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Jessica rounded the corner and ran straight into a woman who wore a long, silky gown and had a few braids into her chocolate brown hair. She had a light tan on her porcelain-like skin, and she was on the ground, having fallen over from the collision, but Gimli seemed to be perfectly happy, laughing brashly behind me. Jessica stood and helped the female elf up, looking apologetic.
"I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to run anyone down."
The elf gave a soft smile, but then she noticed that the elf had noticed her attire, and looked slightly confused. Jessica looked down at herself and smiled. 'Of course.' Jessica thought, looking to the she-elf. "I am a guest here. Where I come from, Woman wear leggings all the time."
"I see. It is strange to see a female in males clothing, I must say. I'm Arwen, by the way. The Daughter of Lord Elrond."
"I'm Jessica." Jessica said, introducing herself as well, and feeling silly for not saying it sooner. "How is it so strange to see a female in males clothes?" I asked, curious.
She shook her head and merely smiled. "It's just something that I, personally, am not used to." She said, and motioned onwards. "Would you like to accompany me on a walk, alone?" Jessica noticed the sideways glimpse that Gimli got, and shook her head.
"No, I will be perfectly fine here, with Gimli. I'd like to talk to him for a bit anyway, if you don't mind." Jessica said, and with a quick, polite smile, walked ahead. Gimli followed behind, and spoke in a harsh whisper, or growl, about how unfair the Elves were to Dwarves.
Jessica looked to him, curious. "Why do you two quarrel? Unless they view dwarves as evil or have reason to dislike you, I don't see why they should. Although I can tell you like to argue." Jessica said, smiling at the look on his face. She laughed inwardly at this. He was easy to tease.
"What is so funny?" Gimli demanded, looking curious and annoyed at the same time, then he laughed brashly and nodded. "I see your trick. You want to know what happened before to have the elves dislike us. It won't work, because I can't tell you. But yes, we Dwarves love to argue." He admitted.
Sometime that day, only an hour before dinner, Jessica was out in the garden, looking at the sky as she lay in the slightly damp grass. She sat up with her lower arms supporting her upper body, while the rest lay on the comfortable ground; her eyes glimmered in the light that was still in the sky. Why am I here? She wondered, finding no assurance in the deep blue sky that darkened with the passing of the sun. How do I belong here at all, and if I don't, why am I here? What purpose could it serve?
Jessica jumped when a hand landed upon her shoulder, along with a little yelp. She turned quickly, and saw a startle and surprised Legolas staring at her. "Jessica, don't scream so loudly, please, I only wanted to tell you that Dinner is almost ready. Will you come?"
Jessica had a mind to hurt Legolas, even if he was a hunk, she found herself disliking him. She was sure he felt the exact same way, but then again, he was male. Elf or not, males almost always managed to be like that.
She got up and walked in the general direction of Lord Elronds house, Annoying male elf following her.
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Jessica rounded the corner and ran straight into a woman who wore a long, silky gown and had a few braids into her chocolate brown hair. She had a light tan on her porcelain-like skin, and she was on the ground, having fallen over from the collision, but Gimli seemed to be perfectly happy, laughing brashly behind me. Jessica stood and helped the female elf up, looking apologetic.
"I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to run anyone down."
The elf gave a soft smile, but then she noticed that the elf had noticed her attire, and looked slightly confused. Jessica looked down at herself and smiled. 'Of course.' Jessica thought, looking to the she-elf. "I am a guest here. Where I come from, Woman wear leggings all the time."
"I see. It is strange to see a female in males clothing, I must say. I'm Arwen, by the way. The Daughter of Lord Elrond."
"I'm Jessica." Jessica said, introducing herself as well, and feeling silly for not saying it sooner. "How is it so strange to see a female in males clothes?" I asked, curious.
She shook her head and merely smiled. "It's just something that I, personally, am not used to." She said, and motioned onwards. "Would you like to accompany me on a walk, alone?" Jessica noticed the sideways glimpse that Gimli got, and shook her head.
"No, I will be perfectly fine here, with Gimli. I'd like to talk to him for a bit anyway, if you don't mind." Jessica said, and with a quick, polite smile, walked ahead. Gimli followed behind, and spoke in a harsh whisper, or growl, about how unfair the Elves were to Dwarves.
Jessica looked to him, curious. "Why do you two quarrel? Unless they view dwarves as evil or have reason to dislike you, I don't see why they should. Although I can tell you like to argue." Jessica said, smiling at the look on his face. She laughed inwardly at this. He was easy to tease.
"What is so funny?" Gimli demanded, looking curious and annoyed at the same time, then he laughed brashly and nodded. "I see your trick. You want to know what happened before to have the elves dislike us. It won't work, because I can't tell you. But yes, we Dwarves love to argue." He admitted.
Sometime that day, only an hour before dinner, Jessica was out in the garden, looking at the sky as she lay in the slightly damp grass. She sat up with her lower arms supporting her upper body, while the rest lay on the comfortable ground; her eyes glimmered in the light that was still in the sky. Why am I here? She wondered, finding no assurance in the deep blue sky that darkened with the passing of the sun. How do I belong here at all, and if I don't, why am I here? What purpose could it serve?
Jessica jumped when a hand landed upon her shoulder, along with a little yelp. She turned quickly, and saw a startle and surprised Legolas staring at her. "Jessica, don't scream so loudly, please, I only wanted to tell you that Dinner is almost ready. Will you come?"
Jessica had a mind to hurt Legolas, even if he was a hunk, she found herself disliking him. She was sure he felt the exact same way, but then again, he was male. Elf or not, males almost always managed to be like that.
She got up and walked in the general direction of Lord Elronds house, Annoying male elf following her.
((Please keep up those delicious reviews, people!::Smiles.:: Sorry, but what can I say? I love knowing that people are enjoying me stories. So, please review if you have any ideas or comments you would like to make. There's also my e-mail, SilvrWingsDragon@aol.com, if you'd like to contact me there.))