DISCLAIMER: I do not own the fabulous works of the Lord of the Rings. If I did do you think I'd be writing this? Anything you recognize as Tolkien's or of Tamora Pierce (I highly recommend that you read her books!) is not mine. All I own is Vaitya.
Jousting Elf with a Sabre: I'm not offended. That is the point of fan fiction, I mean right? I'm glad you're enjoying it. I like this one better then my other ones.
A/N: I think I might have had too much coffee when I was writing this flashback thing. I like how she sparks lightning when she's angry.
XXXXChapter 8: Everybody loves flashbacks
We are going to journey to Mount Doom to destroy the ring. Let's see what do I know about Mount Doom. Great, big, fiery, evil mountain of scorching hot lava, which, by accident, happens to be in the middle of Sauron's, the most evil minion of our age, stronghold. Yep this will be a piece of pie.
All of the men from the council are now terrified of me. It's all I can do to prevent myself from sparking when they whisper about me behind pillars and closed doors. Like right now. I'm walking, minding my own business when the wind brings me the sounds of men's voices along with my name.
"How did she do that? It isn't natural."
"The lightning came when she called to it."
I can feel my anger rising in me. Breathe, breathe. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 and out. Hee-hoo, hee-hoo. That's it I can do this.
"You know you are sparking right?" a voice says behind me.
I turn around to see the elf staring at me with a concerned look in his eyes.
"I'm fine," I say with my hands and mouth, "Why would you think I was angry?"
"You were sparking," He said slowly like I was a small, dumb child.
Many people have gotten in the habit of reading my lips. It makes it easier then finding Aragorn to translate. I'm calling him by his birth name now. I thought it would be appropriate and all. I mean he really does have the air of a king about him, not to mention that his queen is all set up too. Let's just say I walked in on the two early this morning.
FLASHBACKI sneaked out early before breakfast, trying to get the feel of Rivendell. I wanted to see it by myself before the whole group went. It was hot so I wrapped myself in my winds from Bree to keep me cool.
The elf from the troll area was in front of me. She was, to say the least, beautiful. Her chestnut hair reached past her waist, mine was long but not that lengthy. I was just about to race up to thank her for her help that night when I realized who she was going to. I have heard stories from many a person on Strider's life. I vaguely remembered hearing about his great love of Arwen, daughter of Lord Elrond.
He was reading from a book but, although she made no sound, he glanced up when she approached. I could read the love in his eyes as his smile reached across the boundaries of his face. Seeing this as a rare time for them to be alone, I tiptoed back where I had came from.
END FLASHBACKOh, bad tangent, bad, bad, bad! Now Legolas is looking at me expectantly. What did he say again?
FLASHBACK"I'm fine," I say with my hands and mouth, "Why would you think I was angry?"
"You were sparking," He said slowly.
END FLASHBACKOh right.
I shake my head to clear my brain, "Sorry. My mind wandered."
"Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes," the hobbits were beckoning me to join them, "Um, well I have to go. Good-bye." I curtsied before hurrying away.
I reached the hobbits who were trying to tell me about a "secret spot" they had found. We reached the door when an elf hurried through the gateway.
"There you are Milord Prince. I have been looking for," he said to Legolas.
Milord Prince?
