AN Merry ho hos everybody. Anyone see the copy of GQ? Awesome pics of
Orli. Anyway sorry it took this long I meant to get it out for Christmas
but my Grandmama insisted on me helping that night so I didn't get it up in
time.
Disclaimer When pigs fly I will own everything, (I made a bet with
Jackson). This should be happening sometime next week, if my friend can get
the government grant. Though I doubt they will cause Bush is a Twinkie!
AN.p.s. Bowie ROCKS!!!! so dose ROTK!!!!!!!
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"Welcome?" Ennairea said incredusly. "I wasn't welcome from the moment I was born when it came to your people! What changed did your orc of a father get knocked on his head and grow a conscience?" At this point the other elves drew back with shocked and disapproving looks. Well all except Legolas who wasn't feeling all that positive on his father at this point who just stood there with a stern expression on his face wondering if he should be amused or angered at the slight against his father.
"Well I'm afraid you'll have to take up the wording of the greeting up with my father. Though if you have stopped dropping from trees to surprise people I might count you welcome as well." Leogolas said in an attempt to be diplomatic. Ennaria stood for a moment puzzling way that sentence rung a faint bell. Then it hit her.
"THAT WAS YOU!" She halfway shouted. " And here I was I thinking that you were some half way deaf elf that wandered the wood. By the Valar if you're the best that Thingol can produce for an heir then I sadly underestimated the strength of your mother's blood." At this point Legolas drew back, anger now plain on his features. He paused a moment schooling his features back into a calm disdain before replying.
"Well Ennairea," he said pronouncing her name with a profound disgust. "It would see that you have only changed weapons over the years. Now if you would follow us we will lead you to my father's hall. I hope that you will at least try to be civil to him."
Dam you Elrond. Ennairea thought. You couldn't have had sent Elohir or even Ellandan to help me with these overbearing twits! "I will be civil to him as long as he is to me, (though from past experience I doubt it.) Also I will not follow you like a puppy lead back by a string. If you wish to wait for me you my, but I have things I need from my campsite."
"Fine, one of my people will accompany you back to your campsite." Legolas stated seeming to leave no room for argument.
Ennairea's face tightened into a scowl. "That will hardly be necessary. I managed over a hundred years without the help of elves and close to two- thousand without the help of those I was born to." Ennairea said as coldly polite now, as she had been fiery and insulting only a moment before. Legolas nodded stiffly and turned his back to her on the pretense of shouldering his pack. Really he was trying to stop himself from exploding and further ruining his image.
This was lost on Ennairea as she had spun and without waiting for an answer blended silently into the trees. Which was probably for the best, as she would have exploded at this presumed authority over her. When she got back to her camp she poured dirt over the fire she had been trying to start in case any of the sparks took it upon themselves to perversely light the damp wood she had managed to scrape off the forest floor. She rolled her blanket and stored it in her pack. Losing her self in a routine that she had done hundreds of times before and would probably do a million times more before she wearied of Middle Earth. Then she carefully set the book she had borrowed from Galadriel wrapped in its waterproof leather along with some leather she had been mending. Ennairea rose settling her pack that had been specially cut so it didn't interfere with her weapons and walked silently back to the elven camp to see the last of them disappearing into the trees. Fine she thought two can play that game. Ennairea leaped nimbly into the nearest tree. She followed the slight sound of the elven party silently from the trees. She ran above them until she reached the head of the procession where she spotted Legolas. She drew her dagger and jumped to land beside him, as she landed Legolas drew quicker than the flash of lighting, but her's was already there to block it. They stood face to face for a moment before she mused softly saying, "Well you've gotten quicker." They stood for a moment longer before they withdrew from each other sheathing their blades. Ennairea stood aside and mockingly gestured for him to proceed down the barely noticeable path. He continued on and she followed close behind him. After a few steps Legolas whispered back to her, "I see that you don't give up old tricks as easily as I thought you did." Legolas said truly amused now. "Not when they work this well." she retorted cheerily. They continued on through the wood toward Thingol's hall in silence each absorbed in their own thoughts. Legolas trying to sort out whether to be amused at the old trick or annoyed that it was working so well, following the path he memorized blindly. Ennairea on the other hand was never totally absorbed by her thoughts so while her conscience thought was absorbed in worrying if she could manage the audience with Thingol with out exploding from the rage that had been building inside her for many hundred years with out the presence of an elf she knew and trusted like Elohir. Her subconscious was busy memorizing the way to Thingol's hall. She really did miss Elohir and his sarcastic wit; he had a good heart though he did tend to follow Elrond's instructions to the letter
Legolas had sent runners ahead to his father ahead to warn him of Ennairea's arrival, so that when they got there Thingol and a group of loyal retainers were waiting at the gate. "Maar annduune Ennairea. I hope you had a safe journey from Imladras."(yah right Ennariea thought) "We had received a messenger from Elrond regarding your arrival," Ennairea's sprits lightened momentarily. "But he left shortly after delivering the message. We had been told to expect you much sooner." Thingol's strong voice stopped expectantly waiting for her to answer. "Maar annduune Tur-Thingol," she said barely able to stop herself from spitting the words at his feet. "I had not been informed that you where waiting for me, had I known I would not have delayed so long in Rohan." Sure I would if I had known I would have stayed away twice as long! "My journey was safe enough, though I didn't have any particular trouble until I crossed your borders. Did you know that your forest is infested with giant spiders?" She asked innocently. "Yes we where aware of them." Thingol answered stiffly. "Perhaps you would care to help us rid ourselves of them?" He asked raising an eyebrow enquiringly. "Of course I will I have never turned down a person in need of protection." Besides I could always use a good fight. "Though I hope you don't mean for me to go hunting right now. For I am in need of some rest, Though I could be ready to go at first light." "No. No. That will not be necessary. Sleep in, I will send someone to provide you with suitable clothes for the introduction party tomorrow night." Thingol shuddered to think of the sort of clothing she probably had. "Thank you but I believe I have more than suitable clothing, though I would like someone to show me your bathing facilities." Ennairea sneered at what Thingol probably thought was appropriate, she probably had finer clothing in use as rags! Thingol nodded his acceptance and told Legolas to show her to her room. Ennairea nodded goodnight and followed Legolas into the buildings and caves of Mirkwood. Though not as unearthly as Lorein or as welcoming as Imladris it was still beautiful. The root systems from the trees above curled into sinuous arches all down the hall with lanterns shining with a warm red glow hanging from the apex of the arches. They passed many beautifully carved doors until coming to hers. Her door was a sleeping dragon with the word "Grant all who sleep behind the door the protection equal to that of a dragon to his hoard." Legolas noticed her staring at the inscription above the door.
"Would you like me to read it to you?" Legolas asked.
"No Thank you. I'm not illiterate." Jackass she thought to herself. "Now if you would remove yourself I think I can find my way from here!" Slamming the door in his face to punctuate her sentence. Legolas stood staring wearily at the door for a few minutes before going back down the hall two doors to his own room. He took only the time to close his door and throw his shoes and shirt onto a nearby chair. Simultaneously two doors down Ennairea does the same thing.
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"Welcome?" Ennairea said incredusly. "I wasn't welcome from the moment I was born when it came to your people! What changed did your orc of a father get knocked on his head and grow a conscience?" At this point the other elves drew back with shocked and disapproving looks. Well all except Legolas who wasn't feeling all that positive on his father at this point who just stood there with a stern expression on his face wondering if he should be amused or angered at the slight against his father.
"Well I'm afraid you'll have to take up the wording of the greeting up with my father. Though if you have stopped dropping from trees to surprise people I might count you welcome as well." Leogolas said in an attempt to be diplomatic. Ennaria stood for a moment puzzling way that sentence rung a faint bell. Then it hit her.
"THAT WAS YOU!" She halfway shouted. " And here I was I thinking that you were some half way deaf elf that wandered the wood. By the Valar if you're the best that Thingol can produce for an heir then I sadly underestimated the strength of your mother's blood." At this point Legolas drew back, anger now plain on his features. He paused a moment schooling his features back into a calm disdain before replying.
"Well Ennairea," he said pronouncing her name with a profound disgust. "It would see that you have only changed weapons over the years. Now if you would follow us we will lead you to my father's hall. I hope that you will at least try to be civil to him."
Dam you Elrond. Ennairea thought. You couldn't have had sent Elohir or even Ellandan to help me with these overbearing twits! "I will be civil to him as long as he is to me, (though from past experience I doubt it.) Also I will not follow you like a puppy lead back by a string. If you wish to wait for me you my, but I have things I need from my campsite."
"Fine, one of my people will accompany you back to your campsite." Legolas stated seeming to leave no room for argument.
Ennairea's face tightened into a scowl. "That will hardly be necessary. I managed over a hundred years without the help of elves and close to two- thousand without the help of those I was born to." Ennairea said as coldly polite now, as she had been fiery and insulting only a moment before. Legolas nodded stiffly and turned his back to her on the pretense of shouldering his pack. Really he was trying to stop himself from exploding and further ruining his image.
This was lost on Ennairea as she had spun and without waiting for an answer blended silently into the trees. Which was probably for the best, as she would have exploded at this presumed authority over her. When she got back to her camp she poured dirt over the fire she had been trying to start in case any of the sparks took it upon themselves to perversely light the damp wood she had managed to scrape off the forest floor. She rolled her blanket and stored it in her pack. Losing her self in a routine that she had done hundreds of times before and would probably do a million times more before she wearied of Middle Earth. Then she carefully set the book she had borrowed from Galadriel wrapped in its waterproof leather along with some leather she had been mending. Ennairea rose settling her pack that had been specially cut so it didn't interfere with her weapons and walked silently back to the elven camp to see the last of them disappearing into the trees. Fine she thought two can play that game. Ennairea leaped nimbly into the nearest tree. She followed the slight sound of the elven party silently from the trees. She ran above them until she reached the head of the procession where she spotted Legolas. She drew her dagger and jumped to land beside him, as she landed Legolas drew quicker than the flash of lighting, but her's was already there to block it. They stood face to face for a moment before she mused softly saying, "Well you've gotten quicker." They stood for a moment longer before they withdrew from each other sheathing their blades. Ennairea stood aside and mockingly gestured for him to proceed down the barely noticeable path. He continued on and she followed close behind him. After a few steps Legolas whispered back to her, "I see that you don't give up old tricks as easily as I thought you did." Legolas said truly amused now. "Not when they work this well." she retorted cheerily. They continued on through the wood toward Thingol's hall in silence each absorbed in their own thoughts. Legolas trying to sort out whether to be amused at the old trick or annoyed that it was working so well, following the path he memorized blindly. Ennairea on the other hand was never totally absorbed by her thoughts so while her conscience thought was absorbed in worrying if she could manage the audience with Thingol with out exploding from the rage that had been building inside her for many hundred years with out the presence of an elf she knew and trusted like Elohir. Her subconscious was busy memorizing the way to Thingol's hall. She really did miss Elohir and his sarcastic wit; he had a good heart though he did tend to follow Elrond's instructions to the letter
Legolas had sent runners ahead to his father ahead to warn him of Ennairea's arrival, so that when they got there Thingol and a group of loyal retainers were waiting at the gate. "Maar annduune Ennairea. I hope you had a safe journey from Imladras."(yah right Ennariea thought) "We had received a messenger from Elrond regarding your arrival," Ennairea's sprits lightened momentarily. "But he left shortly after delivering the message. We had been told to expect you much sooner." Thingol's strong voice stopped expectantly waiting for her to answer. "Maar annduune Tur-Thingol," she said barely able to stop herself from spitting the words at his feet. "I had not been informed that you where waiting for me, had I known I would not have delayed so long in Rohan." Sure I would if I had known I would have stayed away twice as long! "My journey was safe enough, though I didn't have any particular trouble until I crossed your borders. Did you know that your forest is infested with giant spiders?" She asked innocently. "Yes we where aware of them." Thingol answered stiffly. "Perhaps you would care to help us rid ourselves of them?" He asked raising an eyebrow enquiringly. "Of course I will I have never turned down a person in need of protection." Besides I could always use a good fight. "Though I hope you don't mean for me to go hunting right now. For I am in need of some rest, Though I could be ready to go at first light." "No. No. That will not be necessary. Sleep in, I will send someone to provide you with suitable clothes for the introduction party tomorrow night." Thingol shuddered to think of the sort of clothing she probably had. "Thank you but I believe I have more than suitable clothing, though I would like someone to show me your bathing facilities." Ennairea sneered at what Thingol probably thought was appropriate, she probably had finer clothing in use as rags! Thingol nodded his acceptance and told Legolas to show her to her room. Ennairea nodded goodnight and followed Legolas into the buildings and caves of Mirkwood. Though not as unearthly as Lorein or as welcoming as Imladris it was still beautiful. The root systems from the trees above curled into sinuous arches all down the hall with lanterns shining with a warm red glow hanging from the apex of the arches. They passed many beautifully carved doors until coming to hers. Her door was a sleeping dragon with the word "Grant all who sleep behind the door the protection equal to that of a dragon to his hoard." Legolas noticed her staring at the inscription above the door.
"Would you like me to read it to you?" Legolas asked.
"No Thank you. I'm not illiterate." Jackass she thought to herself. "Now if you would remove yourself I think I can find my way from here!" Slamming the door in his face to punctuate her sentence. Legolas stood staring wearily at the door for a few minutes before going back down the hall two doors to his own room. He took only the time to close his door and throw his shoes and shirt onto a nearby chair. Simultaneously two doors down Ennairea does the same thing.