AUTHOR'S NOTE: Help me! My muses have taken me hostage and are forcing me
to ignore my homework, chores, and basically my life to write! Must - stop
- writing. its no use! Well, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my
imprisonment. Please review. perhaps some good reviews could persuade this
one particular muse into easing up a little. It is hard to focus on writing
with a deadly weapon at your back, trust me.
Frustration:
"Can you tell me?" Legolas seemed more sullen than usual as he declined.
"No, not tonight." I looked up at him in concern as we neared my room on our return trip from a rather fancy dinner.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, I am only . . . tired. I think I will retire early tonight." I peered up at him through narrowed eyes. I did not believe him, but he obviously was not in the mood to talk, so I let it go - for now. I stood on tiptoe to give him a quick peck on the cheek before he returned the favor and turned to leave. I watched his retreating form with concern. He had been acting peculiar and distant all evening. I had actually felt like dancing tonight(a very rare occurrence), but he had declined when I had suggested dancing, while he would usually jump at the chance. He had not eaten anything and had seemed to be brooding about something. I stood there for a few moments contemplating his strange behavior, but my train of thought was broken by a hand on my shoulder.
"Ah!" I cried in surprise. "Oh, Aldeon," I scolded as I turned to see the culprit, my brother. "Why must you scare me like that?"
"Because it is fun," he replied.
"That seems to be the consensus around here," I muttered.
"What are you doing?" he asked, following me into my room.
"I *was* going to go to bed," I said as I dug in a drawer for something more comfortable than the formal dress I was currently wearing. I pulled out the first things I found, some of my own leggings and one of Legolas's tunics that had somehow found itself into my room. Aldeon frowned and took it.
"Is this Legolas's?"
"Yes," I replied as I snatched it back. "And right now it looks fairly comfortable so I would appreciate you not taking it." I turned away and changed quickly while he spoke.
"Why is his tunic in your room?" he asked. After I had pulled the tunic over my head, I turned around, exasperated with his questions.
"I do not know! He has evidently left it in here at some point in time and I stuffed it in a drawer. What do you think, I crept quietly into his room one night and stole it?"
"Well if that is the case," Aldeon said, ignoring my last sarcastic comment, "Why is Legolas taking his tunic off in your room?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"Please tell me you are not still on *that*," I said. "Why must you press the issue, an issue that does not exist?! You really offended Legolas that night you busted in here, you know." Aldeon let out a snort of laughter at that. "Oh, that is funny, is it? Is the fact that I am also growing weary of your questions and accusations funny, too? Legolas and I are close, yes, but not in *that* way! I am as close to him as I am to you, and yet I do not see Legolas accusing you of such things!"
"I am your brother, Mara, that is quite different!" Aldeon said angrily, his face red all the way to the tips of his ears.
"And Legolas is like a brother to me! He always has been, always will be, that is not changing!" Again Aldeon began to say something but stopped himself. "If you are not going to argue fairly, and by that I mean saying what you are thinking, then leave."
"Is it so bad that I want to look after you?" he asked.
"It is when you take it to these extremes," I replied as I motioned him to the door.
"All I can tell you is to consider why I may be doing that," he said as he stalked off down the hallway to his room. " I closed the door and rubbed my temples, where a headache was very quickly settling. I loved both Legolas and Aldeon, but they could both frustrate me to my wit's end.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I crept quietly through the trees, alert to my surrounding so as not to be taken unawares by some wild creature. I had decided to leave the palace for a while and was reacquainting myself with the surrounding forest, which I had not visited for quite a while. The sun shone through the trees, creating beautiful splotches of light on the forest floor. The wind rustled the leaves, causing the shadows between the splashes of light to move about. I sighed, enjoying the peace.
Unfortunately, that peace was quickly shattered as a hand clamped over my mouth and I felt the cold edge of a dagger at my throat. I was filled with fear before I heard my captor's calm voice.
"It is unwise to walk these woods unarmed," Legolas said as he released me. I turned to him with murder in my eyes.
"Legolas Thranduillion, I swear I am going to-" I was cut off by his laughter. "I am glad you are so amused," I said with my hands on my hips.
"Your eyes are on fire," he said suddenly. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Have you been into your father's mead again?" I asked in all seriousness, which only prompted more laughter from the overgrown elfling.
"No, no, I am completely sober, I assure you."
"Good," I said, relieved. The very memory of the last time he had consumed too much caused me to shudder. His father had finally allowed them to drink the mead without it being weakened first, and after they had taken advantage of the opportunity, they had slept for nearly two days and required my assistance to simply walk for another two days after that.
After Legolas had finally stopped laughing, he began walking beside me and looked around. "Do you realize where we are?" He asked as he stopped. I looked around and tried to recall the significance of this specific location.
"Oh, yes!" I finally cried in triumph. "This was where we first met, if you can call you sneaking up on me -" I paused to give him a look, "- meeting."
"Right," he confirmed. "These woods were dangerous enough then. They have become more treacherous in the past years. I really wish you would not wander through them unescorted."
"I pay attention to my surroundings," I said, only to receive a look from Legolas, reminding me of how he had just snuck up on me. "You are much stealthier than an orc or giant spider," I reasoned.
"Nonetheless," he reasoned, "If you feel as if you *must* walk alone, could you at least ease my worries by learning what to do should you come across some unsavory creature, Eru forbid?"
"I know exactly what to do," I said sensibly. "Turn and run whilst screaming at the top of my lungs." Legolas rolled his eyes.
"Okay," he said. "Let us try your theory. I am an orc-" he began.
"I know that much," I giggled.
"We shall *pretend* that I am an orc," he corrected himself. "Now run." I turned to do as he said, but had not gotten two steps before I fell flat on my face. I rolled over to see an arrow pining my dress to the ground. "Any orc with a bow would have killed you," he said as he yanked it out and helped me up. "And any orc with a sword may have overtaken you, and only Eru knows what he may do to you before he finally kills you." His eyes were an intense, vivid blue as he said this. "I want you to be able to protect yourself if I am ever unable to," he concluded. I nodded, seeing his logic.
A/N: Please, help me escape from my crazy muses by reviewing!
Frustration:
"Can you tell me?" Legolas seemed more sullen than usual as he declined.
"No, not tonight." I looked up at him in concern as we neared my room on our return trip from a rather fancy dinner.
"What is wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing, I am only . . . tired. I think I will retire early tonight." I peered up at him through narrowed eyes. I did not believe him, but he obviously was not in the mood to talk, so I let it go - for now. I stood on tiptoe to give him a quick peck on the cheek before he returned the favor and turned to leave. I watched his retreating form with concern. He had been acting peculiar and distant all evening. I had actually felt like dancing tonight(a very rare occurrence), but he had declined when I had suggested dancing, while he would usually jump at the chance. He had not eaten anything and had seemed to be brooding about something. I stood there for a few moments contemplating his strange behavior, but my train of thought was broken by a hand on my shoulder.
"Ah!" I cried in surprise. "Oh, Aldeon," I scolded as I turned to see the culprit, my brother. "Why must you scare me like that?"
"Because it is fun," he replied.
"That seems to be the consensus around here," I muttered.
"What are you doing?" he asked, following me into my room.
"I *was* going to go to bed," I said as I dug in a drawer for something more comfortable than the formal dress I was currently wearing. I pulled out the first things I found, some of my own leggings and one of Legolas's tunics that had somehow found itself into my room. Aldeon frowned and took it.
"Is this Legolas's?"
"Yes," I replied as I snatched it back. "And right now it looks fairly comfortable so I would appreciate you not taking it." I turned away and changed quickly while he spoke.
"Why is his tunic in your room?" he asked. After I had pulled the tunic over my head, I turned around, exasperated with his questions.
"I do not know! He has evidently left it in here at some point in time and I stuffed it in a drawer. What do you think, I crept quietly into his room one night and stole it?"
"Well if that is the case," Aldeon said, ignoring my last sarcastic comment, "Why is Legolas taking his tunic off in your room?" I looked at him in disbelief.
"Please tell me you are not still on *that*," I said. "Why must you press the issue, an issue that does not exist?! You really offended Legolas that night you busted in here, you know." Aldeon let out a snort of laughter at that. "Oh, that is funny, is it? Is the fact that I am also growing weary of your questions and accusations funny, too? Legolas and I are close, yes, but not in *that* way! I am as close to him as I am to you, and yet I do not see Legolas accusing you of such things!"
"I am your brother, Mara, that is quite different!" Aldeon said angrily, his face red all the way to the tips of his ears.
"And Legolas is like a brother to me! He always has been, always will be, that is not changing!" Again Aldeon began to say something but stopped himself. "If you are not going to argue fairly, and by that I mean saying what you are thinking, then leave."
"Is it so bad that I want to look after you?" he asked.
"It is when you take it to these extremes," I replied as I motioned him to the door.
"All I can tell you is to consider why I may be doing that," he said as he stalked off down the hallway to his room. " I closed the door and rubbed my temples, where a headache was very quickly settling. I loved both Legolas and Aldeon, but they could both frustrate me to my wit's end.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I crept quietly through the trees, alert to my surrounding so as not to be taken unawares by some wild creature. I had decided to leave the palace for a while and was reacquainting myself with the surrounding forest, which I had not visited for quite a while. The sun shone through the trees, creating beautiful splotches of light on the forest floor. The wind rustled the leaves, causing the shadows between the splashes of light to move about. I sighed, enjoying the peace.
Unfortunately, that peace was quickly shattered as a hand clamped over my mouth and I felt the cold edge of a dagger at my throat. I was filled with fear before I heard my captor's calm voice.
"It is unwise to walk these woods unarmed," Legolas said as he released me. I turned to him with murder in my eyes.
"Legolas Thranduillion, I swear I am going to-" I was cut off by his laughter. "I am glad you are so amused," I said with my hands on my hips.
"Your eyes are on fire," he said suddenly. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Have you been into your father's mead again?" I asked in all seriousness, which only prompted more laughter from the overgrown elfling.
"No, no, I am completely sober, I assure you."
"Good," I said, relieved. The very memory of the last time he had consumed too much caused me to shudder. His father had finally allowed them to drink the mead without it being weakened first, and after they had taken advantage of the opportunity, they had slept for nearly two days and required my assistance to simply walk for another two days after that.
After Legolas had finally stopped laughing, he began walking beside me and looked around. "Do you realize where we are?" He asked as he stopped. I looked around and tried to recall the significance of this specific location.
"Oh, yes!" I finally cried in triumph. "This was where we first met, if you can call you sneaking up on me -" I paused to give him a look, "- meeting."
"Right," he confirmed. "These woods were dangerous enough then. They have become more treacherous in the past years. I really wish you would not wander through them unescorted."
"I pay attention to my surroundings," I said, only to receive a look from Legolas, reminding me of how he had just snuck up on me. "You are much stealthier than an orc or giant spider," I reasoned.
"Nonetheless," he reasoned, "If you feel as if you *must* walk alone, could you at least ease my worries by learning what to do should you come across some unsavory creature, Eru forbid?"
"I know exactly what to do," I said sensibly. "Turn and run whilst screaming at the top of my lungs." Legolas rolled his eyes.
"Okay," he said. "Let us try your theory. I am an orc-" he began.
"I know that much," I giggled.
"We shall *pretend* that I am an orc," he corrected himself. "Now run." I turned to do as he said, but had not gotten two steps before I fell flat on my face. I rolled over to see an arrow pining my dress to the ground. "Any orc with a bow would have killed you," he said as he yanked it out and helped me up. "And any orc with a sword may have overtaken you, and only Eru knows what he may do to you before he finally kills you." His eyes were an intense, vivid blue as he said this. "I want you to be able to protect yourself if I am ever unable to," he concluded. I nodded, seeing his logic.
A/N: Please, help me escape from my crazy muses by reviewing!