A/N: Wow. I have nothing to say. *sniff* Oh well. Maybe I'll think of
something when I'm done. . .
Disclaimer: I am soooo not doing THIS again. . .
14. Deceit and Love.
Kalia leaned against a wall, watching Tokilor plan. She sighed, shaking her head. He looked up with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't you have anything to do?" he inquired in annoyance.
"You're my leader, you tell me," she retorted bitterly. Straightening, he sauntered over and grasped her chin. He gazed directly into her eyes, countering the hostility with amusement.
"Someone a little resentful this evening?" The human said in a taunting voice. She attempted to jerk her head away, but he wouldn't allow it. So she answered him, not suppressing any of the venom in her voice.
"You wanted me to get him here, and I did. You said you would let me and my people go after that. What am I still doing here?" The Tuathe female demanded. Tokilor laughed and shook his head at her naiveté.
"My dear Kalia. . . I made you commander of my armies. Did you really expect I was going to let you go if I did that?"
"Let go of me," she hissed in reply. He did so, turning and calling for a servant. When he arrived, Tokilor gave instructions for the man to stand in the middle of the room. Kalia watched uncertainly. She nearly jumped a foot in the air, however, as a dozen gleaming spikes soared from the ceiling. A horrible scream echoed through the room as the poor soul was impaled, blood staining the stones beneath him.
"Do you want to be next?" Tokilor asked her quietly. Fear enhanced her dark eyes, and she slowly shook her head.
"Good. You're very useful to me. Once I get what I want. . . You'll be free to your people."
"And. . ." Kalia paused, swallowing. "What is it that you want?" Tokilor merely smiled.
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The prince of Mirkwood stood on his balcony, gazing out over his forest and brooding. His father had not told him anything new, even though he could tell by the increased tension in the palace that he was the only one that didn't know. Whenever he mentioned it, the King would merely shrug him off and give him something different to do. He had not gotten any answers from anyone; even though he was the prince, Thranduil had apparently given the order not to tell him, and he was the King. This was very annoying, but essentially fine with the prince. Legolas had other things on his mind.
The main thing being Kalia. Whenever he thought about her, he got a jolt in his chest, and he didn't know why. It disturbed him that it was near his heart- no, it disturbed him that he felt anything at all for her. She was a friend, nothing more, nothing less. However, a tiny voice in the back of his mind wondered, 'But what about two nights ago?'
He shivered involuntarily. He didn't want to think about two nights ago. "That's an exception," he said to no one. The resonating silence answered him enough. Legolas leaned against the elegantly carved balcony, staring at the marble floor. Laughter drifted out into the cool air, and the delicious scent of delicate elven foods reached him. It wasn't appealing.
'Now for the real question,' he thought. Did he love Kalia? The mere prospect scared him, and he definitely wasn't one to scare easily. However, the elf forced himself to consider everything.
She was beautiful, that was for sure. The very sight of her stirred his blood. And he couldn't seem to get her out of his thoughts. . . But there could be any number of reasons for that, he reasoned. So why did he seem to yearn to go back, to do whatever she wanted him to? Was that love?
Legolas growled in frustration, his grip on the balcony edge tightening. Who was he trying to fool, he knew nothing about love. He had never been in love before, how was he supposed to know if he was now? All he knew was that Kalia could make him feel things that none other could. . . But then again, she was a woman, and women were prone do doing that. So why did his heart beat a little faster around her and only her, while his mind whispered not to trust her? The elf sighed.
"I want to throttle her for confusing me," he muttered. Turning he walked back inside, preparing to try and get some answers.
14. Deceit and Love.
Kalia leaned against a wall, watching Tokilor plan. She sighed, shaking her head. He looked up with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't you have anything to do?" he inquired in annoyance.
"You're my leader, you tell me," she retorted bitterly. Straightening, he sauntered over and grasped her chin. He gazed directly into her eyes, countering the hostility with amusement.
"Someone a little resentful this evening?" The human said in a taunting voice. She attempted to jerk her head away, but he wouldn't allow it. So she answered him, not suppressing any of the venom in her voice.
"You wanted me to get him here, and I did. You said you would let me and my people go after that. What am I still doing here?" The Tuathe female demanded. Tokilor laughed and shook his head at her naiveté.
"My dear Kalia. . . I made you commander of my armies. Did you really expect I was going to let you go if I did that?"
"Let go of me," she hissed in reply. He did so, turning and calling for a servant. When he arrived, Tokilor gave instructions for the man to stand in the middle of the room. Kalia watched uncertainly. She nearly jumped a foot in the air, however, as a dozen gleaming spikes soared from the ceiling. A horrible scream echoed through the room as the poor soul was impaled, blood staining the stones beneath him.
"Do you want to be next?" Tokilor asked her quietly. Fear enhanced her dark eyes, and she slowly shook her head.
"Good. You're very useful to me. Once I get what I want. . . You'll be free to your people."
"And. . ." Kalia paused, swallowing. "What is it that you want?" Tokilor merely smiled.
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The prince of Mirkwood stood on his balcony, gazing out over his forest and brooding. His father had not told him anything new, even though he could tell by the increased tension in the palace that he was the only one that didn't know. Whenever he mentioned it, the King would merely shrug him off and give him something different to do. He had not gotten any answers from anyone; even though he was the prince, Thranduil had apparently given the order not to tell him, and he was the King. This was very annoying, but essentially fine with the prince. Legolas had other things on his mind.
The main thing being Kalia. Whenever he thought about her, he got a jolt in his chest, and he didn't know why. It disturbed him that it was near his heart- no, it disturbed him that he felt anything at all for her. She was a friend, nothing more, nothing less. However, a tiny voice in the back of his mind wondered, 'But what about two nights ago?'
He shivered involuntarily. He didn't want to think about two nights ago. "That's an exception," he said to no one. The resonating silence answered him enough. Legolas leaned against the elegantly carved balcony, staring at the marble floor. Laughter drifted out into the cool air, and the delicious scent of delicate elven foods reached him. It wasn't appealing.
'Now for the real question,' he thought. Did he love Kalia? The mere prospect scared him, and he definitely wasn't one to scare easily. However, the elf forced himself to consider everything.
She was beautiful, that was for sure. The very sight of her stirred his blood. And he couldn't seem to get her out of his thoughts. . . But there could be any number of reasons for that, he reasoned. So why did he seem to yearn to go back, to do whatever she wanted him to? Was that love?
Legolas growled in frustration, his grip on the balcony edge tightening. Who was he trying to fool, he knew nothing about love. He had never been in love before, how was he supposed to know if he was now? All he knew was that Kalia could make him feel things that none other could. . . But then again, she was a woman, and women were prone do doing that. So why did his heart beat a little faster around her and only her, while his mind whispered not to trust her? The elf sighed.
"I want to throttle her for confusing me," he muttered. Turning he walked back inside, preparing to try and get some answers.