Chapter5
BACK IN HOBBITON
Ira's POV
Pippin was so nice to have helped her up. And they had indeed walked back to her hole hand in hand. When they reached her door though, Pippin had gotten awkward and nervous around her. Not at all the smooth hobbit she had known on their walk.
She didn't know if it was really from nerves, or the fear that someone might see him at her 'place-of-residence.' And Ira was disappointed.
She didn't know quite what she had expected to happen, but she definitely knew that this wasn't it. Pippin left with a wave, and a friendly back-wards glance. Ira knew he was nervous, but gave him props for gallantly pretending he wasn't.
She then went into her room to sulk. When she got there however, she deemed that a rather too childish response. So instead, she meditated. With white chalk she drew a large circle, and around it wrote the elvish words for calming, and soothing.
After stepping carefully over the chalk, she settled in to the center, and faced west. Closed her eyes. Took deep breaths and counted to seven each inhale and exhale. She was trying to forget her worries. And she did.
But new pictures formed in her mind...views of Legolas, her home...the silver color the leaves turned when they left the branches of the trees. Almost light enough to match the long flowing manes of the Elves beneath them.
She saw the King of Mirkwood, seated upon his beautifully carved throne. She remembered the numerous ceremonies she'd had to attend. How dull she had thought them then...now, she would give anything to stand beside the king (for hours on end, if she had too) and just drink in the smells, sights and sounds around her.
A tear escaped from beneath her closed eye-lid. It landed with a splash and distorted the letter it had hit. White chalk flowing out in beautiful tendrils; escaping her pattern, and causing a break in her thoughts.
Meditation would not help her now. Even if she could rid herself of troubles for a little while, they still came back thrice fold later. She had to face the wind head on. She had to learn to survive here. Somehow, and she hoped (as hard as she could) that she would find someone here who would teach her.
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Pippin's POV
Pippin felt a fool. It should have been enough. But no, he had like a fool, walked her all the way home. And now he would receive the consequences. He stomped back to the market aware of eyes following him all the way.
But he had to purchase his supplies. Like he had originally intended. First though, he needed a snack.
He walked up to a rather friendly looking mushroom seller, and picked a good basket. He reached into his pockets to get his money, and noticed with disdain that the owner of the stand seemed to be ignoring him.
Pippin cleared his throat loudly, the owner still did not turn around or even pretend to know he was there. 'FINE' Pippin thought. He slammed his money down on the counter and the clerk jumped. Pippin walked away.
It went like that, the entire time he was in the market. And frankly he'd had enough. "What is WRONG with all of you!" Pippin bellowed. "WHAT did I do to deserve this treatment! Oh, I remember! Just helped save all of your sorry lives is all! Did you like the way 'Sharky' and his men had treated you? Then why are you returning the favor?"
"Do you think you are better than the rest? That, that gives you rights to treat your NEIGHBORS, and even, FRIENDS in this manner? Well then, go ahead. My only hope is that you realize just exactly it is that you are doing before it is too late!"
And with that he stormed off without a back-wards glance. He left a stunned and thoughtful silence in his wake.
When he was far enough away, he could have kicked himself, finally realizing the gravity of what he had done. He let out a frustrated shout, pulled out his elvish sword (that he always carried) and plunged it deep into a tree.
A memory of Treebeard, and his all lessons about trees came rushing back, and Pippin quickly removed the blade, apologizing profusely to the injured tree. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten one of the most important things his old friend had told him: that trees did in fact, feel pain.
With a now guilty consequence he marched home, trying desperately to think of what to do next.
MIRKWOOOD Legolas's POV
Legolas wanted to visit Ira badly. So badly in fact that he had become slightly careless in his actions. He had yelled at anyone that crossed his path, and rubbed him the wrong way. Which was practically everyone. He was just making his way back to his rooms when the one person he DID NOT want to see confronted him: Mouros.
"My Prince! Wait!" shouted Mouros. He sprinted ahead lightly until he was right beside Legolas. (Another wrong move)
"What?" said Legolas through gritted teeth. He was trying hard to keep his anger and frustration at bay. It wasn't working well.
"I just wanted to know if you have heard from Irene. Is she well? Do you know?" said Mouros, silently hinting that he wanted to know more, much more than he asked.
"No." Said Legolas as calmly as he could manage. At least he'd kept his voice somewhat even...
"No, you don't know. Or NO you won't tell me?" said Mouros cockily.
"No I don't know." Said Legolas, he wanted to strike Mouros so badly...
"Fine, just tell me this. Is she coming back? Soon?" Whined Mouros.
"Good bye Mouros Redoak, I am done speaking with you," said Legolas. It was not a statement, it was a command. And with that the Prince of Mirkwood turned, and walked calmly away...
When Legolas was back in his room, he was decided. He was going to pay Ira a visit. And he was leaving as soon as possible. He packed light. His favorite bow, two quivers of his best arrows, a water skin or two, and several packets of Lembas.
He changed his spring green colored clothing for the darkest green he could find, and snatched out of his private closet, the cloak he had received from Galadriel, so long ago. He'd had it patched, and hemmed, so now it was almost if it was made anew. It would be perfect for his cause
As soon as he had the cover of darkness he slipped out of his room as quiet as he could manage. And was on his way. It would be long in the coming to reach the Shire. But the reward would be worth it.
Unbeknownst to Legolas, an uninvited guest had decided to join him on his trip. Though this certain someone kept to the shadows...
Author: I hope this meets standards. I am sorry if it does not. Like I said, I am out of ideas. Little ones that is. I know where my plot is going. Just not it's characters. slaps forehead
Before I go, I just want to say thank you to laureasto9 (aka Sara) for all of the encouraging reviews! And thanks for the idea. you know which one I mean wink wink it helped me be not-so-stuck anymore!
Thanx
BACK IN HOBBITON
Ira's POV
Pippin was so nice to have helped her up. And they had indeed walked back to her hole hand in hand. When they reached her door though, Pippin had gotten awkward and nervous around her. Not at all the smooth hobbit she had known on their walk.
She didn't know if it was really from nerves, or the fear that someone might see him at her 'place-of-residence.' And Ira was disappointed.
She didn't know quite what she had expected to happen, but she definitely knew that this wasn't it. Pippin left with a wave, and a friendly back-wards glance. Ira knew he was nervous, but gave him props for gallantly pretending he wasn't.
She then went into her room to sulk. When she got there however, she deemed that a rather too childish response. So instead, she meditated. With white chalk she drew a large circle, and around it wrote the elvish words for calming, and soothing.
After stepping carefully over the chalk, she settled in to the center, and faced west. Closed her eyes. Took deep breaths and counted to seven each inhale and exhale. She was trying to forget her worries. And she did.
But new pictures formed in her mind...views of Legolas, her home...the silver color the leaves turned when they left the branches of the trees. Almost light enough to match the long flowing manes of the Elves beneath them.
She saw the King of Mirkwood, seated upon his beautifully carved throne. She remembered the numerous ceremonies she'd had to attend. How dull she had thought them then...now, she would give anything to stand beside the king (for hours on end, if she had too) and just drink in the smells, sights and sounds around her.
A tear escaped from beneath her closed eye-lid. It landed with a splash and distorted the letter it had hit. White chalk flowing out in beautiful tendrils; escaping her pattern, and causing a break in her thoughts.
Meditation would not help her now. Even if she could rid herself of troubles for a little while, they still came back thrice fold later. She had to face the wind head on. She had to learn to survive here. Somehow, and she hoped (as hard as she could) that she would find someone here who would teach her.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Pippin's POV
Pippin felt a fool. It should have been enough. But no, he had like a fool, walked her all the way home. And now he would receive the consequences. He stomped back to the market aware of eyes following him all the way.
But he had to purchase his supplies. Like he had originally intended. First though, he needed a snack.
He walked up to a rather friendly looking mushroom seller, and picked a good basket. He reached into his pockets to get his money, and noticed with disdain that the owner of the stand seemed to be ignoring him.
Pippin cleared his throat loudly, the owner still did not turn around or even pretend to know he was there. 'FINE' Pippin thought. He slammed his money down on the counter and the clerk jumped. Pippin walked away.
It went like that, the entire time he was in the market. And frankly he'd had enough. "What is WRONG with all of you!" Pippin bellowed. "WHAT did I do to deserve this treatment! Oh, I remember! Just helped save all of your sorry lives is all! Did you like the way 'Sharky' and his men had treated you? Then why are you returning the favor?"
"Do you think you are better than the rest? That, that gives you rights to treat your NEIGHBORS, and even, FRIENDS in this manner? Well then, go ahead. My only hope is that you realize just exactly it is that you are doing before it is too late!"
And with that he stormed off without a back-wards glance. He left a stunned and thoughtful silence in his wake.
When he was far enough away, he could have kicked himself, finally realizing the gravity of what he had done. He let out a frustrated shout, pulled out his elvish sword (that he always carried) and plunged it deep into a tree.
A memory of Treebeard, and his all lessons about trees came rushing back, and Pippin quickly removed the blade, apologizing profusely to the injured tree. He couldn't believe that he had forgotten one of the most important things his old friend had told him: that trees did in fact, feel pain.
With a now guilty consequence he marched home, trying desperately to think of what to do next.
MIRKWOOOD Legolas's POV
Legolas wanted to visit Ira badly. So badly in fact that he had become slightly careless in his actions. He had yelled at anyone that crossed his path, and rubbed him the wrong way. Which was practically everyone. He was just making his way back to his rooms when the one person he DID NOT want to see confronted him: Mouros.
"My Prince! Wait!" shouted Mouros. He sprinted ahead lightly until he was right beside Legolas. (Another wrong move)
"What?" said Legolas through gritted teeth. He was trying hard to keep his anger and frustration at bay. It wasn't working well.
"I just wanted to know if you have heard from Irene. Is she well? Do you know?" said Mouros, silently hinting that he wanted to know more, much more than he asked.
"No." Said Legolas as calmly as he could manage. At least he'd kept his voice somewhat even...
"No, you don't know. Or NO you won't tell me?" said Mouros cockily.
"No I don't know." Said Legolas, he wanted to strike Mouros so badly...
"Fine, just tell me this. Is she coming back? Soon?" Whined Mouros.
"Good bye Mouros Redoak, I am done speaking with you," said Legolas. It was not a statement, it was a command. And with that the Prince of Mirkwood turned, and walked calmly away...
When Legolas was back in his room, he was decided. He was going to pay Ira a visit. And he was leaving as soon as possible. He packed light. His favorite bow, two quivers of his best arrows, a water skin or two, and several packets of Lembas.
He changed his spring green colored clothing for the darkest green he could find, and snatched out of his private closet, the cloak he had received from Galadriel, so long ago. He'd had it patched, and hemmed, so now it was almost if it was made anew. It would be perfect for his cause
As soon as he had the cover of darkness he slipped out of his room as quiet as he could manage. And was on his way. It would be long in the coming to reach the Shire. But the reward would be worth it.
Unbeknownst to Legolas, an uninvited guest had decided to join him on his trip. Though this certain someone kept to the shadows...
Author: I hope this meets standards. I am sorry if it does not. Like I said, I am out of ideas. Little ones that is. I know where my plot is going. Just not it's characters. slaps forehead
Before I go, I just want to say thank you to laureasto9 (aka Sara) for all of the encouraging reviews! And thanks for the idea. you know which one I mean wink wink it helped me be not-so-stuck anymore!
Thanx