Author's Note1: I'm absolutely speechless! Thank you so much for all of your positive reviews! To those of you that reviewed, you are the reason that this second chapter is now out! A special thanks to JoanMilligan for her wonderful advice!
Author's Note2: I am currently changing the title of this story to "Fairy Tale" as I already have the ending and basic meaning of this story worked out and it fits mcuh better than the original title.
Author's Note3: I'm changing the rating of this story to PG-13, if the content in this story goes beyond that I will change it back to R, or if any of you think it needs a higher rating please let me know.
Author's Note4: There are elven names in this chapter and please excuse the missing accent marks, I currently am unaware of how to make them, if anyone knows please e-mail me and tell me how, it will be greatly appreciated!
Author's Note5: I'm going back and changing the speeling of "faery" I have to the traditional spelling of "fairy" to make things simpler, especially seeing as I myself seem to switch back and forth from one to the other.
And now with ramblings finished, on with the show!
Tangle groggily opened her eyes after she had been jolted awake by some type of movement. A moment of confusion followed since she wasn't used to waking up in a dark supply bag, but after a second or two the fog cleared, only to have a sense of panic set in.She had fallen asleep! How would she ever get home now?
Her thoughts, however, were interrupted by a large hand reaching inside of the bag. Tangle's violet eyes widened even more so in panic, thoughts raced through her head on what to do, especially since it seemed to be reaching for the apple she was currently sitting on. Without time to fully think this out, Tangle merely went with instinct and made the very stupid move of merely hanging on to the small stem pertruding from the apple for dear life.
The apple was quickly swept up and out of the bag, and all Tangle could do was hope that she was small enough that whoever had the apple in their hands wouldn't notice the large wings she possessed, now seeming to sprout out of the red skin of the fruit. She concentrated on merely holding on until the apple was placed on the surface of a wooden table top, where it immediately began to turn on its side due to the extra weight Tangle presented. Tangle used what little upper body strength she had to pull the rest of her body to the top of the apple where her hands were still gripping the stem, as a means to avoid being crushed by the large fruit.
Once the apple stopped it's movements she let out a small sigh of relief, and it was only then that she noticed her surroundings and the many people within them. Her eyes widened yet again as she realized she was in what appeared to be a kitchen, filled with female elves! They were all talking amongst themselves as they went through they're individul tasks. The one who had picked her out of the bag was only a foot or so away from her on the other side of the table, unpacking what must have been uneaten food left from the hunter's trip.
As she was doing this she was talking quite animatedly with the elleth across from her who was currently preparing some type of food, as various choppped vegetables as well as a sharp knife were sitting next to where she was currently stirring something in a large bowl. This elleth seemed a little thinner than the first, with blonde hair several shades lighter as well. Being an immortal herself, she was obviously used to telling a creatures age by different means than looks, the older you were the more the air about you changed, giving off a sense of wisdom and experience rather than naivity and excitement. Because of this she could easily assume that the heavier elleth was quite a bit older than the other.
The older one tsked as she continued on the conversation Tangle had only now begun to notice, "With such a face as fine as that you'd think he'd be settled down, with a pretty little wife of his own"
The other one responded with a slightly dreamy, even hopeful answer of "Well, maybe he just hasn't...found the right one yet." she put the bowl aside and reached for one of the half chopped vegetables before continuing with her work, a smile graced her lips as she continued to look down at her task before she added "I bet he's just real sensitive. A romantic"
Tangle mentaly rolled her eyes at this elleth, she always seemed to feel disgust at the sappy, love sick, girls she came across (she was currently in denial of her own actions towards a certain blue eyed elf, merely hours ago). She eyed the bowl, it was rather large and she needed a place to hide before she was noticed behind the apple. She couldn't even change her form to an ant or something along those lines as the change always entailed a short period of transformation to her pure spirit form (which was basicly a lot of bright, very noticeable light) before it changed into whatever form she was intending. If she did so she would definately be noticed, not to mention she wasn't sure she'd be any safer as an ant. She highly doubted these elves would appreciate an insect in their rather clean kitchen.
"Well, whatever he is, that man needs himself a nice girl to settle down with. If she's half as beautiful as himself, they'll have such adorable children" the older elf said, the last sentence coming out with a certain amount of glee. As they were talking, Tangle took their distracted state as an opportunity to scurry from behind the overturned apple, over to the side of the bowl that was concealed by their view. Tangle flattened her body against the side of the bowl, trying her hardest not to be seen as she tried to figure out what her next move should be; she couldn't hide behind here forever after all.
The younger elleth leaned in closer, as if about to share some large secret, and in a whisper said "Linwe told me that she over heard his advisors talking in the study, apparently all these festivals and such that seem to be popping up out thin air are they're doing, they're just hoping to find him a bride", she gave a light laugh at the end of her tale, before leaning back up with a satisfied grin on her face, seeming pleased with herself for sharing such a juicy piece of gossip.
The older elf tsked again before saying a scolding tone "That Linwe is such a twitter, she's going to get herself in a right spot of trouble if she doesn't stop with all this eaves dropping and gossiping she does.", after a few moments she continued with, "All the same it isn't a half bad idea, he keeps himself so busy he barely gets to meet new elleths, let alone fall in love with one! This'll just give him the oppurtunity he needs to turn this place into a right kingdom"
Tangle had stopped listening quite some time ago however, as her mind was still caught in the snare of debating how to save her hide. She was snapped out of this only when she heard, "Nienna, scoop some of that from the bowl, we need to send a serving up with his dinner"
Oh no! They were talking about the bowl she was currently hiding behind! Without time to register how utterly stupid this idea was, she reached her thin arms up, her hands grasping the edge of the bowl and pulled herself up. Her legs scrambled against it's smooth surface as she tried to make her way up and suddenly she could feel the bowl being lifted by the elleth's hands. This little jolt was just what she needed to bring herself up and over the rim of the large bowl, and dropping into what appeared to be...chocolate pudding. Damnit.
Taking a large breath she ducked underneath the sticky, brown surface. She was fully intending on being able to just stay down there until the bowl was palced back down on the table, but things really hadn't been going Tangle's way that day, so this, of course, was no different. All of a sudden she felt herself being lifted up, with a slight sense of alarm her head broke through the surface of the pudding, only to look down and realize that she was currently very high up and moving, she had been scooped up by that stupid little twit! Tangle felt her hands gripping the sides of the ladle that was currently moving closer to a glass desert bowl. For someone who could fly, Tangle was more than a little afraid of heights when her wings weren't the ones causing the difference in altitude.
Continuing the habit she had become used to lately of making idiotic moves, she scrambled, trying to make her way out of the ladle, but before she was successful she felt herself being flipped over, landing on something quite hard and then the inmistakeable feeling of being covered in pudding.
She hadn't had the time to take a breath before this rahter rough transition into the desert dish and found herself desperately craving it. Flailing her arms she made her way to the top of the pudding, taking a large breath and coughing loudly (at least to her own her ears) just in time for the light around her to disappear as a lid was put over the large silver platter the pudding dish had been placed on.
Great, just great, she was in somebody's dinner with pudding up her nose. Perfect.
She placed her hands on the end of the glass cup and attemtped to pull herself up. Her feet pushed against the inside of the cup, trying to aid her, but they merely continued to slip in the pudding. She felt the muscles in her arms burning as she was able to make a bit of progress, only to feel a sudden jolt as the tray was picked up, tossing her back into the pudding.
After a few seconds she poked her head out of the pudding, taking a small breath. Tangle rolled her eyes before slapping one of her hands against her forhead just a little too forcefully.
"Ow!"
Now rubbing the spot with the same hand she pulled herself out a little bit more, just enough for her wings to have some room. A light flicker and a good deal of the pudding was flicked off and onto the sides of the silve platter. Another couple flaps and she was rising up and out of the rather constricting desert.
She stilled in the air for a few moments, just long enough to shake majority of the chocolate off of her before resting her feet back on the silver platter, silently fuming. She really couldn't see much of anything as the cover to the serving tray locked all of the light out so she merely waited for the movement of the tray to disist, signaling that it had been put down.
She waited several moments, hearing a quiet, muffled, voice, and then nothing. It was silent for many minutes until she heard someone placing their hands on the lid, and then the first rays of light entered in. Tangle, not wanting to be seen, flew to the rounded top of the cover, plastering herself against it.
When it reached a point in mid air she cauitously flew down to the ridge, peaked underneath it, and flew out, making sure to end up on the side not facing who ever currently had it in their grasp. Following it a bit until she was in the clear, she flew behind the person who was currently sitting with his back facing away from the large windows that showed a spectacular view of the gardens, at a very large, wooden desk. Seeing as she was behind him, the only thing she could see was a head of long, blonde hair.
"Big surprise", she thought to herself.
She looked down at what was once her blue dress. Now, Tangle wasn't a stickler for neatness, but being dunked in a bowl of pudding was a crushing blow to her ego, so without much extra thought put into it, she flew behind the nearby curtain. Then she reached down and with her long fingers, scraped off a good hunk of the pudding still clinging to the fabric, pulled her arm back, and threw it right at the random elf's head stupid, blonde, head.
The elf's reactions were quick, he reached a hand back to touch the rather small bit of pudding as he turned to face in the other direction from which it was thrown. It was then, and only then, that she realized this "random elf" was none other than Legolas.