Getting back into Routine
Elimay woke early in the morning from a nightmare again and she could not get back to sleep so she rose to train. Before her capture by Legolas and her injury she had trained every morning. Now she had to get back into the routine to get her body used to the moves again. She took out the fan dagger that she had hidden in her boot and found a flat shelf out of view of the camp that was suitable. Legolas was still asleep, stretched out to his full length with his hands behind his head. Elimay had paused to look upon him for a minute to awe at the sheer strength, skill and beauty of him.
Taking out the dagger she split it into two and spun them round, one in each hand, to get used to them again. Then she threw both her arms out as if greeting an opponent and twisted into a roll in mid air, landing neatly back on her feet and thrusting one dagger forward and slicing it through the air as she circled fast on the spot. She loved to hear the slice of the blade through the air and feel the control of combat. She jumped in to the air kicking her foot straight out and spun sideways, landing back on the ground on her folded arms so that she could roll back to her feet. With one fluid movement she put the two daggers together and fanned them, pushing them forward as if to halt an oncoming sword. She twisted the forked blades to knock back the invisible sword and then ducked and weaved several times with immense accuracy and skill, spinning her blade.
She suddenly felt a presence and stopped to see Legolas watching her from the edge of the rock shelf. His arms were folded and he had a look of awe on his face. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" Elimay stood straight again and pushed the two daggers together to put it back into her boot. "I grew up in the monastery at Rhun. There they practice Katas, the traditional art of combat." Legolas looked at her in amazement. "That is a far away land. What brings you all this way?" She sighed and cast her eyes down to the ground. Legolas waited patiently for her answer. "Duty," she said simply, and then brushed past him, going back to the camp. He frowned and pondered for a moment before following her.
She did not say another word until they were travelling again but it was nothing of her past. "How far is it to Edoras now?" she asked. "We will reach it by the evening," he answered, without looking back at her. Elimay did not like the way he had suddenly become less friendly towards her and became angry. Did he not understand that she couldn't tell him? She gave a grunt of frustration and carried on behind him, occasionally slipping over the loose spree. Normally he would have helped her but he chose to ignore her. Only when she fell and gave a loud cry of pain did he turn to help her. "Let me look at your leg," he grunted, reaching for her trousers. But she pulled away and pushed herself up again. "No. I am okay." He watched as she continued on down the slope, and gave a sigh of annoyance. Why wouldn't she tell him anything? He deserved to know for he was the one she was supposed to kill after all.
By late afternoon they had reached the foot of the mountains and had only to go west a bit along the range till they reached the White City.
Elimay woke early in the morning from a nightmare again and she could not get back to sleep so she rose to train. Before her capture by Legolas and her injury she had trained every morning. Now she had to get back into the routine to get her body used to the moves again. She took out the fan dagger that she had hidden in her boot and found a flat shelf out of view of the camp that was suitable. Legolas was still asleep, stretched out to his full length with his hands behind his head. Elimay had paused to look upon him for a minute to awe at the sheer strength, skill and beauty of him.
Taking out the dagger she split it into two and spun them round, one in each hand, to get used to them again. Then she threw both her arms out as if greeting an opponent and twisted into a roll in mid air, landing neatly back on her feet and thrusting one dagger forward and slicing it through the air as she circled fast on the spot. She loved to hear the slice of the blade through the air and feel the control of combat. She jumped in to the air kicking her foot straight out and spun sideways, landing back on the ground on her folded arms so that she could roll back to her feet. With one fluid movement she put the two daggers together and fanned them, pushing them forward as if to halt an oncoming sword. She twisted the forked blades to knock back the invisible sword and then ducked and weaved several times with immense accuracy and skill, spinning her blade.
She suddenly felt a presence and stopped to see Legolas watching her from the edge of the rock shelf. His arms were folded and he had a look of awe on his face. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" Elimay stood straight again and pushed the two daggers together to put it back into her boot. "I grew up in the monastery at Rhun. There they practice Katas, the traditional art of combat." Legolas looked at her in amazement. "That is a far away land. What brings you all this way?" She sighed and cast her eyes down to the ground. Legolas waited patiently for her answer. "Duty," she said simply, and then brushed past him, going back to the camp. He frowned and pondered for a moment before following her.
She did not say another word until they were travelling again but it was nothing of her past. "How far is it to Edoras now?" she asked. "We will reach it by the evening," he answered, without looking back at her. Elimay did not like the way he had suddenly become less friendly towards her and became angry. Did he not understand that she couldn't tell him? She gave a grunt of frustration and carried on behind him, occasionally slipping over the loose spree. Normally he would have helped her but he chose to ignore her. Only when she fell and gave a loud cry of pain did he turn to help her. "Let me look at your leg," he grunted, reaching for her trousers. But she pulled away and pushed herself up again. "No. I am okay." He watched as she continued on down the slope, and gave a sigh of annoyance. Why wouldn't she tell him anything? He deserved to know for he was the one she was supposed to kill after all.
By late afternoon they had reached the foot of the mountains and had only to go west a bit along the range till they reached the White City.