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Chasing
He clenched his hands into fists at her and threw the door open after her. Just as he was off of the threshold however he jumped three feet in the air when a certain female figure jumped out yelling "Blah!" very loudly as to startle him. "You still can't close the door. Do you have a disease or something?"
Silently he turned to do as she said but as his back was turned she sprinted away and was around the corner, out of sight before he could turn back around to tell her not to. He cursed under his breath and took off after her, following her loud running footfalls. After trailing her through the front hall he took a left down the next hallway, then the third right and the second right. There he reached a door that swung on it's hinges as if just being opened and hastily run through.
He stopped and walked in with his head held high. If his head hadn't been held so high, however, he might have been able to see the black booted foot that was sticking out from behind the door and maybe he wouldn't have tripped and fell flat on his Elven face. Laughing irrupted from the owner of the foot. Aradel stepped out holding her side as he got up, trying to look as dignified as he possibly could with dirt and specks of sand on his 'flawless' skin.
"You are evil." He managed to say wiping his face with his hands. He glanced around the room and took in his surroundings. "Well this is a nice little room."
She smiled fondly. "Yes it is. It's the King's private music room if I have been correctly informed. Which I expect I have been as it was him who told me."
Legolas sighed. "So you're telling me we are in one of the King's private rooms." She nodded in confirmation. "The King of Rohan." Another nod. "The King who can have us incarcerated for the rest of our natural lives or worse yet killed." Yet another nod, my he was getting annoyed with that. "You're completely off your rocker." She grinned and nodded again. "Stop doing that I'm getting sick."
Then she started to nod over and over again inching slowly toward. He simply rolled his eyes and placed his hand firmly on her head, forcing her to stop, a little bit stunned. "Do you know how to play anything?" she asked swatting his hand off of her.
"No, I never wanted to learn." He said, sticking his chin up, though not very convincingly.
She snorted and shook her head.
Begin Flashback
Aradel was walking through the gardens on a particularly dark, cloudy day in Mirkwood when she heard a terrible twanging noise coming from beyond a thicket of bushes. Curiously she stuck her head through and discretely looked upon the Elven prince holding a guitar and uncomfortably strumming at the strings. His left hand was awkwardly attempting a G note while his right was incorrectly strumming with the ball of his thumb. To sum it up it sounded awful.
"Gah!" he yelled in frustration throwing the instrument down to the ground. He then stomped off in a fuming rage. And Aradel, struggling to stifle a booming laugh withdrew her head and continued walking.
End Flashback
"Do you play anything?" he inquired eyeing a guitar similar to the one he had been given by his father many years ago.
"Maybe." She replied picking up the guitar that she had picked out two nights ago, it was also the one Legolas was eyeing. "This one's called 'Flowers in a Garden' or 'Devil with a Halo'
He quirked an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. "I am terrible with titles."
She began to play a strange enigmatic song. It was oddly beautiful, yet simple and very hard to explain. It would have made the happiest man in the world cry and the saddest man in the world laugh. It would have calmed the restless and made restless the calm. All the while she played it with a blissful smile on her face and looked as though remembering something wonderful that she hadn't thought of for a long time.
When she finished she lay it down on its shelf and sighed, apparently content for the moment. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, a little breathless from the beautiful piece that had come from such a mediocre woman.
"You know I didn't even plan and playing that. I started another song that had the same beginning and just found myself going along with it." She replied. She turned and began to walk away to browse through the instrument again.
He stood looking at her back for a while, just until she was far enough that he would have a good head start when he began chasing him with threats to kill him. "You learnt it from your nanneth didn't you."
She froze. "No. Why do you always say I learn everything from my parents?"
"Because you won't tell me anything about your past so I have to pry." He smiled slightly.
"Alright, my past. Well I met an annoying little prince, lived with him for a while then went elsewhere. Then let's say between two hundred and three hundred years ago I met up with him again." She informed him with a grin.
"I am not annoying and I am not little."
"And you assume I was talking about you! Vanity thy name is Legolas. Tut, tut." She shook her head with a serious look, putting all her energy into not laughing and braking the mood.
"Who were you talking about then."
"Elrohir. Or Elladan, both fit the criteria." She replied as a matter of factly.
"You lived with Elladan and Elrohir? How come you never told me?"
"You never asked. And yes, for a time. Both before and after I met you, actually. Only a short time after I met you for about ten days, before the council. Before that for some years, helping with looking after those hellions Elrond calls his children."
"Aha! You just gave me my first clue to how old you are!" he exclaimed triumphantly.
"Legolas, sorry to brake your little bubble of ignorance but I have dropped so many hints to my age that I've lost count. The fact that you haven't picked up on them is your fault." He narrowed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "I cannot believe you are a prince not to mention an Elf. You act nothing like either."
"It's your fault, you lead me astray. So, shut up."
"You shut up."
"You shut up."
"You shut up."
"You shut up, I am the prince I have more power. I command you to shut up!" he said purposefully making his voice deeper to seem more powerful. Still with bits of dirt on his tunic and the memory of him sticking out his tongue only seconds ago blazing in her mind, it didn't exactly work. Despite it she shrugged and shut her mouth.
"Good, now how long do I have to be at that meeting? It's at noon?" he asked. She stood, silent and immobile. "Come on, please. I can't be late or Aragorn will have my head."
"You told me to shut up, be order of the 'almighty' prince of Mirkwood." She replied with an evil sneer.
"You spoke! You disobeyed me, to the dungeons with you!" he put his deep voice back on and pointed an indignant finger in her face.
"You'll have to catch me first!" she said then batted his finger out of the way and bolted out of the room, Legolas, rolling his eyes and groaning, chased after her reluctantly.
A/N:Well that's that. I know that Theoden didn't and probably wouldn't have had a council desciding anything but it fits with the story more that you probably understand right now or will for a long time. Alot of things take a long time to understand. That's the way i think i'm pretty confusing most of the time. Nehoo, bye-bye!:D
Muddie21: I know, guys can be so mean. mutters about mean friends I'm sure your fic's not bad! I'm just on my way to read it but i'm not sure if i'll be able to review. :D
Chasing
He clenched his hands into fists at her and threw the door open after her. Just as he was off of the threshold however he jumped three feet in the air when a certain female figure jumped out yelling "Blah!" very loudly as to startle him. "You still can't close the door. Do you have a disease or something?"
Silently he turned to do as she said but as his back was turned she sprinted away and was around the corner, out of sight before he could turn back around to tell her not to. He cursed under his breath and took off after her, following her loud running footfalls. After trailing her through the front hall he took a left down the next hallway, then the third right and the second right. There he reached a door that swung on it's hinges as if just being opened and hastily run through.
He stopped and walked in with his head held high. If his head hadn't been held so high, however, he might have been able to see the black booted foot that was sticking out from behind the door and maybe he wouldn't have tripped and fell flat on his Elven face. Laughing irrupted from the owner of the foot. Aradel stepped out holding her side as he got up, trying to look as dignified as he possibly could with dirt and specks of sand on his 'flawless' skin.
"You are evil." He managed to say wiping his face with his hands. He glanced around the room and took in his surroundings. "Well this is a nice little room."
She smiled fondly. "Yes it is. It's the King's private music room if I have been correctly informed. Which I expect I have been as it was him who told me."
Legolas sighed. "So you're telling me we are in one of the King's private rooms." She nodded in confirmation. "The King of Rohan." Another nod. "The King who can have us incarcerated for the rest of our natural lives or worse yet killed." Yet another nod, my he was getting annoyed with that. "You're completely off your rocker." She grinned and nodded again. "Stop doing that I'm getting sick."
Then she started to nod over and over again inching slowly toward. He simply rolled his eyes and placed his hand firmly on her head, forcing her to stop, a little bit stunned. "Do you know how to play anything?" she asked swatting his hand off of her.
"No, I never wanted to learn." He said, sticking his chin up, though not very convincingly.
She snorted and shook her head.
Begin Flashback
Aradel was walking through the gardens on a particularly dark, cloudy day in Mirkwood when she heard a terrible twanging noise coming from beyond a thicket of bushes. Curiously she stuck her head through and discretely looked upon the Elven prince holding a guitar and uncomfortably strumming at the strings. His left hand was awkwardly attempting a G note while his right was incorrectly strumming with the ball of his thumb. To sum it up it sounded awful.
"Gah!" he yelled in frustration throwing the instrument down to the ground. He then stomped off in a fuming rage. And Aradel, struggling to stifle a booming laugh withdrew her head and continued walking.
End Flashback
"Do you play anything?" he inquired eyeing a guitar similar to the one he had been given by his father many years ago.
"Maybe." She replied picking up the guitar that she had picked out two nights ago, it was also the one Legolas was eyeing. "This one's called 'Flowers in a Garden' or 'Devil with a Halo'
He quirked an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes. "I am terrible with titles."
She began to play a strange enigmatic song. It was oddly beautiful, yet simple and very hard to explain. It would have made the happiest man in the world cry and the saddest man in the world laugh. It would have calmed the restless and made restless the calm. All the while she played it with a blissful smile on her face and looked as though remembering something wonderful that she hadn't thought of for a long time.
When she finished she lay it down on its shelf and sighed, apparently content for the moment. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, a little breathless from the beautiful piece that had come from such a mediocre woman.
"You know I didn't even plan and playing that. I started another song that had the same beginning and just found myself going along with it." She replied. She turned and began to walk away to browse through the instrument again.
He stood looking at her back for a while, just until she was far enough that he would have a good head start when he began chasing him with threats to kill him. "You learnt it from your nanneth didn't you."
She froze. "No. Why do you always say I learn everything from my parents?"
"Because you won't tell me anything about your past so I have to pry." He smiled slightly.
"Alright, my past. Well I met an annoying little prince, lived with him for a while then went elsewhere. Then let's say between two hundred and three hundred years ago I met up with him again." She informed him with a grin.
"I am not annoying and I am not little."
"And you assume I was talking about you! Vanity thy name is Legolas. Tut, tut." She shook her head with a serious look, putting all her energy into not laughing and braking the mood.
"Who were you talking about then."
"Elrohir. Or Elladan, both fit the criteria." She replied as a matter of factly.
"You lived with Elladan and Elrohir? How come you never told me?"
"You never asked. And yes, for a time. Both before and after I met you, actually. Only a short time after I met you for about ten days, before the council. Before that for some years, helping with looking after those hellions Elrond calls his children."
"Aha! You just gave me my first clue to how old you are!" he exclaimed triumphantly.
"Legolas, sorry to brake your little bubble of ignorance but I have dropped so many hints to my age that I've lost count. The fact that you haven't picked up on them is your fault." He narrowed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. "I cannot believe you are a prince not to mention an Elf. You act nothing like either."
"It's your fault, you lead me astray. So, shut up."
"You shut up."
"You shut up."
"You shut up."
"You shut up, I am the prince I have more power. I command you to shut up!" he said purposefully making his voice deeper to seem more powerful. Still with bits of dirt on his tunic and the memory of him sticking out his tongue only seconds ago blazing in her mind, it didn't exactly work. Despite it she shrugged and shut her mouth.
"Good, now how long do I have to be at that meeting? It's at noon?" he asked. She stood, silent and immobile. "Come on, please. I can't be late or Aragorn will have my head."
"You told me to shut up, be order of the 'almighty' prince of Mirkwood." She replied with an evil sneer.
"You spoke! You disobeyed me, to the dungeons with you!" he put his deep voice back on and pointed an indignant finger in her face.
"You'll have to catch me first!" she said then batted his finger out of the way and bolted out of the room, Legolas, rolling his eyes and groaning, chased after her reluctantly.
A/N:Well that's that. I know that Theoden didn't and probably wouldn't have had a council desciding anything but it fits with the story more that you probably understand right now or will for a long time. Alot of things take a long time to understand. That's the way i think i'm pretty confusing most of the time. Nehoo, bye-bye!:D
Muddie21: I know, guys can be so mean. mutters about mean friends I'm sure your fic's not bad! I'm just on my way to read it but i'm not sure if i'll be able to review. :D
