I updated, and I am sorry it took so long, I was wondering on how they
should meet face to face. Any way thanks for being patient and here is the
next chapter.
Enjoy,
Cerelina
Chapter 3
Southern Princess meet Northern Prince
The first thing Katanya recognized when she opened her eyes was the throbbing pain in her head. The scene around her doubled as she tried to clear her head. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. She then noticed she was alive, and laying on something soft, not like the ground, and she was warm. Her eyes snapped open and focused on her surroundings. She was in a tree, a talan, lying in a bed. There was a dresser with a small mirror to her left, and another bed opposite of the dresser. A chair was to her right, beside her bed and a door at the end of the room led to the unknown.
She called to the Earth quickly, and mentally sending out vibrations. She was in a northern elven village and Laverne and Zefira were nearby but she could not find their exact locations.
"Good you are awake, how are you feeling Rose?" Katanya turned in the direction of the voice and found herself looking at the petite air guardian in a simple brown working dress.
"My head hurts a little, nothing I can't handle and my advanced healing power is working so I am fine. Who? What? Where? When? Why?" She asked her friend.
" It is the following night in a village in .Mirkwood. We were. rescued. right after you were hit. A hunting party was near by. Our secret is safe." Zefira said trying out the word rescue funny. Katanya nodded for her to elaborate.
"After you got hit, a hunting party of northern elves came down from the trees, and killed all the orcs. We ran to you and found you only unconscious. Even though they are.northies," she stopped and fidgeted uncomfortably, then continued, " we accepted their help, for the main party of orcs were coming and we wanted to get a way. A tall blond elf that seemed to be in charge walked over to you and then stroked your hair compassionately then cautiously picked you up. The other northies did not seem to mind, that he came to carry you. There is more but we will discuss it later with Laverne, when we have the time alone. I know, that you know, but we need to keep a low profile so heal like a normal elf, or at least act like it. I will send for some soup." With that, the powerful elves grasped hands then Zefira left glancing over her shoulder.
Katanya pondered the news, and decided that though they are elves the she-elves would have to be wary. Northern elves and their silly notions on. love and expressing emotion publicly was weak. They took things to far; spending their entire lives trying to find their soul mate, and live happily ever after, like it was a fairytale. Katanya shook her head, trying to ward off sleep.
Faint voices were heard coming from the door and moments later, a noiseless, except for she was an elf and could hear him walk towards her room. She could tell it was a he by his solid stride. The stride was also spaced out that told her he was tall. Soon an elf appeared. He was tall like she guessed, and yet taller than normal elven height, somehow she knew that if she stood up her height would reach his lips which were in a frown. A unique color honey-blond hair graced hi head as if it were a crown. His golden hair however was covering his face that was bent down shielding his eyes, and the rest of his face. In his hands, he held a tray with a bowl of a steaming liquid; Katanya guessed it was soup of a kind. He placed the tray on the dresser and turned toward her. He stopped in surprise to see she was awake.
"Mae govannen. Lle tyava quell Arwen en amin?" (Welcome. Do you feel well my lady?) He asked, his eyes meeting hers. It was then she noticed that his eyes were as rare as hers, only twin gems that were so blue they seemed to glow. When their eyes met she felt something stir deep inside, and subconsciously she lowered her guard, as if she knew he was harmless.
"Heru en amin, I am feeling a little sore, but mostly confused."
"Your company was attacked, my hunting party and I was in the area, and we came to your rescue. You were wounded and in need of tending, so we brought you to the here, which was the nearest village." He informed her. She nodded slightly then sighed.
" I am sorry to be such a burden, me and my friends will leave now or as soon as possible. Wait how are my friends? Did anything happen to them?" She asked thinking of horrible ways that they could be wounded.
"Nonsense, you need to rest right now, and regain your health. Your friends are here, and fitting in well with the other village maidens. They were quite worried, and the she-elf with raven colored hair has hardly left your side." He supplied , looking at her intently, looking for a sign of sickness. She brought a hand to cover her mouth as she yawned, her face becoming etched in exhaustion. Before she could do anything she felt, her eyelids grow heavy and close. Legolas pulled her blanket up to her chin, then took her right hand in his. Even in the cool air, and in her current health it was still warm, and soft as silk.
The cool air wafted threw the window ruffling the curtains, making them move slowly, then fast as if it were a dance. The chilly air blew their hair slightly, and then stronger as night wore on, as one elf watched the other sleep peacefully.
Done!!! I decided too hold off until they actually are introduced to each other for another chapter! Please tell me what you think! Criticism welcomed, but please no flamers!
Enjoy,
Cerelina
Chapter 3
Southern Princess meet Northern Prince
The first thing Katanya recognized when she opened her eyes was the throbbing pain in her head. The scene around her doubled as she tried to clear her head. She closed her eyes, and breathed deeply. She then noticed she was alive, and laying on something soft, not like the ground, and she was warm. Her eyes snapped open and focused on her surroundings. She was in a tree, a talan, lying in a bed. There was a dresser with a small mirror to her left, and another bed opposite of the dresser. A chair was to her right, beside her bed and a door at the end of the room led to the unknown.
She called to the Earth quickly, and mentally sending out vibrations. She was in a northern elven village and Laverne and Zefira were nearby but she could not find their exact locations.
"Good you are awake, how are you feeling Rose?" Katanya turned in the direction of the voice and found herself looking at the petite air guardian in a simple brown working dress.
"My head hurts a little, nothing I can't handle and my advanced healing power is working so I am fine. Who? What? Where? When? Why?" She asked her friend.
" It is the following night in a village in .Mirkwood. We were. rescued. right after you were hit. A hunting party was near by. Our secret is safe." Zefira said trying out the word rescue funny. Katanya nodded for her to elaborate.
"After you got hit, a hunting party of northern elves came down from the trees, and killed all the orcs. We ran to you and found you only unconscious. Even though they are.northies," she stopped and fidgeted uncomfortably, then continued, " we accepted their help, for the main party of orcs were coming and we wanted to get a way. A tall blond elf that seemed to be in charge walked over to you and then stroked your hair compassionately then cautiously picked you up. The other northies did not seem to mind, that he came to carry you. There is more but we will discuss it later with Laverne, when we have the time alone. I know, that you know, but we need to keep a low profile so heal like a normal elf, or at least act like it. I will send for some soup." With that, the powerful elves grasped hands then Zefira left glancing over her shoulder.
Katanya pondered the news, and decided that though they are elves the she-elves would have to be wary. Northern elves and their silly notions on. love and expressing emotion publicly was weak. They took things to far; spending their entire lives trying to find their soul mate, and live happily ever after, like it was a fairytale. Katanya shook her head, trying to ward off sleep.
Faint voices were heard coming from the door and moments later, a noiseless, except for she was an elf and could hear him walk towards her room. She could tell it was a he by his solid stride. The stride was also spaced out that told her he was tall. Soon an elf appeared. He was tall like she guessed, and yet taller than normal elven height, somehow she knew that if she stood up her height would reach his lips which were in a frown. A unique color honey-blond hair graced hi head as if it were a crown. His golden hair however was covering his face that was bent down shielding his eyes, and the rest of his face. In his hands, he held a tray with a bowl of a steaming liquid; Katanya guessed it was soup of a kind. He placed the tray on the dresser and turned toward her. He stopped in surprise to see she was awake.
"Mae govannen. Lle tyava quell Arwen en amin?" (Welcome. Do you feel well my lady?) He asked, his eyes meeting hers. It was then she noticed that his eyes were as rare as hers, only twin gems that were so blue they seemed to glow. When their eyes met she felt something stir deep inside, and subconsciously she lowered her guard, as if she knew he was harmless.
"Heru en amin, I am feeling a little sore, but mostly confused."
"Your company was attacked, my hunting party and I was in the area, and we came to your rescue. You were wounded and in need of tending, so we brought you to the here, which was the nearest village." He informed her. She nodded slightly then sighed.
" I am sorry to be such a burden, me and my friends will leave now or as soon as possible. Wait how are my friends? Did anything happen to them?" She asked thinking of horrible ways that they could be wounded.
"Nonsense, you need to rest right now, and regain your health. Your friends are here, and fitting in well with the other village maidens. They were quite worried, and the she-elf with raven colored hair has hardly left your side." He supplied , looking at her intently, looking for a sign of sickness. She brought a hand to cover her mouth as she yawned, her face becoming etched in exhaustion. Before she could do anything she felt, her eyelids grow heavy and close. Legolas pulled her blanket up to her chin, then took her right hand in his. Even in the cool air, and in her current health it was still warm, and soft as silk.
The cool air wafted threw the window ruffling the curtains, making them move slowly, then fast as if it were a dance. The chilly air blew their hair slightly, and then stronger as night wore on, as one elf watched the other sleep peacefully.
Done!!! I decided too hold off until they actually are introduced to each other for another chapter! Please tell me what you think! Criticism welcomed, but please no flamers!