted Mithglin, sarcasm riddles throughout his voice.
"I take it you do not approve?"
"The amount of elves I have had to heal because they have been messing around with swords, knives and other sharp implements."
"I can only imagine." Said Elle rolling over, resting her head on Mithglins chest.
"I wish I could." He muttered dejectedly
"Mithglin feeling sorry for himself?"
"Yes." He growled causing Elle to giggle as it reverberated in his chest.
"What?" he asked looking down at her
"Nothing."
"What?" he asked perplexed "I haven't said anything funny"
"You don't have to say something to be funny." He said coyly
Mithglin rolled over, on top of Elle, who was still laughing "you are an odd elf." He murmured into her ear, his warm breath making her ear tingle.
Before Elle could answer the door opened causing Elle to turn her head, making her eye-to-eye and indeed mouth-to-mouth with Mithglin.
Elle blushed before looking up over Mithglins head to see Edwi, who looked between the two of them before hastily closing the door.
Elle's laughter doubled, Mithglins soon joined. He rolled off of her clutching his sides "Did you see her face?" she asked
"No, I was to busy trying to work out why you kissed me"
"Kissed? That wasn't a kiss Mith, that was a peck on the lips, which I didn't even mean to do."
"Of course you didn't" he replied as if talking to a two year old
"You don't believe me!" she gasped
"No I don't. All elven maids find me irresistible." He winked
"Oh god, I've got an elf Casanova."
"What?"
"Your brain can't comprehend such a thing."
"I resent that!"
"Of course you do." Said Elle messing up his hair.
"Don't," he said grabbing her wrist
"Vain are we?"
"No." he answered letting go of the thin wrist
"Now, why are you gracing me with your presence?"
"You asked me to find something to keep you off 'treacherous' thoughts."
"Go on. Though I may fear what you are about to say."
"Dancing." Oh god."
"You must be able to dance for the sheelala."
"What's that?"
"Spring festival."
"I don-"
"You will have to go. If you are invited you must go. As you are under the favour of both Galadriel and Celeborn you most certainly have to attend."
"When is this festival?"
Mithglin looked at her surprised "When all spring festivals are! The first day of spring! The 20th March (I always though it was the 21st but my calendar says different.)"
"So we have two months."
"What?"
"You have just over two months to teach me how to dance."
"You are agreeing?"
"What? Are you expecting a fight till the death? I don't want to make a tom fool of myself in front of all the Lorien elite."
"Well, more of a-"
Elle hit him in the stomach with a pillow.
A/n well I'm going to bed now so you won't get any replies, sorry just typing this chapter up has drained me. Thanks to:
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