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Hi everyone! Here it is- the chapter you've been waiting for. And if it's not perfect I hope you'll still review and tell me you love this story. ( Because...it actually turned out better than I thought it would. I actually thought I would get like five reviews at this point of time, but thanks to you guys that's not true. Thanks a lot, please keep it up. I really (say 100x) appreciate it. A lot. YOU'RE ALL THE BEST! Many thanks to my faithful reviewers! .::Meggin::.
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Chapter Eight- The Ball
The Prince of Mirkwood yawned.
This time, it was a rather chubby, short girl around her 2,000's, in a plainly disgusting, fat dress. She turned a deep crimson red, and curtsied awfully to the prince, almost tripping along the way.
"Good evening," Legolas greeted, holding out his hand. The maiden turned redder than a tomato, curtsied once again (actually tripping this time), and daintily shook it. "What's your name?" Oh my gosh, this is going to take FOREVER, Legolas thought to himself, groaning softly. He turned his head to the side and glanced at his father, who was sitting on his throne rather contentedly. Thranduil gave him a nasty glare, and continued greeting the guests and drinking from his royal goblet of wine.
"Laura," she replied, batting her thick eyelashes at him. Too much mascara, he thought to himself, shuddering. "Um..." she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear shyly. "May I...have your autograph?" She stuck a tiny heart-shaped notebook out at him. He clearly saw the words: "Mrs. Legolas Greenleaf" penned on it.
He sighed, and took a peek behind this chubby girl. There appeared to be more than two hundred elven girls in line. They were all holding notebooks. "Do you have a pen?" he asked wearily, flexing his hand.
"No," Laura replied, gasping. "Oh my goodness! I don't have a pen! Now I can't get your autograph!" Tears welled up in her eyes. The girl behind her tapped her shoulder. She loaned her a pen, and she got the autograph.
This went on for a rather long time. Next in line was Primrose, and behind her, Delia.
"Good evening," Legolas repeated monotonously, holding out his hand. Primrose spat at it, and walked away.
"Oh, don't worry about her. She's filth, like her stepsister." She covered her mouth. "Forget I said that," she laughed. "So." She scanned Legolas' bored face. He obviously wasn't interested in her, and was looking past her, ready to greet the next guest. A slow waltz was put on the jukebox. "Prince Legolassss," she hissed in a syrupy, dangerous voice. She grabbed his hand and pulled him close to her. "Dance with me!"
"I don't think so," Legolas replied. He began to get terribly frightened.
"I'm Delia, by the way," she commented, ignoring him. "Dance with me!"
Legolas didn't like being forced into doing things. He was the Prince for crying out loud! He tried to pull away, but Delia had a horrible grip on his hand. She dug her fingernails into his skin. Sighing, he placed his hand on her waist, and shuffled his feet to the beat of the music. He had to get away from her somehow.
Delia reached out and took some of Legolas' yellow locks, twirling it teasingly around in her fingers. That was daring. Very daring.
"What are you thinking of right now?" She asked him.
"I'm thinking of escape," he answered matter-of-factly.
She raised an eyebrow. "What are you seeing right now?"
"A monster. Terrifying beyond all reason."
Alarmed, Delia turned around, and scanned the forest. "You mean that tree, don't you?"
"No, that tree's beautiful," Legolas replied coolly. "The monster is dancing with me right now. My hand is on the monster's waist. It's purely disgusting."
Delia stepped back, shocked. "What?!"
Legolas saw the opportunity and took it. He pushed away from Delia and ran to the other side of the dancing area. The girls saw him, shrieked, and began running towards him hysterically, flinging their notebooks in the air. Quickly, Legolas snatched the tiara off his head and threw it in their direction.
"Uh...fetch!" he yelled. His plan worked, as the girls shrieked again and ran the other direction, fighting over the precious tiara that was once on Prince Legolas' head. Grinning boyishly, he slipped unnoticed into the woods.
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The horses trampled tiredly into the forest. The blaring light was glowing brighter, and the merry music could be heard quite easily.
Arwen's heart thudded loudly in her chest. She gripped the reigns on Eolina tightly, and glanced over at Aragorn. He returned her gaze, nodding his head in encouragement.
"We're here, Lady."
"Please," Arwen begged, exasperatedly. "Call me Arwen." He simply smiled in return, and focused his eyes straight ahead, patting his horse's head. "Aragorn, will you wait for me? You will accompany me back as well, will you? I don't want to get lost again. And it would mean so much to me."
"What time do you plan to leave, Arwen?"
Arwen. It sounded so sweet when he said it.
"Midnight," she finally said. "I need to get home a good hour before they do. They will probably leave later than that."
They reached the actual Ball. Everything was magnificent- huge decorations and ornaments were hung up in the trees, beautiful music was playing, and huge tables packed with an assortment of snacks was available. A large space was prepared in the middle for dancing.
Arwen glanced around the area, scanning the place for Legolas Greenleaf, the elf on Delia's poster she had been longing to meet. She noticed a huge multitude of girls clustered in one corner, fighting over something. They were so ferocious they appeared to be literally murdering each other.
"What happened?" Arwen asked Aragorn. He shrugged, and dismounted his horse. Arwen followed suit.
Aragorn pointed to the throne where King Thranduil was sitting. He was sleeping, the empty goblet dangling from his fingers. He snored loudly.
"This is not as romantic as I thought it would be," Arwen murmured under her breath. Aragorn heard, and laughed.
"I suspect the Prince has snuck off into the woods again," Aragorn told her, stepping up to a refreshments table and taking a cup of punch. "Haven't you heard? He hates anything social. Balls, parties, get- togethers...it doesn't work out for him. And the girls. Especially when they're carrying heart-shaped notebooks," he added, pointing to Laura, the chubby girl, who was holding up Legolas' tiara proudly.
Arwen laughed along with him. "I suppose I will go look for him. How much time have I got left?" she asked Aragorn, who conveniently had a wristwatch.
"Exactly an hour. Better hurry."
The girls had now scattered all over the room, and a few were eyeing Aragorn with interest.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" she whispered to him, concern on her face.
"I'll be fine," he answered. He reached out and patted her arm affectionately. "Go enjoy yourself."
She smiled back at him, and entered the woods.
Everything seemed to fall into gray-scale, and light dimmed out. The same forest air Arwen so loved was lingering in the air. And it was so, so quiet. So calm. So peaceful. Her mind drifted back to her walk in the woods, before she heard the news that Lady Uggalflaed was marrying her Father.
There was a full moon, and it's peaceful glow trickled through the foliage above, just enough light for Arwen to find her way around. She weaved her way into the trees, into the thickets of the forest. She would know when she had gone too far when she couldn't hear the music anymore.
"Legolas?" she called out, her voice cracking from nervousness. "I know you're in here." She gulped. "There's a Ball going on. You know how terribly rude it is you leave your guests standing there." No one answered, although she saw a movement in the corner of her eye. "I'm not asking for your autograph," she called out after a moment, hoping Legolas could hear it, wherever he was.
More movement behind the trees. It was clearly the form of an elf, so Arwen smiled at herself. She had found him at last.
"Are you there?" she yelled. She rubbed her arms; she was beginning to get cold. "Anyone?"
He emerged at last, merely a few feet away from Arwen. She gasped. The same feeling when she looked upon Delia's poster rushed through her, although this time it was much greater. A great shudder passed through her body.
It was him, Legolas Greenleaf. He was clad in a tunic of silver, intricate embroidery imprinted upon it. Lithe, fleet-footed, keen-eared. He contained such beauty no other elf possessed. Even under the dim night sky, a brightness shown through him, something that reminded Arwen of the rising sun. His beautiful blond hair fell about his shoulders perfectly, and his blue eyes pierced through the dark, as he stared at Arwen, interested. How different we are, she found herself thinking. For I am like the night's falling darkness, and he is the like the morning sun.
"You called?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Arwen didn't catch it though, as she closed her eyes and savored the sound of his voice, to hear it for the first time.
She finally found her voice, but it was strong enough to utter only two measly words. "It's you."
Legolas was confused. "Lady, please tell me, what is your name?" Finally, a beautiful girl who doesn't trample over me and asks me to sign her heart-shaped notebook. Yeesh, he thought to himself.
"Narwe," Arwen replied quickly. "From Rivendell." She touched her veil, making sure it was slightly covering her face.
"Narwe," he repeated. "An interesting name." He stepped forward, an bowed beautifully. Arwen curtsied in response. "Look, I'm sorry I had to make you come all the way over here just for a stupid ball, okay? It's my dad, he's...uh...kind of nuts. Well, I'm glad I did run into you though. I thought I would never meet a decent girl in the past hour."
"Oh, really, I don't mind," Arwen replied. "Just meeting you for the first time is a pleasure." She glanced around at her surroundings. "Are you coming back?"
He looked at her curiously. "Do you want to? Isn't it so much better here, in the woods? With Nature?"
"No, I don't want to, it's perfectly fine," Arwen laughed. "Anyway, I agree. I love it here in the woods. So quiet- so calm." She breathed in the crisp air. "I don't know how anyone could take this for granted."
Legolas smiled, rather pleased. From the distance a slow, enticing rhythm was playing.
Arwen stared at her feet and coughed.
"May I have this dance, Narwe?" he asked politely, extending his hand. Arwen glanced up at him, and their hands met.
"With pleasure, my Prince." He enveloped his arms around her, and together they stepped to the beat of the music.
It was an interesting experience, dancing in the woods, under the moonlight. It was an interesting feeling, for Arwen. Although she enjoyed dancing with him very much, the hole in her heart was not mended. It remained open, and wide. Legolas was simply a substitute, once he stopped dancing with her, she would once again become vulnerable.
She closed her eyes, and pushed her strange feelings away.
Arwen wasn't cold anymore. She smiled up into the dazzling eyes of the Prince, and before she knew it she was leaning her head on his chest, breathing in the cool woody scent upon his garments.
"Did you...meet anyone called Delia recently?" Arwen asked, breaking the silence.
"Actually, yes," Legolas replied. "Do you know her?"
"A little bit. How did she treat you?"
"Horribly. What a sickening flirt. Luckily, I was able to pull away from a forced dance. And my tiara lured away the others. Socials, parties, get-togethers...it just doesn't work with me, you know?"
Arwen laughed. "I heard." She paused. "Anyone named Primrose?"
"She spat in my hand. Do you know her as well?"
Arwen laughed louder. "A little, yes. Anyway, she hates you. She thinks you're just a stupid prince on a poster."
"A poster?"
"It's a long story."
They danced in each other's arms for a long, long time. The music dragged on, and Arwen found herself falling into extreme comfort, simply lying in his chest, and dancing in the forest, under the moonlight. It was a beautiful sight, if you were to simply stand back and watch the pair dance- the falling darkness and the morning sun reunited at last.
Arwen was so comfortable, and even thinking about giving him a quick kiss, that she nearly forgot about the time. She gasped, and pulled away. "What time is it?" she choked. She felt cold again, and very vulnerable. The void in her heart was back. The missing piece.
Legolas had a wristwatch too. "Nearly Midnight. Why?"
"I've- I've got to go," Arwen stammered. She stumbled ahead, searching for her way back. "It was nice meeting you!" she called over her shoulder.
"Hey!" Legolas yelled. "I..." he paused, searching for the right words. "It was...nice meeting you too, I guess," he finally stated. But he didn't want to lose her. What did her face look like? She had hidden it all this time.
He ran to catch up with her. "Narwe! Narwe!" he called out.
Arwen scrambled over thick tree roots and dangling branches, picking up her skirts. She had to go home, and fast. She had to get home before her stepfamily.
"Narwe!"
Arwen turned back. Legolas was chasing after her. He didn't want her to leave. Neither do I, she thought to herself sadly. But I have to. Unfortunately she didn't turn her head back in time. She tripped over a root and fell. A protruding branch yanked the veil off her face, and the Evenstar pendant off her neck.
Legolas halted in his footsteps, and gazed upon Arwen's face. What to say? She was beautiful in a very dark way. Her pale face was like the moon, framed by the night sky.
Arwen scrambled back up and desperately searched for the veil, the part of her mother's dress. She would sow it on when she got back home. She found it, and looked around for her Evenstar.
"Narwe!" Legolas had fallen out of the trance and was once again running, struggling to catch up with her.
There was no time. Arwen jumped to her feet, left the Evenstar, and ran as fast as her legs could take her, running back to where Aragorn was.
"Aragorn!" she yelled. The ranger was sitting in a chair, slightly bedraggled, from having consumed so much punch. "We've got to go! Now!" She mounted her horse, and Aragorn quickly copied her actions. In the blink of an eye they were gone.
Legolas was back in the woods, panting, trying to keep up with Arwen.
He was interested in her, that was for sure. But interested enough to marry? His father would be happy. If he married her, his Father would stop picking on him so much. Plus, they got along well together.
He noticed something glinting in the dirt. He peered at it, and lifted out a piece of jewelry. It was beautiful, glowing with a dim light. He recognized it as the pendant that Narwe wore around her neck. He stared at it, caressing it with his fingers. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, and pocketed the treasure.
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Hi everyone! Here it is- the chapter you've been waiting for. And if it's not perfect I hope you'll still review and tell me you love this story. ( Because...it actually turned out better than I thought it would. I actually thought I would get like five reviews at this point of time, but thanks to you guys that's not true. Thanks a lot, please keep it up. I really (say 100x) appreciate it. A lot. YOU'RE ALL THE BEST! Many thanks to my faithful reviewers! .::Meggin::.
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Chapter Eight- The Ball
The Prince of Mirkwood yawned.
This time, it was a rather chubby, short girl around her 2,000's, in a plainly disgusting, fat dress. She turned a deep crimson red, and curtsied awfully to the prince, almost tripping along the way.
"Good evening," Legolas greeted, holding out his hand. The maiden turned redder than a tomato, curtsied once again (actually tripping this time), and daintily shook it. "What's your name?" Oh my gosh, this is going to take FOREVER, Legolas thought to himself, groaning softly. He turned his head to the side and glanced at his father, who was sitting on his throne rather contentedly. Thranduil gave him a nasty glare, and continued greeting the guests and drinking from his royal goblet of wine.
"Laura," she replied, batting her thick eyelashes at him. Too much mascara, he thought to himself, shuddering. "Um..." she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear shyly. "May I...have your autograph?" She stuck a tiny heart-shaped notebook out at him. He clearly saw the words: "Mrs. Legolas Greenleaf" penned on it.
He sighed, and took a peek behind this chubby girl. There appeared to be more than two hundred elven girls in line. They were all holding notebooks. "Do you have a pen?" he asked wearily, flexing his hand.
"No," Laura replied, gasping. "Oh my goodness! I don't have a pen! Now I can't get your autograph!" Tears welled up in her eyes. The girl behind her tapped her shoulder. She loaned her a pen, and she got the autograph.
This went on for a rather long time. Next in line was Primrose, and behind her, Delia.
"Good evening," Legolas repeated monotonously, holding out his hand. Primrose spat at it, and walked away.
"Oh, don't worry about her. She's filth, like her stepsister." She covered her mouth. "Forget I said that," she laughed. "So." She scanned Legolas' bored face. He obviously wasn't interested in her, and was looking past her, ready to greet the next guest. A slow waltz was put on the jukebox. "Prince Legolassss," she hissed in a syrupy, dangerous voice. She grabbed his hand and pulled him close to her. "Dance with me!"
"I don't think so," Legolas replied. He began to get terribly frightened.
"I'm Delia, by the way," she commented, ignoring him. "Dance with me!"
Legolas didn't like being forced into doing things. He was the Prince for crying out loud! He tried to pull away, but Delia had a horrible grip on his hand. She dug her fingernails into his skin. Sighing, he placed his hand on her waist, and shuffled his feet to the beat of the music. He had to get away from her somehow.
Delia reached out and took some of Legolas' yellow locks, twirling it teasingly around in her fingers. That was daring. Very daring.
"What are you thinking of right now?" She asked him.
"I'm thinking of escape," he answered matter-of-factly.
She raised an eyebrow. "What are you seeing right now?"
"A monster. Terrifying beyond all reason."
Alarmed, Delia turned around, and scanned the forest. "You mean that tree, don't you?"
"No, that tree's beautiful," Legolas replied coolly. "The monster is dancing with me right now. My hand is on the monster's waist. It's purely disgusting."
Delia stepped back, shocked. "What?!"
Legolas saw the opportunity and took it. He pushed away from Delia and ran to the other side of the dancing area. The girls saw him, shrieked, and began running towards him hysterically, flinging their notebooks in the air. Quickly, Legolas snatched the tiara off his head and threw it in their direction.
"Uh...fetch!" he yelled. His plan worked, as the girls shrieked again and ran the other direction, fighting over the precious tiara that was once on Prince Legolas' head. Grinning boyishly, he slipped unnoticed into the woods.
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The horses trampled tiredly into the forest. The blaring light was glowing brighter, and the merry music could be heard quite easily.
Arwen's heart thudded loudly in her chest. She gripped the reigns on Eolina tightly, and glanced over at Aragorn. He returned her gaze, nodding his head in encouragement.
"We're here, Lady."
"Please," Arwen begged, exasperatedly. "Call me Arwen." He simply smiled in return, and focused his eyes straight ahead, patting his horse's head. "Aragorn, will you wait for me? You will accompany me back as well, will you? I don't want to get lost again. And it would mean so much to me."
"What time do you plan to leave, Arwen?"
Arwen. It sounded so sweet when he said it.
"Midnight," she finally said. "I need to get home a good hour before they do. They will probably leave later than that."
They reached the actual Ball. Everything was magnificent- huge decorations and ornaments were hung up in the trees, beautiful music was playing, and huge tables packed with an assortment of snacks was available. A large space was prepared in the middle for dancing.
Arwen glanced around the area, scanning the place for Legolas Greenleaf, the elf on Delia's poster she had been longing to meet. She noticed a huge multitude of girls clustered in one corner, fighting over something. They were so ferocious they appeared to be literally murdering each other.
"What happened?" Arwen asked Aragorn. He shrugged, and dismounted his horse. Arwen followed suit.
Aragorn pointed to the throne where King Thranduil was sitting. He was sleeping, the empty goblet dangling from his fingers. He snored loudly.
"This is not as romantic as I thought it would be," Arwen murmured under her breath. Aragorn heard, and laughed.
"I suspect the Prince has snuck off into the woods again," Aragorn told her, stepping up to a refreshments table and taking a cup of punch. "Haven't you heard? He hates anything social. Balls, parties, get- togethers...it doesn't work out for him. And the girls. Especially when they're carrying heart-shaped notebooks," he added, pointing to Laura, the chubby girl, who was holding up Legolas' tiara proudly.
Arwen laughed along with him. "I suppose I will go look for him. How much time have I got left?" she asked Aragorn, who conveniently had a wristwatch.
"Exactly an hour. Better hurry."
The girls had now scattered all over the room, and a few were eyeing Aragorn with interest.
"Are you sure you'll be okay?" she whispered to him, concern on her face.
"I'll be fine," he answered. He reached out and patted her arm affectionately. "Go enjoy yourself."
She smiled back at him, and entered the woods.
Everything seemed to fall into gray-scale, and light dimmed out. The same forest air Arwen so loved was lingering in the air. And it was so, so quiet. So calm. So peaceful. Her mind drifted back to her walk in the woods, before she heard the news that Lady Uggalflaed was marrying her Father.
There was a full moon, and it's peaceful glow trickled through the foliage above, just enough light for Arwen to find her way around. She weaved her way into the trees, into the thickets of the forest. She would know when she had gone too far when she couldn't hear the music anymore.
"Legolas?" she called out, her voice cracking from nervousness. "I know you're in here." She gulped. "There's a Ball going on. You know how terribly rude it is you leave your guests standing there." No one answered, although she saw a movement in the corner of her eye. "I'm not asking for your autograph," she called out after a moment, hoping Legolas could hear it, wherever he was.
More movement behind the trees. It was clearly the form of an elf, so Arwen smiled at herself. She had found him at last.
"Are you there?" she yelled. She rubbed her arms; she was beginning to get cold. "Anyone?"
He emerged at last, merely a few feet away from Arwen. She gasped. The same feeling when she looked upon Delia's poster rushed through her, although this time it was much greater. A great shudder passed through her body.
It was him, Legolas Greenleaf. He was clad in a tunic of silver, intricate embroidery imprinted upon it. Lithe, fleet-footed, keen-eared. He contained such beauty no other elf possessed. Even under the dim night sky, a brightness shown through him, something that reminded Arwen of the rising sun. His beautiful blond hair fell about his shoulders perfectly, and his blue eyes pierced through the dark, as he stared at Arwen, interested. How different we are, she found herself thinking. For I am like the night's falling darkness, and he is the like the morning sun.
"You called?" he asked, a hint of sarcasm in his tone. Arwen didn't catch it though, as she closed her eyes and savored the sound of his voice, to hear it for the first time.
She finally found her voice, but it was strong enough to utter only two measly words. "It's you."
Legolas was confused. "Lady, please tell me, what is your name?" Finally, a beautiful girl who doesn't trample over me and asks me to sign her heart-shaped notebook. Yeesh, he thought to himself.
"Narwe," Arwen replied quickly. "From Rivendell." She touched her veil, making sure it was slightly covering her face.
"Narwe," he repeated. "An interesting name." He stepped forward, an bowed beautifully. Arwen curtsied in response. "Look, I'm sorry I had to make you come all the way over here just for a stupid ball, okay? It's my dad, he's...uh...kind of nuts. Well, I'm glad I did run into you though. I thought I would never meet a decent girl in the past hour."
"Oh, really, I don't mind," Arwen replied. "Just meeting you for the first time is a pleasure." She glanced around at her surroundings. "Are you coming back?"
He looked at her curiously. "Do you want to? Isn't it so much better here, in the woods? With Nature?"
"No, I don't want to, it's perfectly fine," Arwen laughed. "Anyway, I agree. I love it here in the woods. So quiet- so calm." She breathed in the crisp air. "I don't know how anyone could take this for granted."
Legolas smiled, rather pleased. From the distance a slow, enticing rhythm was playing.
Arwen stared at her feet and coughed.
"May I have this dance, Narwe?" he asked politely, extending his hand. Arwen glanced up at him, and their hands met.
"With pleasure, my Prince." He enveloped his arms around her, and together they stepped to the beat of the music.
It was an interesting experience, dancing in the woods, under the moonlight. It was an interesting feeling, for Arwen. Although she enjoyed dancing with him very much, the hole in her heart was not mended. It remained open, and wide. Legolas was simply a substitute, once he stopped dancing with her, she would once again become vulnerable.
She closed her eyes, and pushed her strange feelings away.
Arwen wasn't cold anymore. She smiled up into the dazzling eyes of the Prince, and before she knew it she was leaning her head on his chest, breathing in the cool woody scent upon his garments.
"Did you...meet anyone called Delia recently?" Arwen asked, breaking the silence.
"Actually, yes," Legolas replied. "Do you know her?"
"A little bit. How did she treat you?"
"Horribly. What a sickening flirt. Luckily, I was able to pull away from a forced dance. And my tiara lured away the others. Socials, parties, get-togethers...it just doesn't work with me, you know?"
Arwen laughed. "I heard." She paused. "Anyone named Primrose?"
"She spat in my hand. Do you know her as well?"
Arwen laughed louder. "A little, yes. Anyway, she hates you. She thinks you're just a stupid prince on a poster."
"A poster?"
"It's a long story."
They danced in each other's arms for a long, long time. The music dragged on, and Arwen found herself falling into extreme comfort, simply lying in his chest, and dancing in the forest, under the moonlight. It was a beautiful sight, if you were to simply stand back and watch the pair dance- the falling darkness and the morning sun reunited at last.
Arwen was so comfortable, and even thinking about giving him a quick kiss, that she nearly forgot about the time. She gasped, and pulled away. "What time is it?" she choked. She felt cold again, and very vulnerable. The void in her heart was back. The missing piece.
Legolas had a wristwatch too. "Nearly Midnight. Why?"
"I've- I've got to go," Arwen stammered. She stumbled ahead, searching for her way back. "It was nice meeting you!" she called over her shoulder.
"Hey!" Legolas yelled. "I..." he paused, searching for the right words. "It was...nice meeting you too, I guess," he finally stated. But he didn't want to lose her. What did her face look like? She had hidden it all this time.
He ran to catch up with her. "Narwe! Narwe!" he called out.
Arwen scrambled over thick tree roots and dangling branches, picking up her skirts. She had to go home, and fast. She had to get home before her stepfamily.
"Narwe!"
Arwen turned back. Legolas was chasing after her. He didn't want her to leave. Neither do I, she thought to herself sadly. But I have to. Unfortunately she didn't turn her head back in time. She tripped over a root and fell. A protruding branch yanked the veil off her face, and the Evenstar pendant off her neck.
Legolas halted in his footsteps, and gazed upon Arwen's face. What to say? She was beautiful in a very dark way. Her pale face was like the moon, framed by the night sky.
Arwen scrambled back up and desperately searched for the veil, the part of her mother's dress. She would sow it on when she got back home. She found it, and looked around for her Evenstar.
"Narwe!" Legolas had fallen out of the trance and was once again running, struggling to catch up with her.
There was no time. Arwen jumped to her feet, left the Evenstar, and ran as fast as her legs could take her, running back to where Aragorn was.
"Aragorn!" she yelled. The ranger was sitting in a chair, slightly bedraggled, from having consumed so much punch. "We've got to go! Now!" She mounted her horse, and Aragorn quickly copied her actions. In the blink of an eye they were gone.
Legolas was back in the woods, panting, trying to keep up with Arwen.
He was interested in her, that was for sure. But interested enough to marry? His father would be happy. If he married her, his Father would stop picking on him so much. Plus, they got along well together.
He noticed something glinting in the dirt. He peered at it, and lifted out a piece of jewelry. It was beautiful, glowing with a dim light. He recognized it as the pendant that Narwe wore around her neck. He stared at it, caressing it with his fingers. Taking a deep breath, he stood up, and pocketed the treasure.
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