A/N Here it is the third chapter, no I don't put up 2 chapters and forget
about it's existence. So here is the continuation of my revenge on the
Mary Sues . . . oh yes I love to hate them!
Chapter 3
Saurheledion watched the exchange between the two. He like his mistress had his mouth agape, never had he seen such marksmanship. But he seemed to have insulted his mistress and he felt his anger bubble over. Nilaqua.megilien stalked back to the palace, he did a double take, yes she stalked, never had she stalked before, she always moved with the grace of a bubble playing with the wind. That did it; "See if I'll let you get away with offending my mistress" Saurheledion growled as he started to get down from the tree he was hiding in. He dropped softly to the ground and placed an arrow on his bow taking aim at the retreating back of Legolas. "Hold" a voice laced with loathing commanded, it was spoken softly but was all the more menacing with the weight of a threat in it. Very slowly Saurheledion turned around to face the end of an arrow a foot from his throat and a very angry looking Lossencristen on the other end of it, his eyes daring him to make a wrong move. Saurheledion swallowed, hard. "Who are you?" Lossencristin sneered at him. "S-Saurheledion my lord Lossencristin." Lossencristin lowered his bow, "so you are a guest here Saur, I have heard of you. Shame it is forbidden to harm guests under the kings protection but tell me now why I should not go and tell the king that his guest is threatening his son?" "He insulted my mistress . . . and no one may do that to such a perfect she-elf, ever" Saurheledion felt more confident now that an arrow was no longer pointed at his throat. His confidence left him right away though when Lossen let loose a loud and full laugh. "Fine then Saur; try to do whatever you want! You'll find the prince more than able to handle your jealousy" Saurheledion, glowering, watched the laughing elf take off towards the palace. He was not jealous, he loved his mistress yes but he was not jealous that she had chosen a prince; she deserved a prince and nothing less. However he decided now would not be his time to confront prince Legolas. He went to find his mistress. She would pretend that nothing was wrong but he knew better and he would comfort her.
Nilalqua.megilien collapsed onto the bed, completely worn out. She had known the prince was a skilled archer but what he did back there surpassed even the greatest known archers. He was the best. She sat up; perplexed that she had found something she wasn't the best in. Saurheledion silently entered his mistresses' chamber in time to see her jade eyes mist over and her complexion grow as pale as raw porcelain. "Mistress, do not be troubled." She gave him a smile so sweet and sad that he thought his heart would break, "but Saurheledion, we are mocked here. I have become 'Nila' and can no longer be the best with the bow." Saurheledion decided now was not the time to bring up his shortened 'Saur' name. Instead he did as he always did in those rare occasions that his mistress was upset, he knelt at her feet, "mistress you are the most perfect being on this Earth. Soon the Prince will see this and beg you to be his bride. Then, under his instruction you shall surpass him in skill and he will love you all the more for your perfection." He never looked at her while he spoke. He kept his dark head bowed before her waiting for a reaction. If she accepted his comfort he would soon feel her silken hand upon his brow, if not she would turn away from him. He waited for her verdict, never before had he seen her so upset. He almost cried aloud with relief when her cool hand met his fevered brow. He met her eyes, and they showed hope in their depths, "Your council is good and I shall do as you suggested. Come help me prepare for the prince. I shall go after him and by tonight I shall be his."
When Legolas left his esteemed guest he made for his favorite spot in the forest. Beneath the tall dark trees little groves grew. Into one particular grove he strode, surrounded by pine trees with ferns and soft grasses the only witnesses to Legolas's passage. Well they were almost the only witnesses. Legolas strode through the pines and through the ferns directly to the other side of the grove where a small outcropping of rock stood through the ages, and on top of the rock she sat. Legolas smiled as she watched him cross the clearing. He stopped and bowed to her, his hand softly touching his heart. She tried suppressed her laughter at this over formality and inclined her head towards him. He came over and lifted her like a child spinning her around for a few seconds of pure joy. He set her down and she had to grab onto him to keep herself from falling to the ground. "Ah I have missed you!" he hugged her tightly and she did the same laughing when she refused to let him go. "Yes but I saw you as you entered Legolas, something is bothering you." She looked at him trying to decipher what it was; he looked at the ground not wanting to worry her. But she wasn't to be fooled, "it is that new guest of your fathers. Nilalqua.megilien, isn't it?" Legolas's eyebrows shot up in shock, "how can you pronounce her name????" She laughed, "I heard she could be picky about her name so I had to practice it for three hours before I got it right." Legolas groaned at the thought of actually putting effort into learning her name. She smiled at Legolas, a crooked cocky smile, "but I think I'll have to leave you now your highness," she did a mock bow, "for I believe that lady Nila is coming . . . enjoy your company!" She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running away. Legolas wanted with all his being to run after her but he knew that she had timed it so that she would disappear right when Nila spotted Legolas, apparently alone in the glade. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly before turning around to face the lady. He stood for a moment in pure shock. The lady Nila was dressed in red velvet and silk. A beautiful empire waist dress accented with golden thread and pearls. Her hair was a riot of golden cascades held in check by a fragile pearl hair net. Around her throat an opal was cradled in the delicate hollow of her throat. Yes she was a vision and looked ready to go to a ball. Legolas kept his facial expression neutral but inside his first thought was That dress is for a ball, hardly for a walk in Mirkwoods forest. Pants would have been a more suitable choice.
Chapter 3
Saurheledion watched the exchange between the two. He like his mistress had his mouth agape, never had he seen such marksmanship. But he seemed to have insulted his mistress and he felt his anger bubble over. Nilaqua.megilien stalked back to the palace, he did a double take, yes she stalked, never had she stalked before, she always moved with the grace of a bubble playing with the wind. That did it; "See if I'll let you get away with offending my mistress" Saurheledion growled as he started to get down from the tree he was hiding in. He dropped softly to the ground and placed an arrow on his bow taking aim at the retreating back of Legolas. "Hold" a voice laced with loathing commanded, it was spoken softly but was all the more menacing with the weight of a threat in it. Very slowly Saurheledion turned around to face the end of an arrow a foot from his throat and a very angry looking Lossencristen on the other end of it, his eyes daring him to make a wrong move. Saurheledion swallowed, hard. "Who are you?" Lossencristin sneered at him. "S-Saurheledion my lord Lossencristin." Lossencristin lowered his bow, "so you are a guest here Saur, I have heard of you. Shame it is forbidden to harm guests under the kings protection but tell me now why I should not go and tell the king that his guest is threatening his son?" "He insulted my mistress . . . and no one may do that to such a perfect she-elf, ever" Saurheledion felt more confident now that an arrow was no longer pointed at his throat. His confidence left him right away though when Lossen let loose a loud and full laugh. "Fine then Saur; try to do whatever you want! You'll find the prince more than able to handle your jealousy" Saurheledion, glowering, watched the laughing elf take off towards the palace. He was not jealous, he loved his mistress yes but he was not jealous that she had chosen a prince; she deserved a prince and nothing less. However he decided now would not be his time to confront prince Legolas. He went to find his mistress. She would pretend that nothing was wrong but he knew better and he would comfort her.
Nilalqua.megilien collapsed onto the bed, completely worn out. She had known the prince was a skilled archer but what he did back there surpassed even the greatest known archers. He was the best. She sat up; perplexed that she had found something she wasn't the best in. Saurheledion silently entered his mistresses' chamber in time to see her jade eyes mist over and her complexion grow as pale as raw porcelain. "Mistress, do not be troubled." She gave him a smile so sweet and sad that he thought his heart would break, "but Saurheledion, we are mocked here. I have become 'Nila' and can no longer be the best with the bow." Saurheledion decided now was not the time to bring up his shortened 'Saur' name. Instead he did as he always did in those rare occasions that his mistress was upset, he knelt at her feet, "mistress you are the most perfect being on this Earth. Soon the Prince will see this and beg you to be his bride. Then, under his instruction you shall surpass him in skill and he will love you all the more for your perfection." He never looked at her while he spoke. He kept his dark head bowed before her waiting for a reaction. If she accepted his comfort he would soon feel her silken hand upon his brow, if not she would turn away from him. He waited for her verdict, never before had he seen her so upset. He almost cried aloud with relief when her cool hand met his fevered brow. He met her eyes, and they showed hope in their depths, "Your council is good and I shall do as you suggested. Come help me prepare for the prince. I shall go after him and by tonight I shall be his."
When Legolas left his esteemed guest he made for his favorite spot in the forest. Beneath the tall dark trees little groves grew. Into one particular grove he strode, surrounded by pine trees with ferns and soft grasses the only witnesses to Legolas's passage. Well they were almost the only witnesses. Legolas strode through the pines and through the ferns directly to the other side of the grove where a small outcropping of rock stood through the ages, and on top of the rock she sat. Legolas smiled as she watched him cross the clearing. He stopped and bowed to her, his hand softly touching his heart. She tried suppressed her laughter at this over formality and inclined her head towards him. He came over and lifted her like a child spinning her around for a few seconds of pure joy. He set her down and she had to grab onto him to keep herself from falling to the ground. "Ah I have missed you!" he hugged her tightly and she did the same laughing when she refused to let him go. "Yes but I saw you as you entered Legolas, something is bothering you." She looked at him trying to decipher what it was; he looked at the ground not wanting to worry her. But she wasn't to be fooled, "it is that new guest of your fathers. Nilalqua.megilien, isn't it?" Legolas's eyebrows shot up in shock, "how can you pronounce her name????" She laughed, "I heard she could be picky about her name so I had to practice it for three hours before I got it right." Legolas groaned at the thought of actually putting effort into learning her name. She smiled at Legolas, a crooked cocky smile, "but I think I'll have to leave you now your highness," she did a mock bow, "for I believe that lady Nila is coming . . . enjoy your company!" She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before running away. Legolas wanted with all his being to run after her but he knew that she had timed it so that she would disappear right when Nila spotted Legolas, apparently alone in the glade. He sighed and closed his eyes briefly before turning around to face the lady. He stood for a moment in pure shock. The lady Nila was dressed in red velvet and silk. A beautiful empire waist dress accented with golden thread and pearls. Her hair was a riot of golden cascades held in check by a fragile pearl hair net. Around her throat an opal was cradled in the delicate hollow of her throat. Yes she was a vision and looked ready to go to a ball. Legolas kept his facial expression neutral but inside his first thought was That dress is for a ball, hardly for a walk in Mirkwoods forest. Pants would have been a more suitable choice.