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Author's Note: Spring break is over, meaning updates will be slower. I'll try to do it once a week but I promise nothing. Thanks to all those who reviewed! I love you all! Oh, and will not be a...oh, I shouldn't tell you that yet. My bad! *grins* You just have to wait to see!
Bittersweet Revenge
Never Knew
Legolas's horse snorted as the Prince mounted it, objecting to the filthy state he was in. Clumps of dirt were stuck to the dirty blond hair and the tunic was soaking wet. As the Prince mounted, the dirt brushed onto the glossy white coat of the horse. Legolas laughed and kicked it into a gallop towards the palace.
Behind him, he could hear the steady rhythm of horse hoof beats growing louder. A swift glance behind him told him Uruviel was gaining on him, seeking revenge. "I thought you said you were the better rider!" he yelled out over his shoulder.
He grinned when he heard a growl coming from behind over the rhythmic pounding. "I am!" she yelled back and by now her brown gelding was sprinting next to the stallion. "I can beat you in riding any day!"
"How about now?" he yelled back before nudging his stallion into a fast sprint. He felt the stallion surge forwards in response and he lost his breath at the sudden change in speed. His fists dug into the white mane and looked squarely between the two tiny ears.
The brown gelding was smaller but as she had said before, she was indeed a good rider. She was balanced lightly above the brown, putting as little weight as possible on the horse. It looked so easy but when Legolas glanced to her, he saw the gelding was bathed in sweat from the exertion.
Taking this advantage, he tried to nudge the stallion into an even faster tempo. It responded beautifully and outpaced the brown the last ten yards. As soon as the pair reached the stables, he leapt off, without waiting for it to slow and leaned casually on the doorway. A few seconds later, Uruviel came galloping in, her face red and hair in tangles. She glared at Legolas without saying a word. The humiliation of her defeat was enough for her.
"You better change for supper," he said looking pointedly at her. He said nothing else but his eyes were mocking and shining with mirth.
He walked out, leaving the enraged Elf behind to get a nice bath and a clean set of tunic. He knew he looked just as bad as she did. He slipped in quietly, praying that no one would see him like this.
As he walked quietly down the hallway to his room, he found Haldir doubled over with laughter. "Are you okay, Haldir?" he asked walking up to his friend.
Haldir's face was red from laughing and he tried to respond he was laughing to hard. He took one look at Legolas's state and burst into new peals of laughter. The Prince shook his head and started to lead the Guardian back into his room without alerting too much attention.
Hithiel was already in there, where he had left her before he went riding. She was perched next to the window, her green eyes following the trails of falling leaves.
"Pray tell what's so funny?" he asked when he slid the wooden door shut.
"Your brother, Ambaril," he said with an evil smirk. "I made him dust my boots."
"Is that it?" Legolas could see there was more and was surprised that Ambaril would ever lower himself to do that.
"Oh, yes! Lots! I made him groom my horse, clean out his barn, polish his hooves, plait his mane and tail, and get rid of the big manure pile at the very back of the barn that has been there for weeks!" A wide smile was plastered to his face as he reported everything he made the Eldest Son of Thranduil do.
Legolas smirked as he imagined his brother mucking out the stalls. He would reek of manure once he was finished. Of course, that was probably Haldir's plan all along. "How did you get him to do that?" he wondered out loud.
"A bet," he said simply. "I won."
"But what if you lost?" he asked. "Would your punishment be this bad?"
Haldir waved his hand dismissively. "I only had to run around the courtroom naked acting like a Dwarf."
Azure eyes grew wide. "Only?! You ONLY had to... Oh, Valor. What if you lost?! How could you?"
"I didn't lose," the Guardian insisted. "I won't lose a bet like that!"
"What was the bet on?"
"That I was faster than him," he said. "And I am, so now he is my servant for twenty-four hours. I would never lose a race like that."
"Oh really?" A new voice joined the conversation. The two male Elves turned around in surprise. "Can you beat me?" Hithiel said with I small grin.
A smile curved on Haldir's face. He looked her up and down, sizing her up. "Probably," he said with a shrug. He was surprised but pleased that she started talking to him. He remembered all too well when they first met and she had tried to slice his ear off.
Emerald glittered with excitement of competition. "Another bet then, Haldir. If you win-"
"If I win, you will tell us everything about you and your past," he interrupted.
He saw her eyes grow wide. She swallowed. "Fine, but if I win, I don't have to and I get a rematch!" Her eyes sparkled defiantly. "Last time we sparred. Legolas interfered. If he didn't, I wouldn't have lost."
"Deal, mellon," he said confidently. [Friend]
'Mellon! He called me a friend! I have... a friend...' A strange feeling welled up inside of her and she couldn't place a finger on what it was. It was like she had someone to trust. A friend. It was all new to her. She had never felt happiness in her life before, or ever had someone to trust.
"Hithiel?" Haldir's concerned voice broke through her foggy thoughts. Her eyes snapped back to the situation at hand.
"What? Still think you can beat me?" she mocked. But her voice was not unfriendly like the cold tone she use to address them in.
Legolas smiled faintly. He saw that she was finally open to them, even to Haldir. Maybe they could find out more about this Elf and her past. That is... if Haldir won the bet.
"If I can beat Ambaril, I can beat anyone," he boasted confidently. Legolas sighed. Haldir never changed and his ego was already inflated today by his triumph over his brother.
Hithiel smirked rather evilly. "Fine, let's go."
The two of them left the room to seek an open field in which they would race in with Legolas trailing behind.
"This should work," said Haldir thoughtfully looking at the field along the edge of the woods in which Legolas got thrown into the creek earlier. "I'll give you a chance to forfeit if you want," he offered.
Hithiel made a noise that sounded like between a snort and a laugh and shook her head, causing ripples of black to roll down her back. With a smirk, she crouched down, all muscles tense and waiting for the signal from Legolas.
"Go!" a clear voice rang out and the two seasoned warriors sprang off. All the tension from her exploded and she shot forward, hair streaming behind her like a banner. She pumped her legs furiously, trying to get the upper hand. Haldir was right next to her, just a little bit ahead...
~*~*~With Uruviel~*~*~
"I HATE that Legolas Greenleaf! I HATE HIM!! I HATE HIM!!" she rambled to her personal servant. The servant was usually a good friend and someone to confide in but now, she didn't care if she seemed rude to Aldalome. (A/N: Elf of Lothlorien from FOTR)
Aldalome patiently listened as Uruviel rattled off why she hated the prince and what a despicable creature he was. "He can't be that bad right? I mean, he's the prince!"
"A stupid Prince," Uruviel snarled back. "He's just another stupid lumbering oaf! That BASTARD!! I don't even want to LOOK at him! I want to KILL him!"
"Don't do anything rash, milady," Aldalome replied patiently, use to seeing Uruviel's fits of temper and wasn't at all surprised as she brushed the long, newly washed brown hair.
"Rash?!" Uruviel whirled around to face her servant, her eyes narrowed into slits. "I am never RASH! He deserves to die! That son of an orc!"
Aldalome quietly turned her around again and began to plait the hair. "I could kill him. I really could," the young Elf muttered. Aldalome smothered a giggle at this. "He deserves it! Can you believe it? He called me an ELFLING! An ELFLING?! Can you believe the nerve of that Elf!"
Aldalome decided to keep her opinions to herself, not to anger her lady anymore than she already was. With ease, she twisted the long plait around into an elegant coil at the base of Uruviel's neck. "I could just wring his slimy neck! I HATE him! He's out to ruin my LIFE!" She paused to draw breath before rattling on. "I can't believe Father sent me here for HIM! I HATE Mirkwood! I HATE this palace! I HATE this room! And most of all I HATE LEGOLAS GREENLEAF!!" she bellowed, her face turning red from all the yelling.
"Why do you despise him so much?" Aldalome wondered out loud.
She felt Uruviel stiffen in anger. "First of all, he mocks me. All the time. He is always making fun of me. Second of all, he is an annoying little bastard who deserves to rot in Mordor. Third, he pushed me into the creek and almost drowned me. Four, it's because of HIM that my father sent me here in the first place. Fifth, I hate his stupid laugh. Sixth,--"
"Ok, ok I get the point," Aldalome cut off. She really didn't want to listen to her lady's repetitive 101 Reasons Why I Hate Legolas Greenleaf again.
"He is a stupid, arrogant, ungrateful son of an ORC!!" Uruviel yelled again.
Aldalome winced, sure that someone would've heard this racket and come in to check on them. "Lower your voice, milady. You don't want Legolas barging in on you when you're dressed like that," she gestured to the silky white under gown that Uruviel was currently dressed in.
Uruviel winced. "No I do not," she said a bit softer. "I never want to see him nor talk to him again!"
Aldalome sighed, quickly growing bored of the talk about this Legolas Greenleaf. "Milady, I really don't think he is as bad as you say he is," she said cautiously now admiring her work. "I've heard great tale about him in my homeland and you know his is famed for his kindness and skill for the bow."
"Skill my butt!" Uruviel snapped rudely. "I wish I could just KILL him!"
Aldalome chuckled dryly. "I don't think that is possible, milady. He is your Prince and you are to wed him. If you kill him, you will have no one to marry."
Uruviel's eyes grew wide and she whirled around to face her servant. "What?! I'm not marrying that brat! I can't stand him! I'll – wait. What did you say? The last part?"
"What? If you kill him, you will have no one else to marry?"
"Yes!" Uruviel said clapping her hands together. "If I kill him now, I won't have to marry him! Then I can go back and live in the Golden Woods again! This is perfect! And I know just how to kill him." She eyes were shining maliciously. "Aldalome, you must do this for me and tell no one, understand?"
Aldalome swallowed hard not liking where this conversation was going. But she had no choice but to comply to her lady's will. "Yes, my lady Uruviel? What his your wish?"
With a small smile, she whispered something very softly in her pointed ears. Aldalome's soft brown eyes grew wide but she quickly composed herself. "Understand?" Uruviel said when she was done.
Aldalome moistened her suddenly dry lips. "Yes, milady," she said weakly.
"Good. Now go!"
Aldalome bowed quickly and rushed out of the room to do her master's bidding.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
'Must win this bet!' he thought desperately. He pumped his legs even harder, his eyes wandered off to the side to look at Hithiel. Her face was shining with sweat but she didn't slow down one bit.
His handsome features curled into a small smile and he looked back to his destination. He blinked and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black whirl to his right heading straight for Hithiel.
Instinctively, he pushed Hithiel out of the way and ignored her cry of surprise. He also got down and dropped to the side of her. She looked at him with accusing eyes for cheating on the bet but soon they widened with understanding. She looked back towards the black whirl that stopped moving and now prowled around the two of them. Behind him, Legolas was rushing towards him at full speed, knives drawn.
Hithiel's piercing green eyes narrowed onto the black warrior who drew his sword quickly. He looked very familiar. The black figure advanced towards the two of them and Haldir quickly got up, pulling her to her feet. Her still injured back scraped the tunic and she winced slightly. Haldir also drew his sword but when she reached for her long knives, she found that they weren't there. Suddenly, she remembered that her knives were taken by Haldir and Legolas and she still didn't get them back yet. Cursing at herself, she faced the unknown enemy weaponless.
There was a flash as the sword hit sword and the figure and Haldir's met and locked. The two wielders pressed hard to gain the upper hand but they were equally skilled. The interlocked blades slid to the pommel and were locked. Neither could move without exposing themselves. Haldir decided to risk it and swung the enjoined blades high up and while the black figure's chest was exposed, Hithiel caught a fast glimpse of a small silver badge.
Her heart seemed to skip a beat when she saw that. 'The badge of allegiance,' she thought. 'Mother sent her!' And indeed as she looked closely, she realized that it was not a him but a her. Her mother never trusted men and every person in her small home was female. 'Mother sent her, but why? They are her private guards so why did she send them out? How did they find me?'
As she stood there, weaponless and pondering, two more of them leapt out from behind and grabbed Hithiel. Hithiel recognized them and hissed softly, "Let me go!"
She struggled and tried to swing a fist at the masked figure but it was easily countered. 'Of course. Mother just had to teach them everything she taught me,' she thought rather sarcastically. She kicked out at the two opponents but without a weapon, she could only resort to martial arts. She ducked and countered their attacked but slowly, they were pressing her back.
"Hithiel!" Legolas shouted from behind, his white knives glittering in the setting sun. He sprang on them and the two warriors quickly drew their sword and the ringing clang of steel on steel could be heard all across Mirkwood.
'They are here for me,' Hithiel realized quickly. 'Mother wouldn't have sent them if she didn't want them to retrieve me.' She stumbled back away from the flashing knives. 'I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back. Ever. I'm happy here.'
A silvery cry broke her from her thoughts and her heart leapt to her throat. It was Legolas. She whipped her head around to see Legolas's right arm bleeding from a deep gash and now the black figure was advancing on him with sword raised and poised to kill.
"No!" Hithiel yelled running at her and jerking the arm back before the sword point reached the Prince. Legolas's eyes were swimming with pain as she struggled to get up and use his one remaining good arm to fight.
The black warrior flung Hithiel off her arm and now sheathed her weapon. The other one did the same and advanced on Hithiel. "You are going back, Princess," one of them said so softly that Legolas could not hear. "Your mother wants you back tonight," she said.
Hithiel shook her head, her eyes wide. She didn't know why she was defying her mother but she knew she wanted to remain in Mirkwood. She backed away slowly, leading them away from the wounded Elf. "No. Not yet," she said in an equally soft voice but it was sharp and commanding. "Thranduil is not yet dead." From the corner of her eye, she saw two more servants of her mother coming towards Legolas. 'Run, Legolas, run! Save yourself!' she cried silently.
The two nodded. "We know. But your mother wants you back TODAY! We didn't want to do this but--" With lightning fast speed, cloth was drawn from within the tunic and whipped around Hithiel's hands and feet. The Elves, jerked upwards and she collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"No!" Hithiel yelled struggling desperately trying to free herself. They began to tie the length of cloth together and she struggled even harder. With a burst of energy, she wrenched her hands free and grabbed one of them by the neck.
She coughed and sputtered as Hithiel began to squeeze. "No," she hissed, her eyes flashing with deadly green fire. The other Elf stopped and froze when she saw her comrade begin to choke. "Not today. Tell my mother that I will be back once I finish my task. Tell her this time, I will succeed and kill Thranduil." Her voice was cold and expressionless. The Elf in her hand was quickly dying and right when she was about to faint, she released her and threw her to the ground. "Call off your warriors." She saw a flicker of doubt cross in her eyes.
"But your mother said--" began the other Elf but Hithiel silenced her with a glare.
"I don't care what she said! I said call off you warriors! NOW!" Hithiel commanded, surprised at herself for defying her mother.
The Elf was still regaining her breath. She threw Hithiel one last hopeless glanced before letting out a shrill birdcall. The three fighting ones froze when they heard the call and took something from their tunic. Hithiel knew what was going to happen next. Her mother was extremely skillful in everything stealth. Silent poison and deadly gases were her specialty.
The three fighters, threw the tiny object on the ground, emitting a gas- like fog. She looked at the two that she was talking to and found that they too were under the cover to the gas. She was use to it and walked in it easily to Legolas who was nearby and coughing from the gas. His pale face was red from inhalation but Hithiel knew that the gas wasn't really dangerous. It was only used for cover and to slip away unnoticed. Grimly, she helped the Prince to his feet. The gash on his arm was nothing serious but it will need to be bound to stop the blood flow. "Haldir?" she called out into the gray mist.
"Aye, I am here," he called back. Hithiel tracked the voice to its owner and found Haldir looking around for his opponent.
"Let's go back," she said quickly, gesturing to Legolas. "He is injured."
Haldir's eyes widened but nodded quickly as all three of them left to go back to the palace to have dinner – with Uruviel.
Ugh. So tired. Sorry if I made any spelling errors and stuff but I'm half- asleep right now. I really need to find a good place to stop. Ok, reviews responses are below and the next chapter will be posted up soon!...I hope.
Flaredancer: Oh good! You were the first one to catch on to that! I was wondering how many people would figure that out. Yes, Legolas and Hithiel are half siblings but they don't know that yet. It might sound like incest but trust me, it isn't. I'm not making this one an incest so there will be a couple more twists. There is also something else that I was hoping someone will catch. It has something to do with what Ambaril had said in one of the earlier chapters: You Were Wrong.
S* Quilltwiner: Cool! I love your names! Quilltwiner, Penweaver. Very cool! Yup, like Flaredancer, you figured that part out! I promise, this is not going to be incest because I'm going to put a lot more twists in the plot. Hehe, and there is something else that you and Flaredancer didn't catch yet. I'll give you a hint, it's in the chapter You Were Wrong at the very beginning in Ambaril's little POV. And it has something to do with Hithiel. That's all I'm going to say but even if you don't catch it, I'll tell you in a couple more chapters.
Brazgirl: Yes! Play is good and I LOVE making characters sound like little stupid brats! Lol especially Uruviel. I don't know why, her shot in Fellowship of the Ring made her look so... snooty I guess. Ok, fine, well, she looked snooty to me. *grins* Haldir DID win the bet! That's why Ambaril had to be his servant. But if he lost... hehe ^-^U yes I know I'm kinda perverted but wouldn't you like to see Haldir like that?
Lorien angel: Is this update count as 'soon'? lol Thank you SO much for reviewing!
Cherryfaerie: Uhh... you probably found out by now but she was an Elf of Lothlorien sent to Mirkwood by her father to wed Legolas so he could inherit the throne. She appeared once in FotR and she looked really snooty so I guess that's why I made her such an annoying lil' brat! Lol Update your fic soon! I love it!
A'mael: How do you pronounce your name? Just wondering. No, I don't mind swearing a lot. Update your story soon! I hate it when people leave a story on a cliff!! I NEED to know what happens next! Please update!!
DarkCloudSurfer: Yup, it's ol' Hithiel again! No, you can't have her this time either since she's my favorite OC. Uruviel is a brat and now she's off on a killing rampage. Can't it get any better?
The Camel: Any violence would make you happy wouldn't it? Well, Legolas got INJURED in this chapter so is that enough violence for you? Me? Disturbed? Nah! You like blowing people up so I wouldn't be talking!
KeeperOfNenya: Very cool name, Galadriel! Lol jk! Anyways, thanks for reviewing! Man, you are loyal!
Tinuviel88: Have you ever thought about getting an account? *shrugs* Just wondering. Yeah, I would LOVE to see a naked Haldir! Yum! Ok, maybe not like that but... ya know?...
LotrFreako: Mmm-hmm. I think you got most of the important details but you and the two other people all missed one little thing about Hithiel. Try to find it but I'm telling ya, it's a REALLY small detail.
Mithithiel: Oh, yes, she defiantly deserved that one! My friend did that to me and so, that's where I got the idea!
Author's Note: Spring break is over, meaning updates will be slower. I'll try to do it once a week but I promise nothing. Thanks to all those who reviewed! I love you all! Oh, and will not be a...oh, I shouldn't tell you that yet. My bad! *grins* You just have to wait to see!
Bittersweet Revenge
Never Knew
Legolas's horse snorted as the Prince mounted it, objecting to the filthy state he was in. Clumps of dirt were stuck to the dirty blond hair and the tunic was soaking wet. As the Prince mounted, the dirt brushed onto the glossy white coat of the horse. Legolas laughed and kicked it into a gallop towards the palace.
Behind him, he could hear the steady rhythm of horse hoof beats growing louder. A swift glance behind him told him Uruviel was gaining on him, seeking revenge. "I thought you said you were the better rider!" he yelled out over his shoulder.
He grinned when he heard a growl coming from behind over the rhythmic pounding. "I am!" she yelled back and by now her brown gelding was sprinting next to the stallion. "I can beat you in riding any day!"
"How about now?" he yelled back before nudging his stallion into a fast sprint. He felt the stallion surge forwards in response and he lost his breath at the sudden change in speed. His fists dug into the white mane and looked squarely between the two tiny ears.
The brown gelding was smaller but as she had said before, she was indeed a good rider. She was balanced lightly above the brown, putting as little weight as possible on the horse. It looked so easy but when Legolas glanced to her, he saw the gelding was bathed in sweat from the exertion.
Taking this advantage, he tried to nudge the stallion into an even faster tempo. It responded beautifully and outpaced the brown the last ten yards. As soon as the pair reached the stables, he leapt off, without waiting for it to slow and leaned casually on the doorway. A few seconds later, Uruviel came galloping in, her face red and hair in tangles. She glared at Legolas without saying a word. The humiliation of her defeat was enough for her.
"You better change for supper," he said looking pointedly at her. He said nothing else but his eyes were mocking and shining with mirth.
He walked out, leaving the enraged Elf behind to get a nice bath and a clean set of tunic. He knew he looked just as bad as she did. He slipped in quietly, praying that no one would see him like this.
As he walked quietly down the hallway to his room, he found Haldir doubled over with laughter. "Are you okay, Haldir?" he asked walking up to his friend.
Haldir's face was red from laughing and he tried to respond he was laughing to hard. He took one look at Legolas's state and burst into new peals of laughter. The Prince shook his head and started to lead the Guardian back into his room without alerting too much attention.
Hithiel was already in there, where he had left her before he went riding. She was perched next to the window, her green eyes following the trails of falling leaves.
"Pray tell what's so funny?" he asked when he slid the wooden door shut.
"Your brother, Ambaril," he said with an evil smirk. "I made him dust my boots."
"Is that it?" Legolas could see there was more and was surprised that Ambaril would ever lower himself to do that.
"Oh, yes! Lots! I made him groom my horse, clean out his barn, polish his hooves, plait his mane and tail, and get rid of the big manure pile at the very back of the barn that has been there for weeks!" A wide smile was plastered to his face as he reported everything he made the Eldest Son of Thranduil do.
Legolas smirked as he imagined his brother mucking out the stalls. He would reek of manure once he was finished. Of course, that was probably Haldir's plan all along. "How did you get him to do that?" he wondered out loud.
"A bet," he said simply. "I won."
"But what if you lost?" he asked. "Would your punishment be this bad?"
Haldir waved his hand dismissively. "I only had to run around the courtroom naked acting like a Dwarf."
Azure eyes grew wide. "Only?! You ONLY had to... Oh, Valor. What if you lost?! How could you?"
"I didn't lose," the Guardian insisted. "I won't lose a bet like that!"
"What was the bet on?"
"That I was faster than him," he said. "And I am, so now he is my servant for twenty-four hours. I would never lose a race like that."
"Oh really?" A new voice joined the conversation. The two male Elves turned around in surprise. "Can you beat me?" Hithiel said with I small grin.
A smile curved on Haldir's face. He looked her up and down, sizing her up. "Probably," he said with a shrug. He was surprised but pleased that she started talking to him. He remembered all too well when they first met and she had tried to slice his ear off.
Emerald glittered with excitement of competition. "Another bet then, Haldir. If you win-"
"If I win, you will tell us everything about you and your past," he interrupted.
He saw her eyes grow wide. She swallowed. "Fine, but if I win, I don't have to and I get a rematch!" Her eyes sparkled defiantly. "Last time we sparred. Legolas interfered. If he didn't, I wouldn't have lost."
"Deal, mellon," he said confidently. [Friend]
'Mellon! He called me a friend! I have... a friend...' A strange feeling welled up inside of her and she couldn't place a finger on what it was. It was like she had someone to trust. A friend. It was all new to her. She had never felt happiness in her life before, or ever had someone to trust.
"Hithiel?" Haldir's concerned voice broke through her foggy thoughts. Her eyes snapped back to the situation at hand.
"What? Still think you can beat me?" she mocked. But her voice was not unfriendly like the cold tone she use to address them in.
Legolas smiled faintly. He saw that she was finally open to them, even to Haldir. Maybe they could find out more about this Elf and her past. That is... if Haldir won the bet.
"If I can beat Ambaril, I can beat anyone," he boasted confidently. Legolas sighed. Haldir never changed and his ego was already inflated today by his triumph over his brother.
Hithiel smirked rather evilly. "Fine, let's go."
The two of them left the room to seek an open field in which they would race in with Legolas trailing behind.
"This should work," said Haldir thoughtfully looking at the field along the edge of the woods in which Legolas got thrown into the creek earlier. "I'll give you a chance to forfeit if you want," he offered.
Hithiel made a noise that sounded like between a snort and a laugh and shook her head, causing ripples of black to roll down her back. With a smirk, she crouched down, all muscles tense and waiting for the signal from Legolas.
"Go!" a clear voice rang out and the two seasoned warriors sprang off. All the tension from her exploded and she shot forward, hair streaming behind her like a banner. She pumped her legs furiously, trying to get the upper hand. Haldir was right next to her, just a little bit ahead...
~*~*~With Uruviel~*~*~
"I HATE that Legolas Greenleaf! I HATE HIM!! I HATE HIM!!" she rambled to her personal servant. The servant was usually a good friend and someone to confide in but now, she didn't care if she seemed rude to Aldalome. (A/N: Elf of Lothlorien from FOTR)
Aldalome patiently listened as Uruviel rattled off why she hated the prince and what a despicable creature he was. "He can't be that bad right? I mean, he's the prince!"
"A stupid Prince," Uruviel snarled back. "He's just another stupid lumbering oaf! That BASTARD!! I don't even want to LOOK at him! I want to KILL him!"
"Don't do anything rash, milady," Aldalome replied patiently, use to seeing Uruviel's fits of temper and wasn't at all surprised as she brushed the long, newly washed brown hair.
"Rash?!" Uruviel whirled around to face her servant, her eyes narrowed into slits. "I am never RASH! He deserves to die! That son of an orc!"
Aldalome quietly turned her around again and began to plait the hair. "I could kill him. I really could," the young Elf muttered. Aldalome smothered a giggle at this. "He deserves it! Can you believe it? He called me an ELFLING! An ELFLING?! Can you believe the nerve of that Elf!"
Aldalome decided to keep her opinions to herself, not to anger her lady anymore than she already was. With ease, she twisted the long plait around into an elegant coil at the base of Uruviel's neck. "I could just wring his slimy neck! I HATE him! He's out to ruin my LIFE!" She paused to draw breath before rattling on. "I can't believe Father sent me here for HIM! I HATE Mirkwood! I HATE this palace! I HATE this room! And most of all I HATE LEGOLAS GREENLEAF!!" she bellowed, her face turning red from all the yelling.
"Why do you despise him so much?" Aldalome wondered out loud.
She felt Uruviel stiffen in anger. "First of all, he mocks me. All the time. He is always making fun of me. Second of all, he is an annoying little bastard who deserves to rot in Mordor. Third, he pushed me into the creek and almost drowned me. Four, it's because of HIM that my father sent me here in the first place. Fifth, I hate his stupid laugh. Sixth,--"
"Ok, ok I get the point," Aldalome cut off. She really didn't want to listen to her lady's repetitive 101 Reasons Why I Hate Legolas Greenleaf again.
"He is a stupid, arrogant, ungrateful son of an ORC!!" Uruviel yelled again.
Aldalome winced, sure that someone would've heard this racket and come in to check on them. "Lower your voice, milady. You don't want Legolas barging in on you when you're dressed like that," she gestured to the silky white under gown that Uruviel was currently dressed in.
Uruviel winced. "No I do not," she said a bit softer. "I never want to see him nor talk to him again!"
Aldalome sighed, quickly growing bored of the talk about this Legolas Greenleaf. "Milady, I really don't think he is as bad as you say he is," she said cautiously now admiring her work. "I've heard great tale about him in my homeland and you know his is famed for his kindness and skill for the bow."
"Skill my butt!" Uruviel snapped rudely. "I wish I could just KILL him!"
Aldalome chuckled dryly. "I don't think that is possible, milady. He is your Prince and you are to wed him. If you kill him, you will have no one to marry."
Uruviel's eyes grew wide and she whirled around to face her servant. "What?! I'm not marrying that brat! I can't stand him! I'll – wait. What did you say? The last part?"
"What? If you kill him, you will have no one else to marry?"
"Yes!" Uruviel said clapping her hands together. "If I kill him now, I won't have to marry him! Then I can go back and live in the Golden Woods again! This is perfect! And I know just how to kill him." She eyes were shining maliciously. "Aldalome, you must do this for me and tell no one, understand?"
Aldalome swallowed hard not liking where this conversation was going. But she had no choice but to comply to her lady's will. "Yes, my lady Uruviel? What his your wish?"
With a small smile, she whispered something very softly in her pointed ears. Aldalome's soft brown eyes grew wide but she quickly composed herself. "Understand?" Uruviel said when she was done.
Aldalome moistened her suddenly dry lips. "Yes, milady," she said weakly.
"Good. Now go!"
Aldalome bowed quickly and rushed out of the room to do her master's bidding.
~*~*~With Haldir~*~*~
'Must win this bet!' he thought desperately. He pumped his legs even harder, his eyes wandered off to the side to look at Hithiel. Her face was shining with sweat but she didn't slow down one bit.
His handsome features curled into a small smile and he looked back to his destination. He blinked and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black whirl to his right heading straight for Hithiel.
Instinctively, he pushed Hithiel out of the way and ignored her cry of surprise. He also got down and dropped to the side of her. She looked at him with accusing eyes for cheating on the bet but soon they widened with understanding. She looked back towards the black whirl that stopped moving and now prowled around the two of them. Behind him, Legolas was rushing towards him at full speed, knives drawn.
Hithiel's piercing green eyes narrowed onto the black warrior who drew his sword quickly. He looked very familiar. The black figure advanced towards the two of them and Haldir quickly got up, pulling her to her feet. Her still injured back scraped the tunic and she winced slightly. Haldir also drew his sword but when she reached for her long knives, she found that they weren't there. Suddenly, she remembered that her knives were taken by Haldir and Legolas and she still didn't get them back yet. Cursing at herself, she faced the unknown enemy weaponless.
There was a flash as the sword hit sword and the figure and Haldir's met and locked. The two wielders pressed hard to gain the upper hand but they were equally skilled. The interlocked blades slid to the pommel and were locked. Neither could move without exposing themselves. Haldir decided to risk it and swung the enjoined blades high up and while the black figure's chest was exposed, Hithiel caught a fast glimpse of a small silver badge.
Her heart seemed to skip a beat when she saw that. 'The badge of allegiance,' she thought. 'Mother sent her!' And indeed as she looked closely, she realized that it was not a him but a her. Her mother never trusted men and every person in her small home was female. 'Mother sent her, but why? They are her private guards so why did she send them out? How did they find me?'
As she stood there, weaponless and pondering, two more of them leapt out from behind and grabbed Hithiel. Hithiel recognized them and hissed softly, "Let me go!"
She struggled and tried to swing a fist at the masked figure but it was easily countered. 'Of course. Mother just had to teach them everything she taught me,' she thought rather sarcastically. She kicked out at the two opponents but without a weapon, she could only resort to martial arts. She ducked and countered their attacked but slowly, they were pressing her back.
"Hithiel!" Legolas shouted from behind, his white knives glittering in the setting sun. He sprang on them and the two warriors quickly drew their sword and the ringing clang of steel on steel could be heard all across Mirkwood.
'They are here for me,' Hithiel realized quickly. 'Mother wouldn't have sent them if she didn't want them to retrieve me.' She stumbled back away from the flashing knives. 'I don't want to leave. I don't want to go back. Ever. I'm happy here.'
A silvery cry broke her from her thoughts and her heart leapt to her throat. It was Legolas. She whipped her head around to see Legolas's right arm bleeding from a deep gash and now the black figure was advancing on him with sword raised and poised to kill.
"No!" Hithiel yelled running at her and jerking the arm back before the sword point reached the Prince. Legolas's eyes were swimming with pain as she struggled to get up and use his one remaining good arm to fight.
The black warrior flung Hithiel off her arm and now sheathed her weapon. The other one did the same and advanced on Hithiel. "You are going back, Princess," one of them said so softly that Legolas could not hear. "Your mother wants you back tonight," she said.
Hithiel shook her head, her eyes wide. She didn't know why she was defying her mother but she knew she wanted to remain in Mirkwood. She backed away slowly, leading them away from the wounded Elf. "No. Not yet," she said in an equally soft voice but it was sharp and commanding. "Thranduil is not yet dead." From the corner of her eye, she saw two more servants of her mother coming towards Legolas. 'Run, Legolas, run! Save yourself!' she cried silently.
The two nodded. "We know. But your mother wants you back TODAY! We didn't want to do this but--" With lightning fast speed, cloth was drawn from within the tunic and whipped around Hithiel's hands and feet. The Elves, jerked upwards and she collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"No!" Hithiel yelled struggling desperately trying to free herself. They began to tie the length of cloth together and she struggled even harder. With a burst of energy, she wrenched her hands free and grabbed one of them by the neck.
She coughed and sputtered as Hithiel began to squeeze. "No," she hissed, her eyes flashing with deadly green fire. The other Elf stopped and froze when she saw her comrade begin to choke. "Not today. Tell my mother that I will be back once I finish my task. Tell her this time, I will succeed and kill Thranduil." Her voice was cold and expressionless. The Elf in her hand was quickly dying and right when she was about to faint, she released her and threw her to the ground. "Call off your warriors." She saw a flicker of doubt cross in her eyes.
"But your mother said--" began the other Elf but Hithiel silenced her with a glare.
"I don't care what she said! I said call off you warriors! NOW!" Hithiel commanded, surprised at herself for defying her mother.
The Elf was still regaining her breath. She threw Hithiel one last hopeless glanced before letting out a shrill birdcall. The three fighting ones froze when they heard the call and took something from their tunic. Hithiel knew what was going to happen next. Her mother was extremely skillful in everything stealth. Silent poison and deadly gases were her specialty.
The three fighters, threw the tiny object on the ground, emitting a gas- like fog. She looked at the two that she was talking to and found that they too were under the cover to the gas. She was use to it and walked in it easily to Legolas who was nearby and coughing from the gas. His pale face was red from inhalation but Hithiel knew that the gas wasn't really dangerous. It was only used for cover and to slip away unnoticed. Grimly, she helped the Prince to his feet. The gash on his arm was nothing serious but it will need to be bound to stop the blood flow. "Haldir?" she called out into the gray mist.
"Aye, I am here," he called back. Hithiel tracked the voice to its owner and found Haldir looking around for his opponent.
"Let's go back," she said quickly, gesturing to Legolas. "He is injured."
Haldir's eyes widened but nodded quickly as all three of them left to go back to the palace to have dinner – with Uruviel.
Ugh. So tired. Sorry if I made any spelling errors and stuff but I'm half- asleep right now. I really need to find a good place to stop. Ok, reviews responses are below and the next chapter will be posted up soon!...I hope.
Flaredancer: Oh good! You were the first one to catch on to that! I was wondering how many people would figure that out. Yes, Legolas and Hithiel are half siblings but they don't know that yet. It might sound like incest but trust me, it isn't. I'm not making this one an incest so there will be a couple more twists. There is also something else that I was hoping someone will catch. It has something to do with what Ambaril had said in one of the earlier chapters: You Were Wrong.
S* Quilltwiner: Cool! I love your names! Quilltwiner, Penweaver. Very cool! Yup, like Flaredancer, you figured that part out! I promise, this is not going to be incest because I'm going to put a lot more twists in the plot. Hehe, and there is something else that you and Flaredancer didn't catch yet. I'll give you a hint, it's in the chapter You Were Wrong at the very beginning in Ambaril's little POV. And it has something to do with Hithiel. That's all I'm going to say but even if you don't catch it, I'll tell you in a couple more chapters.
Brazgirl: Yes! Play is good and I LOVE making characters sound like little stupid brats! Lol especially Uruviel. I don't know why, her shot in Fellowship of the Ring made her look so... snooty I guess. Ok, fine, well, she looked snooty to me. *grins* Haldir DID win the bet! That's why Ambaril had to be his servant. But if he lost... hehe ^-^U yes I know I'm kinda perverted but wouldn't you like to see Haldir like that?
Lorien angel: Is this update count as 'soon'? lol Thank you SO much for reviewing!
Cherryfaerie: Uhh... you probably found out by now but she was an Elf of Lothlorien sent to Mirkwood by her father to wed Legolas so he could inherit the throne. She appeared once in FotR and she looked really snooty so I guess that's why I made her such an annoying lil' brat! Lol Update your fic soon! I love it!
A'mael: How do you pronounce your name? Just wondering. No, I don't mind swearing a lot. Update your story soon! I hate it when people leave a story on a cliff!! I NEED to know what happens next! Please update!!
DarkCloudSurfer: Yup, it's ol' Hithiel again! No, you can't have her this time either since she's my favorite OC. Uruviel is a brat and now she's off on a killing rampage. Can't it get any better?
The Camel: Any violence would make you happy wouldn't it? Well, Legolas got INJURED in this chapter so is that enough violence for you? Me? Disturbed? Nah! You like blowing people up so I wouldn't be talking!
KeeperOfNenya: Very cool name, Galadriel! Lol jk! Anyways, thanks for reviewing! Man, you are loyal!
Tinuviel88: Have you ever thought about getting an account? *shrugs* Just wondering. Yeah, I would LOVE to see a naked Haldir! Yum! Ok, maybe not like that but... ya know?...
LotrFreako: Mmm-hmm. I think you got most of the important details but you and the two other people all missed one little thing about Hithiel. Try to find it but I'm telling ya, it's a REALLY small detail.
Mithithiel: Oh, yes, she defiantly deserved that one! My friend did that to me and so, that's where I got the idea!