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A/N: Well, here's chapter four. Hope you like it! Just in case, Asolan isn't evil or anything. or is he? *twilight zone* But he doesn't want to hurt anybody. He just has his little workshop where he makes just about anything. *nod* Okay, without further ado, I give you. CHAPTER FOUR! *bows*
4. An Unnerving Night.
That evening, Kalia wrestled with her conscious. She had thought the night would be alright since she wouldn't be staying in Mirkwood, and she had doubted he would find her. But she had a secret-and so did he, though he didn't know it-and she unsure whether it would be a good idea to tell him or not. She sat in her room on the bed, her head resting on her drawn-up knees, and struggled with herself.
"He doesn't need to know," she muttered. The annoying voice in her head that drives everyone mad sooner or later answered.
'But you want to tell him. Keeping the secret yourself is hard.'
"It would only ruin his life."
'It already ruined yours,' the voice pointed out.
"Still, it would do no good to tell him."
'Someone would be sharing the secret.'
"No one else needs to know it, I can manage."
'You can not.'
"Shut up."
'I'll shut up when you tell him,' the little voice taunted. Kalia moaned.
"I won't be one of those people who has conversations with herself," she mumbled.
'Why not? Everyone else already thinks you're strange.'
"I said shut up!"
"Who are you talking to?" Asolan asked, appearing in the doorway. Kalia jumped; he was the only person she ever allowed herself to be surprised by.
"No one. Just myself," she answered with a little sigh. He raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"Alright. I just heard you speaking, so I came up to make sure you were fine." She smiled slightly.
"Yes, yes I'm fine. You can go back to work, I know how busy you are," she added.
"Actually, I was heading up to bed. But you are right, I am busy. I will be awake early tomorrow to finish the jobs. Good night, Kalia."
"Good night, Asolan." He nodded once to her and turned to leave. Once he was gone, she banged her head on the wall behind her bed.
"I need more friends," she muttered. The little voice spoke again, but she pointedly ignored it. Sometime late, she drifted off to sleep, only to snap out of her dreams of fire, burning trees, of people screaming and fleeing for their lives. Kalia was not sure how long she had slept, but she knew it was dark and very chilly. She frowned.
"Didn't I close those windows?" she wondered aloud, slipping out of bed to close them. She was still fully dressed, for it was a habit of hers to sneak out of her home at night and wander Mirkwood. After she closed the windows and latched them, the elf turned to return to her bed but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. She opened her mouth to scream and was rewarded with a hand clamped over it to stifle the sound. Her arms were twisted back painfully, and the stranger spoke in her ear.
"Surprised to see me?" A harsh, deep, man's voice whispered cruelly. Kalia's eyes widened in recognition, and luckily for her, instinct took over at that exact moment. She swung her leg back with all her might while also biting his hand, and the man released her with a grunt of pain. The elf spun around and landed a hard punch to his face, then grabbed the nearest thing and hit him squarely on the head with the hilt of her sword. This done, the man sprawled over, comatose. She was sorely tempted to toss him out her window, but she doubted she could lift him.
"That was definitely interesting," yet another voice spoke out of the darkness. Kalia turned and saw none other than the elf prince standing in her doorway.
"Why is my bedroom suddenly such a popular place?" she asked. "And what are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you. and I saw you were a bit preoccupied." The woman raised an eyebrow.
"So you did not think to help me, just decided to stand there and watch the show?" she returned, dropping her sword on a table and walking over to stand in front of him. Legolas grinned.
"I would have intervened if I thought you were in serious trouble, and I was about to at the beginning, but you beat me to it. And you seemed to be doing a fine job on your own, so I did not wish to deny you the pleasure of his beating." He glanced down at the unconscious man in her bedroom. "What are you going to do with him?" Kalia sighed.
"I don't know. I am tempted to throw him out my window, but I don't think it would kill him. Would you mind dragging him off to put him in your dungeons, or at least the middle of the forest?" Legolas nodded.
"I would say I'd be honored to, but in this case I'm not, so. will 'Alright, I'll do it' suffice?" the woman laughed.
"Yes, that will do." She moved to help the prince carry the man out of her room and downstairs to Legolas' horse.
"Do you know him?" he inquired. All evidence of happiness disappeared from her face.
"Unfortunately, I do. but that is not your concern." He sighed and walked her back to her house.
"Nothing of your life seems to be my concern," Legolas answered. "And it is starting to greatly irritate me. Know that I will get answers out of you sometime." Kalia stared at the ground between them for a moment, as though pondering something.
"Kalia," she said at last, finally raising her eyes to meet his. Confusion was the main expression on his face. "My name is Kalia." She stepped closer to him and raised her head, so her mouth was near his ear. "Go home," she said softly. "Forget about me. I will only make your life confusing and miserable." With that, she took three steps back and closed the door on him.
A/N: Hello my little readers and/or reviewers! Thanks so much to everybody who did, you all are great! I didn't expect people to like this story. and wouldn't you know it, just when people say they like it and keep writing, I get writer's block. -_- it's evil. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! Let me know what you think, go on. press the little button. press the review button. Whooooo. press.
A/N: Well, here's chapter four. Hope you like it! Just in case, Asolan isn't evil or anything. or is he? *twilight zone* But he doesn't want to hurt anybody. He just has his little workshop where he makes just about anything. *nod* Okay, without further ado, I give you. CHAPTER FOUR! *bows*
4. An Unnerving Night.
That evening, Kalia wrestled with her conscious. She had thought the night would be alright since she wouldn't be staying in Mirkwood, and she had doubted he would find her. But she had a secret-and so did he, though he didn't know it-and she unsure whether it would be a good idea to tell him or not. She sat in her room on the bed, her head resting on her drawn-up knees, and struggled with herself.
"He doesn't need to know," she muttered. The annoying voice in her head that drives everyone mad sooner or later answered.
'But you want to tell him. Keeping the secret yourself is hard.'
"It would only ruin his life."
'It already ruined yours,' the voice pointed out.
"Still, it would do no good to tell him."
'Someone would be sharing the secret.'
"No one else needs to know it, I can manage."
'You can not.'
"Shut up."
'I'll shut up when you tell him,' the little voice taunted. Kalia moaned.
"I won't be one of those people who has conversations with herself," she mumbled.
'Why not? Everyone else already thinks you're strange.'
"I said shut up!"
"Who are you talking to?" Asolan asked, appearing in the doorway. Kalia jumped; he was the only person she ever allowed herself to be surprised by.
"No one. Just myself," she answered with a little sigh. He raised an eyebrow and nodded.
"Alright. I just heard you speaking, so I came up to make sure you were fine." She smiled slightly.
"Yes, yes I'm fine. You can go back to work, I know how busy you are," she added.
"Actually, I was heading up to bed. But you are right, I am busy. I will be awake early tomorrow to finish the jobs. Good night, Kalia."
"Good night, Asolan." He nodded once to her and turned to leave. Once he was gone, she banged her head on the wall behind her bed.
"I need more friends," she muttered. The little voice spoke again, but she pointedly ignored it. Sometime late, she drifted off to sleep, only to snap out of her dreams of fire, burning trees, of people screaming and fleeing for their lives. Kalia was not sure how long she had slept, but she knew it was dark and very chilly. She frowned.
"Didn't I close those windows?" she wondered aloud, slipping out of bed to close them. She was still fully dressed, for it was a habit of hers to sneak out of her home at night and wander Mirkwood. After she closed the windows and latched them, the elf turned to return to her bed but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder. She opened her mouth to scream and was rewarded with a hand clamped over it to stifle the sound. Her arms were twisted back painfully, and the stranger spoke in her ear.
"Surprised to see me?" A harsh, deep, man's voice whispered cruelly. Kalia's eyes widened in recognition, and luckily for her, instinct took over at that exact moment. She swung her leg back with all her might while also biting his hand, and the man released her with a grunt of pain. The elf spun around and landed a hard punch to his face, then grabbed the nearest thing and hit him squarely on the head with the hilt of her sword. This done, the man sprawled over, comatose. She was sorely tempted to toss him out her window, but she doubted she could lift him.
"That was definitely interesting," yet another voice spoke out of the darkness. Kalia turned and saw none other than the elf prince standing in her doorway.
"Why is my bedroom suddenly such a popular place?" she asked. "And what are you doing here?"
"I came to talk to you. and I saw you were a bit preoccupied." The woman raised an eyebrow.
"So you did not think to help me, just decided to stand there and watch the show?" she returned, dropping her sword on a table and walking over to stand in front of him. Legolas grinned.
"I would have intervened if I thought you were in serious trouble, and I was about to at the beginning, but you beat me to it. And you seemed to be doing a fine job on your own, so I did not wish to deny you the pleasure of his beating." He glanced down at the unconscious man in her bedroom. "What are you going to do with him?" Kalia sighed.
"I don't know. I am tempted to throw him out my window, but I don't think it would kill him. Would you mind dragging him off to put him in your dungeons, or at least the middle of the forest?" Legolas nodded.
"I would say I'd be honored to, but in this case I'm not, so. will 'Alright, I'll do it' suffice?" the woman laughed.
"Yes, that will do." She moved to help the prince carry the man out of her room and downstairs to Legolas' horse.
"Do you know him?" he inquired. All evidence of happiness disappeared from her face.
"Unfortunately, I do. but that is not your concern." He sighed and walked her back to her house.
"Nothing of your life seems to be my concern," Legolas answered. "And it is starting to greatly irritate me. Know that I will get answers out of you sometime." Kalia stared at the ground between them for a moment, as though pondering something.
"Kalia," she said at last, finally raising her eyes to meet his. Confusion was the main expression on his face. "My name is Kalia." She stepped closer to him and raised her head, so her mouth was near his ear. "Go home," she said softly. "Forget about me. I will only make your life confusing and miserable." With that, she took three steps back and closed the door on him.
A/N: Hello my little readers and/or reviewers! Thanks so much to everybody who did, you all are great! I didn't expect people to like this story. and wouldn't you know it, just when people say they like it and keep writing, I get writer's block. -_- it's evil. Anyway, hope you liked this chapter! Let me know what you think, go on. press the little button. press the review button. Whooooo. press.