A/N: yay! More people reviewed! *does happy author mambo* eh, you wouldn't
get it unless you read TTT breadbox edition. Ahem, anyway, what you've been
waiting for, I give you CHAPTER NINE!
Disclaimer: Let's see, I own a dog, two cats, a computer, a boom box, a ps2, a Gamecube, a lot of a paper, 73 socks. . . I didn't see any LotR charries in there, did you?
9. Further Information.
As Kalia and Legolas made their way back to her home, both were silent. The woman was this way out of mourning, and the prince out of respect for her. And so they proceeded, neither talking, into the wreckage, and slowly began to clean up. Asolan's body was moved outside, where a proper funeral would be held shortly after they finished making the house the way it was.
"It's yours now," Legolas spoke after a while, turning a chair upright. "All of this. . . His career if you want it. . . Yours."
"I do not think I will stay here," Kalia responded quietly, sweeping up some broken glass. "I had a close Tuathe friend, Anirae, I think I will seek her out and stay with her. It is too much, staying here."
"I asked my father about your people," the prince ventured, glancing at her. She appeared uninterested.
"Oh? And what did he say?"
"He told me about what happened with your captain and our general. He told me why the alliance was broken, and about the brand."
"That was Tokilor's doing," Kalia said, not even looking up. "He killed the general, I heard him say so." Legolas waited, but she said nothing about the brand and her lack of it. He sighed.
"Give me your arm." At this, she did raise her eyes and one eyebrow.
"What?"
"I said give me your arm." Slowly and uncertainly, she straightened and held out both arms. Both were bare.
"Why don't you have the brand?" the elf inquired as she lowered them. Kalia blinked.
"I do."
"Oh really? Then tell me why your arms are bare." She stared at him for a moment, and then to his surprise she burst out laughing. He did not know what to think of this, and hoped desperately he had not somehow brought her to the brink of sanity and nudged her off. So Legolas watched her, doubled over with amusement, with a bewildered look and waited for her to explain her sudden outburst. When her mirth finally subsided, Kalia straightened, though she was still smiling.
"I believe your father forgot to mention that we can hide our brand from anyone. I did so, for that way I could blend in more with your people, and never bothered to show it again." Still, the elf was suspicious.
"Let me see it," he ordered. Her smile vanished and she looked down, an embarrassed blush creeping onto her face.
"I. . . I'm afraid I can't," the woman mumbled.
"Why not?" Her flush reddened.
"Do you really want to know?" She asked, almost desperately.
"YES," Legolas replied firmly. She sighed.
"I've, well, I've forgotten how." He stared at her.
"You've forgotten? How can you forget?" The confused elf inquired. Kalia shrugged.
"Tuathe children cannot hide their brands, for that is another thing they learn when they come of age. It's sort of like riding a horse, if you do not do so for a long period of time, you will eventually forget. Why, did you think I was lying to you?"
"No," Legolas answered, too quickly. "Alright, yes. I'm sorry, just learning all this new information is almost too much."
"I would never lie to you, Legolas. You should know that by now, if I told you about the Tuathe. The only other people who knew were Asolan, Tokilor, and the other Tuathe." Kalia gazed around. Their work was finished, along with their conversation.
"Now what?" The male elf inquired, looking at her. Reluctantly, the woman's gaze slid out to the back doorway, where Asolan's body was.
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A small ceremony was held, with Legolas, Kalia, Thranduil, and a few of Asolan's customers and friends attending. An elfin priest murmured a prayer, and the man's body was laid to rest. Many flowers were placed on the mound of earth covering him, and a bronze plaque was propped up. It stated: Here Lies Asolan, a beloved human amongst the elves. Kalia was clothed in a white dress of satin, one that the man had made for her when she married. Tears lined her eyes, though she held them back, and she remained last of all with the elf prince with her. Slowly, she placed a single, pure white lily on the grave, and bowed her head.
"Hiro hon hîdh ab 'wanath," Legolas said softly. (let him find peace after death) Kalia stood and smiled weakly. "Would you like me stay with you tonight?" he asked her gently. She nodded.
"Thank you. . . I'd like that."
A/N: There! You see? You review, you get good chapters. You don't, you get stupid ones. ( I hope this chapter was a lot more helpful.
Disclaimer: Let's see, I own a dog, two cats, a computer, a boom box, a ps2, a Gamecube, a lot of a paper, 73 socks. . . I didn't see any LotR charries in there, did you?
9. Further Information.
As Kalia and Legolas made their way back to her home, both were silent. The woman was this way out of mourning, and the prince out of respect for her. And so they proceeded, neither talking, into the wreckage, and slowly began to clean up. Asolan's body was moved outside, where a proper funeral would be held shortly after they finished making the house the way it was.
"It's yours now," Legolas spoke after a while, turning a chair upright. "All of this. . . His career if you want it. . . Yours."
"I do not think I will stay here," Kalia responded quietly, sweeping up some broken glass. "I had a close Tuathe friend, Anirae, I think I will seek her out and stay with her. It is too much, staying here."
"I asked my father about your people," the prince ventured, glancing at her. She appeared uninterested.
"Oh? And what did he say?"
"He told me about what happened with your captain and our general. He told me why the alliance was broken, and about the brand."
"That was Tokilor's doing," Kalia said, not even looking up. "He killed the general, I heard him say so." Legolas waited, but she said nothing about the brand and her lack of it. He sighed.
"Give me your arm." At this, she did raise her eyes and one eyebrow.
"What?"
"I said give me your arm." Slowly and uncertainly, she straightened and held out both arms. Both were bare.
"Why don't you have the brand?" the elf inquired as she lowered them. Kalia blinked.
"I do."
"Oh really? Then tell me why your arms are bare." She stared at him for a moment, and then to his surprise she burst out laughing. He did not know what to think of this, and hoped desperately he had not somehow brought her to the brink of sanity and nudged her off. So Legolas watched her, doubled over with amusement, with a bewildered look and waited for her to explain her sudden outburst. When her mirth finally subsided, Kalia straightened, though she was still smiling.
"I believe your father forgot to mention that we can hide our brand from anyone. I did so, for that way I could blend in more with your people, and never bothered to show it again." Still, the elf was suspicious.
"Let me see it," he ordered. Her smile vanished and she looked down, an embarrassed blush creeping onto her face.
"I. . . I'm afraid I can't," the woman mumbled.
"Why not?" Her flush reddened.
"Do you really want to know?" She asked, almost desperately.
"YES," Legolas replied firmly. She sighed.
"I've, well, I've forgotten how." He stared at her.
"You've forgotten? How can you forget?" The confused elf inquired. Kalia shrugged.
"Tuathe children cannot hide their brands, for that is another thing they learn when they come of age. It's sort of like riding a horse, if you do not do so for a long period of time, you will eventually forget. Why, did you think I was lying to you?"
"No," Legolas answered, too quickly. "Alright, yes. I'm sorry, just learning all this new information is almost too much."
"I would never lie to you, Legolas. You should know that by now, if I told you about the Tuathe. The only other people who knew were Asolan, Tokilor, and the other Tuathe." Kalia gazed around. Their work was finished, along with their conversation.
"Now what?" The male elf inquired, looking at her. Reluctantly, the woman's gaze slid out to the back doorway, where Asolan's body was.
*******************************************
A small ceremony was held, with Legolas, Kalia, Thranduil, and a few of Asolan's customers and friends attending. An elfin priest murmured a prayer, and the man's body was laid to rest. Many flowers were placed on the mound of earth covering him, and a bronze plaque was propped up. It stated: Here Lies Asolan, a beloved human amongst the elves. Kalia was clothed in a white dress of satin, one that the man had made for her when she married. Tears lined her eyes, though she held them back, and she remained last of all with the elf prince with her. Slowly, she placed a single, pure white lily on the grave, and bowed her head.
"Hiro hon hîdh ab 'wanath," Legolas said softly. (let him find peace after death) Kalia stood and smiled weakly. "Would you like me stay with you tonight?" he asked her gently. She nodded.
"Thank you. . . I'd like that."
A/N: There! You see? You review, you get good chapters. You don't, you get stupid ones. ( I hope this chapter was a lot more helpful.