Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Cerithrandil!
Thanks for all of your wonderful reviews! And as for Enellewyn in the previous chapter, she's Legolas's childhood friend, not to mention his best friend. For further background info and stories, read my other fan fictions. :oD
Before I go on, I just realized something really funny and stupid of me. Usually before I actually write anything, I prepare the disclaimer and do all the stuff like Responses to Reviews and junk, and I look into my file and I see that I have seven chapters, so I get ready to do number eight. So to refresh my memory I go to FF.net. But when I open the page to the Prince and the Pauper, there are only five chapters, and I open chapter 6 and 7 and realized that I prepared them, but I never really wrote anything! Stupid of me, I know. Lol. Sorry to delay.
CHAPTER 6
Legolas's POV
Legolas turned around stiffly. Before him was a thin, willowy elf with long blonde hair. Dirt was smeared across her face and earthy brown dress. She had her hands on her hips and she walked towards him, hazel eyes blazing furiously.
"I was...getting water," Legolas said slowly. He held the two buckets up by his face. The water sloshed around and spilled down his front. He laughed nervously, making an attempt to rid his tunic of the water.
"What's wrong with you today? You were never so clumsy," the she-elf said, taking one of the buckets from him. When Legolas didn't say anything, the elf maiden just rolled her eyes slightly.
"Come on, we should get these to your Naneth," the elf said. Legolas followed wordlessly, having nothing to say. When they arrived at the cabin, Legolas placed his bucket where it had previously been and the she- elf did the same.
"It's good to see you again Taraweil. Please stay for dinner. There's plenty to go around," his "mother" said happily, chopping up thick slabs of deer meat and vegetables. 'Taraweil...' Legolas thought.
"Where did you get so much meat?" Taraweil said, in awe. "The might of the Valar must have blessed your arrows. But no, thank you. I have to get back to the palace. I swear, that prince goes through ten outfits a day. And the King, perhaps even more!" Taraweil said with a laugh. She exited the cabin, the wooden door closing silently behind her.
To say the least, Legolas was a little miffed. 'How dare she say that about me! And Ada! Once I get the guards on it...' But his thought trailed off. And he realized that he no longer had power over others. He was just a peasant.
But he was snapped out of his thoughts.
"Cerithrandil could you help me with the kettle?" his "mother" asked. Legolas obeyed, taking the heavy black pot over to the table. His "mother" tipped the assortment of vegetables and meat into the pot and poured one of the pails of water in with a splash. She reached for a small Maplewood box and sprinkled a blend of spices into the soup.
When she was finished, Legolas hung the pot on the rusty hook over the blazing fire. While the stew cooked, the three elves spoke about many different things until the lid of the pot began to quaver. When this happened, Legolas's "mother" would go over with a wooden spoon and stir the thickening mixture until the bubbles diminished. Then they would resume talking.
Once the stew was finally done, bubbles rising to the surface and popping silently, Legolas's "mother" spooned it into dishes and placed heaping bowls in front of Legolas and his "father" along with a crusty wedge of bread.
When dinner had ended and the delicious stew had been mopped up with thick slices of bread, Legolas's mother took the other pail of water and started to wash the dishes in it.
"Why don't you go take a bath. You're absolutely filthy!" his "mother" said, not averting her attention away from the dishes. "Just the other day, I found a nice hot spring just beyond the stream we get our water from," she said. Legolas nodded, and stood up from his seat.
Retreating to his room, he went over to a large wooden chest and opened it. Inside were two spare changes of clothes, a towel, a bar of soap, and a washcloth. He took one of the two changes of clothes, the soap, the washcloth, and bundled everything up in the towel. He hefted it over his shoulder and traipsed out the door. Night had fallen and the sky was now an inky black. Legolas strode leisurely to the edge of the woods. A moment later he was plunged into the darkness. He forced himself to remain calm, focusing on the soothing sound of the stream treading over the river stones.
Suddenly he was in the clearing once more, the stream at his feet. Legolas looked around for a moment. But now there was not only the sound of the stream, but also the light sound of...singing? But there was no mistaking it. It was distinctly female. Legolas followed the sound through the bushes.
Parting the branches of the shrubs, there was a loud shriek. Taraweil was sitting in a pool of steaming water, her clothes nearby. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she sunk into the water.
Legolas's eyes widened and he quickly ran back to the village. 'I think I found the hot springs,' he thought as he hurried through the woods.
As Legolas stepped into the homey cabin, the kitchen was empty, but a voice floated in through his "parents'" bedroom.
"Back so soon?" It was his "mother"
"It was occupied!" Legolas said, rushing back to his room, pressing his cold hands against his flaming red cheeks. Closing the bedroom door behind him, Legolas decided that tomorrow would be a better time to bathe.
Cerithrandil's POV (The Next Day)
Cerithrandil meandered through the courtyard, searching for Enellewyn. It had taken him three rounds around the palace, and the instructions of six bemused maids to arrive there. By the time he stepped into the well-kept courtyard, he was positive that he was late. And sure enough, he was.
"Where were you yesterday? We waited for an hour!" Enellewyn said. She punched him in the arm. Cerithrandil was pretty sure that it was supposed to be a joke but it didn't make his arm hurt any less. Laughing uneasily, he rubbed the sore spot where her fist had collided with his arm.
'Poor Legolas. Poor me!' he thought, looking at the rough she-elf. She was accompanied by two identical elves, and another she-elf that slightly resembled the pair. Cerithrandil hoped that the pretty elf-maiden was nothing like Legolas's friend.
"Legolas! We're here in Mirkwood—alone, as in without any over-bearing fathers—for two weeks," the one on his left commented.
"Yeah, El and I finally got on Ada's nerves so much that he sent us here to 'help you out'" the elf on his right said, with a light sarcastic tone.
"El?" Cerithrandil questioned.
"What?" the two brothers replied simultaneously. Cerithrandil furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're both named El?" Cerithrandil questioned, not understanding it. He looked to Enellewyn for help but she and the other she-elf were talking animatedly. The two brothers looked at Legolas oddly.
"I'm Elladan, and he's Elrohir. Remember?" the one on the right said, looking at him oddly.
"Right." Cerithrandil said.
"And that's Arwen, our sister," Elladan said, pointing the other elf maiden. "I thought you figured that out a long time ago."
"I did. But I forgot." Cerithrandil laughed, his voice high-pitched.
"What happened to you?" Enellewyn said, interrupting the dead conversation. "Did you get lost or something?" she teased.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," Cerithrandil said, looking at her. Suddenly, Enellewyn's grin faded, but it reappeared just as fast as it had disappeared.
"How about we go practice archery," Enellewyn said. Before Cerithrandil could protest, everyone agreed. All except for Arwen who decided to retreat to her room. They arrived at a large field with bales of hay for targets. Colored rings had been painted on, and immediately, the others began firing arrows at rapid speed.
Cerithrandil awkwardly aimed his arrow at the target. Realizing that Enellewyn was watching him, he gave a short prayer. Releasing the arrow, it landed in the blue ring, three rings away from the red bull's eye.
His shoulders slumped, and he was about to go retrieve his arrow, but something tackled him. A cold knife was being held to his neck, and Enellewyn was the wielder.
"What—are—you—doing?!" Cerithrandil managed to choke out. But she ignored his question.
"Where is Legolas and what have you done with him?" Enellewyn said fiercely. Cerithrandil figured he had better not lie, or this mad she-elf would probably murder him. Suddenly, she was pried off of him.
"Enellewyn what are you doing?" Cerithrandil recognized the voice of one of the twins. "Have you gone completely insane?"
"He's not Legolas! I thought I saw it in his eyes before, but I wasn't sure. This proves it!" Enellewyn screeched. Cerithrandil took a step back just as Enellewyn wrestled out of Elladan and Elrohir's grip.
Legolas's POV
Legolas laid on the itchy straw mattress in his room, his breathing light and quick. He had been lying like this for perhaps hours, still feeling embarrassed about what had occurred at the hot springs. 'Maybe I'll go practice archery,' Legolas thought. 'After all, who would catch me?'
Legolas got up from the bed, still slightly dubious. Though he strapped on his quiver and seized his bow from its resting place. He silently walked out the door, closing it behind him without a sound.
He jogged briskly to his private archery fields. Surprisingly, it was only a mile or two away. When he arrived, he was nowhere near prepared for the sight that greeted him.
Cerithrandil and Enellewyn were entangled in a heated scuffle and it looked like Enellewyn was winning. Elladan and Elrohir just watched off to the side, having nothing to do.
"Enellewyn, stop!" Legolas yelled. He ran towards the two fighting elves. "What are you doing?" he asked, picking Enellewyn off of Cerithrandil.
"Get off of me!" she screamed, her arms and legs flailing.
"It's me, Legolas!" he said. Enellewyn stopped struggling she turned around and looked into Legolas's eyes (A/N: I know this sounds bad, not to mention cheesy, but who cares...).
"Oh thank the Valar," Enellewyn said wrapping her arms around Legolas tightly. "Where were you?" she said, her voice muffled by Legolas's tunic.
"It's a long story."
The end draws near! I think there are only going to be two chapters left, at the most, three! I really hate to put down this story though. Like it? Hate it? I hope this was good (though it probably wasn't). And I know it's REALLY SHORT! Sorry. Anyway, please review! I just have one thing to say about the previous chapter. Just pretend that Thranduil never saw Cerithrandil and that he is away in Rivendell. It's part of a new idea I have. :o)
Lyn-Yeah, I did separate the POVs with stars, but FanFictin.Net just erases them completely. But now, they fixed it so you can revise it on the website, so that should be good now. But I'll just type blah blah blah POV for good measure.
Farflung- I did separate the POVs with stars, but FanFictin.Net just erases them completely. It's kind of like when you try to put the continuous periods and it doesn't work. I'll try to type like Cerithrandil's POV or Legolas's POV to avoid confusion. And it's really fun writing down the characters' reactions to foreign people they're meeting. :o) And that sounds like it would be a good book. I'll check it out on Amazon.com
Athena Diagon Cat- Legolas and Cerithrandil are definitely having fun. ::cackles evilly::
Paul frank is MY friend-Thanks for the idea; I'll probably use it in the near future when things start to bubble over!
Thanks for all of your wonderful reviews! And as for Enellewyn in the previous chapter, she's Legolas's childhood friend, not to mention his best friend. For further background info and stories, read my other fan fictions. :oD
Before I go on, I just realized something really funny and stupid of me. Usually before I actually write anything, I prepare the disclaimer and do all the stuff like Responses to Reviews and junk, and I look into my file and I see that I have seven chapters, so I get ready to do number eight. So to refresh my memory I go to FF.net. But when I open the page to the Prince and the Pauper, there are only five chapters, and I open chapter 6 and 7 and realized that I prepared them, but I never really wrote anything! Stupid of me, I know. Lol. Sorry to delay.
CHAPTER 6
Legolas's POV
Legolas turned around stiffly. Before him was a thin, willowy elf with long blonde hair. Dirt was smeared across her face and earthy brown dress. She had her hands on her hips and she walked towards him, hazel eyes blazing furiously.
"I was...getting water," Legolas said slowly. He held the two buckets up by his face. The water sloshed around and spilled down his front. He laughed nervously, making an attempt to rid his tunic of the water.
"What's wrong with you today? You were never so clumsy," the she-elf said, taking one of the buckets from him. When Legolas didn't say anything, the elf maiden just rolled her eyes slightly.
"Come on, we should get these to your Naneth," the elf said. Legolas followed wordlessly, having nothing to say. When they arrived at the cabin, Legolas placed his bucket where it had previously been and the she- elf did the same.
"It's good to see you again Taraweil. Please stay for dinner. There's plenty to go around," his "mother" said happily, chopping up thick slabs of deer meat and vegetables. 'Taraweil...' Legolas thought.
"Where did you get so much meat?" Taraweil said, in awe. "The might of the Valar must have blessed your arrows. But no, thank you. I have to get back to the palace. I swear, that prince goes through ten outfits a day. And the King, perhaps even more!" Taraweil said with a laugh. She exited the cabin, the wooden door closing silently behind her.
To say the least, Legolas was a little miffed. 'How dare she say that about me! And Ada! Once I get the guards on it...' But his thought trailed off. And he realized that he no longer had power over others. He was just a peasant.
But he was snapped out of his thoughts.
"Cerithrandil could you help me with the kettle?" his "mother" asked. Legolas obeyed, taking the heavy black pot over to the table. His "mother" tipped the assortment of vegetables and meat into the pot and poured one of the pails of water in with a splash. She reached for a small Maplewood box and sprinkled a blend of spices into the soup.
When she was finished, Legolas hung the pot on the rusty hook over the blazing fire. While the stew cooked, the three elves spoke about many different things until the lid of the pot began to quaver. When this happened, Legolas's "mother" would go over with a wooden spoon and stir the thickening mixture until the bubbles diminished. Then they would resume talking.
Once the stew was finally done, bubbles rising to the surface and popping silently, Legolas's "mother" spooned it into dishes and placed heaping bowls in front of Legolas and his "father" along with a crusty wedge of bread.
When dinner had ended and the delicious stew had been mopped up with thick slices of bread, Legolas's mother took the other pail of water and started to wash the dishes in it.
"Why don't you go take a bath. You're absolutely filthy!" his "mother" said, not averting her attention away from the dishes. "Just the other day, I found a nice hot spring just beyond the stream we get our water from," she said. Legolas nodded, and stood up from his seat.
Retreating to his room, he went over to a large wooden chest and opened it. Inside were two spare changes of clothes, a towel, a bar of soap, and a washcloth. He took one of the two changes of clothes, the soap, the washcloth, and bundled everything up in the towel. He hefted it over his shoulder and traipsed out the door. Night had fallen and the sky was now an inky black. Legolas strode leisurely to the edge of the woods. A moment later he was plunged into the darkness. He forced himself to remain calm, focusing on the soothing sound of the stream treading over the river stones.
Suddenly he was in the clearing once more, the stream at his feet. Legolas looked around for a moment. But now there was not only the sound of the stream, but also the light sound of...singing? But there was no mistaking it. It was distinctly female. Legolas followed the sound through the bushes.
Parting the branches of the shrubs, there was a loud shriek. Taraweil was sitting in a pool of steaming water, her clothes nearby. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she sunk into the water.
Legolas's eyes widened and he quickly ran back to the village. 'I think I found the hot springs,' he thought as he hurried through the woods.
As Legolas stepped into the homey cabin, the kitchen was empty, but a voice floated in through his "parents'" bedroom.
"Back so soon?" It was his "mother"
"It was occupied!" Legolas said, rushing back to his room, pressing his cold hands against his flaming red cheeks. Closing the bedroom door behind him, Legolas decided that tomorrow would be a better time to bathe.
Cerithrandil's POV (The Next Day)
Cerithrandil meandered through the courtyard, searching for Enellewyn. It had taken him three rounds around the palace, and the instructions of six bemused maids to arrive there. By the time he stepped into the well-kept courtyard, he was positive that he was late. And sure enough, he was.
"Where were you yesterday? We waited for an hour!" Enellewyn said. She punched him in the arm. Cerithrandil was pretty sure that it was supposed to be a joke but it didn't make his arm hurt any less. Laughing uneasily, he rubbed the sore spot where her fist had collided with his arm.
'Poor Legolas. Poor me!' he thought, looking at the rough she-elf. She was accompanied by two identical elves, and another she-elf that slightly resembled the pair. Cerithrandil hoped that the pretty elf-maiden was nothing like Legolas's friend.
"Legolas! We're here in Mirkwood—alone, as in without any over-bearing fathers—for two weeks," the one on his left commented.
"Yeah, El and I finally got on Ada's nerves so much that he sent us here to 'help you out'" the elf on his right said, with a light sarcastic tone.
"El?" Cerithrandil questioned.
"What?" the two brothers replied simultaneously. Cerithrandil furrowed his eyebrows.
"You're both named El?" Cerithrandil questioned, not understanding it. He looked to Enellewyn for help but she and the other she-elf were talking animatedly. The two brothers looked at Legolas oddly.
"I'm Elladan, and he's Elrohir. Remember?" the one on the right said, looking at him oddly.
"Right." Cerithrandil said.
"And that's Arwen, our sister," Elladan said, pointing the other elf maiden. "I thought you figured that out a long time ago."
"I did. But I forgot." Cerithrandil laughed, his voice high-pitched.
"What happened to you?" Enellewyn said, interrupting the dead conversation. "Did you get lost or something?" she teased.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," Cerithrandil said, looking at her. Suddenly, Enellewyn's grin faded, but it reappeared just as fast as it had disappeared.
"How about we go practice archery," Enellewyn said. Before Cerithrandil could protest, everyone agreed. All except for Arwen who decided to retreat to her room. They arrived at a large field with bales of hay for targets. Colored rings had been painted on, and immediately, the others began firing arrows at rapid speed.
Cerithrandil awkwardly aimed his arrow at the target. Realizing that Enellewyn was watching him, he gave a short prayer. Releasing the arrow, it landed in the blue ring, three rings away from the red bull's eye.
His shoulders slumped, and he was about to go retrieve his arrow, but something tackled him. A cold knife was being held to his neck, and Enellewyn was the wielder.
"What—are—you—doing?!" Cerithrandil managed to choke out. But she ignored his question.
"Where is Legolas and what have you done with him?" Enellewyn said fiercely. Cerithrandil figured he had better not lie, or this mad she-elf would probably murder him. Suddenly, she was pried off of him.
"Enellewyn what are you doing?" Cerithrandil recognized the voice of one of the twins. "Have you gone completely insane?"
"He's not Legolas! I thought I saw it in his eyes before, but I wasn't sure. This proves it!" Enellewyn screeched. Cerithrandil took a step back just as Enellewyn wrestled out of Elladan and Elrohir's grip.
Legolas's POV
Legolas laid on the itchy straw mattress in his room, his breathing light and quick. He had been lying like this for perhaps hours, still feeling embarrassed about what had occurred at the hot springs. 'Maybe I'll go practice archery,' Legolas thought. 'After all, who would catch me?'
Legolas got up from the bed, still slightly dubious. Though he strapped on his quiver and seized his bow from its resting place. He silently walked out the door, closing it behind him without a sound.
He jogged briskly to his private archery fields. Surprisingly, it was only a mile or two away. When he arrived, he was nowhere near prepared for the sight that greeted him.
Cerithrandil and Enellewyn were entangled in a heated scuffle and it looked like Enellewyn was winning. Elladan and Elrohir just watched off to the side, having nothing to do.
"Enellewyn, stop!" Legolas yelled. He ran towards the two fighting elves. "What are you doing?" he asked, picking Enellewyn off of Cerithrandil.
"Get off of me!" she screamed, her arms and legs flailing.
"It's me, Legolas!" he said. Enellewyn stopped struggling she turned around and looked into Legolas's eyes (A/N: I know this sounds bad, not to mention cheesy, but who cares...).
"Oh thank the Valar," Enellewyn said wrapping her arms around Legolas tightly. "Where were you?" she said, her voice muffled by Legolas's tunic.
"It's a long story."
The end draws near! I think there are only going to be two chapters left, at the most, three! I really hate to put down this story though. Like it? Hate it? I hope this was good (though it probably wasn't). And I know it's REALLY SHORT! Sorry. Anyway, please review! I just have one thing to say about the previous chapter. Just pretend that Thranduil never saw Cerithrandil and that he is away in Rivendell. It's part of a new idea I have. :o)
Lyn-Yeah, I did separate the POVs with stars, but FanFictin.Net just erases them completely. But now, they fixed it so you can revise it on the website, so that should be good now. But I'll just type blah blah blah POV for good measure.
Farflung- I did separate the POVs with stars, but FanFictin.Net just erases them completely. It's kind of like when you try to put the continuous periods and it doesn't work. I'll try to type like Cerithrandil's POV or Legolas's POV to avoid confusion. And it's really fun writing down the characters' reactions to foreign people they're meeting. :o) And that sounds like it would be a good book. I'll check it out on Amazon.com
Athena Diagon Cat- Legolas and Cerithrandil are definitely having fun. ::cackles evilly::
Paul frank is MY friend-Thanks for the idea; I'll probably use it in the near future when things start to bubble over!