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Calirie Halanwe..Im glag yo found it interesting ^_^
muge...thk you! for reading this fic too..and thanx for the correction
Chapter 4
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She was lying on something really soft. She took a deep breath and felt the fresh scent of the forest. "God! Don't tell me Im still lying on the clearing!" she thought miserably. But she was not. Voices. Two voices to be precise. She couldnt make out what they were saying but she could tell one of the speakers was really angry.
She let her eyelids open and saw that she was in an enormous four-posted bed with beautiful and soft sheets. But not only the sheets were beautiful but everything! The room itself was gorgeous. She could see a huge window that led to an equally huge balcony.
There were two figures standing a few metres away from the bed. The two of them were male and had silky long blonde hair. They were very much alike, though the one who seemed angry was kind of.... well...not older but wiser and had dark eyes. While the other one was younger and had pirecing blue eyes.
"I cannot belive you shot her!" the dark-eyed one yelled to the other one whose eyes glued to the floor. "How could you?!" At the lack of reply he sighed in exasperation. "But adar! She was wearing black clothes and acted so mercilessly when killing the orcs! Though I thought it was strange... I thought she was a nazgûl! Besides, she was kneeling next to Eldarion! She may have hurt him!"
Narya knew that voice. She sat up and yelled making the two men litterary jump. "YOU!!! You shot an arrow to me!" She stood up and approached the blue-eyed man menacingly. "Not just an arrow but a poisoned arrow! Are you mad?! You dont go out there shooting people, you know?!" The younger man was left stunned unable to reply. He just stood there, staring at this girl shouting to a member of the royal family. The other one composed himself almost immediately and greeted "Good morning, my lady." giving a deep bow.
She didnt expect this to happen and blushed ashamed by her sudden outburst. "We do owe you an apology. However let me introduce myslef and my son first." he continued. Narya just nodded silently. Her cheeks turning to a crimson colour. " I am Thranduil, ruler of this forest and this...is Prince Legolas, my son." He waited for his son to bow as well as he had done but he was too shock to do so. The King went on "Please, take a seat, my lady. The healers would have my head if they knew you are up." Narya complied and sat down on the bed.
"There are certain questions we would like you to answer first , if you dont mind of course, lady..." "Narya"she finished. "Ok, lady Narya" "No!" Thranduils' eyebrow rose and she blushed even more furiously. "Just Narya, if possible"she finished. The King smiled gently and went on "Ok..Narya then. Where is your hometown? Maybe we can send a few messangers to let your relatives know you are well." She hesitated for a moment. They would find out later anyway. "I am not from here..." she began. "Yes, I know, that is why I am asking you where you come from. Your parents must be worried about you. I shall send them a message." "No, you do not understand...." She told them everything that had happended since Severus and she were in the Geller Manor.
"Well...this is strange." the King whispered once her story was over."I will call someone who might help you go back. Though I expect it will take some time for him to arrive." His son was just staring blankly at the newcomer. She had something he didn't like. She was so....dark....so ....heartless and merciless. He had seen her killing those orcs with so much pleasure and ease. To him, she was nothing more than a murderer and to make matters worse, for him, first impressions were often the lasting ones. Of course he didnt know her well, actually he didn't know her at all and he himself had killed countless of orcs but still he didn't like her. The fact that she had yelled at him didn't help either.
As silence lingered among the three, Narya asked "How is the boy feeling? And... with all due respect.....What ARE you?" She had noticed their pointed ears. The King chuckled and replied kindly "He's well. In fact he has been asking for you. He is really grateful, you know? And we are elves." He was about to explain what elves were like but Legolas took over. " We are immortal, have a better hearing, eyesight and reflexes than humans. We have light feet and do not tire easily." He pushed up his chin arrogantly. "Well...he IS humble.... What is he waiting for? Does he want me to build him a monument?" she thougt irritated.
"I suppose you must be still tired....I suggest you get some more sleep" They both turned away to go out of the room but Narya spoke "Actually, my lord, I dont feel tired. I was hoping I could get out of bed and go for ....a walk, maybe?"
Thranduils' eyes widen amazed by her fast recovery." Well..." he began " It is fine by me...but I would like my son to go with you... just in case." At that Legolas glared at his father but he decided to ignore it and went on "You may want to have a bath and change your clothes. Thalion did his best to wash out the orc blood but we have no female healers and we thought it not proper to change you into a nightgrow. We would have made a maid change you but we were afraid that the wounds would reopen. There are clothes that will fit you in the wardrobe." They were about to leave but the King added one more thing "Oh! Yes Legolas will pick you in...let's say an hour?" Narya nodded and then glared at Legolas, who glared back. They close the door behind them and she was left alone.
She examined the room more carefully and saw an en suite bathroom she had not noticed before. She stood and went into it. She gasped. The bathroom was beautiful, even more than the one in the Geller Manor, and that was saying a lot! The bathtub was huge and filled with steamming water. It seemed tat the water circulated permanently. "What a waste of water!" she thought in dismay, but as soon as her realised how stupid that had sound, she rolled her eyes.
She looked down at herself. Her robe was black, but she could feel that it was all caked with blood. Not only orcs blood but her own. She took off her filthy tattered cloaths and left them in the corner of the room. Her shoulder had already healed as well as her hand. She also noticed that the pirecing pain caused by the broken rib was gone. "I must thank the healer later" she made a mental note.
She sumerged in the refreshing water letting its warmth melt the tenssness of her muscles. She washed herself with closed eyes. She would often do that or look somewhere else but her body, for it was all covered with scars.....and she didnt want to remember. It was too painful. It was only when she got to her right hand that she opened them again.
Her eyes glued to her "focus". It was gorgeous, she thought. Mr Ollivander had done a great job indeed. It was a blacelet, though it went upto her middle finger. It was made of silver and it was encrustated with an expensive magical black stone. It was from there where all her weapons came from. It was very usefull and she loved it for that. Her katana, twin blades, arrows and bow, scythe would just materialize in her hands. The bracelet it self was formed by an animal figure. Well...in her case two. She slowly closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to the second time she had gone to that store.
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Calirie Halanwe..Im glag yo found it interesting ^_^
muge...thk you! for reading this fic too..and thanx for the correction
Chapter 4
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She was lying on something really soft. She took a deep breath and felt the fresh scent of the forest. "God! Don't tell me Im still lying on the clearing!" she thought miserably. But she was not. Voices. Two voices to be precise. She couldnt make out what they were saying but she could tell one of the speakers was really angry.
She let her eyelids open and saw that she was in an enormous four-posted bed with beautiful and soft sheets. But not only the sheets were beautiful but everything! The room itself was gorgeous. She could see a huge window that led to an equally huge balcony.
There were two figures standing a few metres away from the bed. The two of them were male and had silky long blonde hair. They were very much alike, though the one who seemed angry was kind of.... well...not older but wiser and had dark eyes. While the other one was younger and had pirecing blue eyes.
"I cannot belive you shot her!" the dark-eyed one yelled to the other one whose eyes glued to the floor. "How could you?!" At the lack of reply he sighed in exasperation. "But adar! She was wearing black clothes and acted so mercilessly when killing the orcs! Though I thought it was strange... I thought she was a nazgûl! Besides, she was kneeling next to Eldarion! She may have hurt him!"
Narya knew that voice. She sat up and yelled making the two men litterary jump. "YOU!!! You shot an arrow to me!" She stood up and approached the blue-eyed man menacingly. "Not just an arrow but a poisoned arrow! Are you mad?! You dont go out there shooting people, you know?!" The younger man was left stunned unable to reply. He just stood there, staring at this girl shouting to a member of the royal family. The other one composed himself almost immediately and greeted "Good morning, my lady." giving a deep bow.
She didnt expect this to happen and blushed ashamed by her sudden outburst. "We do owe you an apology. However let me introduce myslef and my son first." he continued. Narya just nodded silently. Her cheeks turning to a crimson colour. " I am Thranduil, ruler of this forest and this...is Prince Legolas, my son." He waited for his son to bow as well as he had done but he was too shock to do so. The King went on "Please, take a seat, my lady. The healers would have my head if they knew you are up." Narya complied and sat down on the bed.
"There are certain questions we would like you to answer first , if you dont mind of course, lady..." "Narya"she finished. "Ok, lady Narya" "No!" Thranduils' eyebrow rose and she blushed even more furiously. "Just Narya, if possible"she finished. The King smiled gently and went on "Ok..Narya then. Where is your hometown? Maybe we can send a few messangers to let your relatives know you are well." She hesitated for a moment. They would find out later anyway. "I am not from here..." she began. "Yes, I know, that is why I am asking you where you come from. Your parents must be worried about you. I shall send them a message." "No, you do not understand...." She told them everything that had happended since Severus and she were in the Geller Manor.
"Well...this is strange." the King whispered once her story was over."I will call someone who might help you go back. Though I expect it will take some time for him to arrive." His son was just staring blankly at the newcomer. She had something he didn't like. She was so....dark....so ....heartless and merciless. He had seen her killing those orcs with so much pleasure and ease. To him, she was nothing more than a murderer and to make matters worse, for him, first impressions were often the lasting ones. Of course he didnt know her well, actually he didn't know her at all and he himself had killed countless of orcs but still he didn't like her. The fact that she had yelled at him didn't help either.
As silence lingered among the three, Narya asked "How is the boy feeling? And... with all due respect.....What ARE you?" She had noticed their pointed ears. The King chuckled and replied kindly "He's well. In fact he has been asking for you. He is really grateful, you know? And we are elves." He was about to explain what elves were like but Legolas took over. " We are immortal, have a better hearing, eyesight and reflexes than humans. We have light feet and do not tire easily." He pushed up his chin arrogantly. "Well...he IS humble.... What is he waiting for? Does he want me to build him a monument?" she thougt irritated.
"I suppose you must be still tired....I suggest you get some more sleep" They both turned away to go out of the room but Narya spoke "Actually, my lord, I dont feel tired. I was hoping I could get out of bed and go for ....a walk, maybe?"
Thranduils' eyes widen amazed by her fast recovery." Well..." he began " It is fine by me...but I would like my son to go with you... just in case." At that Legolas glared at his father but he decided to ignore it and went on "You may want to have a bath and change your clothes. Thalion did his best to wash out the orc blood but we have no female healers and we thought it not proper to change you into a nightgrow. We would have made a maid change you but we were afraid that the wounds would reopen. There are clothes that will fit you in the wardrobe." They were about to leave but the King added one more thing "Oh! Yes Legolas will pick you in...let's say an hour?" Narya nodded and then glared at Legolas, who glared back. They close the door behind them and she was left alone.
She examined the room more carefully and saw an en suite bathroom she had not noticed before. She stood and went into it. She gasped. The bathroom was beautiful, even more than the one in the Geller Manor, and that was saying a lot! The bathtub was huge and filled with steamming water. It seemed tat the water circulated permanently. "What a waste of water!" she thought in dismay, but as soon as her realised how stupid that had sound, she rolled her eyes.
She looked down at herself. Her robe was black, but she could feel that it was all caked with blood. Not only orcs blood but her own. She took off her filthy tattered cloaths and left them in the corner of the room. Her shoulder had already healed as well as her hand. She also noticed that the pirecing pain caused by the broken rib was gone. "I must thank the healer later" she made a mental note.
She sumerged in the refreshing water letting its warmth melt the tenssness of her muscles. She washed herself with closed eyes. She would often do that or look somewhere else but her body, for it was all covered with scars.....and she didnt want to remember. It was too painful. It was only when she got to her right hand that she opened them again.
Her eyes glued to her "focus". It was gorgeous, she thought. Mr Ollivander had done a great job indeed. It was a blacelet, though it went upto her middle finger. It was made of silver and it was encrustated with an expensive magical black stone. It was from there where all her weapons came from. It was very usefull and she loved it for that. Her katana, twin blades, arrows and bow, scythe would just materialize in her hands. The bracelet it self was formed by an animal figure. Well...in her case two. She slowly closed her eyes and let her mind drift back to the second time she had gone to that store.
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