Silivren still had not convinced her father to let her ride to school so she was stuck walking, but she had made many new friends on the way. As she walked up to the school, the students outside laughed at her.
"Hey, what's going on?" she asked, but people only turned away and laughed. She ran into the school and saw that the halls were covered in graffiti....about her. "Silivren Smells like Orc's Arse" and "Silivren licks Orc's Arse" were painted in a very nice classic handwriting all over the school. Everyone turned towards her and laughed, even her new friends. But Vellon's face was the same as Silivren's.
"Who the fuck would do this?" he asked. Just at that moment, her eyes met with Legolas' and she stalked up to him, angry as hell. She slammed her books down on the floor and prepared to slap him, but Vellon caught her in time and held her back.
"Is this what you call even?" she asked, very very very angry.
"Yes, wouldn't you?" he said, grinning handsomely. He seemed very relaxed and Silivren wanted to rip his stupid smile off of his stupid handsome face.
"No!" she yelled. "You'll pay for this, you arse of a Prince!" She was then quickly pulled away by Vellon.
"Mind your language, Silivren," Vellon whispered. "You don't know what he's capable of."
"Oh, I'm perfectly aware of what he's capable of, that stupid fucking son of a-," she began.
"Silivren!" Vellon shook her by the shoulders, "You're not thinking rationally right now! Tell you what, let's sleep on it and when you wake up tomorrow and you still feel angry then I'll have a nice chat with him and everything will be alright."
"No, Vellon!" she cried. "I can't think rationally right now. No time for that! He just humiliated me in front of the entire school! I must do something!" She wrestled out of his reach and ran away towards her other friend Nila. Vellon sighed and picking up her forgotten books off of the floor, walked away, shaking his head.
"Nila, I need your help," said Silivren.
"Oh Silivren, I am so sorry about what happened," she said, trying not to laugh.
"Yes, of course you are," said Silivren, trying to not get angry. "But listen, I need your help."
"Going to get revenge on whoever did it?" Nila asked.
"Precisely and that's why I need your help," Silivren said.
"So exactly who are you getting revenge on?" Nila asked.
"The Prince," answered Silivren. Nila's eyes shot wide open and she almost choked on her own saliva.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she cried. "You can't do that! I-I can't do that!"
"Pleaaasssee?" begged Silivren, "You're the only one I could trust with this and you've been one of my closest friends." Nila gave her a contemplative look.
"Fine," she said, "But you owe me big time." Silivren squealed with glee and gave Nila a hug and a kiss and went off to class.
Meanwhile, Asret Silverbranch decided he would try and find a match for his daughter. True, he would have to pay dowry, but she was beautiful and intelligent enough and he decided she would just "pay for herself." Nevertheless, Asret began his search for a husband for his daughter.
But Asret was not merely being a good father, for when two elves married, it was customary for the father of the groom to lavish the family of the bride with gifts as well for every year that they were married for at least 20 to 50 years. (A/N: I made this up because I can) And so with the company of a swindling friend, Asret went on with his search, trying to find someone rich.
As Legolas walked to his next class, he was cheered by almost all the people in the now clean hallway. The graffiti had been removed, to Silivren's relief, during lunch hour.
"Way to go, Prince Legolas!" cheered one boy.
"I believe in you Prince Legolas!" another cheered. Although Legolas was pleased by this new and special attention, he wondered what it was he exactly did. One of his friends walked by and slapped him on the back.
"You sure have some balls, Legolas," he said and started to walk away. Legolas grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Hey, Kohar, what's going on?" he asked. "Why all this flattery?"
"Because you're fighting Taurol this afternoon," laughed Kohar. "Aren't you the one who put up all those posters on the community board?"
Legolas blood started to boil and he ran over to the community board and pulled off a poster that read, "Legolas claims that Taurol still suckles on his mother's left teet and challenges Taurol for champion of the school. Taurol vs. Legolas today before sunset: Fight for the best fighter in the school." Legolas' heart seemed to stop. Taurol was very very tall and very very big and very very angry. He was definitely someone you would not like to fight. Looking up, he saw Silivren walk by with her friends.
"Oh poor royal sod!" she said loudly, "He'll be at the healers for weeks!" The whole crowd of girls giggled as they walked by him. Legolas turned to his friends.
"I did not put these posters up," said Legolas, his voice sullen, "That bitch did." His friends looked at him gravely.
"Hey listen, Legolas," said one of his friends, "You can just end this now and back out of it. It'll be a lot better than breaking your neck. We will help you remove these posters and pretend it never happened."
"No, I cannot," he said, "I can't back out now. I will look like a coward. I have to protect my honor." Legolas swallowed hard. This was going to be a long day.
A few hours after school, people had started to gather at the gymnasium. A fighting ring was set up and suddenly Silivren stood in the middle, her hair up in a messy bun, exposing a graceful neck. Her dress was blue and seemed to flow on her as she moved to face the crowd. She raised her hand and everyone quieted down but only a bit.
"Hey shutup everyone!" she screamed. The elf-packed gymnasium grew slightly quieter. "This fight will determine who is the champion of the school. In the right corner, it is Taurol! The current champion!"
The crowd cheered wildly as Taurol got into the ring and raised his arms up in protest, roaring and banging against his bare chest. He was very well built and wore only blue slacks. His long dark hair was tied back in a pony tail and his green eyes shone fiercely.
"And over there somewhere is Prince Legolas," she said in a dull voice, gesturing carelessly.
The crowd cheered even louder as Legolas jumped into the ring, taking a moment to give Silivren a deadly glance which she merely rolled her eyes at. He too wore no shirt and black slacks and also had quite a nice body as well. His violently blue eyes searched over the crowd of people and his hair was in its usual style, tied up at the top and loose on the bottom. Silivren caught herself staring, but then quickly looked away. Alright so what? So, the arsehole was hot. Big deal. Not like she was attracted to him anyways. Why, she wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole.
"Alright!" called Silivren, "Whoever wins becomes the school's champion, whoever loses....well...we'll just have to see, won't we? But first I would like to say that our Prince has shown great courage by challenging the school champion. However, it would be injustice if our beloved Prince is not given one last chance. If Prince Legolas wishes to avoid the insult of defeat, he can withdraw. By falling before Taurol's feet and asking for his forgiveness." Legolas's eyes narrowed even more.
"I'm ready to fight, but I have one condition, if you don't mind," said Legolas. The crowd was getting giddy and hanging on to every word. "If Lady Silverbranch has courage, she should accept it."
"Alright, what is it?" she asked, uninterested.
"My condition is that if I should win this fight, I get to kiss Lady Silverbranch." The crowd burst out in hollering and hooting. Silivren gasped and looked at Legolas, surprised and worried. He smiled cruelly.
"And whoever loses has to kiss Delmisa," and she pointed to a very unattractive elf with food dribbling down her chin. Legolas and Taurol shuddered at the same time.
"Get ready," said Silivren. "3......2.......1......Fight!"
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