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A/N: Here it is, Rosellyn and Legolas's big confrontation! Ooh! Read on!
Chapter 24-Harsh Words, Harsh News
"Rosellyn, don't you know it's dangerous out there? You could get shot! And it would be a crime to have a scar on that face, you know. And you're soaking wet! You should dry off immediately, or the dirt in the water could ruin your hair's texture!" That, delivered in almost one breath, was from Fia, or Feanara. The first time Rose heard that, she had nearly died laughing. Feanara meant "Spirit of Fire". A noble name, but completely lost on the shallow and flighty Fia. Her other roommate, and the oldest of all of them at 1,747, was Pellameliel. She merely looked up from her book, sniffed, and said,
"Use the door like a normal Elf," then she went back to her book. She was an arrogant bookworm at the best of times. At least she hadn't decided to lash out at her this time. When that happened, it could get really nasty, as Pella was never one to mince her words.
Delaney walked over and locked the door. Fia and Pellameliel looked at her strangely, then went back to what they were doing; Pellameliel to her book and Fia to brushing her long pale hair. Knowing Fia, she had probably been doing that since she woke up this morning.
Delaney sat down on her bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. She had learned the hard way that this was the best course to go down. She pulled out her manuscript and began to write again. But Fia must have been in an especially prickly mood today, because Delaney wasn't five minutes into it when Fia turned and said,
"Must you write? That perfectly horrid scratching sound that pen makes is simply ruining my concentration." Delaney looked at her in frank astonishment.
"How much concentration does it take to brush your hair?" she asked. Fia sniffed.
"No matter. But it's not a very good talent, writing. It doesn't win the affection of a boy, you become a dusty old codger of a bookworm," at this, Pellameliel glared poison but didn't comment, "you get those perfectly awful ink-stains on your hands-however do you get them out? It can't be good for your skin-and it's making me crazy!"
"While I realize that those are all very compelling reasons and that I would have to be outside my mind to refute their logic, I'll take my chances with refuting." And she turned back to her writing. Fia sighed loudly and threw down her hairbrush. Pellameliel looked up and said, in her normal, bored, lazy tone of voice,
"Congratulations, Rosellyn. You've gotten her to do what only a male or a force of nature greater than an earthquake could do. And here I was, thinking that hairbrush had become permanently fused to her palm." With every word that came out of Pellameliel's mouth, Fia looked more and more indignant, until finally she just stood up and flounced out the door...or tried to, anyway. She had unlocked the door and was about to stalk out angrily, but she opened the door right as Legolas was going to knock. Which resulted in Fia getting whacked upside the head because he had his momentum going. Whether faked or real, Fia fainted dead away. Pellameliel was slightly in awe of Legolas, as were most females in Mirkwood, but that did nothing to soften her acid tongue.
"So, master Greenleaf, I should commend you on a job well done. The room is that much quieter now. Perhaps a medal is appropriate in this case...?" Legolas smiled briefly at her.
"Still knocking down walls with your stare, Pella? Good to know some things never change. You can keep the medal, by the way." With Pellameliel's pale complexion, she didn't blush much, but she came dangerously close at Legolas's roundabout compliment and use of her nickname, which Delaney hadn't heard her let anybody use except her mother and father.
"I do what I can, Legolas. I have a feeling that you didn't come just to liberate us from Fia, as appreciative as I am. What can we do for you?" Delaney looked at the window, wondering if she could escape through there. Legolas looked directly at her.
"Pellameliel, could you excuse us for a moment, or would you like us to step outside?" Pellameliel gave Delaney a sharp look, then turned back to Legolas, all sweet smiles, eager to please.
"Well, I would really hate to put down my book; I'm getting to the best part, you know." The smile she gave would have charmed the birds out of the sky, though slightly tinged with fake regret. Pellameliel was the only Elf Delaney knew who could pull off such a spectacular performance at being a general pain in the butt. As reluctant as she was to face Legolas, Delaney suddenly found herself bundling Pellameliel out of the room as fast as the girl could be dragged.
"Well, far be it from me to disturb your reading! Why don't you go outside, it's nice and quiet out there! Hey, you can go and try to bring Fia around, okay? See you then, have a good time, don't let the door hit you on the way out." Pellameliel's protests fell on deaf ears as she was shuffled out. Delaney slammed the door and locked it securely. The last thing she needed was someone barging in. "You were saying?"
Legolas looked at Rosellyn, a touch of mirth in his dark eyes. But only a touch. He was mad as all get out, and there was no Forest to distract him. Suddenly, she felt like a complete idiot for letting Della lock the door.
"Rose...I've known you for--forever, it seems like, and...no. By the Valar, I'm going about this all wrong! What were you thinking?" he suddenly shouted. She took a step backwards. She had never seen him this angry, never.
"Well...uh...right now, I'm thinking that maybe I'll take my chances out the window..." He grabbed her by the shoulders in a painfully tight grip.
"Stop playing cute! That's not what I'm talking about, and well you know it! What were you doing...why were you..." he took a deep breath, as if gathering himself, "WHY WERE YOU KISSING HIM?!" She tried to jerk backwards, but his grip was too strong.
"How--how do you know?" she gasped. He let his hands fall and he backed off, sitting on the seat Pellameliel had vacated.
"I saw, okay? And I can't believe what an incredible idiot you are to let him do that to you! He'll...he'll ask you to give up your immortality, and then he'll leave you to die, Rose. You don't want to be mortal, do you?" She was starting to feel guilty, but Legoals always had a knack at putting her backbone up. Anger coursed hotly through her veins, and her spine stiffened. How dare he tell her what to do?
"Are you my father, Legolas Greenleaf? How d'you get the nerve to insult my friends, shove my existance from your mind, then come up here and tell me what an idiot I am?! I'll tell you who's the idiot in this room, Legolas, and it isn't me!" He sprang to his feet, but she went on before he could speak. "And my personal affairs are not an open book for you, and I'll thank you to keep out of my life and my decisions! If I want every move I make analyzed, I'll let you know, but don't hold your breath! Leave! Leave now!"
"I'll leave when I'm good and ready to, and right now, I'm not ready!" he yelled.
"Well, since it's my room, I say you are! Now, do I have to show you the door, or can your wonderful still-immortal eyes see it?" He had no reply to that one, save a threat.
"I'll leave, fine," he said, fuming, "Kiss him all you like, marry him, sure! But when you're mortal, and you die lonely, I'll find you or your grave and spit on you!" She crossed her arms and gazed at him levelly.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." He swore and headed for the door when somebody began to knock frantically. She swore more vividly than he had and beat him to the door, unlocking it and throwing it open. Tracie nearly ran her over trying to get in.
"Rose! Thank the Valar you're here, Pellameliel said I might find you. Rosellyn, something bad has happened, something horrible..." Tracie began to cry. Rose sat down, cradling her gently as Tracie sobbed into her dress.
"Tracie, what can possibly be this upsetting? It isn't Forest?" she asked worriedly, but Tracie just shook her head and gave a watery sniff. "What's wrong, Tracie?" She was crying so hard...Tracie's news wasn't good. "Trace, you have to tell me. What's wrong?" Tracie looked up at her, grim and sorrowful.
"It's Ellie, and Meira. The Riders have captured them. I've only just gotten word." Rosellyn stood shakily, and walked a few quaking steps. Any reply she might have made died on her lips as she fainted, right into Legolas's arms.
A/N: Will it take something as horrible as kidnap to bring Rosellyn and Legolas together? Or will it drive them even further apart? Wow, I should write soap operas, or something...
A/N: Here it is, Rosellyn and Legolas's big confrontation! Ooh! Read on!
Chapter 24-Harsh Words, Harsh News
"Rosellyn, don't you know it's dangerous out there? You could get shot! And it would be a crime to have a scar on that face, you know. And you're soaking wet! You should dry off immediately, or the dirt in the water could ruin your hair's texture!" That, delivered in almost one breath, was from Fia, or Feanara. The first time Rose heard that, she had nearly died laughing. Feanara meant "Spirit of Fire". A noble name, but completely lost on the shallow and flighty Fia. Her other roommate, and the oldest of all of them at 1,747, was Pellameliel. She merely looked up from her book, sniffed, and said,
"Use the door like a normal Elf," then she went back to her book. She was an arrogant bookworm at the best of times. At least she hadn't decided to lash out at her this time. When that happened, it could get really nasty, as Pella was never one to mince her words.
Delaney walked over and locked the door. Fia and Pellameliel looked at her strangely, then went back to what they were doing; Pellameliel to her book and Fia to brushing her long pale hair. Knowing Fia, she had probably been doing that since she woke up this morning.
Delaney sat down on her bed, trying to make as little noise as possible. She had learned the hard way that this was the best course to go down. She pulled out her manuscript and began to write again. But Fia must have been in an especially prickly mood today, because Delaney wasn't five minutes into it when Fia turned and said,
"Must you write? That perfectly horrid scratching sound that pen makes is simply ruining my concentration." Delaney looked at her in frank astonishment.
"How much concentration does it take to brush your hair?" she asked. Fia sniffed.
"No matter. But it's not a very good talent, writing. It doesn't win the affection of a boy, you become a dusty old codger of a bookworm," at this, Pellameliel glared poison but didn't comment, "you get those perfectly awful ink-stains on your hands-however do you get them out? It can't be good for your skin-and it's making me crazy!"
"While I realize that those are all very compelling reasons and that I would have to be outside my mind to refute their logic, I'll take my chances with refuting." And she turned back to her writing. Fia sighed loudly and threw down her hairbrush. Pellameliel looked up and said, in her normal, bored, lazy tone of voice,
"Congratulations, Rosellyn. You've gotten her to do what only a male or a force of nature greater than an earthquake could do. And here I was, thinking that hairbrush had become permanently fused to her palm." With every word that came out of Pellameliel's mouth, Fia looked more and more indignant, until finally she just stood up and flounced out the door...or tried to, anyway. She had unlocked the door and was about to stalk out angrily, but she opened the door right as Legolas was going to knock. Which resulted in Fia getting whacked upside the head because he had his momentum going. Whether faked or real, Fia fainted dead away. Pellameliel was slightly in awe of Legolas, as were most females in Mirkwood, but that did nothing to soften her acid tongue.
"So, master Greenleaf, I should commend you on a job well done. The room is that much quieter now. Perhaps a medal is appropriate in this case...?" Legolas smiled briefly at her.
"Still knocking down walls with your stare, Pella? Good to know some things never change. You can keep the medal, by the way." With Pellameliel's pale complexion, she didn't blush much, but she came dangerously close at Legolas's roundabout compliment and use of her nickname, which Delaney hadn't heard her let anybody use except her mother and father.
"I do what I can, Legolas. I have a feeling that you didn't come just to liberate us from Fia, as appreciative as I am. What can we do for you?" Delaney looked at the window, wondering if she could escape through there. Legolas looked directly at her.
"Pellameliel, could you excuse us for a moment, or would you like us to step outside?" Pellameliel gave Delaney a sharp look, then turned back to Legolas, all sweet smiles, eager to please.
"Well, I would really hate to put down my book; I'm getting to the best part, you know." The smile she gave would have charmed the birds out of the sky, though slightly tinged with fake regret. Pellameliel was the only Elf Delaney knew who could pull off such a spectacular performance at being a general pain in the butt. As reluctant as she was to face Legolas, Delaney suddenly found herself bundling Pellameliel out of the room as fast as the girl could be dragged.
"Well, far be it from me to disturb your reading! Why don't you go outside, it's nice and quiet out there! Hey, you can go and try to bring Fia around, okay? See you then, have a good time, don't let the door hit you on the way out." Pellameliel's protests fell on deaf ears as she was shuffled out. Delaney slammed the door and locked it securely. The last thing she needed was someone barging in. "You were saying?"
Legolas looked at Rosellyn, a touch of mirth in his dark eyes. But only a touch. He was mad as all get out, and there was no Forest to distract him. Suddenly, she felt like a complete idiot for letting Della lock the door.
"Rose...I've known you for--forever, it seems like, and...no. By the Valar, I'm going about this all wrong! What were you thinking?" he suddenly shouted. She took a step backwards. She had never seen him this angry, never.
"Well...uh...right now, I'm thinking that maybe I'll take my chances out the window..." He grabbed her by the shoulders in a painfully tight grip.
"Stop playing cute! That's not what I'm talking about, and well you know it! What were you doing...why were you..." he took a deep breath, as if gathering himself, "WHY WERE YOU KISSING HIM?!" She tried to jerk backwards, but his grip was too strong.
"How--how do you know?" she gasped. He let his hands fall and he backed off, sitting on the seat Pellameliel had vacated.
"I saw, okay? And I can't believe what an incredible idiot you are to let him do that to you! He'll...he'll ask you to give up your immortality, and then he'll leave you to die, Rose. You don't want to be mortal, do you?" She was starting to feel guilty, but Legoals always had a knack at putting her backbone up. Anger coursed hotly through her veins, and her spine stiffened. How dare he tell her what to do?
"Are you my father, Legolas Greenleaf? How d'you get the nerve to insult my friends, shove my existance from your mind, then come up here and tell me what an idiot I am?! I'll tell you who's the idiot in this room, Legolas, and it isn't me!" He sprang to his feet, but she went on before he could speak. "And my personal affairs are not an open book for you, and I'll thank you to keep out of my life and my decisions! If I want every move I make analyzed, I'll let you know, but don't hold your breath! Leave! Leave now!"
"I'll leave when I'm good and ready to, and right now, I'm not ready!" he yelled.
"Well, since it's my room, I say you are! Now, do I have to show you the door, or can your wonderful still-immortal eyes see it?" He had no reply to that one, save a threat.
"I'll leave, fine," he said, fuming, "Kiss him all you like, marry him, sure! But when you're mortal, and you die lonely, I'll find you or your grave and spit on you!" She crossed her arms and gazed at him levelly.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out." He swore and headed for the door when somebody began to knock frantically. She swore more vividly than he had and beat him to the door, unlocking it and throwing it open. Tracie nearly ran her over trying to get in.
"Rose! Thank the Valar you're here, Pellameliel said I might find you. Rosellyn, something bad has happened, something horrible..." Tracie began to cry. Rose sat down, cradling her gently as Tracie sobbed into her dress.
"Tracie, what can possibly be this upsetting? It isn't Forest?" she asked worriedly, but Tracie just shook her head and gave a watery sniff. "What's wrong, Tracie?" She was crying so hard...Tracie's news wasn't good. "Trace, you have to tell me. What's wrong?" Tracie looked up at her, grim and sorrowful.
"It's Ellie, and Meira. The Riders have captured them. I've only just gotten word." Rosellyn stood shakily, and walked a few quaking steps. Any reply she might have made died on her lips as she fainted, right into Legolas's arms.
A/N: Will it take something as horrible as kidnap to bring Rosellyn and Legolas together? Or will it drive them even further apart? Wow, I should write soap operas, or something...