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Summary: Aradel and Legolas indulge in the fine art of fencing. And maybe their good friend Galathil will play a small part. Basically its just a story that i thought up in the middle of the night and decided to go on with it. Why? Because i have NO other ideas, please review and give me some. Thank you!:D Setting: Set before Aradel moved in with the royal family maybe a month or two after they met. Its an early one.
Rivalry
Darkness, complete darkness. Not the cold frightening kind of darkness but the warm safe kind of darkness. Aradel lay surrounded by it. Her eyes were closed, she was just waking up, although not quite up. Half asleep, half awake. Her favorite part of waking up, the part where she wasn't quite.
The birds were chirping telling her the sun was up and by the sounds of it the breeds that woke up late. That meant it was probably before noon but no earlier than eleven.
She sifted her position. Bad idea. That shift made her tailbone angle on the wood in a very uncomfortable position. She sighed and opened her eyes.
The scene was relatively pretty. The sun shone through the branches, casting mystical shadows along the forest floor. Her earlier musings of birds proved correct, they were swooping in and out of the trees singing happily while they enjoyed their happy dance. The air was crisp, as the heat of the afternoon hadn't yet set in.
Of course this scene was lost on Aradel as the light burned her newly awakened eyes and the crisp air was cold and cruel on her recently revived senses. Squinting and blinking she climbed down the tree and sat on the ground, with her back leaning on the trunk and rubbed her eyes waiting for them to stop hurting.
She had been slumbering in a tall redwood of Mirkwood in a secluded area that had yet to be taken by darkness. Ironically the tree in which she had first met Legolas had been a redwood and she was meeting him today. Of course it had long been consumed by the darkness.
Her vision was clouded by a shadow. She looked up into the mocking eyes of her least favorite Elven prince. "You are finally awake?"
"Yes, your highness, I, the lowly commoner am awake to bask in your glory." She replied sarcastically getting slowly to her feet. She was definitely not a morning person.
"I don't think any less of people just because they are not of royalty. I am not that shallow." He said, he was standing with her feet apart and his arms behind his back. She leaned lazily against the tree.
"So you think of me as your equal?" she questioned raising an eyebrow.
"No." he was impassive but his eyes gleamed with mischief. He apparently was a morning person. "I said I don't think of people any less because of royal blood. I have reason to think less of you."
"I feel so loved thank you Legolas." Again, her words dripped with sarcasm so that you could almost hear it if you listened very, very hard indeed.
"Let us fight." He exclaimed excitedly, a grin erupting on his pale face illuminated by the morning light.
"You know when it just happens it's fine but when you announce it like that it takes all the fun out of it." She replied dully.
He shook his head. "No, I mean let us duel. I brought swords." He thrust his arms out in front of him and showed that each was grasping a long, curved Elven blade, obviously smuggled from his father's armory.
She raised a pretentious eyebrow then smiled and grabbed one by the handle from him. "Alright, bring it on Leafy."
"Excuse me?"
"OK." She moved from in front of him and waved an arm signaling for him to pass.
"Very funny, what did you call me?"
"Leafy. I was going to say Greeny but I thought Leafy would be better. And Greenleaf just sounds like something your mother would call you." She replied examining her blade.
"Please refrain from calling me anything of that nature in the future. Thank you." He said twirling his blade in his fingers. He steadied it and pointed at her in a way that initiated the commencing of the fight.
"Dually noted." She lunged and he blocked with expertise. He smirked and she smiled. This time he lunged and she blocked then quickly slashed at his upper arm. He jumped back and avoided the blow, though narrowly.
For near an hour their blades clashed as they lunged and swiped at each other, every time avoiding. She was putting up more of a fight than he had originally thought. Surely she must have had some training, he made a mental note to ask her. Beads of sweat appeared on both of their foreheads as he lunged and she stepped back over a rather conveniently placed Elven boot. She fell to the ground with a thud.
Before she could get up he was stepping on her and placed his sword at her neck. Legolas grinned widely in an ostentatious kind of way. He sighed and sheathed his weapon. Then he stepped off her and turned to inspect his arms to see if he was cut, often while in battle he would forget to feel the effects of a shallow cut.
Grunting in defeat Aradel too got up and picked up her dropped blade. She swung it up to sheath it properly but heard a small cry of pain as she did so. Looking up she saw a small hint of blood upon a mass of golden-blonde. She put a hand to her mouth in surprise.
Before she could stutter an apology he whipped around a smile on his face. "How dare you assault me!" with that he dropped his sword, its case and all, and lunged at the unsuspecting woman.
She cried out again as she hit the ground for the second time and roughly shoved him off. With a small but audible growl she lunged at his midsection and brought him down. He tried to kick her off but she had him in a position that left him pretty much immobile. She was sitting on his upper chest with his hands pinned down to the ground. She had placed herself high up enough on his body that no matter how he manipulated his flexible legs he could kick her.
"That was an accident. I am sorry." She grinned, victoriously.
"I doubt it was and I really did not think you were capable of uttering those words." He replied still struggling against her.
"Yes, it does leave a rather bad taste in my mouth." She tilted her head upward in a thoughtful way. "But words don't really leave any taste in mouths do they? I wonder how that expression came to be."
"Probably a mutation of some other, older expression. Surely you do not care, for you do not about many origins." He had now stopped struggling.
"You're right, I don't. That was rather out of character, thank you for pointing that out. Origins don't matter, it's where the thing is right now that matters." She exclaimed.
"Oh, but they do. To know the origins of the word or phrase is to know where it will go. From examining its past we can see where it will go in the future. Not to mention what we can tell of how they spoke back then." He replied.
"Do you believe in fate Legolas?"
"Yes." He replied quickly. "I believe we are all destined for something. If not then why are we here?"
"Than what is the point of knowing and learning from the past?" she shrugged. "If phrases aren't meant to mutate they won't and if they are then, by George, they will."
"We could be having this conversation with you not sitting on me you know." He said with a blank look.
"Yes we probably could. But then it wouldn't be as much fun for me." She smiled smugly.
"Get off!" he shouted as, in her moment of weakness, released his wrists from her grasp and shoved her by the shoulders off of him. After they both started laughing.
"Legolas, Ada wants you to come back to the palace. You have forgotten your chores again." Their laughing was interrupted by a small voice by the edge of the clearing. Galathil was leaning against a tree with an amused smile on his pale face.
"Alright, thank you Galathil, I'll be right there." He turned his golden head towards Aradel then back to Legolas where bright blue eyes met emerald green ones. "Oh, and by the way this is Aradel. She is a friend."
"I can see that. You took Ada's good swords; if he finds out he will be furious." He commented lazily.
Legolas stood, sheathed both swords and put them both on his belt. Then he went to Galathil and put a hand on his shoulder. "Please, Galathil, don't tell Ada. If he found out about Aradel he would make me try and court her and the Valar knows I do not want to court her."
Behind them Aradel smiled. Galathil noticed. "I will not tell Ada, but you owe me a favor."
Legolas smiled and nodded. Galathil left them and Legolas turned to Aradel. "Next time I shall bring archery equipment and we can see whose better at that. We shall meet here on the morrow."
"Very well, and I shall beat you at archery as I beat you at swordplay." She smiled smugly.
"You did not win that game!" he insisted, outraged in the funny kind of way.
"I did to."
"No you did not I pinned you to the ground thus winning the game."
"Ah but then I accidentally slashed your neck, you lunged and I ended up pinning you and you had to surrender to get me off thus I won the game." She grinned.
His mouth dropped down in silent protest. "I have not the time to discuss the results of our petty games. I have chores to attend to so if you'll excuse me." He nodded politely and left through the thick forest.
She looked around her surroundings briefly then shrugged. "What's that? Oh, sure I'll walk you to the palace." She muttered to herself before quickly taking after him.
Several upturned roots, an unsuspected tree and a low branch nearly in the face later (about a minute) she caught up with Legolas who had in turn caught up with Galathil.
"Why are you following us?" Legolas asked over his shoulder, in curiosity as he heard her approach.
"I've nothing else to do." She replied.
"Well we were just discussing death." Galathil piped in. "Feel free to add anything you wish to our happy little conversation."
She smiled. "I do have something to add. Everyone in the world, no matter what the species, is going to die eventually."
"No." Legolas interjected, "Not Elves."
"Yes."
"No, if an elf is not slain or sails across the sea he or she will not die. Ever." He protested indignantly, stepping over a root and ducking under a branch as he did so.
"Not true." Galathil said. "She is right, everyone is doomed to die. Some earlier than others but they die all the same."
"Not Elves." Legolas said stubbornly, with a sigh.
"Legolas, admit that you're wrong and accept the fact that no matter what you're going to die." Aradel said shaking her head.
"Only if I'm slain."
"Legolas do you know the sun theory?" she asked.
"No." he said plucking a broken twig from his golden hair, messed from the low hanging branches.
"I have." Galathil said. "Explain it further, though, by all means."
"Yes I wish to know as well."
"OK, the sun is a star. Stars die, they blow up. When the sun blows up it will either cause the earth to fly off into space, loosing heat and oxygen thus killing us all or create a black whole and suck it up destroying all of its inhabitants." She explained as the palace came into view.
Legolas hesitated, thinking, then turned to look at the messy woman. "But that is a type of slaying."
Aradel stopped in surprise and cursed mentally. 'He's right you know.'
'Yes I know. I just don't want to know.'
Then she laughed at herself. 'Why do you always talk to yourself?'
'I don't know, just start walking before they suspect something.'
So she started her legs walking again and quickly caught up to the two brothers, the elder with a smug look on his fair face.
The rest of the way to the palace passed in silence. When they did reach it, Galathil couldn't get up the steps into it fast enough but Legolas turned to Aradel.
"Goodbye." He said plainly. "I shall see you tomorrow."
She nodded. "If I don't see you first." He rolled his eyes and quickly ran up the stairs awaiting his father's wrath for taking weapons.
She turned to go back to her beautiful tree, to see if she could climb even higher, and could think of only one word to mutter to describe him. She had heard it used by humans in great excess and had picked it up on one of her many trips through the lower class areas of Gondor and Rohan. As she thought of it she muttered it to herself.
"Dork."
The End
A/N: I'm sorry i havne't updated in months but i've been busy with other stuff other stories other places other things. Not to mention going back to scohol. :( Ok i don't know if dorks were invented back then but i'm using it because i don't know what she would call him. I'm sure they had other words of the same meaning but i don't know what they are so i'm using dork. I also don't know if anyone knew the sun was a star, stars blew up, the earth revolved around the sun, or the earth was round ect but i just can't escape my more nerdy side and have to include some facts. I don't want to it just happens.
Summary: Aradel and Legolas indulge in the fine art of fencing. And maybe their good friend Galathil will play a small part. Basically its just a story that i thought up in the middle of the night and decided to go on with it. Why? Because i have NO other ideas, please review and give me some. Thank you!:D Setting: Set before Aradel moved in with the royal family maybe a month or two after they met. Its an early one.
Rivalry
Darkness, complete darkness. Not the cold frightening kind of darkness but the warm safe kind of darkness. Aradel lay surrounded by it. Her eyes were closed, she was just waking up, although not quite up. Half asleep, half awake. Her favorite part of waking up, the part where she wasn't quite.
The birds were chirping telling her the sun was up and by the sounds of it the breeds that woke up late. That meant it was probably before noon but no earlier than eleven.
She sifted her position. Bad idea. That shift made her tailbone angle on the wood in a very uncomfortable position. She sighed and opened her eyes.
The scene was relatively pretty. The sun shone through the branches, casting mystical shadows along the forest floor. Her earlier musings of birds proved correct, they were swooping in and out of the trees singing happily while they enjoyed their happy dance. The air was crisp, as the heat of the afternoon hadn't yet set in.
Of course this scene was lost on Aradel as the light burned her newly awakened eyes and the crisp air was cold and cruel on her recently revived senses. Squinting and blinking she climbed down the tree and sat on the ground, with her back leaning on the trunk and rubbed her eyes waiting for them to stop hurting.
She had been slumbering in a tall redwood of Mirkwood in a secluded area that had yet to be taken by darkness. Ironically the tree in which she had first met Legolas had been a redwood and she was meeting him today. Of course it had long been consumed by the darkness.
Her vision was clouded by a shadow. She looked up into the mocking eyes of her least favorite Elven prince. "You are finally awake?"
"Yes, your highness, I, the lowly commoner am awake to bask in your glory." She replied sarcastically getting slowly to her feet. She was definitely not a morning person.
"I don't think any less of people just because they are not of royalty. I am not that shallow." He said, he was standing with her feet apart and his arms behind his back. She leaned lazily against the tree.
"So you think of me as your equal?" she questioned raising an eyebrow.
"No." he was impassive but his eyes gleamed with mischief. He apparently was a morning person. "I said I don't think of people any less because of royal blood. I have reason to think less of you."
"I feel so loved thank you Legolas." Again, her words dripped with sarcasm so that you could almost hear it if you listened very, very hard indeed.
"Let us fight." He exclaimed excitedly, a grin erupting on his pale face illuminated by the morning light.
"You know when it just happens it's fine but when you announce it like that it takes all the fun out of it." She replied dully.
He shook his head. "No, I mean let us duel. I brought swords." He thrust his arms out in front of him and showed that each was grasping a long, curved Elven blade, obviously smuggled from his father's armory.
She raised a pretentious eyebrow then smiled and grabbed one by the handle from him. "Alright, bring it on Leafy."
"Excuse me?"
"OK." She moved from in front of him and waved an arm signaling for him to pass.
"Very funny, what did you call me?"
"Leafy. I was going to say Greeny but I thought Leafy would be better. And Greenleaf just sounds like something your mother would call you." She replied examining her blade.
"Please refrain from calling me anything of that nature in the future. Thank you." He said twirling his blade in his fingers. He steadied it and pointed at her in a way that initiated the commencing of the fight.
"Dually noted." She lunged and he blocked with expertise. He smirked and she smiled. This time he lunged and she blocked then quickly slashed at his upper arm. He jumped back and avoided the blow, though narrowly.
For near an hour their blades clashed as they lunged and swiped at each other, every time avoiding. She was putting up more of a fight than he had originally thought. Surely she must have had some training, he made a mental note to ask her. Beads of sweat appeared on both of their foreheads as he lunged and she stepped back over a rather conveniently placed Elven boot. She fell to the ground with a thud.
Before she could get up he was stepping on her and placed his sword at her neck. Legolas grinned widely in an ostentatious kind of way. He sighed and sheathed his weapon. Then he stepped off her and turned to inspect his arms to see if he was cut, often while in battle he would forget to feel the effects of a shallow cut.
Grunting in defeat Aradel too got up and picked up her dropped blade. She swung it up to sheath it properly but heard a small cry of pain as she did so. Looking up she saw a small hint of blood upon a mass of golden-blonde. She put a hand to her mouth in surprise.
Before she could stutter an apology he whipped around a smile on his face. "How dare you assault me!" with that he dropped his sword, its case and all, and lunged at the unsuspecting woman.
She cried out again as she hit the ground for the second time and roughly shoved him off. With a small but audible growl she lunged at his midsection and brought him down. He tried to kick her off but she had him in a position that left him pretty much immobile. She was sitting on his upper chest with his hands pinned down to the ground. She had placed herself high up enough on his body that no matter how he manipulated his flexible legs he could kick her.
"That was an accident. I am sorry." She grinned, victoriously.
"I doubt it was and I really did not think you were capable of uttering those words." He replied still struggling against her.
"Yes, it does leave a rather bad taste in my mouth." She tilted her head upward in a thoughtful way. "But words don't really leave any taste in mouths do they? I wonder how that expression came to be."
"Probably a mutation of some other, older expression. Surely you do not care, for you do not about many origins." He had now stopped struggling.
"You're right, I don't. That was rather out of character, thank you for pointing that out. Origins don't matter, it's where the thing is right now that matters." She exclaimed.
"Oh, but they do. To know the origins of the word or phrase is to know where it will go. From examining its past we can see where it will go in the future. Not to mention what we can tell of how they spoke back then." He replied.
"Do you believe in fate Legolas?"
"Yes." He replied quickly. "I believe we are all destined for something. If not then why are we here?"
"Than what is the point of knowing and learning from the past?" she shrugged. "If phrases aren't meant to mutate they won't and if they are then, by George, they will."
"We could be having this conversation with you not sitting on me you know." He said with a blank look.
"Yes we probably could. But then it wouldn't be as much fun for me." She smiled smugly.
"Get off!" he shouted as, in her moment of weakness, released his wrists from her grasp and shoved her by the shoulders off of him. After they both started laughing.
"Legolas, Ada wants you to come back to the palace. You have forgotten your chores again." Their laughing was interrupted by a small voice by the edge of the clearing. Galathil was leaning against a tree with an amused smile on his pale face.
"Alright, thank you Galathil, I'll be right there." He turned his golden head towards Aradel then back to Legolas where bright blue eyes met emerald green ones. "Oh, and by the way this is Aradel. She is a friend."
"I can see that. You took Ada's good swords; if he finds out he will be furious." He commented lazily.
Legolas stood, sheathed both swords and put them both on his belt. Then he went to Galathil and put a hand on his shoulder. "Please, Galathil, don't tell Ada. If he found out about Aradel he would make me try and court her and the Valar knows I do not want to court her."
Behind them Aradel smiled. Galathil noticed. "I will not tell Ada, but you owe me a favor."
Legolas smiled and nodded. Galathil left them and Legolas turned to Aradel. "Next time I shall bring archery equipment and we can see whose better at that. We shall meet here on the morrow."
"Very well, and I shall beat you at archery as I beat you at swordplay." She smiled smugly.
"You did not win that game!" he insisted, outraged in the funny kind of way.
"I did to."
"No you did not I pinned you to the ground thus winning the game."
"Ah but then I accidentally slashed your neck, you lunged and I ended up pinning you and you had to surrender to get me off thus I won the game." She grinned.
His mouth dropped down in silent protest. "I have not the time to discuss the results of our petty games. I have chores to attend to so if you'll excuse me." He nodded politely and left through the thick forest.
She looked around her surroundings briefly then shrugged. "What's that? Oh, sure I'll walk you to the palace." She muttered to herself before quickly taking after him.
Several upturned roots, an unsuspected tree and a low branch nearly in the face later (about a minute) she caught up with Legolas who had in turn caught up with Galathil.
"Why are you following us?" Legolas asked over his shoulder, in curiosity as he heard her approach.
"I've nothing else to do." She replied.
"Well we were just discussing death." Galathil piped in. "Feel free to add anything you wish to our happy little conversation."
She smiled. "I do have something to add. Everyone in the world, no matter what the species, is going to die eventually."
"No." Legolas interjected, "Not Elves."
"Yes."
"No, if an elf is not slain or sails across the sea he or she will not die. Ever." He protested indignantly, stepping over a root and ducking under a branch as he did so.
"Not true." Galathil said. "She is right, everyone is doomed to die. Some earlier than others but they die all the same."
"Not Elves." Legolas said stubbornly, with a sigh.
"Legolas, admit that you're wrong and accept the fact that no matter what you're going to die." Aradel said shaking her head.
"Only if I'm slain."
"Legolas do you know the sun theory?" she asked.
"No." he said plucking a broken twig from his golden hair, messed from the low hanging branches.
"I have." Galathil said. "Explain it further, though, by all means."
"Yes I wish to know as well."
"OK, the sun is a star. Stars die, they blow up. When the sun blows up it will either cause the earth to fly off into space, loosing heat and oxygen thus killing us all or create a black whole and suck it up destroying all of its inhabitants." She explained as the palace came into view.
Legolas hesitated, thinking, then turned to look at the messy woman. "But that is a type of slaying."
Aradel stopped in surprise and cursed mentally. 'He's right you know.'
'Yes I know. I just don't want to know.'
Then she laughed at herself. 'Why do you always talk to yourself?'
'I don't know, just start walking before they suspect something.'
So she started her legs walking again and quickly caught up to the two brothers, the elder with a smug look on his fair face.
The rest of the way to the palace passed in silence. When they did reach it, Galathil couldn't get up the steps into it fast enough but Legolas turned to Aradel.
"Goodbye." He said plainly. "I shall see you tomorrow."
She nodded. "If I don't see you first." He rolled his eyes and quickly ran up the stairs awaiting his father's wrath for taking weapons.
She turned to go back to her beautiful tree, to see if she could climb even higher, and could think of only one word to mutter to describe him. She had heard it used by humans in great excess and had picked it up on one of her many trips through the lower class areas of Gondor and Rohan. As she thought of it she muttered it to herself.
"Dork."
The End
A/N: I'm sorry i havne't updated in months but i've been busy with other stuff other stories other places other things. Not to mention going back to scohol. :( Ok i don't know if dorks were invented back then but i'm using it because i don't know what she would call him. I'm sure they had other words of the same meaning but i don't know what they are so i'm using dork. I also don't know if anyone knew the sun was a star, stars blew up, the earth revolved around the sun, or the earth was round ect but i just can't escape my more nerdy side and have to include some facts. I don't want to it just happens.